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As I lay there looking at the screen I was trying to think of a way out of this. I had managed to always spin these guys a yarn and they had always believed me. They always said they understood and went on to try and arrange another meet. Think. Think As I put my mind into overdrive I heard a door open behind me and people enter. There before me stood 4 guys. All taller than me which wasn't hard and they ranged in age from mid 40s to about 60. They surrounded me and looked down. I looked at all of there faces. There was no emotion on any of them. I recognised all of them from their profiles. I then saw that they were all wearing leather waist coats of bare hairy chests. They all had on leather jock straps which were barely covering some straining bulges. As you can tell I liked leather and it was the reason I had targeted these guys in the first place. It was Desmond that was first to speak. He said hello Tony. I can see that you recognise all of us. He carried on by sayi g that over the last few months he and his friends had become very concerned for my welfare. I had all these pent up desires and emotions and for some reason or other your plans to fulfil your needs always ended without the outcome you described in your conversations. This was not healthy and as your friends we had taken a decision to look after your welfare by making your wishes come true. So each of us has highlighted a conversation we have had with you and over the next couple of days we are going to help you fulfil your various needs. For once in my life I was speachless. Had I just heard right. Did he say over the next couple of days?. Surely someone would miss me. As I was laying there thinking about this Des spoke again and it was as if he was reading my mind. He said that arrangents had been made with my parents and work so no one was going to be worried about my abscence. Desmond then smiled at me. No it wasn't a smile it was a smirk. He continued. Now it appears you have various needs or itches that need to be scratched and as I said we are here to make these happen. Whilst each of our conversations have been different and highlighted a different desire they all have one thing in common. They all start the same way. You arrive at your meet ready to get straight down to business. The first thing that you do is loosen up by having a slam and getting into the zone. As this is a common factor to each of us then that's how we will begin. Before we came into the room we all drew lots to see who would be the first to help make your first desire to come through and I'm pleased to tell you it was Chris that won. You remember Chris don't you. Chris is the guy you spoke to about your desires to be fucked by two cocks at once. As you can see there are four os us here so if your maths is any good you will realise there are six possible ways in which we can make this happen and we are all eager to play our part. Throughout Des whole conversation I said nothing. I just layed there in shock. I could not work out if this was real or not but when I focused and saw Chris approaching me with a point in his hand I knew it was. I started to panic.

My names Tony but most of my friends called me Tiny. Tiny as I was just over 5 feet tall and no other reason. You would think that as I was so short that I would be picked on but this was not the case, in fact it was the total opposite. I was more than capable of handling myself and never backed down from a fight. In honesty I was an arrogant 19 year old who felt that the world owed me a free ticket and I pissed a lot of people of with my attitude. This was the reason I am laying strapped to a bench surrounded by four guys that look like they mean business. Earlier on in the week I had been on my computer logged into my favourite bb site. Yes I am gay and I've known it since I was 14 when I was seduced by the local vicar bit that is another story. As I was saying I was logged in and I was looking at the messages. I had no intentions of meeting but I did like to string people along. I played them along with messages and pictures and arranged meets which I had no intentions of going to. Just to piss them of. Watching the old trolls agree to anything thinking they were going to get my ass. I had been talking to 2 such guys on a regular basis and after I flaked on them for the umpteenth time and fed them another cock and bull story as to why I did not show up they were then trying to arrange another meet. Suckers it was not going to happen or not intentionally. As I said I was arrogant and when I sent the guys pictures they really were of me and clearly showed my face and body. If you got it flaunt it. Whilst only 5 foot I had a tight athletic body from years of swimming which I kept shaved. My cock was a respectable 7inches which looked massive on my small frame. I did look good and I used every opportunity I could to show off. So today was Friday and it was hot so I was walking through the park towards the local pool. I had my bag thrown over my shoulder and was wearing a pair of well fitted shorts and nothing else. There was a five sheen of sweat glistening of my well tanned body from the 90 degree heat. I was just exiting the park by the west gate when without warning a black van screached to a halt in front of me. The side doors flew open. Two guys jumped out and before I could react they had injected something into my neck and I had blacked out. The next thing I became aware of was waking up in a room strapped to some sort of bench, alone. It took me a while to clear my head and whilst I was securely tied I could see my surroundings. On the wall in front of me was a t v. There was a table over to my left with something on it but that was covered up and to my right there were some chains hanging from the ceiling but I could not make out what was hanging from them. As I tried desperately to try and break my bonds I suddenly became aware of a red dot in thr top corner of the room. I heard it before I saw it and then I realised it was a camera. I was being watched. I started to thrash about and scream to be let go but whomever had tied me up knew what they were doing. Then when I had all bit given up the television flicked on and someone started to talk. Good afternoon Tony, my name is Desmond but you will know me as sleazy skin. I am here with 3 other like minded people whom you have been in regular contact with. As it appears you have such a dramatic life where nothing goes to plan then we thought that for once we as your friends would make something happen as you planned. If you don't understand what I am talking about then look at the TV and I am sure it will jog your memery. On the screen suddenly appeared snap shots of conversations I had been having on the bb Web sites with 4 guys. I had been stringing them all along for months. I had told them all sorts of things, agreed to meet and never showed up. Oh boy I think I may be in trouble.....

Each guy is different, especially if you want to hit their second hole. I find missionary works with some, or even doggy with other. I usually pound and if I feel I ain't hitting that way I'll tell or just move my bottom bitch until I get past that second ring. Most tips will always appreciate ass to mouth. I sure do but if you get me hard again you have to take another fuck

Well, he had been sobbing; when we got into the garage and the door closed and the helmets came off ... he started openly bawling! I tried to get close but he started pushing me away until I pinned him against a wall and shoved my tongue in his mouth, kissing him until he seemed to calm down. "Zeb?" I asked, in what I hoped was a calm, supportive tone. "What's this about?" "Because I found you and you agreed to let me in, at least to try... and the first day I go and FUCK IT ALL UP!" "What?! Wait, because you fucked me? Zeb - that is NOT a problem!" He looked at me in disbelief. "I could tell Logan and I were about to lose it and start laughing; you saved the whole thing! And it's not like I have any hangups about getting fucked, especially by a nice uncut slab of meat like yours! You mentioned being willing to fill holes with my strain once you converted - I didn't realize that meant you had this kind of top side, pup; we're gonna have to make sure you've got a regular outlet for that!" He looked visibly calmer. "I- I didn't think I did, other than wanting to poz that bastard who raped me when I was 14." "It looks like you do. And a good thing, really; a man with a cock like yours shouldn't be a total bottom when there's such a shortage of tops in the world!" "You're really not mad... Papa?" "No, Zeb, I'm not. I'll tell you that most of the time I will be the one doing the fucking between us" - here he looked happier - "but like I said in our talk, I want a whole man as my partner and every so often - when Logan isn't here to do it - you can scratch the itch about 8" up my hole, and I'd love to watch you breeding other men. The other night you suggested I could whore you out; well now that might mean pounding some ass as well as getting yours plowed." "Yeah!" Logan exclaimed. "Once you poz up, I'd love to get some of my strain back from that big uncut tool of yours!" Zeb goggled at him. "YOU would let me fuck you?!" Logan rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, Zeb - how do you think I GOT this hot PrEP-busting nasty strain? I'm not taking any new poz loads until I make sure I've passed on the PrEP resistance, but I'm looking forward to the bikers I know back home pounding loads in my furry ass to welcome me back. And yeah, they know I'm poz - they just don't care." "And for that matter, Zeb - the first load you shoot after we confirm you're toxic is going to be balls deep in your Papa Bear's fuckhole to thank him for helping get you knocked up." "Okay, I bet you two will have more to talk about - but I've got more loads to plant before I'm done for the night. I think Zeb's up next." Logan leered at Zeb, groping his bulge. "Um... could we try something?" Zeb asked. Both Logan and I nodded, and he went on "I'd love to try getting both of you in me at once...." "You really think you can take both of these thick shanks, pup?" "I'm not sure, Papa - but I'd love to try. If I can't, we can just go back to one at a time... for now." In moments, we were back in my bedroom, clothes scattered everywhere; I laid on the bed and had Zeb straddling me, and he quickly sank all the way down on my shaft, then leaned forward until our chests touched, and tucked his face into the side of my neck. Logan started rubbing his dripping cockhead over where Zeb's hole stopped and the root of my cock showed and after a while he started working his way in, using his fingers to help open Zeb up... and finally I felt Logan's big cockhead pushing into Zeb alongside me. Zeb was grunting and moaning, and I cursed myself for an idiot, quickly grabbing a bottle of poppers and making Zeb take long deep snorts; Logan started making more progress, and once his cockhead pushed through the inner ring, it wasn't long before he was all the way in. "Fuckin' hell, Zeb - it's a rare pig who can take me AND my bug-brother at the same time! You are a world class piece of ass!" Logan exclaimed. I hugged Zeb tight to my chest and said "Breed my faggot, buddy. Knock him up with the same nasty strain you've been givin' me. Bond him to us forever and make him family." Zeb's cock was dripping all over my belly fur and he was moaning in pleasure as Logan started to plow. "Fuck me good, Uncle Logan!" That surprised me a bit, but realized he'd gotten the idea when Logan called me his 'bug brother'. "Ride me hard and fill me with your toxic seed!" "Uncle Logan - I like that! Comin' right up with the lethal load, nasty nephew! I'm gonna see if I can pound your hole just right so I can get your Papa Max off too!" Not wanting to disappoint Logan, I moved the pup's paws to my nipples and reminded him how I liked them worked, then grabbed his head and moved him so I could shove my tongue in his mouth. Between Logan's big dick sliding next to mine, my nips getting worked and tonguefucking Zeb's mouth, I was quickly on the brink; given this was likely my last load for the night I figured I didn't need to wait for Logan and went for it - breaking off the kiss and bellowing "OH FUCK YEAH!" as I started flooding Zeb's hole with my load; that set off Logan who started a merciless jackhammer fucking - making that awesome hot wet sloppy sound fucking a cum-filled hole does - and then rammed in as deep as he could go to add his septic seed to mine; Zeb wailed as he shot all over my belly fur. My dick had softened enough that with a little hip action I got it to snake out of Zeb's wrecked hole, and the sensation of my cockhead sliding along his post-cum sensitive shaft made Logan twitch, and he slowly withdrew from Zeb, then rolled off to one side on the bed. I noticed some red streaks on Logan's still-hard cum cannon and said "Looks like we did some damage; that should make sure the pup pozzes up good." Zeb looked over at Logan's cock then said "Thank you Papa! Thank you Uncle!" "Now then, get down there and clean up the mess you made all over my belly... then my crotch - and then you can clean off yer Unca." Zeb grinned, said "Yessir!" and got right to work. "Where does my next load go?" Logan asked. "Well, I think Zeb's hole has earned a break; I know you love planting your seed deep - but it's been a long time since you glazed my beard so I'd love to have you just pin me down and jerk off all over my face. After that - you know you can use my ass as much as you want." "Okay - but then later on I want you two to save your rank morning piss for me - want to soak my beard and fur so I'll be stinkin' really good on the ride home!" "Hell, it's gonna be a hot day - I don't like covering up that hot pelt of yours, but why not get dressed first and let us soak a t-shirt and jeans as well as your beard and the fur underneath?" "That's one of the things I love about you, Max - you're always pushin' things sleazier; sounds great to me!" "Speaking of sleazy - how about you grind that musky butt fur of yours into my beard and let me eat your hole to get you ready to cream my beard?" Without saying a word, Logan moved over and sat on my face; my tongue dove for his hole and I ate like a bear just out of hibernation. From the motion of the bed I figured something was going on and I managed to catch a reflection that showed me that Logan was deepthroating Zeb's meat. I ran my hands over Logan's powerful, hairy thighs as I rimmed him deep - and before long I felt him dripping big time into my fur. "Something else for Zeb to lick up later", I thought. Shortly after, Logan turned around, pinned my arms down with his knees and started double-fisting his cock right in my face; Zeb reached around him from behind to work his nipples and I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth, waiting for my treat. Logan adjusted position and his stream of precum started pouring into my open mouth. "Here it comes, you filthy cum whore - your beard will smell like my seed for days!" "Give it to me, fire that cum cannon point blank!" "AAAARGGGGGHHH!" and I felt big splats of cum on my chin, cheeks ... all over my face including my forehead, and a couple good shots into my open mouth. As the barrage ended, I opened my eyes and sucked the last of the load out of Logan's cock. Zeb had found a small mirror and held it up so I could see the heavy splatter of thick cum drenching my beard. "Fuckin' hell, buddy - if that's how you're still cumming after so much sex, I've gotta have you do this sometime when you haven't gotten off for a few days!" I rubbed the load in and tidied my beard, wiping the residue into my chest fur. "My beard will be like a rock in the morning, but it's worth it!" "You wear it well, fucker." I slipped under the covers and the others took the hint - we stacked like spoons; Zeb the little one, Logan the big one and me in the middle. As it worked out, Logan gave me two more fast pump 'n dump loads during the night - the man's incredible.

we sit around for a little while. He makes me a sandwich and lucozade. I only eat 2 bites of the sandwich but down the drink. After a little while he asks if i want to go back with him. I want to but im still a little unsteady. As its winter and starting to get dark a short walk through the carpark at the weekend appearing drunk wouldnt be unusual,,,so he says so we make our way back. After an awkward elevator ride with a couple and an elderly lady we get back to his place to find its a hive of activity minus the ladyboy who started the whole thing off. I make a beeline for the his bedroom but its in use so i hit the bathroom for a few minutes. I feel my hole and its still wet with spunk. As the throbbing of my Sphincter is in overdrive i undress and start to finger myself. I spy a arm sized cock shaped black dildo in the bathtub/shower. I try to see if it fits and before i know it im falling around the bathroom trying to fit a treetrunk in a keyhole...i never managed it but the banging around resulted with a knock on the door. Its my brazilian host asking if im ok and telling me to come inside. I genuinely forget im naked when i enter the sitting room. There are 7 people in the room chatting, watching porn, on phones, drinking, smoking (2 pipes on the go) I find out in a little while there are 2 in the bedroom and myself. Some stare, a couple smile then they go back to their business. Theyre are all Brazialians and one eastern european. All but 1 are full or part time escorts Im later told. After a few minuted 3 of them head off somewhere. The bedroom has emptied...a john leaves and it turns out the other person in the room was a black Brazilian TV escort on the job. My host asks if i want a bump, i accept and he starts getting 2 bumps together while i get a few hits on the pipe. I feel 100% again. Another supply was dropped off. My host wont allow me to pitch in stating im his guest. We head to the room to bump because its easier on the bed. Another 2 head off with their supply leaving Myself, my host, the TV escort, the eastern european guy whos a part time escort 4 brazilians 2 of which are a couple. A few drinks of G make the rounds and we all get a shot. By now slams are made up and people are in various stages of undress. The couple are making out and when we come out after our bump go to the bedroom with a pipe . Something i realise when i look around the room. brazilians have huge cocks and the eastern european guy is the biggest of them all. Its the thickest cock ive ever seen. It looks like i get first go on the slam. I go to the bathroom and drop the bump. I start washing my asshole and notice the tv and marcus watching me we exchange smiles. I thought they were going to fuck me right there but the hand be a blindfold and tell me its ready. I put the blindfold on and they lead me back to the sitting room. As i sit down i feel someone start sucking me off and Im hard instantly. I can see out a gap in the bottom of the blindfold. She lies me down as someone ties my arm she switches betweek sucking my cock and earing my asshole. She sees me peeking out the gap and smiles. I lie backas the slam moves throughout my body like an electric current. Its so strong that i grab my ankles and start sucking in air. my legs are almost behund my head. someone in holding them and i feex a hard push against my body its white skin, its marcus and he pushed into my asshole in one push i let out a half shout and he covered my mouth. He then starts pulling all the way out and thrusting all the way in. someone else is holding my ankles over my head. It feels very tight, stretched to its limit. i thought he tore me open. he keeps thrusting in and pulling all the way out. hes enjoying it, the slam is blowing my mind his cock starts to feel amazing. i grab his ass and pull him into me . The tv takes off the blindfold and starts kissing me, her tongue is muscular and gentle. i feel blissfull. Marcus stops fucking me and she licks her fingers inserting them into her ass as she continues to kiss me. When shes ready she takes my throbbing cock and slowly sits on it. She is soft, loose and moist Her anal pussy feels welcoming. Maruc feeds me his cock to clean. I can taste my own blood on his coc. I am beyond caring. He stops and takes a slam from my host. I look across and the 2 brazilian guys they are switching between toys and fisting. As I start ejaculating inside the tv the 2 brazilian guys smile over. i ask my host for some G and he obliges one of the brazilian guys holds up 2 fingers and my host nods. The tv kisses me and whispers that she loves my seed. She goes over to marcus who is freshly slammed and starts kissing him. My host gives me the G and I down it in one go. My host starts sucking my now limp cock which is covered in tv juices. I tell him I feel the g coming on. He stops whispers to me they are a couple and toxic he kisses me on the lips and said everyone in the room is. i look over at the 2 brazilian guys who are slamming. Im playing with my ass as they smile back at me. Marcus is fucking the tv, my host is on the internet and the couple are in the bedroom.

Last weekend I decided to rent a room in a nearby city. I posted a few ads online saying that I was looking to take some cock. I left it up to them if they wanted annon or not. I got several messages, so I was hoping for a decent turn out. The first guy was a cute 30 something. Thin with an 8in. He came in and we stripped. I spent maybe 10 minutes working his tool orally until he moved around behind me. He pushed in and started fucking like an animal doggie style. Eventually he shot a nice thick load in me. He dressed and left. I checked my cell and found two other guys (45 and 38) that wanted to come over. After a few minutes talking, they agreed to meet together. A few mins later, I have one in my ass and one in my mouth. They both switch positions until I have both of their loads filling up my hole. It slowed down for a while. I had a guy in his 50s, but nothing special to mention. He was nice, but just wanted a bj. Around 8, I got a message from a hot 25 yo black guy that said he was high and horny as fuck. I said come on over and I'd help him out. He came over and had a huge 10in cock. I quickly switched on slut mode and went to my knees. I worked on him for a half hour before he said he was ready to fuck my brains out. I got into the bed and layed on my back. He lubed up and started pushing into me. It's been a while since I felt that full. He started fucking me like I was his bitch. And I guess I was. We spent the next hour with him tearing my guts up. I was in heaven and didn't notice him texting. Eventually, two of his buddy's showed up, both his age and both with huge dicks. He asked about my limits and I said do what you want. And they did. They doing the rest of the night tag taking me, fucking me until I almost passed out. It was amazing.

It had occurred to me that Burnout was about half an hour from the bar we planned to have our public display in, so I told Logan and Zeb to go on ahead and text me when they thought there were getting to be enough people there; I may as well stay where I was rather than hiding in an alley or some shit like that. Sadly, despite firing up a big Asylum 13 8x80 (out on their huge patio adjoining the parking lot) that sparked a few casual conversations with other cigar smokers, I didn't pick up on any actual carnal interest - though one of the handsome, big-bearded, bare-chested and well built young bikers I'd been enjoying watching got pantsed by a troublemaker at one point, revealing a gloriously furry ass crack, and a BIG ole uncut cock flopping around while he was trying to get his shorts back up. I couldn't resist calling up my foghorn voice and I bellowed out, "BOY, did that backfire!" The snickering faded; the dude who'd done it turned and glared at me, with most of the rest of the people looking at me curiously. I pointed at the jerk and said "You just showed ALL these ladies a reason they might want to get to know him better!" That set off a roar of laughter that sent the perp skulking back to the inside bar; the target - huge grin splitting his thick beard - bought me a shot and thanked me... before a clutch of women dragged him away to dance. I may not have gotten to enjoy him personally, but just knowing I'd be in his head while he did the Horizontal Bop later on was a fun little thrill. It was over an hour before I got a text telling me that the crowd was finally starting to build and I should come on ahead. I finished my soda and headed out. When I got there, the parking lot was nearly full - though fortunately there was still space in the bike parking, even though some entitled shit had encroached on it with a car. Since they'd gotten there when the place was dead, they had gotten seats at the bar right next to where one ordered drinks. Lots of eyes were on me as I strode into the bar, handed my helmet to the bartender to hang from one of the hooks and ordered a Jack & Coke - at which point Logan roared "PUT IT ON MY TAB!" I could almost hear the thoughts hoping that we were "just friends" as I unzipped my jacket, and I actually DID hear a collective sigh of disappointment as Logan reached inside my jacket to hug me, and rammed his tongue into my mouth. Both he and Zeb had already doffed their jackets - presumably to tantalize the crowd even further with their pheromones - and I felt Zeb helping slip mine off as Logan and I tongue-rassled. I broke the kiss, demolished half the drink in one gulp and then did the same stretch pose as I had in the Burnout's pisser - except this time I wound up with Logan and Zeb burying their muzzles in my rank wet pits, making happy animal sounds as they sniffed, slurped and wallowed. After musking up their beards, they both pulled back; Logan told Zeb "Get the jackets, boy" and led me out to the patio, and then back into the area screened off by a cinder block wall about 4 feet high, topped with trellis grid and lots of plants, and the way the lighting was set up made it practically impossible to see what was going on behind. Zeb moved one of the little drinks tables over where it would always be in eyeshot of one of us and carefully stacked our jackets on it. As Logan started unbuckling my belt, I could tell that there were voyeurs starting to gather; one pulled out his phone as if to start taking photos or video - but one of the bar staff noticed, grabbed the phone out of his hand and hustled him away. After popping open the fly snaps on my leather pants, Logan waved Zeb over and said, "Get his hole ready, boy; I'm gonna RIDE this ba'ar!" Zeb started working my leather pants down as I said "Oh, you think so, do you?" "I know so, buddy. And I'm not just gonna ride that fine furry fuckhole of yours, I'm gonna breed it balls deep - but before I do, you're gonna be beggin' for my hot load." Zeb had gotten my pants down below my knees, and I crouched just a bit to make it easier for him to get his tongue up my hole. It really wasn't necessary - I was well used to taking Logan and with all the precum he leaked it wasn't like I needed any spit for lube - but it made for a better spectacle in the bar. Zeb's tongue was well up in my hole and my own cock was starting to stiffen and drip into my filthy jock. Logan's hands hadn't been idle, popping fly buttons on his greasy 501s and working that big three-piece set out through the snug hole. "Yeah, look at that big meat pumpin' lube - it wants up your fuckhole bad, buddy... but why don't you take a taste of it first?" Logan shoved my face down to his crotch (there were some gasps in the onlookers) and I started licking his sweaty balls as his cock drooled over the side of my beard. I licked my way up his shaft to the drooling head... and then swallowed him to the root. That definitely got the attention of the voyeurs! "Fuuuuuck, pig - I knew you were hungry but that surprised even me!" (Not really - Logan loved that I could deep throat him.) "Time to try the other end! Find something of his to suck on, boy!" Logan spun me around, and I braced myself on the cinder block wall. He could have just rammed in with one good shove - but we'd decided to make more of a show of it. He got about a third in when I grunted. "C'mon, fuck pig - open that hole! You know you want this grizzly biker in ya!" He rocked his hips back and forth and then shoved again, getting another third in, and I grunted even more sharply. "C'mon, ya fuckhole - open that cumdump and let this grizzly cock in!" Zeb started working my nipples with both hands while he slobbered over my cock, still inside the ripe jock pouch, and I gave a moan of "acquiescence" and Logan rammed the rest of the way in. "That's it, slut, take that big biker cock! Yeah! If you're gonna look like a biker and stink like a biker, you better be ready to get fucked like one!" "Oh, I am - I'm just waiting for the hard-fucking BIKER to show up!" "WHAT?! I'll show you, ya hairy ass faggot!" Logan went into overdrive and really did start slamming it to me ... just the way I like. I can do gentle when I top, but when I bottom... I really do want to feel it for a few days afterward. It took me a moment to realize I was rock hard - just thoroughly sheathed in Zeb's throat, with him backing off just enough to breathe every so often. I turned my head as if I were stretching my neck, but it was as much to get a sense of what was going on around us; there were people up against the partition listening to what we were doing, quite a few behind the partition with us and most of those were jerking off - a few guys had started to drop to their knees to suck cock. There was a large cluster of people near the entrance to the space who for some reason were just jammed up there - they wanted to see, but somehow didn't want to enter the "sex zone", which I found weird. Suddenly, one of the most masculine and sexy of the bar staff appeared - about 5'10, broad shouldered and burly, with a thick brown chest pelt, furry forearms, unibrow and a huge Wade Neff moustache over a short beard plus a thick meaty bulge in his crotch and a gorgeous round muscular butt - and I thought "oh, crap - we're gonna get shut down" - but he set a fresh Jack & Coke on the edge of the wall near my right hand, and had beers for Zeb and Logan. "Compliments of the management," he whispered. "You guys are what we want more of. I'll be around; let me know if you need anything. I already took care of that jackass trying to take pictures." I whispered back "Could you turn the lights up out here just a little? Let 'em see what's going on a little better?" He grinned, said "Sure thing!" and moved off. Sure enough, the lights gradually got a bit brighter - not too bright, but so the crowd could actually see Logan's glistening thick cock pounding my hole, not just infer it from his thrusting ass. I reached down and pulled my cock out of Zeb's throat. "Drop trou, piglet; if he's going to fuck me - I'm going to fuck YOU!" Logan put up an argument for appearance, but eventually I was able to say "Shut up and fuck; you may not want your boy on my cock, but I'm balls deep in him now so clearly HE wants it!" Finally, I said "Yeah, cum in my ass...!" "I told you that you'd beg for it!" "Cum in my ass, because that'll make me breed your piglet!" That set off a huge round of filthy talk I don't recall exactly, so nasty it seemed to get off several of the men jerking their meat nearby. Finally, Logan bellowed "YEAH, FAGGOT! TAKE MY FILTHY SEED!" and started shooting his load as deep as he could. As promised, I soon after blew my own load ... slightly more quietly ... balls deep in Zeb: "Take my nut, boy - yeah, your biker's gonna slide into you using MY cream for lube tonight! AAAAGH! Yeah!" As I was cumming, Logan pulled out, his big cockhead sending a jolt through me as it popped through my ring, and he splattered his last shot all over the back of the black sleeveless muscle shirt I was wearing, and quickly followed that up with a huge gush of piss. "Yeah, faggot! Take THAT for breedin' my boy!" The queens were scattering at the spray of piss, and I pulled out of Zeb, turned around and gave it back to Logan - right in the face! "You're gonna piss on me? Take that ya filthy stinkin' boar-hog! Maybe some of my hot piss will clean you off some!" "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" At that point, Zeb surpised us both; both Logan and I were about to ruin the scene by busting out laughing when Zeb shoved me forward into Logan's arms and yelled, "Hold him, Sir!" Logan instinctively clutched me in a bear hug, and the next thing I knew... Zeb had rammed his hard uncut meat balls deep into me! "Yeah, boy! That's my piglet! Fuck this dirty faggot for your Biker Bear!" I started grunting and Logan kept bellowing out encouragement and it wasn't long before Zeb planted his seed in me. He pulled back and leaned against the wall, still looking dazed by the time Logan let me go and I turned around. Logan and I quickly flanked him and we were pulling ourselves together when the hot barman came over and said "I hate this, but you guys better get gone; I overheard some damn queen calling the police about you." We rapidly put ourselves together - muttering imprecations at each other for the audience's benefit as the few watching who hadn't yet cum finished themselves off - and left; the hot barman had our helmets and Logan's card ready for us as we left the patio, and I gave him a big cash tip and one of my trick cards. On the way back home, Zeb clung to me like a barnacle and I could have sworn he was sobbing, but I couldn't imagine why.

I did not write this. I found it long ago on the BBexchange site. I think it's hot as fuck. (Warning: extreme, snuff discussed)) BROTHERHOOD CIRCLE (or Never Fall In Love With Your Gifter) by Anonymous As was their regular practice, Rick and the Boys arrived an hour before the meeting to setup the hall. As soon as they entered the room, Todd and Chris pealed off their clothes and tossed them under the card table near the door, then helped Rick pull out the chairs for the "Brotherhood Circle" the muscles of their hot young bodies rippling under their taut skin as they moved and stretched around the room. Rick fought the impulse to get down on his knees and suck Todd's incredibly beautiful Prick as he had done on a number of occasions. The sight and sound of its growing girth slapping against Todd's muscled thigh sent Rick's own organ stirring beneath his trousers. Setting-up always gave Rick a twinge of sexual excitement, as the meetings were always a surprise, and always hot. At one point Chris stopped Rick in mid-stride and kiddingly started tugging at his belt. "You're not gonna let us be the only ones in our birthday suits, are you?" he joked. At which point his partner reached over and pulled Rick's loose fitting T-shirt up over his head. Now that he was full-blown, Rick was embarrassed by his body, the changes, his loss of muscle tone, the extreme weight loss. It never ceased to amaze him how other guys thought he was so damn hot. He was very plain looking, but ever since he started loosing weight and showing symptoms, many of the guys couldn't keep their hands off him. And not just Chasers who were after any infected Cum they could get, either. He couldn't believe how some incredibly hot men wanted him. Like Todd and Chris and quite a few others. And then there was Paul, incredibly humpy Paul. "Funny, but now that I'm finally getting sick, sex is fucking incredible!" he mused and helped the Boys put the chairs out into a large circle. "How many chairs do you think we'll need tonight?", the blonde asked. Todd looked at this partner contemplatively and replied "last week we had 26” I know Greg and Bill are planning on coming and a few other guys I talked to on-line are gonna be here. Better put out ten more." "That's a lot of Buggers!" Chris quipped, "Man, that's a lot of Buggers!" The three men laughed. In the "old days" Rick did all this work himself. In fact, he helped form the group three years ago with just three other men, meeting in each other's apartments, talking about how they wanted to Convert. Fearful at first of sharing their wish to get AIDS with other men, and their desire to ultimately die from the disease. Sucking each other off; fucking each other in long, sweaty marathons that would last well into the next afternoon. Getting tested together. Even dying. Once they had the large circle of chairs completed, Todd walked over to the corner and began pulling-out large padded vinyl mats into an area on one side of the room. As he did so, the muscles of his back flexed as did those of his tight bubble ass. From across the room Rick admired how the soft hairs caressed Todd's ass cheeks, accentuating the wonderfully dark and inviting fissure that Rick's tongue and Penis knew so well. This was Todd's favorite part of the evening: the "Fellowship." Chris joined his husband in setting up this area. The naked young men teased each other and laughed as they moved several large laminated black cubes out and placed them strategically among the mats. Chris opened a large metal storage cabinet and removed several large bowls of Vaseline and tubes of lube, which he set out on the cubes. Todd reached in to the cabinet and pulled out three baskets of black butt plugs, stacking them in his arms and securing them with his chin, stepping back and forth like an unsure juggler, his Cock flapping in a wide arch in the air as he tip-toes toward the cubes.. "Can't forget these babies!" he said to his husband, balancing the baskets under his chin as his balls swung back and forth. "I knew that you wouldn't forget your favorite toys!" his young husband chuckled back in response, sticking a finger into Todd's eager young rectum then licking his finger with a loud "Yum!". The "Fellowship" evolved from the two hour long "Brotherhood Circle" during which time men would give their own personal testimonials, talked, shared feelings and generally supported each other in worshiping the Virus. Often they supported each other to the point of ejaculation and as mutual jerk-off and sucking became more and more commonplace it was felt that these actions were becoming rather disruptive to the main reasons for the group, so a second component, the "Fellowship" was devised so that, once aroused, men could enjoy fluid exchange in a "no-holds-barred" atmosphere. The testimonials then served a dual purpose: they helped the men feel comfortable with getting and receiving the Bug and made them aroused enough to do something about it after the general meeting. Once they witnessed the Brotherhood Circle, few men did not stay for the Fellowship, which was Todd's favorite part of the evening. Conspicuously absent from the Fellowship play area were any tissues or paper towels. The group frowned on such things and insisted that all ejaculates be made into an orifice, usually a rectum or a hungry mouth. Cum - especially POZ Cum - was regarded as sacred and should not be defamed by being wasted. Any "spillage" was to be licked-up off the matte, floor, cubes or from other men's bodies. This was Todd's favorite assignment and he would spend quite a bit of time at the conclusion of the evening on all fours, Cum infused ass high in the air, licking-up any "accidents". Todd also spent a good part of his time making sure that men had plenty of "accidents". He was a hot sight indeed, his virile young body moving on all fours among the naked men, licking and sucking Cum from any surface, being mounted by yet another hot POZ Prick, till his thigh's glistened with revelries of sticky Infected Nuclear Man Milk. The Sacred Croak Cream would slowly trail its way out over his hairy young ass, down his thigh's, his hairy legs, then would drip down onto the black mat, to be reverentially licked and ingested by another group member, also on all fours, licking up any new ejaculates. At the conclusion of the meeting, Chris would come over to his husband, embrace him and insert one of the butt plugs between his violated ass cheeks to make sure that any new viral strains would be held captive inside his husband's firm young buttocks. Todd liked nothing better then to go home with his boyfriend on the subway, butt plug firmly planted up in his ass, damning-up all that bubbling Death Seed. Todd would sit on the subway car, feeling the plug slowly inch up his violated ass, pushing millions squirming deadly Sperm cells into his eager system. Todd would sit with a lewd smile on his face, patches of coagulated Cum dotting his neatly trimmed goatee, his arm over Chris's shoulder, hugging him close. Another hot night. Another chance to get that one final lethal injection that they each lusted after. Another chance for yet more AIDS cells to multiply within him, to incubate and exchange with his sweet husband. The group grew slowly over the last couple of years and Rick became the default leader. Once he did manage to convert to HIV Positive, there was no stopping him. Even the bouts with the flu, pneumonia and other setbacks didn't keep him from participating. In fact, despite his modest looks, he found that his popularity skyrocketed along with his Viral Load. Thin even when he was in his best of health, the Virus now accentuated his nerdish looks, large nose, oily, unkempt black hair and big brown plastic glasses with perpetually soiled lenses. But the men wanted him. Big time. He tried to structure the group; make it into something other then a fuck club. A place were Chasers could find support and Gifters could help them make the transition in a supportive and understanding way and indiscriminately share their Infection with the nervous newcomers. Originally, he wanted this to be a support group with no sexual activity, except periodically scheduled ritual inseminations. But men are men and boys are boys and gradually the group - and Rick - loosened-up a bit and "fluid exchange" became a regular component of the meetings. The group really took-off when Chris and Todd got involved. Rick met Todd on line in a bareback chat room and invited him to a meeting. That's where Todd met Chris and it was love at first sight. Both the "boys" as Rick referred to them, were then Chasers, Chris being the most forward and adventurous of the two. During that first meeting, Chris sat next to an older guy who announced that his doctor told him he was dying from AIDS. (and who in fact act did die three months later.) Chris casually began massaging the man's dick during the meeting, leaning over to suck it, play with his balls, pinch his nipples. Even though it was announced that sex was prohibited during the sessions, Chris nonchalantly got up and sat on the guy's throbbing cock, facing the group. He slowly went up and down on the man's Infected Bug Blaster while the man's hairy arms rubbed Chris's torso up in down in silent admiration, the hairy forearms a stark contrast to the young man's smooth well muscled chest and abdomen. With several of the men beating off in silent accompaniment, the man finally came with a loud sigh during meeting announcements. Chris casually got off the still throbbing Prick and sat back down in his seat, infected Bug Juice oozing out of his incredible ass onto the metal seat of his chair. Chris spent the rest of the meeting playing with the man's limp cock, gathering up the oozing Fuck Cream in his fingers and nonchalantly inserting it back into his hot young hole. During that night's Fellowship, Todd made a beeline to the Chris and the older man and confessed that he too wanted what Chris got. Chris teased him while he knelt before the old man, hungrily gobbling his infected Prick, bringing it to attention. Chris coaxed the hot young man to mount the rigid Death Stick and take his first Infected Load. Both young men bathed the man with their tongues, worshiping his dying body, eating out each other's newly bred asses for all the men to enjoy. Chris coaxed Todd to join him and the man at his apartment for a more intimate breeding session, which Todd eagerly accepted. During that weekend and on subsequent nights, the two young studs wore the old man out, but took several loads of infected Croak Cream. At the next meeting the following week, Todd and Chris announced to the group that they were "going steady." Of course their interpretation of "going steady" meant that they were going to get infected together and were regular little pigs about it. Chris converted 7 weeks later and Todd was not too far behind. They moved in together and became regular fixtures at the Men's Circle Fellowship as the group became known. They even requested a "commitment ceremony" and asked the old man if he would mount each of them during the festivities, depositing one of his final loads into them as Chris showered hot obscenities into his ear and dozens of men stood and knelt around, beating off enthusiastically. It pleased the newly weds very much to know that the old man who was first to breed them died only two months after their "marriage." Now the boys were in a race to see which one would get the most lethal strain of HIV. Rick had his money on Chris, though Todd was not feeling too well lately. "Such gorgeous guys!", Rick thought to himself as the two lath young bodies rippled with every bend and gesture, their sizeable Dicks flapping around in the air, slapping against their muscular thighs as they walked. "Too bad they won't see 30. Not even 24!" Todd and Chris made themselves the unofficial greeters for the group and they manned their stations at the card table, setting out the name tags they had designed on Todd's computer, featuring a biohazard symbol and a plus sign, a minus sign and a question mark. They would enter the guest's name on the tag with a felt tip pen, and circle the sign that corresponded to the guest's HIV status. Most men knew the routine. There was always a lot of hugging and kissing as the boys would welcome a friend or past fuck partner. They would open the man's shirt or pull it over his head jokingly, and place a nametag on his bare chest, making sure that the guys with the hairiest chests got their tags placed on good and firmly, so that it would cause more then a little discomfort when they were ripped off at the end of the evening. As most men that they were expected to strip for the meeting and put their clothes under their chairs, but men who wished to remain fully (or partially clothed could do so and were not pressured.) Some men preferred not to strip, usually new comers. But upon seeing these two incredibly beautiful young men greeting them at the door, most men willingly - and often rather earnestly -disrobed with out any encouragement. Rick busied himself with some of the paper work and announcements for the meeting as the men began arriving. He noticed there was a line at the door and Todd was on his knees playfully rimming out a new arrival, who was bent over the table writing his name on a tag. "Hey, what about me!" Chris chided and got down on his knees next to his partner and playfully pushed him away, inserting his face into the man's hairy crack. Todd pulled the man's ass cheeks closed on his boyfriend's face and the men in the line chuckled. "Next!" Chris called-out as he stood up to tend to his duties, his face wet with ass juice. "Let me have some of that!" an older gentleman with gray hair responded as he leaned over the table, putting his arm around Chris' neck, pulling him close, licking the boy's face and chin. "Hey Doc!" Todd responded. "How's tricks, Doc?" The Doctor disengaged a deep French kiss from the blonde's mouth and responded: "I think that they're fine, just fine!" nodding toward a tall young man standing next to him, with a muscle shirt and large chain choker around his neck. The young man was hot as hell, as were all of the Doc's other "nephews." Doc Dan was a regular fixture at the meetings. Dispensing advice and plenty of chemical stimulants, Virus and anything else "his boys" needed. Thanks to Doctor Dan, so many of the group members progressed rapidly, having the time of their (young) lives. Fucking like animals until their untimely end. In fact, so many of Doctor Dan's boys died of AIDS that the group members jokingly referred to him as Doc Death, not without irony, and not without admiration. "How are my best patients?" the older man asked the young couple. "You guys need any more stuff?" "If we got any more, we'd fuck our brains out!" Todd responded wryly, referring to the Doctor's reputation of supplying group members with high potency aphrodisiacs. "He already cum 7 times a day, Doc," Chris told the Doctor, putting his arm around his husband's neck and kissing his cheek. Todd's rigid Cock twitched in involuntary response. Todd added: "But maybe you can help Chris get re-Bugged? He really wants to get a lethal dose." "Well, Kenny here is bubbling-over with a new strain that I just got from Europe. Let's talk and plan something at the Clinic" their physician offered. The young couple nodded in agreement, eyeing the Doctor's young "nephew" appreciatively. The fellow nodded without any indication of emotion on his face. Chris handed the young man his name tag as Kenny peeled-off his shirt. A extremely large red circle was marked prominently around the "+" sign on the tag. "Just so we all know were the good juice is," Chris joked to the stud, who didn't seem interested in anything that was said; he just stood and rubbed the growing lump in his pants, eyeing Chris suggestively. Next in line was a young red-haired college boy, whose timid, naive manner made Todd and Chris perk-up their Peckers. "Welcome!" Chris greeted, leaning over the table and kissing the redhead on the lips. "You're new!" The boy averted Chris's gaze and looked down. "Your name?" Todd asked. "Stephen." "Status?" "Neg." "Not for long!" Chris teased in response. The student blushed. "He's so cute," Chris commented to his husband, making the boy blush even more. "Can we screw him, honey?" Todd smiled and helped the redhead remove his shirt, and placed the nametag on his chest. "Nice" Todd commented appreciatively, rubbing his bare hand on the boy's smooth chest. A man behind the boy reached around him and undid his belt and loosened his jeans, which dropped around the redhead's ankles. Todd pulled the kid's briefs down to his kneels and whistled as he examined the growing Cock in his hands. "This is nice too!" Todd offered. The man started kneading the boy's ass, while Todd jerked the Cock to erection. He Frenched the boy who melted in Todd's arms. The Boys seemed to have that effect on a lot of new comers. "Take a seat and we'll be over later. Save a chair on each side of you," the student was instructed as he stepped out of his clothes and gathered them up in his arms. The redhead walked to an empty chair, his veiny red Cock arching unabashedly in front of him, like some large, lewd, aroused snake. The large mushroom head grew bright crimson and the veins began to grow and throb. Shinny, drops of Boy Dew began to droll out of the opening. "Whew!" one of the older men whistled a daddy type with large mustache and a stomach to match. The boy's fleshy pink ass jiggled as he walked across the hall, making the Daddy's Pecker seep Man dew appreciatively. The man could anticipate the moist warm receptacle that the boy's body offered and, catching the Daddy's glance, the boy blushed nervously "You want to get Knocked-up real fast, baby?" the daddy asked the boy. "I can give it to you right now, come'ere!" The boy nervously sat down, holding his clothes in his lap to hide his growing shame. "Leave the boy alone, Hank," another older man scolded, "He's nervous. Give him time. Let him enjoy it." "Don't worry, we won't let anybody POZ you till you're ready." The second man was an effeminate type, mid-50's. He walked over to the boy's chair and, standing behind him, he started to pat his freckled back, rubbing, them massaging the taut skin, as his own engorged cockhead left wet trails along the back of the boy's neck. "You can go when you want to go, baby. Trust me. It will be incredible." "You have plenty of time for that Death Fuck; You DO want your Death Fuck, don't you." The boy stared as if he did not hear the question, but he gradually relaxed. "That's it, relax. Put those clothes under your chair and let us see what you brought us. The boy obediently did as he was told, sitting now totally naked and exposed, his knees knocked together more from the cold air then from fear. "You're a beauty," the older man said, reaching down over the boy's shoulder and grabbing the incredibly large Red Erection, squeezing pre-Cum from the head. "You want to Convert, don't you baby? " the effeminate man cooed at the newcomer. This time, the student nodded in agreement. "That's all you can think of, isn't it?" The boy nodded again, his hungry young Cock visibly jerking larger as he nodded. The boy wanted it. Bad. If these people only know how much. "Well, you just relax, sit back and enjoy the meeting. You'll be beggin' for it by the time we're through with you tonight!" The boy did what he was told and sat back and relaxed, less nervous about his Erection, but still shy, fearful and inhibited. He looked around the room, there were now about 20 men seated, almost all of them naked, most with hard-ons. Some sitting and talking to their neighbors or other naked men who stood around in small clusters. Most of the men had erections, some were actually dripping worse then he was. The boy marveled at the beauty of men's bodies, how their erect Cocks bobbed in the air before them when they walked like some profane flag. How the Dew glistened from their immense swollen tips, announcing their readiness to copulate, inseminate, to create life - and in his case he hoped - to destroy it. The boy sat mesmerized. His angry red Cock bobbing and swaying in front of him, poking out proudly from the crop of bushy red pubic hair like some hungry demon, demanding satisfaction and pulling him after it into a lustful and inevitable abyss of pleasurable self destruction. Some men were sitting, legs apart, slowly massaging their Fuck Poles. One man in particular, who looked like he was in his late 30's, was incredibly hot and masculine. Buzz cut, hairy chest, nice thick thighs, hairy legs. Nothing on but gym socks. He sat back in his chair, pelvis arched forward, slowly jerking off what the kid thought was an eight incher, staring directly at the kid from his seat across the large circle. All that evening, the man didn’t take his eyes off the redhead. The boy actually started to get beads of sweat on his forward not knowing how to react, feeling scrutinized. He would look away, then jab a quick look back to see if the man was still staring. And he was. The boy kept playing that game until, halfway through the meeting he gave up and give in to the man, the boy opened his legs, arched his timid, unschooled pelvis forward and let his hungry, young red Cock take control. He ceased averting the man's gaze. He became captured. He began to beat off with the man, staring into those deep, dark eyes. The boy did not know it, but that night he set eyes on the man who was going to kill him. Literally. And, in just a few hours he would be actually begging the man to do it. In fact, demanding that the man infect him, fuck his hole, kill him with his Infected, Deadly, Mother Fucken' Cum. Breed Him. Make him his Death Pig. He was the Man's Whore Boy. He would give everything, his body, his health, his life to the man, just to give the man a few minutes of carnal pleasure. He wanted the man's Seed. In his passion and submission, the boy would finally scream it for all the men to hear: "Give it to me!! Give my you Cum, Man. I want it. I want AIDS. Please give me AIDS. Kill me Man, Kill my Fucken Hole." The man would not only loosen the boy's virgin neg ass, his beautiful young body, but his entire soul. By the end of the night, the man would have the boy spewing profanities that he never could even think before. By the end of the night, the boy would fall hopelessly and impossibly in love with Ned, his Gifter and his Sweet Murderer. Ned. Former college linebacker. Former Marine. Former cost accountant with the High Mount School District, now on medical leave. Full-blown Ned. Lethal Ned. Breeder Ned. "You should never fall in love with your Gifter," the boy would have been told had he cared to listen during the meeting. And never fall in love with Ned, Stephen. Certainly not Ned. "We could tell you stories, Steve" the group would have warned him. "Let Ned fuck you if you want, but don't let him fuck you over." But, once Ned's stare had the boy transfixed, he was a goner. It was only a matter of time, till Ned would have him impaled on his Throbbing Croak Stick, blasting Liquid Death into the boy's soft young buns. It would only be a matter of time till the boy would become infected, go full-blown, and begin to whither away, all the while hoping beyond hope that Ned would return, it not his love, at least his phone calls. It was only a matter of time. When Ned set his gaze on the boy, the countdown began. The clock began ticking. The boy’s life began slipping away. He now had a limited time left. 27 months, 14 days to be exact, before Ned's hungry Seed claimed yet another young victim. All of his parents plans for him, a career, a good long healthy life, all of them were now derailed by that hot Ex-Marine's eyes and mesmerizingly fat Death Stick. But even if the redhead would have known all these things, it would not have dissuaded him from showering that evening, brushing his hair, putting on his hottest pair of jeans, stuffing his sizeable Cock into his briefs and taking the subway to Mill Creek Station Number 7, to 1345 Cannel Street. It would not have dissuaded him from opening that door and entering into the Men's Circle Fellowship. Not in the least. Like a drowsy sleepwalker, the boy knew exactly what he was doing when he followed-up on that blast mail. He set his own clock and his body embraced Ned's gaze with all its soul. The countdown had begun.

So finally it happened....my hole/cunt is now addicted to sperm. As you can read from the above post, i've been waiting quite long for a proper gangbang...so i've chosen to attend to this hot event. After a long trip i finally arrived in Berlin and joined a friend (pig top), who introduced be to Berlin. I'll skip the less important part...let's get to the gang(s). Fickstutenmarkt When I arrived I was a bit concerned...there was a lot of people...i mean a lot. But in the end that's what i was hoping for (and my friend went too as a top) so i took my red hood, and got placed in what i was told it was the main area...GOOD. Ass up, face down....love it. My friend said the place was packed and there were 5 red hoods, and as soon as the first cock entered in my ass, i got fucked no-stop until the "show" ended. I did not need lube since i had already 6 loads before the beginning. That was awesome....i guess i got fucked by around 25/30guys...i lost the count. It was a constant hard and deep fuck. I went for a 15 minutes pause about 90 minutes after the beginning....i could feel my ass was already unable to keep the cum inside :P. The only other breaks were when i was moved in another place, to do DPs and whatever. Some guys did fuck me for some time and shoot their load inside....some just used me to quickly deposit their loads. There was a moment where i think there were a lot of guys queued around me to load me up, i was able to touch their cocks, while i was getting throatfucked. That drove me crazy :P. Having my friend in there was great to get all the details of what happened. Towards the end i felt a huge cock entering inside my ass...it was a BBC churning the milk inside my ass, i could actually feel the sound. Also loved the hung guy who asked me if i wanted his toxic load in German...i begged for it. Towards the end i was tired....but i was still horny...maybe even hornier than the beginning, so i begged for more cum. This got my friends attention, who came with another guy. They both put their cock heads inside my swollen cunt, but then my friend left me "alone" for a couple of minutes....when he came back i could hear some sloshing sound then the guy begin to pound the hell out of me while my friend put 2 fingers in my mouth asking if i liked it...tasted like cum. He told me he collected directly from the cunt of the other cumdump not far from me. Who knows if it's true. I left with the cum oozing in my jeans. So in the end i don't know how many loads i took...my friend says at least 30, i think something less, but i loved it And the truth is....this is a joke compared to what i did "next" P

By now we are hitting shots of g, countering it by smoking tina. Around and around. Some is always fucking, being fucked and getting high all at the seme time. The one of the 2 brazilian guys come over to me while my host joins the other. Everyone is in full on drug fulled kissing mode. No one is together and everyone is together. I didnt notice but at somepoint the bedroom emptied but the action is is the sitting room. My host put on a dvd from brazil..its horny as fuck but also one of the sickest things ive ever seen. I realise its the guy with me....my cock is hard he calls himself Ed and he is switching between eating my ass, fingering me and fucking me. He stops and lowers his ass to my mouth it looks like a mushroom and tastes amazing. his ass no longer resembles an asshole its soft like an overused pussy. My host and the other brazilian guy join us the 3 of them are taking turns fucking me kissing me and fingering me. my host moans, he finished inside me he remains inside until he has pumped me with every dribble of his milk. Im flipped doggie style. ed is fucking me and his friend is spit roasting me. im almost gagging as ed finishes inside. By now its a full on orgy. Everyone is taing turns fucking me. Resting after they cum smoking after every load they increase the size of the dildos they push into me. Once everyone has a load in me my host locks the cum inside me with a large butt plug. Marcus and the tv head off, they have a client booked in at their place. Its now after 11 pm we are just chilling, watching porn. My host shows me his bbrt party advert. 9 people are confirmed. He askes me if i want to be his whore to pimp out. I do. I think to myself, ill play a little longer and call it a day in the morning. Ed calls me to the bathroom. Im unsteady on my feet. He puts down the toilet seat and sits on it as i stand over him swaying. He removes my butt plug the contents spill onto his cock and he starts masterbating as i sit on him unable to hold myself up. He kisses me passionately. Seeing the large dildo i was using in the bathroom the previous day he lies me on my back in the cum that just oozed out of me. Im really surprised as it begins to slide in...what a difference a day makes. He removes the dildo then starts inserting fingers. I can feel how slippy and loose I am. He begins with 4 fingers. then eases in 5...passes the knuckles. Almost suddenly his whole hand is sucked in. He starts calling me his baby as he pushes deeper into me, I worry he might go too deep and kill me as he stops slides back out and repeats.. I look up behind me through the bathroom door as 2 more people enter the apartment. The first thing they see is me on my back legs in the air and Ed sitting on the floor sliding his fist in and out. "im in" he says like he just won a prize. The 2 new guys to the party just stare and smile before moving to be chemmed up...

whenever i fuck a faggot that likes getting strangled i know i am fucking a true whore. any faggot into getting choked and hit is a pozzed up cumdumpster that gets used by a lot of dirty men.the words "strangle me" are code for "I'm a disease filled faggot with a loose fuckhole and i have aids"

I hunt for cock daily at the local video store. I suck and get bred by as many studs as possible. In between I hunt for full rubbers. I find them, tie them off and save them. I also look for cum on the floors and have become quite good at identifying cum from spit. When a guy comes out of a booth I immediately run in to see if he came in the floor. If I find some I will either scoop it up and use it for lube in my cunt, Jack off with it, rub it on my face or eat it. I love licking it off the floor too. Super nasty and degrading but that’s my purpose in life. I am a disgusting faggot cumdump. I also love to lick urinals and pissy toilets. I have 8 full rubbers from last night. I will eat some, pour some in my cunt and add some of the cum to my food. I love anonymous cum on pastries and sometimes leave them on the counter for whoever might want one of my special glazed pastries when they come to visit. One day I’ll tell them why themy taste so good.

Some bottoms get a bit reluctant because they are use to the pop and go type tops, so the need some heavy persuasion LOL. From your posts I can tell you're a very hungry bottom so I'll probably be enjoying your ass for a few hours. Let's see how many loads I can pump into u hehe

Yesterday, I went to a bbrt group hosted by 2 30yo btms in a Manhattan hotel. Both were attractive but 1 of the btms was too loose and sloppy (not my thing) & the other kept pulling away as I was fucking him. I left as there was about 5 guys in the room and it kind of got too uncomfortable for me. Fortunately for me, I had Sex plans later in the evening with a hot muscle neighbor so was sitting in the lobby killing some time on grindr. I talked to another guy on his way to the group but was waiting on the room #. We ended up meeting in person (he’s a beautiful dorky 27yo brunette) and I convinced him to join me and my daddy top in chelsea. We chatted along the way; I learned he’s in tech, new to NYC, and wanted to meet new friends. When we arrived at my neighbor’s place, we chatted briefly and warmed up (man, it’s cold out there) and stripped down. The 27yo usually only sleeps with Asian guys so it took him a while to get settled in. They both tagged my ass good - 27yo is more of a rough fuck whereas my daddy neighbor is more artful with his dick and takes his time to really dig into me. Daddy neighbor just got back from vaca and hadn’t cum in a few days. I gladly took both of their loads & then slammed 1 into my daddy neighbor (his 52yo hole felt better than the 2 30yo’s). More lovely conversation ensued & the 27yo told me he’d like to be fwbs going forward. As neighbor daddy and I haven’t had much sex recently, we r going to meet up again this afternoon with perhaps a few others

Level 6 whole my life, I let everyone and everybody in my ass no matter how toxic it is

In Chattanooga 2/1 and 2/2 and Nashville 2/2 through 2/5. Any pigs with major STDs hit me up. Here on PozMuscleHole on bbrt and NKP

Been texting this guy I met off Adam a few weeks ago. He made it sound like he wanted a LTR, we met for a coffee date originally, then the follow-up never happened. We did continue chatting, and I mentioned I was getting home tonight from an out of town trip. He offered to come to my place, and seeing that he was on the other end of the city there was no harm agreeing to him coming by. This guy is a younger guy, mid-twenties, black, shorter, and on Adam described himself as having an 8" cock and practice only listed "condom." I have no expectations of this meeting, because he seemed to want more of a dating relationship. His arrival was like the coffee date, I'm not sure how far to push things other than rubbing his leg while on the sofa. I'm hoping maybe some oral action. After he's been here about an hour, we start making out. He keeps grabbing my ass through my shorts. He eventually pulls my pants off me and I'm rock hard, he's fingering my ass. He undoes his pants and pulls them down, and makes me flip over. I don't think he's gonna go raw, maybe just rim or play with my hole. After our first meeting he told me he wanted to grab my ass but held back. Well, he doesn't hold back this time, no lube or spit, he shoves his fat cock in my ass! Fortunately I had lubed earlier so it wasn't too difficult, and thankfully he wasn't the biggest guy I've taken. I think to myself, is he just 'teasing' and gonna pull out and get a condom? Nope, he keeps going, raw. A few times I feel like he was about to cum, and didn't. He pulls out a couple times for repositions, and goes back in. At some point I decided to finger my hole and it was very wet. I asked if he came, he said he did. Didn't make a sound while coming. Methinks this guy is very stealthy and I loved every minute of it! Can't wait for the next fuck

YUMMY!!!! I actually have a THING for guys who have an obvious ELONGATED SLIT, the true sign of a frequently bred bottom! Turns me on to no end. Especially guys who show off a hard cock, a bare ass, an elongated fuck-slit and a defiant cocky face possibly with the tongue out! So off the chain!

Missionary probably allows for the deepest penetration, however I prefer ass up face down/doggy or me laying on my tummy while he is on top of me with his forearm across my neck slightly choking me.

We discuss likes and dislikes. I remind him ive never done anything like this before. I think he sees this as a chance to mold be to something of a plaything. He asks if I like black cock. I tell him I dont mind. We start to smoke. This time I am smoking as I please having my own supply and a share of G. He asks me if i want to try a booty bump. I know what he means but ask him anyway. After explaining he starts to make some up. I can see the ladyboy is tired and she has detached herself from our trio. We bump and I feel weird with my ankles behing my back and a pretty heavily dosed syringe of ice being shot into my spunk lined asshole. He asks me to come with me to a friends apartment to retrieve something. I dress in a girls sweatpants and ill fitting girls teeshirt. It was in the same apartment complex and we cut through the underground carpark. It was daytime much to my surprise. People are starting . Am I paranoid? I realiise I dont care. We arrive at the other apartment. It took about 5 to 10 minutes I cant tell. We are still carrying our bumps and its kicking in nicely. He explains its a friends place. Some older guy he hooks up with. No one is home when we arrive. I start looking around a little. The older guy has a full on sling room with all kinds of rubber, latex, porn and sex toys scattered around. My brazilian friend switches on the light. The bulb is red and he has some kind of disco ball spinning. Added to the chems it looks like disneyland for grown ups. I tell him im going to the bathroom. He is fully naked at this point. I remember how scarily big his cock is and stare at it as he smiles. I drop my bump in the shower. I feel my ass. Its open and moist inside. I shower off and start playing with my ass in the shower finfering it. My cock is roch hard and my ass feels like its got a separate high going all by itself. After a few minutes I dry myself off and we chat for a few minutes. He has a small bag of powder and asks if i want to try. Fuck yes, it could be anything from crack to rat poison but i need it. He crushed it up and makes up 2 lines. He hands me a metal tube and says "one in each side" I gobble them up sniffing as hard as i can. Im hit with a horrible taste at the back of my throat. I cant figure out if its bitter or something else. He makes up another 2 lines which i assume are for him. Go again he says. I dont hesitate. This tastes just as bad. I feel no different but suddenly i start sucking his cock.I cang get half way down without nearly gagging. We sit for a few minutes. Hes on and off his phone messaging. I start to feel a little weird after a while and without hesitating he moves me to the other room and puts me in the sling. He binds my hands and feet to the sling so i cant get up and pulls me forward for a bit so my ass is hanging over the sling. I feel him starting to switch between eating my asshole and fingering. Im gyrating. It feels incredible. He starts to push his cock into me and slowly starts fucking me as i start seeing myself drift down into the earth and part lizzard people doing scientific experiments. I keep going down the dimensions. One of the lizard men sees me. He looks surprised that ive floated into his dimension. I keep drifting down into the earths core. I see lava but i dont feel the heat. After what appeared to be 5 minutes i begin to drift out. I look up to see the red light on and disco lights spinning. Ive no idea where i am. I see someone fucking me but i barely feel it. Hes hammering me as hard as he can like hes trying to shred the inside of my asshole. I notice 2 other figures in the room but cant make out who they are. On of them is putting a needle into my shoulder its my brazilian friend, i look back at the figure fucking me but cant make it out. I start to gyrate again the guy fucking me begins to slow and starts playing with my cock. Then shapes moving. Triangles like a kaleidoscope. After the shapes disappear i begin to open my eyes. Nobody is with me.My hands and feet are undone and the lights are on. I sit there for a while until i can pull myself up. My brazilian friend is in his clothes. He helps me up and into the sitting room. I can feel cum dribbling down my the inside of my legs as he hels me to the kitchen table. He gets me a glass of water and asks how i am. I say horny and he smiles

I love them so much.........it is definitely just about sex and not looks. The other night I was at one and loved taking all the cocks up my ass and down my throat. It felt like I was the only bottom ther cause as soon as one would unload in me ther was another one entering my hole and unloading. It was the same way down my throat as well......I swallowed 22 loads of cum and lost count of what was up my ass after 15 loads......I also had several loads of piss down my throat and ate some cum out of a guys ass......nothing like a dark room. OINK OINK

Over the last few years, I have come across two different 'very' hot guys that absolutely wanted to fuck me.... but would only do it 'wrapped'. In both cases, I let them wrap up and the sex was very hot.... and when finished, they both said it was better than they possible thought (muscle control LOL). But I realized it would have been hotter for ME had I felt those hard uncut cocks spreading my hole open, and dumping a hot load deep inside the second hole. When Guy #1 and I met in the spring and fucked, he said he ‘had to’ wrap up. At that point I was hot as fuck for his big uncut cock and I wanted to see if that big cock was going to feel good as it looked… so I begrudgingly said yes. Apparently blew his mind (amongst other things) and he texted a few weeks later and wanted a repeat - but wanted to wrap up again. I realized it was more fun for him than me, and it wasn't going to happen.. so I politely declined. He was cool. I was cool. We're done playing. Guy #2 and I met in early summer. He was a divorced hot uncut Brazilian who had just started to experiment with man sex. Newly experimenting. Last minute he announces that he wants to suit up. We fucked. It was mind boggling hot and sweaty and lots of dirty talk about fucking me and cumming in my hole. Big turn ON for both of us. We both blew our loads. Afterwards, he asked me why I was ok with getting fucked raw? And we had a good chat about PrEP and stuff after our 'suited' romp. He was a sexy smart dude and wanted to understand the whole risk thing. I explained that in Canada in the clinic I attend, I have to agree to be tested every 3 months. They monitor the potential side effects of the drug and I am tested regularly for 'everything'. And so, I had a good handle on my personal situation and it worked for me, as I preferred to fuck raw – topping or bottoming. He thanked me for all the information. Guy #2 texted a couple of months later. Asked if I would be around in the next couple of days for a repeat? He said he enjoyed our talk and that he had enjoyed my ass so much the first time that he was absolutely stoked about fucking me raw next visit.... if I was OK with that?? Hell ya!!! And what a memorable fuck it was... I used every cock milking ass muscle trick I knew to make sure that bare dick touched places he had never felt. I made sure he would remember his first male raw ass fucking. He took his time. He fucked me six ways to Sunday. Slow. Fast. Shallow. Deep. He blew his load. He took his time churning it around and feeling the hot cum around his cock and told me how much he enjoyed feeling his hot cum and my hot guts. He got totally into it all and was just a regular piggy mouth. He said he was going to come back and breed me again. And after he pulled out, he told me push his load out of my hole for him to see. He fingered my hole the entire time I was pushing his dripping cum out across his fingers. He has been back for more raw fucking a number of times. His cock is a meaty, uncut 9 inches and has a perfect angle. Now that he feels more comfortable about teasing and punishing my raw hole with that big cock, he really gets into telling me how much he enjoys feeling his cum and my juices. He also knows I clean out really well before we fuck. Last night he was here and we fucked for about an hour before he dumped one of his famous BIG loads way up into my guts. He always starts out face to face and pumps nice and slow while he grinds that big hard latino dick into me. And typically, flips me over onto all fours and really rails on my ass and dumps a load deep. This time though, he fucked me on the edge of the sling. A nice steady pumping of my hole. Talking dirty to me and telling me he is going to seed me. And then of course, the major cum flood. Last night he surprised me and pushed my legs back on either side of my head and licked my hole clean. He licked around my hole and told me he wanted to clean it all off. I was amazed. He had never shown any interest in my ass, except to fuck it. Last night, he was rimming me and taking broad licks all around my hole to gather cum. He looked up at me and opened his mouth and swallowed. Then he leaned forward to my hole and told me to push out the rest of his load. I could hear him slurping as I pushed the warm juices out of my hole. He was moaning and slurping and probing my hole deeper while pushing my legs wider yet. I was in heaven as his tongue worked on my stretched hole. He slid in two fingers and scooped out some cum and help it up to my mouth for me to lick off his fingers. Then he let me go and we both sat on the floor breathing heavy. He said he loved it. He told me I am the only guy he fucks raw and he loves it. Apparently, I am his fantasy fuck and he is happy to let himself go and enjoy a good raw fuck and dripping loads. He had always been curious about the taste of his cum and he knew I would be open to it all, so he had held off cumming for a full week to save this load up for my hole. With every intention of eating it all out. Just talking about his ‘fantasy’ got his cock coming back to life. This time, I rolled onto my knees on the floor with my back arched and ass in the air… waiting for his hard cock and load two. He didn’t disappoint. He started out nice and slow while telling me how hot it was to feel his cum in my hole and eat it all out. As he talked about what had just happened, he picked up speed. He was talking faster about how he wanted to plant another load deep in my ass shortly. And then he really leaned into it and pounded the fuck out of my hole. Thankfully he lasted long and gave me a solid fuck before unloading a second huge load deep inside. I could feel the warmth spreading inside of me as he groaned and pushed his cock as far inside as possible. When his cock slipped out of my hole, I turned around and took it into my mouth and cleaned it from top to bottom. I licked all around his shaved balls and down his crack. Made sure he was licked as clean as a whistle. He’s one of my fave fucks and now he always gives me a huge load deep in my hole.

hehehe I never do. ?

That verse is another example of the need, as @PERVERSATILE puts it, for more specificity. Don’t lie with a man as you would with a woman? Okay... well, a gay man would most likely lie with a woman in a completely platonic, non-sexual way, therefore, in obedience to the scripture, if he lies with a man he must fuck him. Likewise, if the scriptures are meant to apply to women (as they clearly are), the same verse could be read as a command for hetero women to fuck men, because that’s not how they would lie with a woman. And as woman-woman lying together is not regulated in the verse, lesbians are free and clear to do whatever! If they wanted to prevent man-on-man sex, they should have just said “Don’t lie down with another man”, but that’s not what it says, so that can’t be what it means, right? I love words... they’re so flexible and twisty. ? @PERVERSATILE - Your friend Tammy must have been the poster girl for “go big or go home”.

You know, the bible-thumpers have inadvertently pre-conditioned our minds to have reckless sex! For one, they 'taught' whole generations that CONDOMS ARE EVIL! And somewhere in the bible it says 'rather put your seed into a whore than spill it on the floor'... UNDERSTOOD! NO CONDOMS and (ersatz) MAN-CUNT it is! LOL And that thing about 'laying with a man like you lay with a woman'... Oh no! I don't lay with a man who acts like a woman! He better act like a man... or like a demon/satyr!

for me it is doggy as I can always raise one leg to allow the top to get every centimetre of his cock in. for me ass to mouth is always a given I always clean my top's cock and balls and see that as part of the deal and my way of thanking him for his cock and load

The word faggot comes from Latin, old and Middle French and Italian and literally means “bundle of sticks.” A bassoon in traditional music compositions are referred to as faggotti and hence the British slang for cigarettes. Sometime in the 1600s the term was applied to women who collected sticks and carried them in their backs for firewood. Faggot developed into slang to smear homosexuals or gay men who appeared feminine following the reference to women. There’s also a reference that a woman collecting firewood is more masculine than a man. In the early uses in the United States, faggot was used to emasculate homosexual men (gay didn’t appear until about the 1950s as a self-descriptor). It was common along with fairy (obvious homosexual), fruit (soft, smell good), Queen (very effeminate gay man) etc. virtually all were used as slurs or had negative connotation. Much like African Americans reclaiming of nigger to change the narrative, some gays use faggot to take the negative connotation out of it. Others actually claim the Negative connotation as a descriptor (worthless faggot cumdump, role play in BDSM etc.)

Still sorting out with him (both busy unfortunately) but yeah he wants me to not want him doing anything to me so he can have fun with me in pain/not wanting it and forcing me to take it

I was horny most of yesterday even though I had fucked my wife in the morning. This time of year she works later than usual. I got home early, cleaned out, and looked online for a hookup. It wasn't looking promising and was getting later than I wanted, but I needed to get fucked. I found a nearby poz versatile bear who was up for a quick pump and dump. He came over and dropped his pants in the entryway (so I can keep an eye out for my wife driving up). I sucked him for a bit, then turned around and bent over. He shoved his thick 7" dick up my ass with just spit for lube. He was a hot verbal fucker and fucked me hard for about 5 minutes before the tell tale sign of him getting close. I told him to cum in my ass and he did. It was so hot taking his poz load, I had a raging boner. I started playing with his hole. He wanted to get fucked but hadn't prepared. I was so horny I didn't care and bent him over and shoved my cock up his ass with a little lube he provided. I lasted about 30 seconds and blew a big load up his ass. He pulled up his pants and left. My wife came home a few minutes later, so that was close! It was a hot flip fuck and I can see doing that again.

Fuck yeah! I love it!

In my old life I would always have to hide my high sex drive because in real life I look like a wholesome all American jock boy where butter wouldn't melt in his mouth persona. My ex bf would be shocked at how heavy my load would be and that it would overflow out of the condom and we would fight because I always stayed hard after I shot and would be begging to fuck again. In the end it lead to a deeply unsatisfied relationship with me fucking him until he came and then me pretending to cum and him falling asleep as I would run to the bathroom to really cum. What a completely selfish fucker he was! But in my old innocent life I thought it was normal to have such a boring sex life and I would always be horny and on edge. That would explain my need to wear the tightest jockstraps to help hide my almost constant solid cock. Well turns out my selfish clean freak boyfriend at the time was not that innocent or fussy about other guys cum creating a mess on our bedsheets. As soon as I found out he was secretly a bareback cum freak I completely lost it! I dumped him on the spot but couldn't get out of my head how fucking sleazy and dirty (lol yeah I was such a fucking brainwashed prude) my bf was. It ate away at my mind how this man I loved and was just like me could be so bad and sleazy, it just didn't make sense!?! I felt even more cheated because he always made me think that my high sex drive and huge loads were a bad thing, turns out he did that because he was jealous and it was his way to control me. Well at least now I know the truth: cum belongs in a hole raw always and all guys need to be fucked multiple times in a row!!!

Part 19 - Confrontation Angelo pulled in to the driveway and sat in the car for several minutes unsure what he was going to say, in his heart he hoped this was not true but he couldn't ignore how he was feeling. He stepped out of the car and walked in to the house, Ethan called out as Angelo put his bag down and headed to the dining room where Ethan sat doing his assignment. It still took Angelo's breath away seeing Ethan head down in his books, he loved him beyond words but also had he been blinded not to see what was going on. Angelo sat down at the table opposite Ethan and looked at him, Ethan looked up and smiled which quickly turned in to a look of concern. "What's the matter Angelo?" Ethan asked closing his books. Angelo stared as Ethan shifted in his seat uncomfortably "Are you playing me Ethan?". Ethan looked confusingly at him "Playing you, what do you mean?". "Are you using me until your ready to move on" Angelo replied seriously. Ethan began to feel sick "Why would think such a thing?". "If you are you your doing a very good job" Angelo's gazed was fixed on Ethan. Ethan looked seeing a very different Angelo "I don't understand where this has suddenly come from". "People talk and it was disturbing what I found out today" Angelo continued studying Ethan. A tear trickled down Ethan's face "Are you saying you don't love me anymore?". Angelo shook his head "Am I just a plaything, a meal ticket for you?". Ethan wiped his face and looked at him "Is that what you really think this is all about? "I don't know Ethan you tell me" Angelo was breaking inside watching him but he had to know. Ethan stood up "Did I hate you for pozzing me, did I hate you when you literally raped me?". Angelo shook his head and quietly responded "No" and looked down. Ethan continued "I can't believe you would think this is how I would treat you". "I don't want to believe any of it but I can't ignore what I heard" Angelo replied. Ethan shook his head "I am only here because of one thing, if you can't see that then I should leave". Angelo looked at Ethan who was leaving the dining room "Ethan wait". "No Angelo, you have made it clear you don't trust me and can't see what is really in front of you" Ethan ran out. He climbed the stairs to the bedroom and sat on the bed, Angelo put his head in his hands regretting what had just taken place, he saw no malice and deceit in Ethan's eyes and knew he had probably just wrecked any chance with him. Ethan picked his phone up and called Adam his eyes streaming with sadness at Angelo, he cried down the phone as he told Adam that it looked like Angelo and he were finished, Adam sat in silence shocked by what Ethan was telling him. Angelo went to get a glass of water and sat at the counter he didn't know what to do. Matt watched Angelo carefully with a gratifying grin on his face and decided to leave it 5 or 10 more minutes before he would knock at the door. Angelo sat there for a few minutes, he believed Ethan and the last thing he wanted was for him to leave, he needed to speak to Franco and reaching in to his pocket he pulled his phone out and turned it on. Adam spoke urgently to Ethan "Don't leave Ethan, it sounds like someone is playing with you both". "He was angry and upset, he doesn't trust me Adam" Ethan croaked down the phone. Adam grabbed his car keys "Ethan please just sit there I am coming over, don't leave until we speak to him". Matt stood at the front door, he couldn't hear anything so he knocked quietly but loud enough to be heard, he could hear the shuffling and foot steps approaching, the door opened and Angelo stood there. Angelo looked at him "Matt what do you want?". "Angelo I just wanted to pop by and apologise for... are you alright?" Matt spoke with his calming voice. "Not now Matt" Angelo said and was about to close the door. "Angelo, you look like you need someone to talk to" Matt said sounding concerned. Angelo opened the door against hi better judgment "Come in". Matt walked through and closed the door and followed him to the kitchen "Thank you Angelo". Angelo began to pour his heart out to Matt, he didn't know why but he felt comfortable doing it as Matt sat and listened intently. "Oh Angelo, I know we ended badly but I would never do that to you" Matt walked over and put his hand on his shoulder. Angelo looked up seeing sincerity in his eyes "I don't know what to do Matt". Matt rubbed his shoulder "I think it best to end it Angelo, I will always be here for you remember that". Angelo's attention was drawn to his phone over the other side of the kitchen as it kept flashing up with voicemails, he was about to retrieve it when there was a knock at the door and he hear Ethan coming down the stairs. Matt tried to stop Angelo in a fruitless attempt by drawing his attention but Angelo heard Adam calling Ethan's name and asking if he had touched him. Angelo turned to Matt and said it would be better if he left, Matt protested telling him he would need a shoulder to cry on and he wanted to be here for him after all he understood Angelo better than anyone. Adam came in to the kitchen and looked at Angelo then at Matt and shook his head "Why Angelo?". Matt interrupted "I don't think it is any of your business, you and Ethan should leave". "Stop it Matt" Angelo told him "I have to speak to Ethan first". Matt glanced at Adam "Ethan doesn't love you Angelo, don't put yourself through this". Adam turned and moved towards Matt "And how would you know, you don't know what they have". Matt stared him down "Are you part of it as well?". "Don't be so ridiculous" Adam retorted clenching his fist. "Enough the both of you" Angelo stood their holding his phone his gazed fixed on Matt. The front door was being pounded as Mark and Franco arrived at the same time and stood their shouting for Angelo to open the door. Angelo stepped around them both and went to the front door, he stopped and looked at the stairs seeing Ethan sat at the top who looked vulnerable and scared. It dawned on him that anyone who looked the way he did could not be lying, he called up to Ethan and told him to stay there as he wanted to talk. Inside Angelo was hurting and just as upset as he turned his focus to the front door and opened it. "It's all lies" Franco shouted as he came in behind Mark pushing him through the door. Mark saw Ethan on the stairs "It's your ex Angelo he is trying to break you both up". Angelo looked at them both "Is that why you have both come here?". "Yes Angelo, we don't want you to make a mistake you will regret" Mark said and Franco nodded in agreement. Angelo turned and strode purposefully back to the kitchen where Matt and Adam were still engrossed in their argument and didn't notice Mark and Franco coming in to the room behind Angelo. "That's him" Franco said pointing to Matt "He is the one who said those things about Ethan". Angelo looked at Matt who stopped to look at Angelo "You just can't let it go can you?". Mark went to other side of where Adam stood and looked at Angelo "Dillon told me he has been stalking you for months". Matt looked at Mark then Angelo "I told you he doesn't love you Angelo, only I know how to love you". "I told you 5 years ago I never wanted to see you and now I know why" Angelo looked angrily at Matt. Matt tried to step towards Angelo but was stopped by Mark "You need me Angelo just face it". "You think to much of yourself Matt" Angelo started moving towards Matt his fists clenched. Adam quickly went round to Angelo and held his arm "Leave him to us, go and put things right with Ethan". Ethan walked in to the kitchen hearing the commotion "Why is he here?" he said looking at Matt. Matt slipped past Mark and ran towards Ethan yelling for him to leave and let him be with Angelo. It all happened so quickly but like slow motions as Adam, Angelo and Mark stood frozen to the spot in that instance. Matt came within feet of Ethan grabbing a kitchen knife like lightning whilst Ethan was in shock and couldn't respond he stood seeing the glint of the stainless steel being thrusted towards him. Ethan felt the sharp scratching across his left shoulder hearing the clanging sound as the knife dropped to the floor followed by Matt's body, his hand went to the spot of the pain, it felt wet and looked down at his fingers that were now stained with his own blood. Franco had seen Matt pick up the knife and reacted quickly punching Matt in the head hard just as the blade of the knife touched Ethan's skin and left a slit across his shoulder cutting through his t-shirt and young skin with silky ease. Matt collapsed on the floor dropping the knife in the process as everything blacked out, Franco kicked him to make sure he was out and lifted Ethan's t-shirt up to see how bad it was. Adam screamed and ran across the kitchen as Franco landed his punch the sound of the knife hitting the floor echoed around Adam's ears, he quickly put his arm around Ethan as Franco lifted his t-shirt up. Adam breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the wound looked worse that it was, it didn't go in deep, he grabbed some kitchen roll behind Ethan and held it over the cut whilst Ethan stood there looking at the blood on his fingers. Angelo gasped but his confused state of mind caused him to freeze on the spot taking in the scene, at the point where Matt grabbed the knife he shouted for Matt to stop, his body telling him to move so he ran towards Ethan to protect him but he was to late as he saw the knife swishing through the air across Ethan. Everything happened to quickly for Angelo to process as bodies flew around the kitchen towards Ethan. Adam looked at Angelo's tear streaked face and told him to look after his lover. Mark ran behind Matt but he was to far away to prevent Matt picking up the knife, he shouted for Ethan to move but he seemed transfixed on the shiny object heading swiftly towards his body. Matt managed to grab hold of Matt's shirt preventing him from getting any closer to Ethan, Matt swished the knife around in the air trying to get at Ethan, he lunged forward with all his strength as the knife ripped through Ethan's t-shirt. He never saw the fist of Franco appear but he heard the crack and thud as Matt fell to the floor with the knife. He looked up and saw blood slowly seeping through the t-shirt. The neighbours had seen all the frantic people arriving and then the arguments and screaming coming from the house, they were concerned and called the police out. Marion and John Chalmers stood outside the front of their house next door to Angelo's as the police arrived, one of the officers recognised John as Dr Chalmers and they ran through everything that had seen and heard. The two cops knocked on the front door and shouted 'Police open up'. Ethan suddenly came back to his senses as Angelo put his arm around him. "I am so sorry Ethan I should never have doubted you" Angelo spoke softly. Ethan looked at the Matt who was coming around "You did though and that hurts". Angelo picked up Ethan and carried him in to the lounge and laid him on the sofa. Ethan looked Angelo in the eyes "I love you Angelo more than you believe in me". Angelo smiled stroking his head "I know and I think you under estimate how I feel about you". Adam opened the door and let the police in, seeing the scene Officer Delgado went outside and asked the doctor if he would attend to the young guy. Whilst Ethan was being attended to the others ran through the series of events that lead up to the evening, Mario and John were both interviewed and confirmed that they had seen the man quite often sitting in his car across the street. With the evidence stacking against him Matt was placed under arrest and charged with stalking and attempted manslaughter. The police finally left escorting Matt to be detained for evaluation, Angelo watched as John finished putting some covering over Ethan's cut. Marion walked in to the lounge "Do you want me to make some coffee?" she asked. Angelo nodded "I will come and help" and they walked in to the kitchen. "We didn't mean to be nosey but it there was quite a commotion going on" Marion began to explain. Angelo smiled "No thank you for looking out for us, I do appreciate you calling the police". "It was just when he arrived but stood and waited watching until he knocked your door" Marion shook her head. Angelo looked at Marion "I'm sorry I have never really made the effort to get to know you both" he said. Marion smiled "We just thought you wanted your privacy". Adam was the last to leave and Ethan was sitting with his feet up on the sofa enjoying the attention he was getting from Adam and Mark whilst Franco and Angelo chatted in the kitchen, when Adam was set to leave Angelo walked with him to the front door. "Have I messed it up with him?" Angelo asked holding the door open. Adam turned to face Angelo "Trust me the love he has for you won't be broken so easily". Angelo smiled "I hope so, I need to repair what happened tonight". Adam kissed Angelo "Just make him happy so him how much you love him, do the right thing". Angelo nodded "Good night Adam and thank you". Adam turned to Angelo as he walked down the path and smiled "Do the right thing". Angelo stood for a moment watching Adam with a sense of curiousness about he had said to him. It was true that he felt so much love being around Ethan and there should never had been any doubt, and did Adam mean what he thought he meant. Angelo closed the door.

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Always been a heavy cummer and yeah I suffer from hyperspermia too which I used to think was a curse as I was constantly horny 24/7 and felt like a sick sex maniac which made me feel guilty and ashamed. After FINALLY stop giving a fuck and following my dick I began to fuck anything any everything which is how I became the POZ sex machine I am now. Sure I LOVE breeding a guy at least 2-3 times in a row until his hole is drenched and gaping wide and he is made into a sloppy cum pig. Then I know I don't suffer from a curse but rather a blessing and a gift ?

I've sucked a few str8 guys. Mostly they just wait for me to get their cock in my mouth, tilt their head back and start playing with my hair. At which point I will grab their hand and push it into my head, as if to say, it's fine to skullfuck me. And they almost always do, take two hands and pound my mouth and throat til they shoot their cum down my throat. There's almost never any words. I'm just a fleshjack to them, just a skullfuck to get off. And I love that.

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Being a sex worker is the same if you are male, female or trans. You deal with the same problems all the time. With the closing of Rent Boy Tumblr and Craigslist, it's getting harder to advertize your services. After speaking with other Sex Workers, we classify customers in three categories, Lead, Silver, Gold. Lead: These are the ones you see once then you never want to see them again. You tell the fee is $300, and they want to give you $150 if you say $50 they say $25. They show up smelling like they have not taken a bath in a month and not cleaned their clothes in years. They want you to fuck them, and you could not shove your finger as they have not taken a shit in a week as they are so back up. They ask if you PNP and want to use your drugs and not pay for them. Some even try to rob you or run out and not pay you. I had one customer run out so fast and try not to pay me he left his wallet behind with $1000 in cash, credit cards, driver license, and other things. I'm sitting on the bed naked he is gone, and the fee was $250, I have $1,000 in cash, so I made out right. I'm going; to being honest in this business as once you get a bad reputation it's you will louse over, I going to return. He does not live far away, so I go to his door, and his wife answers the door. JACKPOT I say to her your husband left his wallet in the room after me giving him a blow job and then fucking me in the ass raw, the look on her face was priceless as she is screaming at the top of he lungs at him. I ask her if she can give me the money we agreed on and she handed me the $1,000 and slammed the door; I stayed by the door and the noise fantastic to hear her screaming, throwing things. " Revenge is a meal best served cold." Silver: The silver customer is your bread and butter they never haggler over the price, they show up clean smelling nice and respect you for what you are doing. Most are there for one to three hours session. Gold: The gold is a different world as these are the customers you love seeing as they are so much fun too around. Most what to do any where from 12 hours to a week session. You travel with them and be there fuck toy while you are with them. Some take you to the theater and dinner then back to their place for a night of fun. Some want to do a gangbang, so I get Tom & Jerry to help out as they are always willing to make a few extra dollars. Then you have the ones who take you out to Folsom Street either East or West and parade you around with their boy and have you make out with them. The ones who are heavy BDSM players are the most fun who know what they are doing as its as much fun for me as it is for them. Being in full leather or rubber fisting them or they are fisting me, being in bondage where you can't move, and they or I am controlling the body. Your holes are open for anything they or I want to put in them. Thad and I go to this one home in Florida during spring break for a week. He invites others and does nothing to us but loves to watch us. You put ten horny Gay males with supplies around, and it does not take long before we are fucking and sucking each other. In this group, there is always a virgin who has no idea what is going to happen. We roll in on them with G, and soon they are sucking a raw dick They, have no idea what a booth bump is and soon they are begging to get fuck. Soon their hole is bleeding as no one here knows or cares what your health status is. I tested POZ in 1/20/16 so in March I went down there pregnant, and I think I stealth a few condom faires, as they are the most fun to knock up.

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!

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I was actually raped for real when I was 20 by a brawny air force cadet in full uniform and a very rough demeanor, kind of young convict look - swarthy and masculine but more mean than sexy looking, not a good look in my book An older friend / boss picked him up as a hustler off the street while we were leaving work. The rape happened at my boss/frIend’s apt, while the host had to be in a room isolated to take an urgent phone call for business leaving me behind in the living room alone with the hustler The thug asked to have a shower, and to bring him some fresh towels. I did so, and before I knew it I was in a head lock, pushed against the wall, penetrated without spit or any other niceties. I didn’t have time or the presence of mind to understand what was exactly happening because I was choking in his super strong arm directly pressing on my carotid and literally strangling me. All I could think of was “I can’t breathe” while my mouth was gagged by his other hand. I felt a sharp pain in my anus, nothing like sex, as if somebody rammed me with a bottle or something. He came in me, bareback of course, with a grunt and lasting barely one minute. Obviously he just used me as the naive twink that I was. I didn’t know what hit me. My friend kicked the thug out after I told him about what had just happened I had been introduced to my future rapist as my older friend’s personal assistant, which I happened to be at the time, since my friend was a successful business man and I was somehow his protegee (it was a purely non sexual arrangement and to my friend’s credit he never harrassed me sexually, being a perfect gentleman and also admirably out as a gay man in a country were such honesty can cost you even your life) This all happened in 1991. The Aids holocaust was raging, and I was living in a god-forsaken shit hole in the Middle East. Being gay there guaranteed social and professional ruin. To get tested for Hiv you had to know people as back then tests weren’t widely accessible, much less to a penniless 20yo intern who had been kicked out of home at age 17 by the violent cunt of a father I unfortunately had (he will never be dead enough for me) Somehow, after a few weeks of wallowing in despair, l managed to muster the courage and got tested at the public hospital for std “special cases” (prostitutes, queers and junkies). The contempt of the doctors when I explained my predicament still singes my soul with excruciating shame Yet, the indignity of being looked down by the hospital staff turned out to be a light jest in comparison to the agony of waiting for something like six months for the results to come back from the Pasteur Institute in Paris During this excruciating wait I collapsed silently, unable to speak to anyone about the fear eating me alive, and thus swallowing a nervous breakdown in one gulp I spent all my free time rehearshing my suicide, compulsively counting the steps I would have to take from my bed till the ledge of my sixth floor bedroom window from which I had decided to jump had the results been Hiv+ (miraculously, I turned out to be neg) A few months before me being raped, I spoke for the last time to another good friend, this time one from childhood. Growing up together as classmates and besties, he was the first person that I ever knew was gay besides me. With him I shared, as a platonic best friend but often partners in naughty teen fooling around, our difficult path to becoming adult gay men. That last time I spoke to him was onthe phone, when he told me that he refused to see me “for a last time” before he died of Aids at age 19. He had been very ill for almost a tear, wasting away irreversibly His last words to me were “even if you visit I cannot see you, I’ve gone blind and will soon will go deaf too, so let’s just say goodbye now over the phone while at least I can still hear you” A rape in the forest of farewells

I recall one night at camp when four guys had me over a picnic table, taking turns rough-fucking both holes while the other two held me down. They were having a lot of fun because the two fucking at any particular time would switch out so I would constantly be doing ass-to-mouth. They kept at it for a very long time, so long that I did something I never do - in a rare moment when one of them pulled out of my mouth, I said, "I'm sorry, but I need a break." It happened to be the guy who was sort of 'in charge' of the four. He shot back, "You don't get a break." Now, I get the rape fantasy when fifty guys use you with no choice. I have it too. But this was real, and I hadn't signed up for it. I slowly, purposefully turned my head upward and fixed him in the eye, and said, "When I say I need a break, I need a break." Maybe it was something in my expression, or something in my tone, or both, but he backed right off and said, "Ok, sorry. No problem." He waved the other three off. None of them had even cum yet. I got up, shook myself, and left those fuckers horny. There is a point at which the dividing line between fantasy and reality becomes very, very sharp, and you do NOT want to be on the wrong side of it. The story has an ending, though... The next night when I was being gangbanged, a guy fucked my ass like an absolute demon before he came, and then afterward came around and shoved his cock in my mouth for me to clean. As I did, he said, "You like ass-to-mouth, don't you?" It was the same guy. He got me after all.

For my second night in Berlin I was eagerly awaitIng the start of the Fickstutenmarkt, the horse market, that I had read and heard so much about. An ex-boyfriend had for sparked my interest when he told me about it. In fact he was rather jealous that I would be able to go to Fickstutenmarkt during my trip. For anyone not familiar with it, the mares or bottoms arrive first and are hooded and placed about the sex club where they can be mounted by the stallions or tops when they arrive later. Although I am in shape and attractive for my age, I was anxious when I arrived as I am an older bottom and I was worried that all the bottoms would be fit young twinks. Once inside and undressed, I realize I need not to have worried...The bottoms were all different shapes and types from Twinks to otters to chubs. I collected my red hood, showing that I wanted to be barebacked and headed upstairs to the sex club. The next hour was checking out the competition (which some bottoms took very seriously- I attempted to talk to one other bottom who brushed me off completely!) and staking out a position in the room. I managed to grab a sling as the fuck benches were completely occupied already. I had a pleasant conversation with a nice German bottom who'd been to Fickstutenmarkt several times and was able to fill me in on the routine. After being hooded, I realized you could see slightly out the bottom of it. The song played announcing the start of Fickstutenmarkt and the tops entered. I had positioned myself in the sling only to be told by one of the helpers that this was not allowed. You had to wait for the top to put you in the sling. The first hour was a learning curve as I stood dumbly by the side of the sling. It seem like my worst fears for coming true. No one was choosing me. In my mind I said "damn! They're all running over to the 6 foot five blonde Hitler youth with the ass and abs that I saw earlier!" . A bottom pushed past me to position himself on the sling pretending that he was being taken there by a top. After stealing my sling, I could hear and sort of see tops coming over to feel up his hole and fuck him. I realized position was everything! No top was going to fuck me if my ass wasn't really available and on view. There was just too much other ass to choose from! So I started to slide over to the fuck benches… Slowly as not to attract attention from the monitors. And I did it! I put my ass proudly up in the air and I was ready to go! Within five minutes, my ass up and slapped, probed and groped. Next came the first fuck of the evening. Not a huge dick, slender and of average length but I was thrilled to finally get fucked. All around me you could hear the sounds of sex; slapping, moaning, groaning, skin upon skin. I don't know if it's because we were hooded, but I felt like the bottoms made more noise there than any place I've ever been. I eagerly added in my share. Overall I ended up getting fucked by about 12 tops and loaded a couple of times. My impression is it's a tops paradise rather than a bottoms. Many of the tops were sampling and went from hole to hole rather quickly. After about 2-2 1/2 hours, I took a break and decided that I'd had more fun at Lab.Oratory the night before. I'd be curious to know about other people's experiences at Fickstutenmarkt. Both tops and bottoms.

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PART 3: I saw him out of the corner of my eye, he was black as coal, a mountain of a man, wife beater shirt and sweat pants, he looked like he had just gotten out of a prison with the look on his face. I don't know how he got in the room or who let him in, he surly was not part of the support group. He walked up to the leader and they did the usual hand clasp and shake and hug, the leader then turned toward me and said "Tank" this is the faggot bitch who lied his way into our HIV group and we have Chemed him up and turned him into a cocksucking, cum dump faggot white bitch for our black snakes and poz seed. Tank? that was an underestimate; who grabbed me by my hair and pulled me right into his crotch asking if it was true; you like being a bitch to black meat now? I just looked up as best as possible and nodded "yes"! , they Tank asked if i was the married faggot who was taking their toxic seed home and planting into my wife? I told them that I was. Tanked looked at the leader and stated "this is one fucked up fag to be married, lying to get into a HIV support group to be a cocksucking faggot for black men", "then go home and fuck his ol lady" ; Hell maybe we should tell her and fuck her too!! those word hit like a sledge hammer as he pushed my face back into his crotch. Tank then told me to pull down his jogging pants and meet the cock that would ruin me! I slid my hands along his pants and pulled them down to meet a harding slab of meat that had a cut head and a PA through the head that looked like a bolt and nut! My eyes went wide and looked up at Tank who was just grinning at me and stated " yup, I am going to fuck you with that and make you my bitch to breed full of my toxic seed, if these guys haven't knocked you up yet, I will make sure your pregnant tonight"!! SERVICE ME FAG; NOW! I started to lick his shaft and head, tried to get the head of that cock in my mouth with the PA on the end, but it kept hitting my teeth. THATS IT FAGGOT, Get that black meat ready to breed you full and ruin you and make you a blubbering idiot for black cock and toxic cum! Tank then looked at the Leader and stated; "Get him ready for my cock"; one of the other guys in the room came up next to me and wrapped a rubber strap around my arm, then pulled out a syringe of a liquid; as i started to panic, Tank wrenched on my hair and told me to look at the job in front of me and get back to it. As i went back to licking and sucking this monster, i felt a poke in my arm, then got all wozzy and started to cough uncontrolably. someone then put a bottle of poppers under my nose and i was inhaling deep and was now working that cock like I was looking foward to that monster driving into my ass and breeding me like I now wanted to be. Tank pulled me to my feet and backed me up to the table, he reach down and twisted both my nipples to the point I loved it and wanted to cry in pain. Tank then put his hand on my throat and push back until I was laying on my back on the table with Tank pulling me up to him by his legs and putting them over his shoulders. one of the guys walked up and started to lather cream or Vaseline or lube on and into my hole. Tank looked at me and asked me what I wanted; I just spread my legs open farther and said for him to fuck my ass, YOU MEAN YOUR CUNT, PUSSY, it will not be an ass in a few, it will be my hole to breed, ruin, knock up and make you my little street whore! All I could do is say "Yes Sir" I want you to breed , fuck my cunt and for you to use it as you like!! Better, Tank said. I was given a bottle of poppers and propped up on my clothes; I want you to see yourself become my whore, and your going to need those poppers, so I would get to them, cause here comes my cock! As I felt the head of his cock pushing at my hole; Tank turned to the leader and told him to go and find the Faggots bitch and see what she thinks of being a bitch to black meat too. I was to far gone to register what he just said, as the first part of Tank's cock pushed into my hole and I let out a scream.

As Todd rode the rush of his first slam his father stepped closer as his 35 year old cock was rock hard. Todd's father asked him if he'd like to suck a real man's cock as he prepared to administer his own slam. Todd didn't need much coaxing as he quickly opened his mouth allowing his father's 8" cock to slip into his mouth. Todd eagerly began to work his father's pole as he could see out of the corner of his eye his father slip the point into his vein, register a flash of blood before he administer his own slam. As his father coughed out a little bit of cum shot from his dick into Todd's mouth. Although Todd had sucked cock before this was his first taste of cum and he liked it the taste. As he continued to suck his father's dick his dad reached over and pushed his basketball shorts down revealing his son's nice, semi-hard cock. Todd was then asked how much me had done with another man, his father wanted to know he'd ever been fucked or had only done the fucking. Todd let his father's cock fall from his mouth as he let his father know that he had only fucked David a couple times and had never been fucked. Todd's father let him know he was about to be fucked for the fist time. Todd was positioned on his back as his dad began to eat his ass. Todd began to moan very loud as his father used his tongue to apply spit as lube for his eventual penetration. Once Todd's hole was nice and slick it was time to take his cherry. As his father's cock was positioned at his hole Todd was not aware of everything his father was about to give him. He asked Todd as his cock began to penetrate him if he always fucked David bareback. Todd had a puzzled look in his face as his father figured that he didn't know what 'bareback' meant and clarified asking if he never used a condom when be fucked David. Todd nodded yes as he felt himself being filled for the fist time. Although his father never met David in person, he had heard about him and knew him to be poz. After that night, so would his son. Todd got his first kiss from his father as he bottomed out bald deep. Todd then was on the receiving of his first fucking and he was loving it. What Todd didn't know was that when his father partied he was a cum machine. Once he started fucking be would begin a steady stream of cum. He knew that Todd's hole would be flooded with enough cum that he should convert him. As the night progressed the two shared another slam and his father made sure to reuse the same point he had used for his first slam to give Todd his second slam. Once his son was as poz as he was he knew that they'd be a formidable pair at the baths.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

My son is 23 and gay. He has a boyfriend now and yesterday he arrived with him to spend a weekend at my place, and to introduce his new (and first) partner. He is 28 and hot as hell, a very handsome and mature guy, masculine and cute. After having a coffee with me in the kitchen they went upstairs to my guest room for a while and I had to do some things. When they came back down, they both were in trackies and went out for some running. In the evening, when both had left the house to go to some bar, I found my son's trackies in the laundry bin. I took them out to wash them, but couldn't oversee that from its inside the back of the pants was covered with a half-liquid mess which had obviously dripped out of his ass and ran down his legs. I checked it and clearly identified it as sperm. It must have been an incredibly huge load which had not dried within 4 hours after the run. It was also mixed with some blood. I went to see if I have to change the sheets, but there wasn't a single drop on them. My boy had taken the whole load in his ass and probably accidentally lost it only during the run. Good boy.

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I love the dark room thing! It's the not knowing and especially that it could be some ugly trolly filling your ass up with spunk.