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This is not the story of some straight muscle jock suddenly becoming gay, or the story of a “top only” homo learning to bottom. No, I came out when I was 15, I’ve always thought of myself as vers, though mainly in theory. I’ve topped boys, and I’ve been topped, but in the end, I found that anal just wasn’t really my thing. I loved giving head. It was my passion. This though is the story of how I found a new passion, of how I learned that I actually do enjoy anal, and more than that I need it. This is the story of how I learned that my ass hole is not a hole but a pussy, more over a cunt that needs filled with seed. This is the story of how I became a cumpig to a rough, bear, with a fat cock. This is the story of the man who changed my life. This is the story of how I become a bottom for raw cock. First a little about me. I’ve never thought that I was exceptionally attractive, though I think I’m pretty cute and at the time of this story was 27. I’m about 5 foot nine, with light brown hair; I’ve never loved my natural hair so usually I dye it blonde in the summer leaving me with blonde streaks for most of the year. I work out fairly regularly, though I still eat whatever I want so I’m not terribly thin and I certainly don’t have a six pack. What I do have is a narrow waist, a nice chest, arms with a strong vein running down the bicep, and a thick bouncy ass from lots of running. I’m not what you’d call super hairy by any means but I’ve got a nice covering across my chest and down my stomach, and a nice hairy ass. At the time I met Sir I think I’d been fucked maybe half a dozen times in my life, though I’d certainly sucked more than my share of cocks. On this particular day that’s what I was aiming to do. Having just gotten home from the gym, I lay on my bed in just my still sweaty shorts scrolling through my porn Tumblr (I miss porn Tumbler so much) my cock getting harder as I scrolled. I’m always super horny when I get back from the gym and today was no exception. I started to think that more than jerking off I wanted to swallow a thick cock. It was maybe 1 P.M. on a Saturday and in Harlem there is almost always someone around. Opening up Scruff I started to scroll. I sent out some woofs and some messages to regulars when he messaged me. His profile photo was of a solidly built torso with beautiful pink nipples, thick dark hair, and a strong treasure trail leading out of the frame, what it didn’t have was a head. Still I read though his stats. He was 41, lived with in a half mile of me, six feet tall, muscular. I opened his message. Directly following his quick greeting was a photo of a thick fat cock. It had a broad flat head, several thick veins running down the toilet paper roll thick shaft, thick dark pubes at the base, and two heavy looking low hanging balls hanging below. Without even seeing his face I was taken in. I wanted to swallow that cock. I loved feeling my jaw stretched to its maximum around a dick. I wanted to feel that man’s cum hit the back of my throat. “Damn, that’s a beautiful cock” I responded. “Thanks, boy,” he replied a few seconds later, asking "what are you looking for?” “Honestly I just got home from the gym and I’m horny as fuck. I really want to suck some cock today.” “Well, what a surprise. I’m looking for someone to come suck my fat cock for me.” “Perfect!” I responded, and then before I could ask him for a face pic or anything else he sent me his address. “Come get this fat cock now if you want it boy. Don’t bother showering from the gym or anything. Just come get my dick in your mouth.” My cock throbbed. I don’t know why but there was something about him, the way he talked, or maybe just the sight of his absolutely perfect cock. Whatever it was that something overruled the rest of my brain. I pulled a shirt on, slipped into some shoes, and grabbed my keys. He only lived ten blocks downtown from me and I had walked half way there before I remembered I didn’t know what he looked like. In another half-block I decided I didn’t care. I had no idea how much things were going to change for me over the next few hours and days. I got to his apartment as quickly as I could. I buzzed the door. A somewhat gruff if tinny voice came across the speaker saying only "Third floor,” as the door lock clicked open. The stairs were at the back of the building. As I walked down the typical narrow New York apartment building hallway I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then, there I was, right in front of his door. Taking a deep breath, I knocked. There was a brief pause and then the door opened. There he stood, the most perfect man I had ever seen. I had been prepared for some troll with a good body, but the man who stood before me was stunning. He had a broad, strong, handsome face, and a thick black mustache across his whole top lip. His tight black t-shirt was stretched thin across his wide muscular chest and a thick tuft of chest hair stuck up from the collar. He clearly wasn’t wearing underwear, and through his thin basketball shorts I could see the outline of his semi-hard cock. “Get in here boy,” his resonant baritone voice rumbling in my chest. “And strip.” I stepped inside and he closed the door behind me. Without thought or hesitation I stripped off my clothes, even though I was a little surprised. My experience had been that a guy who just wanted his dick sucked would simply whip it out, and neither of us would actually get undressed. This man however, clearly had different ideas. “Good boy. I’m Michael,” he said, and I blushed a little realizing along with not asking what he looked like I also hadn’t asked his name. For a split second I asked myself what kind of spell had he placed over me. “Stephen,” I replied. “That’s great, but from now on you will address me as 'Sir' and I will address you 'Boy'. Is that clear?” I nodded. “When I ask you a question you respond with ‘Yes Sir’, boy.” “Yes Sir” I replied immediately replied. I had no idea why I was saying it but it made my cock hard to do so. I think I was harder than I had ever been before. My mouth was watering I wanted so badly to get my lips around that cock. “Now, let’s get you what you came here for.” With that he pulled his shirt off revealing the torso from his profile photo. His thick chest hair swirled over strong muscular pecs, his middle was thick with muscles without ever really manifesting into a six pack. He looked like the sort of man who gained his bulk from physical work not the gym. He walked over to the couch, and just before he sat down he pushed his gym sorts off revealing his perfect cock. I stared at it, half hard, sticking up slightly from his crotch but still too soft to fully lift its own weight. “Well,” he said shaking his cock at me, “come wrap those pretty dick sucking lips around my cock, boy.” I basically sprinted the few feet between us and fell to my knees between his legs. His crotch smelled musty, of sweat and testosterone. I loved it. Hungrily I licked around his head, pulling the still mostly soft cock into my mouth. I felt it start to harden as I swallowed the shaft down. It grew thicker and thicker in my mouth with each bob of my head. I was in heaven. My own cock was hard as a rock, and I moved to jerk it slowly as I sucked him but Sir had other ideas. “Get your fucking hand off your cock. Did I say you could jerk off? No, you get off when I say you can boy.” He shoved my head down hard, pushing more of his cock into my mouth. I gagged a little but just kept swallowing. I wanted his load down my throat more than anything in the world and I was willing to work for it. I swallowed him to the balls, my nose nestled deep in his pubes breathing in his scent. His hands drifted from the back of my head down my body as he leaned forward. His cock thrust forward, shoving more than I thought possible down my throat, my eyes were watering, and I was so focused on what I was doing that I barely noticed his hand reach my ass. My body however responded for me. I felt my back arch, and my ass stick out more as I stuck my tongue out and licked at his balls. I was light headed and it was as if there was no more air left in my body but I didn’t care: I needed his load in my stomach. One of his fingers rubbed against my hole, and to my own surprise I moaned around his cock. The more I sucked him, and the more he teased my hole the more I started to think that I might want him to fuck me. It seemed crazy at the time, I probably hadn’t bottomed in over a year, but now I was starting to think I wanted this massive cock inside me. He must have read my mind, “I think you want more than to just swallow my cock don’t you boy. I should have known, boys like you always end up begging me to fuck them.” I pulled off of his cock, “Honestly, Sir, I really did just come here to swallow your load.” “Hmmmm, you might be telling the truth, but now that I’ve seen that nice furry ass I have some other ideas of my own.” My heart thudded hard in my chest, was I ready to be fucked by this cock, could I take it, did I want to? “Follow me.” He pushed me back and got up off the couch, his cock sticking straight out from his body. I followed him into the bedroom where he lay down on the bed. “Sit on my face boy, I’m gonna eat that pussy while you blow me.” I’d never had my hole called a pussy before and my heart skipped a beat. Quickly I climbed up on the bed and pushed my ass back onto his face, and then bent forward to swallow his cock again. “Mmmmmm,” he growled, “still nice and ripe from the gym. Good boy.” His tongue brushed against my hole and I gasped. I had only been rimmed once before and I don’t think the guy was very into it. Sir, however, was very into it. His tongue first lapped across my hole, flicking against my tight pucker, then started to swirl around the outside of it coating my hole in lots and lots of spit. I moaned and panted as I went back to swallowing his cock. Sir’s hands were on either side of my hips pulling my ass back onto his face, pushing his nose tight into my crack. I felt his tongue start to push against my hole lightly and my whole body seemed to start to go slack. It was as if he was pushing some button inside of me that I hadn’t known existed until then. My body was turning to putty in his hands. I sloppily swallowed his cock while steadily pushing my hips back against his face. He pushed his tongue harder against my tight hole as I shoved back into him and I felt myself start to open for him. My tight pucker started slowly to part, and give way to his slow but steady onslaught. I groaned and pulled myself up off his cock and rocked back, putting most of my weight on him. His tongue pushed into me, opening me up, and I felt my hole bloom open. I had never felt anything like this before. My whole body was electrified, his mustache rubbed against my hole as he moved his tongue around. I felt myself getting more and more loose and the little voice in the back of my mind that had started to think I might want to get fucked was steadily growing to a yell. I bounced a little on his tongue and felt him growl his satisfaction into my hole. Sir gave me a hard shove and pushed my ass off of his face. "Get on your back pig,” he ordered. I flipped off of him and lay flat on my back. Sir stood-up, moving between my legs. My cock was rock hard, harder than I think it had ever been. A steady stream of precum oozed down my shaft. “You’ve got a tight pussy boy,” he said putting my legs on his shoulders. "Maybe you told the truth in your profile and you are more of an oral boy. But by the way you were pushing that hole back onto my tongue tells me you’re ready to change that.” “Change that, Sir?” “I’m going to do you a favor today. I’m going to make you my boy. I was just going to send you home with one of my loads in your stomach but I think instead I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing and fill your gut with my cum.” “I… um… I…” I stammered, then I felt his cock head brush against my wet hole. Initially I froze, my whole body tensed, but then, as if on command, my body seemed to relax and slid down closer to him. My jaw unclenched, my shoulders relaxed, I let out a breath, the knots came out of my stomach, and my hole seemed for a moment to loosen and twitch allowing just the very tip of his blunt cock head to press inside. “Good boy,” he said and carefully dropped a big glob of spit onto his cock and my hole. He leaned forward, his face an inch from mine and said in a deep rough whisper, “deep breath in, count to three and the let it out slowly.” I did as he said, breath in, one, two, three, and then out slowly. The rest of the tension went out of my body and as it did he pressed his cock into my hole. “Mmmmm, feel that pussy opening up for me. Deep breath in again, boy. A lot more cock still needs to slip into that boy hole.” We repeated the deep breath process three more times before he said, “There we go.” I felt him push the last part of his cock into me and his balls come to rest on my ass. My head was sipping. My hole had never been so full, all of the other times I had been fucked I had felt stuffed, or pushed, but this was different. This was a glorious feeling of being opened up, my whole body was on fire with excitement and lust. My cock was pouring out precum, and my hole seemed desperate for more. “How does that feel, boy?” “Amazing, Sir,” I panted. “I knew you’d like Sir’s big cock in that sweet pussy. You want Sir to fuck you, don’t you boy?” “Yes, please, Sir.” “You want Sir to give you his load, don’t you, boy?” “Yes Sir,” and as I answered I knew what was different. I understood what had changed. I had never been fucked bare before, this was the first raw cock I had ever taken. Removing that thin piece of latex had changed the world for me. “Good boy. I’m going to fill you up good.” He slowly withdrew his cock out of my hole commenting "I’m going to teach you how to be a real pussy boy. A hole this good shouldn’t be wasted on some cock sucker.” Just the tip of his cock was inside me now, and as he continued to speak he pushed back inside me. I let out a long low moan. “This is the kind of ass that begs men like me to breed it. When I’m done with you, boy, you’ll be begging the next guy to hit you up on Scruff to fuck your cunt, not your throat.” Again his balls slammed against my ass, and as he again made a slow withdraw Sir commented "I’m gonna train this pussy good, loosen you up, get you ready to just bend over and take whatever comes to you.” I felt my hole flex a little as the tip of his cock pulled against my ring from the inside. “You want that boy, don’t you? Now that you’ve felt Sir’s cock deep inside that pussy of yours, you know you want to feel like this all the time.” “Yes Sir,” I breathed. “Good boy. Push that pussy out for me, push it out against my cock.” I pushed out for him. I felt my hole open wider around his cock. Then he slammed back into me. The whole length of his cock in one quick thrust was thrust in its entirety into my hole. I yelled out but as his cock bottomed out in me the head struck something deep within me and my yell became a deep guttural moan. It was too perfect. Something inside of me had just broken. Some final barrier within my body was gone and my ass became his fuck hole. It was as if the rest of me didn’t exist, I was just a hole. My cock was completely forgotten, and all I could think about was wanting to feel like this more. “That was your second hole opening up for me boy. That was your hole taking its first step to being the pussy its destined to be.” With that he pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it back in again. I grunted, like an animal in heat. My entire focus was on my hole and his cock. "Keep pushing it out for my boy. I want that cunt nice and sloppy when I’m done.” For ten minutes, probably, he pummeled my hole while I kept pushing out, keeping it open for him. I felt my hole changing. I felt myself getting looser. It was easier each time to take him, and he seemed to be getting deeper like he was rearranging my guts. I was in heaven. With each thrust I let out a deep low grunt and each time he pulled out completely I felt a sinking emptiness inside me. I needed this. Sweat started to build on both of us and the room started to smell of sex. It was intoxicating. You never got this just blowing a guy. Suddenly he grabbed me by my hips and in one swift motion flipped us so that he was now on his back and I was sitting on his lap completely impaled on his cock. “Ride me boy,” he instructed. So I did. I started to bounce hard, almost completely pulling-off his cock, only then to slam my ass back down, my balls bounding off of his stomach. There was a massive wet spot in the pelt of hair that covered his stomach from my drooling cock. I was yelling and moaning, I couldn’t help myself. I had never loved anything so much. I could feel every vein and ripple in his cock as it slid in and out of my slick hole. His head kept hitting new places inside of me sending fresh waves of ecstasy through me. My second hole was now as loose and my first and his cock had free reign over my hole. I have no idea how long I rode him but I could have done it forever. Sweat ran off of me and I could smell my own musk growing. Finally, after what was a beautiful lifetime he again grabbed me and tossed me onto my back. His cock came out of my hole as we rolled and once I was on my back he slammed back into me. This time was different though, there was a new energy to his fucking a roughness, a need that had to be fulfilled. I guessed at what was coming. “You ready for my load boy?” “Oh my God! Yes, Sir! Please, give me your load!” I practically shouted. “Good answer boy.” He pounded even harder, his rhythm becoming erratic, his breathing getting rough. The with a deep roar he slammed the full length of his cock into my body as I felt it swell and then being to pulse inside of me. For the first time ever I was taking a man’s load inside of me. I was being bred, and I loved it. I could feel every pulse of his cock, I felt warmth spread through my body. I was lost in euphoria. We stayed like that for a long minute. Both panting as we came down from the fuck. I still hadn’t cum but I felt a different kind of satisfaction. Slowly he pulled his softening cock out of my hole, and as he did so I began to feel a deep emptiness taking its place. Now empty and full of longing I looked at the man who had just bred me. A smile spread across his handsome face. He lent down and kissed me for the first time. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I felt his moustache against my lips. Then he sat up. “Good boy. You did well. So, here’s what happens next.” His fingers brushed my loose wet hole, “Think of it like a test.” He slid two fingers inside of me. “I’ve got some work to do so you’re going to go home,” a third finger was added, “You are not to shower,” the fingers started twisting around inside of me, “you are not to cum, you are not to let any of my load out of your hole.” Reaching over to the night stand, Sir pulled something out that I didn’t see. He spat on the object and then, removing his fingers from my hole, pressed it inside of me. It started out narrow and then flared so that it stretched my hole for a moment before popping inside. “You are not to remove this butt plug unless you are going to get fucked. Now this is the part where you get some choice in your test. Along with denying yourself the joy of cumming and staying the sweaty fucked out mess you are now, you will take at least two more loads today. When I am done with work at 7.30 tonight I will text you, and I will breed you again tonight and give you those two loads. But if you cannot wait that long, and something tells me that you won’t be able to, you are to get on Scruff and find another cock of no less than seven inches to breed this sweet little cunt in training.” He pushed hard against the butt plug. Involuntarily I moaned. "Do you understand?” “Yes Sir.” “Good boy. Now get out”

I was standing by my friend James and his BF Sean while they were trying to get the bartenders attention. There were so many people trying to move behind me and I kept on being pushed around and bumped into people next to me. This one guy I bumped into was a tall black muscle man with no shirts and when I got pushed into him, I felt him grabbing my arm to pull me tighter to his body. I had my eyes down to the floor to avoid other people’s eyes and as he pulled me into him, I saw huge bulge in his pants and as I moved my gaze up his eyes towards his face, I felt his arm wrapping around me and he turned me a bit as he held me to aced right in front of him. He started to whisper how he wanted to give me his big cock since I was so pretty while he rubbed his hard bulge on my back. I felt his phone vibrate in his front pocket and all of sudden he pulled away from me a little. He told me “meet me outside in 10 min.” In my ears then walked into the crowd towards the bathroom where he was met with another black boy who was about my height with leaner body not big muscle like him who gave me a nasty look. James and Sean finally had our drinks and I followed them to the lounge area. As soon as they sat on the sofa they started to kiss and make out with other. I felt a bit awkward after few minutes so I told James I will be back in few and headed towards the bathroom. There was a line for the bathroom and as I waited, I saw the big black muscle daddy and his black friend talking and laughing while they kept on glancing my direction. I felt a bit uncomfortable so I pulled my phone out and started to stare at my phone screen. Finally it was my turn at the bathroom so I stepped into the bathroom and pulled the door behind me with my phone in my hand but someone yanked the door open and made me drop they phone. Then he entered the bathroom as well and closed the door behind him. At the same time I started to get down to pick up my phone from the floor and with his push, I lost balance and fell back on my ass. He laughed at me and pulled my hair hard and my face got pushed into his hard bulge for few seconds. Before I was able to react to this sudden intrusion, he stopped rubbing my face on his bulge and helped me up to my feet. He looked at my pants and my butt was all wet and dirty. He apologized to me over and over as I got under the hand dryer to try drying my butt. He took some paper towels and tried to help me dry my butt but he didn’t really seem serious. As I tried to position myself better under the dryer and he kept tapping my butt with handful of paper towels, I felt him pulling my pants down a bit to look at my underwear and few times his hands either rubbed my butt or he almost spanked me few times. I was about to say something to him when he pulled my pants from the back with one hand and pushed my face flat against the mirror on the wall. I looked at him in the mirror and I saw his smile that gave me goose bumps all over me and I froze in that position for few second. All of sudden he slapped my ass hard and tried to get me back to stand in front of him with a different smile. As I stood up straight, front of my pants opened up and my pants started to fall off of me. He stopped the pants from falling to the bathroom floor with his hand between my legs right under my balls. I didn’t know what to do and told me he can lend me a his clothes if we can go to his place. And he told me “we will take a good care of u tonight baby.” As he kissed me on cheek. He asked me to take his shirt off of him as he kept his hand in between my legs and as I took his shirt off, his hot lean muscle started to reveal to my eyes. He told me to hold his shirt in front of me to hide my torn pants front and got behind me really close and pushed me towards the door while his hard cock under his pants pressed onto my back. As soon as we opened the door, taller black man was waiting for us. He smiled down at us and put his water bottle at my lips and told me take a sip. He held the bottle and Fed me to the last drop. Then he led us through the crowd towards the exit followed by me and his friend walking with our bodies pressed together. As we worked our way through the crowd, black boy behind me grabbed me tighter and tighter and I felt his cock getting harder and the heat from our contact spreading through my body. My eyes started to lose focus with the dark and laser beams... i felt hot lips on my ear and he started to whisper into me with the voice that made me weak. I couldn’t make out all the words but I felt so safe in his arms and with his voice guiding me. Right before we reached the door, he popped couple of mints into my mouth and told me to swallow them with out chewing and I happily obeyed. As soon as the door opened, I felt the cold air and my body started to shiver. I heard few laughters around me but I was too cold and dizzy to care. I two string arms squeezing me tighter and a long coat being draped over my body. I don’t know how long we walked as I was practically carried by my black friend and his hard cock which stated to get all my attention. I started to enjoy feeling the heat from his hard cock and when I felt my body being lifted up away from the heat and made me whimper a bit. I felt another hardness under my butt as I felt my body being lowered on top of the guy who carried me with some help of few more hands on my body. I was curious why I felt so many hands but once I felt a hard cock at my hole Iwas lost in cock craze again. I heard voices around me but I really hear them unless it was addressed to me, baby, and usually it was to take whatever they fed to me through my nose and mouth. I started to feel myself becoming hungrier for cocks as I fucked mysrelf hard with a mans big black cock. As as I looked around me with unfocused eyes, I saw more naked black bodies and I tried to ask them to feed me their cocks but I couldn’t make words clearly so I just stuck my tongue out and salivated while I tried to focus on one cock. Finally I felt a cock at my lips and I opened my mouth as wide as I can and let the man push his cock down into my throat. I was so happy to feel another cock in my mouth that I didn’t care if he slapped me hard and pulled my hair to control me. I just kept massage the cock whenever it filled my throat. As I kept on taking two cocks in both my holes, I started to get addicted to them more and more. I didn’t care that they started to slap me harder and harder til I got handprints all over my body as long as they ploughed into ,e I was happy. All of sudden both cocks pyulled out of me and my body was tossed onto the floor which didn’t hurt too much since it was carpeted. I heard a voice telling me to get on my knees and I did. I could sense a cock approaching my lips as manly scents filled my nostrils and I opened my mouth wide and dove onto the cock til I felt my nose rubbing on his pubic hair. I felt a hand behind my head and every time I tried to pull back it pushed my head down and held it til I gave in then hard smack on my head to punish my disobedience. It hurt so much but somehow I stated to feel more turned in by his harsh hands. My penis was rock hard and very time he hit me harder it jumped up with excitement. I was moaning and screaming like a girl around the fat cock that stayed in my mouth and kept growing deeper down my throat. I felt the cock slowly moving away from me and I started to crawl after it keeping myself being stuffed with his cock deep down my throat. He must have been very pleased with this as his cock started to grow harder and bigger. There were times I couldn’t take it any more but I was pushed down hard by his strong hands that I didn’t even try. I looked up at his eyes and he laughed down at me and I started to fade out as I ran out of air slowly.

Went to the clinic today to make sure my dick is in good shape. They took my urine. Also some blood, since I hadn't been tested in a while. Curiously they were all out of the rapid test kits. No worries. They don't offer cookies after drawing blood anymore. But the wait times - OMG. And that awful video they play in the waiting room, "Safe Sex in the City". Man, the acting is so bad and I just laugh at the notion of all these people using condoms. You know damn well that half the actors are barebackers themselves! LOL

Part 1 Continued... Parker responded with a cocky shit eating grin then stuffed the baggie into his jeans pocket. Then I noticed it. It was something about his eyes, it was as if they were trying to emulate the reflection of a cocky and confidant at athlete but hid something deeper. If eyes are the windows in to one’s soul, beneath the portrayal of a popular high school athlete it seemed like they were the eyes of a captain commanding a stricken sailing vessel during a hurricane. The eyes just lacked hope… It was then I heard the slamming of the door as the volleyball player, had slammed to close as he left. I walked to the security monitors and watched him walk to a Mercedes GT AMG and peel off into the night. What could explain those eyes, I thought to myself. Why would a seemingly popular, rich, athlete have those eyes. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Hunters voice. “See something you like?” I turned to Hunter by instinct and I saw his eyes gaze down and chuckle. “Seems, so” stated Hunter as he glazed down to my crotch. I glanced down and saw that precum had soaked through the pants on my slate colored business pants. I could feel my cheeked turning red from embarrassment. Hunter had known that I was gay for a long time and did not give a fuck. The delivery of 90% of his profits back in the form of clean currency over four years ago took care of any prejudices about who I fucked. “So…”, I asked Hunter. “That was Volleyball. I call him that because he always wears some type of his volleyball gear when we do deals. It was a jersey here, jacket there, hoodie, or a full set of his high school warmup, I think it makes him feel confidant and he is a hot piece of shit. After my first few deals, I asked him about it and he told me that it helped bring in a bunch of pussy. I looked him up too and I think he is damned good at his sport. Hell, I was the one that taught him how to fake the drug tests, so he could play. Anyways, don’t think he will be sucking you off or anything. As far as I know his cock goes into about three different pussies a month on average. The only time volleyball did something with another guy was at a party I was supplying.” I motioned Hunter to continue. “It was some CIF regional playoff party. Apparently, they had won a big game and all the rich kids on the team threw a large party. Parker had scored the winning kill and was hosting. Until then, he was a kid that bought Adderall to keep up with school. That evening he came in with damp with sweat in his all white volleyball uniform and drops 2K on this table and asked for the “hard and good shit”. Later I get a text from him that he needed more supply and the cash was in his room. I drove over the mansion where Volleyball lived, went to drop off the goods and collect the cash. In his room was Volleyball and another guy jerked each other off both drugged out of their minds on the pot laced with Tina I gave them. Hell, I doubt he remembers that night based on the booze on his breath and all the goods that I supplied.” With that Hunter walked to the closet door and opened it grabbing a coat. “If you’re done, scooping out my customers and looking for a boyfriend you’re going to do it tomorrow. I gotta hit up the club.” As I stood up, I buttoned my jacket to cover the stain on my crotch and walked to the door. The cool Pacific breeze hit me as I walked out. Parker, #1, Volleyball stud…my mind and cock raced filled with lust as I entered my car.

Part 3 The pause between his comment and my conflicting thoughts of whether I could really get this poz cock in me, get him to seed me deep knowing there could be real consequences seemed like an eternity. Thankfully an eternity in my mind is not that long, especially when my mind takes over and decides to get it what it wants, no needs. Words came out of my mouth I did not think I could ever say openly and the look on his face and how his jaw dropped at first and then lead to a devious grin showed he was just as taken aback. I remember him asking me if I was sure, that he would/could not pull out and would not ask again. I nodded and licked my lips and he said something about how we have to be quick because he had not cum in forever and was ready to bust just from the thought of our situation. Finally it seemed like my brain released it's total control and I could understand what I was saying. I told him, "It's a good thing I am all cleaned and prepped." and walked over to my bed and got on all fours, and he had already dropped his pants. I looked to the mirror on the wall to my right. It looked amazing with my white ass in perfect breeding position and he was behind me with all of his other clothes on and a nice 8" thick cock fully erect already. He asked about a lube and I said he could use his poz spit. With that I felt his moist cock slowly press on my neg virigin, to fully poz cock, hole. He moaned as he got past my opening and slid in deep. He let out a 'Damn, so tight, so good' gasp. I pushed back and forth a little and he took the hint. He went full tilt pumping me and grabbing my hips, I could tell it really must have been a long time for him because he seemed so in lust and heat, pumping hard and I could feel his sweat dripping on my back and ass cheeks. He pushed my head down and ordered me to get my ass up more and he kept thrusting away. Finally he took in a big deep breath and let out a loud "Fuck!!! I am cumming in this perfect married ass, ahhhh!!" and kepy pumping away as his cock shot spurt after spurt of his toxic seed. He stopped thrusting and held himself deep after about the 5th spurt and he ordered me to milk my new master cock. I squeezed my hole over and over and he pumped about 4 more squirts. Finally he started to go soft and I could feel him plop out. He then spoke "Oh wow that hole is totally creamed up now." just as my hole squirted out some of his load on its own. I stayed there and wondered what now? As if he knew what I was thinking he said, "Best stay like that so you can absorb as much of my DNA into you, I will just get back to work.", then let out a very quiet, "fuck, damn". I did as he said and just enjoyed my new squishy hole. Hoping maybe he would come back for sloppy seconds. Part 4 hopefully sooner than 3.

I'm flattered by guys on here who want to add me as a friend. But please know that if you add me as a friend, I assume I get to shoot my load into your unprotected ass. Deal?

Got off work and had an hr or so to kill before I picked up the kids so I got on Grindr and found someone close by that wanted to meet. He was 40 but fit and had a 7.5 cut decently thick cock. I stopped by and I bent over the bed and he slid it home. Been a few weeks since I've been fucked and I was really needing it. He fucked me good and deep for a few mins before dumping his load in my ass. I held it in till I got home then pushed it out in my hand and ate it, had a very sweet flavor to and I can't wait to get more. His schedule works perfect with mine to meet up everyday and hopefully we can make it happen.

Fuckin love poppers. Hit them all day and makes my balls swell and my hole twitch. Need to get bred

It's nice to visit the family with my brother in Nebraska, now home in NYC and you realize the difference in the life I live here as to what I would be in living hell back Nebraska.

Took the first load of the new year last night. Older aggressive white guy with 8" and thick. He wanted it to be an anon scene. Told me to let myself in, strip myself naked, put on a blindfold, take a deep hit of poppers and wait for him to use my holes. I've always wanted to do an anon scene, so I agreed. That first hit of poppers after I put on the blindfold was incredible. Hearing him approach me without being able to see him was such a turn on. He made me suck his dick before he ate out my hole. I was in bottom heaven with his tongue fucking my hole. Then he made me take a few deep hits and pushed his 8" deep in me. Talked dirty to me the whole time. We fucked in a bunch of positions, and he was getting in painfully deep. Finally bred my ass with me on my stomach and his cock as deep in me as it could go. I loved the feeling of his big dick gliding back and forth in my cummy ass. Took off the blindfold and sucked him clean before heading home. Great way to start the new year.

I'd been on PrEP over a year. At first genuinely looking to prevent, but lately it became out of wanting to control if/when "it" happened. My mind had raced for months, pondering what it would be like taking that first positive load. Not the run of the mill undetectable load, but the real potent deal. Many jerk off fantasies reading stories, watching videos where some boy was verbally filled with a poz load and imagining myself at that moment of no return. Without much thought, I forgot the PrEP for a day. The second day, I thought "Oh shit, I missed a dose, that's not like me." A voice in my head debated what harm was missing a second? Well, the doctor did say two was acceptable, but certainly not three. Day Three comes. Why am I wasting it? I'm not even having sex, beyond sucking someone off occasionally? I can always take it for a week and get back on track. A week with out sex is nothing for me. I don't classify myself as a real catch, early 40's decent looks, a bit boyish for my age in mannerism and depending on my style of dress. Very orally inclined, mentally a bottom though not really been used enough to really get accustomed to it, though that itch does need scratched. Day ten, post PrEP, arrives. Searching websites and apps for anything that catches my eye; however, pretty shy to initiate the contact. Time wasted, staring blankly, getting no responses. Maybe I'm too standoffish? But wait... what was that? A message! I was in shock, having not gotten one previously, I'd never heard the notification. MasterDaddy4u: "Hey boy. Just lurking or willing to go through with it?" Me: "Hello. I do want to go through with it, just hesitant and depends on what I find I guess." MasterDaddy4u: "Very dom 62 yr old Master, if you come over, you belong to me. And when you speak to me, you should say Sir or Daddy, boy!" Me: "Wow, that is pretty blunt." MasterDaddy4u: "What boy? I did not hear you." Me: "Wow,that is pretty blunt, Sir." *what made me obey so quickly?* MasterDaddy4u: "I am sending you my address. When you arrive, enter at door to the garage. Instructions will be there. If you object to anything in that list, go home to your Mama. We wont talk again until you comply." Me: "I need a moment to think on this, Sir." MasterDaddy4u: "That time is past. Bye, Boy. See you in compliance, or this is the last I have to say." >>MasterDaddy4u is offline. My mind raced like crazy. I had a private shared file waiting to be opened. Staring at my screen, my mouse making circles around the icon.... >>click<< "Boy, be at this address in one hour and follow all instructions on site. If you do not, you will be sent away. No second chances." It ended with the exact address. I recall I've stopped PrEP. What if? I don't even know his status. Or what he intends. As my mind raced, I realize I've undressed without realizing it. I get a shower to ensure I was presentable...just in case. IF... *mind still races* When... In a flash, I find myself in my car, heading toward the unknown. Am I foolish for just showing up without much conversation, no exchanged pix, nothing at all? Time seemed to fly and yet creep at the same time. Looking at my watch, after the relatively short drive over, I had 15 minutes left of the hour allotted. Looking at the darkened house from the street, butterflies churned in my stomach. Halfway up the drive...when did I get out of the car? Hand on the knob. Still time to turn back. My cock and hole both twitch as my stomach does back-flips. Inside the dimly lit garage, a solitary lamp shines on a piece of paper. Leaning down, I begin to read what is expected of me. *** Boy, welcome to your possible future. You can still turn back, but once you start on this list, you are bound by your choice. I know you are here. I've seen you on camera. You have 30 minutes to comply or leave. 1. The boy acknowledges that he freely and willingly accepts being the property of his Master, with the understanding he will, upon showing his submission by beginning this list, be taking his Master's HIV poz load and piss to be properly marked, and will accept any and all demands/orders made by his Master without question, subject to punishment for failure to comply. 2. The boy is to strip and place all belongings into the lock-box provided. Once the lock is in place, it will not be opened. 3. Once naked, the boy will find the collar next to the lockbox. Affix the collar, as well as its lock. Again, once locked, only the Master may choose to remove it. 4. The boy shall kneel, eyes down, palms down on knees, and wait quietly for his Master to retrieve him. Final chance to leave, boy. Once any step has started, your consent is no longer required for those after it. Punishment will be delivered once any lock is in place and you try to withdraw. *** Oh my God! He's positive! FUCK! What about my PrEP? My mind flies through the options of fleeing or giving in. My cock soaks my underwear with precum. Subconsciously, my shoes are kicked off as my shirt goes over my head. My undies getting more uncomfortable by the moment, I rip at my shorts praying for some relief. I'm naked! In a strange place, about to surrender myself to someone, sight unseen. I have to think this through a bit more! I look at my watch. SHIT! I've only got 10 minutes to dress and leave, or accept my fate. Accept my fate? What an odd choice of words! My brain seems to be working on two levels. One fighting it, one having already given in. I need more time! What do I really want to do? >>click<< What was that? A sound snaps me out of my mental debate with logic. FUCK! The lock-box! I locked it! Panic sets in. I can still flee, granted I'd naked and with nothing I came with. DAMN IT! On foot too, as my keys are in the box! How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! ***** ((I am very new to attempting to write stories. I welcome any feedback. I've been pondering this one a long time, but after reading so many great stories on here, I find it hard to put into words what in my mind plays out like a flawless movie. Thanks for reading this first part. I'll try to continue it as time permits, hopefully sooner rather than later.))

Bookstore after work I was jerking off by myself as I sat on bench. After about 10 minutes some chubby guy around 50 came and stood right in front of me with his thick 6" cock at attention. He seemed to have an attitude, but I began sucking him and with my free hand starting working a finger into his asshole. He loved it so kept it up. With my other hand I jerked my cock til I started cumming, then caught my load in the same hand, all the while quietly still sucking this guy's cock. I removed my finger from his ass, and replaced it with my cum covered other finger. As I sucked him, I worked as much of my poz load into his hole as I could, only stopping once he started shooting his cum down my throat. He pulled out fast and walked away without saying a word, but I hope my finger breeding is successful.

I am not hung... but I fully understand you. If I don't cruise in a kinky friendly club, I have to go without my chastity cage... and in 5 mins I got plenty of bttms who start sucking me without even asking. I get pissed when other tops come to share with me a bttm while I want to be shared. It's better when I go in some clubs where one or two tops know me and are ready to introduce me as bttm to their friends.. or show the newcomers how to properly deal with me.

A new year is started already. I want to wish all you guys a happy new year with lot of BBsex. As I did for the 2017, since I fully embraced my kinky life, I close the year resetting my load tally. I started being a chastity slave the 1th of January 2017. I posted here the load tally for that year, and here are the counters for the 2018. I counted all the loads I received in my ass and mouth, not a single time I got fucked with condoms. I counted every time I swallowed piss from the tap, only whole bladders, never counted just few gulps or when I got pissed on my body. I counted all the fisting sessions, where one or more tops stuck their fists in my ass to the wrist and fucked me this way for at least 30 mins... The new year is already started, and as tradition called, this 1th of January 2019 I was in a cruising area, outdoor, taking loads. The counters have been reset but happily, I can already count 3 loads on that app.

@nelly26 - Sir, your comments are out of place. Doubling-down on insult is contrary to the nature of discourse on this site as expressed in the “Read This Before You Post” topic, which I encourage you to revisit. You make the point - for reasons unclear - that you have been a member here since early 2016, yet in the nearly three years since then you have contributed only 101 posts, earned 17 downvotes on that content, and yourself gave a remarkable 36 downvotes on others’ opinions. This is a profile of someone who enjoys discord, intolerant of other people and their viewpoints, yet this is a site that positively requires an open mind in order to successfully participate. There are, as it happens, some points of your argument above with which I might even be inclined to agree - but your rhetoric is too caustic to engage in civil debate. As a result, I’m just going to react, henceforth, as though you have ceased to exist. ————————- To the OP: I should add to my earlier post in reply to the original question that the one thing that did set me back a while was a time when a big cock aggravated my anal fissure before it had completely healed. That took me out for a solid month. The difference between irritation and injury can be huge in terms of how much time a bottom needs for recovery.

if i'm in your neck of the woods, I'll breed you good.

I don t know in 2018 just one is really important : my pozzing

Part 10 - The Date Angelo pulled up to his house just before his sister Maria and brother-in-law Hunter arrived, they were popping in on their way up to Boston for a long weekend. It was only a quick visit for a coffee and chat but whenever they could they would meet up at least once a week. Being a couple of years older than Angelo she had a close bond with him where they always shared everything and had no secrets. As they stood at the front door Hunter was checking the car over before they set off. Maria grabbed Angelo's arm and looked at him. "You have found someone haven't you?" She said starring in to his eyes. Angelo smiled shaking his head "How do you do that?". "I know you way to well, your eyes give everything away Angelo" Maria responded. Angelo nodded "I think so, but it is early we have our first real date tonight". "Take down your barriers Angelo, let him see the real you if you want it to work" She patted his hand. "Always wise with your words Maria" he replied kissing her on the cheek. Maria held him "He must be quite special if he has got that close to you". She turned and joined her husband in the car, they waved as they pulled out the driveway, Angelo stood watching as the car disappeared, he knew his sister was right about everything. The one thing he didn't really know for sure was how Ethan really felt, being so young and new to gay life weather he would even be in the mindset to have a boyfriend. Angelo went back in to the house he had some work to catch up on and had a busy week coming up as his team would be implementing the software at the company in the city and it had to go well. But first he booked a table at one of the nicer restaurants in Larchmont on the waterfront for 8pm. He sent a text to Ethan telling him trousers and shirt for their date. Ethan stopped doing his coursework and picked up his phone and smiled at the text he received from Angelo and sent a smiley face back to him. He gazed out of his bedroom window musing how different his life was becoming but then thought about his parents and knew that would be a challenge. Looking at his phone it was already 6pm, putting his work away he undressed and went to get ready. He packed his beach gear, shorts, t-shirt and a toothbrush and headed downstairs to wait for Angelo. As usual on the dot Angelo turned up and smiled his heart skipped a beat seeing Ethan dressed smartly, he got out of the car and walked over towards him. "Wow, you look amazing Ethan" Angelo kissed him on the lips. Ethan blushed a little "Thanks and you look as hot as ever and so different Angelo, not to overdressed am I?". Angelo smiled "No, just perfect. Come on". They chatted about tomorrow and spending the day on the beach as they drove back to Larchmont, Ethan suddenly remembered his dreams of Angelo and him on a beach walking in the surf. Angelo glanced at Ethan noticing he had gone quiet for a moment he smiled to himself seeing that Ethan was miles away but with a smile on his face. They pulled up to Angelo's house and deposited his belongings inside. Angelo waited for Ethan to come downstairs "It is a short walk to the restaurant, ready to go?". "Oh are we going out for dinner?" Ethan asked looking surprised. Angelo nodded "Yes, I am taking you out for dinner". They walked the 15 minutes down the lane and around the marina to the restaurant, the waiter showed them to a table on the outside veranda overlooking the marina. They both ordered steak and out of respect Angelo ordered a soft drink for himself as well. Although not a big drinker he did enjoy wine when chilling out or eating, throughout the meal Ethan smiled and just loved the way Angelo's body looked through his white shirt, the muscle definition in his arms accentuated by his choice of shirt. "What's so funny that your smiling about?" Angelo put his fork down as he finished. Ethan put his lemonade down "I love watching you". Angelo laughed "You are a naughty boy Ethan, and in a place like this". "God I want to kiss you Angelo" Ethan rested his head in his hands on the table looking at him. Angelo eyed him carefully "So do it". "Eh, what now, with all these people around?" Ethan looked surprised but amused. Angelo knew this would test if Ethan did have feelings for him "What are you afraid of?". "Not this" Ethan replied and leant over and kissed Angelo for several seconds. Margarite sat with her husband inside the restaurant she had noticed Ethan arriving with the tall hunky Latin man. She was very friendly with Ethan's mother Ellie and lunched with her at least once a week, she was also Ben's mother one of Ethan's best friends. She kept glancing to where they sat outside at one of the best tables. She dropped her fork on the floor seeing Ethan lean over and kiss the man, not just any kiss but a lovers kiss that lingered. Her husband enquired why she was so distracted during dinner, she brushed it off and laughed making the excuse that she kept thinking about the 4th July party she was organising. Angelo smiled at Ethan "Are you not afraid of anything then?". "You, I mean a little, I still tread carefully around you" Ethan sat back down looking at him. Angelo's smile faded "Why Ethan?". "Well it has been a bit rocky and I don't really know how I stand with you sometimes" Ethan looked at his plate. Angelo held Ethan's hand "Nothing can change what happened Ethan, but I don't want you feeling like that". Ethan looked up at Angelo "I am not scared of you just cautious but that is fading the more I know you". Angelo rubbed Ethan's hand "Do you want to get to know me better?". "Yes, I like being with you" Ethan blushed but chose his words carefully. Angelo looked at Ethan smiling at him "You have one of the most disarming smiles Ethan" Ethan giggled "Is that good?". "Melts my heart every time" Angelo leaned over and kissed Ethan. They ordered coffee and Margarite watched as she put her jacket on to leave the restaurant, how strange she thought that Ethan was dining so far out of Harrison, the other side wondered if Ellie even know her son was gay, she couldn't wait for her to return from the Hamptons and have lunch with her. The waiter finished serving coffee to Angelo and Ethan and walked away. "So what business are you in if you know my father" Ethan asked. Angelo smiled and began to unravel "Software, I run my own software company". "Must be nice running your own business" Ethan enthused. Angelo giggled "I like running it and it has proved to be a wise choice for me". "My father has set out my education to take law, but I don't want to do it" Ethan sounded a little down. Angelo looked at him "But it get's you a good education, what about your mother?". Ethan laughed "She keeps setting me up with daughters of some the richer people in Harrison". Angelo laughed "Why is that I wonder?". "Social climbing, that's all she is after" Ethan looked up "she will have a surprise though". They both laughed and continued talking until they got back to Angelo's house, it was already gone 11pm when they finally arrived and clambered up the stairs into the bedroom. Angelo stood in front of Ethan and kissed him gently and began to undress Ethan folding his clothes up as he took them off. Ethan reached up and starred Angelo in the eyes as he unbuttoned the shirt then the trousers and underwear. They stood looking at each other for a moment with no words Angelo picked Ethan up and carried him to the bed, Angelo knew that Ethan was tired he turned the light off and cuddled up to Ethan, both of them were sleeping within minutes. Ethan woke first and carefully slipped out of bed and went downstairs to make coffee, on his return he put the cups down and slipped back in to bed thinking he done it without waking Angelo. He felt Angelo's arm pulling him so he turned over to see Angelo awake, happily he fell into his arms and kissed Angelo deep and lovingly just how he had been discreetly taught. "Thank you for a lovely night Angelo" Ethan smiled stroking Angelo's face. Angelo sniffed "You made coffee?". "Tried to" Ethan giggled a bit before Angelo locked his lips on Ethan's mouth. Angelo rolled on top and looked at Ethan "We should get up". Ethan draw a sad face "Really?". Angelo laughed "I know what you want but you will have to wait for the second date". "You want to take me on a second date then?" Ethan asked smiling. Angelo kissed him "Yes and a third and so on". Ethan pushed Angelo off on his back and climbed on top kissing him with even more passion, Angelo wrapped his arms around Ethan and rolled him back continuing their kiss until Ethan rolled Angelo back over. Eventually stopping as they were kissing and laughing in each others mouth, Angelo flipped Ethan on his stomach and slapped his ass telling him to get in the shower. Angelo followed Ethan in and they washed each other as they kissed, Angelo turned the water off and began to towel Ethan dry. "Angelo I love seeing you like this" Ethan pushed back closer to Angelo. Angelo continued drying Ethan "Like what?". "You know, the fun side of you, but I also kind of like the edgy rough side as well" Ethan replied. Angelo slapped Ethan's ass handing him the towel "Always handy to know". They sat eating a light breakfast and Angelo was cleaning up when they heard the boys car pulling up the drive. Angelo and Ethan sat in the back and after 30 minutes Ethan fell asleep in Angelo's arms. Adam looked back and smiled. They stopped at the first beach at the start of the Hamptons and found a nice spot that was still pretty quiet. Angelo carried the picnic hamper down and set it on the blanket, the four of them stripped to their swim wear and went running down to the sea. Adam decided to taunt Angelo and tried running off as Angelo stormed through the water catching him around his waist and hoisted him in the air before dropping him in the sea. Tony and Ethan laughed as they swam watching how brave Adam was trying to be. Adam laughing wiped the salty water from his face as Angelo picked him up again so he was to face with Angelo, Adam protested saying enough and that he would stop taunting him. Angelo released him to his feet and leant forward and kissed him full on. "Ooops" Tony remarked looking at them. Ethan smiled "Now that's hot". Tony sort of smiled "You don't mind?". Ethan put his arm around Tony and kissed his head "No, after all Adam kisses me and you don't mind". Tony looked at Ethan "No, just very jealous though". Ethan laughed "Why didn't you say so" he moved in front of Tony and kissed him as only Ethan knew. Tony shook his head "Holy fuck Ethan you kiss amazingly, now I know what Adam means". Ethan laughed as he head Adam and Angelo approach "You have Angelo to thank for that". Angelo picked Ethan up and looked at Tony "You kissed my boy Tony". Tony looked unsure if Angelo was joking "Sorry didn't mean to Angelo but you kissed mine". Angelo put Ethan down and moved towards Tony "I guess I have to kiss you as well then". Tony laughed and opened his arms "Bring it on" so Angelo did. The four of them waded to shore as they noticed the beach was getting a little busier. Angelo grabbed Ethan's hand and asked if he wanted to walk along the beach. Adam and Tony went back to their spot to sunbathe. Ethan felt strange but very real walking along a public beach holding hands with another guy, he was loving the gentle surf lapping at his ankles. All of a sudden he had a feeling of deja vous and his dreams came back to him in a flash, he chuckled wondering if he had predicted the future as the similarities were uncanny. Angelo looked at him "What are you giggling about?". "Nothing really, just how much of a good time I am having with you and the others" he replied. Angelo smiled "Ready to walk back?". "I think so, getting hungry" Ethan said as he turned on the spot. Angelo pulled Ethan towards him and looked him in the eye, he leaned forward and kissed him. Ethan placed his hands around Angelo's waist and happily kissed him back for several moments, the final piece of the dream had shown its hand. A young couple coming out of the sea walked within a few meters of where they stood, she turned and called them a beautiful couple before turning to her husband and kissing him. Angelo was oblivious to them but Ethan looked over and smiled at them before they continued their walk back down the beach to join Adam and Tony who were preparing the food Angelo brought. Ethan laid back in the lap of Angelo thinking the day could not be any more perfect, Adam ever the restless one held his hand out to Ethan to come for a swim leaving Angelo and Tony sunning themselves. Tony sat up and looked at Angelo "You really like him don't you?". Angelo looked surprised by his comment "Why would you think that?". "The way you look at him" Tony responded thinking he should have kept quiet. Angelo looked at Ethan in the sea with Adam "More than I wanted to". "Does he know?" Tony asked pouring Angelo a lemonade. Angelo took the cup of lemonade "I don't know, sometimes the way he looks at me I think he does". "You know he talks about you all the time now" Tony laid back down. Angelo looked at Tony "I don't think he understands how much I love him". Tony sat bolt upright "Did you mean that?". "Mean what?" Angelo looked confused. "You just said how much you love him" Tony replied looking at him. Angelo turned to look at Ethan "I trust you won't say anything Tony?". "No I will keep it between us, but... oh, nothing" Tony watched Ethan. Angelo looked at Tony "Come on you can be open with me Tony". "You probably don't need advice from me" Tony ran his hands through the sand. Angelo laughed "Give me your advice and let me see". "Don't let it eat you up or regret not saying anything to Ethan how you feel" Tony told him. Angelo sighed "I don't think he is at a relationship stage in his life". Tony stood up and held his hand out to Angelo "Come on lets swim". Angelo stood "Okay". "Angelo you might be surprised, Ethan is no wild child and he is loves being with you" Tony looked him in the eye. Angelo put his arm around Tony "I don't want to rush him, he has to be certain it is what he wants". Tony stopped "Ethan told Adam about a dream he has nearly every night involving you". "Seriously?" Angelo looked a little taken back. Tony laughed "Yes, funny enough it involved you and him on a beach and a kiss". Angelo smiled and walked down to the sea with Tony, Adam and Ethan were fooling around splashing as they say the other two approaching and decided to turn and splash them. Ethan putting a brave face on started stepping back as Angelo lunged forward and grabbed him lifting him up and kissing him. "Not so brave now are you" Angelo laughed as Ethan still tried to splash him. Ethan struggling called to Adam "I need reinforcement Adam". Adam waded over "Not a chance Ethan" laughing as he moved away with Tony. Angelo held Ethan up in a bearhug refusing to let him go until he finally gave up and kissed him. Angelo still held Ethan and started walking back to shore, Ethan rested his head against Angelo's shoulder and neck, his arms holding firmly around Angelo's neck. "I've had one of the best days ever" Ethan muttered as they reached the shore. Angelo put Ethan down "You brought so much happiness back in to my life Ethan". Ethan grabbed Angelo's hand as they walked to join Tony and Adam who were starting to pack away. Angelo invited Adam and Tony for dinner as they piled in to the car for the trip back to Larchmont.

The anonymous cock in my arse pulls out and I feel a gush of cum follow it, running down my arse crack. I feel for my hole, it feels wide open and semen is dripping out. I collect some on my fingers and taste it, it's a devine taste of cum and my arse juices. A thought flits through my head, I don't know his status and he filled my hole with his seed, then I think but I know I've taken two HVL loads this evening, it hardly matters if he's poz! Devon is still lying next to me. ‘My mate wants a piece of your arse he tells me, ‘his cock is quite special though…’ Mate of Devon's? ‘Is he Poz?’ I ask. ‘Oh yeah, very’ Devon replies, ‘but the special bit is that his cock has a few piercings. I'm sure you could take them, but they can be too much for some guys….’ Shit, I think, if he's asking me first it must be special. I wonder what the piercings might do to my already abraded hole, and he's sure to dump another ‘very poz’ load of semen inside my body. But I've always enjoyed a bit of pain, and I feel totally out-of-it at the moment with the poppers, adrenaline, and the intensity of what I'm doing. ‘Yeah, mate’ I hear myself whisper, ‘I'll do anything tonight.’ I feel Devon’s mouth cover mine and we kiss. I reach for his wondrous cock and find it hard, I think that I need to have him again later. There's a guy the other side of me, he's been running his hands over my chest, squeezing my nipples, working my cock that is still so hard it feels almost ready to split! He is feeling between my arse cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘This is Shaun’ Devon tells me, ‘My mate..’ I sit up and reach for Shaun’s cock. Devon’s monster may have made me gasp but Shaun’s almost made me run! His cock was equally as long as Devon’s, and it was thick and veiny. But the metalwork that i encountered was something else! I expected a PA, maybe a ring or a barbell. I could feel that Shaun was circumcised, and I felt three thick bars passing through his cock head, each with a polished ball on each end. These were at different angles, creating a star of stainless steel - I could only guess what this would feel like travelling in and out of my arse. Then, as I explored further, I found a series of rings through the skin along the underside of his cock. Thick rings, each with a ball in it, fuck knows how they were put in. The first is about an inch down his shaft from his cock head and there must have been eight of them finishing just before his balls. And to add to this he had barbell piercings along the top of the shaft, I counted six or seven, all with balls on each end! My head was spinning, I wondered what this cock would feel like inside me. And I couldn't imagine what those piercings on the top and bottom of his shaft would feel like passing through my sphincter. I almost decided I couldn't do it, the cock itself would be a stretch, but the piercings, what would they do to my hole? But before I could say no Shaun grabbed me and turned me onto my front, my bare feet on the sticky floor. He pushed me down onto the bench, I found myself laying on my stomach with my arse exposed. ‘Get some poppers mate,’ he told me, ‘you know you want to try it!’ I got the little brown bottle under my nose, closed one nostril and breathed. Deep. Long. Four or five breaths in through one nostril, then the same through the other. My heart raced, my head spun, my cock raged, stiff, trapped under me, my blood coursed through me in excitement. Shit, I knew I was going to let him! Shaun’s cock head was resting in the cleft of my arse, I could feel the cold steel bars between my buttocks. I pressed back against him, the poppers starting to work. I could feel my hole start to stretch. Then I felt his fingers starting to work the bars that cross his cock head through my muscle. One was inside me, then two, then the third. I realised they were so long that they seemed to trap just inside my inner hole, before his engorged bulbus cock head burst through into me. It wasn't really painful as I had been stretched so much earlier, and the three loads of cum were lubing my passage, but it was a weird feeling of the cold steel and the hot meat forcing my muscle to widen as they enter. And, I thought, the hot meat inside my body was a very poz cock. He then started to press more of his cock into me. First I felt the star of steel pushing, pressing, working through my rectum. Hard smooth bars, round steel balls, opening me up so differently than the cocks that went before. I know there are no pain receptors in the rectum, so if it feels uncomfortable what the fuck is that thing doing inside me? But then the first of the rings underneath his cock starts pressing through my sphincter. His thick cock shaft is stretching my muscle to capacity anyway, so this new intrusion stretches my ring, pulls it inward, before the steel ring drags past the muscle, through into my arse. But before the ring is fully in one of the barbell piercings on the top of his cock starts forcing my hole open, reaming past my stretched hole which is forced to open to allow it's passage. And then the next ring piercing scrapes through into me. And so it continues, one at a time the piercings would pull, stretch skin and muscle, force muscle against its will and then pop through. One by one, top then bottom. All of these sensations are driving me wild, and this is just him entering my arse. Slowly his cock head reams its path through my guts - he is taller than me and his cock is smashed against my prostate, the rings rubbing against the sensitive gland. My arse started to feel full again, familiar feelings, Shaun’s cock is filling me to capacity. He reaches the end, I knew that the steel piercings of his cock head were now pressing against the rear of my rectal void, I wondered if it could push through into my intestines the way Devon’s cock head had, but before I could try to move to allow it Shaun began to withdraw. As his shaft moved through my hole all of his shaft piercings pulled out through my sphincters again. I groaned at this sensation, he pulled outside more quickly than he had entered making the feelings more intense. But then, before I could process this, he was pushing back in again! My hole was pummelled, my prostate pounded as he started to fuck in and out of me, the fucking quickly created sensations that were so extreme, they were painful but so erotic. As I snorted more poppers I felt my arse muscles start to spasm. My body was unable to control the stretching being imposed by Shaun's cock and my muscles were struggling to adjust. This, along with the continual massage that my prostate was receiving, rapidly took me toward another orgasm But the anal stimulation being caused by Shaun's fucking prevented me reaching the point of release, thiis was such an intense feeling. My balls were boiling and I wanted to cum so badly but could only concentrate on Shaun's murderous cock head doing its worst inside my rectum, his piercings sawing in and out through my tortured hole, and my muscles trying but failing to clench his thick cock shaft. I tried to reach my cock to wank it but Shaun took hold of my hand and twisted my arm behind my back. His other hand was on my shoulder pinning me to the bench. ‘Just enjoy the fuck, bitch’ he snarled, ‘you don't cum til I let you.’ My cock was trapped, rubbing between my stomach and the edge of the bench, but the rubbing wasn't enough to make me cum. His fucking was now faster, one second my colon felt so full with his cock head bars ramming into my arse wall, then I was empty and my hole felt like it was being turned inside out. His cock was running the full depth of my arse, his shaft piercings being wrenched in and out of my hole, again and again, my prostate being mashed by his meaty pierced shaft. He drove in and out of me, faster, deeper, shagging my hole, grating my ring. Then he reared up, both hands on my buttocks pulling himself higher, his cock driving deeper into me. I felt the familiar feeling deep inside as his cock head hit the same point that Devon had, but the bars through Shaun’s glans made the passage around into my colon more difficult. The deep intrusion hurt, but when I tried to pull against it this caused his cock to travel even deeper. Then the out stroke pulled the metalwork back out, through my colon, the shaft piercings dragging my sphincter out, the rings under his shaft dragging, one at a time, past my prostate. He fucked into my inner opening again and again. Finally I started to cum, but this made my arse clench against the tortuous cock, doubling the sensations that his piercings were producing, causing me to cry out in ecstasy and pain. I tried to stop my arse clenching but that made it worse. He kept fucking, I kept cumming, an intense orgasm that just seemed to open the passage from my balls, cum pouring out of my cock as my arse tried to clench onto his. My cum seemed to last an eternity, and throughout the unrelenting fucking continued. ‘I'm gonna breed you!’ he finally cried, ramming deep into me again. In my head I saw his thick toxic semen spraying into my hole, I imagined the pressure building behind the star of steel before forcing past as a jet of poison, spraying against the soft, mashed and abraded tissues of my intestines. He rammed deep, four, five, six, more, until he eventually collapsed, falling forward onto my back. Spent. I hoped he'd not caused any damage inside my arse, but then thought about the massive load of ‘very poz’ cum that he had just deposited. I'm definitely damaged I thought to myself. He slowly extracted his cock from my arse. He had softened but was still long and thick, I felt every lump and bulge as they left my hole. Once he was out I moved round and leant over to worship his weapon, taking his cock into my mouth, managing to get the pierced head and part of his shaft past my teeth. As I leant over I felt another pair of legs move up to my arse and a long cock slid up my back. Looking behind me I recognised the shape as being Devon. I shook my head but his fingers were in my hole. I stood up. ‘No more, mate’ I tell him, leaning back to kiss him. ‘I'm fucked.’ ‘Come with me’ he replies. Taking my hand he leads me from the darkroom, along the corridor into one of the private booths. On the bench is Bobby, lying on his back, his cock hard in his hand. He looks worse in the light of the booth, his cheeks are sunken, his stomach distended, lesions on his arms, legs, stomach. But his cock is hard as he slowly slides the foreskin back and forth over the head, precum glistening as it drips onto his bony fist. ‘Do you think you could take us both?’ asked Devon. The idea scared me, I'd never been DPd before. Bobby isn't massive, but Devon is. AIDS cock and high viral POZ cock inside me together? Devon hands me my poppers. ‘Have a few breaths of this before you decide…’

Jake slowly started working his boy cunt with his fingers, and gradually his hole opened up. Given how powerful the situation was, I felt that some t was needed and helpful, and Jake agreed. The pipe was loaded, I held the torch to it, and got a nice lung full. As a side note, t gives me t dick from hell, but Jake gets rock hard from the stuff, which works fine for me. Then we passed the pipe to Derek and instructed him on how to use it. " Wait until the bowl is sort of smokey, then start to inhale with your mouth slow and steady." we informed him. It was almost like you could see the tingles go up his spine. We gave him 3 good hits. That opened him up nicely, along with the poppers we had provided. Jake plowed his boy cunt until he nutted hard, then stood back and allowed Mark to nut and dump his baby batter in him as well. I just stood back and watched, hard as a rock despite the T and finally sunk my cock into my nephew and all the baby batter he held. I plowed his cunt for a good few minutes, then we decided to move it to my truck. We went upstairs and then out with all of us dressed. Derek was bent over the passenger seat of my truck and I bred him nice and deep. Then Jake jumped back in, hard as a rock and wanted to breed him again. "You love that toxic baby batter don't ya boy?" Jake asked rhetorically.... Derek just nodded, the t and the cock in his boy cunt just told him to go with it. Little did he know that he was slowly becomming a poz cunt boy who served at our pleasure. Slowly but surely he would change. ( Sorry guys, I really am in the deep south and heading back home tomorrow. Thats all I had time to write tonight after spending the last 3 hours in a speakeasy ( illegal bar... yes they do exist in 2018...) More to cum...

Cheers! By the time I returned upstairs, everything had changed. It was like I’d walked into a completely different club. The music was no longer anything I could identify, having been replaced by a heavy thumping beat, and I noticed that the DJ from earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a topless skinhead white guy who was clearly having the time of his life in the booth. The room was darker, and what lights there were were being used more for effect than for illumination, making the room flash red. Somewhere, a smoke machine was hissing, and the room was getting misty. Any pretence of this place not being a sex club had clearly been thrown out the window now. Several people had completely discarded what little outfits they had been wearing, while others were happily letting their cocks get pulled out of whatever they were wearing. A lot of people were still just dancing, but even that had become a lot more physical than what it had been before midnight. I didn’t know where to start. The vibrations of the music shot through my body, and I wanted to throw myself right into the dance floor, just to see what happened. ‘You. Need. Water.’ The voice in my head told me. What little of it was left was apparently trying to use reason to get me to stop doing the things it didn’t want me to. But it wasn’t wrong, my mouth did feel a bit dry, so I made my way to the bar. Apparently 90% of the people in the club had all decided to do the same thing. It was heaving there, with so many rows of people waiting to be served, it was a wonder how the people already at the bar itself would be able to get away once they got their drinks. I stood at the back of the queue, and wondered how long it would be before I actually got served. I felt like the negative voice knew this would happen and caught me in a trap. The night had other plans, though. I had been standing there less than a minute when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, expecting to see Geo, or one of the four guys I’d already messed about with this evening, but it was another new guy. He was older than any of the others, maybe one of the oldest guys in the building, but holy fuck was he a DILF. A black guy, maybe in his 50s, wearing nothing but a pair of loose boxers. His body was covered in salt-and-pepper hair, and he had dreadlocks tied loosely behind his head. In his hand, he held two bottles of beer, he offered one to me, and nodded over towards a corner of the room. I took the bottle and followed him. For a minute, I had to wonder if I actually had found my way into a different club. I was certain that the place had more seating earlier. Now it was like the chairs and tables had melted away in order to allow the dancefloor to expand. But the guy I followed seemed to know exactly where to go, and led me to a little alcove, that had some stools in it, pressed up against the wall under a wooden shelf that was littered with empty bottles and glasses. He pulled out two stools and perched on one, learning on the shelf. I hopped up onto the other one, vividly aware about how much less casual I looked and felt wandering through a public place in my underwear. We clinked the necks of our bottles together, and took deep swigs. Somewhere inside my head, alarm bells were going off. There could be anything in this bottle! I hadn’t seen it opened, and although it was still cold and tasted like standard cheap beer, I had no way of knowing how long this guy had been holding onto it. In my attempt to not let the guy see how uncomfortable I was, I ended up half emptying the bottle in one go, which was the opposite of what the voice in my head wanted, but it was too late now. I set the bottle down on the side, and thanked him for the drink. “No problem!” He took another sip, and set his drink down. “I was queuing so long that I lost the guy I was buying for, and you looked like you needed some help. It’s your first time in a place like this, I’m guessing?” I asked him how he knew that. “Kid. You’re walking around the place looking as confused and as cute as a deer caught in the headlights. It’s a miracle that you haven’t been hit by the truck yet.” With that, he reached out to my stall and easily dragged me closer to him. “But don’t worry. The truck is still coming.” He hooked one of his thumbs in his underwear and yanked them down. In his loose boxers and in the darkness of the room, I hadn’t really been able to see just how massive his cock was, but when it flopped out at me, swinging like a truncheon, it caught me by such surprise that I almost wanted to run away. That was never an option though, since the guy reached forward to the back of my neck and and pulled me into him. His tongue filled my mouth, and instinctively my hands took hold of his dick and started pumping it. It was so big that both my hands could easily hold it with room to spare. His hands came round me and roughly grabbed my ass, roughly squeezing and pulling at them as we kissed. After a minute, he stopped, and pushed me off him at the shoulders. He was so forceful that I felt like a rag doll, as he pushed me down to my knees so that my head was level with his dick. He was leaking precum, and I didn’t hesitate in taking the head in my mouth to suck it all up. His cock was at least four inches bigger than the biggest I’d ever sucked before, and even that one I hadn’t been able to deepthroat very well. I struggled to handle the beast in my mouth, and the hands that grabbed my head didn’t seem to care that much for my struggles. I gagged and spluttered all over his dick, and drool started pouring down my chin. There was movement behind me, and I felt someone else’s body against my back. He was crouched in the same position as me, so that all our body parts lined up perfectly, and I heard his voice in my ear. “Here, let me show you how it’s done.” I could tell that it was the guy I had met in the toilets earlier, and the guy I was sucking clearly didn’t have any issues letting me slide off his dick, so the new guy could slide straight on, swallowing half of it in one smooth movement while leaning over my shoulder. I was pinned between them, and the older guy only moved one of his hands from my head to the young guys head. The other kept firm hold of me, and held me in place, pulling me down into the nook between his dick and his leg. I inhaled deeply, and smelled the raw scent of his sweat. It was intoxicating, and my dick sprang to attention as the young guys arm wrapped around me and took hold of it through my shorts. I could feel the young guys dick pressing into my butt. It was hard, and not very big, but then I guessed that this current position was as close to topping as a guy like this got, so I guessed it didn’t matter. The diminishing sober part of my brain imagined how this would have looked from a distance. A writhing mass of flesh and limbs grinding together like some weird beast, letting out guttural moans every now and then. The thumping of the music meant that most of the noises were drowned out, but I could still hear the guy moaning as we worked on his dick. My new friend was definitely doing most of the work, but I tried my best to help out, licking at the base of the huge cock, and at the massive black balls that hung heavily underneath. It tasted incredible, like nothing I’d ever had in my mouth before. I could have stayed there lapping at it forever, but the other two seemed to have other plans. The big guy was getting close, and his moans were getting louder and more intense. Suddenly, the guy behind me shifted, moving backwards slightly, and the hand on my head curled its fingers in my hair, yanking me me back and putting my mouth over the head of the dick again, just in time for it to explode like a gun, filling my mouth. It was like a fire hose blasting into my mouth, shooting blast after blast of thick, salty cum. It came so fast that I didn’t even have time to gag, and instantly started swallowing what I could, letting the rest fill my mouth and run over my lips. Even if I thought to count how many shots pumped into my mouth, I’m sure I would have lost count. When it finally finished, his hand left my head, but another took its place, as the guy behind me pulled me back into his shoulder so that he could put his mouth over mine, licking the cum off my chin before kissing me. Our tongues mixed together with the huge load, and his other hand slipped into my shorts, taking hold of my dick. The part of my mind that was disgusted by all this was silent, and it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. I’m surprised I didn’t blow my own load right there, but I was glad I didn’t. Any nerve I’d built up since swallowing that pill needed me to stay pent up and ready to go, I knew, and I had no intentions of letting this night end so soon. By the time we finally pulled apart, having swallowed every trace of cum we could find on each other, the guy who had given us it had already disappeared.

17. "So... How was your 'date'? asked Rick after Tony got home. "Good! I took him into the bar and after a few beers, and blew my poz cum into his hot cunt." "Woof! I got something to jerk off to again tonight." said Rick with pride. "How did he take it when you told him?" "Well... he freaked out at first, but then shot his load hands-free! And then, when we talked and danced some after, his dick was rock-hard the whole time!" "Fuck! I corrupted you good, stud.!" Rick shook his head as he started playing with his hard nipples through his tight shirt. "I see you like the story!" "Fuck, yeah. Got some of that toxic cum left for me?" "For you? Always," Tony replied with a grin as he stepped closer to his uncle, massaging the latter's cock through his pants. They kissed passionately and then took their shirts off. Rick played with his nephew's silver nipple rings, gently tugging and twisting them as the two continued making out. Tony, of course, continued massaging his Uncle's dick, but after several minutes of tongue-play, Rick broke-off the kiss and kissed his way down his nephew's body until he reached the prize, Tony's crotch. Kissing and tonguing the denim, Rick unbuttoned Tony's jeans, extracted his nephew's big cock from his jockstrap, expertly kissing, licking and sucking on the pierced ten inch cock. Tony directed Rick's activities by taking his head in his hands, and pushing him further down on the cock. Rick skillfully sucked and worshiped his nephew's monster cock and balls, following Tony's lead so eventually Tony's cock was lodged full depth in Rick's throat, leaving Rick to choke, now fully impaled on the big cock. Showing no mercy, and by no means taking it slowly, Tony face-fucked his uncle with abandon, his pleasure being the only consideration. The scene was unbelievably hot. Rick's face was red, wet and sticky with a variety of juices, and the cock in his throat left him feeling as if he was trying to swallow an anaconda. The the vision above Rick made it worthwhile: the young man above him was the consummate pig - handsome, muscular, hung, dangerous and cocky. One hell of a pig! Unbuttoning his fly, Rick extracted his rock hard cock and edged himself for several minutes, without pausing in servicing Tony. Fortunately Rick's services paid off, for after some time of hard and hot skull-fucking, Tony announced "FUCK YEAH! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" With this announcement Tony withdrew most of his cock from Rick's throat, leaving only about three inches inside and started cumming. And cumming. And cumming. But, as with all good things, eventually the ropes of cum ended, and Tony pulled his uncle up and started making out with him, tasting and swallowing his own highly viral, charged up cum. After that, he dropped to his knees, took his uncle's cock into his mouth, rammed three fingers into his uncle's man cunt, massaging the elder man's prostate. With that, Rick roared and fired his own load into Tony's mouth. Tony stood up and kissed his uncle again, letting him taste his own tainted cum. With that, Tony had realised what a monster they had created. His own cock bounced with that thought. Made you hard? Share your thoughts!☣???

Part 2 I will admit I had made some mistakes as a young teen. Never did anything illegal but felt invincible and cocky. Being closeted and gay did not help. I do not remember specifically when I got HIV but I know I could not tell anyone. Mostly because my support structure would fall apart, everyone believed I was this tough and rough straight dude but if anyone really looked into my past they would notice a distinct lack of girls. For awhile I avoided playing around with even other dudes, took my meds and kept myself healthy. In the meantime I started my own general contractor firm. Early on I was making bank and my inner fuck pig started to come out. It was after visiting some clubs I learned of the poz barebacking community. I was not entirely on board but I felt relieved that there were groups of men I could have sex with and not feel guilty afterward. Then the economy turned and suddenly I had to make cut backs, on staff, on benefits, even for myself. So now I am 2 months into not taking meds and probably at a pretty high viral load, and I am very very horny all the time. I lied to another firm about the size of my work crew and bid higher with the promise I could get these windows put in pretty fast. The money would go a long way to getting me health insurance again. I was nervous to meet the homeowner because I was afraid he would ask too many questions about my excuse for just me doing the work. He seemed a okay with everything I told him. My inner horn dog had me thinking he would pass as a cute bear, pasty white skin, moderately hairy, definitely large flabby ass. The kind I have pounded in the bath houses. and loaded deep with my undetectable loads (most wanted poz so I just told them that is what I was). I had to actively avoid thinking about it to get my work going. Eyes on the prize as it were. It was going fine he seemed chill hanging downstairs while I did work upstairs, it was so hot out and I was distracted by thoughts of that ass of his bouncing on my hard shaft that I kept having to go downstairs to get the right tools. Then something very odd happened, he made a comment about my biohazard tattoo that I have around my belly button. I almost got the sense that he was fishing for a specific answer, that he was not as suburban dad oblivious as he appeared. His laugh was cute and disarming and I forcibly set my mind to getting him out of my head. I was finally finishing up one room and getting ready to start another when I realized I had not seen nor heard him milling about. Maybe he got comfortable enough to leave for lunch. I decided to work on the master bedroom since the sun was not shining in there yet when I noticed the sound of running water. I figured we are all adults and he must know what he was doing. The water stopped and I was just setting down the first window when this perfect specimen of a bear walked out his bathroom door completely nude, wet and completely shocked I was there. It took my entire mental abilities to stop from getting a massive erection. We nervously laughed it off as an honest mistake and then he commented about my biohazard tattoo. I thought for a second maybe he thought I was dangerous from my previous answer so I said the first thing I could think to let him know without saying it that I am more 'lover' than hater. His response to that, his lack of fear standing there naked to a very sweaty fit black man got me realizing maybe he was a bear after all. But I was scrambling on how to proceed. What if he was not, what if he reported me to the guy who hired me, I really needed this job under my belt. I really really needed to be deep in his ass flooding him with my poz seed. What could I do? PART 3 soon

Part 1 - The Encounter I lay on my back my chest covered in seed from my own orgasm, breathing heavily and sweating from wanking off whilst looking at the pictures on his profile. He in his mid 40's five foot ten inches, trimmed beard and hairy chest tapering down to his eight inch uncut thick cock with the head partly poking through his foreskin glistening with precum. The leather cock ring heightened the appearance of his ample sized balls that showed signs of an ability to deliver copious amounts of seed. The other picture showed him sitting on a sofa with a white fluffy dressing gown partly open exposing his hairy chest whilst he was smoking a cuban cigar. I just don't know what drew me to his profile every time I wanted a release, was it the cigar?, the hairy chest?, the bareback sex and the thought of him penetrating me deep to breed?, was it his ability to be an olympic kisser, or just the fact he was spanish and looked like a real man. Whatever it was I just couldn't stop hitting up his profile in admiration. At 22 I was a standard gay lad, had sex every now and then but not interested in a boyfriend as I loved the trill of experiencing different men and lads around my age. Well I say "standard" but was quite a catch according to some guys I met, at five foot eight inches cropped brown hair, blue eyes, okay body and arse with a seven inch uncut cock. Always played safe and not in to any sleazy stuff (yet!). It was one of those nights where I hit up his profile "WimbledonTop" and was just starting to tease my cock from sleeping when I heard 'ping', holy crap I thought someone messaged me. I never actively engaged in guys from these sites but I was intrigued so opening up the message centre and saw it was from WimbledonTop, my heart pounded in my chest as I click on the open button... "Hi, checking out my profile again!! LOL, how many times have you done that now?". Fuck how the hell does he know as I caught my breath and smiled to myself wondering if I should reply. A couple of minutes pass by as I looked at the keyboard, I moved the cursor over to the Reply button and clicked, and we ended up in a game message ping pong. Me: "Busted, I like looking at your pictures :)" Him: "And what do you like most about them?" Me: "I don't know that's the thing, I guess they look hot." Him: "Do you like cuban cigars, I do, I don't like the cheap imitation rubbish." Me: "I had a puff on one a couple of years back it wasn't cuban and didn't really enjoy it, apart from that I don't smoke." Him: "You should try cuban you would probably like it as it has more flavour and strength." Me: "If I had the money I probably would do LOL." Him: "I could let you try one of mine but you might get addicted to them and they are expensive if you don't have the money." Me: "To right I guess, would I need to do anything in return if you let me try one." Him: "Absolutely not, I would just enjoy your company as most of my friends are my age." Me: "As long as there are no expectations of getting anything from me then yes I would be happy to come round, plus you live close." As the messaging finished I returned to his profile and busted another load to his picture. The following day at 7pm I headed to his address, as I looked up I knew instantly that he obviously could afford to smoke cubans. The gate opened and I walked up the short driveway he opened the door and smiled and shouted "Jake, welcome", I reached the door "Hi Fabian, thank you for inviting me over.". We walked through his amazing house and in to the Orangery at the back of the house overlooking the very secluded garden, in one corner I noticed what looked like a small plastic round tent in the shaded area, the opposite side was a beautiful landscaped pool. "I hope you enjoy being here, now we are going to do this gradually as I want you to enjoy what cubans really offer." he said smiling. I forgot to mention that he was dressed in his white fluffy dressing gown and looked even more striking that his pictures. "We don't want to get your clothes all smelling of cigar smoke so take them off and leave your underwear on then we can start.", this was a little more than I was expecting so he reminded me there was no expectation of anything happening. Fabian was now slipping out of his robe exposing his white underwear and very obvious bulge that was packed inside. As I did so he returned with a Cohiba robusto cigar and called me over to where he was. He demonstrated how to lightly moisten the end before cutting to prevent tearing and told me never to rub it in my finger as it breaks the filler. He lit a match and charred the end before puffing to bring the cigar up to full burn. I could see the blue hue in the smoke filling the air and caught a brief smell as it dissipated. I followed him out to the garden over to the plastic tent. He looked at me and laughed at my quizzical face and told me it is an air tight tent that is a good way of introducing you to cubans as he bent over and slipped inside patting the floor next to him I crawled in and sat beside him. "It will get a little warm in here after a while but you can open the zipper anytime you wish" he said as he pulled the zipe down sealing us inside. Fabian took a couple of puffs and released a heavy dense smoke in to the tent. My heart was racing partly due to the close proximity of his body that was driving me wild. Just then a cloud of the smoke wafted past my face as I breathed in through my nose. The smell was unlike anything you experience when people smoke cigarettes near you, it was aromatic and very intoxicating to say the least. Fabian continued to smoke the cigar watching me as the plastic tent began filling with more and dense smoke. My taste and smell senses were being encompassed by this ever presence smoke, I breathed in deeply my lungs filled causing me to cough. Every breath I took was now replaced by cuban cigar smoke as my lungs adjusted the coughing stopped. Beads of sweat were trickling down the side of my face, all the time he never took his eyes off me. I was getting light headed from the now lack of oxygen but I couldn't stop, I was truly under an intoxicating influence and was now loving it. I could only just make out parts of the garden through the dense smoke, my eyes were watering and my pulse was racing. In the distance a heard a zipping noise and a gust of fresh air rushed in to the tent, Fabian climbed out and held a hand out to me and pulled me out on to my feet. The fresh air instantly hit my lungs and I collapsed against his chest as he held me tight to stop me falling over. "Take slow shallow breaths." he told me, as I did so I began to regain control and stood up. "That was amazing." I said, he laughed and handed me the cigar and told me to take a small puff on it, doing so I tasted a completely different sensation from the smoke I was breathing in the tent. The flavour danced on my tongue and were hard to describe. "Take another small puff and inhale it deep." I coughed a little and exhaled the smoke. I took another puff and inhaled without coughing, not only was I enjoying this, but my cock was hard as nails in my underwear. I loved the feel of the cigars thickness and how much longer they took to smoke, the flavours and aromas produced were incredible. Fabian smiled over as we walked back to the Orangery where he sat the cigar down in the ashtray and told to me shower and wash the smoke away as he escorted me to a shower room by the kitchen. As I walked back in to the orangery I got dressed "I enjoyed your company, hope you would like to come over and smoke again with me." a broad smile went across my face as I replied "I can't afford to buy those sort of cigars though.", "Don't worry about that, you being here is enough payment.". As we got to the door I placed my hand on his arm an gave him a kiss on the check, he chuckled and patted my arse as I turned to leave.

Last week I had an early meeting in Edinburgh. I couldn't get a train early enough to get me to Edinburgh in time for the meeting and so I travelled up on the afternoon before, booking an AirBnB apartment for the night. Some years ago I spent quite a bit of time in Fife and spent many evenings in Edinburgh, enjoying the gay scene, including No 18 sauna. It's neither the biggest or most up to date sauna, but I loved the slightly seediness of both the sauna and some of its clientele! When I booked the apartment I made sure the one I chose was in walking distance of No 18, thinking I'd spend the evening there. I'd read that the building that housed the sauna was to be sold shortly, and it's still not sure whether the new owner will keep the venue open, so I thought I'd have an evening there for old times sake! Over the years I've started barebacking more and more, although my local sauna in the Midlands always seem to have far too many bottoms and I'd not been fucked in probably a couple of years. So, despite taking raw seed for many years, and fucking guys bareback, I've remained neg, probably more by luck than judgement! I'd considered getting PrEP a few times, but the small-town GUM clinic at our local hospital didn't seem to believe in the benefit of it and haven't been forthcoming in providing it. Not wanting the expense of buying it out of pocket, I was therefore still unprotected unless I used the dreaded condoms - that I detest. Condoms had also become less available in my local saunas - another excuse I know, I'm not really a chaser but the risk was also pretty exhilarating! After showering, freshly shaving everywhere, cleaning out and popping a Viagra, I took the short walk in the rain to Albert Place, glad of the heat when I entered the familiar entrance. I got the impression the facilities hadn't seen much attention in the years since I was last there, but it was warm and seemed clean. The guy on reception was quite cute and welcoming. I've always find the Scots to be very hospitable, and much more generous than their stereotype suggests. After stripping and putting my things into my locker I took a quick shower, having found doing so leaves my towel more secure. I found more guys in the sauna than I had dared to expect, particularly as on more than one occasion in the past I had found that sauna rather dead. I remembered in the past the place was pretty dead some nights. I returned to my locker and picked up my poppers and a small tube of lube, then I headed downstairs to the area where I expected to find the cubicles and dark room. An older, very skinny guy passed me on the stairs and took the opportunity to squeeze my cock through my towel, his touch and the V making my cock lurch. "Nice," he grinned, ‘I'll come and find you later." As I reached the darkroom my V induced hard-on was causing my towel to tent, and so I took my towel off and draped it around my neck as I waited for my eyes to become accustomed to the dark. A hand took hold of my hard cock, then a Scottish voice with a raspy, breathless element stated, rather than asked "You ready for some action." As he stroked my cock, he squeezed my left nipple with his other hand. Now, I have incredibly sensitive nipples that seem to be wired directly to my cock!, so I was not complaining. He moved me further into the pitch-black room where my legs found the edge of the padded bench on which I remembered having been fucked on earlier trips to the sauna. "Yeah," I answered, "but I really want to get fucked - at least the first time." His mouth was on mine. He had the stubble of at least a couple of days, and the taste of cigarettes was barely masked peppermint. As we kissed I ran my hands over his body. He too was skinny, his stomach paunched, with no real muscular definition. He had some lumps on his arms and back. I found his cock. It was hard, long, perhaps as much as eight or eight and a half inches. It wasn't too thick but was very veiny. I found the reason: he was wearing a tight cock ring behind his balls, balls that were large and as stubbly as his face. His cock head was hooded in a loose foreskin, the opening was wet with viscous precum. His fingers were at my hole. The lube I had used on myself before leaving the flat had dried a but, but fortunately the Vaseline I'd added was still slippery. "Will I be your first today?" he asked, pressing a finger inside me. "Yeah, if we fuck you'll be my first today." Then I felt another hand on my balls. Although I could see nothing and no one, someone else was apparently there as my Scot with a raspy voice was fully occupied simultaneously stroking my cock and working my ass. "‘I'm ready to fuck a tight hole," he breathed into my ear. "Your's feels perfect. I'll prepare you for the other guys." "Shit," I thought, "his finger nails are sharp inside my arse. He's gonna leave me sore," I thought. The second and third fingers he slipped into my ass quickly induced my hole to open-up properly, although the pain his rough, dry fingers was causing was considerable. A mouth found my cock, which left me thinking three guys were working on me. Next thing I knew I was turned around and pushed down to sit on the bench. Hands pushed me onto my back and other hands pulled my legs up, my ankles rested on the wasted guy's bony shoulders, his cock head seeking out my arse. "I've got lube," I tell him. "My precum is all I want," he gasped in reply, his cock making contact with my hole. He pressed forward. I could feel his foreskin roll back as his cock head passed through my stretched sphincter. It hurt, but it was a familiar hurt. It would pass. The guy gasped and thrust deeper into my arse, my my hole stretching and pulling around his cock shaft. Idly I thought "Damn, I hope his cock doesn't rip me open." He leaned all the way over, bringing his mouth to my ear, which had the effect of pushing his stiff shaft further into my arse. "Fuck mate, my bare cock feels good in your cunt," he announced, adding "I'm gonna fuck you hard." For a second I wonder what I was doing. The man was quite obviously not well. I hoped he was on PrEP. I grasped my bottle of poppers and took two long draws, one through each nostril. The chemical reached my brain and all the anxiety evaporated. He pressed his bony hands against my chest to push himself into an upright position. With another gasp, he withdrew his cock, and then drove himself back in - hard. Reaching down, I was able to gauge his dry shaft still has a few inches before he was fully buried in my hole. Spitting in my hand, I managed to lube my hole a bit in an interval between his thrusts. This time, aided by my spit, his inward stroke allowed the thickest portion of his cock to pass through my sphincter. His pubes were now grazing against my balls. He commenced a slow, steady fucking, sometimes using short thrusts, other times pulling back until his foreskin was the only bit still inside my ass. I was fortunate my my arse tends to produce it's own lube, as the pain of getting fucked was short-lived, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his cock massaging my prostate. I snorted more poppers, my head spun. Taking hold of his bony arms, I clutched him as his sweat dripped from his head, onto my chest, onto my face, into my mouth, and, even in my eyes. My hands migrated to his shaved head where I explored his skull. He slid a couple of fingers into my mouth. I sucked with pleasure. I wanted all of this man inside my body. Again he leaned forward, but this time he asked "Are" gasp "you" gasp "on" gasp "PrEP?" I didn't reply. Obviously I knew I wasn't. The question was "What should I infer from his question?" My head shakes side to side, not really saying no, rather just reacting to the ferocity of his fucking. It was dark,. I could barely make out the shape of his body. Again his lips were at my ear. "Hope your fucking PrEP is working mate," the commented, taking a slight break from fucking, his cock deep inside my hole. "‘I'm full blown AIDS mate, viral load off the fucking scale. And guess what? That pulsation you feel in your hole is my seven day load pumping into your fucking bowels!" I feel between his buttocks. Sure enough - his arse cheeks were clenching as his body pumped wave after wave of toxic semen into me. I opened my poppers again. One, two, three, four breaths of the chemical and my head spun, my heart pumped. I pressec my arse against his pulsating cock, clenching tightly to hold him in my arse, trying to fuck back against him. But he was spent, his sweaty chest rests on mine as his body fights for oxygen. After a moment his cock, now limp after having delivered it's payload, slipped from my hole. Pressing himself up, he gave me a kiss. His drool oozed into my mouth. "Thanks mate," he whispered. "Can my buddy have a go now?" I nod. "Yeah," I told him. "I'm ready for more." As he pushes away from my he slaps my arse. I feel another body move between my legs, lifting them to rest my ankles on two more bony shoulders. My anxiety returns, soon to be quelled by more poppers...

The Countdown There were only a few minutes left till midnight, and the start of the New Year. I was running out of time, but I was determined to start the year the way I intended to continue it - with some hot guys tongue down my throat. ‘New Year, new me, New Year, new me’. That was the mantra I kept repeating to myself in my head. I was determined not to spend another year jacking off behind my laptop while never actually having any fun. This year I turned 22, and although I wasn’t a virgin, that was pretty much the most exciting thing I could say about my sex life. I’d spent my whole life this way, being too wimpy to follow through on all the stuff I wanted to do. 95% of the guys I made plans with on Grindr, I’d never follow through on, and the 5% of guys I did find the spine to meet, I’d always bail out half way through. I could only think of one Grindr encounter where one of us managed to cum before I lost my nerves, and I think that was more due to a problem the other guy had more than my own skill or endurance, if I’m honest. But tonight was different. 2019 would be different. I was sure it. I’d kiss a guy at midnight. I’d suck his dick. I’d let him fuck me so hard I that I wouldn’t be walking right till mid-January. I had to! If not, then I knew I’d be resigning myself to another year of shameful wanks and missed opportunities. I would be finishing university in July, and judging by the way things were going, I’d be moving to a small town for work, which meant no more thriving gay scene like there was in this city. If I didn’t get what I wanted now, who the hell could say when I’d next get the chance? It had to be tonight. It shouldn’t be that difficult, really. I don’t want to sound arrogant, but I’m not going to fake modesty about my looks. My university campuses were spread all over the city, and I’d spent the last three years cycling from one to another on a pretty much daily basis. That had done wonders for trimming away my ‘puppy fat’, and now I had a slim, lean figure that I was more than a little proud of. I liked my sandy blonde hair, which I kept short and vaguely styled into a spiky mess. I was still cursed with my ‘baby face’ though, and I couldn’t even grow decent facial hair to make myself look older. At this rate, I’d be getting IDed till I was in my 40s. Nothing about the way I was dressed could have been criticised as being misleading, either. I was wearing a sleeveless blue hoodie, and I’d left the front open so that it was clear I had nothing else on underneath it, and ridiculously short shorts which emphasised my butt. I even made it very clear that I was wearing a jockstrap, by making sure that the waist strap was visible above the shorts. Everything about me screamed ‘DTF’. Of course, so did pretty much everyone else’s outfits too. There weren’t exactly a lot of jeans and long sleeves on display throughout the building. The whole purpose of the club I was in was for gay guys to find someone to fuck the New Year in with. I’d lied to my parents, telling them I wanted to go back to my uni city for New Year to spend it with my friends, then I’d lied to my friends, saying that I was too sick to go to their New Years parties, so that I could come here. The only person who knew I was here was my friend George - Geo for short - because he was here with me. Geo was the closest thing I’d had to a decent sexual experience, before we had accepted the plain fact that we were both ravenous bottoms. We’d still mess about occasionally while watching porn, but 69ing got boring after a while. I hadn’t seen him in a while now, but I could take an easy guess at where he was. Geo was everything I wanted to be, and I had no doubt that he hadn’t needed to wait till the midnight kiss to find what he wanted and fuck off. The only real question was had they made it to one of their homes, or had Geo been so horny that he just pulled his conquest into an alley and have it off right there. Hell, they might not have even left the venue - Geo was no stranger to fucking in toilet cubicles. When we first started playing, he’d find such joy in jacking me off while telling me stories of his exploits. The best sexual encounter I had ever had was like this, with Geo telling me about a four-way he had a couple of nights previous. Just him and three tops. I came hard right into Geo’s mouth, and he made me kiss him afterwards, getting me to swallow my own cum, then suck him off. Geo was definitely a bottom, but he could get assertive sometimes, and those nights were the best. “One minute to Midnight!” The DJ announced. The DJ was a fit guy of Chinese (I think. I’m no good at guessing those things) decent, though he spoke with a strong Londoner accent. He was pretty well known on the scene in this city, and I’d seen him play at a lot of bars. I’d never seen him like this, though. When I arrived at the club, he’d been fully dressed, but he seemed to lose his clothes as the night went on. Last time I saw him, he was still wearing a muscle vest, but now even that was gone, and he was left in just a pair of dark red briefs, though I couldn’t get a good enough view to see how much of a package it contained. “You’ve got one minute to find a mouth to start the year with!” That prompted a cheer for most people, but it gave me a sudden sense of dread. I was out of time, and I had no one around me that seemed interested. What was wrong with me? The few guys I had noticed checking me out throughout the night, I’d run away from. Now they were probably about to get with someone else, and I was going to be by myself for another night, another year, and that would be it. The countdown began, with the DJ and a few people shouting out ‘ten!’, then most of the room joining in at ‘nine’. I made my way to the side of the room, feeling absolutely crushed. I was such a waste. Eight, seven, and six all went by as I leaned against the wall. I honestly felt like crying. What a pathetic image that would have been, me standing in what was pretty much about to become an orgy pit, crying, as the clocks stroke midnight on New Years Eve. The room called out ‘five’, and I looked up, in one last vague hope of at least finding Geo. He knew what I was like, and maybe he had hung around to give me a pity snog. Geo was nowhere to be seen, but I did spot someone else, as the room yelled ‘four’. He was singularly stunning. My jaw almost fell open as our eyes met. He was tall, muscular, and for a moment I thought he was only wearing a jock. He was making his way towards me, and not breaking eye contact at all. ‘Three’ went past, and I realised he actually had a fair amount of clothes on, he just may as well have been naked. He was wearing a tight vest that was covered in thousands of tiny holes, and when the flashing lights hit him in the right way, the vest practically disappeared, showing the full shape of his torso, and more noticeably, the piercings going through each of his nipples. There was a shout of ‘two’ as he came all the way up to me. “Uh, h-hi?!” I said, but he made no response, other than to lift his left arm up - there was a black ribbon tattoo going around his arm - and shove it into my chest, pinning me to the wall as the room yelled ‘one!’ I think I let out a little yelp, and then a louder one as this hulk of a man used his free hand to grab my cock and balls in a vice-like grip. As the room yelled zero, he rammed his mouth against mine, and forced his tongue in. I went rigid, but put up no other resistance - I don’t think it would have mattered if I had. This guy radiated power, and feeling his body against mine, I could only have compared him to a brick wall. His tongue felt as huge as the rest of him, and it dominated my mouth. My eyes shot open wide as I felt something on his tongue. At first I thought it was a tongue piercing - Geo had one, and I was pretty used to them. What I wasn’t used to was the piercing leaving his tongue and staying on mine. I quickly realised that it wasn’t a piercing, but what I guessed was some sort of pill. His tongue pulled out of my mouth, and he broke the kiss. The arm on my chest pulled off, and his hand clamped over my mouth. He twisted my head to one side and began kissing, biting and licking at my neck. I moaned and whimpered, and made a feeble attempt to push against him, part of my mind yelling to get whatever was in my mouth out, but I couldn’t. More importantly, a growing part of my mind - growing in proportion to my dick in the guys tight grasp - didn’t want to. I’d smoked weed plenty of times, but otherwise, my experience with drugs was non-existent. I didn’t even drink that much, though I’d had a few tonight to try and steady my nerves. But if this utter fantasy of a man wanted me to swallow whatever it was, then fine. This was why I was here - to be brave, take risks, and stop being such a coward. I swallowed the pill. The man must have felt me swallow, because he let go of my mouth, kissed me on the neck, then the lips, then put his mouth by my ear. “Good fucking boy.” His voice was deep, and it made me shiver. “But you’re so rigid! You need to chill out. Relax a bit. And I’ll come find you when you’ve… Loosened up, yeah?” With that, his hand left my now rock hard cock, and he moved away from me. I tried to follow him, but despite his size, he somehow managed to disappear into the crowds of people making out and shedding clothes. “Happy New Year!” The shout went out from the DJ, and was echoed by people all around the room. And just like that, in the space of ten seconds, my life had gone through a dramatic change. I was partially aware of the change even then, but I had absolutely no idea just how much it would change by the end of the night. Right then, all I knew was that I’d been picked by the hottest guy in the whole building, and now there was a whole room full of people looking to fuck.

You are quite correct, TIM does not do any testing. Or serosorting. I interviewed with them five years ago, and that last part was the most disconcerting part of the interview. The guy flat out told me this was so. From communicating with others in the biz, I've concluded that if you go into TIM porn, you are either already poz or looking to convert. You are not likely to go in neg and come out neg.

great writing

Got lucky last night, had arranged to meet a reg to get my first load of the year (yeah I was off to a slow start) at a weekly leather night, and hopefully a few extra cocks too. As we'd arranged to meet late, I stopped off at a park on the way to try my luck, just have a bit of fun before giving my mate my virgin hole (well, virgin for this year). I walked up to two guys who were jerking off together along one of the paths, got my cock and and was accepted to join them, one dropped to his knees and started to blow me, but after a minute or so, he stood up and just walked away, not sure why. I sucked the remaining guy and he started to play with my hole... well what was I to do, I stood up, spit on my hand and lubed myself up and he then slid his cock up me. A few mins of pounding and he said he was about to cum, so I pushed back to let him know I love taking seed and he let me have it. I started to walk along another path and spotted the guy who sucked me and walked away. He led me to a small shelter and we traded blow jobs, then he decided to fuck me, sadly wrapped but his cock was nice n big so... ditched my pants and got on all 4's in front of the shelter on the grass at the edge of the oval where the shelter was. A few guys walked past and looked for a bit, but none joined in sadly. After a few mins of taking his cock, he started to loose his boner and we parted ways. Decided to walk into the direction that the guys who'd watched us went into and saw two guys starting to fuck, got my cock out to watch. Bottom guy stopped and turned around, top guy grabbed my cock and went down on me, then I returned the favor, but let him know I was up for being fucked and he obliged, he only lasted and minute or so and bred me in front of the other guy, I then sucked the other guy and slipped my cock into him for a bit, then he fucked me, pounded away for a bit, saw a couple of guys on bikes and moved a bit more into the shadows of the trees and kept fucking me. the guys on the bikes started to watch, the guy fucking me gave up and the shorter of the two bike guys just walked up and slipped his cock up me as his mate watched, he kept encouraging his mate to take a go at me too, but he was hesitant. After a few mins of being pounded by short bike guy, he stopped, so I bent over and sucked his cock, tasting the two loads I had up me already, then sucked the 2nd bike guy. 2nd bike guy then started to fuck me against a tree, as he did another guy showed up. 5 or so mins of being fucked by 2nd bike guy, I heard the sounds of someone coming and saw over my shoulder that short bike guy was being fucked by the new comer and he blown whilst being fucked. both bike guys then left, sadly didn't get either of their seed, but the top fucking short bike guy needed a hole as he was left high and dry.. Lucky me, he just stepped up to my arse and let me have it, fucked me for a good 5 mins then blasted his load up me. It was then time to meet my mate at the club, so I headed off, after taking 7 cocks and 3 loads. Club was a bit of a let down, not much going on, mate bred me then let another guy fuck me who'd been watching and he shot a load up me, but that was it for the club, all the fun was in the park on the way. Definitely lost my 2019 virginity.

I need a horny Top Man come over here and take care of my ass! I need a couple wet loads dripping down my thighs and cheeks.

You learn things in life that help you if you are an escort. I went to a well-known college as many who leave with a degree and a big student loan that they will be paying for years. I left with a degree and no student loans as I fuck my way through college as an escort. I learned its more than sticking your dick in someone's ass or having someone fuck you and suck their dick as no two clients are the same, so I had to go to school and get another kind of education. There is this saying. "Why do you put someone in Bondage? It's so you can fuck them." You see people wearing shoulder harness or jock straps. They are there so you can grab onto as a Top and control the one getting fuck. At M.A.L, I.M.L. Folsom Street either west coast or the east coast one many are wearing shoulder harness as a fashion statement. In NYC there was this group called GMSMA Gay Male Sadist Masochist Association that would have meetings on how to do things. One of the founders would invite you to his home a small number of men. Gill class would be every other Sunday for three months, and there I was taught a lot. Everyone would have experience both side as a Top and then as a bottom. You would get 1/4 inch rope from the hardware store and Gill would you how to do a chest harness, or a hogtie which is to immobilize someone that you can play as you wish. The same goes true for saran wrap, but you have to be careful as its easy to get overheated in it. I have taken classes on how to suspend people as once you are up in the air, there is little they can do. In NYC every Sunday the NYC Bondage Club has a meeting you will see people tied up getting played with, for some it's about the rope and others its to be fuck or edge till you cum and some it's to get fisted. How to use and how it feels to be hit by floggers, canes, whips and by hand so you don't get hurt and the bottom is safe but might leave with some marks. There is nothing hotter than seeing someone walking around at Folsom Streets or other events with some marks on their back or ass cheeks. Doing electric play is the use of a Tens Unit or a Violent Wand, I prefer a Tens Unit as what you can do. I said this once I can make Thad cum by not touching him, but I will fuck him in the ass and spank him and not penetrate him or leave one mark. You take four Tens pads put two on the ass cheeks of his butt and two on either of his hole. After I tied Thad to the table, I then spanked Thad till he was screaming for me to stop. Then it was to get Thad to cum; I started real slow with the power knob, and in 5 minutes his dick was standing straight up, and he was moving around like he was trying to fuck. As I increase the power, his motions were getting more violent like he was trying to power fuck someone and then he exploded with cum flying all over. I did not leave a mark nor did I penetrated his ass but he did cum. No two people are wired the same as each one gets off. Differently, that is why I learned about massages and how to do them right ever pressure point massage. You ever have a knot in a muscle the only way to get that out is by doing a pressure point massage. It's painful, but in a few hours you will feel great but do dring a lot of water. When I do a massage, I like being naked as I use my whole body even dragging my dick along their body — it nice before we fuck like its a way of connecting with the person. Today I still see some of the clients who it was fun to be with as I'm now helping my younger brother go through school and not leaving school owning a few $100 hundred thousand dollars to a bank. OK I know this was borning, but I had to get out of the way as its just part of my life. This is what I have learned in life so far and to let others know its more than just getting fuck or dropping a load as an Endorphin rush is just as powerful as a slam, but you have to spend the time to ramp it up.

Surely it’s not finished at least not until the ball drop...

THE COLD HARD WINTER: During my fuck flu stages, it was the dead of winter, and it was nice to be sharing it in bed with the boy that I loved, and father Joseph. As I came to find out, the church was actually a place of compassion, and not just somewhere for those wishing to convert. As I would soon find out, the church also served as a homeless shelter when it was cold. One morning, father Joseph came into the room for his usual 6am service. He stated that he had a surprise for both of us that morning, and that I should assume my usual position on all fours to receive his blessing. After I was blessed by father Joseph, he instructed Zack to mount and breed me. Zack happily obliged, and the father left the room, telling us he would return with our surprise. Zack had not yet dropped his seed into me, when the father re entered the room with an obviously homeless man. As soon as the door opened, we could see the filth, and smell the stench upon him. It was quite obnoxious to be honest. Somehow Zack was still able to bust his nut in me. The father then instructed Zack to take the homeless mans cock in his mouth, to prepared him for our breeding session. As the homeless man shed his clothes, we both noticed a scorpion tattoo on his stomach. Zack looked concerned, but did as instructed. Zack was gagging as her serviced the homeless man. It was not because of his cock size, which was around 7 inches, but from his stench. Once the homeless man, whom we later learned was named Austin, was rock hard, he entered my ass. Although I found him somewhat revolting, he was an amazing fuck. Seeing the scorpion tattoo made it even better. He pounded my ass for a good 30 minutes, before letting out a serious of very low and verbal grunts. After he finished, the father instructed me to clean his cock. Now I knew why Zack had been gagging. After cleaning his cock, the father took Austin by the hand, and told him it was time to get him something to eat, and that Zack and I should continue our breeding sessions. After father Joseph left, Zack and I just looked at each other, and said, “What the fuck just happened?” Zack confided in me by saying nothing like this has happened with him before, and although it was revolting, he enjoyed watching me take Austin’s seed. Zack confided that although he was sure he had not played with Austin before, there was something familiar about him, but he just couldn’t place it. As Zack was breeding me, father Joseph re entered the room. Father Joseph let Zack finish his business before mounting and seeding me again. Once he was finished he asked us how we felt about Austin. Father Joseph could tell that both of us were a bit uncomfortable, but was happy to see that we were both accepting. He explained that to his church, body image was not an important factor, and that all humans have sexual needs and desires. With that, he locked both of our cocks in their cages, and advised us to rest up, as tomorrow would be an important day for both of us. Before leaving, the father once again produced a syringe, and took a blood sample from me. Zack and I were confused, but respected the fathers wishes. We snuggled in bed, however it wasn’t long before I felt Zacks caged cock entering my cunt. I was exhausted, and not even sure if Zack had dropped his nut up my butt.

Congrats on barebacking! Ive never used condoms, but my advice, bareback every time and you'll be pozzed up before you know it! And if you get a bad flu 2 weeks post barebacking, that's probs HIV converting your body, just rest if you can, or do what I did and get your breeder dumping more toxic loads in your hole! for 3 weeks I was in bed, getting fucked 5 times a day. it was fucking awful on my body, but at the same time horny as fuck!

Fuck, this is good. Definitely waiting anxiously for the next part!

The Intern Part 9 It was 9:32 p.m. and Kellen stood naked in front of his mirror. He had spent the better part of the last two hours making sure he was ready for his evening with James Thomas. Despite the borderline abuse he had received in his boss’ office, he kept going back to two moments that made him forgive the physicality: Their first kiss and the way James ran his finger along his naked body, with him eventually gently holding his chin. He felt wanted, desired, something he had never felt with any other sexual partner before. Yeah, James was a little rough with him, but it felt more right than wrong. And here he was, styling his hair for the 9thtime after changing outfits for the 8th. Kellen had no idea what to expect of the evening, but he wanted it, needed it. From the minute he left the Landis Institute it was as if a sexual awakening had occurred and he yearned for more, whatever that meant. Over the next hour Kellen checked and re-checked the estimated time it would take his Lyft to get from his place to DuPont Circle: 14 minutes. So at 10:40 Kellen requested his ride and at just after 10:56 p.m. Kellen stood in front James’ home and waited until it was exactly 11:00 p.m. He debated on whether he should knock or ring the bell and decided on the bell. *Ding - dong* He waited. And waited. And waited. It was now 11:06 p.m. Kellen leaned to his left and tried seeing through the window shades. And although the lights were on, he observed no movement. “Should I ring it again?” he thought. But after considering it for just a moment, he decided against it. Although he didn’t really know too much about James Thomas, he knew he was a man who did things his own way, and not wanting to possibly annoy or bother him, Kellen took a seat on the front steps and waited. Kellen checked his phone. It was 11:12 p.m. He sighed a heavy sigh and thought that maybe this was all too good to be true (a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him this was a good thing; he didn’t need to be here in the first place, especially after being expertly back-handed earlier in the day.) Though it was still hot and slightly humid, Kellen decided he’d walk back to his place and get to know the neighborhood. No sooner than he stood did the front door swing open. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” James barked at the boy. Kellen turned, surprised. “Umm, nowhere, Sir. I was just stretching my legs.” James stood in the door frame, backlit from the foyer lighting wearing only a pair of dark green gym shorts. He was somewhere between wiry and muscly. Every muscle seemed defined, but just so. He had a very light coat of dark hair that tapered down from this chest to a treasure trail. Kellen couldn’t take his eyes of this perfect looking specimen. James observed the effect he was having on Kellen and considered the kid’s answer to his question. “Get up here.” Kellen bounded up the steps and stood directly in front of James, proud of how quick and obedient he had been. James smiled, disarming the kid and went in as if to reward him with a kiss, a kiss the kid so desperately wanted. Kellen was more than pleased and wanted nothing more than to kiss this man in front of him. But instead of kissing him, James leaned into his left ear and at the same time grabbed a handful of the kid’s cock through his pants and squeezed hard and whispered, “If you ever fucking lie to me again, it will be the last thing you ever do.” He squeezed harder. Kellen yelped and tried backing away, but James held tight and continued the menacing whisper, “You’re nothing. You suck dick like a goddamned amateur and then you have the balls to lie to my face all while running up my steps like a fucking retarded puppy. Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” James released the boy and walked into his house, leaving Kellen on the front porch, front door wide open. It was like déjà vu. Kellen felt as if he was reliving his first interaction with James. But although he had felt just and dejected and more worthless than before, he followed James into his house and quietly closed the door behind him. James’ home was nothing like James himself. The inside was bright, warm and welcoming. Hardwood floors colored of deep brown contrasted by bright walls decorated with subtle, yet inviting art. Trying to absorb as much detail as possible. Past the foyer and deeper into the house, Kellen noticed the deep brown of the banister that complimented the stairs that matched the hardwood floors. He took a few steps forward to see where the stairs ended but was brought back to reality. “In here, boy.” Kellen turned to his left and walked into what must have been the living room and quickly became self-conscious. Sitting on the large couch was James, flanked by two other impressive looking men. On the right was a man who looked tall, even when sitting down. Like James, this man was wearing only a pair of shorts. Kellen noticed the brown hair on his arms and legs, not too much, not too little, just right, but his chest and abdomen were completely hairless. Does this dude have an 8-pack, Kellen thought? This man was an Adonis. Where James was lithe, this man was all power and muscle. Kellen looked him over and he could have sworn the Adonis winked at him. On the left was an equally as imposing man, but he was definitely of Latin decent. He was in shorts and tank top, but the only visible hair, other than the shaggy black mop on his head was a neatly trimmed black goatee. While not as solid and built as the Adonis, this Latin God was no slouch and his various tattoos only complimented his physique. The Latin God flicked a torch and brought a long glass pipe, with rounded end up to his sensuous lips and held the flame just below the rounded end of the pipe and gently rolled it back and forth. “This,” James motioning to the Latin God, “is Roland.” Roland released a large plume of white smoke. It seemed quite impossible that such a large cloud was held in a single pair of lungs. “You party, faggot?” Roland asked. James answered for him. “He does. Don’t you, faggot?” Kellen wasn’t sure what to say, but decided it was best to agree with James. “Yes, Sir.” James flashed a smile that made Kellen melt just a little bit more. But despite what he had just said, Kellen had not so much as smoked a cigarette in his entire life. He drank booze, yes, but that was the extent of what he partook in. He’d seen his classmates smoke pot and do lines of coke, but this odd pipe was new to him. “Atta boy. I’m glad we are on the same page,” James said, taking the pipe from Roland, repeating the same motions and producing a cloud as equally as large. “I heard you were late today, boy. Is that true?” the words coming from the Adonis, who had taken the pipe from James and followed suit. Click. Hiss. Inhale. Exhale. With a combination of the three large clouds dissipating in front of him, Kellen considered the question. “Did James tell these guys I was late? What the hell?” he thought to himself, but knew he had to answer, both quickly and truthfully. “Yes, Sir. I was late.” Kellen glanced at James, then at Roland. Both men were staring right back at him. “Come here. Come stand right in front of me. Let me see if what James said was correct.” Kellen took a half-dozen steps forward and stood before the Adonis. Kellen was close enough to him that he was practically between his well-defined legs. He reached forward and ran his hands up the kid’s thighs, over his hands then up the forearms to his slight biceps before he stood up, causing Kellen to step back just a bit. This Adonis was a giant. 6’4” and all muscle, Kellen couldn’t help but inhale deeply. This was a man’s man. The towering figure then held Kellen’s chin with his fingertips. But with James, who was gentle, this man was assertive and firm as he tipped the kid’s head back to make sure their eyes were locked. “Being late is unacceptable,” He stepped closer, running one hand through Kellen’s hair, coming to rest on his shoulder. “But nothing on this earth makes me happier than punishing faggots like you the best way I know how.” Kellen physically shuddered. His touch. His words. His smell. His presence. All this built on the sensations he experienced with James in his office only hours before. But this man, this Man was more than anything Kellen had ever experienced. He knew, then and there, he was heading down a path that would change him forever. “Pipe.” The Adonis demanded. Without looking he extended his hand left, waiting for the pipe to be placed in it. “Open up.” Kellen obliged as the thin, odd pipe was placed to his lips. Inwardly, he began to panic. I can’t be doing this, he said to himself. But yet, the man had a power over him that he was more than happy to submit to, even if that meant ingesting drugs for the first time in his young life. Kellen reached up to hold the pipe but was cut short. “You just stay still, boy. I’ll do most of the work for now. You just do as your told and enjoy it, okay?” Arms to his side, pipe held to his lips, Kellen made eye contact and gave a slight nod. “Good boy. When I say so, you just act like you’re sipping your favorite drink through a new kind of straw,” the Adonis’ voice lowered. “And don’t you fucking dare stop or exhale until I say so.” The kid understood that this man and James were cut from the same cloth, and Roland too, probably. Click. Hiss. Kellen felt the man twist the pipe slightly left, then right. Left, then right. The faintest wisp of smoke began to escape an opening at the rounded end of the pipe. Left, then right. “Go. Slow and easy,” he commanded. Kellen followed this man’s orders as best as he could. He inhaled and inhaled and inhaled until he felt like he was running out of breath. The Adonis studied the boy as he inhaled. He knew he couldn’t push him too hard. Pain and pleasure were inexplicably linked, and no other substance like Tina helped bridge the two in the most perfect way possible. This kid was going to experience the pain, but the pleasure would be his reward. “Stop.” He withdrew the pipe. “Hold it in.” He brought the pipe to his own lips and expertly hit it, exhaling directly in Kellen’s face, which was turning red, eyes slightly bulging. “Exhale, faggot.” Kellen’s plume was nowhere as large as those of the three men he saw before, but he was proud that he was able to follow directions. He looked up at the Man expectantly, but it was Roland who chimed in. “Fucking weak. I hear you can’t even suck dick, and now I see you can’t even hit a pipe. James was right, you’re useless.” Roland stood and removed his tank top, revealing a sculpted body, covered in tattoos, eyes wild. He stepped up to Kellen, and moved behind him, sandwhiching the kid. One hand snaked its way under the front of his shirt and found his left nipple and pinched it. Anticipating some sort of noise from the kid, his left hand covered his mouth, muffling the objection. “Look at him,” Roland said, pinching harder. “You know who that is, right?” Kellen shook his head as best as he could, feeling Roland’s hand release his nipple and move over to the right, repeating the same painful action. James, still on the couch, stood and grabbed Kellen’s right hand, and lifted it toward the Adonis. “Say hello to Montgomery Landis, faggot.” Montgomery met Kellen’s hand with his own and shook his hand. But what started out as a normal handshake, turned into a vice-grip that seemed intent on crushing every bone in his hand. Kellen fell to his knees, hand still being crushed by Montgomery, when it finally clicked. Landis. The Landis Institute. The Adonis before him was THE Montgomery Landis. Both James and Roland laughed as Kellen struggled through the pain, “Argg,” was all the boy could muster before Montgomery finally let go, Twice in one day his hands were the target of intense pain. These Men were definitely cut from the same, sadistic cloth. “Look at me,” Montgomery said. Kellen, left hand massaging the right, looked up and was rewarded with a wad of spit that landed in the crook of his right eye. “Pain and pleasure, faggot,” he squatted down and reached for Kellen’s right hand, “are one in the same.” Even squatting, he towered over Kellen. Although the pain was less than before, it was still very much present as Montgomery gently pulled it forward and kissed the aching palm, kissing down the middle three fingers until he reached the tips. With his lips on the tips, Montgomery looked Kellen in the eye and began to open his mouth and gently sucked and licked them, watching Kellen’s eyes experience the sensation of pain turning to pleasure. There was a slight *clink to Kellen’s right as Montgomery released his hand and all three men made their way back to the couch. “Light up, faggot. You’re going to hit that fucking pipe until you blow a cloud we are all satisfied with." It was James who said this, while tweaking his nipples, wicked grin on display. Kellen fumbled with the lighter due to his aching hand and brought the pipe to his lips as he saw the three men begin to stroke their cocks through the shorts. He was theirs, and he knew it.

Starting the Year Off Right ‘What did you just take?! What the fuck are you doing?! This is stupid!’ The voice in my head kept looping, but it got quieter with each loop, especially once I began interacting with other people. The guy who gave me the pill must have broken a seal on me or something - either that or the stroke of midnight was the que for people to stop caring about talking to each other first. Almost as soon as he had disappeared, there were hands and lips on me, as two different guys suddenly took an interest in me. Someone grabbed me from behind by the hips, pulling me back into him, my ass against his crotch, his rock hard dick pressing against my ass. His hand grabbed my dick through my shorts while the other arm wrapped around my stomach and held me against him, and he began kissing and sucking my neck. I could tell from his arms that he was white, and I could see ginger hair out the corner of my eye, but that was pretty much all the details I could work out about him, as a second person came and dominated my attention. A black guy with a shaved head, wearing a white wife beater and boxer briefs, with tattoos in black ink all over his arms - various pieces of text I didn’t have time to read - stepped forward towards us. No words were said before his mouth closed over mine, and his tongue shoved into my mouth, almost as forcefully as the guy who had slipped me the pill a moment ago. His hands crawled up my chest, pushing my hoodie open and slipping inside, where his fingers took hold of them, pinching them sharply. I gasped as well as I could with his mouth in the way. For a few seconds, the pain allowed the negative voice to retake control, and I tried to pull away, but the arms of the man behind me kept me there, pinned between the two of them, and I soon stopped resisting. I grinded against the cock pressing into my ass, and did my best to give as good as I got to the guy practically fucking my mouth with his tongue. The hand of the white guy that had been holding me against him moved, finding one of my hands, and guiding it to the crotch of the guy in front of me, where I instinctively grabbed the massive, fabric-bound cock there. A shudder went through me when I realised just how big it was, and I felt his lips curl into a smile as we kissed. All the while, he kept twisting and tweaking my nipples which had gone from feeling painful to feeling just as good as the hand playing with my bulge. Between the two of them, they pulled my hoodie completely off me, and it disappeared somewhere into the club, never to be worn by me again. I barely even noticed. I did notice the white guys hand slipping into my shorts though, groping one of my ass cheeks, which were left bare by my jockstrap. I moaned into the other guys mouth as fingers found my hole and probed over it, briefly. Far too briefly. Then the hand was withdrawn, and suddenly, the feeling of the two guys against me disappeared. I had no idea why they were both suddenly ditching me - neither of them seemed annoyed, and the white guy winked at me as he disappeared into the crowd, just as the last guy had. He couldn’t have found something ‘unpleasant’ down there - as rubbish as I was at actually getting laid, I could do the pre-sex clean out like some sort of God of douching. What the hell was going on? My body was hot. Too hot. At first I thought it was being caused by being wedged between two hot guys, but the heat didn’t go away after they left. My heart was thumping in my chest, and I put my fingers to my neck and felt my pulse pounding away. I could feel the music thumping through my body. I realised that the pill I’d swallowed must have been kicking in. As I looked around the room, the lights blurred slightly, and seemed to shine more intensely than I remembered them doing before midnight. My cock ached, stretching against the ridiculously tight jock. Why had I worn a jock? That was stupid, and I decided that I needed to fix the mistake. I made my way to the toilets. They were located downstairs, below the main room of the club, and getting to them was a battle. A grope-y, fondly, suggestive glance-y, very distracting battle, but I made it there in one piece. There were three cubicles, and two people were clearly fucking in the first. A man was pissing with the door open in the second, and I slipped into the third, locking it behind me. Immediately, I dropped my shorts and my jock, pulling them straight over my trainers. My cock sprung out of my jock as I took them off, leaking precum, begging for release. It was a decent enough size - nothing to write home about, and Geo could swallow it without flinching, but less slutty guys found it impressive, at least. The door of the cubicle hit me in the back, and I turned around in horror. Apparently the lock on the door was just for show, and didn’t actually latch into anything. The guy pushing the door open was cute, and young. Younger than me, I guessed. He had a mop of brown hair on his head, and he was slim, but with no hint of muscle or anything like that. He just looked like eating was a foreign concept to him. He wore normal shorts and t-shirt, both of which were probably designed to be tight-fitting, but were practically baggy on him. He seemed genuinely surprised to have found me in the cubicle, but apparently he didn’t have the same problem of youthful nerves that I did. He joined me in the cubicle, turning us around so that my back was against the door, holding it closed, then dropped to his knees. A half-word of protest managed to get out of me - the full sentence would have been an explanation that I was only here to readjust my underwear - before the feeling of his hot mouth around my dick cut me off. He definitely didn’t have any problems with nerves, as he swallowed my dick with almost as little struggle as Geo could. He laid his hands on my thighs, then pushed them upwards. One came up to the base of my dick and balls, his finger and thumb curling around it like a cockring. The other went round to my ass and squeezed my cheeks. With that, he went to work, sucking my dick like a pro. All I could do was curl my fingers into his hair and enjoy the ride. Receiving a blowjob was never the biggest thrill for me. I much preferred giving them - as the sexual act that I had the most practice with, I felt that I was pretty damn good at giving them, too. But this guy had skills that put me to shame. His lips sucked and his tongue curled in fashions that blew my mind. I closed my eyes and tried to visualise just what was going on inside his mouth, but it was like he was some inhuman creature with a tongue that defied belief. That formed a twisted mental image in my head, which only grew more distorted as he kept it up. For a few seconds, I genuinely thought I was going to blow my load right down his throat - it would have been the first time I’d ever been made to cum purely from a blow job. But as quickly as he started, he stopped. I whimpered out a noise of protest, but that just made him laugh as he got back to his feet. He pushed himself against me, and we kissed, with him making damn sure I could taste myself in his mouth before he let us pull away from each other. “Don’t worry, babe.” He said. Even his voice was young - absolutely nothing about the way this kid looked would tell you he could probably suck a bowling ball through a hose pipe. “The night is only just beginning.” With that, he twisted us around again, so that he could open the door, and become the fourth man of the evening to randomly abandon me, though at least he gave a vague explanation, unlike the last two. Only after he left, did I realise that there was still a sensation that I thought he had been causing. I looked down and nearly jumped, as I found a black strap of leather, covered in popper buttons, had been wrapped around the base of my cock and balls, where his fingers and thumbs had been. When the hell had he put that on me? Did he just go around the building, sucking dicks and handing out cockstraps? Where could I find a job like that? I picked up my shorts from the floor and pulled them back on, forcing my dick into them against its will. The bulge was very noticeable, but that wasn’t going to bother me at this point. I didn’t even think to find and save my jockstrap, and left it there abandoned on the toilet floor. When I did remember it later in the evening, it was far too late to try and go back for it, so I just had to hope that whoever found it was very happy about it.

If you're super tight, it's probably not going to happen right off the bat, unless you have phenomenal muscle control. (I find that's usually only guys that bottom often and thus, aren't too tight.) Be horny. Very, very horny. Nothing will make it fit faster than being so horny you can't see straight. You can make your hole take it if you want it badly enough. Lube. use lots of it. Coat their cocks in it and make sure you slide a bit up inside you too. If you're a poppers guy, take a bit hit or two. Logistically, if there is one with a bigger dick or curves up, lay him down and straddle him. Get him inside you and ride a bit before letting the other guy enter you from behind, above the first guy's dick. Once you get them both inside you, your first reaction will be that it's too big. It's not. Let them stay there and relax your hole before bearing down on them and telling them to fuck you hard! Once they get the rhythm, you'll be in heaven and you'll wonder why you never did it before.

I used to spend hours in adult video booths getting tweaked as soon as I became legal. I usually didn't have a problem finding cocks to feed me but there were a couple times when the booths were empty and I couldn't find any cock. the world aligned one night.. i had blown three guys real quick and everyone left. I didn't have enough cum. as I sat in the booth staring to fiend for cum, I started found from booth to bootb searching. I was looking for cock.. but in one I found a thick load on the floor and against the wall where some one sprayed jizz. I got in my hands and knees with the door all open and gobbled it all down. I never felt aa nasty as I did that day

I am also a cum whore. I go to sex parties when possible but this happens not so often. I have my regulars plus some hook-ups from Grindr and other dating sites. I test regularly every 3 months and stick with prep. I got two stds in two years. It is not nice when you have to worn other people to have themselves checked but the circle of buddies I have are also aware that shit can happen to anyone and they still like to come and fuck me, trusting my ass more than any other anon hook-up they can find online (plus the fact that I am super discrete about their private life..).

The Confession Here is where the fiction comes in. I begged the Priest to let me visit as I had a confession that I needed to get off of my chest. He agreed to let me know as soon as his family left, and he was able to set up the “church.” In my mind, it was just another time that he would flake out on me, but I remained on Grindr awaiting a message from him. To my surprise, I received a message from him later in the day, saying that, “the Temple has been set up, and I should come over for a service.” He gave me his address, and instructed me to wear appropriate church clothes, which included gym shorts, a tee shirt and jock strap only. I was already cleaned out, and told the Father that I needed his address. Once he gave it to me, I informed him that I would be over in 15 minutes. He just said “Good Alter Boy, and that when I arrived, I should just knock on door 3 time, no more, no less.” I arrived at his place as scheduled, and knocked three times. The door opened just a bit, and I couldn’t see much. The room was very dark, and I could see some sort of table, which was covered with a black shroud, and two red candles lit on each side, holding it down. Besides the table was a modified kneeling bench. His hand reached through the door, handing me a leather mask, with no eye holes, and told me that this was a part of proper church attire, and I needed to put it on before entry. I quickly did as instructed, and he grabbed my hand and led me into his temple. I was a bit nervous, but I just knew I would receive the Fathers blessing. Once inside, he instructed me to strip to just my jock, which I quickly did. As I was hooded, I couldn’t really tell what was going on. He began by tweaking my nipples quite hard, and then instructed me to turn around, to which I complied. Once I turned around, he grabbed my ass cheeks and started feeling them. He then instructed me to bend over, and I quickly obliged. As a did, I felt his finger enter my ass. As he worked it, I was moaning in pleasure, and it wasn’t long before a second finger was inserted. After about five minutes, he removed his fingers, and something strange took their place. I had no idea what it was, but it felt amazing. After he removed the object he instructed me to stand up and turn around again. This time he grabbed my hard, yet pathetic cock through my jock. He asked if I was there to confess about my pathetic cock, to which I replied no, but I knew it was pathetic, and that is why I am a total bottom. He said good choice my son. He grabbed my hand telling me we would discuss further in the confessional. TO BE CONTINUED!

There isn't really a part 2 to this as it was a one off experience. I never got the chance to fuck with Ben myself, but watching him with his pants down and his arse in the air taking it bareback and letting guys load his arse behind his boyfriend's back was a massive turn on. I have had quite a few other horny experiences with cheating boyfriends fucking bareback - I'll post some of them on here

Alex Mecum!

Part 7 - The Doctor Will See You Now Jake woke as the bright sunshine caressed his face causing a bead of sweat to trickle down his face. He lay eyes wide open recalling the conversation last night for a good fifteen minutes. Fabian was spooning up against him, he became aware that Jake was awake through his stirring. "Morning Jake." "Morning Fabian." Fabian kissed the back of his neck and Jake cuddled up closer to him. A tear ran down Jake's face, he quickly wiped it away but wasn't sure why he was so emotional, his mind finally made up. He turned to face Fabian and kissed him. "You can leave after breakfast if you wish." "Fabian, you ask for a lot but what I get in return and what I loose are indescribable." Marco knocked at the door and entered with a tray of juice, coffee and fresh fruit. He put the tray down on the bed and looked at Jake, seeing a slightly confused person laying there he knew it hadn't gone well. Fabian thanked Marco and shook his head at him quickly. Marco's smile faded he glanced at Jake and left the room, he knew he would need to get Jake's clothes ready for his departure. This didn't go unnoticed by Jake and he felt bad seeing the smile drop from his face. Feeling refreshed Jake hopped out of bed and over to the balcony he could hear splashing in the pool. As he looked out across the garden down to the pool he saw Marco swimming lengths. Fabian came up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder, Jake was watching Marco and contemplated the scene of Marco's body as he got out the pool and dried himself, he had never fancied anyone quite like him, even though there was an 8 year age gap. His conflicted emotions were beginning to fade, he finally turned to Fabian. "Fabian, I want to join your family, but the getting pozzed is worrying me." "Jake, it is not going to happen right now." "But I don't understand I thought that is what you wanted?" "You will join the family but it could take a week or several months." "I errr... can you explain?" "It has to happen naturally through sex between us and no one else." "You remember one of our first conversations where I said I fuck for my pleasure?" "Yes." "Well I do with anonymous fucks, but bringing you in to the family is different, it is more sensual." Jake and Fabian locked lips and kissed for several minutes. Marco knocked and entered carrying Jake's clothes. Fabian told Jake to go shower and he would join him shortly. Jake disappeared and Fabian waited for the sound of water. "Marco, he will be joining us." "Oh, thank god, I will put his clothes in the dressing room." "And Marco, you better pay the Billy his finders fee." "Yes Sir, I will do that now." "Tell him he did a good job, and can you get the car brought round and escort Jake to the doctor for his test." "Of course, will be my pleasure." "Let's hope this final test he passes." Fabian joined Jake in the shower, they helped wash and dry each other and they both got dressed. "Jake, you will be going with Marco to the doctors for a blood test." "Why?" "I need to make sure you are clean, that is the final test you must pass." "Oh okay, will you be here after?" "Of course." Marco entered the room dressed and Fabian ushered them both out. As they exited the front doors of the house a car with a uniformed driver was waiting. Marco went over and kissed the driver before getting in, as Jake approached he saw it was Jean-Paul. He gave Jake a smile and closed the door after him. As the car rolled down the driveway the large high security gates opened. They drove for about 25 minutes and pulled up outside a large private hospital in Chelsea. Marco led Jake to private suite of rooms, a receptionist looked up and told them that the doctor would be with them shortly and to take a seat. After a few minutes the doctor surgery room opened and there stood Spencer. Jakes mouth must have dropped open as Marco jabbed him in the side to knock him back to hear and now. "Jake, Marco, come through please." They entered the surgery and Spencer closed the door behind them, he gave Marco a big kiss before grabbing Jake and planting kiss and a big hug. Jake sat as Spencer took two vials of blood and telling them will have the results in a couple of hours. They all kissed and said goodbye, heading back to the car which was waiting outside. As the car pulled away Jake had some burning questions and decided now was the time to ask them. Before he could open his lips Marco touched Jake's arm. "I hope you will accept anything Fabian offers you in the coming weeks." "In what way Marco?" "He will want to keep you close and earn your tattoo. He will expect you not to have sex with anyone but him." "Do you not find this all strange?" Marco gave Jake's leg a squeeze. "At first it appeared that way, but eventually you appreciate belonging to his family." "But... what about after?" "After?, he may offer you some incredible choices. Fabian looks after the family, always remember that." "So, what about you, why umm.. how long have you been working for Fabian?" "Close on ten years, I was roughly the same age as you when I joined." "But you don't mind working for him?" "Absolutely not, first and foremost I am family and the house is also my home, second I am his butler." "How does that work?" "It just does, but hopefully you will also find how life will become so much fuller." Jake smiled as Marco leaned in and kissed him quickly, he ran his hand along Marco muscled arm. "Stop doing that, your making me horny." "Sorry, I don't know what come over me. But I love the feel of them, do you work out a lot?" "Fabian has a great gym in the basement plus the pool." "Will you help me workout, I would love to get some muscle like yours." "Of course I will, anyway that would make Fabian very happy." "Thank you." "Mind you, I am worried that when you start developing real muscle you would hotter than me!" Marco laughed and cuddled Jake as the car swept through the gates and up to the house. "You call this a house?" "Home." "It's a mansion, I have never seen it from this angle." It truly was an impressive modern house, built to Fabian's own specification's and boasted 9 bedrooms all with bathrooms, and two separate annexes with private accommodations for other staff. Jake had never been so amazed, the seclusion and privacy was remarkable and you would never know from the street what lay beyond. As Jean-Paul opened the door Jake got out and looked more closely, what was evident from the front was the security cameras that covered every angle of the front. Marco took his hand and escorted him through the front door.

Part 5 - The Party As they reached the Orangery a crowd had gathered drinking Mojitos, some smoking cigars others just milling around. Jake counted about eleven in total including themselves and each of the guests was adorned with the tattoo, he felt a little left out at not having one. Marco was serving drinks and keeping an eye on Jake making sure the 'Look But Do Not Touch' was adhered to. All of the men were either in their 30's or 40's and all very attractive with good physiques, Jake stood in awe looking at all the fine specimen of men standing around the room. Fabian came over to Jake and did a few more introductions before offering Jake his cigar to smoke. A few eyes shifted in his direction, Jake took a good inhale and was surprised he didn't cough. Oh those aromas and flavours he thought to himself as a broad smile washed over his face. The group moved over to meet Jake, they kissed and hugged him causing his cock to stiffen as so many men showered him with affection. "I think you passed the first test." "Sorry Fabian?" "They have all given you approval, it will earn you some very influential friends." "This is kind of strange but I am loving it, they are all nice people." "I hoped you would enjoy yourself, I really like having you here." "I feel a little left out as I am the only one without a tattoo." Fabian laughed and kissed Jake. "It has to be earned, and maybe it will and soon." "Will you tell me how to earn it." "Later, Hungry Jake?" "Yes, I could eat a horse." He kissed Jake again and they headed over to the buffet and helped themselves to Cuban pulled pork. Gradually the men moved towards the pool and started chilling out. A gentle sound of music to Cuban beats was playing, Marco approached with two Mojitos and offered one to Jake. Marco and Jake headed to the pool and resumed their spot on the sunbeds watching the other men who kissed and frolicked around in the water. Jake took in the scene feeling horny and wanting to join in. Fabian obviously was the centre of attention amongst all talking to each of them as the fooled around, there was no sex but a lot of kissing and groping. Jake turned to Marco and nervously broached the question. "Should I go and join in?" "Not unless you want to, they will respect you, and I have your back." "What do you mean respect me?" "Just that, they will respect you as you are a guest." Jake stood up and stripped his trunks off throwing them at Marco, he then held out a hand for Marco to join him. Marco looked up the sunbed and gave a quick glance in Fabian's direction who simply nodded. He grabbed Jake's hand as they jumped in the pool together and swam around for a bit. Spencer grabbed hold of Jake's legs and pulled him back. Fabian watched closely. "Hey Jake." "Spencer." "Are you enjoying yourself?" "Very much so, I have never been to such a party before, well I have never known anyone this wealthy." "Fabian is a very generous and kind person, treat him well and you will have a friend for life." "He has been nothing but kind to me, I like being around him and Marco." "Just them?" "Well, I don't really know any of you." "I hope you will come to more of Fabian's events and get to know us, we all like what we have seen so far." Marco's arm reached around Jake's body and pulled him away from Spencer, "Come on Jake sunbathing time.". Marco gave Spencer a kiss as they passed each other. He realised it was already 5pm so he gladly joined Marco as they layed bronzing their bodies. The mixture of the food and Mojitos sent Jake to sleep again. He woke as Fabian kissed him lightly on the lips "Wake up sleepy head.". Jake looked up at Fabian then instinctly kissed him back, asking what the time was since the sun was much lower in the sky and most of the group had moved up to the deck outside the Orangery. Fabian pulled Jake up from sunbed "Time does not matter as long as you are enjoying yourself.". The party continued on with lots of chatting, slowly groups started to disperse and leave. Finally it was just the five of them and Marco excused himself as he work to attend to, he returned a couple of minutes later with two robusto's and Mojitos. Fabian and Jake sat on the deck with their drinks and cigars relaxing. Marco, Spencer and Jean-Paul disappeared. "Where has Marco gone?" "Ahh, he is with Spencer and Jean-Paul and having some fun." Fabian noticed a look of disappointment on wash over Jake's face. He decided to let on about Marco. "You know Marco has got feelings for you Jake, he loves you being here." "Really?, you sort of dream about guys like that, but never think you would get to know one." "Are you more interested in him than anyone else?" "hummmm, no, I find you incredibly sexy, after all it is you who I come to see." Fabian laughed and kissed his head. "Well maybe you and I will have some fun eventually, but don't rule Marco out." "Fabian, thank you for a lovely day, you were right, I did have a lot of fun." "You are welcome, I hope you liked our family." "I did they were all very friendly towards me." "The guys really took to you and want you to be part of our family." There they remained until darkness had fallen, Fabian got to his feet and held out a hand to Jake and pulled him up to his feet. Fabian reached around Jakes waist, they looked each other in the eye, slowly Fabian moved his face closer, their lips sensually touching and without resistance Jake parted his lips as Fabian's mouthed closed over his. Jake's senses went in to overdrive, the kiss increased in intensity as their tongues wrestled with each other. Jakes felt his body lift off the ground and voluntarily his legs wrapped around Fabian's thighs, his arms clenched around his neck, slowly Fabian carried Jack back inside the house.

Part 2 - The Addiction As I got home I stripped off and had one of the most intense orgasms thinking about Fabian and still tasting the remnants of the cigar as I drifted off to sleep. Little did I know then that Fabian was gradually seducing me to get hooked on cubans firstly and feel comfortable around him. Then the second phase of getting me hooked on himself, but he was in no rush as it would only be a matter of time. Couple of days later I got a text inviting me over that evening, naturally I was excited and replied telling him I would be there at 7pm again. The gate opened and I walked up to the front door where he stood waiting, as I approached him he gave me a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We went through to the Orangery again where before he could say anything I had stripped down to my underwear, he stood there laughing and told me I was eager. This time two cigars were on the table as he handed me one of them. "Do you remember what to do?" he asked, "Think so." I replied. It was then I realised that the mixture of being in his company and holding the cigar caused a reaction in my groin. Thankfully I still had my underwear on trapping the results otherwise I would be flying the flag of all nations on my erection. I moistened the end just as he showed me and gave it a clean cut through with no damage. "Well done." he said, He passed the matches to me, as I struck one I charred the end lightly then puffed to light it, coughing as I did so on the first few attempts but eventually I achieved a full even burn. Fabian lit his cigar and we moved over to the sofa and sat down, he still had his robe on which looked a little bizarre when seeing our reflection in the window as I was nearly naked. I smoked on the cigar and began inhaling more and more and really got in to this cuban. The same flavours and aromas danced around my mouth and nose, feeling comfortable sitting next to him he watched me intently trying to gauge if the signs of getting addicted to his cigars were starting to show. Fabian disappeared for a moment and returned with two glasses of red wine, but this red wine was heavy bodied and match perfectly with the cigar. Only half way down the cigar I had to put it in the ashtray as I began to feel a little nausea wash over me, Fabian told me that was normal and my body would soon adjust. He continued to smoke his cigar and I drank the wine, this heavy bodied wine was also quite heavy in alcohol but delicious nevertheless. The alcohol was causing me to be a little loose lipped and started asking some probing questions... "Can I ask you what is an olympic kisser?" "I have a great enjoyment of kissing and I can French a guy until his tongue and lips go numb." as he chuckled at me. "How silly, is that even possible? "Be careful as I might show you and you would end up tongue tied" laughing. "Could be interesting. So what is it with the whole bareback sex thing that you like?" "Hmmm, didn't expect that question.. I enjoy feeling a guys a hole around my cock and gifting them my special seed." "Is it that different from condom sex?" "Completely and utterly bewitching and addictive." "Do you have a partner or boyfriend?" "Absolutely not, anyway when I fuck it is for my pleasure and thrill." "So what does the other person get out of it." "Whatever they want, but hopefully just the desire to pleasure me." "Oh you mean like those SM'y things, you know, master and boy?" "Boy?, you mean slave. No nothing that kinky, they learn how to pleasure me when I want to fuck." His robe slipped open more and I noticed something I hadn't seen before, a tattoo peeking above his underwear. "I never realised you had a tattoo." he looked at me and smiled. "Only the one." "What is it?" "It is me or a representation of me and who I am." "It looks very elaborate, can I see it?" He pulled his underwear down slightly so I could see it, an elaborate F surrounded by swirls which made it look like a biohazard symbol which disappeared down towards his cock. I found it to be very sexy and relaxed back against his arm as he placed it around my shoulder. I contemplated our brief conversation as I sipped my wine completely missing his comment about gifting his special seed. I picked up my cigar relit it and this time there was no coughing as I was now getting use to smoking and especially letting those flavours and smells hitting my senses again. As we both silently enjoyed our cigars, my erection seemed to take on a new vigour, but to his credit Fabian said nothing as his hand stroked my shoulder. All to soon we were done, I finished my wine as I stood up I felt buzzed and happy. As I dressed Fabian escorted me to the door telling me he would text me when to come over, his hand reached up and stroked my face as he kissed me on the lips and gave me a hug, as I turned he patted my arse "See you in a couple of days.". I seemed to float home, the taste of the cigar was still lingering, the tingling of my face as he kissed me when I left, and the way he caressed my shoulder. I was really enjoying spending time with him, I couldn't pin down if it was the cigars or just being around him, he exuded such an air confidence and masculinity and Spanish looks.

I was loving life with a sexy Latino bottom boyfriend that let me fuck him without mercy raw and drop every ounce of cum in him I could. He is 5 ft 4, light skin Latino/Italian mix with a tight hairless hole and very naturally defined body and a thick 8 inch cock that shot cum like he was pissing. I’m six ft two, white, toned vers/top guy with a very thick 7.5 cut cock and thick as a Red Bull can, some hair and a kinky side. We both had been poz for a while before we met, so raw cum fucking was our favorite game! In my mind, we were perfect! One weekend in the fall, he just vanished. No text, email, call...nothing. I called him, texted and nothing back. I was worried as hell and upset. A call came in late that Sunday night. Ryan was on the phone and was very quiet and nervous. I was drunk trying to forget about him missing. He then begins to tell me what happened. He admitted to doing some t with a few friends and just didn’t have a charger but he missed me and was so sorry. I was pissed and knew what happens on t...horny raw sex that goes on and on. He admitted to fucking around but was so sorry. Begged to come over. I obliged. He showed up at my door to stay the night. We got in bed and I knew he wanted to sleep but I wanted my taste of his used ass. I waited till he fell asleep and I’m hard as a rock and begin putting my hand in his boxers. He’s moaning no but I know he wants more. He’s pushing his tan ass back on my thick cock and I pull his boxers down. I get my trunks pushed down and feel his hole with my fingers. I feel the wetness all over his hole and know he’s got far more loads than I thought. I shove three finger in to the knuckle to make him squirm and moan. I tries to pull away but I hold him there fucking three fingers in and out with no resistance. I shove a fourth in and do the same. I pull them out and bring them to my face to see and my fingers are covered in cum. I knew this guy that is my bf is one kinky lol bottom when he parties and can take tons of cum. His eyes are closed as he’s saying I don’t want to but he’s grinding on my Dick hard and just wants filled. I pull back from him and line my dick up with his hole and let him push back on it. Us on our sides, he just pushes back till I’m balls deep and starting to hit him deep. He moans and keeps saying no. I let him fuck himself on me for 30 minutes before I push him face down and bury his face in a pillow. I pull out and can now see how wide his hole is and I just want to make him scream in pain. I push forward and bury my throbbing veiny Dick as deep as I could and just keep long dicking his twink ass for another 20 mins. He is begging with each thrust to stop and I just pound harder and harder....trying to get my revenge. I feel the tightness in my balls and whisper in his drugged up ear asking him if we wants my cum too? He begs for me to give him my load and is screaming how much he wants it. I can tell that when I’m shooting he’s tensing up to shout. I shoot 6 squirts of thick poz cum balls deep mixing with god only knows whose cum, but I loved it. I roll him over after I pop out if his gaping hole and see he basically shot a load doing the bed looked like he pissed. I told him he’s sleeping in it and I’ll drop another load before work to start my day. I make him stay naked and let him drift off as I’m still wondering who he was with and what the draw of t is. He’s sleeping now and I got horny from things about him getting fucked up and used by guys...I shoved in and he moans and just fall asleep balls deep in my boy. Next: Wanting to know - Meeting Ryan’s T Buddy

Its been almost two weeks since all my antics at the underbear party. you can read the details of the night in my other blog. It was a such a great night and in the week after I've been chatting to most the guys that I'd taken loads from on BBRT. Some of them confirming there viral load status and wanting to be informed if I'd gotten sick. I'd had many thoughts about the night and i do feel blessed if i finally start sero converting from one of the many loads i'd taken. Well as it reached day eleven. i just couldn't drag myself from bed on Tuesday morning this week. I'd been waking most the night with a cold dampening sweat. my bed soaked. and when i did get up i had a dulling headache and upset stomach. As i got to the bathroom i realized i was fatigued and out of breath. and i was again sweating profusely. My stomach was turning badly and i felt i was going to explode i could feel the acrid build up in my throat as if i was going to vomit as well. Sitting down on the toilet i started to pee when my stomach passed a liquid mess. my god i almost died. the smell of it was horrendous. and it made me ill to the point i knew i was going to hurl as well. i made a very quick wipe to clean my hole and flushed. the smell was terrible in the toilet. and as i gagged the vomit came up. putting my head in the bowl i must of thrown up some ten to fourteen times. the final efforts didn't really bring anything up but the foulness of bile in my stomach which i spat into the toilet. i went to the sink and washed my mouth with the cold water. and turned back to the toilet. again my stomach turned as i saw the toilet bowl and as i sat again another round of liquid mess came out. the smell not so bad. i cleaned and flushed the toilet twice. sprayed the air with some room deodorizer and went and had a shower. the cold shower was great and i dried off. i was back lying on my still soaked bed when i called work saying i wasn't coming in. laying there i nodded off again and around midday i awoke to my stomach pain. it was intense sharp and stabbing and again i felt nauseated. i tossed and turned to try and get comfortable. but it only made things worse. in the fetal position i finally had some comfort. and i went back to sleep. it was four before i got up again and as i went to the bathroom for the second time my body was burning up and i had a terrible cold sweat. i had a very quick shower to refresh myself before the housemate got home. done and sitting in the lounge with a large glass of water. the third id had since the shower. my body was dripping with sweat. the lounge i was in was soaked. i soon got some food ready to put on for dinner. but preparing it made me feel ill. and again i raced back to the toilet to vomit. done and dusted i cooked dinner for the housemate and myself and as i looked at dinner i decided i couldn't eat. and soon i was in bed. the night wasn't the best. i hadn't slept and again i was soaking the bed with cold sweat i was having. it was now Wednesday morning and i had very little energy. i was tired and confused and well called my boss straight away saying i wouldn't be in again. i got up at ten and had a shower and called my doctors to see if i could get in. he wouldn't be able to see me till Thursday. so i made it for the earliest possible time. i had a shower and got refreshed. got a fan out and went to the lounge where i put the tv on slept for the day. about four in the afternoon. after having had some fluids to drink. i tried to eat something a bit of the dinner id cooked the night before. it tasted great but didn't last long. i was running to the toilet to vomit again. and resigned myself to having a few dry biscuits. before i went to bed. As i lay in bed on Wednesday night i wondered if its just a bug. or if this was the big sero conversion. id been hoping for. As i couldn't sleep i thought id message the guys on BBRT. to tell them i was feeling indeed crook and very sick over the last two days. I got a reply from the only one that was online. and he asked how i was feeling. i couldn't lie i felt like id been hit and run over my body had now started to ache and as the cold sweat dripped down onto my bed i realized how soaked my bed sheets were. i told him how i was and what how id been feeling over the last two days. he replied back sounds like you've got it good. your most certainly sero converting.was his remarks. then i got another message. got to give it to you for sure you free tomorrow. I replied saying i was seeing the doctor in the morning and would be free about eleven. we made a time and i looked forward to the poz injection. Thursday came and i was up at the doctors surgery. waiting for my appointment when i saw another cub that had been at the underbear party. he looked just as ill and sick as i was and as i got called in into the doctor i saw him on his phone messaging on BBRT. dealing with the doctor going through everything and rudimentary checks he found my blood pressure was high and decided i should have some blood tests taken. he prescribed some medicine for the high blood pressure as well as medicine for the vomiting and again i waited this time for the pathology nurse to take the bloods for what the doctor had asked to be tested for. i looked at the paperwork and understood most but was grateful to see nothing on there for HIV. Done with the nurse i realized what the time was and i'd have to race home to meet the guy that was coming round to give me another healthy dose of the bug. As i pulled up into the garage and got out i found the guy was walking up the drive way. "i hope you don't mind me been early" he said. as i got to him i said "not at all" "was hoping it wasn't going to take so long so i could get ready when i got back" As we made our way into the apartment he gave an approving nod and smile. "thanks for messaging me last night" he said. "i really did enjoy breeding you at the underbear party" he continued. i was glad he was here. i hadnt had a cock in five days and was really needing to be fucked. i told him "to make himself comfortable" and showed him where to get a glass from and let him know what he could have to drink and have. even showed him outdoors where he could have a smoke or just relaxe till i was done refreshing. i quickly went to the bathroom. washed my very empty stomach clean and had a brief shower. i just wrapped the towel around my waist before i went to find my guest. as it would be coming off soon. i found him out the back and he had a drink waiting for me. as i got to him he asked "is it okay to have joint" to which i said yeah it was okay. he pulled out a bag from his pants and proceeded to get one very long blunt out. "do you want to have some with me" and my mind went it probably make you throw up. but i said instead "yeah sure let me just get my smokes". so i ducked in and grabbed them of the counter. sitting as he lite the joint i took a swig of the ginger ale drink on the out door patio. he had a couple of puffs before handing it over and as he did i realized he truly had gotten comfortable. he was undressed apart from his underwear. as i had my tokes of the joint and handed it back we started to chat about various things of the underbear party. and then it got serious. "How long have you actually been wanting to get pozzed up for" he asked handing me the joint again. having another puff i replied "been wanting it for the last six years" "but it was only really a year and bit ago that i finally really accepted that its what i want". my answer must have been enough he grabbed his crotch. "we should finish that joint and then get to work" he said to me. i heartily agreed having another toke and passed it back. At the end of the joint we had swigs of our drinks and then both had a smoke as our conversation continued. soon i was buzz and all i could think of was getting his cock out and having fun. i put my smoke out and stood. my towel dropped from my waist. as i moved from my position to closer to him i said "shall we start" and with that he stood. i lead him to my room. and said "look its a bit of mess but i think you wont mind when you see whats out". We got into my room and he went "oink" "is a pig and lives like a pig" and with a grab on my shoulder had me turned around and down before his cock. his cock was been held back by the restraint of the underwear. Looking up at the guy before me he was pretty solid in build round solid stomach. shaved head big round face square chin. no beard. his body coated in fur front and back. as i pulled down his jocks to get at his cock the first thing i saw was the big bio hazard tattoo under his pubes. as the jocks slipped down to his ankles his cock was my next thing of attention. it was the meaty uncut cock i had. hard it was about eight inches and it was thick in girth. i quickly had my mouth round it tasting it and remembering it from the party. my mouth went back and forward. id choke on and bite down on it. as i came off to get a breath there was a big droplet of precum coming from the eye of the cock. i put my tongue to it and pulled away stretching the precum out. "That's enough of that" he commanded "i think its time you have your hole worked on before i breed you" "now lets see what there is to play with" and with that i got on the bed and watched as he went to my sex toy and the bag i usually had them in. "mmmm i think i found a winner" he said "do you have a blindfold" he asked. I replied it should be in the side of the bag if not there is the red fisting hanky that could be used. he couldn't find the mask instead he masked me with the hanky. tying it so it would be tight. he guided my ass to where he wanted it position and as i got there i was handed the bottle of amyl i had on the floor. i took a few hits and as he rubbed some lube across my ass and pushed some in my hole i could only think of what he was going to use. "your such a well prepared pig you know what turns us poz guys on don't you" he said. with that i said "ugh huh" "you've found the toilet brush haven"t you". "Yeah" he replied followed by "this is the perfect toy for a pig like you" more lube got spread across my ass and i heard the bottle been squeezed again. knowing it was been squeezed onto the bristles of the brush. "Can't wait to see this up your cunt pig" he said. i took a huge inhale of amyl. my world going red i bent slightly forward and pushed my ass back. "yeah scrub my cunt" "tear it open so your viral seed has the perfect place to go" i said. and with that the brush was pushed up against my lubed hole. "im going to fucking enjoy this" i heard as the brush started to be pushed harder against my hole. taking more amyl.hits my ass started to open and as the brushes bristles started to find there way in my hole the familiar scratching inside my gut started. the more he pushed the brush in the more i was on the amyl. "thats it pig its almost in now" "relaxe" he said. i was feeling recharged a new energy took over. with another huge snorting of amyl. i pushed back on the brush and with him pushing it forward it slid in. a 360 turning sensation took over as he pushed in more of the brush. "Good fucking pig" "not even a yelp" he said and with that i had his huge free hand come smacking down on my ass. which made me push back harder on the brush inside me sailing it further into my innards. "you fuckin love that dont you pig" he shouted at me. to which i cried "yes". he now pulled on the toilet brush that was up my cunt pulling it back before smacking my ass again and having it go further up me. occasionally twisting. it went on for five minutes. "fuck pig" "this has me hard".he said. with that all movement stopped on the scrubber in my cunt. "your a fucked up pig" he said. i murmured "ugh huh" as my mole puckered on the thin shaft of the brush deep in my hole. i felt lube on my hole been worked into it and over the brush handle up it. "you want some cock now pig" he said. to witch i replied "fuck yeah load my hole" "im going in" he said and as he pushed his thick hard cock in my hole i felt a sting of the cuts inside me "thats it pig" "im going to scrub my cock raw in your hole, load you up with toxic juices and blood" and with one mighty push his cock sailed in against the brush. my hole shuddered with excitement and i let out a piggy grunt. "fuck yeah" i cried and as took more snorts of the amyl. i relaxed and enjoyed the newest joy. "Damn" came from above me. soon followed by his body on top as he started to pound my torn hole. "fucking always wanted to do this to pig" he said in my ear. as his pounding continued the scrubbing of my hole truly began. sliding in with his thrusts and coming out as he pulled back i couldnt help myself any longer on the joy i was feeling. a deep and sinister calling came out from me. "fuck yeah" "oh hallowed priapus lord of cock, take my servitude and raping. bless the hallowed poz seed i take and make me one with you" i said aloud. i felt a new strength as i took the pain inside. "Thats it pig" "you need to be in our club" "fuck that brush is ripping my cock open" "your getting my toxic blood also" "damn it feels good".he cried into my ear as he pounded away. i took another snort of amyl and the brush in me moved deeper. his cock also moved deeper into my second sphincter. Handing him the amyl he took a good long inhale momentarily impaling himself in me. before he went back to scrubbing me with cock and brush. id clasped down around his cock head and brush and in a few thrusts he let out a might cry "Fuck yeah pig" as i felt the splattering of his toxic load. he soon was spent and as his blooded torn cock came from my hole. a feeling of relief came from me. with the scrubber still in my hole i turned and cleaned his cock. it tasted good with seed blood and ass juices over it. he soon had his strength back and said "okay pig lets finish scrubbing your gut". i got back into my original place. and felt him grab on the toilet brush up my hole. he worked it hard for a few minutes back and forward before i cried out. "you need a break pig" he asked and i replied "hell yes" "okay lets get this scrubber out of your pig" and with that he started pulling and twisting the toilet brush out of my hole. as soon as the brush came out i let out a gasp. no longer filled by the roughness i had endured. he got me up and said "lets get a drink and have a smoke before you have another round". we went to the kitchen got some ice and drinks. talking again he said "thats the most fucked up fun he ever had" i had to agree and said "that i usually only scrubbed my hole once it was loaded with cum" we continued to talk and discussed life been poz and how much we both just enjoyed the fun we had. i was rubbing his hard cock with my foot as we sat and smoked and drank looking at my phone for the time i said "well thats been fun two hours" "do you want to continue". he looked at me and said "i cleared my day to breed you for as long as you like". i got up and kneeled before him grabbing his raw cock. looking at him and smirked with devilish pride "you want that cock again in you dont you" he said as i started to sucking his throbbing cock again. i could see that the toilet brush had pierced his foreskin with the bristles. "yeah" "i fucking want it" "i want to know for sure im poz" "will you breed me till i next get tested" i said. he looked down at me and gave me a nod of yes as i went back to sucking his cock. he grabbed the bag on the table and proceeded to lite the second joint. taking a few puffs he blew the joints smoke down onto bobbing head on his hardening cock "i think you need more of this" he said. as i got up and sat he handed me the joint and as i had a puff he got in front of me and started sucking my now hard cock. "your going to have a great poz death stick" he said as he got up and sat. we soon finished the joint and came back to my room. "no more hiding behind the blindfold" i said "i want to see you fuck me with that demon cock and brush again" so i positioned myself on the floor in front of the mirrors to my cupboard. "fuck yeah pig" "watch your holes destruction" came from Marcus's mouth. with that i took the amyl and watched as he again lubed my hole and the bloody brush. it didn't take much effort as my hole puckered out and swallowed the brush. Marcus pushed the final part and as before smacked my ass leaving a big hand print i could see. the brush sailed right in again. with out even hesitation Marcus lined up his cock and shoved it in my hole again. "fuck its so moist now" "you ready pig" Marcus said. "yeah" "give it to me" i said and with that Marcus started his thrusting. i felt the familiar movements inside my gut again and this time it felt better than before. "make me a proud poz pig" i shouted as Marcus slammed into me. watching in the mirror taking hits of amyl i watched Marcus lusting as he enjoyed his devastation. tired of the position Marcus pulled out and had me lie on my back. as he now crouched above his hard cock above. he gave a shove. his cock head slipped in and a new feeling swamped my body as the cock and brush attacked me from new angels. my thoughts moved away from watching in the mirror as i now focused on Marcus body and his cock. taking a hit of amyl again and again. i drifted into enjoyment. "Fuck yeah" "breed me with demon seed" "show me how real poz pigs play" i said. Marcus now looked like a beast possed. his thrusting of my hole was sending new joys up my spine. i was breathing heavy and as i had more amyl. i shut my eyelids still focused on Marcus. From within my shut eyelids a red haze took over me. Seeing Marcus as a heavy red figure torturing my soul. i couldn't help my joy. "fuck pig" "im going to blast you good this time" Marcus said as my eyes opened and i looked at him.feeling his cock slamming into the scrubber up my hole.i took more amyl and handed it to Marcus this time his pounding continued as he slammed my hole taking snorts of the amyl. the brush moved deeper in me and so did Marcus's thick uncut raw cock. handing back the amyl i took my strongest sorts of amyl. and let nature take over. soon i was muttering "fucking breed my cunt" "breed me like a poz pig should be" "give me your toxic demonic seed". it was enough Marcus face went red and the sweat dripping from him. he drove forth in me. the toilet brush moved deeper as Marcus slammed in and shot his load. he shook and groaned loudly like a beast before marcus said "Fuck take my filthy viral load cunt" with another thrust forward with his cock. "thats my entire nuts im emptying in you pig" "damn im nearly done" and another shudder and thrust forward. with that marcus collapsed onto me and we embraced face to face. two sweating bodies. i wrapped my arms around him and went for the kill. kissing him and he returning it with the same ambition. "Fuck pig you truly do know how to please" Marcus said. as Marcus cock slipped from my hole and in the embrace we had we rolled onto our sides and kissed again. the brush still up my hole Marcus said "think that brush needs to come out now" and with that he moved and i got back on my fours to allow him to work the brush and seed. looking in the mirror there was only about six inches pf the brushes shaft to grab. at first it didn't want to budge. but having a hit and using my ass muscles to push it moved and with Marcus pulling it soon moved a distance. Marcus then pushed and pulled the brush for about a minute on my hole. when i couldn't take it. my cock aching from its hard throbbing i let out a scream as i shot my load all over the floor. thick chunky gushes and as i did the brush came from my hole, not feeling completely done i reached for Marcus's cock. it still hard i said "go on fuck my destroyed hole" It was all it took and Marcus again shoved his cock in. "what a great poz pig your going to be boy" Marcus said. he fucked and thrust inside me. i was scooping the thick pools of cum up i had spilt and rubbing it on Marcus's cock for lube. Marcus pulled out and said "i need a break" and i had to agree. we got up and went out the back to have a drink and smoke, this time we sat side by side one hand on each other and my head leaning on his shoulder, not a word just a touch and we finished our drinks. collected everything and headed to my room, we just lay there together feeling each other and me looking into Marcus's eyes. a kiss and a strong bear hug ensued and as we rested for an hour i felt at ease. Not because i had been sick but because i finally truly recognized that the best sex was with another poz pig or with someone willing to get pozzed. our moment was broken when i got a phone call. and as i sat an answered and felt Marcus's hand rubbing my back and crack. i just wanted the call to end. as soon as i was done i turned to Marcus and kissed him with conviction. stopping briefly and looking down "breed me one final time" i asked. he looked at me and said "I'm pretty spent how about we finish this off on the weekend" "Ive got a hotel room in the city I'll come and pick you up Saturday " i felt dejected but should of been satisfied as i replied "cant wait" with that i offered Marcus to join me in the shower as we tussled in the water my energy level back i couldn't help but enjoy the moment. done and dressed i gave Marcus a kiss as he left at four. as he got to the gate and waved he shouted "i'll send you a message. so be online later" with that he left and i went back to house and felt alone again. though my housemate would be home anytime. how do i know feel. well better. i still am sick and cant keep food down, but the thought of more energized sex like that has me accepting the outcome of a poz result at my next testing.

My own cock throbbed though I felt no need to tend to it as Johnny pressed his long slender cock into my mouth. I soon felt his trimmed pubes against my nose and held firmly to his blond peach fuzz covered ass as I deep throated his cock. For a moment the top that I had once been resurfaced and I thought how hot Johnny’s perfectly pert round ass would look with a load dripping from his pink hole. My mind drifted to my own now cum filled hole and I felt a twitch as I imagined a small glob of Johnny’s cum escaping my slightly puckered hole, the hair around it matted down with sweat and ass juice. “Alright Wes,” Chuck said, “Why don’t you show this boy what it’s like to get fucked by a real man and give him another load he’ll never forget.” Wes… I wondered for a moment which one of the three men that was, and then I realized I didn’t care. I wanted all three of them, in fact I didn’t really even care if I ever saw which one was which so long as their cock ended up in my hole. I let go of Johnny’s ass cheeks and grabbed my own ankles some what awkwardly as Johnny was still squatting over me slightly with his cock down my throat. A rustling told me that Wes was getting into position, and then I felt rough hands on my thighs pushing my legs forward lifting my ass up. A glob of warm spit fell onto my hole and then I once more felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock head pressing against my sphincter. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, which had become fully hard again in my mouth and from his breath I guessed was well on his way to shooting his second load, as Wes buried his cock in my hole in one long slow stroke. He was obviously thicker then Johnny but perhaps not as long, certainly not as big as Chuck. Still I could feel my hole quivering around his cock as it sank inside of me, stretching me wider then I ever have been before. Just as he bottomed out in me and I felt the scratch of his pubes on my taint Johnny stuffed his whole cock down my throat and let out a long low moan as he shot his second in my mouth. Greedily I swallowed every drop before he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. “Get the hell out the way boy,” Wes said in a rough voice, pushing Johnny off of me, “I wanna look in this boy’s eyes when I breed him, that way he’ll always remember this load.” With Johnny out of the way I took stock of the man who was now balls deep in my hole. I was not disappointed. He was certainly the oldest of the men assembled with flecks of gray starting to creep into his jet-black hair at the temples. It looked as though he had probably shaved that morning but his beard was already returning with a vengeance, his skin a golden olive colour I guessed he was probably Italian or Greek. He stared down at me with dark hazel eyes as he slowly began to withdraw his cock from my ass, the thin lines at the sides of his eyes deepened as his face spit with a wide toothy smile. “You like that cock, don’t you boy.” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes…Sir,” I don’t know why but calling this man Sir just seemed to be the right thing to do. He smiled a little broader and said, “That’s right boy,” and sank his cock back into me. I could see that he didn’t have a condom on, I don’t know why I thought he would be different as he was using another guy’s load as lube. I didn’t care though, his cock splitting my hole wide felt too damn good to care about anything like that. His rough hands held my legs pinned to either side of my chest, bringing his torso over mine so that he could look directly down into my eyes. His body so close to mine my nostrils were filled with his rich manly smell and something else that it took me a moment to place… cum. Wes started to pick up the pace, pulling almost his entire cock from my ass with each stroke. Sweat began to glisten on his chest and occasionally drip down onto me. The steady sound of skin slapping on skin, and the wet squelsh of my quickly widening hole filled the room. I began to sweat myself, panting with each thrust of Wes’s fat cock. I knew what I must look like, I had seen bottoms in this place of ecstasy before, their faces contorted with what could be mistaken for pain, their eyes rolling into the back of their heads, their cock hard but completely forgotten. It was the look of a bitch in heat, a look that bottoms only got when they truly gave themselves over to be fucked without caring for their own release at all. For a bottom like the one I had become, in that moment the release was feeling a top shoot his load, and nothing else was needed. “Fuck my ass,” I whimpered between moans, “Fucking plow me.” “I’m getting close kid,” Wes growled, never slowing down, “I’m going to breed your ass so good that I’m going to stay with you forever. Do you want that boy, do you want my load in you forever?” “Yes, breed me,” I panted, at the time not realizing the significance of what I said, “Fill me with your cum, lube up my ass for your friends.” “Take my fucking load, you slut!” Wes didn’t stop fucking as he came, in fact he slammed his cock into me harder then he had ever before six or eight more times. I could feel his load filling me more and more until just when I was wondering how he could possibly be going he stopped and held perfectly still with his throbbing cock halfway into my ass. His whole body was shaking just slightly and a wicked gin was spreading across his face. “Next,” he said pulling out and getting up. It was only then when he stood again that I noticed the tattoo on his bicep, a bio hazard symbol.

I love to swallow as well as getting it up my ass....also like to felch a load out of a well fucked hole