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Part 13 All four of us went in the house, and I suddenly felt like I needed to get rid of the three huge loads of tina piss that were mellowing in my cunt. My ears were still ringing, and I felt amazing and greedy. Chuck had a large shower, big enough for four people, and Adam and I both stripped and he laid down on the floor. I relaxed and let go of all of the piss that was inside my cunt, all over Adam, especially in his mouth. It was mixed with globs of stranger cum, left by all of the men who’d bred me since I started at the mall. When was it? Yesterday? I really wasn’t sure, all I knew was that I wanted another cock inside me, NOW. Because I was a fucking whore who needed his cunt bred again. Chuck and Daddy were watching as Adam drank as much of the slam piss that came out of my ass as he could, the rest dripped all over his blonde beard and hairy chest. When I was done, and all the piss was gone from my cunt, Adam had probably drunk half the three loads of piss that were in my cumdump. He got a huge grin on his face, shook his had back and forth and said “FUCK. I love chem piss! Daddy! Will you breed my cunt? Please?” My Dad started to laugh and said, “Let’s rinse the top layer of scuzz off all of us,” and he turned the shower on high and hot. We all rinsed off while making out, me with Adam and Chuck with Daddy. When we were done, Chuck led us down the stairs into the basement. There was a back door to the house that led into it, and a well equipped dungeon. A large bed with rubber sheets on it was in the corner, and in the center of the room was a sling, with a bench next to that. Adam immediately hopped in the sling and we got him situated for a nice breeding from Daddy. “Please, sir, please breed my cunt! It needs more cum in it. Justin has so many more loads than I do. My cunt feels unloved.” Just as he said that, a dribble of jizz came out of his hole. He grinned and looked longingly at Daddy. I knew Daddy could never resist a boy begging for cock. Daddy walked over to Adam and spit in his face. “Dirty fucking cumdump. You want my cock, son? You want this cock raping your sexy little furry cunt?” “Fuck yes, sir! Please rape my furry cunt!” We all laughed and Daddy shoved his rock hard cock in Adam’s sloppy hole. Ramming it all the way home, Adam moaned when Daddy’s nuts hit his taint and Daddy started slowly pounding away at his cunt. "There, you filthy fucking faggot. Your cunt is full of my cock. Nasty little pig." “Thank you, sir, I fucking live for cock. Drinking all of that chem piss really got me fucked up again. I feel like such a dirty whore, sir!” “That’s because you’re a dirty little Navy whore, sailor,” Daddy said. We all laughed because we knew it was true. Daddy kept ramming the fat cock that made me, the cock that I loved so much which had taken my cumdump cherry so many years before) in and out of Adam’s furry hole, making him moan and beg for more. Daddy spit on him again, “you’re just a filthy little faggot. Do you deserve another load, sailor whore?” Daddy shove his fat cock in Adam’s cunt brutally and held it there. I knew exactly what that felt like. His huge fat throbbing cock had been inside me so many times, I knew it so well. Adam sucked in his breath and moaned loudly. “Fuck, YES, DADDY! Please rape another load into my fucking faggot sailor pussy!” I was taking a break, playing with my soft tina dick, watching Daddy fuck Adam while Chuck sat next to me on the sofa. He laughed and said “You OK, Justin? You want something up your cunt?” “Fuck yeah, Chuck! I want you to breed me again. But I also want you to keep whoring me out. Will you do that for me?” I looked up at him with my best puppy dog look and he laughed. “Already done, sport. There’s a bunch of other guys coming over to breed both of you. Your Dad and I can’t do it alone, can we?” I reached over and kissed him hard on the lips, and I could feel him reach down and push a shard of tina into my cunt. I relaxed so he could get it far inside me, and then he led me over to the fuck bench. I could feel the burn and felt even more spun as the huge shard melted inside me. Chuck laughed and said “don’t worry, there’s more where that came from, my housemate is a dealer. He’ll be along later and will want payment for the tina your dad and I got from him. We’re planning to offer your two cunts to partially cover the cost. I crouched down on the fuck bench with my furry ass in the air, and Chuck slid his cock home inside my pussy. Daddy was hard at work nailing Adam and telling him what a dirty little sailor faggot he was, and Chuck had just told me he was whoring my hole out for drugs. I smiled and knew I was in for the ride of my young life. I wondered if I would be able to get 50 loads of jizz in my hole. Only one way to find out.

Note: This entry relates to issues I’m still thinking about, and may be later revised if I do any more braining. —— As I read the topics and posts of this forum, I am often struck with a sense that there are two different communities here, existing side-by-side, intermingling as though they were one, yet profoundly different. I’m not talking about the poz/neg divide, or the Top/bottom divide, or the chaser/non-chaser divide, or the divide between CD/TG and M/M attraction. I’m referring to the divide between those who live this lifestyle and those who live it vicariously - those for whom this is fantasy. Fantasy has been defined as “the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable”. A related concept is Cloud Cuckoo-Land, which is a calque of the ancient Greek Νεφελοκοκκυγία, coined by Aristophanes to describe an imaginary place where unrealistic people metaphorically reside. A discerning reader of these boards comes in time to develop a sense that some accounts of sexual adventure have the ring of truth; others, the stamp of fiction. This is not to say that there is anything wrong with those writings that express an aspiration rather than an experience - each heart must have its voice. But there are points at which the two currents cross where the difference is illuminated in contrast. For instance, on the question of “whether a true cumdump should be on PrEP”, the discussion is peppered with opinions to the effect that ‘a cumdump should take ANY and ALL toxic loads’. This is not a statement of a reasoned view; it does not consider the realistic human elements of the question that occur naturally to a person who has lived the experience; they are expressions of an imagined situational model, constructed to titillate the imaginer. Within the confines of the imaginer’s mind, this presents no issue. But injected into the arena of public discourse in the guise of experience, it muddies the waters of debate. A similar phenomenon bedevils the entire world of online gay cruising. Two groups are in the same arena, at first glance all in pursuit of the same objective, but in fact incompatibly dissimilar. On the one hand are those men genuinely attempting to meet others for real, person-to-person contact; and on the other, those whose goal is to achieve titillation by purely virtual means. The result is that the second group gets its satisfaction at the expense of the first. In a hypothetical scenario in which this forum could be successfully segregated into discrete areas, one for those discussing their actual lived experiences, and the other for those expressing their unlived fantasies, what would be the result? Would each group flourish, enabled to grow through purity of purpose? Or would the groups falter, each needing something that the other provides? Can the fantasists fully indulge in their internal creations without a voyeur’s ingestion of accounts from a real world where truth excites more than fiction? Would those who have made the choices to live sexually adventurous lives have done so without original exposure to the products of fantasy? For my part, I find the problem particularly difficult in that the true narrative of my sexual life over the last 15 years is so outside the norm that it reads like fiction. Because of the hyperbolic statements and writings men make in expression of their sexual fantasies, I run the distinct risk of my real story being dismissed as fantasy. It is as though I have encountered an actual minotaur in an actual labyrinth and been actually fucked by him with his 11” bull-cock (true story; just substitute ‘marine’ for ‘minotaur’ and ‘Fort Knox’ for ‘labyrinth’) and nobody on earth will believe that it happened to me because, well, that’s outrageous, for God’s sake. I’m actually going to try to publish an explicit written account of my experiences, but I’ll have no choice but to change the names of people and places to protect the... well, to protect the complicit. And that will do nothing but give it more of the flavor of fantasy. It makes me want to climb onto the roof of the bathhouse and shout to all the world - “I HAVE BEEN FUCKED BY MORE MEN IN MORE WAYS IN MORE PLACES THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY BELIEVE AND I WANT TO DO EVERY BIT OF IT AGAIN TOMORROW AFTER A GANGBANG TONIGHT - I LOVE COCK AND CUM AND I GIVE SWEET, SWEET ASS, I’M A SLUTTY CUMDUMP SLUT AND I’M NOT ASHAMED OF IT ONE FUCKING BIT!” And I can hear the guys in the parking lot below going, “Pft. Listen to that. He’s probably never had his lips around a cock in his life. Bless.” So I guess those of us who are really, truly, bravely, boldly living the dream must take our satisfaction in the experiences themselves, separated from the world of sexual fantasy that swirls around us. Isn’t that ironic? This is ErosWired, reporting from Cloud Cuckoo-Land.

I’ve dated many addictions in my life, sex weed nicotine being the ones visited every day for a long, long, time. But, recently when the Mrs. was away for several days of travel I decided to go over the edge, and have my first date with Tina. I thought about it a lot and questioned whether I was finally headed down that last path, but the urge to be with men having sex, raw, unfiltered, unchained and fucking with Tina, simply became too much. About two weeks in advance of our first date I begin to cruise online in the usual places for local guys having parT’s, and hit upon a local slut and his pals, who were planning to date her, as it turned out, when the wife was away. I was typically indecisive about acting out and showing up for the first date, but as the week went on, and I chatted with Steve, the bottom slut, I got in my mind that it would be all right to just breathe and a couple clouds maybe take a hit just to see where it took me. Night after night when the Mrs. was asleep I turn on porn on my iPad, and watched guys play with, and high on her, as their cocks, mouths and asses drooled in her presence. When the big night came my mind was crazed, and so more than anything I needed to act out, and meet her. I went over to Steve’s house at about seven and was greeted by him and three other guys, barely dressed or undressed, the chemical sweet-sick smell of Tina’s perfume already present. Beyond his living room was his bedroom/ playpen and Steve suggested that i get naked and that the party continue there. The others got up and everyone started to move to the bedroom and I started to shed my clothes. My head was pounding and so was my cock , to which I had already strapped my silicon cock and ball stretchers firmly. I took a deep breath and smelled her, and took another and smelled her some more. Perhaps I got a faint buzz, perhaps not but all I could think of was getting back into that bedroom. I’m pretty sure I remember letting the other guys know that I was truly a novice, and this was my firsttime with Tina. Everyone was very cool and told me that I should feel free to try a line, take a hit of a cloud or a booty bump if I was into that. Everyone then got down to partying and playing with Tina but i held back. Cock sucking rimming, and preparing Steve and his hole for play was what I remember next. I was lost in the fascination as I took cock in my mouth and had my dick sucked as well, pulling, chewing nipples and beginning to play. As we were doing this, someone in the room with the pipe blew out the clouds of her rare perfume. The pipe was passed my way but I held up the palm of my hand as a way of saying I’ll pass, and it was handed to someone else. Plenty of bottles of poppers were around and so I grabbed a bottle and took a few blasts, then put down the bottle and took a few deep breath‘s of the air that surrounded me, loving and lusting for the effect At some point in time I found myself laying on my back, and Steve was straddled on top of me 69 style his ass looking over me, his cock and his balls in my mouth as I began to suck him off. Above me Steve’s hole was being worked open by hungry tongues and a booty bump greedily fingered inside of him. He groaned with pleasure and i sucked his thick drooping cock deep in my throat.. pulling him out, and coming up for air my mouth was foaming with phlem and i found another cock head dipping onto my mouth, and wiping my thick spit all over Steve’s asshole. As play continued I still thought about my first date with Tina, when it would be and how it would be, but I knew that it would be. A short time later, the pipe again passed my head, and to the side of me one of the guys whose fine dick i was sucking on, fired it up. - Now was the time, do it now I thought - and so I pulled his dick out of my mouth and told him to bend down and put his mouth on mine. He got the idea, bent down and shotgunned me as I inhaled Tina deeply in my lungs. He kept right on going and stuck his tongue down my throat and we passionately French kissed Tina still coming out of his mouth. He passed the pipe and another guy who did the same thing to me. Uncertain of what would happen, I just lay back and sucked on Steve’s balls while someone from above began to fuck his hole. Another cock was down my mouth and I continued in this manner for a few minutes wondering, and waiting for Tina to arrive. I have to say the sensation, was slow at first as I just tried to wrap my mind around what I had done, waiting for the rush, and at the same time laying in disbelief that the porn that I endlessly watched was happening before me, and with me. Heat spread through me, my heart pumping a bit faster, and my cock which Steve had been sucking, throbbing in anticipation. I guess you could say that the dam broke and my date with Tina was full on, as without warning I picked up my head, my mouth positioned directly onto Steve’s ass, and I sucked and rimmed him as deeply as I could, and for all I was worth. His asshole dripping with my spit, one of the guys easily slid his cock all the way inside and I began to lick on his balls and ass as he fucked Steve. This seemed to go on for a long time where I would endlessly suck on cock pulled out of Steve’s ass, Steve’s spit dripping down on my balls and ass. An hour or so later as i felched a load out of Steve’s ass, my beard all caked with cock, mouth and ass snot, i realized how hot my first date with Tina really was. Laying around, getting ready for my second date of the night, i was lost in deep dark anticipation....

Part 83 - The Ranger Mark slowly ground his hips against Eric’s ass, sliding his cock between the two tight mounds of muscle and flesh. His arm was already around Eric’s body and he tweaked Eric’s nipple which garnered a moan and a “Morning, stud. You looking for more after last night?” from Eric. “You know me, I love being inside you” Mark replied. There was a long pause and then he continued “Uh, I’ve been thinking though. Keep this weekend open. We need to get away and spend some time together other than a quick fuck after we get home from work and then fall asleep.” “Yeah, we have been working too much. What do you have planned?” Eric asked. “Not sure yet, but plan on leaving early Saturday morning” replied Mark. Saturday morning the alarm went off early and Mark and Eric got up and went through the shower. “What should I wear?” asked Eric. “We’re going for a long bike ride, so put your cycling shorts and jersey on. I put everything else in the truck after you crashed last night” Mark said. “Yeah, sorry about that” Eric said as he slid the tight spandex over his body. He put on a pair of tennis shoes, grabbed his cycling shoes and then looked over at Mark who was staring back at him. “Nice ass. I’m gonna be following you close all day” Mark said as they walked out to the kitchen. Mark put a few remaining things into the cooler and they headed down to the SUV. “Holy shit!” Eric exclaimed as he saw the SUV filled with camping gear and both bikes. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure it was all going to fit. But, I added some spit and shoved hard and it all popped in” Mark replied with a grin. They jumped in the SUV and drove a couple of hours and Mark pulled into a park. He put a parking pass on the dashboard of the SUV and got out. Mark and Eric got their gear together for a day ride and hopped on their bicycles and took off. Mark stayed in back, watching Eric’s ass most of the way and yelling out directions as they made a long loop. Mark had set up a lunch break and the two noshed on a half sandwich and salad before heading down the road back to the park. “You lead” said Eric as they left and Mark reluctantly pedaled away. Eric was enjoying watching Mark in front of him, his tight shorts showing off the muscles in his legs and his firm ass. It was almost 6pm when they made it back to the park. They swapped the camping equipment for their bikes in the SUV and found their assigned campsite. It only took a half hour and they had the tent up, the cooler open and the stove cooking dinner. It had been a warm sunny day and both Mark and Eric had pulled off their sweaty jerseys and cycling shorts and traded them for loose athletic shorts. They watched the sun set and chowed down on their gourmet camping dinner of steaks and veggies. Mark realized by the time they started eating dinner they had already killed off a six pack of beer and three joints. Mark and Eric sat on the ground next to their camping lantern with Eric between Mark’s legs and his back against Mark’s chest. “Too bad we can’t have a fire but I don’t want to be responsible for the next forest fire the state has to deal with” Eric said. “We can make our own fireworks tonight” Mark replied before laughing loudly. “Damn, you’re getting really corny in your old age” Eric replied. Mark groped and kissed Eric for a while and could feel his cock straining at his shorts. They saw a truck pull into the parking lot in the distance and it stood there for several minutes before it came down the trail towards their camp site. Eric moved next to Mark just as the truck stopped next to their campsite. It was obviously a forest ranger’s pickup and he got out and came over to the two of them. “Evening guys. I’m just checking on the campers and making sure they know that we’ve banned open fires this season” the ranger said. Mark was looking at the guy up and down, enjoying the bulge in his uniform that seemed to be even larger from his position on the ground. “Thanks. I saw the notice and we just used our camp stove and the battery powered lantern.” Mark replied. “Well, there are other ways to start a fire and I can smell that you guys have been smoking, so be careful. We haven’t gotten much rain this month and everything is dry.” the ranger replied. “Busted” said Eric quietly. “Yeah, I don’t mind as long as you don’t cause any trouble” the ranger said. Mark chuckled and said “We have some extra if you want a few hits.” Eric jabbed Mark in his ribs, surprised that he would suggest that the ranger stick around and get stoned with them. “Considering that you’re the last stop for me on this round, I think that’s a good idea” the ranger replied with a laugh. Mark grinned and said “Have a seat. Beers are in the cooler if you want one too.” He reached into his backpack and fished out another joint and the lighter and turned back just in time to watch the ranger pop open a beer can. The three laughed and Mark lit the joint, taking a big hit before handing it to the ranger. The ranger took his hit and passed the joint to Eric. “Fuck, thats some good shit” the ranger said after he exhaled. He took a swig of beer and licked his lips as he looked over Mark and Eric. They passed the joint around a couple more times until Mark finished it off and stubbed the remains out on a rock. “Pot always makes me horny” the ranger said staring back at Mark and Eric. “Who’s the bottom?” the ranger asked and then realized that he had said it out loud. Both Mark and Eric laughed and said, almost in unison, “We’re both vers.” Mark then asked “Is it that obvious we’re queer?” “Nah, I saw the window sticker on your truck when I checked out the permit. I just didn’t think the guys that would have a ‘unicorn farting rainbows’ sticker would be so fuckin hot. I expected some girly guys” the ranger said. “Sorry to disappoint you” Eric said with a grin. “Well, I was hoping to get a good blowjob when I saw the sticker but now I don’t know” the ranger said. “I do like to suck cock, but I also want to see what that ass looks like” Mark replied. The ranger stared back at them and then stood up. Neither Mark or Eric knew what was going to happen. Did Mark push it too far? They looked up at the ranger and he looked down at them for a moment and then he unzipped his pants and unbuckled his belt before pushing his pants and underwear down. The guys looked at seven inches of plump semi-hard cock. The ranger slowly turned around giving them a three hundred sixty degree view of his cock and ass. He unbuttoned his shirt and the guys could see a few tattoos poking through the lightly hairy pecs and stomach. “Fuck yeah” Mark muttered as he crawled over behind the ranger. Eric was right behind him and was kneeling in front of the ranger in seconds. Eric didn’t wait and lifted up the cock with his hand and guided it to his mouth. He licked around the tip of the cut cock and then took it into his mouth. Mark was pulling the two halves of the rangers ass apart and dove in tongue first. The ranger’s cock got hard almost immediately and he wasn’t sure which he liked more - Mark's tongue in his hole or Eric’s mouth wrapped around his cock. Both were giving him the attention that he had been craving for months. Almost thirty minutes of sucking and rimming had the ranger close to blowing his load, but Eric was sure to keep it from happening. He pulled off and tapped Mark on the leg before standing up. “I always wanted to do this…” he said as he grabbed the ranger by the hand and led him over to the ranger’s truck. Eric put both hands on the hood and spread his legs, leaving his now naked butt pushed out. The ranger took the hint and positioned himself behind Eric. Mark moved next to Eric and assumed the same position. The ranger laughed and spit on his fingers and lubed up Eric’s hole with it. The ranger moved closer and rubbed his spit covered cock around Eric’s hole and then pushed in. There hadn’t been any discussion about condoms and Eric was relieved - that talk always seemed to dampen the sexual energy. Eric felt the thick cock stretch his hole open and it kept pushing inside without letting him get used to it. He liked these kind of anonymous fucks where the top just uses him for his pleasure. Mark looked over and watched Eric take the ranger’s cock and the ranger pressing up tightly against Eric’s back. The ranger waited a few moments and then his hips began to drive in and out of Eric’s pussy. Mark had planned on spending the night swapping loads with Eric, but now he had a new plan. He watched the ranger fuck his boyfriend and when he seemed to be getting close he wiggled his butt and pulled it apart with his hands. The ranger laughed and pulled out of Eric and then spit on Mark’s hole before pushing into Mark. “Getting jealous that your buddy was getting all the dick?” the ranger asked. “Yeah, I don’t want him to have all the fun” Mark replied. The ranger started to fuck harder and the sound of their bodies slapping together filled the forest. “You better like it hard, cuz that’s the only way I fuck” the ranger said between grunts. Mark could feel his ass start to get slick and knew that the ranger was lubing his hole with a lot of precum. “God you got a great hole. Tight but knows how to take cock” the ranger said breathlessly. His bare chest was now pressed against Mark’s back, the open shirt occasionally brushing against Mark’s sides. Mark could feel the heavy breath next to his head and the stubble from the ranger’s face on his cheek. Mark would clamp down on the ranger’s cock every third or fourth stroke and could tell that it was getting the ranger closer to blowing his load. Eric was watching Mark get pounded and was wishing it was him. “At least his hole will be nice and lubed when I fuck him later” Eric thought. He moved closer and licked his finger before massaging the ranger’s fuck hole. It was already moist from Mark’s rimming and now from sweat. His finger pushed in easily and the ranger yelled out “Oh fuck!” Eric continued fingering the ranger’s hole, adding only a little extra movement to the ranger’s own. “Yeah, fuck my boyfriend’s ass. I hope you have a big load to dump inside him” Eric said. The ranger started groaning and Eric moved his finger around trying to find the hot-spot. He knew when he found it because the ranger started to whimper almost immediately. “Breed my ass” Mark yelled back to the ranger. The ranger responded with several short, fast thrusts and then he planted his cock deep in Mark’s ass. The ranger held Mark tight as his cock pulsed and shot his built up load into Mark’s hungry hole. Eric could feel the ranger’s hole squeeze around his finger with each spurt of cum. Mark was surprised at how much cum the ranger was pumping into him and almost thought that the guy was going to pass out from his quick breaths. As the last shots of cum and the jabs from the ranger’s cock ended, he pulled free from Mark’s hole. Eric turned the ranger around and pushed him back to the truck fender next to Mark. The ranger’s cock was still hard and the head still sensitive, but Eric opened his mouth and swallowed the shaft whole. He licked and sucked any cum he could find making the ranger shudder. With the cum gone, Eric pulled off and looked up at the ranger, grinning. “Ya, know… if you breed my boyfriend, then I should get to fuck you” Eric said. Mark quickly concurred and before the ranger could say anything, he was facing the truck. Eric spread the ranger’s legs a bit to get his hole lined up with his cock. He spit on his cock and rubbed it around the tense pucker before he pushed in. The ranger wasn’t ready to get fucked and his hole was clenched, preventing Eric from getting in. Mark leaned in and started to kiss the ranger and Eric paused a moment before he tried again. This time the head popped inside and he felt the ranger’s hole spasm from the intrusion for a few seconds. Eric waited and then started to work his cock in deeper with short thrusts from his hips. He was leaking like crazy inside the ranger’s hole and the lube got him ready for a quick shove and his cock plowed the rest of the way in. Mark pushed his tongue into the ranger’s mouth while Eric started to piston in and out of the ranger’s hole. The ranger pulled free from Mark’s mouth and said “Condom?” Mark chuckled and said “You just fucked us bare and came inside of me. I don’t think it’s fair to want us to wrap it up.” “Yeah, but my girlfriend is gonna get pissed if she finds out I got fucked raw” the ranger replied. “I doubt that this is the first time. I’m sure you can find a way to hide our seed” Mark said. Eric picked up the pace and was slamming into the ranger’s ass in a few minutes. He wasn’t planning on this being a long fuck and really needed to empty his balls. Mark was working the ranger’s nipples while he was kissing him. He knew Eric’s signals well and when Eric was about to cum, he put his hand behind the ranger’s head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. A second or two later, Eric shoved his cock in all the way and unleashed a flood of toxic sperm. His cock pulsed and Eric held the ranger tight until the last spurt had filled his hole. Both Eric and the ranger were shaking and Eric slowly pulled his cock out, letting a small stream of cum run down the ranger’s leg. Mark ended the kiss and whispered “now it’s my turn. I love a cummy hole.” Mark slid around the ranger until he was behind him. His cock was rock hard and ready to fuck. Mark grabbed both of the ranger’s shoulders and quickly drove in. The ranger gave a yelp as the thicker, pierced cock made its way inside. “Damn, that was a big load” Mark said to Eric, with a faint sound of disappointment that he didn’t get it. Mark pumped his cock in and out as Eric watched. He would shove in and grind his hips and then resume a constant piston motion. After a good ten minutes of drilling the ranger’s ass, Mark started on his way to breeding the ranger. The strokes got harder and near the end he was pulling out and thrusting back in until their balls slapped together. “Fuck!” Mark stifled his yell with his teeth gritted together, trying to stay as quiet as possible and not alert the other campers if they hadn’t already. Two more shoves and his cock throbbed with his virulent seed joining Eric’s inside the ranger’s cunt. His load wasn’t small either, since lots of exercise always seemed to make Mark shoot more cum. He pulled back and let his still hard cock exit the ranger’s gaping hole. He moved back a few feet while the ranger laid on the fender and hood of his pickup breathing heavily. Eric licked up the cum from Mark’s cock tasting the familiar coppery taste along with his and his partner’s cum. His cock clean, Mark walked over and picked up his shorts and put them on. Eric did the same as Mark tapped the ranger on the shoulder. “You ok?” Mark asked. “Yeah, I am. I had just forgotten how good it feels to have a guy fuck me. I think I am lying to myself when I say I’m straight” the ranger replied. Mark and Eric chuckled. “You’re not even close to straight, dude. Bi maybe, but not straight” Eric said. The ranger pulled up his pants and turned around. “Be careful and remember no fires or sparks. And don’t forget to secure your food items. Don’t put them in the tent” the ranger said as he walked over to get into the pickup. “Sure thing, Ranger Smith” Mark replied with a smile.

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Chapter 2. How much time do I have? SHIT! No watch! I have to decide. It's now or never! *** Heart pounding, a fear of both possible flight and of his would-be Master finding him out of compliance race through his mind. His body again reacting without him in the driver seat. Placing the collar to his neck, and affixing the small lock, he kneels down with hands on his knees, eyes to the floor, waiting nervously. Finding himself in submission, the boy accepts his destiny. A sound comes from across the room, as a door opens. The boy fights the urge to look up and wills his body to be absolutely still. "I see you have accepted your natural place boy." His Master checks the lock on the lock box then turns his attention to the small lock on the collar. "Good boy, now you will follow me, on hands and knees so we may begin marking you as mine." Clipping a lead to the collar, the Master tugs a bit sharply just to get the boys attention, who with just the slightest hesitation begins to crawl after his new owner. The boy is lead into a dimly lit room. He sees what appears to be a sawhorse at first glance but then realizes it's covered in leather, with straps and fasteners. His eyes widen as his Master leads him to it. "Get up on this boy, face down." A sharp yank of the collar compels obedience and he is at once chest down on the chilly leather as his Master kicks his legs apart exposing his hole and dripping cock despite his fears. His wrists are strapped in, then a strap just under his armpits and one across the small of his back. Finally, he feels but cannot see his Master secure his ankles. "You belong to me boy. It is time to claim you inside and out." The boy hears some rummaging around followed by "This should do nicely." The Master appears in front of the boy, his uncut monster standing out straining the cock ring. Precum drizzles down, and the boy cannot help but lick his lips. "You see this boy? This will get you prepared." "A toothbrush? I got cleaned up before I came." *SLAP* Hard across his face. "You will address me properly boy!" Tears in his eyes, the boy sobs and says "I'm sorry, Sir." "The toothbrush is not for your mouth. You committed to taking all I have to give you,boy. I own you. And as I warned you, you WILL be pozzed." The boy's cock gets rock hard tho he fights uselessly in the restraints. Master calmly walks behind the boy and slaps his right ass cheek hard. "Stop fighting. You didn't flee. So, you want this. Submit to me." With that, the toothbrush is pushed into the boy's exposed hole. Unceremoniously twisting and digging as it goes. After a bit, the Master pulls it out, showing it to the boy. "See that boy? It's preparing your insides to take my dirty load into your very being." Laying the toothbrush aside, the Master grins down at the boy as he notices his boy's eyes on his mammoth cock. "You are wanting to taste it?" The boy whimpers but manages a weak "Yes, Sir." "Very well, I'll grant you that much. But wet it good as you can in the time I allow. I wont be using any more lube than your pathetic spit when I rip your ass open to seed it deep." Shoving his cock to the boy's lips, grabbing his hair, he forces the monster down the boy's throat. The boy struggles to breath and still manage to tongue the pungent foreskin. He's tasting poz precum! What has he gotten himself into? Tangy sweat and traces of piss mix with his Master's dirty dribble and his own saliva. Having no choice, he can only swallow the excess as the cock forbids much leakage. After a few moments, his Master withdraws his cock. The boy is both relieved and saddened to have the cock out of his reach. His eyes follow his Master as far as he can as his Master begins to slowly move behind him. "It is time, boy." "Sir, please don't do this. I made a mistake!" His cock still rock hard betraying him. *SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP* His Master spanks his ass cheeks alternating between them. *SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP* "You will only speak when spoken to, boy! You gave up your rights as soon as you locked my collar on you!" His ass reddened and stinging, the boy tried to dance away from the slaps but was powerless. Feeling his Master's hands on his ass cheeks rubbing gently, his mind considers his Master may be taking mercy on him. That is until.. After rubbing a bit, the Master spreads the boys cheeks quickly and rams his uncut cock deep in the boys hole. "FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!" Slapping the boys ass again and yanking his head back by his hair his Master yells "Take it boy! You are mine!" "P..p.please don't do this." Sobs come uncontrollably as the Master's cock tears his tender hole apart. "Too late for that boy." Hard and fast, balls slapping against the boys ass, the cock jabs and thrusts, each time becoming a bit more red. The boy is coated in sweat, his will to fight soon withers and his exhausted body can do nothing but ride the waves of the slamming cock deep inside him. "Here it comes boy. My gift to my property." The thrusts become like a jackhammer, pounding even harder until finally, with a thrust that felt as if the Master's entire body would take residence in his hole, balls deep and stopping, spraying the boys hole with the Master's venom. "Take my poisonous seed, boy!" The boy's own cock begins to spurt what would most certainly be his last negative load over the floor, while the Master's cock filled its new sheath. The uncut poz daddy cock throbbed for what seemed like hours within him before it was quickly withdrawn, but his hole wasn't empty for long. A thick buttplug was rammed in hard and fast. "This will keep my venom brewing in your vulnerable ass, boy. You are mine, now and forever." The boy's tears flooded down his face. He hated his Master for this. But then again, he was feeling he had found his true place. How could this be. He allowed himself to become property and to be pozzed on a whim. It all happened so fast, but now...he loved his Master, "now and forever." *END* ((Sorry it took so long. The drive I was working on this with died on me and after attempts to recover it, I just rewrote it close as I could to the original.))

So here is my second tale of adventure that I post on here. This is coming from someone who just until fairly recently was a virgin in the cumdump department but boy am I hooked. My last post was written a little bit messier and on the run so I thought I might actually try and write this down a tad bit better. Be aware that English is my second language though. After my first meeting I made sure to make a profile on a site which caters to people seeking sex. I made sure to make it clear that I wasn't scared of a breeder and boy did I get responses. After chatting with a dozen or so men i finally settled on a married father roughly twice my age. He had what looked like a decently sized dick with nice veins. His body is a little bit bigger but nothing extreme, just the way I like it apparently. He stated fairly early that he is new to this and would like if I could make sure to be smooth, wear some panties and tights and I was more then happy to oblige. He was also adamant that he wanted to breed me and use me as his masturbation toy since him and his wife's sex life had died after their second child. The day of the meeting I made sure to prep my self with a good shower, shave and some light stretching. We where to meet up at a secluded part of a walking trail with a little wind protection hut. I was sat on my knees with my face towards the inner wall of the hut with a blindfold on as we had discussed, shivering from both the weather as well as anticipation. I'm not sure whether he is actually working as a ninja or I am going deaf but all of a sudden I felt a tug on my head and I was turned around. The person didn't say a word but gently pried my mouth open and I knew what was coming and made sure to open wide. I could feel the head of his cock against my lip before he guided my head down his shaft. He felt way bigger then my first guy and bigger then my toys as well. His cock tasted lovely but as a untrained cocksucker I quickly gagged on the rock hard member making its way back and forth in my mouth. After only a few minutes the grip on my head tightened and I could feel him pick up the pace and thought to my self that this isn't really what I have in mind. With some hard trusts and steady hands the cock hit my throat and I couldn't breath at all. A voice broke the silence " Be a good little slut and swallow what daddy gives you". It almost startled me and I couldn't do much to respond anyway. Each thrust making me gag and I started worrying about passing out. With a last hard thrust he went as deep as he dared and I could feel him starting to cum far back in my mouth. I swallowed to the best of my ability, choking and gagging at the same time. Once he withdrew I expected him to say something but he just turned me around and pushed me down on all four. I quickly felt a hand on one of my leggings clad ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing before he gently pulled them down just far enough to go below my ass. Again he broke the silence with a light crackle in his voice " this will do nicely, I hope you're as tight as you seem". And with that said he pulled my panties aside and gently started fingering my ass. Even with the pre-stretch it hurt a little but I was determined to have this dads' dick in me. After working his way up to two fingers in me I could hear him squirt out more lube on him self. My body almost exploding with expectation and excitement. The tip of his cock started pressing against my ass and he spread my cheeks as he started pushing in to me, inch by inch. After finally bottoming out in me, my as ready to explode and me on the verge of tears he starts to move back and forth. He started with a gentle pace to let me adjust to him for a bit before starting to up the speed. His hand squeezing my ass and his lovely cock making me his. He said " You love being a married mans fucktoy don't you little slut?" Between my grunts I agreed and he moans approvingly. My ass burning from his size that I still hadn't gotten used to. " Well a whore like you deserves some type of reward for being such a good slut" And before I could even respond he pushes himself all the way in and I could feel him cum for a second time, breeding me. His seed filling up my sore hole. I moan as he retracts but have no time to do much before I'm yet again spun around. " Clean it good before I go whore" he says as he shoves his cock against my mouth. I do my best to suck it clean and when he is satisfied he pulls out says" I will need to see you again" and walks away. This was my second breeding ever and I am getting more and more in to this. I dream about cock and I can not stop wishing men would just breed me all day long. Feel free to critique my writing so I can write a better post next time I'm writing my load story. Xoxo

Part 22 - Turning The Corner Dinner with the Camacho family was as expected very noisy with animated loud talking and an abundance of food. Ethan walked in behind Angelo and in front of Mark not quite knowing what sort of reaction he would get but as Maria came out of the kitchen she kissed Angelo then Ethan and hugged him saying how pleased she was to see him again and how the family were looking forward to seeing him at last. Mark had already wandered off after saying hello to Maria as if he was one of the clan. Maria grabbed Ethan by the arm and escorted him in to the kitchen where he was promptly introduced to Angelo's mother Esme. "Ethan, so you are the one who has tamed my son at long last" she said beaming and came forward to kiss him. Ethan smiled "It is such a pleasure to meet you Senora Camacho" he said relying on his proper upbringing. Esme looked at him "You are family Ethan, you must act like family now and call me Mama" she smiled. "Thank you for welcoming me to your family" Ethan responded. "I hoe you are looking after him Elo" Esme said kissing Angelo on the cheek. Angelo laughed "No te preocupes mama" Angelo slipped in to his mother tongue answering her. Esme smiled "Puedo ver que realmente te ama Angelo". Angelo nodded "We both do mama" he said putting his arm around Ethan. Ethan smiled understanding a little of the conversation after all he was adept at languages and use to try his Spanish around Javier when ever he could, something he had never revealed to Angelo since they never conversed in Spanish. Angelo turned as his father entered the room strikingly similar to Angelo "Papi this is Ethan". Julio walked over to Ethan smiling "How nice to finally meet you Ethan. Usted es Bienvenido en nuestra casa". Ethan smiled and hugged Julio "Gracias por ser tan amable y agradable conocerte a todos" he said in his best accent. Esme came over and cupped his face "escuchar habla español también". Angelo punched Ethan lightly on the arm "You never told me you spoke Spanish". Ethan blushed "Oh it's not very good but I try, hopefully your family will help me speak better". The whole evening could not have gone better and Angelo's parents had fallen in love with Ethan both as a person and that he has a grasp of their language. Ethan had hit it off with Maria's children who were constantly dragging Ethan away to play until Angelo signalled it was time for them all to leave. Mark surprisingly spoke Spanish pretty fluently and was obviously loved by the family as well who had all gathered outside in the front garden to say goodbye as they set off back to Larchmont with Mark since he was staying over for the night. Angelo was beaming as they pulled away "You do realise you are now part of the this family Ethan" he glanced at him. "Yes and your parents are lovely and good hearted people" Ethan replied looking at Angelo. Mark laughed from the back seat "It is hard to get away from them Ethan once they are in your life". Ethan nodded "Can I ask if they know about the you know?" he looked at Angelo. Angelo nodded "Of course they know" he smiled and patted Ethan's leg. "And me" Mark said confirming but unsure if Ethan knew about his status. The evening Mark and Ethan sat on the sofa almost naked and talking whilst Angelo finished up some work. He kept glancing up and Mark and Ethan watching them chilled out and just mindlessly talking, he did have great affection for Mark and it was a blessing to see that he got on so well with Ethan. It wasn't long before Mark put his arm around Ethan who cuddled up whilst they continued their mindless babbling. The week sped by as Saturday late afternoon arrived and guests started arriving for the small party they were holding to celebrate their engagement. Margarite stopped the car outside of the address in Larchmont "Here we are, if you drink don't overdo it". Ben knew that was a warning to behave himself "I won't mother, thank you". "Well go on then, call me half an hour before you want picking up" she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. Ben got out of the car and waved as his mother pulled away and he walked up the pathway leading to the front door. Truly he thought it would have been a small house in a grubby suburb but to he astonishment it was quite the opposite. He braced himself unsure what to expect as he knocked on the door, there was no load music emenating from the house so he wondered if it was the right place. Franco heard the knock at the door and went to greet the guest, Ben watched as the door opened and released his breath when he saw Franco appearing from behind it. "Hello Ben, glad you could make it come in" Franco said with a beaming smile. Ben was taken off guard seeing how different Franco looked and acted "Thanks Franco" he stepped inside. Franco closed the door and put his arm around Ben "Come on let me introduce you to everyone" guiding Ben to the lounge. Ethan and Adam come over seeing Ben with Franco "Ben" Ethan gave him a hug "Thank you for coming". Franco guided Ben around "This is Angelo, Ethan's husband to be". Ben was stunned by his looks and obvious muscle build "Oh, hi" he held his hand out. Angelo smiled and hugged him "So you are Ben, so pleased to meet you". Franco moved him along "This is straight Mark or so we think, Angelo's closest friend and assistant at work". Mark turned "Enough of that.. hello and who are you?" he looked Ben directly in the eye. "This is Ben, Ethan's friend from college" Franco said laughing as he caught the glint in Mark's eye. Ben's eyes looked directly into Mark's catching his breath, he couldn't distance himself from the piercing eyes and he didn't understand what caused him to react in such a way, Mark obviously worked out and he carried it off beautifully along with his looks, Ben's eyes looked down trying to avoid looking at him without it appearing rude. Mark was however instantly attracted both by his shyness and looks muttering under his breath the word perfect. "How nice to meet you Ben" Mark spoke holding his hand out. Ben's face was flushed "And you" he stumbled over his words and shook hands with Mark. In Ben's mind time just seemed to stop and go in slow motion as he saw Mark putting his arms around him for a hug, Ben felt alive and didn't want him to let go, it was the first time another man had hugged him so strongly, he could feel the muscles in Mark's arms as they circled his body. Quickly Ben came back to his senses and pulled away as he fleetingly caught a whiff of freshly laundered clothes and the lightly scented cologne he was wearing, my god he smells divine he thought to himself. Franco grabbed Ben's arms whisking him away to meet the others before he had time to process everything. Angelo watched smiling to himself, he saw a spark ignite in Mark that he had only seen when Ethan was introduced to him. Judging by Ben's body language he was also taken by him if not for his shyness, he saw some of the same qualities in Ben that so reminded him of Ethan. Ben spent a good part of the party mingling but his thoughts were elsewhere seeking to sneak a look at Mark whenever the opportunity presented itself, it meant he had to work harder trying to engage in conversation. As the evening wore on Ben found himself standing alone in the lounge looking around at everyone else who was in deep conversation within little groups, he did feel a little like the odd one out as he only really knew Ethan, Franco and Adam to talk to. His mind instantly putting him down for being gay, but it was a rash thought, he wasn't the only gay person in the room. He stood nursing his soda trying to be quiet and keeping a low profile but his eye kept wandering over to Mark who was chatting away with Ethan. Several times Ben had to avert his eyes as he thought that Mark was looking directly at him over Ethan's shoulder, but surely he must be mistaken as Mark was introduced as Angelo's straight assistant. And then there was Angelo who Ben found hard not to look and stare at, how lucky Ethan was he thought to himself watching this tall drop dead gorgeous Latino guy. His attention was interrupted when Tony tapped him on the shoulder. "You look a little lost Ben" Tony spoke handing him a small glass of wine. Ben looked at the glass "Oh, I don't know if I should" he said. Tony laughed "It's just a small one and you need it to loosen up and stop being scared". Ben hesitantly took it "So you and Adam are together?" Ben asked. "Yes for several years now" Tony replied smiling looking over at Adam. Ben looked in the same direction "I had heard that you two were gay but didn't know that". "What about you?" Tony returned his gaze to Ben "I hear you are gay as well". Ben nodded looking towards Ethan "Yes". Tony knew where he was looking "Ethan is a great catch and Angelo got very lucky, so are you Ben". Ben blushed and didn't know where to look. Ethan laughed which caught Ben's attention and saw him patting Mark on the shoulder. Adam came over and apologised and dragged Tony off leaving Ben holding his glass of wine alone. Mark was enjoying his catch up with Ethan and they had agreed to see each other when they can to hang out, but his attention was drawn across the room to the lonely figure that all he knew was his name was Ben and he was Ethan's friend. Something changed in Mark as he watched Ben and he was almost certain that he caught him looking over several times, weather at him or Ethan he was yet unsure. Mark on the outside was straight but he was also in touch with his other side where he found other guys interesting and sexy but never really crossed over and only kissed other men on occasion, but watching Ben he was mesmerised by him. Could it be he thought to himself before returning his conversation to Ethan. "Has the wound healed up now?" Mark asked Ethan leaning in closer to avoid being overheard. Ethan nodded "Yes and fortunately no scar". Mark smiled "So tell me about your friend, Ben is it?" he asked trying to be nonchalant. Ethan looked him in the eye "We grew up together, fell out when I came out, friends again and he came out". Mark glanced in Ben's direction "Is that it, so has he got a boyfriend or partner?". Ethan shook his head "I don't think he has even been with a guy, well he use to sleep with me". Mark pulled away and looked at Ethan "You dirty little slut" laughing as he spoke. Ethan laughed loudly and patted his shoulder "Nothing like that and get your head out of the gutter". Mark looked at Ethan and shook his head "I would have if I was in your shoes". Ethan smiled "So why aren't you gay?". Mark looked seriously at Ethan "Apart from you, I haven't found anyone until today.." he trailed off. Ethan looked him in the eye "So who have you found today" he asked and saw Mark's eye wandering over his shoulder. Mark looked back at Ethan "Doesn't matter" he said shrugging his shoulders. Ethan kissed Mark on the cheek "Just don't push to quickly" he said wandering off knowing who he had an eye for. Mark watched Ben disappear in to the kitchen unnoticed by everyone else, carefully he walked around the lounge without purpose making a line for the kitchen. Ben put his glass down and walked over to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, the wine was okay but he was happy with just a soda or water. Ethan noticed Ben was missing and out of the corner of his eye he saw Mark going through to the kitchen and smiled to himself. Mark silently walked over to the refrigerator seeing Ben opening the door and reaching in for water. "Grab me one as well please" Mark said startling Ben. Ben nearly dropped the bottle of water "Oh shit, don't creep up on people like that" he turned thinking it was Ethan. Mark smiled "Sorry, can I get one as well please". Ben felt like he was burning up embarrassed that Mark stood before him "Sure, here" handing him the bottle. Mark reached out to take the bottle and caressed Ben's hand "Thanks Ben". Ben turned and retrieved another bottle "You remembered my name" he suddenly blurted out. "Of course, are you enjoying the party?" Mark asked. Ben closed the refrigerator door "Well yes, it's the first sort of adult party I have been to". Mark smiled "Can be a bit daunting if you don't know that many people". Ben found himself staring at Mark uncontrollably "Do you?" he mumbled. Mark looked curiously at him "Do I what?" he replied. Ben just couldn't take his eyes off him "Know many people here" he struggled to get the words out of his mouth. Mark "A few of them and there is one I want to get to know" he was now staring back intently in to Ben's eyes. Ben dismissed what Mark said "Oh I see" he said still tongue tied. "Do you?" Mark replied smiling at him. Ben shifted on the spot and shook his head "Well not really". Mark laughed "Why are you so nervous Ben?". "I don't know, maybe you being so close to me" Ben replied looking down at the floor. Mark placed his hand on Ben's shoulder "Does it bother you, that I am so close?". Ben strangely felt calmer at his touch but was rooted to the spot, he didn't like awkward situations and to him this was fast becoming one of them, strangely though he did not want to move and felt compelled to stay. He saw Mark's hand take his bottle of water and put it down on the counter with his, his eyes followed Mark's hands as he completed the task, by the time he looked up Mark had moved closer to him. Ben's senses awakened feeling the back of Mark's hand stroking the side of his face 'Are you feeling it to?' he spoke quietly. Ben's gaze was transfixed on Mark as he gulped with no time to think or react, the heat building inside him as he felt the breath of Mark tingling over his lips before they touched his own. Without processing or thinking Ben's mouth parted in a natural reaction and he felt the warm moist tongue of Mark caressing the inside of his lips before it pushed in to his mouth. Ben pushed Mark's shoulders "Sorry no" he struggled to free his mouth. Mark looked at him "What's the matter?" he said with his hand holding the back of Ben's neck gently. "I.. not sure, I thought you were straight?" Ben replied trying to avoid his gaze. Mark caressed his neck "I was undecided until this evening". Ben looked at the muscled arm straddling across his shoulder his mouth dry "Why this evening?" he asked. "Because of you Ben" Mark spoke softly as he looked in to his eyes. Ben shook his head "I feel so stupid I didn't mean to lead you on or anything" he said quietly. "You didn't lead me on Ben, tell me if you want me to go?" Mark asked with his face moving closer to Ben's. Ben did not hesitate and shook his head, he closed his eyes feeling Mark's tender lips rubbing against his own until his mouth parted and they locked together gently kissing each other. Ben's arms moved and held on to Mark's hips as he was being kissed, gradually his mind stopped ticking over and let himself go of any resistance he had left in him. He wanted Mark and had secretly known it since they first shook hands, he opened his eyes slightly half expecting to freak out at another mans face being so close, his own tongue dancing around Mark's like an Argentinian tango. He felt a twinge of pain from his cock struggling to break free of it confines in his underwear, his senses overloaded were combusting and he couldn't work out if it was the kiss, Marks roaming hands over his body or his cock that was controlling his thoughts. Mark increased the intensity of his kissing as he went deeper forcing Ben's mouth open wider as he held him still in the deepest kiss. Ben's nerve endings were firing on all cylinders and sensed everything, his body shook slightly and he moaned in to Mark's mouth as he felt his cock erupting in his underwear. The sensation was overwhelming and threw Ben off completely, he struggled to free himself from Mark then ran out of the kitchen.

First time I felched a load was after I had fucked my partner and dumped up a load, then a FB of ours who had joined us dumped his load up partner's ass as well. I have a real fetish for ass play of any type, so when our FB pulled out and I caught sight of partner's stretched puffy hole I was turned on huge. I also know that he enjoyed some 'attention' to his hole after a dump of a load or more. I was fascinated at how open and loose his hole was and was just staring. Then a dollop of cum leaked out and started to run down his perineum. I hated to see it drop onto the blanket, and I just dove forward and buried my tongue against his taint and licked that cum right off him. He must have enjoyed the feeling, because he groaned and pushed a little more out. That was when I just leaned into his hole and started to lick and suck both loads. I know I didn't get it all, because he was in control of the push.... and I know he likes to 'wear' a load of cum inside for a while after taking dick. Our FB did surprise me though, because he was in close and watching. Just before I was ready to swallow it, he touched my arm and made eye contact. I knew he wanted a taste. So I snowballed him. Partner looks over his shoulder and see us swapping cum and tells me to save some for him. So, it was a great first experience. But we all wanted it. I have a few regular FB's who I 'know' enjoy fucking a load deep inside me then taking their time eating it out. Likewise, I love to hear them and feel them breed me. And then drop to their knees and play with my cummy hole and eat it. Just a couple of guys. You bring an interesting point. Like most guys getting fucked, we WANT that cum in our ass. It's one of the best parts. But I also agree that I quite often end up leaking out and wasting. If it makes the top happy to eat his own load, that turns my crank. He wanted to fuck me. He did. He came inside. Now he wants to taste BOTH our juices. That's pretty hot to me. Have never had a random 'watcher' just walk up and start sucking my cummy hole tho... not sure if I would enjoy that 'thought' as much. Great question!

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Stupid Question. Yes. Does a true human born before 1995 use the internet? That's an equivalent question. Not embracing societal advances is just dumb. PrEP allows a lot of cumdumps to act on their desires.

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I have always been smooth everywhere and I had feelings of inadequacy when I was younger. Guys my age would always comment that I didn’t have any hair. I do, it’s just very fine and light in the areas I have it. I have found however that when you are with a man that finds you truely attractive the amount of hair you have on your body does not matter. I do lean more feminine so maybe that helps too.

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.

First, if it is what you want, okay. Second, there are a lot of different things going on here: 1. Bottom: Man who wants to get fucked. A bottom who demands condoms is no less a true bottom than any other. 2. Bareback bottom: Man who willingly takes loads. Can be choosy. Says nothing about prep. 3. Cumdump/cumslut: Many who takes any and all loads. Also says nothing about prep. 4. Bughaser: Man who seeks infection. Doesn't take prep. So, you can be a true bottom and never feel a bare cock. You can be a true bareback bottom and still say "no" to a cock. You can be a true cumdump/slut and still be on prep.

Part 12 Adam continued to shove his tongue as far up my ass as he could and little by little the loads of anonymous sperm started to leak out of my puffy, well used faggot cunt. I moaned loudly and then the loads began to leak out more quickly and cover his blonde beard. Daddy leaned over and licked some of the jizz off Adam’s face, then leaned up to me and deposited the loads of fuck knows how many men into my mouth. I lapped up the sperm like the greedy little whore that I am. Adam came up for air and I rolled over on the sofa and laughed. I was still feeling incredibly horny and needed more cock inside me, but Chuck had promised me some piss loads and I was gonna get them, because I was feeling completely depraved and wanted to feel it inside me. When Chuck saw that Adam had stopped eating my cumdump, he laughed and said, “you ready for my piss, whore?” “Fuck yeah, Chuck! I can’t wait to feel it inside my hole.” Adam moved out of the way and I got on the sofa with my ass over one of the arms. Waiting. Feeling hungrier than I’d ever felt before, but not for food. For cock. And sperm. And whoring. Chuck walked up behind me while Adam let me suck on his cock. I couldn’t be without at least one cock inside my body. Chuck spit on his hand to lube up his cock out of habit, but my cunt was gaping and still filled with a lot of sperm. He slid it into my pussy all the way in one hard shove. I groaned and said “thank you. Fuck. Thank you. Please piss in my cunt.” “Just wait a second whore. You’re really gonna thank me in about…,” then he sighed and I could feel his piss entering my cunt. It felt amazing. So warm and…..fuck. Oh my fucking god. I….ummm…. Chuck was still pissing inside my ass, and I could feel his piss starting to get me high. My ears started to ring, and I could feel my cunt filling up. It fucking felt amazing. When Chuck finished Adam came over and shoved his cock inside my already full cunt. I never knew I could take so much fluid inside my ass. My ears were ringing and I was feeling even more greedy. It felt like I was getting slammed again, with a huge hit this time. “I fucking love pissing in a hot cumdump,” Adam said. And then he sighed as well and I could feel more piss flowing into my cunt. When Adam was finished, my Dad was next. He walked up behind me and just shoved his semi-hard cock into my gaping whore cunt. “You ready for another load of tina piss, you dirty little faggot, son?” Adam, Chuck and Dad started to laugh, and Adam said “I think Justin’s ready for just about anything at this point.” Daddy laughed and then sighed. Once again, I could feel my cumdumpster being filled with piss. And once again my ears started to ring because Daddy’s chem piss was thick and strong. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but found that I couldn’t. My ears continued to ring and I just laid there on the sofa, ass in the air, with my Dad’s cock still filling me with tina piss, while the rest of them made out and laughed. I could vaguely hear them making another plan, something about leaving and Daddy inviting Adam to come with us. The next thing I knew, a large plug was inserted into my ass, and Daddy got me dressed. We all four left in Daddy’s car, smelling like the filthy cumdumps we were. In the back of the car, Chuck and Adam held onto me while I just moaned and told them over and over how I needed more cock and cum in my pussy. “We know, baby boy, we’re gonna get you more cocks. We have some buddies coming to meet us, too.” We drove away from the bookstore and headed to Chuck’s house. I was in for more and as tweaked as I was, I couldn’t wait. Adam and Chuck played with my nipples while Adam and I made out. I moaned and couldn’t wait for more strangers to breed me.

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

My name is Zip. I know, I know. It’s a funny name to have. Anyway, I volunteer once a month in the AIDS ward at St. Theresa’s Hospital. I help out, doing what I can. As we got to know each other the men and I became more comfortable around each other. They seemed to like having me around. The patient with whom I got along best was named Mickey. He had a sly sense of humor and could always make me laugh. It turned out we were both baseball fanatics as well. Mickey had been a pretty handsome fellow back in the day. It was kind of sad to see the effects of the virus as it increased its hold on him. He’d started losing weight, his cheeks were sort of hollow and his butt cheeks were getting flabby. He managed to take it all with his typical good spirits. One day I was helping Mickey out of the shower as I often did. “Here, let me help you,” I said as I dried his back. As I walked around to the front I was kind of surprised to see that he had an erection…a real stiff one by the looks of it. I dried his chest and his legs. I was on my knees at this point and I finished off by rubbing the towel all around his bobbing hard-on. That seemed to really excite him even more. I don’t know why exactly but I hesitantly reached out and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. He emitted a short grunt, which told me that he liked what my fingers were doing. I figured, if the poor guy enjoyed it, why not give him a hand job? So I got to my feet, sat on the bench facing him and began to stroke gently up and down his shaft. God only knows how long he had been confined to the ward, but I reasoned it had probably been quite a while since he had had sex of any sort, so would be the harm to giving him a simple hand job, after all? Soon, Mickey started making this growling noise so he must have been pleased with my efforts. I certainly wasn’t expecting it when, all of a sudden, he leaned towards me, placed his hands on my shoulders and firmly pushed me down so that I was lying on my back on the bench. His hands moved down a bit and started to unbutton my shirt. I tried to sit up and said, “Mickey, what are you doing?” He looked at me calmly and pushed me back down again. “Ssshhh!” he said in a low voice as he finished undoing my shirt. The shirt fell open, baring my chest. The look in Mickey’s eyes got a little harder and he reached out and gently started to work both of my nipples. I think at that point my sex drive must have come to life because I was instantly aware of how good it felt as his fingers continued to pinch and twist my nips. I was surprised to hear myself let out a long sigh of satisfaction. What was going on? This should NOT be happening. Mickey splayed his left hand his left hand on my chest, effectively holding me down on the bench. His right hand lazily drifted down to my belt and casually began to undo the buckle. “Mickey!” I said. He cut me off, saying, “Keep it down! No one’s going to know we’re here unless you make a fuss.” He gazed at me. “You’re not going to make a fuss now, are you?” When I remained silent he said, “That’s better, let’s just relax and take our time, shall we?” His hand returned to my pants, unbuckling the belt, popping the button on my jeans and smoothly sliding the zipper down. Against my better judgment I was getting turned on by all this. Mickey noticed the swelling in my pants and slid his hand down the front of my jeans and cupped the bulge that had appeared in my tighty-whities. “That’s nice,” he cooed. “Real nice! This is too good to pass up. I want you to hold it right there and don’t move a muscle! I’ll be right back!” With that, he wrapped his towel around his waist and quickly left the shower room. Less than a minute later he came back in, closing the door most of the way but leaving it slightly ajar. He grinned at me as his towel dropped to the floor. Returning to my side, he loomed over me, with his cock kind of wagging back and forth as he moved. I thought I could see a small drop of pre-cum at the tip of his glans. His eyes gleamed as he held up his hands. In the right he had a condom packet and his left hand held a small object…unmistakably a bottle of poppers. When I spied the condom wrapper, the thoughts that were spinning in my head slowed down a bit. It was a relief to see that safety protocols were being observed. “I had these in a drawer…souvenirs of days gone by I guess,” he said sheepishly. With that he tossed the rubber onto my stomach. Next, he uncapped the bottle. “Here,” he said, “see if it’s still ok.” He bent down and held it under my nose. I inhaled deeply a couple of times and instantly felt that familiar feeling wash through my body. “Wow! It’s still pretty strong,” I said as I floated off into la-la land. When I returned to earth, I found that my pants and briefs had been removed. Mickey had my feet propped up on his chest and he was pulling off my white socks. “Welcome back!” he chortled. He surprised me by first kissing both of my feet and then sensuously licking each one. He put my legs back down on the bench and picked up the condom packet. I asked myself, 'Am I really ready to let this guy fuck me, even with a condom? Mickey’s a real nice guy and all but…I mean…he’s got AIDS!' Oblivious to my internal turmoil, Mickey tore open the wrapper and then said, “Here!” as he shoved the bottle back under my nostrils. I began to fade out again. The last thing I remember hearing was a voice saying, “Damn! This condom is way out of date. I guess we’ll have to bareback.” When my attention returned, Mickey was already inside me, smoothly sliding in and out. “Did I hear you say something about barebacking?” I asked in a tight voice. “Yeah,” he said, “the rubber was no good but it was kind of late to put the brakes on. This is much hotter anyway, don’t you think?” I was utterly speechless which I guess he interpreted as consent on my part. He smiled and bent his face down to mine and began to passionately kiss me, nibbling and nipping my lips. So confused was I that even as I tried to squawk a protest through our locked lips I found my body responding to what Mickey was doing. Our tongues started dancing together and my whole being began to synch up with the steady rhythm of his fucking. “Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” was the only sound I was capable of making at this point. I knew that this was ridiculously unsafe. Here I was, in a hospital ward, having unprotected anal intercourse with an AIDS patient. But as the sexual heat began to cloud my judgment it all started to seem not so important after all. Soon, physical pleasure was all that mattered. After a long, long period of steady thrusting, Mickey began to pick up his pace. His breathing was becoming ragged. My toes flexed and curled as his body transmitted its increasing excitement. I was at the point of wishing that this would never end when Mickey groaned loudly and his frame started to shudder. All of a sudden he bucked against my ass. Once!…twice!... three, four five times he pushed into me, shuddering again at the end! That, in turn, set me off. My whole body spasmed repeatedly as volley after volley of my seed shot across my stomach and chest. I clenched my sphincter ecstatically, wanting to freeze time and savor the moment. We both lay there panting, exhausted from our frantic climax. I heard a voice mutter, “That was so fuckin’ HOT!” With a start, I realized that Mickey was not the one speaking! With Mickey still collapsed on top of me I couldn’t get up but I twisted my head around to see who had spoken. I can’t say who it was for sure because, not one, but all five of the other patients on the ward were clustered in the open doorway. At this point Mickey finally got up off me and there were audible gasps. “Holy Shit! You guys fucked bareback? Zip! What were you thinking, letting Mickey breed you with his infected cum?” That’s when reality came crashing back into my head. Yes, I had let Mickey fuck his AIDS into me, filling me with gobs and gobs of his toxic sperm. To make it worse, while he was planting his dirty seed deep within me, my legs had been wrapped around his waist while I feverishly licked and moaned into his ear. Guiltily, I knew that by the time he blew his poisoned load deep within me, I had desperately wanted…no, needed him to defile my negative ass. Of course that’s about the time that the other guys figured the same thing out: that I had ultimately been more than willing to receive Mickey’s gift! Now I was eager for not just one man, but many men to blast their virus-laden cum into my willing holes. It may not have happened yet, but it was assured that I would soon be told that I, too, was HIV positive. Maybe one day I might even take up residence in this very AIDS ward. But, for now, all that was in the future. Now, I had other things to worry about. From the look in their eyes I could tell that one important fact had finally dawned on them: if one of their number was free to breed me bareback, then it was only fair that all of them had the right to bend me over a gurney and fuck me full of their tainted sperm any time they felt the primal urge. And when the day came that I became infected with their disease, they would send me out into the world to pass the virus on to others. Until then, I will remain Zip and be used regularly every month as their own private AIDS dump! I may even start coming twice a month! It’s the least that I can do to put some Zip into their lives!

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.

just took loads from 3 guys in a mall restroom.went there to hook up with a random guy.he actually met me there (me waiting naked n lubed) and came right into the stall to fuck me. super skinny older daddy with a huge cock. we actually had 2 guys end up watching but he didn't care .said"oh I know that guy" about the guy watching through the door crack,then said"mind if he watches? and opened the door.when he was done humming in me the new guy said"can I get in there?" I said go ahead, so he fucked me hard n fast, blew his load in me in less than half a minute. then after they left I stayed to jerk off n got another cruiser in the next stall that ended up sticking his cock under the partition for me to suck but I jerked him off with my asshole instead.he said"that's not your mouth is it slut?"lol

I'm going to tell a story. I raped my late husband on our third date. We went to a piss party. I got super drunk, and while he was chatting at the bar, I came up behind him with a palm full of lube. Slicked him up, and he stood up immediately with surprise. He was not expecting a cold wet contact on his butt. When he turned to see who it was, he was relieved it was me. I pounded the shit out of him right there in front of everyone. We moved into the cage to get a better angle, and finished there. In true porn star fashion, I pulled out and came all over his chest. He LOVED it. I brought his fantasy to life without realizing it. A week later, he asked me to marry him. We didn't get engaged until nine months had passed. That was one of his favourite moments in our relationship. I didn't know how I felt about him at the time I did it. After all, it was only our third date, and I had broken up with my first boyfriend only a couple months prior, so I was still in turmoil. Fortunately, it all worked out and we had a beautiful two-year relationship before he was killed by a meth head. My point is this: see where this goes. Connect with your rapist on a deeper level and see who he is as a person. The sex is there, and that's great. If the sex is bad, it's hard to maintain a gay relationship. But since it's good - by your own account - see where this can go. It might turn out to be the best thing you ever did. Just don't be all crazy and stalker and needy, or because you want him to like you. Those things usually doom a relationship.

HoTT story!! Hope you have more chapters in the pipeline.

Doesn't make sense. a sub would do as their master says. But a cumdump doesn't mean they are a sub. You should be free to choose. The fact that your asking means you have reservations about not taking prep. I personally, for my own health, would continue to take it.

Got a message yesterday from a hot asian guy on Grindr who's fucked me a few times in the past but it's been quite a while. Beautiful big uncut cock. He asked if I was looking. I told him I was but not until the evening after work. He messaged me around 6 and asked me when and I told him just to let me know when he wanted to play. I prepped for what I know was going to be a good deep fuck with him. The day before I got a message from a very hot black guy who's been asking me to fuck for years it seems. It always just never seemed to work out but told him I might be free the next night. So I'm waiting for the 1st guy to tell me when he wanted to come over when the 2nd guy messages me about 8:30 and asks what's up. I'm trying to wait for the 1st guy and I see him online but he's not reaching out so I figure he's working on some other butt to fuck. Not wanting to miss an opportunity I tell the 2nd guy to come over. He arrives 15 minutes later. Beautiful black man. Beautiful silky complexion, muscled, hot chest and arms and horny as fuck. Oh, and big fat cock. We get busy kissing and I start sucking him. He eats my ass and then lays back on the bed so I can suck him some more. Then I climb up on him and slide my hole down his boner. Takes me a bit to stretch out but I can tell he doesn't like to fuck this way. He flips me on my back and rams his cock in my ass and starts fucking me. He's quite rough. Controlling. Pins me down and rams me but doesn't seem quite happy. He drags me to the edge of the bed and starts fucking me from a standing position. Hard. He's pretty rough. He fucked me in various angles/positions from the edge of the bed and then we took a quick break. Then he pulls me over to the bed corner and starts in fucking me hard again. I have to say I was ready for him to finish. I took it like a champ but was getting worn out. (I know...don't be a whinny bottom) I told him he should cum soon as I was feeling a bit used up. He smiles and pulls out and starts jacking his cock at my hole. He starts getting close and I quickly tell him to fuck his load into my hole which he gladly does. Shot a ton of cum in my ass. Love it. As we get dressed he says he wants more soon. I'm down. Never heard back from the first guy. Glad I didn't wait...

If I’m willing to be bred it’s because I know the Top well, we’ve both been tested, we’re both on PREP and neither of us has some moronic death wish. PREP is not a magic shield. It reduces the chance of HIV transmission. You cannot take PREP and announce you can no longer acquire HIV from any poz Top that wants to nut in you. Similar to some girl saying a Hail Mary prayer while taking loads protects her forever from becoming a momma.

Where in Australia. Vers here

LUV the story!! Hubby and I were mono for first 5 years before our first mutual 3-way, then a total of 8 before we started fucking separately. At first it was intermittently safe, but quickly migrated to full-on bareback and breeding. Except for initial fear/jealousy it has been a hot, fun ride -- we now have a bottom boyfriend that we share separately and together and a number of regular raw fuck pals. Sport sex and "Cheating" has continued to make our sex life hot for over 20 years now and we agree that real sex is always bareback, penetrative and involves pumping cum deep inside someone's hungry hole.

You being hairy is completely a turn on and sexy as can be. Love a man just being natural!

My only advice is to decide for yourself.

Maybe he wanted to hear you say it...that can be a turn on for a top, even if he knows you want it in your ass, hearing you say "fuck me and breed me" might make it hotter for him.

Teach me your ways sir

You're in luck! On the 2th March, there is Meat Market in club Church! https://www.clubchurch.nl/parties/meat-market.html I live near Amsterdam, can show you the city and the dark rooms.

Skin on skin is much better and now with PREP, it gives you a degree of security. Also I feel that my arse takes a bare cock in easier than a condom. Hence many times during sex, I tend to lose the condom especially when I am bottoming.

You can walk around the place in your harness & jock for sure, people definitely do. Myself included!! door ajar? Not totally sure. I’ve gone to many parties & breeding sessions. Most of the time the door is just taped or something so that the latch doesn’t catch. That way the door can be shut but still unlocked. Ever been to Jackhammer or Touché? Two hot bars up north. I always go there on the Saturday night of IML Unlocked for ya on BBRT pics are my IML outfit every year. Usually try to change on thing each time.

Hairy guys like this make me weak in the knees. (But I'm not that hairy.) I had a hairy Italian lover and he hated his fur. In the end ... we like what we like.

I agree too. Nothing better then a man that is hairy. Oink Oink

I didn't get the video until the next day - but it was worth the wait. His camera placement was excellent and he knew how to play to them without it being obvious to Teddy that's what he was doing. I was amazed when on fuck 4 or 5, as he got close Logan said "Gonna cum!" - and I was expecting Teddy to respond with something like "cum in me" or maybe "fuck me harder" - but Teddy started dropping poz chaser lines! OK, he didn't go as far as asking for a "toxic" load or begging to be "knocked up" - but he did say he wanted Logan's "dirty" load "balls deep" and like that. I don't know if that was genuine or what he thought Logan wanted to hear... but it was quite something hearing this coming out of a former condom nazi! I'd noticed - but it hadn't really registered on me - that one of the profile view cameras just happened to look all the way into the attached bathroom - a happy accident of the door placement. But then I get to the part where Logan ushers Teddy into the bathroom, shoves him down to his knees and starts pissing in his mouth! Another of Teddy's raunch limits blown to hell - maybe we need to bottle Logan's B.O. for the effect it has on bottom pigs! I should clarify - Logan was pissing in Teddy's mouth, who was *guzzling it down* not just letting it flow out again and getting wet in the process. The audio from the bathroom was poor, but I did think I heard Logan telling him "don't spill a drop". And then there were those 11 PrEP-busting, bug-laden loads! Logan had told me that he felt a lot of the stuff that some breeders do to willing chasers to try and ensure the bug "takes" was overkill; he felt that the best approach - and one compatible with stealthing - was just to *keep on fucking* after dropping a load, actively massaging that charged cum into the recipient's fuckhole. Of course with him that tended to just roll forward into fucking another load in - but that could only help too. (Of course, he was used to having a highly infectious strain, so who knows?) I had two particular favorites - Logan woke up first on Saturday morning after banging 3 loads in a row into Teddy on Friday night; he had his typical raging-hard, drooling morning wood - and just shoved that into Teddy's cum-oozing hole and started fucking, pinning him down and forcing him to take it. Teddy struggled a bit at first, but quickly got into it with Logan's broad cockhead banging hard on his prostate. The other was the reverse - Logan lying there on his back snoring with a roaring hardon - and Teddy sitting on it... which led to Teddy getting rolled over, held down and reamed mercilessly when Logan awoke. It was clear that Teddy was shocked by Logan's forceful approach - though you'd think after 10 or more loads he'd have gotten a clue by then - but he quickly got into it, encouraging Logan to "ride me hard" and so on. My own hole was no longer sore from Logan's plowing but his powerfucking style was obviously familiar and made my hole clench at times. I had to start stroking as I watched the video and the count of potent loads blasted up Teddy's hole rose; when I got to the last one - the Monday morning wake-up fuck that was just shy of sexual assault - I shot all over my own beard when Logan roared "Take my NUT, faggot!" as he plowed in toxic dose #13, his crotch grinding hard against Teddy's hairy butt. I wished I could see the entire fucks instead of just a highlight reel - but figured maybe I could convince him to show them to me someday, if not let me have full copies. (He had finally agreed to let me have the videos of him fucking ME, as long as I promised not to post them online. Our poz talk was very blunt throughout all our fucking and he understandably didn't want any potential stealth targets tipped off.) During the week I got several updates from him via Signal; he'd had a number of other men lined up to breed, mostly either already poz who wanted to get held down and plowed by a big burly biker or bugchasers who were hoping to get knocked up; but despite having told Teddy he had plans during the week and would be busy, the little shit seemed to not care that Logan had other things/men to do. Logan got progressively more irritated with Teddy's wheedling for more of his cock; "In a way it's an ego boost to have someone so desperate for more of me - but damn it, he GOT a baker's dozen of my loads over a long weekend! What a greedy little creep!" "Yeah, well - that fits." "I didn't tell ya before - but I'd actually started to wonder if he was so bad... then at one point I went off to get us drinks and I overheard him trashing people right and left with his friends when he thought I was out of earshot. I have NO regrets for doing my best to knock him up!" "Glad to hear it, buddy. Other than him being a pest, how's it going?" "Great! Lots of willing holes - had a 'mostly top' guy the other day who wants to go from shooting blanks to live ammo, so I really reamed him hard; after, he thanked me for 'doing the job right' so I hope he gets what he wants. I'm looking forward to that party Friday night you were telling me about, but I blanked on the details...?" "Oh, it's a 'breed the bugchasers' party - 3 slings, 3 pigs who want to poz and they don't know which tops are poz - and at the end, they're only told their *total* of charged loads, not who gave them the poison seed. I've been to a couple, they're lots of fun. The bottoms have to impress the buddy of mine who throws 'em because to have at least two tops per bottom is difficult to put together so they have to make it worth the tops' time. Like I said the other day, you and your machine-gun cock are going to be popular even if you have to wait a while in between turns while all the tops get rotated through. All the bottoms have at least a goatee, so I'm sure you'll breed 'em all. <grin>" "One last thing for now... I discovered I fucked up when I made my reservation - I have to be out of here on Saturday, but I wasn't going to leave 'til Sunday. Any ideas?" "Sure, you can stay here Saturday night. We'll go out, have some fun and you can gift me any dirty cum you don't want to take home. I've got space in my garage for your bike so you won't have to park it on the street." "Great! By the way, have you heard anything from your scientist bud?" "We just gave him your blood sample two days ago - it takes at least a week for all the testing. He told me he would like samples from me once a month for a while to follow what happens. I'll be sure to keep you updated on the results." "I don't know why, but it's really been turning me on to think of having a brother breeder with my strain of the virus... can you imagine us double-penetrating some pig and both of us filling him with the same strain? Just thinkin' about it makes my dick leak!" "Doing your laundry makes your dick leak," I joked, "but I know what you mean. Love the idea of our cocks slipping back and forth next to each other in the fuckhole of a piggy begging for us to plant our dirty seed...!" "Fuck yea! Whoops, gotta run, bud - have a trick showing up soon. I'll take a half day off before the party and I'll see you there - I found the email you sent with all the details." "Ride hard, man!" "As always!"

Kik me peters.brandon

Exaclty. If the video is only an ass and a dick, then not even watching

I guess you just have to wait until I announce it like that: Part XX is available now.... (then like it or not) and if you like it I would send it in a PM to you. You could also PM me then and give me your email addie, then I could send it to your email account, which would be faster I guess. Right now I am not very motivated to write or post stuff anyway. This solution, that crossed my mind, isn't the very best, because there would be always an amount of time you would have to wait for my reply. And about your remark... yes - it should show who made the changed and why, but I proved it already (in another story) by re-posting parts of that story, that changes were made. And there was also not a stamp who did it.... I am not here to win a Pulitzer Prize... and if my grammar or my style is so bad, then I probably should simply stop posting. I got some nice feedback, so I know some of you guys like my stories and enjoy reading it (of course not all - and that's okay). We will see, what the future brings.... by the way - today is my birthday. So worship me... bitch!

The Trainee (Part 3) ** Please remember to ‘like’ the story if you enjoyed it. Feel free to comment or to contact me via mail. Thx. ** When Shane entered my office he looked frantic. “Excuse me Sir. Do you have the time…? I need to address something to you” he started. I looked up and nodded bad-tempered. “What is it?” I asked. He turned around and closed the door, before approaching my desk, his whole body shivering as he started several times to speak, but couldn’t form a word. I let him take his time and wondered what happened while he was on his break. “I… I can’t… I…. the guys…. I can’t…. I want to….” he mumbled incoherently. “Calm down boy and take a deep breath and then say what you want to say” I ordered him. He took some deep breaths and then said he wanted to quit. Wow! I hadn’t even started working on him and he wanted to escape already? No way! “May I ask you about your reasons? Was shelving too demanding for your skills?” I asked seriously. “No… it is not that. I am… I was…. those guys…. they sexually harassed me….” he spit it out. “Sexual harassment… that is a strong accusation!” I exclaimed. "Tell me what happened." He opened by telling me everybody was whispering about him, and that when he was on his break no one wanted to sit with him at the table. This was a nice story, but there was nothing about sexual harassment in it. Then he told me about the events in the restroom. “Slowly… slowly… you are going ahead of yourself. Show me exactly what happened” I demanded and got up from my chair, walked around my desk and stood close in front of him. I focused on his eyes and looked at him aggressively. Of course he felt unpleasant by my strong appearance. “Show me what happened… don’t summarize the events. You make serious allegations boy. I will decide whether you were harassed or not. Now show me exactly what happened!” I thundered. “This one guy offended me, by calling me a faggot” he blathered. “Okay… faggot. What happened next? Make it real, so I can absorb the whole situation fag!” I ordered. The poor lad experienced the whole degrading situation all over again. “Then one of the two guys hit me” he said. I gave him a strong push with both of my hands and he stumbled backwards. “No… not a push. He hit me in my face!” he exclaimed. “Why didn’t you says that… come back in front of me” and after he moved back to his old spot I slapped his face softly, more like a friendly slap on his cheek. “NO… he really slapped me hard across my face. I hit the wall behi…..” *SLAP* He didn’t know what hit him, but he almost sailed against the back of my office wall and slumbered down finally. He tried to catch his breath and looked at me stunned. “Like that?” I asked with an indifferent look at him. The poor boy held his right cheek and almost cried when he begged me to stop, exclaiming “Do I really have to go through this again?” I explained to him, that if he wanted my opinion, I had to ‘know’ what happened back there. Not just to be told about it. “They asked me then," his voice dropping to a near whisper "if I would suck – cock.” By this point he was staring at the floor in abject humiliation. “So faggot do you? Do you suck cock?” I snickered. “I told them no, but they would not believe it. Instead they forced me to admit it!” "How did the two guys force such a confession out of you?" I asked. "They slapped me, forcefully," he replied. Whereupon received another blow from my hand. “Then one of them, I think his name was Jon, said something about respecting his dick and then… then," now sobbing "I had to touch his junk through his jeans and try to find his glans and lick it.” His eyes were closed as he wept, as if again reliving the horror. When he opened his eyes he saw my bulge straight next to his face. While he was sobbing and crying I had taken my place and demanded him to repeat each and every grip he made. “Oh Gaaaaawd….” he continued wailing, but raised his hands and started to give me a nice massage and realized my cock was hard already. “Lick my cock faggot – let’s keep it real… show me some respect and lick my dick” I grinned while poor Shane started kissing and licking my dickhead through my slacks. For at least a minute he was nursing my dickhead through my pants and kept on massaging it, so I asked if something else happened then. He stopped drooling over my penis and just answered, that both guys left the toilette after that incident, but pressured him again; then he resumed nibbling on my dick. For another ten seconds he continued his act, before realizing he was still degrading himself. He added the thing that happened to him while he ended his break also. With a shocked expression on his face his movements stopped abruptly. “I am sorry…. “ he stared at the wet spot he caused to my pants, because of his spit. He didn’t know he had sucked already some of my precum through the fabric. “Never mind that… get up and let’s sit down on the couch and talk about the things, that happened really….” I suggested. Without helping him up I walked slowly to the couch and turned to him, so he could see me adjusting my cock to a more comfortable position. “SIT!” Shane didn’t even get up yet. His movements were slowly. Obviously the whole situation had worn him totally out. In fact a minute passed before he reached the couch, silently taking a set on the end opposite to my position. From time to time he sobbed desperately. “Let’s start it this way. It was all your fault Shane.” The silence was absolute. “My fault… my fault? I didn’t do anything. I was attacked by those two guys, without giving them any reasons to pick on me” he bawled. “There was no sexual harassment going on Shane. Keep in mind, you are the newest player on the team. The other guys don’t know where you stand. You need to find your place in the pack and I admit, they probably over exceeded things a little bit," (which, I thought to myself, they actually did not), "but you simply could have showed a little bit more resistance. Why didn’t you Shane?” “I was afraid they would beat me up” he admitted. “And that’s why you are in so much trouble now” I told him. “Still I am sure, that nothing worse would have happened…” I continued. “But their cocks were hard. They wanted to rape me….” he interfered. “Now it is already RAPE… interesting Shane. No – their cocks were hard because they got power over you. You are young but you will realize in years to come, that power is a great aphrodisiac. And if you get stimulated, while being bossy it is not a gay thing and it is not rape. It was simply a demonstration to illustrate your position in the pack. But don’t despair. This isn't irreversible. You simply must stand your ground and react in a proper way.” I smiled like a wolf at him, but he took it as a friendly gesture. Continuing I suggested “The next time someone passes out at you, for example making a gesture or something – it is all about the right signal to answer this impudence.” He looked at me with big puppy eyes but didn’t have a clue. “I studied psychology for several semesters," (another of my lies), "and I know about those things. For example – some guy passes you like the one in the stock, with the poking tongue against his cheek…. use a simple form of his gesture and reply with sticking out your tongue…. no not like that, you are not eight years old anymore… No, more like putting the tip against your upper lip… yeah – better… you could even move your tongue around a bit, following your upper lip…. no, just the upper lip,” I advised him. He was really not too bright after asking me if this would really help. “This is all non verbal Shane, he gave you a signal and you expressed your position with your gesture” I replied, adding “Well it will certainly do the trick. He won’t do anything bad” I said thinking to myself 'At least not then and there'. In fact I thought it likely if the other guy found a cozy place behind some pallets or in a toilet stall Shane could prove his fast tongue while sucking on yet another dick. "In any event, Shane, you need to know all the signals and the proper ways to react to them… for example the guy that grabbed his bulge in front of you - that was a pure sign of dominance… the proper way to react would have been to pass him and then simply grab one of your ass cheeks and pull them a bit apart. If it bothers you a lot you could also pull both ass cheeks apart – this way you return a strong signal from your side.” He looked at me puzzled. “Yeah – you would express that you are a fa… fantastic associate who doesn’t need to put up with this and that he should simply look for a place and shove it up the ass. " "I see," Shame commented, "that would be a strong signal indeed. Maybe he would then leave me alone.” “Believe me – if you do this I am sure he won’t bother you again for a while” I snickered, again thinking to myself 'At least not as long until his balls have not recharged'. “There are plenty of other situations and we can analyze them when they happen” I added with a warm smile but cold eyes. "Besides, there will be always occasions like this and it would happen in your life over and over again. You simply need to adjust your responses properly for the occasion," I explained in a soothing voice, adding “Listen, I am really sorry, that the whole thing is pushing you to the edge, but I really think this way all a lack of misunderstanding” “It would be a terrible loss for us, if you would leave us now – if you feel uncomfortable in the employee rest room, there's another rest room we don't use right now, but which I can make available to you. It's in an unused section of the warehouse. There you would have the time to relax and you wouldn’t be bothered by some noises or so. And no one would hear you too,“ I offered adding “I am sure we can work this out if you are just willing to take each and every dick… or Jon or Brian as a new challenge. Let's work these things really deep into your system and I am sure you will grow in person, but you will also help other guys additionally to grow.” 'In their pants' I thought to myself. “So… what’s it gonna be?” I asked, conveying a look that said 'Take it or leave it'. “Can I see the other restroom?” he asked in a subdued voice. I rose, and instructed him to follow me. My bulge was still evident to anyone who looked, Shane and I left the office, encountering a couple of my employees. I'm sure a they noticed the wet spot on my pants, Shane followed me through the store, somehow looking utterly defeated. Looking to give him some encouragement I advised “You've made the right decision, Shane. I will help you grow into something totally new. Just follow my orders… Shane looked back and saw Jon massaging his cock openly through his pants forming the word ‘FAG’. Timidly he reached back and pulled one of his ass-cheeks apart only to see Jon nod in approval. What had he done?

Ive fucked a twink couple who just opened their relationship. Rawdogged em both, when the other one wasn't in the room. They both love Daddy types, so I gave em something to remember me by- a nice toxic load for their stupid cunts.

Part 6 - A Dilemma Mark was rudely awakened again by his phone ringing. His head pounded from the alcohol the night before. The ringing stopped and he tried to read the clock. 7:32 AM. WTF? He laid in bed a few more minutes and he heard the alert that said he had a voicemail. A few minutes later the phone rang again. Answering it, he heard his mom on the phone. “Are you ok?” “We haven’t heard from you.” “Is Joel OK?” “Have you been drinking?” and on an on. The same as yesterday - questions and not waiting for an answer. “Yeah, mom. I’m ok, Joey is ok. I spent all evening with him. I don’t really know everything yet, so I’m going back over today. Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” He hung up the phone and jumped into the shower to rinse off. Standing in the shower, the night before replayed through his mind. After drying off, Mark put on his jock, a pair of workout shorts and a sleeveless tee and his flip-flops. “Lets hit the gym and sweat out the hangover” he thought. He grabbed the complimentary bottle of water and headed out. To say Mark was bitterly disappointed by the gym was an understatement. The room gave the distinct impression it had served as a conference room at some point in the past, and management had christened it a gym by scattering some garage sale gym equipment throughout the room. Over in one corner he saw a door labeled 'Locker Rooms'. In another corner was a treadmill with boxes stacked on top of it. Another corner had the lone elliptical machine and on it was the Dad from breakfast the day before. Mark quickly looked around to make sure the kids and wife weren’t there. He walked over to a weight machine that was near the Dad and sat down on it, placing the water bottle on the floor. After adjusting the weights, he started to do some bench presses and zoned out just staring at the ceiling. He lost count. Was that 30 or 40 reps? He stopped and realized that the Dad had also stopped and was just staring at him. Looking down his body he saw his shirt had ridden up and exposed his abs, and the tip of his cock was poking above his shorts. Mark always got a little hard when he worked out. “Oh shit. Sorry,” Mark muttered. The Dad grinned and replied “No worries, I was just admiring your….uh, ink.” Mark sat up and pushed his cock under the top of his shorts. Grinning back he said “Oh, thanks. I heard your wife yesterday and I guess she’s not a fan of tattoos. By the way, I’m not a drug dealer, just a computer geek.” “Sorry about that. Yeah, she’s still pissed that I got this little tattoo a month ago” the dad said pulling up the sleeve of his t-shirt exposing a small tattoo that Mark couldn’t make out. “Cool, but if you were going to get so much grief you should have gone for something more elaborate” Mark said, laughing. “Yeah, I really should have. It’s a shamrock. The kids like it. I can’t imagine what she would have said if I came home with what I really wanted to get. A friend convinced me to start small and then work up to bigger. That’s not going to happen now. I’m Chris, by the way.” Mark introduced himself in return. The guys started working out again and chatting. After a while Chris got off the machine and said “I’m going to go see if the sauna works. Catch you later,” as he walked to the locker room door. Mark finished his set of reps of on the butterfly part of the machine and got up. “Sauna, huh. I love saunas,” he said with a chuckle. Mark went in to the locker room door and saw it led to a short hallway with door on either side “Men” on the left, “Women” on the right. He went through the left door and was greeted with a small locker room with metal lockers on both sides and a bench in the middle. 'This would make a great porn set' Mark thought. Further back was a small shower area with three showers that were larger than your typical locker room shower. Next to it was a cedar door that Mark assumed went to the sauna. He noticed a table in the corner with a stack of towels similar to the ones that Dennis had brought. Mark grabbed a towel, took his clothes off and hung them in a locker. He rinsed his body off and wrapped the towel around his waist and went towards the sauna. Opening the door he felt the blast of heat hit him. Sitting in front of him on the top bench was Chris, naked and sitting on his towel. Chris’s eyes opened and he said “Hey”, then grinned. Mark took off his towel and set it down about three feet from Chris and sat down on it. He looked over and saw the fresh tattoo and could finally make it out. It was only about an inch and a half square and probably just flash art. He looked over Chris’s body as the sweat dripped off of it. 'Yeah, I was right yesterday. Ex-jock,' mused Mark, only to realize Chris was looking at him too. His eyes darting all over - up and down his arms then to his cock and back to his arm. Mark swore he saw Chris’s cock twitch too. Finally Chris commented “Fuck that is so hot. I really wish I had the guts to do something like that.” Mark had an idea what Chris meant, but presenting a wry grin asked “Like what?” Chris blushed a bit and said “Everything. The ink. The piercing.” The last bit surprised Mark so he decided to push it and see where things might go. “Take a closer look if you want. I’m not shy.” With that Chris got up and moved closer, kneeling on the lower bench where Mark's feet were. Chris’s hand moved up and moved over the tribal tattoos on his arm. As Chris moved over to the other side to see the tattoos on his left arm his cock brushed Mark’s leg. Chris’s eyes roamed over his arm as his hand rubbed up and down over the images of skulls and snakes. He stopped with his fingers on the image of the reaper and looked at Mark “That's pretty intense.” Mark felt Chris’s cock resting on his leg and it was getting stiffer. He could sense that Chris also wanted to see the piercing in his cock but was afraid. Mark reached down and stroked his cock a few times and felt it get stiffer and lifted it up. “And then there’s this,” he said looking down at his cock. Chris swallowed hard and looked down and got a little closer. “Oh my god. That had to fuckin’ hurt. I’ve seen a few guys with a pierced dick, but never up close or this big. Why did you do it?” “Cuz it feels really good when I’m fucking and I’ve been told it feels great inside,” explained Mark. At this point he decided to go for broke. Mark moved his hand and started pushing Chris’s head towards his hard cock. “Take a closer look. Touch it. I know you want to.” He could feel Chris’s breathing get heavy and Chris raised his shaking hand and grasped Mark’s cock and then moved it closer to the head. His thumb pushed the piercing and it rotated a bit. Mark pushed his head closer. Feeling no resistance, he whispered “Suck it.” Chris stammered “Uh, I don’t know. I don’t usually do that sort of thing.” Mark keyed in on the word ’usually’ and said “So you’ve sucked a guy before?” He could feel Chris’s reluctance start to fade. “Just a couple of times. Nothing this big though.” Mark pushed Chris’s head to his cock, the cock head touching his lips. Chris opened his mouth and started to take Mark’s cock into his mouth. Slowly he started sucking and playing with the piercing with his tongue. Chris started to bob up and down on his cock and Mark moaned. It wasn’t the best blowjob he had gotten, but having a straight guy suck him really turned him on. Mark looked down Chris’s body and saw his ass moving around as he was sucking his cock. 'I wonder...,' thought Mark. Mark started to move his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into Chris’s mouth. Chris gagged a few times but kept sucking. Mark pushed his cock into Chris’s throat and held his head there with his hands for a few seconds before letting up. Chris stood up and gasped for breath “Oh Fuck!” he grunted only to go back down and resume sucking. Mark didn’t want to waste his load down Chris’s throat so when he started to get close he pushed Chris off and said “My turn” with a smile, gesturing for Chris to take Mark's seat. Chris sat back down on his towel and Mark got between his legs. The cock facing Mark was a rock hard six inches of circumcised baby making meat. Obviously he must have enjoyed sucking Mark’s cock if he stayed hard the whole time. Mark began his oral endeavors by licking up and down Chris’s shaft and curling his tongue around the head. He dug his tongue into the piss slit and wrapped his lips around the head sucking gently. He slowly descended down the shaft moving up and down until he was almost at Chris’s pubes. He opened his throat and dove down the remaining distance and squeezed his throat around the tip of Chris’s cock. Mark felt Chris shiver and knew this was much better than he ever got from his wife. Mark kept working Chris’s cock a few more minutes and then pulled off before moving down and sucking one of Chris’s balls into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue. Pulling back he stretched the ball in its sack until it popped out of his mouth. Hearing the moaning from Chris, he repeated it with the other ball. Mark then pushed Chris’ legs back and started licking down the taint to Chris’s pucker and brushed his tongue over the hole. Tasting just a bit of funk, Mark kept flicking his tongue over Chris’s fuck hole making him moan even louder. He brought his finger up and circled the hole before pushing in just up to the first knuckle. A loud gasp came from Chris. Mark continued working Chris’ hole with his finger, getting deeper and feeling the hole start to relax a bit. He looked up and Chris had his eyes closed with a big smile on his face and was holding his legs open for Mark. Mark stood up on the lower bench and ran his cock across Chris’ straight boy hole. When the steel ring touched Chris’s hole, Chris’s eyes opened wide almost immediately, as he exclaimed “No! I can’t take that!” “But your hole says it wants it, Chris,” Mark said softly while rubbing his leaking cock around his pucker and pushing in gently. Chris’ breathing turned into a panting. "Relax, Chris, I'll go easy," Mark said soothingly just before he spat a large glob of saliva on to the head of his cock and a second at mid length. He also worked several globs of saliva into Chris’ hole, using the head of his cock as a bludgeon. “Breathe deep, now exhale” and as Chris exhaled Mark pushed in and felt the head pop inside. Pausing for a moment, Mark let the precum ooze from his cock inside Chris’s tender hole. He started to rock his body, working his cock in deeper and deeper as he heard Chris grunt and groan. Once he was half way in his rocking motion gave way to bigger thrusts and he would occasionally stroke Chris' still hard cock. Usually when Mark got to fuck a straight guy, their cock never stayed hard but Chris was enjoying this too much. As Mark’s strokes got deeper he started nudging Chris’ prostate and he watched as the precum started to run out of Chris’ dick. Mark was thrusting in all the way and feeling his balls slap Chris’ ass. He knew he was close and his conscience was poking his brain. Mark continued driving his cock into the now sloppy hole as he instructed “Chris, look at me.” Chris’ eyes opened as he grunted with each inward stroke and nodded. “Chris, I’m about to cum. I’m HIV positive and I will probably infect you if I breed you. Do you want me to pull out?” The thrusts were getting harder and more erratic. Chris looked right into Mark’s eyes and said “Breed me. Give me your cum.” The words were exactly what Mark wanted to hear and he slammed his cock in as his balls pumped their tainted seed deep into Chris’ fertile hole. After the last spurt of cum shot into Chris’ hole Mark moved back and he pulled his spent cock out of Chris’ now swollen hole. Over his shoulder he heard “That was damn hot.” Turning to look, he saw Dennis there, naked, stroking his hard cock. “Can I have a turn?” Chris weakly nodded, still in a daze. Dennis was in between Chris’ legs before he could change his mind and thrust his cock into the poz-cum filled pussy. Dennis started pounding Chris like it was the last fuck he would ever get. Their bodies slammed together over and over until Dennis grabbed Chris’ shoulders and rammed his cock in all the way and let out a growl as he unloaded his seed deep inside Chris’ guts. Almost immediately Chris’ cock erupted covering both of them with neg cum. Both of them were breathing hard and Dennis slowly pulled his cock out of Chris’ hole. The three of them got up and walked out of the sauna and went to the showers, sharing one shower stall as they rinsed off. Chris turned to Mark and asked “Were you serious about being poz?” “Yeah, I was. You still okay with it?” replied Mark. “Too late now, but yeah. I’ve been wanting to get fucked like that for a long time. Maybe now I’m free to do it." Dennis just grinned as he listened to the conversation. Dennis said “Gotta get back to work. Thanks” and dried off, dressed and left. Chris then dried off and dressed, walking out of the locker room a bit stunned. Mark toweled off and went to his locker. Opening the locker, he took his clothes out and found a note tucked inside. It was Dennis’s phone number. Mark went back to the room and contemplated his actions from last night and today. Was he going down a bad, dark path? After taking a long shower in the room, he made his plan. He got dressed, forgoing his usual jockstrap for boxer briefs, and jeans and a t-shirt. Grabbing his phone and keys he walked out the door and hopped in the car. He drove over to the big chain pharmacy and went inside. Mark roamed the aisles as if on a mission. Damn, he hated how they re-arranged these stores every month so you could never find anything. Finally he turned down the right aisle and spotted his target. He grabbed two home HIV test kits from the shelf then looked around and picked up a ten pack of condoms. Going to the front of the store he noticed this store didn’t have the self-serve checkout lines like his at home did. Oh well. Dropping the items on the counter the middle-aged female clerk looked at him with a disapproving expression. 'Fuck her,' thought Mark. He paid and took his bag out to the car and looked at the clock. It was 12:15 PM. 'Damn, I’m late' he thought. Mark knocked on Joe and Kyle’s door, it took a few minutes before Kyle opened the door. He obviously had just awoken. Mark entered the apartment and tossed the bag on the couch and sat down. Kyle headed to the kitchen and said “Coffee?” "Sure," Mark replied. He sat there a while until Kyle brought the cup of java and Joe finally came out of the bedroom and plopped down in the chair looking pretty hungover. Mark took a sip and then said in a serious tone “Joe, we need to talk about something, but first stand up turn towards the door and pull down your shorts.” Joe slowly got up and said “This is starting out to be a pretty kinky day.” Mark looked at Joe’s butt closely and said, “OK, pull em up and sit down.” Joe looked at Mark very confused. “What the fuck were you doing in the john at the club last night? Are you fuckin’ nuts? Just bent over taking cock like a slut from anyone who pulls his dick out? Do you even know who fucked you last night?” Joe’s jaw dropped and his foggy mind couldn’t put together anything to say. It was just “um, uh, I, uh....” Mark continued “You’re gonna get yourself pozzed like that. And who knows what other diseases - Hep, syphilis, gonno, herpes.” Joe’s face just went blank as he stared back at Mark. With Joe saying nothing and Kyle staying quiet too, he opened the bag and tossed a test box to Joe and the other one to Kyle. “Take these. NOW.” Joe and Kyle opened the boxes and followed the instructions step by step. The room was silent while they waited and Mark kept the time for waiting calling out the first time to check middle and end time. Mark was hoping that Joe was already poz and he wouldn’t be the one that pozzed him up from last night’s fuck. After each time was called, Joe would say 'Fuck' and nothing else. At the end Mark asked “Kyle, what did your test say?” Quietly Kyle said “Neg”. Mark looked at Joe and asked him the same thing. “Neg. Again.” “Again?” Mark asked. “Yeah, we’ve been trying to get pozzed up for a several months now” Joe explained. Kyle was nodding in agreement. “Fuck. Are you nuts? There’s no cure. And if you don’t take the drugs it kills you.” “I’m know what can happen and I’m not nuts. I got sick of trying to avoid it. I hate using condoms, sex is better bare. And it really turns me on thinking each guy who fucks me may be the one to gift me," Joe explained. “There’s PrEP. You can get fucked by anyone and not get pozzed. With HIV anyway,” added Mark. “If I’m taking drugs why not just be poz too?” was Joe’s retort. Mark realized that Joe and Kyle had already made up their minds and he wasn’t going to change them. And deep down, he didn’t want to change their minds. He had already bred each one of them and it was too soon to tell if he infected them. With that realization he made a snap decision. “Well, I was in the john last night watching you get fucked and I know at least one poz guy bred you. And he’s got a pretty high viral load too. So you might be on your way” Mark told Joe. “Who? You watched the whole thing? And didn’t say anything until now? Oh fuck.” said Joe. “No, I just saw part of it. I didn’t know it was you until later” Mark added. “How much later? Did Kyle tell you?” Joe looked at Kyle with an evil look. “No, Kyle didn’t say anything. I found out it was you as I pulled my cock out of your ass and saw the birthmark on your butt cheek,” explained Mark. “So, did the poz guy fuck me before or after you?” asked Joe. “Joe, it WAS me.”

Having an uncut cock with a large amount of retractable foreskin, love to go a day or two with out a shower. If I've been frequently urinating there is a lovely yellowy building up and funky smell. Like running my finger across my helmet and getting a good amount of smegma and eating it. Had a meet with a guy a few summers back, turned up at his place around midday and he was just in shorts and could tell he hadn't showered. When I removed his shorts and pulled back his foreskin it wasn't clean. For a second I froze but then just sucked it and then made it my mission to entirely clean his cock with my tongue

I liked reconnecting with Jason, the high school quarterback I caught fucking my first boyfriend. I had seen him a few more times at bars, clubs, parties, bathhouses. He was always getting fucked. I mean, so was I, but it seemed like he never stopped fucking. As the months wore on, I got busier at work and then spent the summer teaching remedial courses for extra cash. I wasn't going out much then, but I was on the apps and adam4adam. I was getting fucked regularly. When I saw Jason again, the gorgeous football player was gaunt and haggard. I ran into him at a bathhouse and was just stunned when he stopped me to say hi. We got fucked and bred next to each other in the hallway by two frat boys. I was looking at Jason as we got fucked bareback and bred. He was still incredibly attractive, but that was all covered over by a layer of "worn out." I went home that night and told myself that I had to slow down. I'd ruin my chances of getting a boyfriend if everyone could have me so easily. I'd also end up looking so tired and "worn out." That was not my path. I decided. Then Grindr hit in 2009. I was hooked. I was on it regularly and my ass was getting pumped full of a lot of guys' cum. Condoms were almost cliche with my hookups, only some of them even mentioned using one. I didn't even really need to go to Manhattan to hit the bars. I liked to go to Manhattan though and turn on Grindr. I'd be getting nailed pretty quickly. This app was amazing. So many horny hot guys. I started in a new school in Queens during the Fall 2009. It was really difficult. I was making progress with the class over time though. It just took so much effort that I didn't really have time for anything else - including Grindr. I got fucked maybe once a month all during the school year and summer(taught remedial again). That was not enough. My hole was twitchy. It needed cock. And, I knew deep down, it needed cum. When I looked up from work in Fall 2010, it seemed like the world had changed. Marriage Equality was coming! It hadn't happened in NY yet, but we all knew it would. It seemed like guys couldn't wait though and were going to other states to get hitched. I saw Facebook photos, received wedding invitations, and generally thought I was so disconnected from it all. Guys I met in college. Couples I fucked around with. Guys I'd seen for years in the bathhouses and at parties. Guys that just met for the first time. All getting married. That's when it hit me. I hadn't even been asked on a date in 6 years. 6 years! I was stunned. I'd had hundreds of sex partners in that time, but no dates. My depression worsened and I was starting to have trouble leaving the house. Sara, my previous roommate now dating my brother, got me to see a doctor and get on drugs. It took a few months, but I was starting to feel better again. It helped to walk the city at night and take the train. Not sure why, but being in the lively city helped me feel more alive. On one of my walks, I ran into Steve. It was so good to see him. We hugged in the middle of the street and talked for an hour without moving. Steve is great! He has a good job, is well adjusted, dating a guy (not seriously). We decided to grab a drink. One drink turned into a full night of dancing shirtless. It was so much fun. Steve texted me the next day and asked if I want to go to a party he heard about - Under 35 Only, Exclusive Party. It was held in an unfinished loft style building on the West Side. The place is fitted out for the party, rooms separated by curtains and sheer drapery, couches, tables, bars. It was dimly lit. Guys had to strip to their underwear to gain entrance. There was a flat $100 fee, but liquor was free inside. I looked around and all the guys were young and gorgeous. I was hesitant at first because I felt really fat compared to these guys. Steve stepped in and said, "Fuck man. You are as hot as I remember. When did you start wearing jockstraps?" He winked at me and we went for drinks. He made me feel more confident. We were in line for drinks and I saw my old roommate John. I was happy to see him. He looked great and twinky as ever. So cute. I introduced John and Steve. We all hung out for our first round and then split up to look for guys to fuck. The crowd was starting to make out and fuck around. My hole was ready. I needed to get fucked tonight. A muscle guy stopped me and we chatted for a bit. I leaned in and felt his chest and he felt my ass. He kissed me. We made out for awhile. Then he turned me around. He felt my ass. He said, "Are you a bottom?" I said I was. He said, "Good." He rubbed against my back and pulled my hand back to rub his cock. It was a good cock. I stroked him and pushed his briefs down to get his cock out. He said, "Get it wet." I turned around and got on my knees. I looked around briefly and guys were having sex all over the place. I took his cock in my mouth. He was trimmed and freshly showered. He tasted really good. I sucked on him for about 5 minutes before he pulled me up and turned me around. He rubbed up on my back and lowered himself to his knees. He spread my ass and jammed his tongue in my hole. He tongue fucked me for a bit and ate my ass. He slid up my body again, feeling me the entire time. His cock resting on my ass. He spit in his hand a few times and wet his cock. He pointed it at my hole and pushed. I pushed back and his head popped in. As he slipped inside me further he whispered, "I'm in you raw. Do you want me to use a condom?" I moaned and pushed back some more. I said, "No. It feels good like this." That's when he slid all the way in. We didn't say anything else to each other until the end when he was fucking me with short strokes really quickly. He whispered, "I'm going to cum in your ass." I softly replied, "Do it. Cum in me." He did. His cum felt good and warm. I smiled. He turned me around again, pulled my jockstrap down and sucked my cock. That felt really good too. I was on edge and going to cum in his mouth soon. I looked around and saw bottom boy John getting nailed hard by a short redhead. He was going to town on John's ass and John was clearly loving it. He had his hands pressed against the wall and was moving his ass in rhythm with the redhead's cock. As I watched, I got a bit distracted and realized I wasn't going to cum so quickly anymore. I put my hand on my top's head and turned my attention back to him. I was getting close again when I heard John say, "Yeah, fill me up." Safe-sex only John. Always condoms John. Good boy John. Going to study AIDS John. Always warning me about unprotected sex John. There was a guy pulling his cock out of John's ass and his cock was bare. No condom. I had just seen John take a load from a dude he didn't know. Fuck that was so hot! I came in my top's mouth and he swallowed my load. My top and I hung for a bit, but then parted ways. I couldn't find John, but did find Steve. Steve had just fucked a cute black guy. Steve said, "Let's go to my place and fuck. I want your ass." We went to Steve's place. We hung out, he fucked me bareback, bred me, made me beg for his cum, and we slept. We woke up in the morning, fucked again and again and again. I really liked Steve. Steve and I started dating that day. We were pretty inseparable. It was really a good time being with him. I didn't feel the same way about Steve that I felt about Eli, Justin or Connor. It wasn't a burning passion. It was more comfortable and easier. I liked Steve.

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It was now late July and had been exactly a week since my adventure in Wilbur Park. My Aunt and Uncle had come up for the weekend, but on two occasions while they were out of the house, Tom came over and fucked me. On neither occasion did we use condoms, and each not only did we fuck four or five times, each time he also either blew in my ass or my mouth. My ass was definitely getting quite a workout. One day he called to say he couldn't make it. I had been really looking forward to seeing him as I was horny as fuck, so I pulled on a jockstrap, my old running shorts out of which I had cut the mesh, a skimpy tank top and off I went to Riddell Park, arriving late afternoon when I pulled in. Immediately I sensed I was in for some fun as there were several single guys hanging around, all somewhat older than I, some thin and attractive and receptive to getting a blow job. Still I was somewhat nervous when I parked and got out of the pickup. I didn't really know how this all went down. I remembered what the man said last time - cruising. I chuckled. I looked at the four guys who were near the parking lot. Casually, I leaned against the pickup and stretched my calves and hamstrings and saw two of the guys were sharing a laugh, then separated, one going to his car while the other went to his family. That left only two - a bearded guy who was thick everywhere (not fat, thick) and a guy with an average build, in his 40s, with a shaved head and a runners body. I looked at them and then didn't know what the fuck to do. I got a little frustrated. I was thinking, "Guys! Seriously! I am barely wearing any clothes, no backpack, no water bottle; so I'm obviously not here to hike. And, I'm 18 and new to this cruising shit. How the hell am I supposed to know what to do?!?" Instead of saying any of that out loud, I turned around and saw the path I'd gone down with the other guy. I thought maybe there is something I can see down there and maybe suck a cock. I started to walk down that path and I looked behind me and the thick guy was following. I was like, "Yes!!!" I got to the area where we had turned off. I took off my tank top and walked toward the place I had almost let that dude fuck me last time - thankfully I hadn't. It wouldn't have been safe to have him inside me without a condom. The thought of that made me really hard. As soon as I found the tree I turned around and waited for the thick guy I knew would follow me. I saw him and rubbed my hard cock through my nylon shorts. He came over, and to my surprise, Mr. Macho thick guy dropped to his knees, fished out my hard cock and swallowed it down right to his throat. I moaned loudly. No one had done that since Eli. I was loving it. He gave me head for awhile and his hands roamed all over my body. He pulled off my shorts and I stepped out of them. He grabbed my ass and was shoving my cock down his throat hard and fast. He started to rub is finger around my ass and I spread my legs. He took the hint and started to finger me. I was totally loving the way he sucked my dick. His finger started tapping inside me. I still remember how it felt...tap...tap tap.....tap tap tap tap. I groaned and moaned. I couldn't stop myself. It was incredible. I told him I was going to cum. He kept sucking. I fucking exploded in his mouth and he just got up and walked away. I collapsed against the tree. Fuck that was a good blowjob. I put my clothes back on and headed back to the pickup. When I got there, I saw the 40something guy was talking to Steve, the guy from the bus. He saw me and immediately smiled. I walked over and said hi to Steve and he introduced me to his father. I was totally embarrassed that I had thought I was going to get laid by Steve's father earlier. We were talking about how Steve and I met and our respective summers. His father thought it was great that I was taking time out of the "city" to come upstate and help out my family's cabin. I did not disabuse him of the notion that I was a good boy whose load was in the think man's belly. LOL. Steve said he was going back to Albany in a couple of days. His father offered to have me come stay with them for a couple of days. I told him that I couldn't stay the weekend because my family would be up, but it was nice of him and I would call my folks, etc. Steve walked me back to the pickup and said, "You're a total perv. I saw where you were coming from. Did that guy suck you off?" I said yes and blushed some. Steve said, "He's a great cocksucker, right?" I laughed and said, yeah he was. Steve said, "We are going to have fun in Albany." Fast forward a few days and I am in sitting on Steve's back porch with his family eating dinner and having a good time. After dinner, Steve and I watched movies in his room and talked about sex. Our sexual histories, who, what, where, how often, what we liked, etc. We both got hard and really horny. Small, wiry, geeky Steve with the 8"cock is a vers/top. I'm a bottom. I put my hand on his cock. We made out and got naked. He locked the door and jumped on the bed. Steve sucked my cock and I sucked his. He wasn't very good at giving head. But, he liked the attention I was giving his cock. He asked if I wanted get fucked. I said fuck yes and turned over. He reached under his bed and grabbed a box. There was a couple of kinds of lube, a toy, some poppers and a box of condoms. He opened up some lube and fingered me as I laid on my stomach. He reached into the condom box and he was out. He said, "Fuck, I'm out of condoms." I groaned. He apologized and said we could get some the next day. After we made out some more, his fingers barely ever leaving my ass; he asked if I had ever used a vibrator. I said no. He asked if I wanted to try and I said yes. He took out the vibrator, lubed it up some, fingered me some more and then had me turn over on to my back so he could watch my face as he fucked me with the vibrator. Needless to say, I was moaning softly into his mouth a few minutes later loving how it felt inside me and how good it felt sliding in and out of my asshole. Steve had me turn over and he kept using the vibrator on my ass. He was going faster and forcing it as deep as it would go without the base rubbing too hard on my ass lips (another new term - ass lips). He had me lie on top of him, my legs bent and ass out as he fucked me with the vibrator and my cock rubbed his abs, and we kissed. I stopped kissing him and said, "Do you want to fuck me?" He looked a bit surprised. He reminded me that we didn't have a condom. I said, "I know." He said, "I want to play safe." I said, "Ok." We made out some more and he seemed to be loosing interest in fucking me with the vibrator. He was getting soft and said he had to pee. He left the room and when he came back and saw me lying there with my ass up, pushing the vibrator in and out of my ass, he said, "Fuck it! I'm going to fuck you." I slipped the vibrator out of my ass and Steve climbed behind me, lubed up, and slid his cock inside me. Fuck that hurt. I bit his pillow and grunted. I slammed my hand on his thigh and he knew he'd hurt me. I told Steve to wait and let me adjust to his cock since it was at least two inches longer and fatter than the vibrator. He waited and my ass relaxed and I pushed my ass back and he slid the rest of the way inside me. I kept my face in the pillow because I was making so much noise due to his big cock. He didn't fuck me long. He pulled my ass up and jerked my cock while he fucked me. He kept telling me to be quiet, but there was so much cock in my ass I didn't know how to be quiet. He was invading me. Fuck! This was a great cock. He said he was getting close and then bit into my shoulder and groaned as he shot my ass full of his cum. I came about a minute later from the feeling of his cock in my ass. That was just the first day at Steve's house. Two days and one night remained, and I was fairly sure Steve's cock would make me cum a few more times before I left.

Thanks y'all. This story has a long arc, so I planned quite a few chapters. It starts in 1998 and I'm operating on the premise that the BB party in Chaser is in 2012. As long as y'all still like it, I'll keep going. How It All Began (I Guess) Hi guys, I'm Zach. I'm 18, a senior in high school, 5'10", play soccer and baseball. I'm in pretty decent shape. I go to school on Long Island and live with my brother and my parents. My family is really religious (Jewish) and we go to temple all the time. I'm also gay. But I feel like my head wants to scream "gay, gay, gay, gay, gay" all the time. I'm not out. I can't be. My dad says stuff all the time about the gays not letting him get his work done because they are so gossipy and how they are always so sexual it's no wonder they have diseases. It's really kind of paralyzing. He doesn't ever care that my mom's brother died of AIDS or that my brother and I had a favorite teacher in school, Mr. Bennett who taught English, and he died of AIDS. My brother and I watched him get sicker in school over months and then one day he stopped coming. I cried and cried for a week. He was so handsome and so funny and smart. I'm going to be an English teacher when I grow up because of him. I just know it. But, damn, my dad can be such an asshole. I just really want to walk around the house sometimes or say at dinner, "I'm gay! Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay." But I don't. I'm in the closet to everyone. And of course, I'm a total fucking virgin. 18 and a virgin. Loser. Long Island has millions of people on it, but our world is small. I've grown up playing league sports - soccer and baseball - and going to local public schools, Hebrew school once a week until I was 13, and temple. It's the same group of people. I've known them my whole life. Sometimes people come and go, like my best friend 2 years ago; but mostly it's just the same people. I can't imagine coming out here. My parents would be so ashamed. Ugh. But, all that said, soccer and baseball definitely provide some sexual release. OMG! The guys arms in the baseball uniforms and the legs in soccer shorts. Drool. I've played on the same team with most of these guys since I was little, or went to Hebrew school, or......ok, you get the point. So, it feels weird that I totally perv on them and then go home and jerk off to them. I jerk off to me sucking their dicks and tasting their cum. I jerk off to feeling their bodies and them feeling mine. Eli is my favorite to jerk off too. We play soccer together. We've played together for 10 years. He is not the most popular guy. His brother is in college locally, so he hangs out with his brother's friends a lot and not really with the "group." He has tight curly light brown hair, a hairless body except for a treasure trail and some hair on his ass that I've seen in the shower. Ugh, his smile is so fucking sexy. Things changed with Eli last weekend. We had a great game the other day and Eli's brother was there. He used to play soccer with us. We beat the other team 3-2. It was close and we fought hard to keep the ball down field. We were a fucking sweaty mess when the game ended. There was Eli's brother smiling and cheering. It was great. He came over and said the parents were out of town and let's all do back to their place for pizza. Our parents, of course my dad wasn't there, all said yes and after we all got cleaned up I swear it was like a minivan caravan over to Eli's house. My mom and the other mom's stayed for a bit. Eli's brother opened a bottle of wine for them and then another. What we didn't know is that Eli's brother convinced some of the mom's to let their guys stay over and have beers and watch movies. There were about 10 of us left and Eli's brother when the mom's left. Eli told us our folks said we could stay over. I don't know when the pizza was ordered but it showed up just when our mom's were leaving and they all chipped in for the food - drunken Jewish suburban Long Island ladies looking for money in their purses and talking loudly. It's so embarrassing and so funny. I was sitting between Eli and one of the other guys and we were fucking rolling laughing. Pizza set up in the kitchen, Eli's brother opens the beer fridge. He says we could have beer as long as we stayed at the house. At first we were slow about it and then we were drinking faster. Eli loosened up and so did I. We were laughing a lot. They other guys had basically spread out in a circle in the living room and we played a stupid game of truth or dare for awhile. The most anyone did for a dare was I had to take off my shorts and shirt and stay that way the whole game and a couple of guys made other guys kiss each other. Fuck, that kissing made me hard and I had to cover myself with a pillow. Eli was the last guy to have to kiss another guy and he was told to kiss our goalie - Rich. I was so fucking jealous. I think I turned red and blushed because I felt my body get hot. After that, Eli's brother, Ian, turned on a movie. Boogie Nights. He popped some popcorn and we ate cold pizza. Eli, Rich and I (I wanted to stay close in case they kissed again) went to get more beers. Instead, Eli grabbed some whiskey and we made whiskey and cokes and went back to watch the movie. I was still in my boxers from the game. I couldn't find my clothes yet since the living room was dark. We went back and our seats on the couch were taken. So Rich laid down on the floor and Eli and I sat on the floor leaning our backs on the end of the other couch. We were drinking and our shoulders were touching. I was so crazy horny for Eli that I thought I would stop breathing. I just kept drinking my drink because I wanted to cool down but I didn't know it just made you warmer - I was thinking, "it's got ice in it. it's cold right. it should cool me off." Eli noticed I was empty and he asked if I wanted more. I said sure. He got up and put his hand on my bare shoulder as he stood. His hand felt so soft and nice. Eli came back with the drinks. It's the scene were Dirk shows the Colonel his cock. Eli hands we my drink, sits down right next to me, legs touching, arms touching and leans over and says, "That cock must be huge." I gulp my drink and say yeah. Eli puts his hand between us and I feel his fingers touching my naked thigh just below my boxers. I don't say anything. We watch the rest of the movie. Guys are falling asleep. Ian comes over to Eli, who moves is hand a bit for the first time, and says most of the guys are passed out down here. If there are guys awake once it's over, put them in the family room and the spare bedroom. If you need more space, I can take one of the guys in my room; but you shouldn't. Ian then says to me, "You should feel free to stay in Eli's room." I think Eli and I must've totally blushed. I was a little drunk and I stammered something like, no need. Ian said, "dude you're our guest, no worries." Then, Ian went to bed. We had one more drink and then we finished the movie and with that hot scene seeing Dirk's cock at the end I got hard. Eli, his hand back on my thigh and boxer shorts now, noticed. He smiled. He sent me to clean up in the kitchen a bit and he got the guys all sorted out. He came back in the kitchen as i was throwing out the plates and he said, "Ready for bed?" I said yes and he took my hand and we went upstairs and shut his door. He pulled me to him and kissed me. It was my first kiss from a guy ever. I was so into it. I almost cried. He felt so right. His hands were all over me and I was a bit stunned into inaction. He took off his shirt and put my hands on him. I rubbed my hands all over his shoulders and back and I kissed his neck and chest. As I lowered myself to kiss his chest, he put is hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently down to my knees. I looked up at him and he slid my hands down to the waistband of his shorts. I felt is rock hard cock. I looked Eli in the eyes, hesitated, and pulled is shorts and briefs off. It was Eli's cock. He said, kiss it. I did. He said, open your mouth. I did. He asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I said yes. He sat on his bed, spread his legs and i slid my hands over is naked thighs and I literally moaned out loud and I took is cock in my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing so I tried to blow it at first and he said, no suck it. I changed up and started sucking his cock. This is what I always wanted. I was sucking Eli's cock. It tasted salty and sweaty and like him. I kept at it for a few minutes and he said, "I'm cumming." I didn't stop sucking. I felt him blast in my mouth. I loved it. I kept sucking as I swallowed his load. I wanted it all. He had to push me off and said, "Hey it's sensitive after I cum." He stood me up and slid off my boxers and said turn around. I did. He said you have an amazing ass. I said thanks. He pulled me into bed and played with and stroked my cock and sometimes my ass. We talked about it being my first time. He kissed me and said I was good at it. He asked if I wanted to try something else. I asked what he was thinking and he said fucking. I said, I'm not ready. I've never done that. He kept stroking me and he kissed me a lot. He said, "I guarantee that you will cum if I fuck you." His cock was rock hard again. I was stroking him some. I was scared. He looked at me and kissed me hard. I let him roll me on my back and he reached over to the nightstand for some vaseline. He opened the jar, put some on my dick and on his dick. We stroked together and kissed. Then he pushed my legs open and I spread them. He put some more vaseline on his fingers and started to play with my ass. He kept saying how great an ass I have. The first finger hurt and I lost some of my erection. He stroked and kissed me more as he eased his finger in and out of me. One and then two. I winced at two and he said, "Let me know when two feels good with no pain Zach." In a few minutes, I told him there was no more pain. He added a more vaseline and put a third finger in my ass. I winced again, but then tought of something. Health class! We need water based lube. I asked if vaseline was water based. I said, "We need to use water based lube with condoms." He smirked and said, "Don't worry. We will. I'm just opening you up using this stuff because it works better. The water lube isn't as good for your first time." He was fingering me and stroking me and it made sense. I was stroking is lubed cock. He said, "Tell me wen you want my cock inside you." After a few minutes, I did. I wanted his cock so much. He said, "Do you have a condom?" I said, "Yes! Don't you!" He said, "My mom found my stash this morning before she left and took them. She said we need to have a talk when my parents are back." I said, "That sucks. I have one in my wallet." We both looked at each other, realizing that my shorts were somewhere else in the house. "Fuck!" we said in unison. He pulled his fingers out of my ass and laid on his back. My ass felt empty. We kissed and I knew he was disappointed. So was I. He was more distant now. Not even really touching me for the first time in hours. It felt so lonely there next to him, not talking or touching. I had just done so much and I wanted to do more. I looked at him. He was looking away from me and stroking his cock. I took some more vaseline and started stroking his cock for him. He stopped and looked at me. I got up and straddled him. Our cocks were touching. I started to kiss him again. I never wanted this feeling to go away. He was playing with my ass again and pulled me up his body some so he could finger me. He did and it felt so good having his fingers inside me again. Now there was one or two from both hands. I winced every once in awhile because it was awkward and he was stretching my asshole from both sides. I reached behind me because his cock had slid below me as he was fingering me. I stroked his cock as he fingered me. I put his cock on my ass cheeks as is fingers played with my ass. Eventually I was rubbing his cock on my ass crack and he was stroking my cock. I looked at him and kissed him a lot. Then I rose up and put his uncovered cock on my virgin ass. I sat down and his cock pushed past my first ring. I almost screamed in pain. But I had to hold it because the house was full of our friends. He added more vaseline and I lowered my ass slowly down his uncovered cock. I felt his hair on my ass. I was all the way down. He cock was inside me. I was in a lot of pain. I told him. He said, "The pain will go away, just wait." I kissed him and he stroked me. I started to move to ride his cock. I knew we should be using condoms, but I just wanted him. I didn't care at that point. I started riding more and more until I could hear the bed squeaking, him moaning and me moaning. I was rock hard and loving his cock in me. I loved him. I loved how he made me feel - sexy, wanted, desired, happy. I was getting close. He said he was going to cum. I went to get off his cock. He said, "Let me cum in your ass." I knew it wasn't safe to do that. But I kept riding his uncovered cock. I wanted him so much. He came inside me. I was in heaven. I felt him cum and it spurt in my ass. I kissed him to keep the noise down. I came when he kissed me back and shot all over his abs. I rested that way laying on him for a while, his cock in me, his cum inside me, and I was so happy. In a bit I got off him and we cleaned up and fell asleep in is bed. I was hooked. That felt so amazing.

(OH -- It Continues........) The boy was now pounding my incredibly wet hole hard and good. The piss was being driven deep inside me. I could not believe how sinfully delightful this new experience felt. Finally this massive young NEG fuck stud’s rod was inside me. I was a brand new piss pig and feeling fulfilled - a very happy pig-slut in heaven. Truthfully, we were probably only outside and fucking for a half hour or so. Steve had suggested we return inside pointing out that we didn’t want any of the neighbors to call in a noise complaint and have Palm Springs Police find 4 tweeked-out fags fucking in the back yard smelling of piss. Great! Once again, our friendly neighborhood drug dealer proves to be the sensible/level-headed one of the group. Go figure. After rinsing off and out, I returned from the bathroom all clean but happy to know what dirty really felt like.... and I liked it. Back to the sex den I find Steve and his monster uncut cock pummeling little Nathan deep and hard. The little faggot was now an insatiable bottoming animal thanks to the booty bump prize he received for making my fantasy of becoming a public piss urinal come true. The Daddy and his bitch boy were a sweaty mess and going at it hard and rough on the couch. No, seriously: the muscle stud with the solid chest and perfect cock was 40-something, and the slutty little bug-chaser was in his 20's….. it was a hard-core, bareback, chem-filled Daddy / Boy fantasy playing out right before my eyes. Thanks in most part to the crystal meth up Nathan’s ass. I was sure they were going break something. David had grabbed his phone and was recording the scene. I snuck up behind him and gently slid my cock in his ass. I wonder if he will still be able to film with me behind and pumping every so deliberately up his ass? He can. What can I say? The stud good. Little Nathan has been vying for the title of Household Cum Dump since we started this little party of ours. Bitch, I’ve waited too long not to be the cum-dump center of THIS party of tops, and I am NOT about to give up such a prestigious title and fantasy without a fight. Which is why it only makes since to administer my own God Damn booty bump next. In my post-piss-pig / still high from the slam state, it seems like the most logical next step to take. (clearly) David see what I’m up to and approaches with his iPhone to help out. I lay on the couch and hold my legs in the air while David squats down and injects the crystal solution deep in my hole. It’s cold. I much preferred feeling the warmth of the dirty piss deep in my hole - not this cold sterile solution. But quickly the crystal begins to be absorbed into my guts and I’m feeling warm. Warmer than anything I’ve felt before. My fuck hole awakens and becomes very hungry. Just for good measures, David then shoves up a small, tiny rock deep in my hole with his finger. FUCK that burns! My ass is on Mother Fucking FIRE!!! OUCH You Son Of A Bitch!!!! FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!!! While filming my decent into the depths of being a true, happy, total bottom pig of extreme measures, David begins fucking me with his big headed tool. I’ve wrapped my legs around his tiny waist trying to get him to bang me with his fuck stick as hard as humanly possible - and then even harder than that!! But he will not. Despite my insatiable need to be pounded harder than a dirty cunt by the High School Quarter Back on prom night, David remains rhythmic. Patient. Intent. Deliberate. And Controlled. This GoGo twink stud with his fucking camera fetish and leather shoulder-harness is giving me only what I need - but withholding everything I desire. His raw cock may be fucking my ass; and that is exactly what I need. But what I want is this boy — no, this man — to empale me! Because without someone, anyone, deep inside my guts tearing me in two, I will DIE! What I want is to be abused. I want to be used. I want to be laid out like a fucking trashy bitch who is fucked 5-ways from Sunday and tossed aside like a 14 year-old boy’s CUM sock. My head is thrown back against the couch, my eyes clinched tight, begging to be banged like the trashy fuck slut that I am. But all David does is film me withering on his raw cock. His iPhone camera travels from the sweat that has emerged on my forehead, past my lips that are screaming filthy absurdities like a 2-bit trashy hooker, and down along my muscular pecs and torso. The upper-body I have worked so hard for. The body I have starved for and lusted after. Tony Horton may not fuck faggots like me bareback — but I did my Mother-Fucking BEST and forgot the rest with his God-Dam workouts so that I could throw my fairy feet to Jesus and finally get a worked-out faggot like David take every advantage of my willing and giving hole for his pleasure. David is memorized by his cinematic work. His camera lens has found it’s way to his raw cock that is sliding in and out of me so purposely but so controlled in my ass. He knows this is driving me over the top. Which gives him great pleasure to be in control and watching me, a helpless pig begging to be pounded deeper harder and Faster!!! Deeper Harder Faster!!! FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!!!! “Will someone go ahead and fuck him already?” Ken said as he opened up the front door. SHIT! !! The couples are back. Steve pulls out of Nathan who jumps up to go greet the rest of the gang, excited that there are more boys to play with now. They exchange the most awkward of pleasantries with the boys from the bar judging Steve & Nathan’s hard cocks that are just up-front and center as they welcome the newcomers into the converted sex den. Steve ushers everyone to the kitchen island to show off all the goodies that he brought for everyone to enjoy. What a good host our friendly neighborhood drug dealer has turned out to be. My legs are still wrapped around David’s waist but he pries them apart and reluctantly pulls me up to go join the entire crew. Picking up the bag of Tina, Ryan shakes it in my face. “So this is why you were screaming to be fucked hard and fast, hummmm?” I told you he was an asshole. “Yea you little fucker, wanna get a turn and see if you can finally get the job done,” I quip back naked and flirting with my friend. I’ve decided that these bitches are going to go straight past their little E-roll, not collect $200, and go straight to the pipe which straight to fucking. “So you all are high on crystal meth right now? I can not believe you boys.” “We wanted to be dirty, nasty cum sluts!” Nathan chimed up so proud of how he was feeling. Leaning against Kyle he then seductively said, “Come on!! Be DIRTY nasty cum sluts with us!” Kyle, glancing at his boyfriend has a look in his eyes that suggests he wants to party like us. It’s the look of a true BB Bottom Slut who’s being tempted by the fond memories of himself when he was single and the local campus slut. The couple have a silent conversation between each other just with their eyes. Apparently they can figure out what each other is thinking just with a few glances. “Fine. You win. We’re on vacation - might as well throw caution to the wind and raise these bitches' heals to the ceilings.” I’ve been hanging on Ryan's shoulder this entire time grinding my cock into his thigh. “Thatta boy!” I congratulate him with a seductive whisper in his ear. “You’re in trouble,” he assures me. Chad and Jake keep to their pills and go skinny-dipping in the pool. I’ve known Chad for years and drugs just affect him in the exact opposite way they do everyone else. At a circuit party, I’ll be rolling hard and dancing all over the place meeting, litteraly, everyone at the venue - and he will find a corner and gab with 1 person all night long. So I knew that tina affected him differently than it did us and wasn’t surprised that he just wanted to roll and swim. The rest of us settle in over on the couch. The boys strip down to their underwear. Kyle has a pair of those ass-less Andrew Christian’s on so his little boy ass is all exposed and ready to go. The two shot gun a few hits to try and catch up. They can try but they can never “catch up” to us. David is seducing Kyle while I am focussed on Ryan. As he takes another big hit from the glass pipe, I grab his face and turn it to my direction to shot-gun me. Our lips lock and I begin to inhale deeply while kissing my friend. Our tongs massage each other as we pass the smoke back and forth between our lungs. I’m feeling very tender and connected to my friend right now. “What the fuck was that?” he asked as we stopped kissing but remained with our heads touching. “That was an innocent moment. Maybe my last one of the night,” I admitted. “Well I remember you being an amazing cock sucker. So why don’t you stop kissing me and get on all fours and service me, you faggot!” Hearing my friend talk nasty to me was exhilarating. I gladly obeyed and began working on his magnificent cock. It is long and perfect. Completely smooth and shaven. I gobble it happily while David squats next to me and begins eating out Kyle's ass. "Fuck yes, Sam! Suck on that cock!" The encouragement only makes me want to work harder. But I look up at my friend who is still blowing clouds and command him.... "Fuck me." Kyle and I are on the floor, our heads next to each other while the MEN take their positions to pleasure themselves up in our holes. We are a couple of willing bitches desperate to take a deep pounding.