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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.”

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...

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...

I discovered a sauna in a run-down part of town in walking distance from my office. The reviews said it was a bit sleazy and was a sauna for “men not twinks” which I found intriguing. So I headed off there one afternoon. The guy who let me in through the nondescript door in a side street was probably in his fifties, pudgy and wearing tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled as he charged me the entrance fee. “New here, aren’t you?” he asked. I nodded as he handed me my key. “Well, enjoy,” he remarked with a grin. It was pretty run-down and smelled a bit of damp. As I was getting undressed, a nude man appeared beside me. He was old and skinny with a paunch and he had a big cock hanging down with some foam around it where he had shaved his pubes. “That’s better,” he commented in a thick, phlegmy voice. adding "I like it smooth.” I said something neutral and stripped off my pants. “Nice tatts” he remarked, looking at the designs on my bottom and arms. “Thanks,” I answered. I wasn’t used to this kind of direct talk, and felt excited as I headed to the sauna. After a while, he came in and sat beside me. He wasn’t wearing a towel and his cock was semi-hard against his thigh. “Least it’s a bit warmer in here, eh? Bit cold outside. First time?” “Yes,” I replied. Nodding, he asked my name and followed-up with some general questions, his hand resting idly on my thigh as his fingers caressed my cock. I gasped, but he was quite nonchalant and talking about the weather as he stroked me to full erection. “Nice cock," he remarked, adding “You bottom or top?” His blunt question somewhat embarrassed me, but still I was able to answer "Well, bottom mostly.” His cock was erect now, thick and covered in veins. I also notice he had apparently at some point slid a cock ring around his tool. “Want to fuck?” I didn’t know what to say, but not wanting to appear naïve or nervous, I just shrugged and answered “Sure.” He levered himself off the bench and I followed his flaccid, wrinkled buttocks along the corridor (he hadn’t bothered with a towel) until we reached a room with a large, oval bed in the middle. Tossing a small bottle on the mattress he muttered “Poppers, if you want em.” There were some packets of lube on the side. He tore one open and rubbed it on his cock, then pushed me onto my knees commanding "Bend forward and rest your head on your arms.” When I was in position he asked rather incongruously, “So what do you think of the place, then?” “Not bad...”I started to reply, feeling this was a weird time to be starting a conversation, but then I felt his bare cock pushing into my arsehole. I gasped as I opened for him and after a brief struggle, the big head slid up me in a rush. "Don’t - don’t you want a …condom?” I asked. He was deep in me now and starting to thrust slowly in and out, making me sigh with pleasure, answering “Nah, I hate the things and haven’t used them since I was diagnosed. Here, take some poppers," handing me the bottle, even as my mind took in what he’d said: I was being fucked raw by a poz cock. I took a sniff and felt myself relax into it. He was sliding rhythmically in and out, all the time talking to me as if we were waiting for a bus or something. It was bizarre, and yet it seemed to distract me from worrying about what I was doing. Suddenly, the door opened and the pudgy guy from the front desk came in with a black bin-liner. “Don’t mind me!” he commented, adding “Seen it all before. Just emptying the bins.” He bustled around clearing up, when all the time I was kneeling there being fucked. “Nice bum,” he remarked, stroking his crotch. “Many in today, Bill?” asked the man fucking me, although in truth he was beginning to pant and his movements were getting more urgent. “Yeah, a few now, Sid. Mostly regulars." Sid gasped and said “Hang…hang on. I think I’m going to cum. Yep…here it cums!” With that his cock swelled and throbbed and I realised to my horror that he was filling me with spunk. “Nice,” he commented contentedly, stepping back one or two steps so his cock flopped out and a dollop of slimy cum slid down my balls. The other man, Bill, dropped his shorts and a stubby erection sprang up stiffly under his flabby belly. Before I even had time to react, he got behind me, steadied my bottom with one hand and thrust his cock into me with the other. It was so matter of fact, so nonchalant without even asking I just sagged in shock as he began to thrust eagerly in and out. “Put..put the kettle on….Sid," he gasped, explaining “I’ll make a cuppa when I’m done.” Bill nodded and left as Sid worked his way to orgasm. “Gah!” He gasped at last “ Fucking beautiful!” He pushed hard against me and came in me, stroking my thighs and panting happily as he spurted. “Phew! Nice one!” he remarked as he withdrew, giving my bottom a playful slap. “Want some tea?” He pulled some tissue from the dispenser on the wall and wiped his dripping cock before stepping into his shorts. I just nodded and followed him downstairs, numb with what had happened. There was a small patio with a table and two plastic chairs. Sid sat on one reading a paper. On the other was a pool of what looked like sperm. Sid saw me looking and said “Some dirty bastards in here, alright.” I suddenly felt helpless with the filthiness of it all, and yet the pure animal pleasure excited me. Slowly I lowered myself into the seat, feeling the anonymous spunk oozing between my buttocks and coating my hole. Sid looked up and said “You’re not poz, are you?” I shook my head. “How did you know?” He shrugged. “Something about your face upstairs, the shock when I said I had been diagnosed.” He turned back to his paper and lit a cigarette. “Anyway, better get used to it. Neither Bill nor I are on meds, so you’re probably pregnant already.”

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

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.

Yes it is. Can’t stop begging and submitting to toxivmc seed. I’m am positive submissive faggot and off meds.

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.

1 of my favorite kinds of sex is sleepover sex. Usually I am with a friend with benefits I've developed a good relationship with; we are both ravenously attracted to each other and compatible in and out of the bedroom. Perhaps we watch a movie, have dinner, etc. before having sex before bed. As it takes a while to recharge before topping again, I enjoy fucking a btm 3 times in the night - before bed, in the middle of the night, and sending him to work with a load the morning after. I love breeding an ass full of my cum.

See you there fellow slut.

You have to be logged into your Xtube account, or you cannot see it. I just checked it out.

Would love to have you say that as you blast your load deep in my ass!?

I liked the surprise of ITF (in the flesh) cruising. Being in a park and seeing someone who you KNEW was interested. Doing the dance, if I do this will he get the hint... Should I follow him back there? and the reveal. an unassuming guy with a monster cock or a huge gay with an average one or a thick one with a lot of foreskin or the ones that leak precum like a faucet.... I love variety. These days, you know every freckle on him before you even meet him!

I never think of myself as “acting” - I am always trying my best to respond in the way that gives the Top the maximum pleasure and satisfaction from his fuck. In that sense, I try to actually feel the way the Top seems to want or expect me to feel, even if the Top wants me to feel discomfort. I tend to be a very expressive bottom anyway. My body broadcasts what a Top is doing to it, without any extra effort on my part. My back arches, my legs splay, my toes stretch involuntarily, and I don’t even want to think about the expressions that must be visible on my face - the sounds that come out of my mouth are embarrassing enough. And the orgasms - I’m sure as fuck not faking those. Ask the guys fucking me. So on the whole, I would say I’m not so much acting as responding, which I consider my absolute duty to the Tops who privilege me with their fucking.

So I’m a 30 year old physician living in New Orleans. I’m 5’6”. 140lbs and like to think I have a face that has been called “pretty fucking cute” by some folks. I am however a slut with a never ending need to get fucked at baseline who is currently in a “healthy” “happy” “monogamous” relationship. I’ve been getting fucked raw behind his back for years but this New Years, I made a resolution to be faithful to him. I deleted all the apps from my phone and was happy for once to not be tempted. A few days ago, my sister texted me telling me that her father in law was going to be staying in New Orleans for a day on a convoluted connecting flight schedule from Turkey to Canada to see them. I had never met the man but I wanted to be polite and reached out to him via email inviting him to stay with us while he was visiting. He agreed with a “Thank you”. When I went to pick him up, I was a bit nervous. He was a fifty two year old, old fashioned Turkish Muslim man who had spent most of his life in a modern albeit Muslim country. Even his last name Ozturk meant “pure Turk”. I wasn’t sure how he was gonna take to staying with me and my husband. When the plane landed and people were coming off I held a sign with his last name. Halfway through the hoard of people exiting, I noticed a tall dark ugly looking man come towards me. He was dressed in khaki pants and a T-shirt. He was definitely a bear of a man with a big buff chest that showed that he had been a labouror for most of his life but a belly that also signified that he was one of those dad’s that didn’t care about how he looked. He wasn’t blessed in the face department and had a pretty big nose and one very bushy unibrow. His beard was thick and unkempt. What struck me even from afar as he walked towards me were his arms and neck. He was so hairy, I literally had throughly he was wearing a turtleneck undershirt and I was corrected as he came closer. “Hello, you are the doctor brother?” In a heavy thick accent. “Yes I am the doctor. Your daughter in law’s brother. It’s really nice to meet you and Ozturk. My car is right there. Can I help you with your bag?” He politely refused. We placed his luggage in the trunk and he got into the passenger seat. As he sat down, I felt a gust of very strong musk that can only be described as a man who had never used deodorant getting off a 17 hour flight. It was strong! I drove home as quickly as possible because I knew the smell was unbearable and yet for some reason I was so attracted to this ugly hunk of pure masculinity that was sitting right next to me. I reminded myself I had to behave because he was a house guest and my sisters father in law. We went home and I walked him to the guest room and showed him the guest bathroom. My husband was still gonna be at work for a few hours and I told him I’d bring him some fresh towels and that he could rest for a bit before dinner. I went to get my finest towels and as I entered the bathroom assuming he was in the room since bathroom door was ajar. As soon as I entered I made eye contact with what I can best describe as a naked 6’3” hairy Neanderthal in nothing but thick black socks standing in front of the toilet with his eyes fixed at me. I quickly said, “Oh my God I’m sorry”. And started to turn around but he replied, “No. No. Put towel.” As uncomfortable as I was, I turned my gaze away ensuring to keep my eyes and face away from him and reached out to place the towels on the towel rack right next to where he was standing. Suddenly I heard a distinct sound of liquid pouring. I instinctly turned towards the sound and saw a bushy cock, a good six inches long soft, and almost as thick in girth. It was cut with a big mushroom head. He had started to piss with me literally half a foot away from him. His dark urine was as pungent as the smell that eluded from him. Only smelled different and strongly of ammonia. I realized I had been looking at his cock and I quickly turned my eyes up to make eye contact with him. He looked at me straight in the eyes and grinned. “Like?” “Uhhh. Yeah you’ve got a pretty big dick there.” I said uncomfortably trying to slowly move away. I had turned my face to the wall and wasn’t gonna make any more embarrassing eye contact. “You want?” he said as he continued to empty his bladder. I looked back up at him. He was still grinning. I knew even with his broken English, what he meant. I courageously walked back up to him and grabbed his penis. He never took a pause in his piss streak and I could feel his cock start to harden as I held it. By the time he was finished pissing, he was so thick I could barely close my fingers around it. It was a good nine inches in length. I got down on my knees and licked the head of his cock. Salty. From the piss still on it. I grabbed his hairy smelly balls and tried to start to deep throat him. He started to moan. I tried to engulf his whole baby maker to the base and found myself gagging as his thick pubic hair touched my face and entered my mouth. I started to pull back to breathe but he held my head making me struggle as he started to pump my face. I knew I couldn’t pull away and I took a deep breath with my nose and continued to attempt to please him. His grip on my hair loosened. After about ten minutes of me blowing him he tugged at my hair and pulled me off and up. He turned me around me still on my knees and pushed my face down to the ground exposing my ass up. He placed a foot over my face and I smelled his reeking socks. God it was like he hadn’t changed his socks in a week. I felt him feeling around my anus and felt two thick dry fingers push through. I yelped in pain. He pushed harder on my face with his foot. He then repositioned himself and started to enter me with no lube but the saliva from my mouth when I was servicing him. It was excruciating and I started to tear up and scream. “Its too big.” I screamed as I tried to push him out. “No.” He barked and pushed all the way in as he started to pump. It hurt like hell and I knew I was probably bleeding but there was no stopping him at this point. He started to pump harder as his low hanging hairy balls slapped against mine. I tried to stay in position but quickly started to buckle with pain and tried to squirm away. He grabbed me with one hand holding my face up and the other around me to hold down both my arms. And then he put his whole weight on me. I was there lying on the cold bathroom floor struggling with this mammoth of a man laying on top of me and pumping hard. After what seemed like a century but what was probably like twenty minutes, I noted that his thrusts became deeper and harder and faster. He started do breathe differently. I knew he was close. And then just like that, he yelled something in Turkish. And beat my cunt hard with his hammer like cock. After about nine thrusts and volleys (I counted), he was done. He loosened his grasp on me. I lay there face down on the cold tile with him on top of me, still inside me, hurting, bleeding, feeling defiled and dirty. And yet all I could focus on was how his manly armpits smelled like bad onions and that I had been taken by my sister’s father in law in my own house. He eventually got off me and I tried to clean up the bloody cummy mess that was the bathroom. As he left the bathroom I yelled, “Dinner is at 8 downstairs Mr Ozturk.” So much for my New Years resolution of staying faithful.

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.

Some interesting thoughts published here already. I'd like to throw my three cents in..... and start by saying.... different strokes for different folks. This is what turns MY crank. I am fully aware some will enjoy and others not... I'm cool with that.... I too found the whole "Daddy" descriptor a little confusing in its description. Depended on who you are speaking to - right? For me, I prefer to speak more in terms of younger/older. That way is it relational. Someone is the older of the two and someone is the younger. It could be a few years, or as in my case, about 20. I was contacted by a very shy Portuguese guy who was closeted (by his own admission). He saw my profile on a 'hookup' site and sent an email asking if I had every considered hooking up with a much younger guy. Someone around 'his' age. I grinned at that. Showed he had a sense of humor. He sent the obligatory cock pic - one soft with the uncut skin over top of the head and one hard with the thick foreskin bunched around the head of his huge rock hard cock. He said he was very interested in sucking some older guy dick and maybe more if we clicked. We have been fucking for 15 years now. We clicked. I met him at his place that first time. He was a lean hairy beast... top to bottom. He was a little anxious about it... and I told him I enjoyed guys who had no hair... right up to guys like him!! I asked if I could call him Hairy Gary... and he relaxed right away and his cock started to twitch a little. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and looked me right in the eye.... and then glanced down. I followed his gaze and when he knew I was looking down where we were joined, he pulled his hand away slowly and brought it up to my shoulders. "Will you suck my cock for me.... I have this huge fantasy about an older guy sucking my cock". With that, he pushed gently on my shoulder and I dropped down to my knees and took that growing cock into my mouth. He reached behind my shaved head and held my head in place gently as I slowly licked his foreskin, tongued under the skin and around his hardening head. His cock was a perfect shape for me to lean forward and open my mouth and throat to let his partially hard dick slide into my throat. He moaned out loud a couple of times as I squeezed his cock with my throat muscles. Slow and gentle. He stopped moving just to feel me milking his cock. I found out that he really liked having his cockhead sucked hard. He enjoyed me encircling his corona with my teeth... just enough pressure to tease... but not moving. Just bite gently. He love me teething gently his foreskin. He loved it when I swallowed him to the root of his cock in one slow swallow. I could feel his cockhead starting to get VERY hard and I knew he was getting close. I pulled off a second and looked up at him and said "Mouth? Face??" He grabbed his cock from my grasp and stroked about twice. I could see his head flare. And as the first shot erupted, he aimed it at my mouth from a few inches away. "Both" was his answer and started to moan over and over. Then he proceeded to shoot gobs of cum across my chin, lips, nose and into my open mouth. I thought this was pretty fucking hot, as we both took our time and connected and enjoyed the cock sucking. I decided I wanted that big cock in my tight hole. So I looked up at him and asked "How long before you get hard again". He pulled away and said "I'm already hard. What would you like next? I'm enjoying this". I turned around, stuck my ass up in the air and said "I want to see if you know how to use that big uncut cock. Fuck me. Tease me. Seed my hole". He reached down and wiped any remaining cum from my chin and nose and held his cummy fingers in front of me for a second, so I could see what was there. Then I felt those two fingers slowly rubbing the cum all around the outside of my hole. He was still dripping cum from the end of his dick, and he slapped that big uncut meat against my pucker. Pushed in a little and pulled out a little and slapped a little. Then we really started getting into one another's heads.... and that was when the Daddy word came up... He said "Do you want to feel my hard young cock in your hairy Daddy hole today?" And he kept slapping and saying things like "You should see that cummy Daddy hole starting to open up for my thick cock. You like the uncut dick don't you Daddy?" He was right. It was turning me on in a huge way. I loved this young hair stud not rushing a suck job. And now it was clear he was likely not going to rush a fuck either. The fact that he kept calling me Daddy wasn't upsetting me at all. He was young enough to get away with it. And I could tell by the tone he used with that word "Daddy" that this was a respectful description. He started telling me I was a sexy older man and that turned his crank. He would have been happy with the blowjob he said. The fact that I wanted his young hard cock in my hole really turned him on. He explained that this was also a huge fantasy of his - to fuck an older guy - but was too shy to ask. The fact that I had asked for his cock kept him rock hard. He asked if I was sure I wanted to fuck raw? I explained I was totally fine with that and I expected that he would breed my ass with his big load. That set him off a little apparently. He reached around and gripped my hips and said it was time to quit playing. I relaxed and opened my hole up and he just slid that rock hard cock deep into my cummy hole.... right up to his balls. I reached around those hairy ass cheeks and pulled him tight to prevent him from moving. He looked at me quizically and I said "Don't move. I want you to flex your cock head right where you are. I want to know exactly where that cock head is sitting inside my guts". He just moaned again, and I could feel his cock swell up and reduce and swell. It was an intense feeling with him buried deep inside and not moving at all. His eyes shot wide when I used all my ass muscles to GRIP his cock. I squeezed and milked his cock. Feeling the thickness and hardness in my guts. I said to him... "I'm a tough Daddy... let's have a good solid fuck boy." He fucked me silly. He was a fucking porn star. He tried every awesome angle he could muster. He had a couple angles where I swear that big cock went another inch up inside me. I realized he liked dirty talk so I started egging him on. Telling him I had come to suck his cock and that I enjoyed his hot load on my face and now I wanted his hot load in my guts. I told him to breed my hole. I said I wanted his cum. I said he needed to seed my ass. When I said I needed him to make me his first Daddy cumslut - he lost his shit and pounded me like a crazy man. I could feel the cum shooting. Each shot into me was accompanied by a moan from him in perfect unison. He pulled his cock out after a few big shots and let me see he was still shooting - just before he slammed his spurting dick back inside of me. There was no doubt he was loading my ass up good. When he finished, I told him to pull out and I crawled around to take his softening cummy cock into my mouth and licked him clean. I had shot a huge load while was cumming and he pushed me onto my back and proceeded to lick every drop of cum from my cock and balls. Then he flipped me over and licked his cum from the outside of my drippy hole. As I said - we have been sucking and fucking for about 15 years now. He is still in the closet. I fucked him 'once'. He is pretty much a dedicated top but thought he'd like to try it with me at least once. I am quite happy to have this hung young stud use my mouth and asshole every now and then. We have fucked in his garden shed with neighbors sitting beside the fence. We have fucked on the edges of his hot tub and my hot tub. We have fucked on many home made amateur porn movies with some spectacular cum shots on beds, in slings and poolside. Great memories. We really enjoy one another's naked company. If you are lucky enough to find someone who is 'wired' for the same scene... the younger top / older bottom scene can be VERY hot. IMO, the more mature and open minded the younger top - I will ensure a great time. I post and ad every now and then and have been topped by at least 20-25 younger tops in the last 3 years. There are a lot of hip young Canadian guys interested in topping an older guy. In a couple of cases, I have returned the favor and topped them - at their request. Also very hot scenes!! I make it clear to these guys when we are talking that I only take their loads raw. There will be no condoms, so if they want to fuck raw - I'm willing to meet and take their loads. That puts a LOT of them into an orbit before they even show up. In a lot of cases, they blow very fast because they are very excited. But thanks to youth, they are usually ready for a good long fuck after I suck them back to life and edge them.... grin. I've attached a picture of Hairy Gary and I... Cheers

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.

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

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

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

Part 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.”

Always into drinking piss. Fresh from the tap. Miss guy use to feed me his

Seven loads seems a lot from one guy. I have a few regulars who always go for round 2 most of the times, sometimes three but that is usually the max. A guy can only cum so often in a limited time.

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."

Last night went over to my fb’s house. He organized a last minute spontaneous fuck gathering. There were 5 of us there. At one point I was sitting on his rim chair with an expert tongue fucker working on my ass lips and hole under me. My dick was hard with his tongue working inside my ass and his sucking and slurping on my ass. A furry cub backed up and squared over my hard dick and he started to ride up and down on me. His ass was full of cum loads and he was leaking all over my lap as he was fucking himself on my dick. He couldn’t hold this squating over me and on my dick for very long with his legs on other side of the rimming pig lying on the floor. These guys know I like my nipples played with hard. I blow my load fast when they get worked on hard. The cub’s furry bear boyfriend got behind the rim chair and put some nipple clamps on my nips and was pulling on the chain and pulled hard on my nips. Adding the clamps was the key that pushed me over the edge and I flooded the cub with my load inside his sloppy cum filled hole. Adding my load to the gut warmed fuckslop already in him and leaking over me was great but even better was felching on the cub’s hole after and sharing the slop with the cub and his furry bear boyfriend. There was a lot more nasty play all night.

Aaron will have a good summer being bred by two men, but he'll really have a ball in the men's room in the basement of the library. He'll be able to take lots of loads there if it's like the men's room of the library where I went to school.

Went for something different last night. Hooked up with someone hung, muscular (young bear type), and horny - but who was also a really sweet guy. We started off in missionary before he manhandled me onto my side and finally on my stomach. Loved feeling his thick eight inches bottoming out in me. After he shot a load in me, I stroked one out, and we chatted. Like I said, a sweet guy with a sense of humor. Chatting led to making out, and making out led to me sucking his half-hard dick into a full-fledged hardon. This time we skipped missionary and he went straight to him plowing me doggie/flat on my stomach. We made out as we fucked, with me alternately turning around to suck his tongue, sucking on his fingers, kissing his (big) biceps, and whimpering with my eyes rolling back like a mindless whore. Felt good getting load number two from my stud.

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

Part 15; Tom said; 'What's going on?' 'Time for more blood slamming Tom for my boy over there'. I walked over to Matt, knelt by him, and said; 'Who is your Daddy now?' ... He smiled into my soul... 'You are Daddy'. A tourniquet on all of us we; Rob, Tom, Seth and myself all had our blood drawn. Then using 4 new empty syringes I put in a quarter of each syringe of blood into 1 empty syringe, making a total of 4x Quadruple Toxic DNA Cocktails. I took 1 Quadruple Toxic DNA Cocktail syringe, put a needle on, knelt before my boy; 'You want this, my sweet sexy son?' 'Yes Daddy, I want to please you'. I quickly found a vein, maybe the same one, and slowly gave him the whole lot. 'Follow me son'. He walked on his knees until I had him facing his previous owner. Holding onto the leash, and holding up the empty syringe in the other hand, I stood in front of Jim, and said; 'Jim mate, my sexy boy just received a Special Beautiful Cocktail containing; Syphilis, Hep C, and 4 strains of HIV, 1 of which is Med resistant. I am in control now'. ? ? ? I turned towards my boy, got him to turn facing me... 'Suck me son' Squeal for part 16 Piggies And don't forget to show your appreciation with 'Liking' and 'Up voting'

As a bottom the idea of having my cock and balls removed or modified is more appealing than i think the reality would be. I lean more towards chastity as a form of modification than actual removal. I did have a Dom say to me once that the best gift i could give him was the gift of my balls. That scared the fuck out of me and attracted me at the same time. I am turned on by the idea of hole modification when a Top is into it. I.e., I love the idea of a Top modifying and changing my hole. I had a Top FB once who played for a long time on my hole, eating, fingering and using a dildo on it. I didn't realize later that He was slowly and purposefully working to change the way it looked, which was part of His intent. He didn't want to be sudden or harsh, He wanted to change it without my knowing. I was face down the whole time and He liked me to wear a blindfold. Before He left, I heard a "click" and when He got home he sent me a pick. He was very proud of what He had done and my hole had little lips and looked like a slit or pussy. He told me that when He was eating my ass He was purposely sucking on it to get that effect. He totally captivated Me with His desire to mold and make my hole His.

Part 6 The Sun was already up when we exited the bath house, the large plug lodged deep in my ass. I guessed it had to be Sunday morning. My thoughts drifted to my family. I knew they would be heading to church soon, then probably having a BBQ in the backyard, as they did almost every Sunday. I almost wished I could join them, but I was too far down the devil's path to return. We drove back through the city, with me on the floor of the truck, and eventually into a garage. I immediately recognized it as being Mr. Jackson's garage. My heart raced as I started to panic. Why were we here? Was he going to send me back home already, high as a kite and full of strangers cum? My mind raced as he dragged me into his house and upstairs into a bed room. He threw me on a bed and locked my collar to a short chain so I couldn't go anywhere, then he left me. I don't know how long I was alone up there, time was fuzzy to me. After a while I could hear the voices of my family in the backyard as Dad got the BBQ going. I thought of yelling out to them, but didn't know if they would even hear me. Plus I was scared of angering Mr. Jackson. I had quickly learned he had ways to punish me if he wanted too. After a while I heard voices downstairs, several mens voices, and I quickly concluded I was going to be in for some more fucking. Mr. Jackson just came up the stairs and released the chain from my collar. He then guided me over to a window. This window happened to overlook my family's backyard. I could see everyone. He then took my wrists and attached the cuffs to hooks that had short chain's hanging down, forcing me to hang in the window, arms spread apart. Panic surged in me again. If I could see my family, all they had to do was look up into the window and see me hanging there naked. I started to object and Mr. Jackson just silenced me with the ball gag. I felt the now familiar band go around my arm as I was once again stuck with a needle and the familiar rush rocked my body. The plug was pulled out of me and another strange man pushed his cock into me. He held my hips and fucked me while I stared in horror out the window to my family below. "That's it Slut." Mr. Jackson said as I took a cock up my cunt. "Look at your family. Look, there's Daddy and Mommy, and all your brothers and sister's. Look at them enjoying themselves while their depraved faggot son is taking cock right next to them! What would happen if they looked up here and saw you?" I shook in fear as tears rolled down my cheeks again. The man just kept fucking me deep and hard. "Oh look slut, there's your pastor and his wife joining them. Should I call them and tell them to look up here?" I frantically shook my head no as the guy fucking me dumped his load in my guts, mingling with all the other loads already in me. He pulled out and another guy pushed in. "That's right slut, take that cock like you were born to do. Watch your family while you get bred. This may be the last time you ever see them!" I cried knowing this was probably true. I could never return to them now that the devil had claimed me for his own. I just hung there as two more men came in and fucked me, adding more and more cum into my guts while my family ate below, oblivious to the depravity going on over them. After the last guy pumped his cum up into me, Mr. Jackson held a rag over my nose and mouth and I inhaled a new smell. Instantly my head spun more and my ass begged for more cock. Mr. Jackson just started putting fingers up in me, working them in and out. Deeper and deeper he pushed his hand into my wet hole until he pushed really hard and his hand popped through. I screamed into the gag as I felt his hand slide up deep into my bowels. I watched my family through tears as his arm pumped up and down, ripping my cunt further apart. "Take it whore! Take your Masters fist in your slutty cunt! This is your destiny! You are forever a worthless fuckhole for anything I want to put in you. You will never return to your family. You are mine for as long as I want, until I've used you up so much you'll never be good for anything else!" He grabbed my cock with his other hand and jerked it while he milked my from the inside. Soon shot after shot flew out of my dick all over the window as I jerked on Mr. Jackson's arm. When I had finished, he pulled it out of me. I could feel hot liquid running out of my wrecked hole and down my legs. Mr. Jackson just laughed. "Your cunt is bleeding like a true pussy now!" He unhooked my wrists and I just fell to the floor in a heap, my mind trying to grasp all that had happened to me in the last couple of days. Trying to fully grasp the reality of my new existence. Later that afternoon, I was in the living room, strapped down to a fuck bench with Mr. Jackson's big cock buried in my cunt. He picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Hello Zeke." he said as he ground his pubes into my tender, sore, inflamed ass lips. Oh my God! He was taking to my father! "Yes, Jacob is fine. More than fine!" My heart was in my throat! "Well I was just calling because I happen to be home, no, Jacob is still up at the cabin, but I was wondering if I might also be able to employ the services of Elijah as well." Oh shit! Elijah was my 19 year old brother! "Yes, well my back isn't what it used to be, and I could really use another boy to help out. Yes, I would be leaving again tonight if he could be ready to go right away. I don't have the cash on me to pay you upfront, but I can certainly do so after the work is done. Excellent, I'll see him very shortly." My blood ran cold as he hung up the phone. He continued to fuck me until about 15 minutes later the doorbell rang. One of the men went to answer it and I heard Elijah's voice. "Um, Mr. Jackson was expecting me?" "Right this way son." the man said. My brother walked into the living room and froze as he saw me, tied down with Mr. Jackson's cock buried in my ass. "What the....." he started to say as two men grabbed him, forcing a rag over his face. My brother struggled hard for a minute, but was no match physically for the two men holding him. He eventually went unconscious and fell to the floor as Mr. Jackson flooded my guts with another load. "This is working out better than I could have ever hoped."

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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