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Just got paid by a pig to poz his ass. Never felt better at doing what something I would normally do for free!

I have been poz for years and am more and more excited and proud about sero converting. I made the choice to stop meds years ago in order to fully experience my hiv, and it's beautiful. Not always easy, but right for me.

Part 82 - Bottom Fail The guys showered and rested for a while, waiting for the next party to start. Micah had left to go look around the hotel with Evan and right before the second party started, Ken showed up. Joe had been pleased with the turnout from the earlier party for Chad, but knew that there were a lot more parties going on during the second one. He was just about to message the bottom when he got “on my way” from the guy. The guys passed the pipe around and Jaime saw Chad fidgeting in the chair, the plug still in his hole obviously causing him discomfort. Finally there was a knock at the door and Joe opened it up. The guy matched the pics Joe had gotten from the bottom. He looked a few years older than Chad and had a few days of scruff on his face. “Hey, I’m Trent” the guy said as he entered the room and looked around, nodding to each of the five guys. “Bathroom’s over there with a setup to cleanout if you need to” Joe said. Kyle laid the lube and poppers out and set the blindfold and the freshly cleaned ballgag on the bed next to the sling. Trent walked out of the bathroom naked, his tall, thin frame completely hairless but with several random small tattoos. Joe noticed his small cock was limp and his low hanging balls, each of which was almost as big as his soft cock. Some of the guys started to undress as Joe confirmed what Trent wanted - “So you said you wanted to be a cumdump for a couple hours. You said no limits, but since I don’t want the room trashed there’s gonna be no shit and if you want any piss play its in the bathroom, OK?” “Yeah, that’s cool. I’m not really into shit but I always let the top do what he wants” Trent said unemotionally. “Uh, you want a blindfold or you want to see who fucks you?” Kyle asked. “I like to watch guys fuck me. Makes me feel like a real slut” Trent replied with a laugh. “You said you’d take all loads. The guys that signed up are both neg and poz. That still ok?” Joe asked. “I guess. I’ve never been tested for that. I just got over a couple other things, so its time to get my dick dripping again” said Trent with a grin. “You’re probably gonna go home with something after this weekend” Jaime said quietly, standing there in just a red jockstrap with his cock straining at the pouch. “Bed or sling?” Kyle asked. “Uhhh…. the sling would be cool. I’ve only done it in one a few times but it was fuckin’ awesome” Trent answered. “Then get in, it’s almost party time” Joe said. He looked around the room and then pointed at Ken, saying “You’re up first. Open him up.” Ken looked a little shocked but nodded back at Joe. Trent laid back in the sling and Kyle and Jaime cuffed his wrists and ankles before clipping them to the chains. Joe glanced at Trent who now seemed to have a worried look on his face. “If you get too loud, we’ll put the gag on” Joe said as Ken walked up, lubing his stiff 6 and a half inch cut cock. He dripped some lube on his fingers and pushed it into Trent’s hole. Joe watched carefully and Trent seemed to be a bit tight for someone that boasted getting fucked every day. Ken stretched the hole open for a while until he quietly stood up and stuffed his stiff cock in all the way to the base with one long slow push. “FUCK DUDE!!” Trent yelled out. Joe and Kyle looked at him with stern faces and Kyle barked out “Once more and the gag goes on.” Ken had a grin on his face as he stood there, letting Trent get used to his cock. “If you thought that was bad, just wait til you see how some of these fuckers drill that pussy” Ken said. Trent looked a little more worried as Ken started to rock his hips, but Trent was bouncing on his cock in no time. Ken added a little more lube and fucked harder. Ken’s motions were even and fluid, occasionally punctuated by a hard thrust, which caused Trent to grunt. Just as there was a knock at the door, Ken picked up the pace, driving in faster and harder each time. He hammered Trent’s hole for about 15 more seconds and then shoved in hard, holding on to Trent as his body convulsed, shooting a huge stream of cum into the empty chute. Ken grabbed the marker and put a hash mark on Trent’s stomach before he slowly pulled out. Chad took Ken’s spot and slid his cock into the quivering hole. Chad’s cock wasn’t much different than Ken’s, but his style was very different. Chad started pounding immediately and would pause a moment and then pound again. The room slowly started to fill as Chad fucked Trent until Chad growled as he pounded, adding his seed to the load already inside. Chad added another mark and guys were jostling for position to be the next one to fuck. A large tatted Latino bear won out and moved in between Trent’s splayed legs. “Fuck dude, can you even see your cock over that gut?” Trent said in disgust. The bear slapped Trent’s ass and said “its a shitload bigger than that pathetic stub of yours.” The bear took a few more strokes on his cock and pulled back the foreskin before he lined it up to the now loosened up hole and let some cum drip over the flared head. Grabbing the chains, he thrust his hips in and all seven thick inches of cock were planted inside Trent’s hole. Normally he might have waited for his bottom to get used to the invasion, but not this time. Each thrust was hard and deliberate and each pull back was slow. Trent was grunting or whimpering every time the bear shoved in and was gasping for air as he pulled out. After a few minutes of abusing Trent’s hole, the bear started fuck with more even strokes. They still had the feeling of a grudge fuck than a fuck to get off. The bear slowly let loose of Trent’s legs and he started swinging with the thrusts and getting yanked back by the bear. Everyone could hear the sounds of the thick cock forcing more of the cum mixture out of Trent’s hole with each drive in. The bear started grunting and stopped Trent swinging by grabbing his legs. Everyone stood amazed as the large body hammered Trent’s hole with surprising speed ending in a loud growl and a replenishment of the seed in Trent’s cunt. “Enjoy that load you stupid fuck” the bear said as he worked his cock back and forth a few more times One gray haired daddy walked up and tapped his cock on Trent’s lips a few times. Trent looked up at him and said “Other end, gramps.” That was enough for Kyle and he slipped the gag on before Trent could react. The line at Trent’s ass made way and the daddy quickly took his place at Trent’s dripping hole. Grabbing Trent’s hips, the daddy’s cock slammed in hard. “Show some respect, boy. I'm going to own that ass when I'm done” the daddy said before he began his hard, deep thrusts. Trent was yelling around the gag, but no one was paying attention to him. The group cheered on the daddy until finally he rammed his cock in and shuddered, emptying his balls into the insolent boy’s hole. His cock buried in Trent’s hole, the daddy looked around and spotted the tall black guy from the earlier party. The daddy grinned and pointed at him. Everyone moved out of the way and soon Trent’s hole was being stretched like it had never been stretched before. It was a long, slow push that strained Trent’s pussy. The yells around the gag were separated with whimpers and tears were streaming out of Trent’s eyes. The black guy slowly pulled his cock out until just the tip was inside and held it there. Trent looked up at him, his eyes getting wide as he knew what was about to happen. The large black shaft shoved in faster this time and the whimpering got louder. The tempo increased with each stroke and finally someone held the poppers up to Trent’s nose. Ten minutes of drilling and the black guy pushed as deep as he could, giving an extra hard nudge past the inner ring. The pulses from his cock could be seen by everyone close as the huge balls pumped their payload into Trent’s gut. Trent was back to whimpering around the gag after the last drops of seed had pumped out of the black guy’s cock. He slowly pulled his cock out and Trent was sure that parts of his internals were coming with it. A large blob of cum dripped to the floor and it wasn’t pearly white nor even blood stained. There were several comments ranging from “Ugh” to “Oh shit” from the guys close to the sling who quickly backed away. The black guy headed into the bathroom to clean up and Joe and Kyle moved in. They unlocked Trent from the sling and removed the gag. “I think your time here is over” Joe said before looking around the room with over a dozen still horny guys stroking their cocks. Trent grabbed his clothes and quickly put his jeans on, sliding a t-shirt over the five large hash marks on his chest before heading out the door without saying a word. “Anyone else want to take his place?” Joe asked as Kyle cleaned up the mess with a ratty towel. Everyone looked around, hoping not to leave blue balled. “I will” came a familiar voice and Ken walked up to the sling and climbed in. Jaime helped put his feet in the leather loops as several of the guys nodded in appreciation. He wiggled his ass to get it in position and looked around with a smile before saying “Who’s first?” A group of four early 30’s otters pushed Joe towards Ken and one said “Give him some of that demon seed, stud.” Joe was a little surprised since he really wasn’t planning on fucking during this party, but with a nod from Ken he grabbed some lube and had his pierced cock deep inside Ken’s hole in less than a minute. The strong, purposeful thrusts culminated in Ken’s bowels being soaked with creamy goodness getting him ready for the rest of the guys who were all stroking. It was a quick fuck, a classic pump n dump that opened Ken up and filled him with a potent load of poz cum. Joe pulled out and each of the otters then took their turn on Ken’s hole. The first otter had a twelve bar ladder on his cock and seemed to take care slowly forcing the piercings into Ken’s hole as he drove in and out. Ken was moaning and the froth from Joe’s cum circled the otter’s cock. After several minutes, the otter rammed in hard a half dozen times before planting his cock in all the way and pumping his seed into Ken’s hungry hole. The second otter replaced the first, his cock being longer than his buddy’s and capped with a 0 gauge PA. He had a steady, medium speed rhythm of long strokes before he ended with a ten second pounding and culminated by a groan as cum flooded Ken’s fuck chute again. The last two otters had been edging the whole time and only took a few minutes of haggard thrusting before they too added their strains to the cum mixture. Kyle watched and had expected most of the guests to leave, following Trent out the door, but they all stayed. One by one each of them took advantage of Ken’s generosity. The diversity was impressive - white, black, latino, middle eastern, Indian and asian, large to small in both height and girth, hairy to smooth, below average cocks to hung. No two seemed to fuck alike and the pool of cum underneath Ken’s hole kept growing as the use left him unable to hold it all in. Ken encouraged them all and seemed to be turned on by the variety. Two bears, both in their sixties had been alternating making out and stroking each other and watching guys plow Ken’s sloppy cunt. They seemed to be a little tentative about joining in until Raphi grabbed the larger one by the hand and led him over to the bed and bent over. The large bear didn’t need any more encouragement and had his leaking cock inside Raphi’s hole in seconds. The smaller bear moved in and impaled Ken’s hole at the same time his partner entered Raphi. The two fucked the same with each of the boys, groaning the entire time and trying to hold off shooting their seed as long as possible. When the larger one heard his partner unleash a wave of cum inside Ken he immediately followed suit and pumped his seed into Raphi. Raphi turned around as soon as the cock was out of his hole and swallowed the cock down to the base before sucking any trace of cum and ass juice off it. He moved over to the smaller bear and did the same, looking up to see the bears kissing roughly. A thin Filipino guy had replaced the smaller bear between Ken’s legs. His voice and walk said femme bottom but his seven and a half inches of uncut cock and the way he used it said Dom top. Ken egged the guy on and was rewarded with an even more energetic pounding. The guy slowed his thrusting down and let out a moan while still pumping his cock into Ken’s sloppy hole. When the Filipino guy pulled out of Ken, Joe was surprised to see Raphi walk up between Ken's spread legs. “Gotta help a coworker out” he said with a devilish grin as he plowed into Ken. The door closed and with the Filipino guy gone it was just Joe, Kyle, Chad, Jaime, Raphi and Ken left. Raphi seemed a lot more confident topping than the day before. He bent over on top of Ken and the two locked eyes as his hips drove in and out of Ken’s well used hole. Joe could tell they were in the zone, breeder and cumhole knowing they were satisfying each other’s carnal desires. Raphi sped his thrusts up and then slowed down. He gave Ken a deep kiss and then stood up and drilled Ken’s ass. In between grunts, Raphi said, looking right at Ken, “You’re so fucked” and then “There’s no way you aren’t gonna be poz like the rest of us” before he hosed down Ken’s guts with his toxic seed. He added the last hash mark to Ken’s chest, totaling 17. As soon as Raphi pulled away, Kyle pushed a plug into Ken’s battered hole saying “Gotta keep all that goodness inside.”

I got group fucked at the weekend and one of the guys was supposedly full blown. The passion with which he was breeding my boy hole was very different to the rest of the guys so I honestly think he was, and he wanted to infect me.

The past year I had gotten in to gangbang porn. I had decided that it was finally time to throw myself in and take multiple guys living out my growing fantasy. I had surfed Grindr and set up many group chats with guys and tried to organise a gangbang. These kept falling through and usually ended up as a 1-1 fuck or a three way - which are great but I wanted a gangbang. Im well aquatinted with saunas and I decided I'd use one to get gangfucked. I set off to some of the smaller saunas one in Stourbridge which has a sling room. I decided to lie in the sling with the door open and just take whatever came in. Again this was great but I just had one guy after the other as they would lock the door when coming in. Instead I decided to be a real cumslut. I booked a full day off work and went to daralston on a daretobare Wednesday. The place was full. There was cock everywhere. All races ages and cock sizes. I went to the sauna to relax a bit first and had a play with my hole. I'm notoriously tight so I loosened my hole with some lube. A guy came in and sat next to me. He was offering to take me to a private room. I refused and instead told him my plan. I got friendly with this man and asked him to check people were using condoms and being safe. I told him I wanted to go lie down on the bed in the open group play area and just take whatever came my way. He agreed and gave me a sniff of his poppers saying I'd need it. We chilled in the sauna for a further 10 minutes while I got my nerves together and had multiple more hits of poppers. We both walked through to the group room which only had a few guys in who were watching guys fucking in the glass booths. I lay on the oversized leather bed in the middle of the room which instantly made several heads turn. They were too either too shy to come fuck me or they just wanted to watch and wanna off. Men started coming in to the room and before long I had three guys circling me. I flipped over from laying on my back to a doggy position. A guy mounted the bed and came in to position to fuck me. He started fingering my hole, a guy came Infront and started rubbing his cock over my face. The third guy came to my side and started massaging me. I looked up and sawmy friend was stood in the corner handing out condoms and lube. Many more men were gathering round me and I was being felt with multiple hands, fingered with what felt like 2 fingers and had a large 9-10 inch cock gently face fucking me. The fingering stopped and I felt my hips be grabbed. Out of nowhere I received several hard spanks and felt a cock head be pushed in to my hole, and then instantly balls deep. He was 7-8 inches probably but quite thick. I reached my hand back and felt the condom on which made me feel at ease. Several hands were still over me and I managed to look up in between facefucked. I saw several more men had joined in the room. It was now very crowded. There were two black guys one either side of me. I looked down to their cocks and was so pleased with what I saw. They were hard as fuck and probably 9 inches a piece. I instantly contorted down and gave them both oral switching between the two big black sticks while still being ass fucked hard. The guy fucking me started to moan and left a large load in his condom which he poured over my back. He got off the bed and left, at which point the black man to my left said it's "it's my turn now boy". He moved round to mount my boyhole and was instantly replaced with another man filling in his place to the left of me. The guy facefucking me started moaning loudly while watching the BBC sliding up and down teasing my hole. He grabbed my head and pulled me in to deep throat balls deep and shot a load down my throat. He pulled out and wiped his saliva dripping cock over my face. Got off the bed and left. The black guy to my right filled his place and pushed my head down saying "I ain't gonna be as gentle as he was you slut" "I bet your only really here for the BBC sent you slut?". He started facefucking my while holding my head down in to the bed. This was rough. I was in pain. I felt the black guy teasing my arse pushing his cock in and out of my hole. He started holding me down too. I could barely move. Several men were now pushing me down in to the bed. I caught a glimpse of what was happening and could no longer see my friend. The BBC in my ass pushed deep in to my rectum and started power fucking me. I didn't know how long I could take this rough fucking for. But I was lovibg it at the same time. As their grip on me started to loosen I could look around more and saw a nice big white cock to my right. It was my friends cock which seemed small when soft but now hard it was a monster. I noticed he was passing lube to the guy fucking me regularly. He sped up his pounding. Gripping me again. Tighter. Harder. Deeper with every stroke. He started moaning and shouting "are you ready for this you pig??" He climaxed and instantly I could feel his cock throbbing. I could feel wet and as he pulled out I felt what I thought was lube running down my leg. He took off the condom and put it Infront of me. It was ripped on the front and was covered in my ass juices. He laughed at me and told me to enjoy the other black seed in here again getting off the bed and walking away. My friend told hold of my head and spat in my face saying "we all may as well seed you now". The black man pumping my mouth stopped saying "you'll take my seed now you cunt, your gonna be addicted to my black seed boy". He positioned himself back behind me and rapidly put his cock deep in my hole. Only cum as lube. I was nervous. I had tried to only bareback with regular guys or friends. But I was having cummed pumped through both my holes. Three cocks lined up in front of my mouth for me to give pleasure to my friend was in the middle. I was sucking them all. Deepthroating one to the balls then moving to the next. I couldn't deepthroat my friends cock though.

Is it vain if I say yes? It's a simple truth, would I fuck someone whose hot, hung, crazy high sex drive whose sleazy as fuck and not on meds. Fuck I'd either film it and sell it as porn to a company like Sean Cody, eurocreme or treasure Island media or do it in saunas at least in saunas we would get an audience and be able to choose guys to double penetrate and gift

Like me, he may find relief in taking it, protecting us from the dreaded plague we saw ravage and kill our friends. Despite post infection meds available today, i’m Kinda Saying fuck you to the virus. I know many of you embrace it, but I can’t.

Chris looked me in the eye and whatever he saw made him smile. Not a kind smile but at evil grin that sent shivers down my smile. He said before I give you this slam I want to remind you of our conversation. You said that you wanted to be slammed with an unspecified amount of t. Well as you can see I have a loaded point but I am the only one who knows how much is in it. You then said you wanted to have a massive cock then rammed into your hole balls deep in one movement whilst you were still rushing. We'll here we have a slight problem where you were not very specific. Massive. Does that mean length, girth or both. So we have had to make this decision for you. You see we are all over 9 inches long. One or two very much over. The others are thick so we have covered all areas. After you have been rammed full of cock you want then to have another cock rammed up your hole. Again you have not been very specific so we are going to make this decision for you. That's you emails in a nut shell. So let's not waste any more time. Chris then addressed the others. I am going to lay on the mat and the three of you are going to hold Tony over my cock. I will then slam him and as he rushing you will then drop him right on to my solid 13 inches and just in case it meets some resistance you will push down on his shoulders. After that one of you will climb up behind him and join me in his hole. Chris went over to the mat and gave himself an injection into the base of his cock. Although he was already rock hard thinking about splitting the boy in half he wanted to remain that way. The others untied Tony and carried him over to where I was laying. They got hin in position so he was squatting with the tip of my cock at his hole. I tied of his arm and found a vein and proceeded to gime him a point 5 slam. Before I pulled of the tournaquet I layed back. The look of fear, excitement in Tony's eyes was magical but he still had not said a word. I pulled of the band and the rush was instantaneous. His chest heaved his eyes became unfocused and he started to cough. If that was not enough for his brain to compute the other guys pulled his legs out straight and he fell like a sack of spuds onto my throbbing cock. There was no need for them to push him down. I had gone balls deep under his own weight ripping through both splincters. Tony's eyes shot open and he let at a gut curdling scream which only made my cock pulse more deep inside him. Before he had time to get use to the intrusion I grabbed hold of him and held him against my chest. Gavin climbed up behind him and aimed his rock solid cock which was just as long as mine but thicker at the target. He then started to push. Tony started to protest. He tried to wiggle free but he was no match for the four of us in his drug fuelled state. Gavin applied a lot of pressure and just when it was looking impossible des placed some poppers under Tony's nose. The surprise of it was all it took as they took hold gavins cock breached the target and like me he pushed till he was balls deep. I could feel his cock riding along mine. It was all a snug fit but we would soon sort that out. Tony was just sobbing and was Trying to say something which was not understandable. It did not matter what he said this was our time. This was giving him back some of the time he had wasted over the last few months stringing us all along. I slowly pulled my cock out till could feel it pass the second splincter and the started to push it back in. As I was pushing in Gavin was pulling out. We went slowly at first. Not for Tony's sake but so we could get into some sort of rhythm. We continued to build up speed until me were both pulling out and ramming our cocks back into him as far as they would go. All Tony could do was babble on about something or other but none of us were listening. We fucked him senseless for about 30 minutes and then I felt my balls begin to tighten. I looked at Gavin. He gave me that look which meant he was close too and if it had been choreographed we both ploughed in one more time and fired our loads deep inside Tony's guts. Tony sensed we had cum and seemed to relax a bit as we both began to pull out of his stretched hole. Both our cocks were covered in pink tinged goo. I layed Tony on his back with his legs up in the air. Des replaced me and I could see his beer can dick aimed at Tony's destroyed hole. Des had sprinkled his cock liberally with some Tina and there was a large shard hanging out of his cock eye. He smiled at me and without any ceremony he plunged deep into the waiting hole. Although it had been stretched it still caused Tony to scream out load. Des held his cock balls deep inside rhe hole and he could feel the change as the chrytal meth was dissolving as Tony's high intensified isaw Stephen step up dehind des and aim his cock. Again this was a beer van cock. We had decided at the start to have the two long cocks together and then the two thick cocks together in order that we could give Tony the maximum feelings all the time. How considerate of us? Stephen lined up and I placed some poppers under Tony's nose. He inhaled deeply but he was flying real high by now as the Tina was well into his system. Stephen pushed in and with some considerable force and another massive scream from Paul he was in. They fucked differently to me and Gavin. Instead of pulling out one at a time they pulled out together and plunged in together maintaining maximum stretch all the time. They fucked him like this hor just shy of 40 minutes and it was des that started to shoot his load first which triggered Stephen to let loose with his contribution. They both looked at each other and I one quick movement they yanked both of there cocks out together causing their hot cum to fire all over the place. Tony let out a scream and tried to crawl away but he was going no where. His hole was leaking our 4 loads and they were very red. I dipped my fingers into his hole and then put them in Tony's mouth. He suckled them like a baby. We all fucked Tony 2more times each so he received every permeation of cock we could give. Then we put him in a cage to rest whilst we went to get something to eat. One of his fantasies was filled. 3 more to go. It was Stephens turn next to start the ball rolling as Tony wanted to try being fisted. This was Stephens speciality and one we all wanted to watch

Only he and his doctor know the full range of his health issues. I think medical decisions are best left to the patient and his doctor, and don’t need to be armchair quarterbacked by an online acquaintance.

I’ve been talking with him online for awhile: a muscled, kinky, dominant guy in his 40’s. Discussing all the things that he would do to me made me excited but scared at the same time. We finally set a date for me to come over to his place and make my fantasies come true. I rang the bell at the gate. It was a tall wooden gate so you can’t see much of the inside. He opened the gate, said hi, and asked me to follow him. He led me straight into the basement through a side door. Once we got there, he told me to strip and store my clothes on a shelf by the door. I did as I was told and then followed him deeper into the basement. It was a little dark, but I could still see clearly. In front of me was a well equipped dungeon: a big cage, st. andrew’s cross, leather sling, stockade, fuck bench, and all kinds of restraints. He told me to kneel as he cuffed my ankles together and then my wrists. Then he put on a chain collar around my neck. He looked at me for a minute, looking satisfied with his work. He then grabbed his glass pipe filled with t and light it in front of me. He told me to smoke it, over and over again until I was flying like a kite and super horny. He put the pipe away, took off his pants, and ram his erect cock into my mouth. He grabbed my head and continued to fuck my throat hard. This went on for several minutes, and then he stopped and positioned me to lay on my stomach. Now completely naked, he rammed his cock inside my ass. At first I thought he was gonna fuck me as hard as he had done my throat. But he just laid there for a minute. Suddenly I felt a warm piss inside me. Since he’s been smoking all day too, his chem piss sent me even higher. He told me to hold it for a couple minutes before releasing my ankle restraints and giving me permission to push it out in the bathroom. When I came back he attached a leash to my collar. He told me that he had invited a couple of his top friends over to come and use me too. I was to go outside and wait for them behind the gate, and when they got in they were going to take my leash and I was to lead them into the dungeon. When I walked outside, it was raining pretty hard. Even though I was naked except for a collar, leash, and wrist restraints, the t inside of me kept me warm. I waited for the first guy, feeling the drops of rain on my naked body. I was really turned on by this scene. The first guy actually took a long time to get there, so I was outside for quite a bit. When he finally got in, he grinned when he saw me and we walked back into the dungeon. Inside, my Master told him to get comfortable and smoke with him. I, on the other hand, had to go back outside to wait for the second guy. The rain had died down a bit by this time. I saw the second guy parking right in front of the house. He got out of his car and lighted a cigarette. I was so fucked up and horny at that time that I decided to be a little risky and opened the gate, managing to turn the handle with my hands tied up behind me. It was a little over midnight at this time so the street was deserted. I started walking toward him and knelt right in front of him. He nodded approvingly and opened his pants zippers, pulled out his big cock and told me to start sucking it. At the same time he was holding my leash and smoking his cigarette. And there I was: naked, hand tied, wet from the rain, and kneeling on a sidewalk sucking a guy's cock. When he finished his cigarette, he pulled my leash and we walked back into the dungeon to join my Master and the first guy. The party was about to start.

Yesterday I was dicked out good by 5 buddies. #1 Hell's Kitchen otter techie top. We've been talking for a few weeks on Scruff. He was adorkable, sensuous, and confident in bed. He fucked me twice with his THICCKKKKK d (I prefer girth over length) and exploded in me. #2 55yo retired silver haired fit fwb came over. He's my go-to sex party helper / orgy bud and we love getting into trouble together. He bred me and stuck around for some pillow talk #3 30yo neighbor came over. He's hot, but kind of a mediocre fuck. Kind of a small dick and doesn't really have much rhythm in the bedroom. But he's cute, closeby, and gave me a 2 day load. Seeing this, 55yo fwb jumped on me again and gave me another pounding #4 and #5 - I got tagged by 2 guys in their early 40's. Jason is a brunette and Steve is a redhead. Both have thick dicks But Steve is the multi-cummer and piggier of the 2; he gave me 3 loads and sucked me off. Shortly after, another friend hit me up on Grindr wanting to come over, but I was too sore and tired. I have to rest up/do my keggels/take a warm bath because I'm going to a Hoboken gaymer/pizza/sex party this Saturday night. Happy Year of the Pig, everyone X-D

If I am topping a man, he does not get to say "Don't cum in my ass". As we are getting naked, I ask him if he wants my highly charged load. If he says yes, we continue, and I ask him if he wants my highly charged again, with the head of my dick at his hole. After I have my dick inside him for about 2 minutes, I ask him one more time if he wants my highly charged load. If he says no any time, I stop and get dressed. Of the nearly 300 men I have asked this series of questions to, none have ever declined the first or second asking. There have been 6 who decided on the third asking to decline. All 6 came back for another round and none declined the third asking a second time. 296 conversions and counting...

It’s that time again ? locked up for the weekend of taking loads and not aloud to cum

Always enjoy breeding older (50+) men. As I get older that gap narrows but I'll seed 70+ guys and whisper " you love your son fucking you. You want it in your grandpa ass."

I just wanted everyone to know that I've written an importer that can import Tumblr blogs into a social site that I plan on developing – https://s3x.social If you have a Tumblr blog you want to have on the site, send me a PM here. The imports can be huge and for now it's a manual process. (More like a proof of concept). I've imported all of my own Tumblr blogs and it seemed to work. That said, the site has a LONG way to go. I don't even have profile pages or individual feeds. But I'll get there – it's literally just day 1 after a proof-of-concept. I haven't even fleshed out all the details or done any interface work. It seems banning porn hasn't hurt Tumblr's traffic. I worry that when Twitter sees that it will think it should ban porn. That would be really bad for the #BBBH community. We don't really have critical mass anywhere else. So my initial goal is to cater to you guys and grow from there. At least initially S3X_Social will only allow stuff targeted to gay and trans men. Fem content (female, trans fem and cross dressing) will not be allowed. That policy comes out of the experience with the straight forum here on Breeding Zone. I have zero interest in dealing with the problems of straight men (who are the consumers of fem content). With straight men comes sex trafficking, pimps, child molestation, etc. Those problems are FAR less prevalent in the gay (masc) community. In terms of a timeline, I have an industry conference I'm going to in Phoenix at the end of March. I'll want to present S3X_Social there – to get the various porn sites to import their old Tumblr blogs, etc. So by that date it will be presentable as a concept. But a lot of the features won't work yet. There will just be enough so my sponsors can get an idea of where it's going. One thing I will (hopefully) be doing before then is scraping Twitter and Instagram and pulling the posts by pornstars and porn sites. I plan on using those tweets on my porn sites to flesh out pornstar and porn site profile pages. Anyway, I'd love to have some of your blogs imported by that time to show a good mix of content, so definitely get to me if you had a blog on Tumblr.

Last night I hooked up with a hot muscle black guy with a thick cock. Had been horny all day chatted up with him earlier in the day but didn’t go further than typical Grindr back and forth. Anyway it’s late and I thought I was just going to have to JO when I got back on Grindr and saw he was on again. Said “hey wyd” told him I was so horned up and he said come over. He lives about 6 blocks away. Got to his place and we go into his room quietly because of his roommate. I undressed he was in a bathrobe naked underneath. We make out and and he was a great kisser too. Amazing big muscle handsome guy with a thick slightly curved upwards cock. He asked me if he can use one of his toys on me and pulls out two dildos from the nightstand drawer. One smaller the other bigger about 8 in. He started with the small one and lubed it up kissing me and looking into my eyes with passion but also with like ownership of my ass he fucked my hole with the dildo for a while then grabes the larger 8 inch and lubed it up again as I took a hit of poppers I was fucking amazed how great it felt to have someone fuckin me with a toy. He was so turned on by me taking the dildo that he pulled it out and slid his thick cock inside me so deep. He kept fucking me short deep thrusts then after about 10-15 min he used the 8 inch dildo again i was begging hot his cock inside me again which he turned me on my stomach and drilled me again with his cock. He felt amazing inside me and his wet sweaty body on top of me felt incredible as well. He was close to shooting his load as I felt him go so deep in me as my hole really just opened up to him and take his seed.

I hadn't been to the sauna for some weeks, though I'd heard there was a twink working there who was a real cum dump. I'd have to go soon and try his dirty arse. One evening on my way back from work, I decided to cut across the park as it was a pleasant evening though dusk was falling. There were a few people around, one of whom was a short, tubby lad of 18 or 19 who was strolling by himself. In the centre of the park was a shelter with an old bench. It often had homeless guys hanging around and I guessed they maybe slept there at night. I normally avoided it so as not to be hassled. In the distance, I saw the lad taking the path in front of the shelter and sure enough about 5 or 6 rough-looking guys emerged in the gloom and surrounded him. I heard them ask for money and then they started hitting on him, asking if he wanted to spend some time with them and offering him some booze. I shook my head at his naivity and walked on. It was nearly dark when I reached the far gate, but something made me pause. I retraced my steps, with a growing sense of excitement as I didn't encounter the tubby twink and realised he must be still at the shelter. I moved quietly on the path until I could make out the old wooden building. There was no one in sight. I was about to leave when I heard someone laugh followed by a low moan and a gasp which reeked of sex and made my hair stand on end. Slowly, I moved around behind the shelter making sure to stay hidden in the bushes. At the back of the old building was an old mattress and empty bottles strewn around and the group of homeless guys standing and watching something. I moved to get a better view and saw the lad naked and face down on the filthy mattress being fucked by an old guy as the others watched. He had pushed his stained trousers down and his fat, pale, hairy backside was wobbling and clenching as he rode the chubby twink who was groaning and gasping as they copulated. The others were standing watching, passing a bottle around and some had their cocks out and were wanking as they watched. "C'mon! Hurry up!" One of them said in a throaty voice. "I needs some of that arse!" The others laughed and watched as the man steadily worked himself to a climax, giving a satisfied grunt and his buttocks clenched as he spurted. He levered himself off and sat nearby, trousers down, cock glistening with cum. The lad just lay there breathing hard. "Who's next?" Said a voice. A bald, lean old man with sores round his lips untied the string at his waist and let his trousers fall. His cock sprang up against his bulbous belly and he knelt and stretched out on the pale body. There was a moments fumbling, then the lad gasped as the old cock slid up him and the man began to fuck him. I was hard in my pants, and took out my cock and began to wank as I watched the lad being gang fucked, one after the other until they had all cum in him. Then they ignored him, passing round the bottle as he got unsteadily to his feet. "Here," one of them said, offering him a filthy rag which he used to wipe the mess between his buttocks. Another one grinned, revealing blackened teeth. "Off you go, Timmy. It must be past your tea-time!" Then the lad dressed, walked off into the gloom and I shuddered as I came, spurting wetly onto the grass at my feet...

For as long as I've been having sex, I go through periods where I'm insanely horny for anal sex no matter what. My hole feels like it's shivering all the time and I feel like I need to take it up the butt right away. Even when I get a good lay in, I still want more. The last week has been really bad for me and it feels like no matter how much I get laid, I need more. My boyfriend joked that I go into heat like a dog but it makes me wonder if bottoms can actually go into heat. Is that what's happening? Do any other bottoms go through this?

This is a serial story I've been working on; it's finished through a good stopping point - but if there's enough interest, I can continue it further. There's also a side story already in the works. So - at least as far as THIS story goes, it will not be abandoned before a resolution. ***** "I detest that little shit!" I looked at Rick, puzzled. "Who? Why?" "The little dude over there in the green shorts hitting on that big musclebear." "Why - were you planning to go after that guy yourself?" "Not my point. Do you remember an obnoxious condom nazi who got himself banned from the bathhouses and the sex clubs who insisted everyone call him Theo?" "Oh, right... wait... that's him?! I remember him being a twink that turned up his nose at anyone who wasn't shaved from nose to toes." "He was... then I guess he realized he was aging out of the Twink zone, dropped out of sight for a few months and reappeared with a surprisingly heavy pelt grown back, a neat little beard and telling everyone to call him "Teddy" now - and instead of other hairless "little boy" types, now he chases muscle bears - emphasis on the muscle. If you recall, my big problem with him was that he had a vicious little habit of focusing his condom-nazi bullshit on guys HE didn't think were attractive - most often chunky bears and older men - and try and get them thrown out, like he was trying to turn a bathhouse into a hall of his own personal fantasy men. Well, he's still as big a body fascist as ever - to guys like the one he's talking to he's sweet as pie; if one's a little too old, a little too pudgy or whatever ... he's one of the nastiest little queens around ... unless he's trying to impress a potential trick, of course. On top of that, he went from condom nazi to Truvada campaigner - telling everyone it was a great *backup* in case a condom broke - to quietly dropping that and turning into a major PrEP Pig. I can only guess that at some point, one of those musclebears - on being told Ted was on PrEP - just held him down, raw-fucked him cross-eyed and he realized what he'd been missing all these years." "Aaaah, right, all the gossip is coming back to me now... I never ran into the little fuck, he never seemed to infest the sex clubs I like." "That's because all the sex club owners pre-emptively banned him when the first bathhouse banned him for his condom nazi tricks. Apparently he thought those places were beneath him until he got himself banned from all the bathhouses - and by then he was unwelcome at the sex clubs too. I know the owner of the Pig Trough and apparently Ted threw quite a fit when they wouldn't let him in, and would only tell him that it was because he'd been banned from the bathhouses. It's a little strange if you're expecting them to be competitive - but the owners of all the tubs and sex pits know each other and they share info about troublemakers. Usually it's druggies, dealers or guys who don't have even a rough idea of what 'consent' is - but Ted there got under their skin. I mean, sure they want to know about some kinds of misbehavior - especially if it's someone making a mess, literal or figurative they'll have to clean up - but a tattle-tale about guys he didn't find attractive who were fucking raw wasn't anything they wanted to deal with." "You said he's on PrEP?" I asked, and Rick nodded back. I started to chuckle. "What's so funny, Max?" "My buddy Logan is going to be visiting in about two weeks; he recently found out his strain of the bug is extremely resistant to Truvada; since he knows I'm as big a gift-giving perv as he is, he asked if I wanted to be exposed and of course I said yes. Now, I'm not Ted's type - maybe 'muscle bear' enough, but too old for his tastes. But from what you've said and going by that dude he's been chatting up, I bet he'd be all over Logan trying to get into his pants. He's about 6'4, built, covered in silky black fur and has a shaved head and a thick black beard. Oh, and a nice thick 8" to plow his dirty seed into any hole he can." "And you're thinking of siccing him on Teddy to see if that nasty strain can punch through the PrEP and knock Teddy up? I love it!" "Yeah - Logan used to brag about 'one fuck and knocked up' because his strain was so infectious; I don't know if it still is after whatever brought in the PrEP resistance, but it's sure worth a try if we can make it happen. He hasn't got any poz ink to give it away - while he gets off on any kind of breeding, he LOVES to stealth." "Damn... I'm getting a chub just thinking about it. I know a few guys in Teddy's orbit who'll know about what apps he's on and stuff." I looked at Rick. "This sounds like it's personal for you." "It's not about me, if that's what you mean. I don't want to talk about it right now, though." I dropped the point and we went on to chat about other things, and Rick later dropped me an email with a list of Teddy's hookup app and website accounts. I read them over and then contacted Logan - who, as I predicted, LOVED the idea; not just the stealthing part, but as someone who'd fuck anyone with facial hair and could be friendly with anyone else he loved the idea of sticking it to a former condom nazi who'd targeted "unattractive" men, and who was rude to anyone he didn't want to fuck. We talked about making some judicious edits to his own profiles to optimize his appeal to Teddy - who, for example, said he wasn't into "mansmells". (I'd just have to thoroughly tongue-bathe Logan before he showered to go after the little shit.) So - a photo of his arm in a bicep pose with his hairy armpit dripping sweat got recaptioned from "Wallow in my musk" to "I work out hard!" and other similar tweaks. He set up his travel dates to show a later arrival than he really had, so he and I would have time for our fun and getting set up for his pursuit of Teddy.

Yes, it happens to me too...every few months or so it seems, but at least twice a year, I just NEED to get fucked. I crave sex...oral as well, but not like I need to get FUCKED.

I got on Signal with Logan. "Hey, bud - got two pieces of good news. First - it looks like Zeb's got his fuck flu. So far doesn't seem to be too severe, but we'll see; he's been able to keep going to work except for the first two days it hit - just taking lots of ibuprofen for the fever and aches. When he's past it we'll get him tested and see what's what. He's mostly been here, at his place or at work - and no one there has been out sick, he said - so we'll see." "Cool! I hope the strains match up eventually. What's the other piece of good news?" "It's conjecture, but I heard through the grapevine that Teddy - remember him? - has been really sick recently. Not enough to go to the hospital, but out of work for a few days, and so on. I have a feeling HE'S pozzing up too, but because he thinks he's safe on PrEP - it hasn't occurred to him that this is FUCK flu, not the regular kind." "How long before you think he figures it out?" "No more than 2 months; assuming he had his PrEP check right around when you bred him stupid, it'd still be only about 2 more months before his next one. Could be sooner depending on the timing - I haven't been able to pick up on that particular detail through the grapevine. On the one hand, it's sad it won't be festering in him for years before he finds out, but on the other hand we get to KNOW he knows and see what happens from there!" "He isn't gonna take it well, you figure?" "Probably not, but who knows? Most twinks try to cling pathetically to their old look well beyond the 'best by' date; he realized he was aging out of that and made a change. I can't stand the elitist little shit - but I have to admit that shows more adaptability than most of his type. I really don't know if he'll commit suicide in a fit of big-d Drama, turn into an insatiable poz cum whore - or something in between." "Guess we'll just have to wait and see. How's stuff with you and Zeb?" "Better all the time. He's learning to communicate with me so I'm not guessing what's going on with him, we've worked out a lot of practical stuff - like getting him to work if he stays over here. He was worried I'd want him to quit his job and be a full time pig; I make good money, but you might be surprised how much a skilled machinist like him makes, and with great benefits; it's a hefty percentage of what I pull down and I told him I'd be an idiot to want him to quit his job. We're still working out an interim financial setup - you know me, slow and careful - but we're pretty close on that. Not so much for day to day stuff, but like if we decide to go on a trip together - like to Wet 'n Hot, IML, Up Your Alley - events like that. He was kinda resistant at first until I pointed out that lots of people break up over stupid crap like money - and by working on that early, we make that less likely to happen." "Speaking of trips, I'm sending you some info to consider. The bikers here who use me as a urinal and cumdump told me that their club is having a big regional get-together in a few months, and they're gonna want guys like us (and doubtless some slutty women) to take care of a big pack of horny 1%ers. I'm sure they'd react to Zeb's fuckhole the way you and I did - and of course you and I will get plenty of cum and piss in our holes and everywhere else too. And these guys are overwhelmingly bearded, filthy and stinkin' - something to do with their club charter saying they have to be offensive to non-bikers." "Do they understand we don't want to lick a dirty hole?" "Oh, fuck yeah. One of 'em told me he didn't want to smell shit in my beard either. Apparently they adhere to the idea that the two places a man needs to keep clean no matter how rank he gets otherwise are his mouth and his shithole - fine by me!" "Sounds great - I'll check it out and see if we can make it. Zeb gets lots of paid time off, but he needs to schedule it quite a ways in advance because there's only so many spare machinists available who can cover what he does - and they do have announced deadlines where no vacation is allowed to make sure they meet their commitments - but he knows about those a LONG time out. We'll do our best - getting gang-fucked by 1%ers is definitely on MY bucket list and I'd be surprised if it wasn't on Zeb's." The time seemed to crawl by, first waiting for Zeb to feel better and then while we waited for his test results. I insisted we get the proper blood tests rather than the drug store oral test - in part because I wasn't sure how accurate those were right around conversion and because we'd want to have the blood tests done anyway as a confirmation. Finally the results came in and I got in touch with Logan. "How goes, bud?" "Well, Zeb is officially toxic; we just got the samples drawn for the strain checking, but his viral load is through the roof - they said the test gets kinda imprecise over about a million copies but he's somewhere over 2 million. He's on his company's system right now trying to swap shifts so he can get his rapist pozzed before his VL starts to drop. I'm not sure what excuse he's using but he said it was going well - though he's going to have to leave right after work on a Thursday and he won't be getting much sleep before his shift on Monday." "What's the plan?" "According to what Zeb's heard, this asshole gets blackout drunk every Friday and Saturday night and given he's in a small town he's not big on locking his doors - in part because the dipshit often misplaces his keys and people have to cart him home. So frankly, there's not that much to it - Zeb's got a way to get into and out of town without being noticed and a place to hole up during the day on Saturday. He's going to pound as much toxic seed up the guy's ass as he can while he's passed out, basically. Zeb's hinted he has further plans, but he just won't tell me what he's planning to do. I just hope to fuck he knows what he's doing, I don't want him getting caught. I tried to suggest very delicately this wasn't a great idea and he would NOT hear it. He did at least take my advice that he should wear gloves every fucking moment he's anywhere near that asshole's house so he doesn't leave prints ANYWHERE." "I hope his plan works. How are you doin'?" "Walking a little funny after Zeb enthusiastically thanked me 4 times in one night for helping him poz up. I've got some ideas to put that top side he's developed to work - because while he could use more practice, he's a really good lay already... of course having that big uncut dick sure doesn't hurt in that regard." "I know the feeling; had a couple of those 1%ers come by the other night and tag-team my ass for hours. Both of 'em about my size and they were hot rough fucks. Any word on you guys making it out this way for their party?" "Zeb's put in for that time off, and I don't expect there will be a problem - it's far enough in advance and not on a standard holiday so there shouldn't be much competition. They were actually sniping at him a little about how much vacation time he'd built up and he got back by pointing out a list of vacation requests of his - many of them not for high demand times - they'd turned down. He pointed out they can't constantly deny him time off because he's a junior in the department - and then whine that he's building up too much vacation time. I think he'll get at least this one granted for sure - but I told him if they don't, or do then go back to denying requests AND complaining about how much vacation time he has piled up, he should file a grievance through the union." "Fingers crossed, brother. I'm looking forward to us slobbering on a big cheesy uncut biker cock together while we're both getting fucked cross-eyed!" "Logan, you say the sweetest things." If I'd thought time crawled waiting for Zeb's test results, that was nothing to having him gone for a few days, especially considering what he was up to. We'd already agreed there'd be no contact while he was gone but that didn't make it any easier. Not to mention that having gotten used to having an on-demand cum pig around, I rapidly got insanely horny - and at the same time not inclined to go out hunting for hole. When he finally turned up Sunday evening, he barely had enough time to mention that he had biker cum in his ass before I had him naked on the bed; I got a quick taste of the loads dripping out of his fuckhole then rammed into him balls deep. "FUCK I've missed your cock, Papa!" "I thought those bikers rode you good and hard!" "They did, but there's nothin' like my Papa's - or my Uncle's - big cock in me!" The sight of the biker cum I was churning out of Zeb was like pumping extra oxygen into an already raging fire; I wound up plowing three loads into him without a break before finally rolling off to one side. I was tempted to try and get at least some of the story out of him, but I knew he needed sleep before he had to drag his cum-dripping ass to work in the morning. I did get some of the story - pretty much all about the bikers - over breakfast, but Zeb glossed over the whole reason for his trip. I figured I'd just have to be patient. I was working on my computer after Zeb headed to work, when Signal popped up with a message from Logan. "How's Zeb?" "He says he got in, did the deed and got out clean. He won't go into details - though we didn't have too much time for the story over breakfast. I guess he doesn't want me implicated if anything goes wrong - but he's a lot happier now. I never would have thought doing something so dark would have that effect, but I guess having been raised in a very eye-for-an-eye kind of culture makes a difference. Of course, now we're just waiting to see if there's any news from his friends. He did hint that there are reasons we won't hear anything for at least a week." "Well - I didn't want to mention it earlier, but I did get him some help. The bikers I fuck with have a chapter in that town. I explained the basics and they were all in for fucking up a kiddie-diddler, so they said they'd pass the info to the nearby chapter." "Yeah, he did mention that much - maybe it was all the biker dick that he's so happy about; hell, he brought home some biker cum in his hole for me! And I understand we may have some biker guests at some point. In any case - thanks for lookin' out for my pup." "Hey, that's what Uncles are for, right?"

Why not? A friend of mine seroconverted, and he knew because he had persistent colds, sinus infections, and flu symptoms that wouldn't go away for 2 months and made his life a bummer. This is because the virus was taking out his immune system. He was 50. He had tested negative within the year. I don't want to be judgy about fetishes around the virus, but in practicality it can have severe, fatal consequences, along an excruciating, debilitating journey, and have effects that can be felt rather early. A 72 year old could still have 50 years to live (unlikely, but possible), and as he ages, his immune system likely weakens naturally. It's not the age to open his system up to anything that could weaken this farther--what was an annoyance and a real bummer to my friend could have meant death for him 25 years later. Medically it makes total sense to me. He may not have sex frequently, but when he does he wants to be a cumdump....so why not enjoy it without fearing he'll die earlier, or be sicker or more in the hospital? Why not at any age? Why are we so suspicious of PrEP?

You know me: the guy in the full black leathers; head 'n' body shaved hairless, collered, locked, id coded, boots and second skin leather jeans, belt 'n' lock with open chest bare, vest. Everyone knows I'm owned by a MASTER. The bank teller knows as I hand over MASTER'S transaction. I speak nothing, as slaves never do. At the market the chasers all know about me, but some shoppers stop and stare. Men seem to like the view. "Are you a slave?" I am often asked. I only point to my id badge, as it tells all. They are scared or intrested in seeing a owned slave out in public. I get offers from all types to perform whatever sex, kink, perv or twisted use they want. They have to go through my OWNER & MASTER for any use rent of me HIS slave. "Slave, your MASTER got a few calls about renting you out." MASTER got a good cash offer from a man who wanted a slave for a full weekend in New York. I was to prep my body for travel that night. Full body shaved and hosed out, was to go to the airport in full second skin black leathers. A chem-slammed slave does draw attention on an airplane. Was to meet RENT MASTER at the airport terminal and submit itself to RENT MASTER in public.

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Chapter XXV Our host's cock was standing tall and hard, now. He was leaking pre-cum like crazy and we found ourselves greedily lapping it up as fast as we could. It was delicious and we wanted more and more of it. This went on for a good half an hour, and he seemed to be not even close to cumming yet. His pole was magnificent and even scared as I was, I had to admire the magnificence of it. It was the ultimate fuck stick to end all fuck sticks and I found myself losing control and wanting it in me and I am sure by boy was feeling the same, now. Then our host pulled his cock from us and flipped my love on his back and hoisted his legs over his shoulders all in one move. He then dove face first into my boys ass and his tongue was slithering all over his hole. My boy was almost crying from the pleasure. Usually a top, he was now feeling more of what I felt and seemed to be loving the attention his hole was getting. The poz owner went to town greedily and I watched as his tongue dove deeper and deeper into my loved one's ass. He did this for a good 10 minutes, then very quickly pulled back, lined up his monster cock and drove it into my boy in one tremendous thrust. It had to have hurt, but being so large, my boy's eyes could only pop wide open as well as his mouth and not a sound could he make. Our poz host only hesitated a few seconds and then began to just plainly and simply set about to destroy my love's hole, pounding away at a tremendous fast and hard pace. In and out harder and faster. My boy could not even form any words or even groan with the agony I am sure he was feeling. I watched, mesmerized, as that marvelous giant tool drove in and out of my boy and I could soon see small streaks of red showing as It began to tear the insides of my love up. After a good 10 minutes, the owner, started to breathe heavier. He leaned closer to my boy, who was finally starting to make some sounds, mostly groans with a few sighs thrown in when he felt some small pleasure. The poz owner then told him, "Get ready, boy, I am going to flood your cunt with my poz load and her it COMES!" He almost yelled the last word and drove his cock as deep and hard as he could and was cumming deep inside my love. I could almost feel the river of cum myself just from watching and knew that with the tearing the HIV would probably drive deep into my love's bloodstream quickly. He ground his cock around and around and my boy then said, "OMG, I can't believe it, I am cumming!" He threw his head back and the host leaned up a little and my boy's cum erupted between them shooting clear up and hitting them both in their faces. Why, I don't know, but my own cock was standing up tall and hard watching this happening. There was only a small wait and then the owner rolled off of my boy and before I could move, had grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. I was amazed to see his enormous cock still jutting straight out and hard, even having cum just a few seconds ago. I was so startled at the sight, I couldn't move as my legs were hoisted over his shoulders and he had driven his ultimate cock deep into me in one giant push. I gasped, then, and groaned at the discomfort of this invasion, with no lube except for what came from his cum he had deposited in my boy. I felt myself lift up off of the bed, involuntarily, impaling myself even more on his cock. I felt tears run down my cheeks but, again, there was almost no hesitation until he was outright assaulting my hole. It hurt like hell, but the rubbing on my prostate soon alleviated that and I felt myself all at once driving my own ass at him to meet his inthrusts as hard as he was doing to me. It was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I found myself begging him to fuck me as hard as he could. He thrashed and literally tried to drive me clear through the bed with all his might. I was hurting like hell, but found myself wanting it to never end, too. My legs went around him trying to pull him back into me every time he pulled back. He fucked me for a half hour at least and then looking me in the eyes exclaimed, "Here it comes, boy. Take my highly charged load, NOW!" I could actually feel the cum shooting out of his cock and flooding me with a sea of his sperm, his highly toxic POZ cum. As with my boy, I felt my own cock start to throb as I was cumming myself. He continued to grind his cock into me for several more minutes, making sure it went as deep into me as possible. When he finally pulled out, I looked down to see a very red streaked cock, coated completely in his cum and my blood. I was certain that he had probably pozzed my love and I on just this one time each, this time. I could only think, again, OMG What Did I Do and when can we get more now.

Part 20 - The Lovers Angelo leaned back against the front door his eyes closed as a heaved a heavy breath reliving the events, his thoughts flashing back to Matt wielding the knife towards Ethan. He squeezed his eyes closed tighter trying to banish the thoughts but no matter how hard all he could see was Ethan. The sadness etched across his face at the thought of Ethan walking out of the house and life forever, there was no taking back what happened. Angelo opened his eyes and headed to the kitchen to get some water, the house was deathly silent in an unusual way, opening the refrigerator he grabbed two bottles thinking that the one he would give to Ethan would be peace offering and make everything all right again. Stupid he told himself as he banged his head lightly on the refrigerator door as if to knock some sense in to himself. Angelo walked towards the lounge and stood at the door, Ethan laid on the sofa hugging a cushion his face turned towards the back of the sofa staring blankly at nothing. The sight of Ethan and the thought of loosing him bore down heavily on his shoulders, he was anxious that Ethan may struggle to process everything that had gone on. Adam's words as he departed kept ringing in his head, there was no doubt as Angelo stood watching him that he was so deeply in love with Ethan, letting him go was not an option he wanted to entertain. Underneath he knew that the next few minutes were going to be make or break for them. Angelo's arms fell down by his side holding the water bottles "I'm so sorry" he said. "About what?" Ethan responded without looking at him. Angelo could see a tear trickling down Ethan's face "I put you in danger this evening". Ethan didn't move his head and continued staring at the back of the sofa "You couldn't have known what he would do". "He attacked you Ethan" unusually Angelo was now feeling frightened. Ethan wiped his face "He must still be in love with you to go to such lengths". Angelo nodded as he thought back to things Matt said during the evening and seeing it all combine to make logical sense. He now understood the whole charade had been planned by Matt to get him back and win him over by his kindness and support. "I was a fool to let him get to me like this, I have no excuse" Angelo turned to leave. Ethan looked over "Is that for me?". Angelo turned and looked down at the bottle in his hand "Oh yes, thought you might need a drink". "I do, thank you" Ethan responded and held out his hand. Angelo walked over to him and handed the bottle "I have wrecked everything tonight" he turned to go back to the kitchen. Ethan looked at him "Where are you going?" he asked worried by how Angelo was acting. Angelo stopped "To leave you in peace" he continued walking towards the kitchen. "Stop Angelo can we talk, I mean seriously talk?" Ethan called to him. Angelo turned and walked across to Ethan "If your sure you are up to it". Ethan watched him sit on the sofa next to him "I need to know why you doubted me?". Angelo lowered his head "I don't know, probably the anger and upset at the time, I didn't think straight". "Did you really think that was the reason for me being with you?" Ethan looked Angelo in the eye. Angelo looked at Ethan "I should never have questioned it, you have true to me since we met". Ethan wiped his face as another tear trickled down his face "I fell in love with you Angelo". "Do you really still feel that way after tonight?" Angelo asked looking at his bottle of water. Ethan shut his eyes for a moment "Is it because of my age, you think I won't stick around?" Angelo looked up caught by his comment "It has crossed my mind, I held back as long as I could before opening up to you". Ethan studied him "You were a fascination at first, one I couldn't stop going back to, I mean look at you". Angelo looked questioningly at him "What do you mean?". "You have the body the looks and devilish eyes, but I also fell for the Angelo in here" he tapped Angelo's heart. "So you where serious about what you said earlier?" Angelo asked holding Ethan's hand. Ethan nodded "Angelo you are my life and part of me that I never want to let go of". Angelo looked at him "I love that I am with you and you are in my life, never forget that Ethan". Ethan snuggled up and Angelo put his arm around him "You still want me then Angelo?". Angelo kissed his forehead "More than ever Ethan, do you still want me?". Ethan nodded as his head moved towards Angelo's, foreheads touching momentarily before their lips sought each other, lips touching lips kissing tenderly with love and kindness. Angelo's heart and body relaxed in relief in his head his mind was already made up what to do, he stopped realising Ethan was looking at him smiling. "You look lost in you thoughts Angelo, can we go to bed now?" Ethan said running his hand along Angelo's face. Angelo nodded and looked at the wound covering "Does it hurt?". Ethan glanced at it "A little sore but not painful". Angelo reached around Ethan and picked him up and carried him upstairs, Ethan kissed his neck and whispered to him 'Been ages since you carried me upstairs' and then chuckled to himself. Angelo put him on the bed and went downstairs to lock up and turn off the lights, as he came back in to the bedroom Ethan was undressed and laying in bed sending a text. "Who are you texting at this time?" Angelo asked stripping his clothes off. Ethan looked up "Adam, just telling him everything is fine" he put his phone on the bed side table. Angelo slipped in to bed and Ethan snuggled up in his arms "My Angelo" he muttered kissing his neck. Angelo kissed his forehead "Always?" he whispered. Ethan nodded "Yes" he replied caressing Angelo's chest "Everything I want is here beside me". Angelo turned on his side to face Ethan "Do you understand how incredibly in love with you I am?". Ethan winced a little as he turned on his side to face Angelo "Yes" Angelo felt he was ready to burst from happiness as he thought he would never get to this point in his life after the disastrous relationship with Matt. Looking in Ethan's eyes he saw only happiness and love, he knew from that moment which direction his destiny was taking him but it was still a big gamble with Ethan being so young. Angelo kissed Ethan for several minutes before he pulled his head back and saw that wonderful smile emanating from Ethan's face that he so loved about him. Ethan whispered 'Don't stop' as he moved head back towards Angelo and they kissed tongues wrestling each other for supremacy, Ethan reached round pulling Angelo on top of him as he felt his legs pushed apart by Angelo's. Angelo was careful to avoid the wound as he slipped in between Ethan's legs resting on his forearms overlooking Ethan underneath him. He leant forward and began kissing him again, his thighs and ass being caressed by Ethan's legs. Angelo was in no state to delay making love to Ethan, quickly he had his cock positioned and pushing in to Ethan. Ethan gasped and wriggled to adjust as he felt his ass being prised open by Angelo's penetration, deeper and deeper it went forcing it's way inside. Ethan moaned and cried 'Oh god Angelo I love you', his words muffled by Angelo's tongue filling his mouth as he settled in to a steady driving rhythm of love making, his balls tapping rapidly at Ethan's ass. Ethan's back arching in desire for Angelo to make love to him. Slowly he ground his hips in to Ethan's ass who moaned in delight as they kissed, suddenly Angelo slowed to an almost stand still as he looked down at Ethan, unsure why he was stopping Ethan looked worryingly up at him, but Angelo just smiled and kissed him. "Ethan marry me?" Angelo looked deeper in to Ethan's eyes. Ethan grabbed Angelo's head "Oh my god.. yes, yes of course". Angelo smiled and kissed him then raised his head "Get ready I am going to fuck you in to the mattress". Ethan grabbed Angelo's shoulders just in time as he began to fuck Ethan hard and relentless, Ethan cried and screamed his name as he tripped out of the world and floated feeling the pure intensity of Angelo taking his lover, him. Angelo groaned and grunted signalling his climax was imminent, Ethan looked him in the eyes then kissed him hard as the fucking reached deeper in to his body 'Own me Angelo, show me you own me' he cried to Angelo. There was no aggressiveness in his love making it was a show of love and wanting for Ethan, he balls tightened quicker than they had ever done 'Oh god Ethan I love you' he called out as his body shuddered and his balls released their seed flowing rapidly up along the tubes until they met the pulsing shaft of the cock only to be fired out and released in to Ethan's body. Their mouths met in frantic kissing as Angelo's seed continued to be planted deep in to Ethan. After some time had passed Angelo pulled out and collapsed on to the bed panting heavily, Ethan laid beside him his hand across Angelo's chest was also panting trying to catch his breath. "Holy cow Angelo" Ethan panted with a grin on his face. Angelo turned to look at him "Sorry was it to much?". Ethan laughed "Fuck no, that was amazing" he breathed "I never knew it could be that exhilarating". Angelo patted Ethan's leg "I can't help it, I just love owning you and making love to you". Ethan turned to look at him "Did you mean what you said as you made love to me?". Angelo kissed him "Yes, you definitely want to marry me?". Ethan laughed "After that I would marry you every day, but yes I meant my answer". Ethan laid in the arms of Angelo side by side talking as Ethan drifted off to sleep. Some hours had passed and Ethan shuffled and woke himself up from a deep sleep, he laid there watching Angelo sleeping for a few minutes, he was happy and excited that the man laying next to him wanted to marry him. At best he thought he would be in his 30's before he found the right person to settle with or even not at all, but this man had completely won him over both from the physical sight and what was inside. His happiness bursting at the seems seemed to glow from his body as Angelo stirred and opened his eyes to find himself starring directly in to Ethan's eyes. "Are you aright, do you need anything?" Angelo asked sleepily. Ethan kissed him "No, I have everything I want right next to me". Angelo smiled "Go back to sleep then" he replied stroking Ethan's back. Within minutes they were both fast asleep again and Ethan for the first time in ages dreamt about Angelo and him walking along the beach hand in hand listening and watching the surf, in his dream they just walked mile upon mile along an expansive deserted beach. Ethan shuffled as he became aware the alarm clock was going off signalling it was 6am. He called out to 'Alexa stop' as Angelo began shifting in bed waking up. Ethan sat upright wondering if he had dreamt the whole thing, his hand wondered over to his shoulder where he felt the dressing. So it was all true he thought turning to look at Angelo who was starring up at him. "have you just realised what happened when we went to bed?" Angelo asked seeing a cogs in Ethan's mind working. Ethan nodded and smiled "Is it real, did you actually ask me to marry you?". "Yes" Angelo nodded "Are you having second thoughts?". Ethan shook his head "No, I just wanted to make sure it really did happen". Angelo smiled and stroked Ethan's back "I will pick you up after college". Ethan laid back down next to Angelo and kissed him "Why?" he asked curiously. "I need to get a ring on your finger, then you do become mine". Ethan kissed him on the mouth tenderly "Final step to really owning me, I want to buy you one as well". Angelo smiled "Is that so". "Oh yes" Ethan nodded "You may own me, but I own you", Angelo slipped his tongue in to Ethan's mouth and kissed him lovingly "Come on, we better get up". Ethan sat on the edge of the bed "Angelo do we tell anyone or wait a few days?". Angelo smiled at Ethan "Let's wait a couple of days, at least until I get a ring on your finger". Ethan nodded and got up to join Angelo in the shower "Promise you will never doubt me again". Angelo's hands were washing Ethan's back "I promise, I should never have in the first place" he replied. Ethan turned his head and leant back "It tore me apart thinking I was going to loose you". "It did?, that's good Ethan, it shows how much you love me. Never again my baby" Angelo kissed his neck. Adam poked his head in to the kitchen dead on 7am as usual to find Ethan ready to go to school with a big smile on his face, he couldn't help but notice something very different about Angelo, it was like his whole body was exuding happiness and figured it was down to them patching things up, or did he indeed do the right thing by Ethan. "You two look very happy this morning after last nights debacle" Adam said grabbing the coffee Angelo handed him. Ethan chuckled "We patched things up and made them better and I got the most amazing f..." Adam stopped him "Errr enough" he laughed "I don't need the graphic description I know you both well enough". Ethan slapped Adam on the ass "It was good though". Adam nodded and shook his head at the same time "How is the wound this morning?". "Sore but healing. I kind of feel sorry for Matt though" Ethan said looking at the place where it happened. Adam put his arm around Ethan "I wouldn't Ethan, somehow I don't think he feels sorry". Ethan turned to look at him "I guess not, thank you for being here for me last night". Angelo kissed Ethan's head "Stop being sentimental and get your bag or both of you we will be late". Ethan got in the passenger seat of the car and they pulled out the drive, they saw Matt's car being towed away by the police as they drove down the street towards Harrison. Adam glanced at Ethan "Are you sure your okay?". Ethan smiled "Yes, Angelo and I had a good talk last night and you could say we are closer than ever now". "Now?" Adam glanced and smiled seeing a glint in Ethan's eye, he wondered if Angelo did the right thing last night. Ethan sighed and sat back in his seat "How was Tony last night when you got back?". "Oh well he was somewhat shocked at what happened and he sort of asked for us to be exclusive now". Ethan turned to look at him "Exclusive, what does that mean?". Adam laughed "Like Angelo and you, sex with only your partner no one else". "Ah, is that something you want?" Ethan replied wondering if Adam could be serious enough. Adam nodded "Yes, I have loved Tony for years Ethan, long before we were of legal age". Ethan's mouth gapped open "wow, I never knew that". "We only came out as a serious couple after we both turned 18" Adam replied as he sniffed trying to hide his emotion. Ethan touched Adam's arm "It's lovely what you two have and lucky you found someone to love". Adam parked he car and looked at Ethan "He asked me to marry him last night". Ethan opened his eyes wide "What, seriously, and?". "I said yes, I love him to pieces but there comes a time when you need to be grown up about things" Adam replied. Ethan wanted to tell him but he held back "I am so happy for you both" he leaned in and kissed Adam. Adam shook his head laughing "What was that for?". "I still love you in our own way, does it mean we won't be able to kiss anymore?" Ethan asked with a sad expression. Adam opened the car door and looked at him "We can still kiss" he winked as he got out. Ethan got out of the car "Just another day" he said as they started walking to the cafeteria. Adam saw Ben sitting on his own "Ethan why don't you try and talk to Ben, he looks so unhappy". Adam grabbed two coffees and handed one to Ethan and nodded in Ben's direction, Ethan stood and thought so maybe this is not going to be just another day. For all the things Ben had done Ethan didn't feel any hatred for him, after all they had grown up together and were very close as friends. As Ethan watched him it struck him how sexy Ben actually was, he had never looked or thought of him in this way before. Ethan started to walk towards him, he never saw the cafeteria door open and Franco walk in, Adam quickly got his attention and called him over telling him to let them try and sort things out, Franco watched for a moment and nodded as they sat down and chatted about the previous evening. Ethan stood in front of Ben who looked up at him he wore neither happiness or anger but just looked Ethan in the eye. "Mind if I sit Ben" Ethan asked looking at him for some response. Ben nodded and looked at his coffee as Ethan sat down "I have been trying to speak to you for weeks". "Why didn't you?" Ethan replied. Ben nodded in the direction of Adam and Franco "They are always with you, what is the deal with Franco?". Ethan chuckled "Franco is the cousin of my boyfriend". "I see, he seems to always get in the way" Ben responded looking at Ethan. Ethan looked back at Ben "Yes he does, to him I am family and they look out for each other". "Is it really serious you and the Latino?" Ben said with little confidence. Ethan didn't know what to make of Ben "Yes. Can we talk about us?". Ben looked up at him "I'm sorry..." stopping mid sentence as he looked across to the doors. Ethan turned to see Javier walking in and looking over at them "Oh sorry about that it wasn't my doing". Ben returned his focus to Ethan "I know his brother really hauled him over the coals about his behaviour". "And what about you, you weren't exactly friendly towards me either?" Ethan leaned forward and sipped his coffee. Ben sat back and stared at Ethan "It was, I mean is complicated and I don't know if I am ready". Ethan frowned "Your not making any sense Ben, you are my oldest friend. Out of anyone I would hope you would understand". Ben looked down "I do and that is what makes it complicated. If I say anything you will probably tell people". "Ben your not making much sense" Ethan was getting frustrated at the cryptic words. Ben sighed "You could never tell how I felt about you, why we spent so much time together growing up". Ethan began to see the light "Oh Ben" his mind started whirring around "Are you saying what I think your saying". Ben freaked out "I'm sorry I have to go" he stood up and rushed out of the cafeteria as Ethan called after him. Ethan sat there looking blankly at the wall in front of him he could hear people walking around and chairs scuffing on the floor and Adam appeared in front of him. "That didn't look like it went well" Adam said looking at Ethan's frozen expression. Ethan snapped back "Oh er, Adam must promise not to say anything to anyone, despite what happened in the past". Adam looked curiously "Of course". Ethan still looked dazed "I think Ben might have been trying to tell me he is gay, that is why he closed me out". Adam looked at Ethan "Wow, Ben gay, now that is a revelation". "How could I not have seen it, all those years of sleepovers and play fighting we did" Ethan shook his head. Adam clicked his fingers at Ethan "Snap out of it, we have lectures. Maybe we need to get Ben alone and talk to him". Ethan nodded as they stood up and headed to class.

Your friend/master in Berlin is violating the bedrock principle that underlies all sane Dominant/submissive relationships: As your master, he has a Duty of Care to look after your safety and well-being because he is in a position (which you have given him) to exercise strong influence over you. His effort to persuade you to do something that puts your health at risk reveals him as a callous asshole who has no business Dominating anyone. You say that you are considering stopping PrEP because the thought of being infected by someone turns you on. Let’s draw a sharp distinction between the worlds of fantasy and reality, here. On the one hand you have a pleasant tingle that helps you get off. On the other hand you have the near certainty of contracting an incurable diseae for which you will have to take harsh medication every. single. day of your life, without fail, or the disease may grow a strain that could kill you, and even if it doesn’t, your body will be in a constant state of inflammation, making you susceptible to other ailments like certain cancers. That is, if you detect the infection before it ravages your immune system to the point that you catch pneumonia or fungal meningitis and simply die. So, to recap: On one hand a fantasy that tickles your taint, and on the other, a debilitating disease and possible death. Don’t say you’re going to choose the first option, because you would be demonstrating to everyone that you are an idiot. No fantasy is worth your health, and if you harbor some notion that having HIV is no big deal, then allow me, a four-year AIDS survivor, to set you straight. Your “master” is nothing of the sort - he’s just a common-or-garden abuser who is apt to bring you to harm. Ditch his sorry ass and find a Dominant worthy of you. And if you’ve got any common sense at all, stay on your PrEP.

I am an experienced Daddy in Oakland, kinky, pervy, etc. A couple of issues, though. 1) "Unconditional love" is something mothers give their children. Father love is conditional, you're expected to be obedient and follow Daddy's orders, requests, suggestions, and whims. 2) If you're going to hide this from your husband then you have a problem. You need to sort that out before you enter into any kind of power-based relationship with another man.

I think cum is incredibly addictive, been obsessed with it ever since I swallowed my first load

Ah. I see. I am acquainted with other people of similar misfortune (not that specific misfortune, but the general type described). The Universe can be terribly unkind to some people. Although my sentiment is about as helpful as tits on a boar hog, I hope the best for her.

I had two black tops in my hotel in Boston and they both dropped three bulks in me and gave me the best DP experience I had in my life I thought they split me in two

I have a FB in Greenwood, SC who is a serial cummer and a really nice guy, married and bi. He has fucked my hole many times and in many places at his home while his partner was away. One occasion was my highlight, he fucked me on the grass on my knees, beside the pool and pumped in somewhere between 8-10 loads, so much so that his cum was running out between strokes and dripping off my nutts into the grass. Puts a horny smile on my face and gets my cock hard just thinking about him and his serial cumming ways. He doesn't require breaks and stays hard! Good man!

The first time I traded my cunt with a top was both fearful and liberating. Fearful in the sense that there was an ingrained notion you weren't supposed to share such a pic. Liberating when it was accepted, gushed over... and then gushed in about two hours later.

Part 81 - Keep the Sling Busy Kyle was awakened by his phone ringing. “Who the fuck…” he groggily said. He grabbed his phone and answered. “Hey! Are you ready for us? We just got off the train and we’re about twenty minutes away” Jaime said. “Uhhh, no we’re not. We’re just getting up. Give us about a half hour to get showered and dressed” Kyle replied as he jabbed Joe. They ran through the shower and had just finished dressing when there was a knock on the door. Kyle opened the door and in walked Jaime and his friend Chad. Joe watched Chad’s eyes open wide as he looked around the room and then saw the sling. “Hey guys, glad you made it. Hope you’re ready to have a lot of fun today” Joe said. “Yeah, this is going to be so fuckin’ cool. I’ve never been with more than 2 guys at one time and I’ve been dreaming about doing this for a couple years” Chad replied. Kyle looked over at Chad and wondered if he really knew what was going to happen. Jaime had told them that Chad wanted to have a bareback gangbang and he said he would let anyone fuck him for the party - “no dick will be refused” Chad had boasted. Chad walked over to the sling and tried to sit down and quickly found himself sitting on his ass on the floor and the canvas mesh seat swung back and hit him in the back of the head. Everyone laughed and Jaime said “I hope the rest of the time you spend in the sling is better than that!” “Are you really ready for today?” Kyle asked Chad. “Yeah, I think so” Chad replied. “Why don’t you hit the bathroom one more time. There’s a setup in the shower to clean out” Joe said. Chad shrugged his shoulders and headed into the bathroom. While Chad cleaned out again, Joe checked the website for any last minute guys wanting to join the party and there were a couple. He approved them and sent out the room number. Forty three guys had requested invites and he approved everyone, knowing that most wouldn’t show up. He figured if he got ten he was doing good since there were so many other options. While Joe was dealing with his phone and the party invites, Kyle laid out some things for the gangbang. He took two bottles of poppers and put one in the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed and left another one on top, next to a bottle of lube. He figured the first guy or two might need the lube, but after the first few loads Chad took, his hole would be ready with the best lube of all. He laid out a blindfold, two pairs of cuffs and a ball gag. Rummaging through the bag he found a sharpie with a string taped to it. Just as Kyle and Joe finished, Chad came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. “No need to be shy, Chad. We’re all gonna see you naked sooner or later” Jaime said. “Force of habit, I guess” Chad replied as he pulled the towel off. The guys looked over Chad, who was three years older than Joe, Kyle and Jaime. His dark blond hair was buzzed short and his ears were pierced with a single 8 gauge ring in each ear. His smooth, pale skin showed a toned but not overly worked out body. There was a light trail down to his 6 inch cock, but the only other body hair he had was in his pits. Chad was fidgeting and everyone could tell he was nervous. “First gangbang or group fuck, Chad?” asked Joe. “Yeah. Other than sucking a group of guys and a few three-ways, I’ve only done one on one… And never with something like that” Chad said pointing at the sling. “You’ll like it. It makes things like this lots of fun. If you don’t, we have the bed here we can use instead” Kyle said as he pulled out a piece of plastic sheet and put it down on the floor under the sling, using the base to hole it in place. He then said “Uh, 12 minutes before the start time so you need to get in position.” Chad moved over and stood in front of the sling seat and was afraid of falling again. “Put your ass ON the seat, hold on to the chains and then rotate back” Joe said. Chad did as he was told and thankfully wasn’t on the floor again. He adjusted his body and then felt Kyle slipping a leather cuff around his wrist. Joe grabbed another and was putting it around his ankle. They did the same on the other side and then, cuffs in place, they hooked them to the chains. “Last chance to bail, Chad. Jaime said he would take your place if you chickened out” Joe said, staring at the trembling body in the sling. “Nnn.n.no, I’m good. I’ll be ok as soon as I get some dick in me” Chad replied. Kyle grabbed the gag and started to put it on Chad, telling him “This is just for the start. We don’t want you to make too much noise and get us thrown out. If you stay quiet, we’ll take it off.” Kyle tightened the gag and then grabbed the blindfold. He looked down at Chad and said “Wave your right hand if you need a break or want us to stop. Understand?” Chad nodded his head and Kyle secured the blindfold. Joe tied the string for the marker on to the D ring on the sling seat and then marked out on Chad’s chest a “+”, a “?” and a “-“. Satisfied that everything was ready for Chad’s adventure, Joe looked over and Jaime was already naked. The other two stripped down to their jockstraps and nodded at Jaime to take the first fuck. Jaime grabbed the lube and lubed his cock and Chad’s hole, slowly fingering the hole with one finger and then two. Kyle grabbed the poppers and held them to Chad’s nose and Chad inhaled once from each nostril. He let out a moan that was audible around the gag. The three smiled at each other and Jaime rubbed his cock around Chad’s hole. Pressing in, there was some resistance, but soon Chad relaxed and Jaime entered his buddy’s ass. He rocked Chad back with his hips and let the sling do its job. The strokes got longer each time as he got deeper inside Chad. There was a knock on the door and Joe looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before the official party time. He opened it and saw Raphi and Micah. “Started without us?” Micah asked. “C’mon in. We just started” Joe replied. The guys stood to the side and took their clothes off and put them in one of the plastic bags Joe had put out. Raphi and Micah started stroking their already stiff cocks. Micah was looking around, first at Jaime and then at Kyle and finally Joe. He seemed to be surprised when he looked at Kyle and Joe assumed he had seen his biohazard tattoo. The look on his face when Micah looked at Joe was more of bewilderment. Jaime was pounding his friend harder and the chains were jangling. “Oh fuck…” Jaime said as he thrust in hard and held on to Chad’s legs. He pulled back and thrust back in grunting with each pulse of his newly charged cum as it shot into Chad’s cunt. “Oh yeah” Raphi yelled out. Jaime slowly pulled out while Joe pulled his hard cock out of the side of his jockstrap and added a little lube with a half dozen strokes of his hand. He moved in and rubbed the piercing around the edges of Chad’s pucker and then plunged in. Chad yelled out around the gag, telling all that he wasn’t prepared for the second cock, much less it being shoved in like Joe had. Even having bred Chad the night before, Jaime had left a large load in today and Joe was enjoying the cummy chute. “Oh fuck” Micah said quietly, turning to Raphi. “Are they poz?” he whispered into Raphi’s ear. Raphi smiled and shrugged his shoulders as Joe started to drill harder. There was another knock at the door and Kyle opened it slightly. A tall thin guy in his 50’s stood there in a leather harness, jeans and boots. His mustached face was weathered by a hard life. He spoke his screen name and Kyle looked it up on the list Joe had taped to the wall before letting the guy in. Everybody nodded at the newcomer while Joe gave his final few thrusts and deposited his own viral seed into Chad’s cumhole. Joe slowly pulled out and looked down to see a small puddle of cum on the plastic covering the floor. He turned and looked at Micah and said “All yours.” Micah walked up and caught some of the cum dripping from Chad’s hole on the tip of his cock and then slowly drove his cock all the way in. The loud moan from Chad showed that he was now getting into the groove. Micah got Chad swinging in the sling, taking all of his cock over and over. The newcomer had dropped his jeans enough to pull his veiny cock out and stroke it hard. Another knock at the door and the ritual played out again. The next guest was about 30, Joe remembered from the guy’s profile. He was a barrel chested furry cub who was no stranger to the gym. His biceps bulged and his legs filled out his jeans. There was a bushy beard that didn’t quite cover the sinister grin on his face. Joe figured he was probably an ex-football jock who had kept in shape after his playing days. Joe checked the name and the guy came in and Joe noticed the bear paw tattoo between his shoulder blades with a red biohazard symbol in the middle of the paw. Nods were made, clothes were removed and his cock was readied by Raphi’s mouth. Micah grabbed Chad’s body and buried his cock in as far as he could before he shot his load in. After the last spurts, Micah backed away and Kyle said “Don’t forget to mark your load on his chest.” All eyes were on him to see where he put his mark. Micah put his mark under the “-“ on Chad’s left pec. Raphi nodded at the first guest who took quickly took Micah’s place. The mustached guy pounded Chad from his first inward stroke. He wasn’t gentle and kept up the pace for almost ten minutes before he said “Yeah, that’s it, boy. Work that hole. You want another load in you, right?” The man growled as he kept fucking with each shot of cum from his cock seeming to add more intensity to his thrusts. He pulled out and backed away, finding Raphi on his knees ready to clean the guy’s cock. Raphi licked and sucked, savoring every drop of the cum mixture he was tasting. Chad’s hole only spent a few seconds empty before the cub stepped up and jabbed his thick pierced cock in. There was a knock a the door and when Joe opened it he found a group of four guys. Three were in their forties and heavily inked and pierced. The fourth looked to be about Joe’s age that was wearing a leather collar that was leashed to one of the guys, a leather jockstrap and nothing else. Joe marked the names of the three off and let them in. The sub was put in the corner while the three tops stripped down. Joe really wanted to fuck the sub and leave a load in his twinky bubble butt, but he knew it was too soon since he bred Chad’s cunt to leave a decent load. The cub growled and shot his charged seed into Chad’s now sloppy hole and then spent a few more minutes working the cum deeper. The three tops took turns fucking Chad, drilling him for a few minutes before pulling out and letting their buddy do the same. The room started to get a little crowded as more guests showed up and the trio finally dumped their loads into Chad’s gut. Raphi was busily sucking one of the new guests - a guy in his late 50s that was visibly wasting and skipped cleaning the cum off of the three friends. Their sub took his place and had all three cleaned up in a few minutes. As the group of four were leaving, a large black guy walked up to the door. He stood six foot four, with broad shoulders and a firm body of muscle. He was imposing in size yet had a friendly demeanor. “This where the bang is?” he asked in a deep voice. “Yeah, you sign up or just cruising the halls looking to fuck?” Joe asked, realizing that it really didn’t matter. “Yeah, I signed up” was the reply. Joe marked him off and said “Hope you like it sloppy.” Everyone nodded at the new guy and watched him drop his pants. His thick 10 inches of already hard cut cock seemed to impress everyone. When he entered Chad, his loose, sloppy hole was now tight again and Chad made it known that he was being stretched open by both yelling around the gag and squirming. The guy took his time to let Chad get used to the sizable cock inside him but then plowed him deep and hard until his balls unleashed a shower of cum that filled Chad well past his inner ring. Joe had set the party up for two hours and a few showed up just before the ending time but he wasn’t going to turn them away. They fucked the well used hole and as hard as Chad tried to clamp down on their cocks, his muscles were worn out after the parade of cock that had used him. One guy had to jack off to cum, but they all planted their DNA in Chad’s fuckhole. With the last cock finished, Kyle put a plug into Chad’s battered hole while Joe and Jaime disconnected the cuffs him and removed the gag and blindfold. Helping him to his feet, Jaime and Joe started to take him into the shower, but Chad just collapsed on the bed instead. After a few minutes, Chad recovered and tried to stand. Joe helped him into the bathroom. Chad stopped and looked at himself in the mirror. He was covered in sweat and looked just as exhausted as he felt. Joe noticed the expression on his face and asked “What?” “What are the marks? Did they rate how good a fuck I was? I can’t believe that nine guys thought was a bad fuck. And three thought I was so-so?” Chad asked. “Nah, those are the status of the loads you took - poz, unknown or neg” Joe replied. Chad’s face turned pale and he muttered “Oh fuck. 14 poz loads” After a long pause he added quietly “I guess I said no load refused.”

I would like to see the bullies from their school get tricked and breed. Every bully should have a reckoning.

I'd had to park about a block from the party house and as I approached, a Lyft car dropped off Logan. "What timing, eh?" he grinned. His jeans did nothing to hide the fact he was running at least half hard - that, and the wet spot that had soaked through any underwear he had on to show clearly on the faded denim. I pointed it out and he said "Fuck, man - the way my dick drools I'm over being embarrassed about it. The one use I have for rubbers is if I'm going somewhere I really can't be showing a wet spot, I'll put one on to catch it. Going to a fuck party? Not even wearing underwear." As it turned out we were the first tops to arrive and the host - Nate - showed us to where we could strip down and get ready before heading into the "bullpen" while we waited for the rest of the guests to arrive and everything to get started. Some tops went in for fetishwear - leather, rubber or whatever, partly because Nate insisted all tattoos that suggested a poz man be covered - but Logan had decided to keep it simple: "My boots, fur and B.O. is all I'm gonna have on." I'd decided to do mostly the same - to show off my thick silver pelt - but I added a pair of raunchy boxers I liked to wear while fucking; I figured there'd be plenty of cum splashback after the pigs had been bred a few times and I liked the idea of having that added to my fuck shorts. Nate had set an early and narrow arrival window, to keep "gay time" from delaying the start of the party; anyone who was late simply didn't get in and if it was without a good (and verifiable) explanation they'd simply be dropped from consideration. That might seem a recipe for killing a gay party given how many gay men are, frankly, flakes - but the stories people told about his events kept the interest high. I did notice he tended to lean rather heavily on dependable regulars - like me - and people those regulars recommended - like Logan - for his tops. Still, it seemed to work. Nate tended to pick bottoms of a similar nature for a given party and had a knack for picking a slate of tops for them; fortunately for Logan, this party featured young men in the cub-to-otter range, all with facial hair and hairy-assed. Logan had been lucky; Nate had run into trouble getting commitments from enough tops - and I had a good track record for recommending reliable people, so he took a chance. Normally, he liked to have men attend one of his less structured bareback parties to see how they did before inviting them to a more focused breeding event. As other men drifted in, I explained to Logan that the only party our host threw that was more exclusive was one bottom and a bunch of tops; for that, the bottom had to commit to taking all the tops as long as there were any that still wanted to fuck. In this case, a bottom could "tap out" after taking a minimum number of loads based on the top/bottom ratio and after all the tops had gotten at least one turn with each pig. Short of that they could signal for a 10 minute break in between fucks - the only things they were permitted to do while getting fucked is ask for water, poppers or more lube; they had to take the fuck the way the top wanted to give it. Nate supervised their cleanouts, so it was very rare that the only other reason for a break - a cleanout failure - would be relevant. He also had a queuing system that he'd explained to me once - it was a little complicated but struck me as a fair way to manage this kind of party so the bottoms' holes stayed full and made sure each top had a chance at all the bottoms - and for that matter, maximized the bottoms' exposure to the poz breeders. To get around revealing who was gifting the virus, all the tops were told to talk as if they were poz. (While there was nothing to keep a top from hooking up with one of the bottoms after the party and revealing his status - at least DURING the party, the pigs wouldn't know who was delivering charged loads, so they'd have to work for all of them.) The tops' room had a monitor showing the three fuck positions (the bottoms could choose between a sling or a fuck bench; in this case, they'd all gone with slings) and the queue showing what top was up next - and would indicate if the first man had to be bypassed because the next bottom to be available was one he'd already bred. Once every top had bred every hole, it went to simple rotation and once enough tops had called it quits, the last few tops had free choice. I wondered if Logan would personally knock out any bottoms - by which I mean once the bottoms could call it a night, doing so right after he'd bred them. Nate had told me that the queue was randomly generated - but he reserved the right to make "adjustments"; I noticed that one way or another Logan was up first, which meant he got free choice of the three pigs; the second man could pick either of the remaining two, and the third man had to take the last available hole. The three little pigs were hot in different ways; all of them were wearing jockstraps, because this was entirely about their fuckholes, and a reminder to the tops that if the bottoms wanted to cum, they had to do it exclusively from getting plowed. One looked like a hairy, bearded frat boy jock type with medium brown fur on a reasonably athletic body and a slightly darker beard; good looking but kind of generic, in my view. Another was more defined and muscular - the kind I might call a "wolf-pup" and with darker skin (I couldn't make up my mind between middle-eastern and latino), a broad, bushy black moustache and heavy stubble with a dense black chest pelt. The last one - and the one I figured Logan would make a beeline for - was an inked-up, rednecky looking otter with a shaved head, a big bushy long goatee and really hairy pits and ass; not too much hair on his chest - just a "torso T", but I knew that thickly furred butt crack of his would get Logan's attention... and I was right. I was a little surprised that the hot wolf-pup was the last chosen, but then I recalled that the top second in line had a thing for college boys, so there you go. The otter got a big grin on his face when he saw the biker grizzly with dick drool streaming from his rock-hard cock stomping in his direction. The grin got even bigger and he gave a whoop as Logan rammed his dripping cock to the pubes in the otter's lubed up hole; his expression shifted to one of blissed-out pleasure as Logan started pounding. The otter's vocalizations became non-verbal grunts as his eyes glazed over, staring directly into Logan's eyes. Normally, with a half-day break Logan would fire his first load fairly quickly - but even his rapid-fire had been slowed a bit by the amount of fucking he'd been doing lately and it took him a good 15 minutes of pounding before his trouser snake filled the otter's hole with hot venom; both of the other tops in the first wave had already shot and been replaced, and one of the men in the waiting room muttered "Show-off!" when Logan finally lumbered out of the fuck space. I smirked internally - if he thought THAT was showing off, the guy was going to be amazed as the night went on. The rules forbade any sucking or fucking amongst the tops - but one of the men down the list (just above me) went over to Logan and told him how "fucking awesome" he smelled, and in very short order the two of them were in an energetic rimming 69, having agreed on a "back off" signal so neither would waste a load that belonged in one of the pigs. The man had a full, thick blond beard and seemed to be wallowing in soaking it with the sweat in Logan's hairy crack. They set off more interaction amongst the tops - nipple chewing, deep kissing, mutual stroking, etc. - centered on the men up next, so they could walk into the fuck room raging hard and ready to breed; the quicker those tops came, the sooner the ones still waiting would get some (or more) ass. After Logan's hole-munching 69 broke up, he came over and said "Don't know about the other two yet, but that otter's got an AMAZING hole; I'm looking forward to hearing what you think of him."

During lunch I got a text from a friend telling me how horny he and his partner are so I canceled a meeting and 15 minutes later I was naked in their living room, on my knees sucking their very hard cocks (7” & 8.5”) they didn’t have much time so I was on all 4 and the smaller one got behind me noticed my wet pussy and he told his partner “this bitch is already loaded” and shoved his cock balls deep while I had his partners cock in my mouth, shoving it deeper down my throat. I was spit roasted and double penetrated till they both unloaded deep in me and I returned to the office a very happy slut

Fuck! I am just going to keep tasting both until I can make up my mind! (The research is a reward in itself!)

You state that Rolaids & tums fuck up their absorption... Where did you get that info? You may of just answered why I became poz while on PreP. I took tums & other acid reducers daily couple times a day. I have terrible acid reflux. I looked up on the internet, asked my doctors, truvada websites for drug interactions & never saw anything about antacids... As far as Genotype they say that I must have a strain that is resistant to Truvada & knowing what strain a person has is very important to determining what ART drugs to use. Anyway I am gonna be really pissed if I find out antacids are an issue because I specifically searched & asked about drug interactions.

Still have my cock. No balls and no scortum. wanna see in person some day?

I enjoy being the one to order or make any mods on a sub. I did help a sub, years ago, find a dr to remove his balls. It was a process, and the first time I fucked him after he was castrated was really hot. For me, that's the last step of genital modifications. I'd never want to see a penis removed on a man, or have it done to a sub. Just my opinion, as I perceive the balls as the main catalyst to submission.

Part 5 The pickup truck drove through the city toward my next unknown destination. My young, sheltered mind could barely fathom what had already happened to me, let alone what lay in store. Mr. Jackson threw a pair of shorts to me and told me to put them on. It felt good to have my nakedness covered, even if only slightly. The truck eventually came to a halt and Mr. Jackson got out and opened the passenger door, pulling me out by my leash. He led me down the sidewalk and into an unmarked door. I could hear the thumping of dance music as he led me down a short hallway to another door with a man behind a counter protected with a glass window. Mr. Jackson slid some money through a gap, and we were buzzed in. Mr. Jackson led me down dark hallways where I caught glimpses of many naked men. Some of them felt me as we passed them on our way to a room. It was small, with only a twin bed and a chair. He pushed me onto the bed and sat down in the chair, pulling out his little case from his coat. "Do you know where you are boy?" he asked me. I just shook my head, honestly having no idea what kind of place I was really in. "This is a bath house. Men come here for sex. Tonight you are going to be a special treat for them. New sluts are always popular!" I didn't have to guess what he meant, even though I couldn't anticipate what I was really in store for. But my ass tingled at the thought of getting fucked again and my dick got hard. "I see that appeals to you!" Mr. Jackson laughed at my arousal. "Drink this." he instructed me, handing me a bottle. I was thirsty as fuck and started to guzzle it down. I had taken a couple big swigs before I realized it was a bottle of piss. I gagged a bit and Mr. Jackson just glared at me. "Drink it all boy! It's got a nice dose of G to really get you ready!" I finished it all and started to feel warm and relaxed. Then he brought out the rubber band and the syringe. I knew not to try to resist, and actually looked forward to another shot. "This will be your biggest one so far. Then you should be ready for anything." I held out my arm as he poked a vein and pushed the plunger. The now familiar rush hit me, and as soon as I stopped coughing he opened the door and led me out. I followed him in a haze down some corridors and into a room that had mirrrors everywhere and what looked like a weird swing hanging in the middle. Mr. Jackson lifted me up and placed me in it, raising my legs and buckling them in. Then he buckled down my arms and leaned into my ear. "Enjoy the next few hours Jesus boy. I know these men will!" With that the first of what would be dozens of cocks slid into my cunt. I moaned at the pleasure of being penetrated. All kinds of men fucked me over the next few hours. Old, young, fat, ugly, it didn't matter, they all used the available cumdump. I floated in a fog as my ass was bred over, and over, and over. At one point a guy planted his lips onto my anus while another guy pushed on my stomach, squeezing the contents of my bowels into his mouth. The man then put his mouth over mine and let a huge mouthful of cum drip into me and down my throat. Time stood still as I was reduced to nothing more than a hole to take cum. And I wanted it all. After many hours Mr. Jackson released my bonds and let me down. I collapsed into his arms, unable to stand. "Do you know how many men fucked you slut?" he asked me. I looked at him with glassy eyes and shook my head no. "I counted 27. 27 different cocks. 27 different loads. All from men you don't even know. You are officially a true cumdump now boy!" I just collapsed as he carried me back to our room and laid me on the bed. "I have one more for you slut." he said as he slid his big, black cock into my wet, sloppy cunt. It made squishy noises as he pounded my cum filled hole. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him as he gave me my last fuck of the night, pumping one last load into my stretched, loose hole. "Oh yea boy. I LOVE a nice juicy cunt. All those strangers loads up in you, making you so wet and slick. Your going to love your new life, whore." With that he shot one final load deep in my bowels.

Part 2 At dinner that night I sat there, ghostly pale, my stomach in knots. I could barely eat. I was sure the others could tell I had sinned so greatly. I was sure they could see the devil standing over me. "Are you not feeling well Jacob?" was all my mother asked. I just told her I wasn't and wanted to go to bed early. I went upstairs and brushed my teeth extra long, trying to wash away the lingering taste of Mr. Jackson's sperm. That night, as I lay in bed next to my brother, I couldn't sleep. My thoughts were filled with that big black dick, he had called it a dick, in my mouth, ejaculating down my throat. I had liked it, and secretly wanted more. And I had a feeling I would get that and lots more, like those pictures in the magazines. The next day, Mr. Jackson came over to talk to my parents. I tried to eavesdrop on their conversation, but my siblings made it impossible. After he left, my father came to tell me about the visit. "Jacob," he began, "Mr. Jackson needs some help for a few weeks on a cabin he's building in the mountains. He's offered to pay a nice sum for your services, and I think the work and time in God's nature will do you good." I secretly shivered when he said "services" because I could only imagine what those would entail. But I could not disagree with my father. So the next day I was packed with a few changes of clothes, my work boots, and a bible and hopped into Mr. Jackson's truck and off we went. I looked back at my family as they waved me off into a future none of them could imagine. "That was easier than I could have ever hoped!" Mr. Jackson laughed as we drove away into the unknown. We didn't talk much on the way, I just sat there trying to imagine what the next few weeks would bring. It was only a couple hours to the cabin, and we arrived mid-afternoon. As I reached for my bag in the back, Mr. Jackson said "leave it boy, you won't need nothing in there except your boots. Grab those other bags and follow me." I did as told and we went into the cabin, the door locking behind me. "Strip boy!" He commanded me. I stood there nervously, not moving. Mr. Jackson raised his hand and slapped me hard across the face. "I SAID STRIP!" I quickly shed my clothes, trembeling as I realized there was no one around to help me. As I pulled my clothing off, Mr. Jackson was pulling items out of the bags. Various strange looking things, most of them in black leather. "Now stand at attention boy! I want to inspect my property." I stood there, arms at my side while Mr. Jackson looked me over. I stood 5'8", a little shorter than his 6ft. I had a pale, thin body from too much time indoors praying instead of playing. My legs were covered in dark hair, and I had a little on my chest which ran down my stomach into dense, bushy pubes. The crack of my buttocks was also quite hairy, as well as my armpits. "Not bad boy," Mr. Jackson sneered. I like my white bitches skinny. We'll take care of the smooth part next." With that he pulled out a bottle of something orange and told me to drink it. It tasted kind of funny, but I was thirsty and drank it all down. Soon I was feeling really warm and mellow. And my dick was rock hard. Mr. Jackson had pulled out some clippers and went to work shaving my body. Soon there was nothing but stubble covering me. He then took a bowl of hot water and a razor and shaved the rest of me totally smooth. The hair on my head was the only thing left. And I have to admit the feelings of his hands all over my body made me tingle everywhere, especially my rock hard penis that stood straight up the whole time. Mr. Jackson stepped back when he was done to look at me. "Very nice boy! Now you look like your about 13, naked and smooth with your little boy cock sticking up. What is it, about 5"? Certainly not a real man's cock." I blushed as he commented on my body, feeling shame at my nakedness. "But now the real fun can begin!" He put leather straps around my wrists and ankles, and a collar around my neck. Then without warning I felt a body wracking jolt around my neck. I screamed and dropped to the floor as I jerked and spasmed. "That's a shock collar boy, to keep you in line. And just know, that was only half voltage! So don't even THINK of escape!" I softly whimpered and prayed to Jesus to save me from my plight. "I told you who you would pray to now boy!" Mr. Jackson said as he kicked me in my stomach. "Jesus can't help you now!" With that, he pulled out a small case and sat down on my chest, pinning me down. He wrapped a rubber tube around my arm and said "hold still boy if you don't want to get hurt! I've learned this is the quickest way to turn bitches like you into nasty chem sluts!" I had no idea what was about to happen when I felt a slight prick in my arm, then he released the band on my arm. WHAM!! A force flew through my body unlike anything I could ever imagine. It was like God himself had entered me. My lungs seized up and I started a coughing fit. Mr. Jackson just stood up and went out side, returning with my bible. As the coughing subsided, he pulled me up and over his knee and started to beat my buttocks as hard as he could with Gods words. Over and over he paddled me, an intense warm feeling increasing all over my body. Then he threw me over the arm of the sofa and moved back between my legs, tossing the bible into my hands. I could hear him spit several times then I felt something pushing against my anus. "I gonna rip you open bitch!" Mr. Jackson yelled. "I'm gonna make you my slut! Your cunt is gonna bleed for me!" With that, he pushed as hard as he could and his penis popped into me. I screamed like I've never screamed before. It was as if the devil himself was raping me. "Scream bitch! I love it! Scream, cry, pray to be saved! There is no one to hear you! Not even your god!" With that he slid his dick all the way into me and I howled as I clutched my bible. "PLEASE GOD! HELP YOUR POOR SERVANT!" I cried as Mr.Jackson started to plow in and out of me. Tears flowed from my eyes onto my bible as I prayed and prayed to be delivered from Sarah Palin. Mr. Jackson just laughed while he continued his rape. Slowly the pain started to subside, and a new feeling replace it. A good feeling. "That's right boy," he said, noticing the change in me."you know what God made you for. To please men. Your my property now boy. That's your cunt I'm fucking. Its going to learn to take lots of Cocks in it! Your going to be my little chem whore!" I just moaned and buried my face into the couch, accepting my fate. Mr. Jackson continued to debase me before finally yelling, "oh yea! Take it boy! I'm breeding you bitch! Take my cum now!" I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me, and I knew at that moment I would never be the same. God, or the devil, it didn't matter. I would serve Mr. Jackson. He pulled out of my throbbing hole and grabbed my hair. I could see a messy mix of blood, cum, and shit covering his half hard cock. I didn't care. He shoved it in my mouth and like a demented whore I sucked everything off. When it was clean, he pushed me onto the floor and stood over me. "Jerk off whore!" He ordered me as he let loose with a load of piss. I grabbed my cock and furiously beat it, quickly shooting my sperm all over me while he showered me in piss. "I baptize you Jacob. I baptize you into your new life as a piggy chem whore." I just opened my mouth and accepted my new gods gift.

It's been awhile, but there is something so primitive and sensual about getting fucked that way.

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

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Nine random guys in the dark room at the bathhouse. Then one more from the bathhouse attendant the next morning. It was a great stay.