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Part 12 I think it might have been finally hitting him what he's been exposed to through this new found freedom and desire for cock as cum. He wasn’t going to ask or say a word to Steven. The second he sit the door to the car I saw the strange look on his face. Played dumb asking, “What was this all about?” Tyson told me, “Steven says he owns my ass and of I don’t want the video getting out and everyone finding out that I’m a Tina whore who takes it up the ass I’m to do as he tell me without question.” Ty went on to explain, “He told me that last night was only the start to my writing for him and that he had some work lined up for me. Steven told me he knew I’d never be able to deny the need in me for cock and cum along with my addiction to Tina.” Ty sat there in silence as we drove back home when he suddenly asked me, “Why didn’t he try to blackmail you?” I took a could deep breaths while I formulated a answer before responding, “He probably knows that j doing care who knows I’m gay or that I like to party-n-play. He really does have any leverage on me. He must have done sound research on you to know that being an athlete puts you I a compromising position.” The idea of how I you a straight laced, innocent, jock boy and turned him into a cock craving, cum hungry, Tina addicted, whore had me eager to get Tyson’s high ass home so I could breed his (soon to be poz) ass. He sat there without saying a word for most of the ride home before asking me, “Did you give me HIV? I vaguely remember Steven talking about knocking my neg ass opp with his poz babies yesterday, and last night I kept hearing it mentioned about pozzing the neg ass.” I knew eventually my brother was going to ask me this question. I already had an answer with a couple questions for him. I simply says to him, “Fist of all, I am in meds (I lied, I stopped taking my here to elevate my viral load) so according yup the CDC, the risk of my giving you HIV or very, very low. Second, you never asked about condoms or asked anyone who you had sex with what their status was. Third, you practically begged for someone to put their cock inside your hungry ass and then begged the guy fucking you to breed your ass. Finally you never asked anyone for a condom or to fuck safely. All things considered, you seemed to be aware of your actions.” We had pulled into the driveway when I looked over at Tyson who looked like he was deep in thought on what I had just said to him as he got out of the car as went inside. I followed him in and once we were in the house Tyson turned and looked at me, which was the first time he had looked me I the eye summed he met with Steven, and said “Fuck and breed me! I cannot imagine ever getting fucked any other way than bareback. I guess it doesn’t really matter anymore about using a condom so fuck me and to my ass with your sperm. I kissed him deep as our tongues darted until each other’s mouths. We headed directly to his bedroom where we made out some more before I said to him, “I’m going top fix up a slam for myself so I can join you I your high.” Tyson asked, “Her bro, will you show me how to make up and administer a slam?” Tyson had come a long way in a short time as I sped him how to prepare and administer a slam. He copied what I was preparing for myself and prepared his own slam. This was no where near as big as the one Steven had given him, but it was a significant size. He tied off his own arm and hit his vein as instructed, register the flash of red and slowly injected the contents. When be released the tourniquet he coughed out hard before stripping away his clothes while I administered my own slam and joined him naked. He quickly took my cock in his mouth and sucked me hard. Steven was correct that Ty’s oral skills were very good as he easily took my 8” down to the root as I sucked his limp Tina dick which still caused him to moan in pleasure. I then moved in to eat his hungry hole which still had sure remnants of Steven’s cum inside. This caused my little brother to moan louder as he tried to keep sucking my hard as steel cock was ready to fuck & breed his cum soaked, hungry ass. We moved around so that Tyson was in his back and I got between his legs and quickly plunged all 8” deep into his ass in one thrust. He moaned and pushed his ass to meet my penetration taking my entire length. I quickly set any fucking him hard which elicited moans and grunts from deep within him with each thrust. When he finally spoke he had no reservations about his actions, “Fuck me hard. Breed me. Give me your load.” I fucked him for a nearly an hour before I finally unloaded inside his ass. After I had cum inside Tyson, we laid there in his bed for 5 minutes (or so) when my little brother dove down on my spent dick and sucked me hard again. I pumped another 2 loads into him when his cell phone went off. He received a text from Steven giving him instructions to be at the Hilton hotel downtown, room 617 at 9 pm. He had his first client. Dear Readers, This will be the last part of this story. I plan to continue Tyson's experiences as one of Steven’s whores on his own story. Look for ‘Straight Jock to Tina Whore’ coming soon.

Part 26 - The Chase Mark had moved to Larchmont a few blocks away from Angelo and Ethan and this weekend would be the first time Ben would get to see Mark in his new home, Ben also promised to help him get things straight in preparation for his house warming party on Saturday night. They both kept their business private not telling anyone they were officially dating as a couple just yet but for Mark the change in him was pretty evident as Angelo watched him closely that week and asking Ethan to probe Ben for more information. Angelo stopped typing and looked at Mark "So are you going to spill the beans?". "About what" Mark replied looking up and over at him. Angelo smiled and shook his head "Ben". Mark shrugged his shoulders "Have you finished the two job adverts yet?". "Avoiding the subject now are we, yes I have you can post them on line now. Well?" Angelo was not giving up. Mark smiled "I like him a lot, I thought that was evident" he replied. "Does he feel the same?" Angelo said but he knew the answer to that one already. Mark clicked on his mouse "Jobs are up on line. Yeah he seems to". Angelo looked at his phone "Come on it's 5pm lets call it a day". "Thank god it's Friday tomorrow finally get the house straight" Mark said collecting his things. Ben was coming up to his qualifications and cramming in extra study work at college, the week just seemed to be plodding alone with no purpose and all he could think about was Friday and seeing Mark again. He had got part of his qualification down as a software designer and was preparing for his exam next week in software development, he kept a close eye on the job market on line but most of them seemed to be quite far away or right in the city. He knew that his classmates were also now actively looking for jobs as he had received a couple of thank you but no responses, closing his laptop he packed it away and headed home. Friday afternoon Ben arrived home early and went up to his room to finish an assignment before he was due to meet Mark. He didn't want to bore Mark about geek talk and have to do college work in front of him as he might get bored very easily and didn't want to get labelled as a nerd. Quickly he finished off the assignment and had a look round for jobs, there was one that caught his interest and it was based on the outskirts of Larchmont towards Westchester with a company he had not heard of before but it did appear to have some big companies in it's client base. They salary was pretty good and the job seemed to fit what he was looking for he did however notice that the job opening was only a week, it would be a long shot as they were asking for experience but then they all did, quickly he uploaded his c.v. and a short cover note to the website and signing off his note as 'Benjamin Midler-Warren'. One thing he hated about his name was that all through school he was nicknamed 'BMW', he laughed a little wondering if the people at the company would see it as well. Hs he was meeting Mark in an hour so stripped and showered then put on Mark's briefs and retrieved his journal from the wardrobe wearing "So Friday turned out just like any other day with college but have applied for a job close to Westchester, fingers crossed on this one as it is close to where I want to be. Josh is funny and has a great friendly attitude and is definitely coming out of his shell a lot more with us. He will be coming to the party on Saturday evening along with the rest of the gang, not sure who else will be there but Franco said he will come. To be honest he still scares me a little but I know he is okay, it is just so strange having him as a friend as he is quite a brute on the outside and not someone you want to mess with but he is a real softy underneath when you get to know him. Hopefully it is going to be a great weekend spending it with my boyfriend, it is strange writing that word down but I get a fuzzy nice feeling when I do. I never thought I would be seeing myself in this situation, my biggest concern is how I will tell my family and I need to do it sooner rather than later. I can only hope they will see past any prejudice they may have, but right now it weighs heavily on me and I need to rid myself of this one burden but figuring out how to tell them is a whole other thing. It is the one thing that really is holding me back from freedom, I love my mother so much and I don't want to break her heart but I hope she understands and accepts me as who I really am and not the pretend me that has been hidden for the last few years. I am sure she will like my boyfriend, he has the kindest soul and completely engaging. But I drone on to much about him but I have to express it somehow.". Ben suddenly looked and realised he only had 10 minutes to meet Mark, quickly he changed and grabbed his toothbrush and ran out of his bedroom and said goodbye to the family as he headed out almost running up the road, as he turned the corner he saw Mark's car pulling up. He jumped in the passenger seat almost out of breath. "You okay Ben?" Mark said as Ben sat down. Ben leaned over and kissed him "Yes, nearly late I lost track of time". Mark laughed "What was you up then to be nearly late?" his hand slipped down to Ben's crotch. Ben laughed "Not that if that is what you are thinking". Mark turned the car around and drove off "I'm so looking forward to spending the weekend with you". Ben smiled "Me to, I miss being with you". It was pitch black by the time they arrived in Larchmont having quickly caught up with their respective weeks. Ben loved the house from the outside and even more so inside as it was spacious and very modern. Most of the heavy removals was done and just boxes to unpack for the kitchen remained strewn across the lounge. Ben followed Mark in to the kitchen "I read the book you brought me, twice actually as I loved it" he said. "Good I am glad you enjoyed it, you should have brought it with you to read to me" Mark suggested. Ben smiled "I would have if I had known but it's by my bed" his voice trailed off as he suddenly froze. In his rush to leave he had placed his journal on top of the book by his bed, he felt sick as the fear coursed through his body. If his mother went in to his bedroom no doubt she would see it and wonder what it was, her uncanny inquisitive nature would propel her to open it and have a look. "Ben, Ben, what is the matter?" Mark asked putting his arm on his shoulder. Ben looked at Mark with utter fear on his face "I've been so stupid Mark". "What Ben, tell me?" Mark put his arms around him "Is it me?". Ben shook his head "I have a journal and I left it by my bed in my rush to meet you". Mark had a gut feeling what was inside "Did you write things in there about us?" he asked. Ben nodded "Quite a bit and... and a fair bit of detail. I know my mother will read it if she sees it". Mark hugged him tighter "Ben don't worry or beat yourself up about it. I'm flattered you wrote about me". Ben looked up at him "I have no idea what is going to happen if she does find it". "We will deal with it together, you and I Ben" Mark said comforting him "One thing I know is I don't want to loose you". Ben smiled "That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me" he looked Mark in the eye. Mark kissed him on the mouth "You and me Ben that's all that matters". They got busy with Mark trying to take Ben's mind off things as he helped unpack the last few boxes and decided with Mark where best to store things. With the final box unpacked and sorted it started to resemble a home that was lived in, Ben sat down on the sofa his mind wandering off thinking of the journal on his bedside table. Mark was finishing off and came wandering in to the lounge with a bottle of wine and 2 glasses. "Like a glass wine now we have finished?" he asked Ben so glanced up as he walked in. "Sorry?" Ben looked confused "Oh, yes sure, why not after all we are celebrating you moving in". Mark sat down next to him and poured him half a glass "Don't want you drunk and disorderly" he laughed. Ben smiled "I am not a virgin at drinking wine". Mark laughed and topped his glass up "Okay you can have a glass, you still a virgin at other things?". Ben sat down on the sofa and just looked at Mark "Is it obvious?" he laughed. Mark sat down next to him "Not obvious and you certainly didn't need much teaching last weekend on how to top". Ben laughed again and raised his glass to Mark, the thought of food completely forgotten about as they sat talking drinking until just after 10pm. Mark stretched and slumped back into the sofa, wine on an empty stomach had got him pretty merry and Ben faired no better in the same state, Mark stood and stumbled a little laughing as he held out his hand for Ben telling him they should get some sleep. As Ben stood he fell back down not realising how tipsy he was, Mark hauled him off the sofa and dragged him up the stairs whilst he was still giggling and protesting that he wanted more wine. Ben collapsed on the bed "I do you know, I love you, I do love you" all the time smiling trying to undress. Mark helped him get undress then collapsed besides him "Me to, love me that is" he laughed "and you". Ben threw his arms around Mark and kissed him "Make love to me and show me you do". "You want me to take you baby" Mark replied as he finished taking his clothes off. "Yes Mark" Ben replied looking seriously at him. Mark leaned over Ben and kissed him urgently holding Ben's flaying arms down above his head as he kissed him harder and erratically 'Do you want me Ben, all of me?' he asked in between kisses, Ben moaned in to Mark's mouth his legs clasped around Mark's hips wriggling his ass in heightened anticipation. Mark pushed Ben's legs over his head and dived down to his ass causing Ben to wriggle on the bed 'oh fuck, oh yes, oh, oh Mark' he didn't know what to make of the sensation as Mark ate and lubed his hole with spit, the little cries of joy and moaning echoing through the house. The noises eventually replaced by small sounds of pleasure escaping Ben's mouth. he felt Mark's tongue sucking at his balls moving slowly upwards over his cock and along his body until they came mouth to mouth again. Ben subdued by his drunken haze relished in their passionate kiss he could feel the cock rubbing against his wet hole teasing until he gasped and released a sharp agonising cry. Mark stabbed his cock in to Ben's hole in a quick jab, his body caught off guard and his instinct told him to fight against the invasion, the tears running from the corner of his eyes as he looked up at Mark but he was smiling as the pain subsided into a burning dull ache 'You sure you want me to be a part of you forever?' he said looking at Ben who nodded 'God yes' he replied followed by more sharp pain as Mark pushed his cock deeper in to Ben all the time his eyes looking deep in to Ben's. Ben thrashed his head side to side and from no where he began begging Mark to fuck him until his mouth was covered by Mark's as he kissed him with intense passion stifling his words, he only managed the occasional moan in to Mark's mouth as he felt the cock delving deeper in to his body until he held all of it in his ass. The drink masking the real pain he was feeling and unable to make sense if it was pain or just pleasure he knew and understood from them this was real sexual enjoyment, Mark raised his head and looked at Ben who smiled lovingly back at him. Mark kissed him on the neck whispering 'payback from Saturday' he chuckled just as Ben grabbed Mark around the neck and shoulders holding him as close as he physically could 'I want you Mark' he told him. Mark saw love and desire in the eyes below him through his own mildly blurred drunken view. His back arched as Mark began grinding his hips in to Ben and performing slow deep strokes accentuating each one in a show of love for him. His cries were a cross of eternal agonising pleasure the warmth in his body providing a cuddling sensation as it flowed through his veins taking the final steps with Mark. It was a surreal out of body experience probably caused much in turn by the wine and his personal desire, the kisses, the hands touching him and the feeling of the Mark's cock inside seem to be a chorus of divine angels singing harmoniously. Ben cried and moaned louder as Mark began to fuck faster he stared again deep in to Ben's eyes before he lurched forward to snog him again. He felt a weird sensation as if the cock inside him had changed, it was now harder and pulsing as Mark pushed his hips up close whilst his hands grabbed Ben's shoulders to stop him moving away. He cried out 'Oh Ben' diving his head back to kiss Ben as he began to ejaculate, he could feel the toxic seed flowing rapidly up through his cock as it began to pulse and pump the payload in to Ben's virgin body. Ben's arms gripped hard around Mark's shoulder his back arched higher feeling Mark's hips slamming up hard against his ass, the cock pulsing against his anal wall as he felt the spasms and contractions as Mark jettisoned his poisoned load deep in to Ben's virgin ass. Ben moaned and wriggled underneath Mark as his cock began coating his stomach with his own seed. Ben closed his eyes and held on to Mark as the orgasm seemed to go on with no sign of abating, in reality neither of them wanted it to end until Mark collapsed on top of Ben kissing him spent and exhausted. They did not speak as they laid in each others arms, hot and sweaty covered in Ben's cum but happy to be with each other. The room had finally stopped spinning and Ben could feel Mark's hot breath against his neck, the hypnotic feeling of warm air flowing around his neck soon had Ben's eyes closing as he fell asleep, Mark slowly extracted his cock and fell asleep partly laying on top of Ben. Ben shifted in bed and woke from the pain in his head, quickly he sat up and rushed to the bathroom making it in time to stick his head over the toilet vomiting bile, doing so his ass muscle spasmed forcing a painful cry as he felt a burning pain. Mark turned over in bed wondering what the sound was a realised Ben was in the bathroom, he rushed out of bed rubbing his head from the wine hangover entering the bathroom. Ben eventually stopped retching and sat down on the floor leaning his head again the coolness of the tiles on the wall for comfort, his eyes caught the pale cream drops on the floor. "You okay Ben?" he asked sitting down besides him. "I think so, I feel bad" Ben nestled his head against Mark's chest. Mark stroked his head "To much wine last night and no food" and got some tissue to clean the mess on the floor. Ben watched "What is it?". "We need to get you to the clinic get some prep before it's to late" he said heading out to get his phone. Ben looked at him as he came back in the bathroom "I begged you to fuck me didn't I?". Mark nodded "I'm sorry it was careless of me to do that but I was so desperate to finally have you". "Does the pain stop?" Ben asked him as Mark was seeking the clinic's number. "What?" Mark looked up "Oh, yes it will go, so it really was the first time you ever got fucked then?". Ben nodded "Yeah, and I am happy it was with you, sit down by me" he said tapping the floor. Mark sat and put his arm around him "I'm so so sorry Ben, I can't think straight to find the number". Ben ran his hand down Mark's chest "Why are you sorry?". "I fucked you without a condom" Mark said finding the number. Ben grabbed the phone "Oh" he said and smiled up at Mark "is that why you are so worried?". Mark looked at him "Ben you must realise what this means" he looked anxious again. "You have to marry me now?" Ben chuckled. Mark lifted Ben's chin "Slow down cowboy and yes that hopefully is on the cards. But I put you at risk". Ben looked in to Mark's eyes "So it wasn't how I thought it would happen, but I don't regret it". Mark put his phone down "Are you sure Ben, after all it may well lead to a life of taking treatment?". "Yes" Ben said stroking Mark's chest. Mark smiled "I thought it would be a few months before you asked me again to gift you". Ben sat up "Just do it carefully next time until I am use to it". Mark laughed and Ben kissed but Mark pushed him away "Yuck sick taste, go wash your mouth out". "Sorry" he said standing up "Can we go back to bed" he asked cleaning his teeth. Mark leaned his head back "Of course, it's what I like most being in bed with you". Ben smiled at Mark with toothpaste dribbling down his chin, Mark laughed and stood up slapping him on ass waiting for him to finish before going back to bed and sleeping for a couple of more hours. He definitely felt a lot better waking up just after 9am with the now familiar feeling of Mark's cock resting against his hole and his arms wrapped around his body spooning together. There was no doubt at all in Ben's mind that he had fallen for Mark and craved for the time when they were in bed together, their bodies just seemed matched to perfection as they laid there and indeed he could lay there all day. He felt Mark kissing his neck his hand went to Mark's squeezing it hard. "Morning again". Ben said pushing his ass back feeling the morning wood nearly prising his hole open. Mark murmured "Morning sexy, feeling better?". "Yes, ouch, still hurts down there" Ben whispered kissing Mark's hand. Mark giggled "I loved fucking you last night you were so full of yourself until I got you good". Ben turned over to face him "I remember you holding my arms down and looking at me" he replied smiling. Mark cuddled Ben closer "Yeah your mine" he said kissing him. Ben laughed "Happy to be yours" he replied with his arms caressing Mark's body. They laid there for a few more minutes as Mark gently stroked Ben's back, there was nothing he didn't like about Ben and already he felt so close and secure with him. They spent the rest of the day getting ready for the house warming party and were all set with just an hour to spare. Mark went up stairs to shower, Ben wandered up and heard the water running, he stripped off and walked up behind Mark in the shower, he jumped and turned around 'This is a nice surprise' Mark said leaning forward to kiss Ben who was running his hands down Marks body, slowly his kisses moved to the neck and chest going lower and lower. Mark put his hand against the wall of the shower as he felt the warmth of Ben's tongue caressing his cock as it grew in anticipation. The lips running across his cock head sent tingles up his spine, his hand as if by auto pilot grabbed hold of Ben's head and pushed him further on his cock. Ben began making stifled moans with a mouth full of cock began sucking and teasing Mark's now fully erect cock. His own desire for Ben pent up through the day released quickly, moaning he grabbed Ben's head with both hands holding him steady and deep on his cock. Ben continued to suck and swallow and could have stayed there pleasuring his lover for ages. Mark leaned back against the wall letting the water flow over his head and cascading down his body over Ben, his eyes closed a big smile on his face whilst Ben continued sucking on his erection. Suddenly aware of time getting away he pulled Ben up to his feet and kissed him deeply 'Naughty boy, get showered'. Ben smiled and soaped his and Mark's bodies as he continued kissing him. Mark was still getting dressed when they hear Angelo calling from downstairs, Ben who was dressed and ready went downstairs and found Angelo, Ethan and Franco coming through the back door, Angelo smiled and gave Ben a big hug. "Where is he?" Angelo said letting Ben go. "Still drying off we lost track of time" Ben replied without thinking about what he said. Ethan slapped Ben's ass "You dirty little fuckers, what were you up to?" he smiled at Ben. Ben blushed "Oh, fuck it, we took a shower together and I pleasured him". Ethan was taken back "Blimey Ben, did you swallow?". "Ethan" Angelo called him out "Don't be so nosey" he said. "Well?" Franco interjected "did you or not?". Ben moved close to Franco being brave "Wanna taste and see for yourself?" he moved in as if he was going to kiss him. Franco grabbed hold of Ben and spun him around and held him tightly "You wish Benny boy" he laughed. Mark came down stairs hair still wet "Mark help me" Ben cried out holding his arms up to Mark. "Silly boy, never mess with the Camacho family" Mark said sauntering off to the kitchen. Franco finally let go of Ben and the guys got ready for the party. Not long after 4pm Josh, Adam and Tony arrived along with some of Mark's family including his mother and father. Introductions were done all around with Ben introduced as a friend who went to college with Ethan, Adam, Franco and Josh. Mark and Ben went through to the kitchen to pour some wine for the guests. "Your ma and pa seem really nice, do they know about this side of you?" Ben stood next to Mark. Mark smiled glancing at him "Yes I don't keep anything from them, my father is European and very open minded". Ben turned and leaned back against the counter "That must be nice to have". Mark kissed Ben "Glasses bitch now" he said then kissed him again "Please". "I don't think I will be having any tonight" Ben said putting the glasses down next to Mark. Mark laughed "Yes best not to I don't want to end up with a drunk boyfriend on my hands". "HaHa" Ben said sarcastically "So do they know about us?". Mark shook his head "No, but I will give them half an hour or less to work it out". "What do you mean?" Ben's replied as his curiosity piqued. Mark laughed "My parents can read me like a book Ben" they stood in silence as Mark poured the wine. "Are you doing all white or red as well?" Ben asked picking up the red wine. "Red for me Ben please" Ben turned to see Mark's mother walking in to the kitchen. "Mother only drinks red Ben" Mark said giving his mother a kiss on the cheek "Happy you both made it". "Well it was touch and go but our travel plans changed last minute" Maddy said taking the glass from Ben. "Are you heading off somewhere nice?" Ben asked out of interest. Maddy sized him up a second "Yes, we go Spain every year, Mark's father has family there". "Really, wow that sounds great, I would love to see Europe and heard so much about Spain and England" Ben sighed. Mark smiled "Yeah nice trip to Spain and England" he stopped mid sentence and looked up and Ben. "So darling no train wrecks this evening?" Maddy said quickly glancing at Ben then back to Mark. Mark looked at Ben's weird face he was pulling "No mother but I've actually met someone". Maddy noticed the glance at Ben he did before answering "I thought as much you are quite different this evening". Mark looked at his mother "Love at first sight" he said watching his mother nodding and seeing a smile on Ben's face. "About time" she said then looking at Ben "You must both come to dinner and you can tell us about it" and walked out. Mark looked at Ben's expression of being gobsmacked "So that was 10 minutes" he said laughing. Ben look at him "Is she okay about it?" he asked. Mark laughed "Yes, she always said I would be better off with a man and she has invited you to dinner". "And did you mean what you said to her?" Ben asked walking over to Mark. Mark just looked him in the eye nodding, Ben threw his arms around him and kissed him so passionately they lost their balance and fell to the floor unable to let go of each other. Something just clicked with Ben and Mark and instantly they both knew their love for each other was far beyond words. It took for Angelo and Mark's father David to come in to the kitchen to find out where the drinks had got to before they stopped kissing. "Mark you was not brought up like that" David said laughing with Angelo. Mark stood up and left Ben on the floor "Sorry dad, he just does that to me" he held out his hand to Ben helping him up. "Looks very serious whatever you two have going on" David stood smiling his arm around Angelo's shoulder. Ben stood up looking at Angelo's smirk "So what is the story here then?" Angelo said looking at both of them. Mark put his arm around Ben "Okay might as well make it official, we are seeing each other". David nodded and looked at Ben's embarrassed face "Good finally someone made sense of you". Angelo gave Ben a hug "Thank you, you have no idea what this means" he whispered to him. Ben also got a hug from Mark's father something he hadn't ever expected to have been so warmly received by Mark's parents. David and Angelo picked up several glass and walked back in to the lounge. Ben was still a bit dazed but something was bothering him that he had to know "How close is you family to Angelo?". Mark stopped pouring wine "Hmm, so tell me why you are asking that?" he replied. "Don't know something about the way your father had his arm around Angelo" Ben said then he looked at him. Mark shook his head smiling "You will need to keep up when I tell you this as it sort of gets complicated". Ben had a worried looked on his face "Oh I see". Mark smiled "My uncles wife's sister is married to Angelo's uncle, Franco's father". Ben stood confused but it was gradually sinking in "So is that how you are so close with Angelo?". "No, I knew Angelo well before we found that out" Mark said handing glasses of wine to Ben. They returned to the lounge joining the rest of the party where Ben was immediately swept away by Ethan to join the college group. Franco was talking with Adam and Josh all of whom had wine, Ben and Ethan were the only ones not drinking out of their own choice. Ben kept glancing over his shoulder to look at Mark. "You have got it badly haven't you?" Ethan said nudging Ben. "Got what?" Ben said not listening to Ethan until he nodded towards Mark "Oh, yeah, very badly" he voice trailing off. Ethan looked at him "And?" he asked as the others sat and waited. Ben looked at all their face looking at him "Yeah we are dating officially, well he did take my virginity last night". Ethan smiled "Hurts doesn't it the first time" he remembered fondly. Ben nodded "Yeah, we did it bareback as well" he told him in a quiet voice not to be overheard. Ethan looked him in the eye "You got gifted last night?". "Yeah, well sort of, we were both a little drunk. But I am okay with it" Ben said before Ethan could open his mouth. Ethan gave him a hug and they both circulated around the party, as the evening wore on people were heading off until only the Larchmont residents remained. Josh was slightly drunk as Franco had been plying him with wine and they were slumped on the sofa laughing together. Angelo came over and shook his head telling Franco he would have to stay at his otherwise his mother would kill him for letting him drink. Franco waved his cousin off laughing and Josh telling him he had to get moving but on the other hand he was having so much fun with Franco. Josh stood up 'Come on you Angelo is waiting' he held his hand out to help Franco up. It happened very quickly that only Mark saw what happened as he watched Josh struggling to pull Franco up to his feet, Franco grabbed Josh by his other hand and pulled him back down where he fell on top of Franco. Josh panicked slightly but Franco grabbed Josh around the neck with his arm pulling Josh's head forward, he had no time to react as he felt Franco's tongue pushing in to his mouth kissing him. There was no doubt that Franco was strong and he kept hold of Josh giving him a deep kiss, Josh managed to pull free of him climbing to his feet he ran out of the house quick as a flash and sat on the front doorstep tears rolling down his face. Mark put his hand up to the others to stay put whilst he went outside and sat next to Josh. "Josh what happened?" Mark said putting his arm around him. Josh sniffed "Sorry I am being dramatic and he is drunk". Mark nodded "I shouldn't worry about it Josh, sometimes people do crazy things when they drink". Josh put his head down "Yeah but they fuck with your head when they do". "Josh don't waste your time thinking about something that won't happen" Mark said. Josh nodded "We were having such a great night as friends then he did that to me". They could hear raised voices coming from the house and Mark detected Angelo tearing at his cousin in a big way. Franco came storming out of the house stumbling as he did so followed by Angelo who apologised to Mark and Josh and carried on after Franco. Ethan came out shortly after carrying Angelo's coat. "Sorry Josh, Angelo is mad as hell with Franco and taking him home" he said looking at Mark and Josh. Josh looked up "It's okay Ethan, really it is". "Well see you tomorrow for lunch" Ethan said as he rushed down the driveway to catch them up. Mark patted Josh on the shoulder "Want to go inside, stay here tonight Josh". Josh hugged Mark "Thank you". Adam and Tony left leaving just the three of them in the house as they cleaned up. Ben chatted away to Josh as they put the glasses away, he still didn't fully know what had happened and sensed that Josh wasn't up to talking about it. Mark came back in to the kitchen and called time on the clean up operation and showed Josh up to the bedroom. Ben showered and came out seeing Mark sitting on the bed obviously thinking about something. "Josh on your mind?" Ben said drying himself off. Mark nodded "Franco forced himself on Josh, I know he was drunk but still family don't act like that". "Crap yeah, I keep forgetting that your all related" Ben looked mildly amused. Mark looked at him "You think it's funny do you?" reaching out and pulling Ben on the bed laughing. Ben looked in to Mark's eyes "Fuck I love you so much". Mark pinned Ben on the bed and licked Ben's lips 'Show me how much' he whispered as they kissed slowly, Ben pushed Mark on to his back and began kissing down along his body, his tongue licked along the shaft of Mark's cock up to the tip and letting his lips take over surrounding it from all sides slowly and seductively working their magic.

"Now, tell me who you are and why you're here." Ed was the kind of man that made you glad you liked men. He stood 6'3", was in his 60's, broad shoulders, golden tan, and he had strong, callused hands. Ed worked on the rail road in Lincoln, NE. and it showed. He dressed in what I call 'cowboy at church' style. Brand new jeans, button up dress shirt, wide cowboy hat and properly trimmed mustache. Cowboys boots His voice was deep but soft. The kind of man you can get lost in. Being the dominant, on our first date he took me out to eat and treated me like a lady - definitely a plus!. He opened the car door for me, held my chair for me, ordered food for me. He was unashamed that we were a male couple, and so was I. People stared at us, but it was like his aura protected us. We were so into each other that I could hide in his masculinity. Unlike most men I date, he didn't pressure me for sex, he wanted to draw that out. Like I said, the kind of man you can loose yourself in. For our 5th date he *made* dinner at his place - chicken Alfredo to be exact. He pour two glasses of wine and we talked about he and I as a couple and what a future might hold. I was quickly falling in love with Ed, and I think he was taking a shine to me as well. He took my hand in his and said, "I'm HIV positive." I sat stunned for a moment while I absorbed his words. Unsure of what else to do, I sipped my wine while he explained that was the reason he hadn't fucked me yet, that he did want a future with me but I had a right to know. Part of me wanted to run - and I'm sure he gets that a lot. The other part of me was getting hard under the dinner table, my cock throbbing like it never had in my life. I did what neither of us expected me to do. I slide under the table and slid his cock into my mouth. Later, as we lay next to his fireplace, my head on his chest and him running his fingers through my hair, he told me what it was like to be HIV positive. A few weeks later I was in his living room, confessing that I wanted to become HIV positive as well. That's when he broke out the camera and put it on the mantle. I told the recording device my name. "Now tell me why you're here, my pet." He said knowing what I'd say. "I'm here to get pozzed." I said flatly. "And what does that mean?" He asked because he wanted to make me explain it. "It means that as of right now, I'm HIV negative. You're HIV positive. I want you to make me HIV positive. " I said with a smile on my face starting to grow much like the cock in my pants. "And why is that? Do you know what you're getting into here, honey?" He asked concerned. I nodded a single time. "Yes, I do my homework. I know what lays ahead." "And how do you plan to get pozzed, my pet?" He asked smiling. "Being ex-military, I'm going with a two pronged approach. First I brought along a syringe. I'm going to draw some blood from you and inject it into me - if done right, it will give me the virus 90% of the time. My second is that you're going to fuck me raw the rest of the night - right here in front of your camera. There is ZERO chance of me being negative by morning." Everything we did, we recorded it. Never before had I done anal and let me tell you, Ed's dick felt a lot lot larger in my ass than my mouth! I love it, the pain was exquisite, but it hurt like hell. Still, I'd never before reached that level of pleasure. He was controlling but gentle. We both knew it by the time the sun had risen - I was positive. I left his place that next morning with cum dripping out of my ass and a smile on my face that the rest of the world would never understand. About a week later Ed and I were on his couch watching TV when I started having flu symptoms. It hit me like a brick wall. We looked at each other and smiled, knowing it was the fuck flu. A trip to the doctor a few days later confirmed it. About a week later, I was moving in to become his 'wife'. Like I said, he was the kind of man you can get lost in.

Sorry about the delay, been too busy and a bit sick. Here's the next part: I'm shocked at Bobby’s appearance in the light of the booth. In the darkroom it's easy to fuck with guys who you wouldn't look twice at in daylight. I recall that I had recoiled when I'd first felt his wasted, bony body, but his cock, probably sustained by Viagra, had been the attraction in there. But now I can see the man. I see how severely wasted he is, the skin is sagging from his arms, the muscle loss from his legs is plain to see, and his torso is just ribs with a loose covering of flesh. There are lesions, too many to count, and they are spread across his body. And then there are patches of rash, around his groin, on his legs, up his stomach. But his cock is hard, engorged with his infected blood, almost as if the virus that has ravaged his body is supporting the means by which it can spread! His bulging cock head and veined shaft glistens with precum, AIDS infected precum that is running from the slit in his glans as I watch. He smiles at me. ‘I've got another load here for you if you want it' he tells me as he slowly wanks his cock. I'm actually repulsed by his sight, but also fascinated by this man. My arse is sore, aching from the treatment that it has received tonight. I feel that I should go to get showered, make my way to A&E to request a course of PEP. It may be futile but I could tell myself I did all I could. Devon’s warm body comes up being me, his arms wrap around me. He holds me with one arm and puts the brown bottle into my hand. I feel myself open the bottle, a little hiss and the scent of the Amyl. I lift the bottle to my nose, close one nostril and take a deep snort through the other. I hold it in, then breathe out. Then another breath in from the bottle. I repeat this, each long slow breath inhaling more of the chemical. I relax into Devon's arms, all thoughts of leaving are forgotten. Once again the poppers course through my head. I put the lid back on the bottle and let Devon guide me to the bench. Without hesitation I lean over and take Bobby’s cock into my mouth. His precum is sweet but bitter, I squeeze up the thick tube beneath his cock and am rewarded with a mouthful of the toxic nectar. His taste spreads through my mouth as the fluid covers my tongue. I continue to suck him, more precum enters my mouth, different flavours as it rubs into my throat, around my gums, beneath my tongue. I feel Devon’s fingers spreading lube between my arse cheeks and into my stretched hole. The cool lube is soothing. ‘Get up and sit on Bobby's cock mate’ he whispers into my ear. I climb onto the bench, lift my leg to sit astride Bobby's stomach. His skin is like paper, his body so much cooler than Devon's. I reach behind me and lift Bobby's heavy cock up. Devon takes hold of it for me and I feel him press it to my opening. All I need to do is press back and he will be inside my body again. I hesitate, should I put a stop to this? I know the answer is yes but I open the bottle again. More poppers relax the butterflies in my stomach and I lean back, I feel his cock head breach my sphincter. I sit back and relish the feeling of this poison rod sliding into my sore arse. Bobby smiles up at me, he pulls me to him and we kiss, tongues dueling, he probably tastes his precum in my mouth. His arms feel fragile as they hold my torso to his. His saliva is yet another of his bodily fluids that I'm absorbing. He starts sliding his cock in and out of my hole, his breathing ragged with the effort. I sit up and match his movements, allowing his cock to slide it's full length in and out. I feel Devon climb onto the bench, he is kneeling behind me. He pushes me down and Bobby wraps his wasted arms around me, his bony fingers grab my arse cheeks and pulls them apart to give Devon the fullest access. Then I feel it, Devon holding his cock head to my arse hole. He lifts my hips and I feel Bobby's cock leave my hole, then lowering me back down and I feel Devon's bulbous cock head press into my hole. Despite the stretching that I've already received his cock still doesn't make the initial entry easily and my hole protests at the further intrusion. But then it's through, the rim behind his glans is inside my muscles. Then Bobby is holding his cock head tightly to the underside of Devon's cock. As Devon pulls outward I feel my ring being stretched open, it's as if they have planned as they both push hard into my tortured hole. I gasp at the pain of the two cocks stretching my anal muscles open. Surely I can't stretch that far? I need to stop this, these are two of the biggest cocks that I've ever encountered and I realise that together they are going to tear my hole open. I cry out as the pain reaches another level. I tell them to stop but Devon's arms, strong, muscular, hold me in place. I know I'm trapped. 'Your'e going nowhere’ he growls into my ear, ‘sniff your poppers if you need, but you're getting us both in your arse whatever happens’. Is this rape, I wonder, but know I put myself into this position. Somehow I manage to get the poppers bottle under my nose, I inhale, my head spins but still pain radiates from my hole. I feel a slight relief, think it's the effect of the poppers but then realise they have both eased off, have they realised they are too big? But no, the relief is short lived as they both ram their cocks back into my arse. I feel something give way and the pain is intense. They stop, each cock now through my hole. I worry that something is torn. ‘I knew you could do it’ Devon whispers, 'just relax and you'll love it.’ The pain eases off, or maybe my arse is numbing. The open poppers bottle is still under my nose and I'm inhaling the vapours with every breath. I nod, tell them it's feeling better. Devon pulls out a little, leaving Bobby's cock inside me, then he drives deeper in again. Bobby does the same, gasping for breath. The feeling is painful but the intensity is awesome, my prostate is being crushed and my colon is being filled to capacity by these men. They start fucking me, sometimes driving in together, sometimes one pulls out as the other drives in. I find that I'm loving the sensations of pleasure and pain, and I start moving my arse to try to match their movements. I start to feel them both hitting the back of my colon, I know I've got them both fully embedded inside me, the thickest parts of their cocks opening my sphincter wider than ever. The sensations of these two cocks takes me to the point of orgasm, but it's so different to the usual cum. My arse cannot squeeze shut and I feel a continuous pleasure and realise that my muscles are trying to ejaculate but nothing is coming out, a continuous orgasm that just adds to the pleasure pain cycle. Bobby's breathing is more laboured, I feel his finger nails biting, scratching my arse cheeks as he drives into me. Devon is holding my hair, his other hand over my face, his thumb pressing into my mouth. I'm being used like a rag doll by these guys. 'Take it, you whore,’ cries Bobby, 'take my AIDs, I'm cumming in your dirty hole.’ I don't feel the semen but I feel his cock throb in my ring as he fired jet after jet of infected cum into my torn and scratched rectum. He falls back sated, but there's no relief as his Viagra erection remains stiff within my arse. My hole feels wet and I know that Bobby's semen is coating the inside of my arse, his virus fighting it's way into my blood stream., Devon is still pounding and pulls my body back against his. His savage thrusts suddenly find the entrance to my inner bowels again through my already tortured second sphincter. Each thrust penetrates my core as he drags my head back to his, his cock dragging against Bobby's, as it drives through my arse. Someone grabs my exposed cock, I hadn't realised I was still hard, I hadn't realised how many guys were watching us. They roughl yank my foreskin up and down, too hard, too painful, but it has the effect of bringing me to another painful orgasm, my muscles trying to contract against the two cocks still inside me. As I cum Devon bellows, driving into me, delivering his poz semen deep into my intestines, five, six, more thrusts, I think his cum must be reaching my stomach. Devon falls forward onto me, I'm crushed between him and Bobby. I have to roll to one side to be able to breathe, both cocks are dragged from my hole followed by a torrent of fluid. I reach to my still open hole to gather some of the liquid, it's mostly white but tinged with red, at least I'm not bleeding too badly I realise. The little booth is full of men, maybe 8 or 9. A cock is pushed at my face, uncut and smelly, but I open my mouth to suck it. It tastes of piss but also arse, I wonder where it's been but dutifully clean it, swallowing the foul mess from under the foreskin. My body is dragged around to the edge of the bench. A cock enters my arse, I hardly feel it I'm so stretched, but I feel the legs against mine, pubic hair sctraching my arse cheeks. I want to complain, to say no, but the fat guy with his cock in my mouth is holding my head as he fucks deep into my throat. Devon is there at my ear again. 'You've turned them on mate, you better let them use you. It's the busy time now, they are queueing out there, it's a bit of a frenzy.’ Do I try to stop it or go with the flow? At least I still have my poppers...

Chapter IV. Tom, Ray, and Will had split up to tell everyone there that some new guys were here taking loads. Tom led us to a florescent-lit garage with two benches in the middle of the room. There were maybe six guys there, mostly naked and mostly hard. Tom led us to the benches and positioned me and my boy facing each other on our bellies, with our asses up and ready for the men's use. He tossed us both a bottle of poppers and we took a few deep hits. Tom led a stranger up to my boy's ass and the guy slipped right in. I watched my boy seethe with lust. Someone came up to me from behind and entered me. I somehow resisted the urge to see what he looked like. He fucked me for a few minutes and came in me. The guy fucking my boy finished too. One after another, every person in the room fucked one or both of us. We were both out of breath and dripping with sweat and seed. Tom scooped up my boy and Will and Ray helped me to a steam room. There were a few guys playing in the steam, but it was too thick to see the action. The sound of fucking reverberated off of the walls. The fat old man from the locker room was there and he pulled me to him. He placed me on his lap but I was too worn out to ride him. I slumped over his fat chest and held on while he pumped me. Tom got my boy to his knees and worked his fingers into his ass. I watched as the old man pumped at my ass as Tom got four fingers and his thumb in my boy's ruined cunt. My boy moaned as he went farther. I watched him take Tom's whole hand to the wrist. His eyes were glazed over and he moaned as he was fisted for the first time. The fat man under me jiggled his hips signaling that he was cumming in me. I thanked him for his load and eased off of him. Tom took my hand and pulled his fist out of my boy. He smeared the cum and ass juice all over mine and formed my fingers into the right shape. I was shocked at how easily my whole hand slipped inside my boy's cummy hole. It felt so silky and so hot. Tom got behind me and stood me, leaning back into his sexy furry chest. He eased my hand in and out of my boy who laid there nearly passed out. Tom told me to grab my cock. I did and he shook his head saying, 'No with your other hand…' I pulled my hand out of my boy's slackened hole and grabbed my dick. 'Fuck him…' I didn't so much as slide into my boy's ass as I scooped it in. There was no friction. 'No. Fuck him with your hand on your dick.' I pulled out and grasped my cock and inserted my whole hand and my cock into him. My boy groaned into the tile bench. I would never have though my boy's hole could be so open. Tom slid into my own loose hole and pounded my body into my boy. He was fucking both of us. Will and Ray appeared out of the mist and jerked each other off watching the three of us rutting. Tom told me he was going to cum in me, and I begged him to fill me up with his POZ seed. When he started firing inside me, I could only feel wetness sloshing around. That filthy sensation made me cum, I jerked myself off with my hand and dick planted inside my boy. Tom backed out of me and I backed out of my boy. It felt like his ass was turning inside out as I withdrew. Ray and Will approached his gaping rosebud and shot their loads into my boy. We went to a heated pool area and I saw a creamy puddle rise to the top of the water oozing out of our asses. My boy and I were so exhausted. The guys helped us pull ourselves together and poured us into the car. We both fell asleep as Tom drove us home. The guys got us tucked into bed and cleaned up the living room. The next morning, my boy and I took turns fucking each other before we got out of bed. On the coffee table in the living room was a note from Tom: Hey guys. Welcome to the brotherhood. Between the two of you, you took over twenty loads last night. Take some time to process the world you've joined. Take care of each other. See you again soon. -Tom Clipped to the note were two annual membership cards to the fuck club. We knew we'd be back soon.

Happened to me this weekend. Had a great Arab guy hit me up on Scruff. He was visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras and I live right next to a few hotels so I often get lucky. He was a straight man. Hairy beast in his mid forties, huge 8” dick, 6’4” and 300lbs, built like a beast. My perfect type. Invited me over to his room. I go in and he opens the door buck naked in a pair of black socks. He is hotter than his pics. I go in and he locks the door behind me. Inside I see two other Arab men similar age, one of them a thinner leaner guy about 6’1” and another more chubby guy about 5’11”. They’re both sitting there on the couch in their smelly socks and stroking their cocks. The chubby guy with a nice curved 7” cock and the thinner guy has the thickest beer can thick 9” cock. I turn around and look at the top I was talking to. He smiles and shrugs, “Three men is better than one, no?” I had no idea what do do. I quickly just got down on my knees and started to gulp down on the skinny guy’s cock while playing with the chubby guy. Spent the next half hour deep throating them and choking on their cocks before they took turns plowing my hole. Tall top went first and pushed in without using any lube except my spit. All the while I had the other two’s cocks interchangably in my mouth. He went on for about a good fifteen minutes before he loudly started to grunt and inseminated me. The chubby guy went next. His curve definitely rearranged my internal organs. He was faster and came in less than five minutes. The thin man went last, and even though I had just been fucked by two guys, it really hurt bad and I screamed. I tried to push him out but the other two held me down. He kept forcing his donkey dick in me. And went on for what seemed like forever but was probably about twenty minutes while his friends laughed and made fun of me calling me a dirty slut and whore. And just before he came he looked straight into my eyes and said, “iinaa amtalakak” (I own you!). And spit in my mouth and then groaned loudly as he spasmed inside me. Once he was done he slapped my face and the other two let go of me. From that point on, they literally just ignored me and pretended I didn’t exist. I quickly grabbed my clothes and thanked them. They still refused to acknowledge me and continued to laugh and joke in Arabic. They didn’t know I understood Arabic in bits. I gathered they were talking about how my “pussy” was tighter than their wives but that it no longer was gonna be tight anymore. I smiled. Then quietly left with three loads and a fucking hot memory for life....

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

My eyes had now become more accustomed to the darkness in the room but I still could really only just make out shapes. I could tell that the guy now standing by the fuck bench was much darker skinned than Bobby, the AIDS ridden man who had just filled my arse with his toxic load. But it wasn’t until this new guy leant forward to speak to me that I realised he was West Indian. ‘Hey, I’m Devon’ he told me, ‘You liked Bobby’s cock then?’ he asked as his fingers entered my hole. ‘His cum feels hot in your arse, ready for another load?’ Sitting up I reached out to this big black guy, I found that he was much less skinny than Bobby. He had a mat of short curly hair on his chest and his arms were strong and muscled. But it was when I reached his cock that I found his greatest attribute. I gasped and he chuckled. ‘Think you can handle it?’ he asked. ‘How big is it?’ I asked, astonished by how thick and long it was. It seemed to pulse in my hand and I found that my fingers didn’t reach around the shaft which started thick but widened even more at the centre before tapering off toward his balls. But it was the head on it that was so amazing, it felt like an apple under a thick foreskin, it must have been twice as wide as his shaft. ’Near 11 inches’ he drawled, ‘and not many guys manage to get the head through their ring first time, well not easily’ he laughed. I had to taste him, I leant forward and tried to take that enormous knob into my mouth. I slid his foreskin back and nursed on his glans, he tasted strong, manly, his pre-cum was metallic as it coated my tongue. It felt enormous in my mouth, I wondered if it really was too big for my arse. He pushed me away. ‘I’ll stretch your throat open later if you think you can take it, but it’s your arse I want first. I want to sink my cock into Bobby’s cum and make sure it’s massaged nice and deep inside you.’ He knelt down, lifting my legs so that he could rim my hole, cleaning away Bobby’s cum that had leaked from me. Then he stood and we kissed, him sharing the cum and arse juices that he had just collected. I could taste my arse, Bobby’s cum, Devon’s mouth, our tongues duelling as we devour each other. ‘I love Bobby’s aids cum’ he tells me, as he collects more on his fingers and feeds it to me. ‘I’m high VL too, not been on meds for months, but not nearly as high as Bobby is.’ My stomach tightens again, what the fuck am I doing here? Should I get out now? But my cock was as hard as I have ever felt, the eroticism of the scene, my arse still tingling from being comprehensively bugged just a few minutes before and the anticipation of trying to take this monster inside me. Once more the brown bottle comes out, I take a couple of draws on the bottle before offering it to Devon, thoughts of making my escape gone. ‘I want to fuck you without for now’ he tells me, ‘the poppers will make me cum too quickly. But you keep them to hand, you’re gonna need them mate.’ He roughly lifts my legs back up, making me fall back on the bed. I manage to open my lube bottle and slather some onto his cock, but then he’s over me. I feel his bulbous cock head against my ring, starting to stretch me open. He presses harder, I feel my hole stretching to the maximum, but I’m not open enough to let him in yet. It starts to hurt like fuck, it feels like my ring will tear apart if he goes any deeper. ‘Take some deep breaths of your poppers mate’ he tells me, ‘then let me know when you are ready for me to try again.’ I take deep breaths from the poppers bottle, feeling the chemicals course through my lungs into my blood stream, reaching my brain, I try to will my arse to relax. ‘I’m about ready…..’ I start, but am stopped as Devon pulls back before viciously ramming forward. It feels like a cricket ball is rammed through my muscle, I actually scream with the pain, I wonder if he’s torn me. My ring clamps back behind his cock head, I feel my arse muscles twitching around the shaft itself, that alone being bigger than any I’ve ever received before. He pauses with his massive cock head just inside me. ‘Fuck, you bastard’ I cry through my tears, ‘I wasn’t fucking ready!’ He laughs. A deep sinister sound. ‘You’d never have taken it if I’d not made you, mate, and remember, it’s gonna hurt just as much when I pull it out!’ My head spins with the sensations, I start to wish I’d not come here tonight. But I realise that this is what I really do need, what I’m meant to do. I’ve always known I will get knocked up sometime, I’ve barebacked for years, so what better way than this? And I can always go to hospital in the morning to get PEP if I want, but I know already that I’m lying to myself. Devon presses forward and drives more of his shaft through my obscenely stretched arse. I think that no cock will feel the same after this. It feels like a mini fist is travelling through my rectum, that enormous cock head pushing past the fragile tissue of my arse, forcing a path to open up around it. I’ve never felt anything like this before, I’ve never been fisted and never done it to anyone else, afraid of the damage that it seems to do the guys who do. After this I reckon I could take a fist if the hand was small enough Devon starts working my hole with his awesome cock, he would push a couple of inches in, then draw back out. Then harder in again, then out until his cock head was pulling my sphincter out. Then that ride back through me, pushing even deeper into my guts. He reaches a stop. I feel him press against the rear of my rectum causing a dull pain, surely he can’t try to get more in? He pulls out, then aims his cock to one side, pressing hard against the wall again. And again he drives and again it stops, he tries again, battering, bruising, it fucking hurts. ‘Woah, no more’ I tell him, ‘that’s as far in as I can take.’ I push against his chest, try to stop him pounding my guts. I realise now that he’s stronger than I thought, so much stronger than I am. I’m truly at his mercy, I have no way to stop this big guy raping my hole. I hear him chuckle again, coldly, determined. No words, he just continues to pound the wall of my intestines, I worry he’s going to rupture something inside me. His strong arms are holding my legs against his chest as he rams again. And again. Trying different angles. I consider shouting out, shouting rape, would anyone stop his brutal assault? Suddenly his cock finds an opening, I feel a deep, different ache as his cock head forces through a restriction inside me, I know he has passed my second opening. I’d heard of guys doing this but hardly even believed it was possible. But I know for sure that this is what is happening, that his cock head is forcing its way into my intestines, stretching me internally. It still hurts but it’s different, a stretching sensation that I’ve never felt before, more like it’s something that shouldn’t happen, but not really painful. His cock head is managing to straighten my intestines, allowing him to slide in deeper. Then I feel it, his scratchy pubes pressing against my tender arse ring, I know I’ve taken him all. He rests a moment, his cock cooking inside my hot bowels. I realise that there are shadows all around us, there must be eight or ten guys watching. I reach out, feel a leg, a cock is put in my hand. I draw it to my mouth and suck it, it tastes of arse, of lube, I know I’m sucking a cock that has not long been inside another guys hole, its uncut and I lick under the foreskin, cleaning fuck knows what from around this anonymous guys cock head, his balls smell of fucking and sweat and cum, this is the sleaze that I love about this place. Other hands are massaging my nipples, I feel a hand trying to reach under Devon to feel my stretched hole, squeezing his balls. Someone is trying to suck my cock. Devon pulls his cock head out of my deepest ring, I feel a short relief but immediately he pushes back in. He repeats this, the sensation making me buck against him, relief and then pain, again and again, I know he is stretching me open, I feel him loosening me up. Then he starts to fuck me. His strokes get longer and longer, each time he bottoms out inside me, soon he is pulling all 11 inches out to the maximum, then making long slow strokes back into my intestines, undoubtedly driving Bobby’s toxic seed deeper and deeper into my body. His cock head repeatedly drives past my prostate, then back into me, then out to my arse ring to stretch the muscle outward. He is driving me to distraction with the mixture of pleasure and pain, the overriding sensation is pain, it hurts but I fucking love the hurt, my bowels being churned, tissues being bruised, muscles forced to open against the natural control of my body. The hands continue to caress my body, my nipples are twisted and squeezed, another cock is driven into my throat, balls against my lips, hands feel Devon’s cock, as he slides in and out. I hear one guy say ‘the whore is taking it bareback.’ Another guy tuts, sounds disgusted. My legs are free, sometimes I squeeze them around Devon’s body, sometimes he grabs them, I am wet with my sweat, I feel Devon’s sweat drip onto me. He starts to get faster, I don’t know how long he has been fucking me, his cock is driving now like a big piston, his cock head driving through me, he is groaning, someone is wanking my cock, then they squeeze my balls, a shot of different pain, but the cock in my mouth stops me complaining. It’s a long thin cock, the guy pushes it into my throat and holds it there, cutting off my oxygen, before pulling back out. My whole world is these cocks, these anonymous men using my body, nothing else matters. Devon takes a slightly different angle and his cock head smashes into my prostate, my cock jerks as I shoot off volley after volley of cum, my hole unable to clamp down means that my orgasm is intense and seems unending. The pressure of my hole around Devon’s shaft makes him slow, then he rams deeper than ever, if that is possible, he bellows as he shoots his seed, toxic waves of semen, I don’t feel it but I know that his cock head is again deep inside my intestines. Surely his cock head must be blocking the semen from returning, so it can only travel deeper into my body. I remember him telling me about his high viral load, I realise that there is no stopping the virus that is being injected into the deepest recesses of my body. Absorbing through the walls of my intestines, into god know how many tears, cuts, abrasions that these two guys have caused inside me as they pounded my guts. I black out. I guess the mixture of Viagra and Poppers, the lack of oxygen from the cock in my throat, the intensity of my orgasm. I come to, my hole is empty but within seconds a cock is pushing in, smaller, not so long, I realise its another man A voice at my ear, Devon’s. ‘Never fucked a guy that deep the first time he’s been with me before, mate. Think my cum must be up in your stomach! These guys are queueing up to have a go, that ok with you?’ I think that I’ve really had enough. The cock in my arse isn’t doing it for me to be honest and I think about rolling away from him. But I feel him ram deep into me and cry out as he has already reached his climax. I snort more poppers, the thought that I’ve taken three loads of strangers cum and there were more waiting made my cock harden again with excitement. Fuck it, I think. I nod. ‘Yeh, I tell him, I want everything they can give me.’

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

Weighing your options?

Works for me...

No load refused means no load refused!! Though I will say when as a cumdump bottom u first make the decision to go “no load refused” its exciting and takes determination. My first time when I said I would take any cock, it was difficult when I was face down and ass exposed to everyone. The first few guys that I thought “no way I want them mounting me and breeding me” I just closed my eyes and let it happen! The second guy was very obese and I did not want him in me but I let it happen. I needed this to slap the arrogance out of my old self and came to find it exciting when men I used to turn down, now today, I take EVERY SINGLE COCK NO MATTER WHO THEY ARE OR WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE! That’s my role to pleasure my top no matter who they are, no matter what! I luv my attitude, i like myself more as a humble cum dump, and I love the cocks and cum I get. I’m a better cum dump bottom because I refuse no loads and no man that wants to breed me!

Wow you beat me I was 11 and my buddys dad was mid thirtys

This place was called Oscar's and was in a backstreet near the old thameslink station. As I commuted from there, I often got away early to visit the cinema on my way home. It was the sleaziest, dirtiest rough place with most guys real trolls who went for the afternoon in the hope of getting off any way they could. It wasn't exactly romantic! It was really exciting to go from my office in my suit, pay my money and descend into this sleaze pit. It smelt, it was hot, the floor was slippery and it was dark apart from the light from the screen. I'd head to the back where most guys stood and wait for some action. The first couple of times I was nervous and then I realised you had to be really obvious, so I'd drop my trousers and pants and bend over the seats in the back row. The trolls couldn't believe their luck and it wouldn't be long before I was being fucked with a queue of men waiting their turn. If only my co-workers knew I was breeding like a pig only a few hundred yards from the office!

Having a bit of a fucking power trip. Found out my exes boyfriend who I fucked has the fuck flu. It's true what they say giving is better than recieving haha. I am one fucked up beast!!!

Awesome account! I’ve been hoping to find another guy who has had experience with his brother too. I’m 27 year old guy in UK. I have been in a relationship with my younger brother for just over a year now and wondering what other guys out there have had similar experiences. I’m out and not living at home or in my home town but my bro is only recently 18 and still at home. He is able to visit at my place no probs, so it’s not under our parents noses. It’s not a city I live in & there are only two gay bars, so when we do go out we always bump into my gay mates and oeoole I know. My mates all love my bro and as he’s been pretty much a constant in my life for a year now and been coming out socialising with me they’re starting to ask questions. My closest mate knows the score - he saw us making out one night as bro and I were walking home to my place (I didn’t know my mate had left shortly after us as we’d left him chatting up a bloke) but he’s not said anything to our other friends. He wasn’t shocked - just surprised when he got close to the two Male figures wrapped around each other in the alley to discover it was us! Question is, what do we do about our now very curious other friends who are bombarding us with telling questions when we’re out together?!?!

I don't really write that often (or ever before, to be specific), so let me know what you guys think. +++ I probably should've been more careful. I've lived with my uncle for a while now, having moved there when my dad was sent off to prison. My mom had died not long after I was born, which left me being sent to the closest relatives I had. Turned out that was my uncle Eric. He was a good guy, but these days, he was pretty busy. The auto shop he worked at had acquired a contract with a major local rental company and handled most of their repairs. Today, like most days, he was off working at the shop, probably late into the evening. I was used to that. What I wasn't used to was having dad back home. When I was a kid a ten year sentence sounded like an eternity. In reality, time passes quickly, and he's been nothing but an absolute dick since he'd gotten out. Eric had tried to get him a job at the shop, but that quickly went south, since dad didn't take kindly to being ordered around. Prison hadn't done him any favors in that department, and my uncle said he was a surly bastard before that. I don't remember too much of him from before, really, but he sure as hell hadn't gotten nicer. Seeing as Eric was gone all day as usual, I guess I'd assumed dad would be out, too. He was supposed to be headed to follow up on a few job opportunities today, and Eric had dropped him off in town in the morning. I had stayed home, as usual, and when the gardener had come around during mid-day, we did our usual thing. Mitch was the first (and only) guy I'd fucked. He'd been my uncle's gardener for years, and given all the work he did around the house, he had a muscular, rugged frame. He was a local guy, about fifteen or so years older than me. There were more days than I could count where I'd spent the afternoon sitting at the window, watching him haul his sweaty shirt off his body to reveal that bearish physique, hairy body dripping with sweat. I was a teenager the first time he caught me trying to get a peek at his dick, and after pleading with him not to tell my uncle Eric, I managed to convince him to let me have a good look. A good look turned into a blow job (which apparently, I was a natural at), and before long, we had a steady routine with him going out, doing the yard work, then coming inside and stripping down, lowing his hairy, beefy body on top of me to fuck my face and throat. Admittedly, that was easier said than done; he had a meaty seven inch cock, and it had taken some getting used to when he'd thrust it down my throat in the throes of a good skullfuck. Of course, it didn't take too long for him to go further south and have a go at my hole. That truly had been an undertaking, but once he was balls deep in me, I couldn't get enough of it. We only got worse then, even getting me to convince my uncle that the yard needed more upkeep. Every time he came over now, he spent more time pounding me than out in the yard. That's what we were up to today, with him up on top of me, groaning with delight. "Jesus, Mason, I can feel your pussy pulling me in," he panted, sweat dripping down from his brow onto my chest. I could feel the entire bed rocking with his thrusts, my body bouncing back and forth with it as well. I kept an ear out for the sound of my uncle's bike pulling up, as that was usually our cue to pack up and get decent, though at this point in the day, I figured there was little chance that would happen. Imagine my surprise, then, when the sensation of Mitch's shaft pumping in and out of me was interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Mitch fell off of me in a surprised heap, and behind him was my dad, his face looking bewildered. I wasn't really sure how to react; after all, I was naked, with my hole exposed right then and there. "The FUCK is this, boy?" his voice snarled out, and I could hear Mitch scrambling to his feet, stuttering as he gathered up his clothes. He didn't even take the condom off before pulling his underwear on. For his part, my dad glanced over at him, scoffed a bit, then turned back to me, ignoring the other man in the room while he stared me down. "You got me out looking for jobs when apparently we've a perfectly good whore on our hands right here," he said, and I found myself stammering, not even sure how to respond. Mitch was bright red, his clothes barely hanging on as he bolted out of the door. I could hear the door slam downstairs, my heart racing as dad stood there, leering. "Well? Anything to say?" "D-Dad, I swear, it's not like that," I stammer, and he leers at me, grinning now. "Well, I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be now," he says, latching the door shut. I made a move to get off the bed, but he quickly shouted, "Stay right as you are, boy. I didn't tell you to get dressed." I froze, my heart hammering away. I could smell the booze on him from here; clearly, he'd gone out and gotten drunk instead of going to get a job as he'd said. He made his way over to the bed, shrugging off his coat as he did. "I'm gonna see about getting in touch with a couple of my buddies to find some men looking for some tight pussy to fuck. You're gonna do what they ask, they're gonna pay me, and that's that. You understand?" "Dad, I --" I started, but the look he gave me was enough to convince me otherwise. I could see his jaw twitch, and I paled, for once wishing my uncle would get home early. Dad seemed satisfied by my silence, then continued. "On that note, it's been too damn long since I got a chance to breed some hole. Given that you're all ready to go, I'm gonna be your first John," he said, then reached down to pull off his shirt. I had avoided him since he'd gotten back, and so I had yet to see what he looked like shirtless. His torso was covered in varous tattoos, some of them there from when I was a kid, but others entirely new. The one that stood out the most was the one right above his groin: a biohazard symbol, much cleaner and newer than the ones around it. I was no fool; I knew exactly what that meant. Apparently, the look on my face said it too, as a predatory grin spread across dad's face once he looked up from taking his jeans off. "Looks like I don't need to explain the next part." Now fully naked, I found myself trying to crawl away from him, his massive form dwarfing mine. I'd inherited his beefy build, sure, but given how much younger I was and the fact that he'd been lifting weights longer than I'd been alive, he was an absolute beast of a bear, barrel-chested with a beefy gut and thick limbs. I felt one hand reach and grab at my leg while the other pinned me down, the weight seeming impossibly huge as I felt him force my leg up to my chest. "It's gonna hurt, boy, but you might as well start getting used to it," he said, roughly folding me up with his weight as his hand slammed down over my lips, muffling my protests. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the terrible reality of the situation setting in. I struggled, but all I could really do was wriggle around under him, flexing and whimpering helplessly. Meanwhile, I could feel his hairy body rubbing against me, his cock slapping up against my beefy ass. I could feel it pulsing, growing thicker with every second. He rubbed it back and forth down my crack, sighing some as he threw his head back. "Can't wait to hear what the guys say when I tell them I've found a pussy for us to use," he said, and even as I struggled, he moved his hardening shaft back, letting it slide downward until the head was right at the still-open entrance to my hole. There was no warning, no preparation. He didn't even lube it up before pushing forward and sliding into me. Luckily for me, Mitch had lubed up before fucking me, but even then, given how much bigger my dad was, it was impossible not to cry out into his hand, my hole burning. "Holy shit, that's tight," he chuckled, whistling a bit to himself. I could see him grinning even with the tears blurring my vision, and as my hole tightened in protest, he increased the pressure, forcing it deeper and deeper, splitting me in two. I gasped out in agony, his hand only tightening. When that hairy groin finally pressed up against my ass, I felt like he was punching me in the gut with it, my belly aching from the feeling of it pressing in. He held it there for a brief moment, savoring the first hole he'd fucked in months. "See, there you go, relax," he said, chuckling to himself. It still hurt like hell, but indeed, now that he had no more cock to force in me, my body was forced to adjust, slowly relaxing around his thick girth. He pulled back, the burning coming back some, though not nearly as horribly as the pain of him forcing in. Still, it was by no means pleasant as he rammed back and forth into me. my hole losing the bit of relaxation it had attained before. The bed rocked loudly, his hips slapping against mine as he bore down on me from above, his face looming over mine, sneering as he ruthlessly thrusted away. "That's right, slut, you know what's coming to you, you know what this means..." He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes and enjoying my hole. "I've knocked up every bitch I've ever fucked, Mason, and now I'm gonna knock you up, too," he grunted, then panted out in erratic, short bursts, his thrusts growing frenzied and brutal. I could feel my hole get wet, stinging now, and with a snarl, he rammed his cock in deep. I knew he was cumming, and I could do little more than whimper in response. After what felt like a few minutes, he pulled his cock out of me, still panting. My hole ached, though I was glad it was seemingly over with, as his hand left my mouth. I remained limp underneath him, resigned to it now that his load was oozing out of my ass. What was the point? I knew what that tattoo meant, and what was no doubt in store for me next. Even as he rolled over onto the bed beside me, reaching down beside it to fish his phone out of his pants, I remained there, a bit scared to even try getting up without permission. Dad looked through his phone for a bit, then grinned, putting it aside. "Alright, cunt, my friend will be here in a bit... Now, turn around and get on all fours. You're ready for your second dose of daddy's venom..."

Just got back from a meeting in London. I slipped away early and vsited a sleazy gay cinema near King's cross. It is small and dark and normally full of old trolls wanking off to the movies. You can stand at the back and pretty much do what you want as the management never seems to down into the screen room. It smells, and the floor is always slippy with cum. I descended the stairs and went into the small theater which has about 20 seats. It was unusually full with a number of guys standing at the back. They were all middle-aged or older and watching a tall, thin black guy of about 50 or so who had his trousers and pants down and was jacking off a long, smooth cock. I opened my fly and dragged out my cock and rubbed it hard. The black guy flashed me a grin and beckoned me over. We jacked each other for a while and then I bent over and sucked his dick which was drooling pre-cum. I noticed the men around me start to get their cocks out. The black guy started feeling my arse and I undid my belt so he could push my pants down and expose it to his probing finger. I stood up and let my trousers fall to my ankles. We kissed and then he turned me round and I felt his cock pushing between my arse-cheeks. He bent me over a seat and spat on my hole. I felt my heart start to pound and then he pressed some poppers under my nose. I was lost. My head swam and I felt my arse-hole open as his cock slid in me - bare. No question of condoms. It was deep and smooth and I groaned as he fucked me. The men clustered round, and I was surrounded by stiff cocks. I took one in my mouth and felt horny old fingers spreading my cheeks so they could see the cock sliding into me. After a while, he bent over me and I felt his hot breath on my ear. "You're a dirty slut, aren't you?" I could only nod in reply. "I wanna see all these men fuck you" he whispered. I shuddered and reached for his poppers and took a deep sniff. I heard him chuckle and then his cock left me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him beckon to a fat old man who had taken off his shirt and dropped his pants. His cock was fat and white in the gloom. The old troll waddled over and I felt his cock nosing into me. I panicked and tensed up, but the black guy fed me more poppers and whispered "Relax, baby. Go with it. You know you want it, don't you?" The fat guy was in me now, huffing and blowing as he fucked me. He didn't last long. Before I knew it, I felt him throb and my arsehole went wet with his sperm. What had I done? He pulled out, and the black guy held my shoulders down. "Who's next?" he whispered. And then another cck slid up me and I felt myself letting go, giving myself up to it as the second cock spurted in me. As a third one slid up me, the black guy bent and whispered in my ear. "You're really fucked now, baby. When he's done I'm going to fuck you too and give you my gift. Welcome to the club"

Jenn lived across the street in a two story home with a pool. She was fine, she has big tits and tight little body with a big ass on her. She had moved in a year ago after her and Tyler got married. Tyler's family purchased the house for them as a wedding present. My parents were not wealthy like that, I had to work for everything, I rented a cottage in the back of a large house and would work out in the driveway often and I could see Jenn watching me through her kitchen window. I would strut around and show off for her. One day I decided to give her a close up and went and knocked on her door, I told her I had locked myself out and wondered if I hang at their place till a buddy of mine could drop by with the key. She welcomed me in and asked if I was thirsty and I told her I was and she went to the kitchen and it gave me time to pull my dick out of my jock and hang it with my balls to the side so it was pressing against the loose cloth of my shorts. She came out and looked right at my bulge and I flexed my dick a little and she giggled and quickly said damn you have a pool. Wish I had my bathing suit. I would love to take a dip, she agreed it was hot today and she had though about taking a swim as we walked toward the back patio. I turned to her right as we stepped outside and her tits were right at my six pack and said, mind if I take a dip anyway? She swallowed hard and said sure, and I quickly pulled off my shorts and jock and dove in the pool naked. She just stood there. I told her she should join and she said she would but wanted to get her towel and suit on, I told her to towels were the only needed but do whats comfortable! She returned quickly in a rob with two large towels and she walked over and dropped her towel and her beautiful body was revealed and my dick started to get hard. She had the most amazing tits all perky and a landing strip etched right above her pussy. Fuck I love that. She slowly got in the water and as she did my dick was getting harder and harder. Fuck I wanted to bone her. We talked and I tried to keep focus on her and look he into her eyes while I got closer and closer to her. She stayed still and while I was standing in front of her about 10 inches since I am 9" thick she reached out and started to stroke my big dick. I could see the look on her face as she realize I was sporting a baseball bat. She whispered that she had imagined I was big but never pictures it that thick. I smiled and leaned in and kissed her. Just after we broke a long kiss I told her I had wanted to do that for a very long time, hey can we head inside and get more comfortable? She shook her head yes and with that she let go of my dick and turned to get out of the pool and I grabbed her ass for a minute and she stopped and then I let go and she walked out of the pool while I watched her and then followed with my dick jetting straight out at an upward angle. I grabbed the towel and dried off my hair, back, legs and chest and then walked right back into their place and asked where her bedroom was. She froze but pointed and I started walking toward it. She said wait, and I paused for a few seconds and then headed for the room and she followed. Her towel was around her and I was fully naked. I grabbed her hand and put it on my dick again and told her it felt good and I wanted to to keep doing it and once she stated I unfastened her towel and it dropped to the floor and I grabbed her tits and felt them, so fucking soft and firm. Just gripped my dick harder and I leaned in and kissed her again and then grabbed her and gently placed her on her bed and slowly took my hand from her waist all the way to her landing pad and then down her right leg that was closer to me and when I got to her thigh I pulled her leg toward me and and then took her left leg and pushed it back and leaned in and started to eat that sweet pussy. I eat some great pussy and she was making all kinds of noise and then she seemed to feel guilty and said we better stop I am married. She just said it but did not move to get away and I just kept eating away and she started moaning and again and then had her first orgasm with me. She was so fucking wet, it was really hot. She even squirted right in my mouth. I stopped for a second and then kissed my way back up to her breast and then to her lips and kissed her while I rubbed my big dick on her clit and lips and started humping gently but with some force and my dick started to sink into her sweet cunt. She pushed me to stop and said I was too thick and I just held there and then started to enter her more and she was in a little pain at first but it was not long till I sank all the way inside her and flexed my dick and she jumped a little. I proceeded to fuck her and make her cum three more time and I shot twice deep in her cunt. We rested for ten minutes in her bed and then I popped up and got my clothes from the patio and dressed and while she dressed and pulled off the sheets to wash them before her hubby came home. I leaned in and kissed her lightly and bolted for the door and said lets hang out again soon as I shut the door behind me.

CLAW is Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend. In Cleveland, the last weekend of April. The workshops/lectures have not been assigned times or dates yet. I believe we are holding it in a the wet area of the special playroom at Flex, the bathhouse.

I can’t wait for fuck flu

Your country is beautiful and the men are handsome and sexy

I think this is the biggest reason for the decline of these venues. In my city, we've gone from three bathhouses down to one. And even it has switched from being open 24/7 down to 14 hours/day M-F, and 24 hours on weekends. I think there's a negative feedback loop at play here. Because guys have more options available to them than in the past, fewer guys need to go to bathhouses in order to find sex. And because the baths aren't as busy as they used to be, for those of us who still want to go to the baths, it's sometimes more difficult to find what we're looking for. And after you've spent $31 to wander a deserted bathhouse a few times, you start to become more selective about when and how often you go. So then there's even fewer guys attending on a regular basis. Perhaps it would be too unwieldy to implement, but I've been wondering if a graduated pricing system might be a partial solution. This is just a rough idea, but I'm envisioning something like this: below 10% capacity, $5 rooms 11-20% capacity, $10 rooms 21-30% capacity $15 rooms 31-40% capacity $25 rooms 41-80% capacity $35 rooms 81-100% capacity $45 rooms For context, I'm basing my suggested rates off the current rate at my local bathhouse, which is $31 for a 6-hour room. In other cities, those rates might be too high or too low, but I think the overall idea would still apply. I feel like the three lowest tiers offer enough incentive to ensure that the bathhouse would rarely - if ever - be empty. The next two tiers straddle the current rate, which should allow management to stay close to current profit margins. As for the upper tier... while I would balk at paying $45 for a room under normal circumstances, I wouldn't mind paying that much at all if I knew the club was nearly at capacity. That higher rate would help offset the club's loses from the $5-10 rooms. I haven't given much thought into how to work lockers into the equation, but I'm sure something comparable could be done. I recognize that the $5 tier might be too low to prevent people from using it as a cheap way to access showers and a bed for a few hours. That one might not be tenable in the real world, but I do like having it as a way practically guaranteeing there will always be at least a few guys there. I also recognize that my proposal would make things more complicated for staff, having to be so mindful of exactly how many patrons were there at any given time. It would also require patrons to have a certain amount of trust that the club was being honest about the numbers, although there's probably a way of addressing that with technology. Anyway, I'd be really curious to hear what others - especially those with a background in the business - think of my idea. I love bathhouses. They've played an important role in my life, and they've played an important role in our communities' histories. I want to ensure they continue to survive long into the 21st century.

Recently chatted with someone from A4A visiting my town, he wasn't my first "go to" kinda guy, But he seemed friendly and his uncut dick is a +++ in my book. Well he didn't quite match his pic, was a lot more feminine than I expect from a top, and his personality was better in typing online than speaking in person. Then he took out his dick and his uncut head was a lot more ripe than the "wet lubed head" he typed. But he just wanted to stick in my ass and since I could smell his head and not taste it I stripped and he slid in my lubed hole. As he got more excited his head swelled and felt awesome. He asked if I was ok and I said yea I enjoy feeling him fuck. He came and it was a big lead. I held him in, reached behind me to keep him there and milked his dick. He came three times total never leaving my ass, the room smelled of smegma, and after he was spent I kept his loads as long as I could hold them. I smelled of his dick for the rest of the next day, and reminded myself I like taking any load for a reason.

For those who haven’t read my story in the testimonials section: I’ve only recently started to take loads from outside my relationship. I texted a guy in the morning. He replied he’d love to fuck me, but would be in the city only for the rest of the day, and that he’d have to work. Oh well, bad luck, I thought, but then he suggested I should come to the place where he works and he’d dump a quick load in me there. In the cellar. How could I resist? I couldn’t, of course. Went to the cellar and waited in the dark. He came down, with just some light from his phone. No time for a long foreplay. Lights off. He turned me around, made me bend over some boxes, just applied spit as lube, and entered my hole from behind. His dick was the first ever inside me with a PA piercing. I was surprised how much more intense the sensations were. Now I wish more men had a PA… He soon shot his load deep into my ass, pulled out and left. I carried his load to my own work and kept it inside me for the rest of the day. Loved how dirty it felt, especially when I came home and greeted my BF with a deep kiss.

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There’s a gay sauna in the West Midlands with a dungeon. The fuck benches are dark enough and I have taken plenty of cock there, but turn a corner and you’re in the darkest dark room you have ever been in. No light at all. The amount of loads I have taken in that dark room is tremendous

In Sydney 80's '90s on. Anytime in a bathhouse, it was, get naked then submit to the darkness. A whole bunch of emotions fears uncertainty and a hunger to be used, powered by deep desire and hell fired lust, All together had my body chemistry firing about as fast as it could get.. Though I'm not as active today. That hunger still comes on. So an adequate darkroom is all I need

I was 10. It was a restroom at the city's biggest park. It had a trough instead of urinals, and a man with gray or graying hair had pulled out and started stroking himself. I couldn't stop staring. He told me to come over and get a good look. Then he pulled my head to his crotch and pushed his dick at my mouth. He ordered me around, told me when to go fast, slow down, everything. Never let go of my head. I choked when he blew his load, but he told me to keep swallowing. Then he called me a faggot and said I had to keep coming back to suck his dick, since I was such a faggot. It worked.

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Continues to be a great story ..... maybe Tyson will become such a jock cum-dump whore he takes the cocks and cum of his entire football team and coaches because Steven rents him out to the team .... of course with a friends and family discount. A team cum-dump for any and all loads is a wonderful asset and team building motivator

I was running errands on Saturday afternoon and as I drove by one of the local adult bookstores, I got a sudden and inexplicable urge to go in. I hadn't gotten to the grocery store yet so I didn't have anything in the car that I needed to get home, so I pulled into the parking lot. This bookstore has booths in the back including a couple of oversized accessible ones. Bought a brown bottle at the counter, then paid my $10 to get in the back with the idea that I'd settle in and rub one out before I went home. When I got back there I saw a few guys milling around - nothing out of the ordinary. I'm a big chub so it's not often that the guys I see in bookstores are into me, and even if they are they're looking to suck cock or get fucked, same as me. The wheelchair-accessible booths were both available. I like the bigger booth because I have space to stretch out (there is a chair in each that can be moved out of the way to accommodate a wheelchair). I went into the first one and closed the door behind me, leaving it unlocked. There was a hot tranny video playing, showing a gorgeous while bubble butt getting plowed by a giant black cock. As the camera panned out, I could see that this sexy gal was sucking on a big white cock while the black cock plowed her. I peeled the safety seal off my brown bottle but before I could sit down, I heard the booth door open behind me. Turning, I saw one of the guys I had seen out in the hallway, standing in the partially-open door. He was white, I'd estimate mid-40s (around my age), an average-looking guy. But what hung out of his fly was anything but average! He had a beautiful cut cock that must have measured 7 inches soft. I hadn't planned on getting any action that day, but what the hell, if it's offered.... I motioned him into the booth and he came in, pulling the door shut behind him. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us had to. Ignoring the general state of the floor, I quickly got on my knees, took a big hit off my bottle, and took that big hog in my mouth. Instantly he started to harden, and to my amazement his cock grew in length and girth as it swelled. It had a slight downward curve that I knew would let it slide right down my throat, and I wasted no time in finding out. I inhaled that cock down to the root, my tongue flicking at his shaved balls as he moaned quietly with pleasure. I began sliding my throat back and forth on his shaft, gagging slightly as it hit what used to be my gag reflex, getting it nice and slick. He undid his pants and let them fall to the floor while I took another big sniff, then he grabbed my head and took over fucking my throat. I gagged and choked and struggled for air, and I loved every second. We were positioned such that he was between me and the booth door, so when the door opened again I couldn't see who was there. Probably one of the other guys watching the action. When I heard the door latch shut again, I assumed that whoever it was had moved on. I was very wrong. To my utter shock, not one but two more cocks appeared, one on each side of me. The one to my left was another white one, this one smaller than the one in my throat, about seven inches, nice and thick, and uncut. To my right was a 9-inch black dick, cut and glistening with precum. The guy fucking my throat acknowledged the other two, leading me to wonder if this had been planned, or if it was a happy coincidence. I decided rather quickly that I didn't care, and grabbed the two newcomers' cocks with my hands, jerking them until they stood rock-hard and ready for action. The first cock pulled out of my throat and its owner stepped behind me as the other white cock appeared before me. I didn't need to be told what to do. I took another hit off the brown bottle, undid my belt and dropped my pants and underwear to expose my fuck hole, and opened my mouth to accommodate this new and thicker member. This cock was musky, which normally isn't my thing, but today it drove me nuts. I worked that cock with my mouth and tongue while I jerked the big black cock in my right hand. I felt the first guy's tongue entering my hole, and I knew what was coming. He ate my ass while the black guy explored - and occasionally smacked - my ass with his left hand. I heard shuffling behind me and then a slight pressure on my hole. The first cock, still slick from fucking my throat. But what was he doing? He was pressing the head of his cock against my hole without applying enough pressure to enter me. My head swimming, I thought "Fuck that" and pressed my ass against his cock until I felt the head pop inside. From there it was easy to slide my hole down his slimy shaft until it was deep inside me and I felt his balls against mine. He grabbed my hips and began slowly sliding in and out of my ass while I continued to work the other white cock with my mouth and the big black cock with my hand. The guy standing in front of me began breathing harder and his cock got even harder in my mouth. He grabbed my head and held me still as his cock began to pulse in my mouth, and I could feel and taste his load as it spilled onto my tongue and down my greedy throat. Spent, the uncut white cock was withdrawn from my mouth only to be replaced by the big black one as I heard the door open and close. The first guy continued to fuck me in a slow, rhythmic motion. Occasionally he would stop for a moment, and I could tell he was trying not to come. Another hit from the brown bottle and I was spit-roasted again, the big black cock working its way down my throat as the other continued to work my hole. I was choking and gagging again, and I hoped desperately that my handwork had not brought the black guy too close to the edge. I desperately wanted his cock in my ass. The first guy's pace began to quicken and his grip on my hips tightened. One final thrust and he held still, his pelvis pressed into my ass cheeks and his cock buried deep inside me. I clenched my sphincter and as I hoped, his cock was jerking and throbbing, pumping his load into my hungry hole. My ass muscles puckered as he withdrew his cock, and I felt his warm cum running down the back of my thigh. "My turn," grunted the black guy, as he took his cock out of my throat. He stepped around behind me and in one motion, I was full again. Using the combination of deep-throat slime and the first guy's cum, he grabbed my hips and thrust balls-deep into my ass like he owned it. I must have gotten him close, because it took only a few mighty thrusts and he, too, was holding his cock as deep inside me as he could, filling me with his seed. Withdrawing from my ass, he walked around to my head again and shoved his cock back into my mouth, forcing me to clean the cum and ass juices off before he pulled up his pants. That taste was better than anything I would pick up at the grocery store! The first guy had stayed to watch, and waited for the black guy to get dressed before he opened the door and they both stepped out. I was dripping with sweat and cum and as the door latched shut, I quickly hit the lock so I could catch my breath and do what I could to get cleaned up and dressed. As I stepped outside, the three of them were standing by a car in the parking lot, smoking and chatting with each other. They stopped talking as they spied me coming out of the bookstore, and watched as I walked past them to my car. Just before I was out of earshot, one of them said, "We're here most Saturdays!" I'll be back.

As long as he cums in you and make you happy dose it matter about size

yes that's all that matters is that you get sperm inside you

Today I spent a majority of my time on Grindr trying to get fucked and fuck. My bf is out of town. First dude was this morning. He was a college latino that wanted to bust a nut before work. I sucked him to completion and swallowed him. I used one finger to play with his hole and that made him bust. The second dude was a twink. He sucked me up for 30 minutes and then I pounded his hole. We didn’t talk about fucking or going raw. I just slid in and he didn’t say anything until I told him I was ready to cum. I bred him but I still wanted to get loaded. The third guy was a bit older but muscular. He was at the Home Depot down the street. We met up in the far back bathrooms. We played with each other’s cocks under the stalls. He signaled for me to go to his stall. When I got in he was spitting on his dick already and I bent over the toilet. He pounded me aggressively and my cock was hard flopping around but I didn’t care to jerk it. He bred me before anyone showed up and I bounced. The last dude I had was a few minutes ago. He was an anon top with a bbc. I still had the other dude’s load in me and I didn’t say anything. When I got there he was waiting in his room and there was one candle in the hallway. I could feel his body and cock throbbing already. I sucked him for a few seconds before he had me doggie style. He whispered in my ear he was gonna breed me. He shoved his cock in and pushed me down onto the bed and laid on top while he fucked me. I had no control and he was just using me as his cumhole for the night. We stayed in that position and I could feel his cock starting to throb and he was moaning. He got up and walked to the bathroom and told me to go. I fingered his load out when I got home and it was thick and creamy still.

I’ve never met a top that wasn’t into eating this ass yet! Maybe I’ve just been lucky! ?

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CHAPTER THREE Through the eyes of Scotty: I lay here, beside my dad, having just taken his cock and load in my ass for the first time. My heart pounding, ass throbbing and body shaking, it was simply amazing and being here now with dad spooning me, his hard cock rubbing at the entrance to my puffy hole, oh I don’t ever want to lose this feeling. I break the silence asking dad when he knew I had been spying on him, and said that I honestly believed he had no idea. He told me he’s known for about a year, and that he loved putting on a show for me, knowing that I was outside the bathroom jerking off. He then revealed he’d actually secretly been filming me spy on him, so he could wank to it later. I loved hearing that, it affirmed the feelings were mutual. As dad continued to spoon me, with his arm around me gently stroking my chest, I asked dad if he was willing to share a little of his past experiences with men and what he meant by all the things he was saying during our fuck session in the shower. The tattoo, owning me and what he meant by charged up and poz. His response scared me a little, but I found my cock getting even harder instantly, for some reason knowing that it turned my dad on, made it all sound very normal. I was able to compare the things he was saying to images flashing through my mind of all my favourite porn scenes I’ve watched over the years. Instantly I found myself less scared, realising that we had so much more in common and I couldn’t wait to show my dad I was ready, ready for everything he was talking about. As he said, he owns me now and damn, if my future is only a fraction of what he just said to me, fucking bring it, I want the future to be right now. I needed to make sure dad knew I was ready and that I wanted what he wants for me, from me, of me; so I started moving my ass cheeks, rubbing his hard cock head with my firm adolescent buns, he started moaning. While continuing to stimulate his glands I told him I wanted his HIV positive load inside me again. Not just wanted it, I needed it, I had to have that special bond between us. I know that these words would never have left my lips if it were any other man, but this was my father, my dad, this was hotter than I could ever have imagined and this connection will be the foundation of our future exploits. I pushed back on dad’s massive toxic cock, feeling my puffy ass lips wrap around it. I didn’t add any lube, it wasn’t needed, as my ass was already wet with dad’s poz juices still simmering in my ass from the shower fuck. It was hot as hell. Dad started thrusting into my fuck chute, fucking his first poz load deeper into my ass, massaging his DNA into my walls. While doing so he kept moaning, telling me he was so happy our relationship has taken a new and exciting path. But he reminded me as he slammed his cock into my ass of the rules and expectations he has of me. I howled as he slammed into my battered ass, partly in pain and also because I was trying to get the words out, to tell him I wanted nothing more than to live up to his expectations, but his thrusting was just so hard, so deep, so fucking amazing that I could hardly speak. So I stopped trying and just focused on the joy of having dad’s massive poisonous cock leaking in my ass. As soon as I allowed my mind to wonder I kept repeating some words in my head, like a playlist on repeat. With my eyes closed, dads cock thrusting in and out of me, words on flashcards appearing in my mind over and over – poz, HIV, toxic, owned, breed, positive, dad, son – I couldn’t hold back, without touching myself I lost my load all over the bed linen, my ass muscles clamping down on dads cock. This triggered dad’s orgasm, his pace increasing till he came to a halt, panting behind me, I couldn’t escape the feeling of his cock throbbing in my wrecked hole. I threw my arms behind us both, grabbing dads sweaty back as best I could, pulling him deeper into me as he was shooting his toxic seed within me. Without realising, I was yelling at the top of my lungs, fucking breed me dad, knock me up, and put that poisonous load in me. ################################################################################ Through the eyes of Dean: I lay here, processing my thoughts following the fuck I just gave my son Scotty in the shower. I gently caress his chest, feeling him melt into my body as we lay in bed. I’d been planning to fuck my dirty load into him on his 18th birthday and I’m so pleased the plan came together like clockwork. He asked me to open up to him, share someone my dating history and he also wanted some clarification on things I had said, that so far he couldn’t quite decipher. I first started talking about my past, explaining that I’d always been bisexual and when his mother passed away I decided not to sleep with woman anymore. Opening up to him was so refreshing, I’d spent so many years hiding my perverted dirty cum-dump past. It was important to me that I be open and honest with him, if we’re to have the future I’m hoping for its imperative that he knows from day one where he stands with good ole dad. I explained that I’ve never had a steady boyfriend and that for a long time I’ve been leaving the house late at night while he’s sleeping, going to saunas and public toilets, fucking and getting fucked by hundreds of men over the years. My appetite for men and cum was insatiable. Scotty was hard as a rock listening to me explain my history. He wanted to know what I meant by what I had said in the shower so I explained that one particular experience I had was with group of 12 guys, where we basically fucked for an entire 3 day public holiday weekend in a no hole barred fuck-fest. With most of the guys admitting they were HIV positive and un-medicated before the fun began. I further explained to Scotty that I made a decision that night to accept whatever happened and not to be a prude and leave. Shortly after that Queens Birthday public holiday weekend I got sick and subsequently tested HIV positive. As soon as those words left my lips Scotty gave an audible squeal and firmly pushed his ass cheeks into my groin, as if a sign of approval of what I was saying. Scotty instantly said the exact year this happened – knowing that he’d stayed at an aunt and uncles holiday house one particular Queens Birthday holiday weekend. He said he’d have much preferred to have spent the weekend partaking in what I was doing instead. I chuckled when he said that. This led me to talking to Scotty about what I expected of him. I made sure he understood that I’ve already fucked an un-medicated HIV positive load in his ass and that I will continue to do so, until he gets sick and tests positive also. I also told him that regardless his feelings for anyone he meets outside of our household, he wasn’t to fuck, get fucked, take or give a load to or from anyone, until he tests positive as a result of my loads getting fucked in him. After that he was free to fuck or be fucked by as many people as he wanted. With an emphasis on the more the merrier. I reminded him that I own him, for eternity, he will always be my property. If I tell him to breed someone, he breeds them. If I give permission to some random guy to fuck and breed him, then he’ll do exactly as he’s told and eagerly present his ripe ass for the taking. Irrespective of his physical attraction to the person I’d chosen to fuck him. I let him know he must be willing to go to any event or party I say we’re going to, or hosting at our house. He’s forbidden to take PrEP or PEP to prevent me converting him or anti-viral meds once HIV positive and if he or I test positive to any STI’s we’re not allowed to start treatment until three weeks have passed and we’ve had the opportunity to incubate and spread it. And finally I told him he won’t be fucking me until he tests positive. I paused for a moment and heard him very quietly say to himself fuck I want all of that, followed by Scotty teasing my cock with his hole and eventually backing up on my cock and taking his second HIV positive load from his dad.

Just came back from an apartment hopping trip. Took 8 guys loads in 6 different apartments. One load each except the last couple who gave me two loads each. They loved how sloppy and cumfilled my hole was when they started. The one guy said”it looks like you’ve got an STD clinic dripping down your legs” the other pair to breed me had me on all fours on their couch blindfolded with a belt around my neck for them to pull on while fucking me.

Teach me your ways sir

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Part 4: Acceptance I started to struggle, I could my heart race as the adrenaline kicked in. I kept telling myself that I can’t let them poz me. I can’t let this happen. “Fucking boyhole is trying to stop this. Greg hold him down will ya. Give your piece to suck on for a bit that should calm him down.” My daddy said as he pounded me even harder. Greg can in and helped hold me down. His long slender cock smelled as if he had already been inside a hole and I looked up at him. “Go on, open up, suck me bitch” He said while rubbing the cock all over my face. I felt daddy begin to shift as he moved himself so he could speak softly into my ear. “You wanted to be a boyhole right?” He asked me while still fucking my hole. “Yes” I said. Greg put the poppers under my nose and started to tease his cock into my mouth. “Boyholes live for cum and cock. They don’t need to be beg they need to be poz. Think how free you’ll be knowing you can take anything into you. You’ll be able to get fucked anywhere by anyone all because you’re gonna be a poz cumdump.” He picked up the speed. “Or I could just stop and let you go.” Then it happened. He pulled out and I felt my world shatter. I wasn’t thinking about getting away. I wasn’t thinking about getting tested. I was thinking of how empty I was now that daddy wasn’t in my hole. “No please” I begged. Eyes wide open as I looked back his cock rock hard and wet with lube and my ass juices. “No what?” Daddy asked me. “Please don’t stop fucking me. Please.” I started to scoot back to get daddy back into me. Greg watched me from his spot in front of me and stroked his long cock. “What a boyhole.” Greg said laughing as he took a hit of poppers. “You know what that means then right. You know what you have to become?” He asked me. “I want you back in me. No matter what. I’m sorry I tried to stop this Sir.” I said. Head hung low. ”What are you?” Daddy asked lining back up to my hole. “A boyhole” I said. “A what?” He asked pressing his head into me. “A boyhole.” I said a little louder. “You’re missing something. Say it. What are you?” He started to fuck me again. “A poz boyhole who only wants cum in him.” I shouted looking right at Greg’s face as the cock in my boyhole bottomed out. “Now go ahead boyhole. Take Greg into your mouth and get him ready. He’s next in you after I blow this load.” Daddy said picking up the pace. “Go on boyhole. Suck me. Get me ready to poz your useless boyhole and make you a poz cum dump.” Looking up at him with glazed eyes I opened wide and willing took his poz cock into my mouth. I was a poz boyhole only good for dumping in.

Part 2: we Meet there was a smell to the air. Sterile and clean, with subtle traces of the depravity that happened here lingering somewhere behind the smell of the cleaning products. The old man working the door was nice enough. He asked for my ID and money. I bought lube and poppers while I was there. 60$ poorer I was buzzed in and received my towel. I made my way up to my room. Disrobed and out my towel around my waist. I checked my phone for messages. Nothing that Grindr was blowing up. Something to keep in mind for later I though. Right now I was meeting daddy. He sent me a text room 18 don’t keep me waiting. My heart skipped a beat. Key in hand. Lube applies to my hole and a quick sniff for bravery I walked out and headed to room 18. It was hot in the building, the cheap old carpet was faded and the little amount of light that filled the halls was just enough to see the shilouttes of people without giving actual details. I got to room 18 and gently knocked, the door opened and a deep voice told me to get in. The rooms weren’t large. Just enough for a few unique positions. Cheap bed and pillow and a mirror on the wall to see what I was about to do. He stood in front of me. A little shorter than me. But oh so handsome. His beard pure white and his figure a little more emmaciated than his pictures led me to originally believe. A small belly that was firm and covered in white hair as well. “ So today’s the day he said.” Hand around my waist, gently rubbing just above my towel. “I’m finally gonna breed this boyhole.” He said as he pulled my towel away and tossed it on the floor. I never considered myself ugly but I also never considered myself overly handsome. Although based on the sounds this man was making I figured I’d met his satisfaction. I could his hands caressing my ass. He guided me to the bed and then dropped his own towel revealing that which I wanted all this time. His cock was long and thick. At least 8 inches with a bulbous head. His balls were hefty, everything squeezed through his cock ring which just made everything appear larger. I looked up at him. Lust and love in my eyes as my mouth moved closer to him. “That’s it boyhole, give in.” He said while stroking my hair. My tongue crept out and gave the head a quick lick just to try the taste. As soon as that taste registered with my brain I knew I was hooked. This is what daddy tastes like and he tasted fucking delicious. My mouth opened wide and I started sucking him with abandon. All my desires were coming in full force. Here I was on a sleazy bed in a filthy bathhouse sucking the cock of a man more than twice my age and I was loving every minute. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of poppers I had just bought and opened them up. Taking two decent hits himself. Placing the bottle under my nostrils he proceeded to make me inhale sever long drags. I could feel my inner slut winning out and I starting slurping on that daddy cock enjoying the taste of the sick act of being such a slutty bottom popper pig. “Good job boyhole, get me good and wet so I can slide into your boyhole and give you what you’ve been craving.” The bottle was replaced under my nose again and I took several more hits. I could that itch in my hole getting stronger I knew what I wanted. I wanted this delicious daddy cock in my mouth to be in my ass breeding me. “What do you think boyhole? Are you ready to get bred? Are you ready for my load yet?” He said with a wicked grin as the bottle was once again under my nostrils flooding me with such a rush. “Yes Sir. I want your daddy cock in me so bad. “ I said saddened that I was no longer sucking that tasty old dick but much more excited at the prospect of getting my hole filled. “Are going to let me breed you?” He asked. “Are you going to finally become the pig boyhole we both know you were meant to be?” I just boded. Poppered up and so horny I couldn’t talk anymore. I only wanted one thing. To become the boyhole I was meant to be. “Get on the bed boyhole. It’s time.” He said I got on my hands and knees my ass up and my head down as I awaited my daddy to mount me. I took a few more hits on the poppers and felt that familiar feeling as his cock was right at my hole. Poised to plunge into me. And I wanted it to. I wanted it so bad.

Guy I'm dating right now has me in a chasity cock cage most of the time now. If I'm getting fucked by anyone other than him, I have to be in a chasity and in panties. I'm not allowed to touch myself in anyway. Only way for me to cum is to cum with a chasity. Only managed to cum a few times while caged up.

When guys fuck me, I insist that they cum inside of me. If not, then what's the point?

Part 9 I stood with my ass shoved against the glory hole, while the second unseen cock slid all the way up my fagdump. I was in heaven. This one was really fat and stretched my ass open really wide, just like when Daddy bred me every morning. I could feel the 19 loads inside me getting churned up and could smell the jizz in the small booth. It smelled like heaven. This guy was taking his time using me. He would speed up and then slow down leaving his fat cock shoved all the way inside me, throbbing. Finally, after a few minutes, he pulled out and whispered “I’m coming over there, faggot, open the door.” Then he slid his cock out of me and I could hear him pull up his pants. A second later he was inside the booth with me. He was a young guy, tall, with curly blonde hair, wearing a Navy uniform. He locked the door and dropped his pants again, looked at me and got a nasty grin on his face. “Damn you’re a hot little faggot aren’t you? You want my cock, boy? Of course you do. Dirty little whore.” Then he grabbed me behind the head and kissed me hard on the mouth. I was completely swept away in the moment, gasping, pushing back on his mouth with my tongue, and moaning. Moaning because my cunt was empty and needed to be filled with his fat Navy boy cock again. I came up for air and looked up at him, pleadingly and said “please shove it back inside my cunt. I have to have your cock again.” He grinned and said “fuck yeah, of course, pig. I can breed you at least twice.” I smiled big and turned around and impaled myself on his huge, fat cock, moaning as I did. “Damn your cunt is sloppy, pig. How many loads are in your pussy?” He was pounding me steadily now and I was loving every inch of it. “Nineteen,” I said. “Damn, you really are a fucking nasty whore. My buddies would love gang fucking you. They always love a good gang breeding.” I laughed while he was deep dicking me and said “always happy to be of service to our men in uniform.” “Here comes my first load, faggot. You ready? You want to get knocked up by a sailor?” I just moaned “YESSSSSSSS” and reached around to pull his cock all the way inside me. He continued to pound my ass and within a minute I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, shooting load number 20. He stopped and I could feel his cock shooting the last spurt of cum into my cunt. He leaned down and kissed me again, while his cock slid out of my slimy, cum drenched ass. I pulled away from him and leaned down to clean off his cock which was covered with the his cum mixed with a bunch of strangers’ loads. I was in heaven. “Hey, piggy. Look. Another cock for you. You need another cock? Of course you do, you’re a faggot who lives for cock aren’t you?” All I could do was moan in answer. I looked and one of the glory holes had a cock at it. Another stranger who wanted to be inside me. Another faceless man with a cock I needed to worship with my cum filled, sloppy cunt. The sailor reached over and stroked the uncut cock and guided my ass over to impale itself on the fat mushroom head poking out of a thick foreskin. The guy on the other side of the wall moaned and started to speak Spanish and the sailor kissed me and said “good fucking piggy. You want another load?” He laughed and said “what a stupid question. Of course the faggot wants another load.” I nodded and said “fuck yes, that’s what my cunt is for. It needs cock and cum all the time.” He laughed and said “you’re high as fuck, piggy.” I just smiled and moaned while the cock I was impaled on slipped in and out of my cunt. There was mumbling from the other side of the partition and we both heard him say “puta.” The sailor smiled at me again and whispered “do you know what ‘puta’ means, faggot?” I nodded no. “It means ‘whore.’ He knows you’re a whore because you stick your cunt up against glory holes and let strangers use your pussy for their pleasure.” The sailor said “fucking PUTA,” and spit on my face and then licked the spit off my cheek and nose and kissed me hard. I just moaned again and squeezed the cock inside me with my ass muscles. The man on the other side moaned as well, and started to rabbit fuck my ass. Quickly, I was rewarded with load number 21. As soon as the man pulled his cock out of my well raped cunt, the sailor took off his shirt and showed me his tight, hairy body. His cock was hard again and he wanted to fuck me a second time, when I heard a knock on the door. “Hey son, let me in.” I unlatched the door and let Daddy inside the tiny booth. There was barely enough room for us to all be in there and Daddy was surprised to see I had made a friend. “And who have we here, son?” “I don’t know his name, Daddy. But he’s already given me a load in my pussy and he says he has another one for me!” “I’m Adam, sir. Are you really his Dad?,” he said, turning to me “Dude that is so fucking hot. I’ve always wanted to fuck around with my Dad. He’s such a fucking hairy stud.” “Yeah, he’s really my Dad, and I love taking his cock. He’s teaching me how to be a real cock whore.” “Well, you’re doing a great job, sir. Your son, what the fuck is your name dude?” “Justin.” “Well, Justin is a helluva good fuck. Maybe we can all go somewhere where there’s more room and I can give him that second load in his cunt.” “I’m Mike, Adam. But you can call me Daddy too, if you want.” Daddy smiled at the cute sailor, who blushed. “And I think that’s a great idea. Chuck from the front desk wants to play too, and he just finished his shift. Let’s go in the larger room and have some fun.” Daddy left the room and Adam and I put our clothes back on. Well, I just sat down on the butt plug and pulled up my shorts. I smelled like sweat, sex and cum. In other words, I smelled amazing. Chuck was holding the door of the larger video room open for us, and we followed him inside.

I felt the pinch of the burdizzo on the 11th of December last year. While others may have different results, it appears to have done the job for me. My most recent testosterone level blood test was 55 ng/dl. In many cases, 50 ng/dl would be the level expected if your nuts were surgically removed. Additionally, I have not had an erection in almost 4 months, my temperature regulation is all to fuck and my nuts have shrunk and turned into mush blobs....certainly not the balls they once were. I am very happy with the results. The pain was intense, but fairly short lived. I know now that I am a fully submissive bottom, and 100% focused on giving pleasure to any cock that I encounter. Not everyone aspires to be a POZZED up EUNUCH, but I love it. But one word of caution. I have doubts that most guys would have the ability to fully close the jaws of the clamp on their own nuts. I was restrained and still bucked against the pain. Find a willing helper....practice....and go for it. But, just like getting knocked up, it is a lifetime...life style choice. Make sure it is what you want.

Don't want him for his face. I want his cock.

Cellar is good but often dead [no crowd]. At spa xcess or SW, I write "BB top" on chalkboard with my room number and always get a willing, hungry hole.

"Fuck guys," I pushed both Roberto and Ivan away from me, ending our three-way kiss. "We need to take a break.” Ivan rolled over me to my right and lay back, laughing and rubbing his hairy belly. Roberto pulled away and caught his breath. I sat up a bit and repositioned some of the pillows against the wall at the end of the bed and sat up straight. I pulled my legs up, knees to my chest. My legs were spread open as Ivan looked at my mancunt and winked, smirking at me. Roberto handed us some Gatorade and we all took big gulps, our breathing still rapid, excitement still floating above us like an invisible cloud. Both men were still HARD. Roberto sat down at the edge of the bed and with his free hand---started to finger me. I moaned. So much for the break. But I wasn't complaining. Flying. "What is all this?" Roberto pointed with his other hand, drink clutched tightly, referring to the rimseat and HD camcorder. "Turn on the camera," I motioned, taking another gulp of my drink. Ivan sat up a bit, checking things out. Roberto leaned over to the HD cam resting on a tripod. He took a few seconds to figure out the control features and pressed a button. Beep. "Wow," Ivan proclaimed in surprise. Opposite of us on the flatscreen, the FF DVD imagery that was playing earlier abruptly changed, the visual of an amazing ass in close-up with a fist pistoning in and out rapidly, disappearing in a flash. The monitor came alive, a sudden brightness flaring in the dark bedroom. We were now all on the screen, digital representations at a heightened saturation. "Oh shit," Roberto whispered, impressed. He fudged with the cam, playing with it as we watched the visual, live on the screen, a slight pan towards the bed, a slight zoom towards my hole as Roberto's finger from his other hand darted in and out of my mancunt. "Wow," Ivan exclaimed again, repositioning himself for better access. He put his drink aside on the end table and Roberto did likewise. Beep. "It is recording now," Roberto announced, zooming in just a little more, my manpussy on the flatscreen at an unbelievable dimension. The assjuice on my asslips glistened like tiny digital sparks. Ivan's thick, rough fingers appeared on the screen and with both hands grabbed my mancunt lips and spread it apart. His fingers looked HUGE on the screen. Roberto's finger was still fucking me. Both men stared at the screen in awe, in lust, in anticipation. On the screen my hungry hole expanded to an unbelievable pornographic proportion. Ivan pulled on my mancunt lips, pulling it further apart. Roberto continued to finger-fuck it. Pull and fuck. Pull and fuck. They both looked at my hole, then at each other, nodding in pride. FUCK!!! "Let's do a little more Tina," I announced. They both turned and smiled at me. The hunger consumed me and it needed to be fed. "YEAHHHH..." Roberto sighed. He pulled away from my manpussy, got off the bed and took control of the favors. He refilled the glass cock adding more shards than what we had ingested before, looking at me with a mischievous grin. Ivan sat up straighter but still managed to finger me with his thick index digit from one hand. "Wait. Let me do one thing," Roberto announced, still holding the pipe. He toyed with the HD cam with his free hand as the camera zoomed out, away from my hole so that we saw a wider angle of ourselves on the flatscreen. We all looked dazed, hungry in our own selfish appetites, in that early state where the parTy is just REALLY getting started. Roberto grabbed the torch as Ivan and I watched his motions on the screen as if he wasn't beside us. Shit, he could have been parTying with two other strangers, in another room, another apartment…in fuckin’ Manhattan. Ivan and I were too lost, flying in some other space, mesmerized by the digital exhibit on the screen. Roberto lit up and carefully heated the bowl, twisting and turning gently, cooking those shards as it melted slowly, into a magical, transparent liquid. A huge cloud formed slowly in the glass bubble. He took a long, deep breath and inhaled. He then leaned into me as I leaned into him as we shotgunned that magical smoke. I stared at us with one eye on the screen, the other eye intensely on Roberto. I kissed him greedily, my mouth all sloppy and wet, saliva dripping out of our mouths. He gave it back in equal return. Ivan meanwhile fingered me again. Roberto suddenly pulled away and I instinctively grabbed Ivan, drawing his mouth to mine. I exhaled big clouds to Ivan who took deep breaths and held it in. The big rough tongue then jabbed inside my mouth. I kissed him back in return, swallowing that fat tongue like another appendage of this Russian man. I started chewing at the heavy tip of his tongue with my teeth, applying just a little pressure, then more. He moaned then pulled away from me abruptly. We all stared at the flatscreen mesmerized as Ivan exhaled, huge clouds rising above us, fading into the dark shadows under the ceiling. FLYING. Boom. Boom. BOOM!!! The deep, dark electronic beats provided a soundtrack to the live HD footage reflecting on us. Roberto leaned into Ivan and handed him the glass pipe. Roberto struck the torch again and cooked the crystal for Ivan who repeated the earlier steps, letting the smoke accumulate, bigger clouds than just earlier forming inside that bubble. Then he took a really big breath intake and handed the pipe back to Roberto. Ivan leaned forward and kissed me, that rough tongue scratching on mine. We did that for nearly a minute (which seemed to last forever) while he still fingered me with his other hand. With one eye again, I looked at the screen, and with my other eye on Ivan. I couldn't believe this was real, this was happening. Despite all the Tina, I was getting HARD again with excitement. The entire scenario, the environment, these two HOT MEN just turning me ON on a deep level. They were both equal and completely different in how they provided their complete attention to my manhole. I loved the contrast of it. And then Ivan's tongue stopped; I received his silent signal as he exhaled a huge cloud into my mouth, my throat, my lungs. I inhaled deep and slow and closed my eyes, savoring the effect, spreading my legs further. Ivan pulled away, replaced quickly by Roberto and his soft tongue, gliding over mine, wet with saliva and anticipation. My tongue stopped moving as he recognized the moment. I exhaled and he pulled my smoke into himself. He then kissed me again gently and pulled away as my mouth was left open, my tongue licking my lips. Roberto looked at the screen. Ivan continued to finger me. We all stared at our digital mirror as Roberto released the clouds, one bigger than the next. We repeated this process for several more minutes, laughing as we got higher and h i g h e r , until the bowl's ingredients was spent. Roberto placed the pipe carefully aside. "Roberto," I had an idea, "can you grab the rimseat?" He turned around and picked it up from the floor. I stood up carefully on the bed, pulling out of Ivan's rummaging fingers inside me. Ivan adjusted himself, helping my balance. I grabbed the rimseat from Roberto and placed it on the bed in front of me. Ivan and Roberto pulled away as I adjusted the leg heights to it’s lowest setting. Then I carefully sat down, centering my ass over the seat, bracing myself on Ivan's big upper body. Roberto looked at the screen and smiled in understanding and approval. He then adjusted a lamp on the bedside table, aiming it at my ass which now glowed on the screen. He pulled on the camera, released it from the tripod and held it. The picture on the screen suddenly got jumpy until Roberto repositioned himself, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, elbows on the mattress, getting some stability, aiming the camera on my ass. On the screen my manpussy was glowing in a blur as the image zoomed in slightly until the center of the frame came into focus, a tiny bead of assjuice on the tip of my pussylips, sparkling. "Can you grab that?" I motioned to Ivan now, pointing to some toys at the foot of the bed. Ivan picked up a dildo. "No-not that," I pointed again until he figured out what I wanted. "Yes-that one." I thanked him. I grabbed a towel near us and wiped whatever little lube or ass juice I had near my manhole. I then positioned the ass pump under my hole, reached over for the lube on the side table near me, grabbed just a small amount and applied the slippery liquid to the long, clear acrylic phallic probe at the center of the pump. The probe extended about six inches and had a circumference of a small dildo. I then slowly pushed the probe into my ass. It slid in easily as I was so h u n g r y. I swallowed that probe as the pump walls enveloped my hole. I handed Ivan the hand-crank of the pump. "Roberto could you please..." I motioned to the poppers on the side table. Roberto generously fed it to me. I took deep, repeated breaths and then closed the cap on the container and held it with one hand. I exhaled rapidly. "Ok, Ivan pump S L O W L Y ," I instructed. He did as I asked as my asslips extended gradually, filling the transparent cylinder's oval walls as the vacuum pressure built up inside the acrylic pump. Roberto zoomed in just a little more. From the flatscreen we could clearly see my manhole expanding. The stretch felt great, a slight subtle sting from the pressurized pull of the vacuum, but nothing unbearable or uncomfortable. "Wow," Ivan exclaimed, looking at my hole under the rimseat, then turning quickly at the flatscreen, looking at the magnified digital representation. "Big mancunt," he declared, matter-of-fact. On the screen the acrylic tube sucked on my hole, pulling my asslips around the center phallic shaft that was lodged inside me. My asslips were engorged and filling the walls of the pump. "A little more," I begged to Ivan. He pumped a few more times watching the effect on the screen. He was mesmerized. "You so bad and nasty," he said, proclaiming the obvious. I took a hit from the poppers container again. Oh man, that felt so fucking GREAT! I leaned back slightly enjoying the sensation of the poppers hitting me, the combination of the Tina from just earlier mixing with everything already in my system. My hole was relaxed and expanding. At the same time, the pressure from the pump was INCREDIBLE. Ivan grabbed the vacuum pump tube and started to rock it up and down, fucking me with the center phallic probe. It could only go an inch or so as the tube was already set around my ass and there was no more depth to be had. But regardless-it was FUCKING INTENSE! I moaned and took more hits of poppers as Roberto continued to capture the footage. Ivan stopped with the probe-fucking after several minutes. "Here, you hold," he handed me the hand-crank as he let go of the pump, which was still attached tight to my pulsing hole. Ivan leaned back and very carefully stood up on the bed, balancing himself on my shoulders. Roberto saw what was going on and carefully adjusted himself away from the edge of the bed, the camera following him as the footage on the flatscreen panned out, to a wider shot, displaying me on the screen, legs spread, this monster tube, stuck and hanging from my ass, my manpussy extended over an inch or more on its walls. And standing beside me was Ivan and that monster thick Russian tool, still hard as a rock and pointing straight out. Ivan pushed forward as his cockhead entered my mouth. I stared up at him, hunger written all over me. He had a mad look on his face, intense and crazy, almost menacing and slightly frightening, like someone possessed. I sucked on his cockhead greedily as I pumped on the hand-crank. I moaned as my asslips filled the vacuum tube, an extra intensity with a wave of sustained pleasure washing over me. I nursed Ivan's cock sucking it further into my mouth. Ivan held his balance on the bed, one hand on my shoulder, the free hand now tightly pinching on my right nipple. Hard. Soft. Hard. Soft. HARD! The nipple play, his thick cock now forcing itself in my mouth and the pumping pressure on my hole was just too much! URGGHHMMMMM! I moaned, sounding indecipherable with the monster sinking further into my mouth. Boom, boom, b o o m...the bass seemed to fade into the dark corners of the room as all the heightened sensations overcame me. I could only hear myself groan---but not from myself---it came from echoes emitting from the flatscreen speakers, as my eyes closed, dazed in pain and pleasure. Ivan pushed further, and despite the fact that I had swallowed this massive cock earlier, it felt alien and huge. I almost gagged. He continued to pinch hard on my nipples. He pushed in slightly, not really caring if I could manage the extra inch or so that was descending into my throat. I squeezed on the hand-crank twice, the pressure pulling my mancunt further into the vacuum. I could feel the edge of my pussylips fill and cling to the interior walls of the acrylic pump. It also tightened around the center phallic probe. It felt like I was squeezing a super hard cock while this exterior force was crushing my asslip walls at the same time. Ivan pushed harder, deeper, filling my throat. I tried to massage his shaft with my mouth, but my rhythm was thrown off as the intensity of his monster cock filled me and the pressure on my hole grew to a magnified level. I squeezed on the hand-crank once more as Ivan did the same with my nipple, only harder. It was too much. “Stop,” I protested, my voice muffled, pulling out, catching my breath as his thick cock slid out of my mouth, wet and sloppy with my saliva. “It’s too fucking intense!” I leaned back slightly and looked at the screen for guidance in between my legs. I pushed a finger around the base of the pump, applying a little pressure around my perineum, until the vacuum seal was broken, the pump now released. I pulled on it slowly as the thick tube came loose, the center probe revealing itself inch by inch as I dragged it out my hole, pulling the pump away. My asslips were engorged, glistening, fat and huge, dropping more than an inch from my ass. I took a deep breath, feeling my hole loose, open, free, relaxed, ENORMOUS. “HOLY SHIT!!!” Roberto exclaimed. The image on the screen vibrated as he was so excited, so turned on by the image in front of him, that he was shaking. He stepped back, fidgeted with the HD cam, locking it back on the tripod, adjusting it quickly as Ivan and I looked at him, then at the screen, as the image grew wider, the lens panning out. The lamp was still focused mostly on my hole, dripping, pulsing and huge, descending from my ass. Roberto stepped aside, walked to the end table beside the bed, licked the tip of one finger and dusted it generously with some Tina. He grinned at me and I smiled back in appreciation, as we all exchanged glances-not directly-but at each other on the flatscreen, flying and lost in the media over-saturation. He grabbed a pillow from behind me and positioned it under the rimchair. Roberto then climbed on the bed, laying on his back and slid under the chair, his face positioned under my ass. “Isso é tão bonito,” he whispered in between my legs as he inserted the Tina-laced finger, pushing it as far as it could go, deep into my hole. I opened the poppers and breathed deep in each nostril, repeated, then inhaled through my mouth. Roberto’s right arm reached upwards, palm open. I handed him the container and he took deep breaths also, turning his head to the side from under the rimchair. He handed the bottle back up and before I could grab it, Ivan took hold of it and followed my lead, inhaling from his mouth as he winked at me. He handed the container back to me as I tightened the lid. I felt something wet and slippery at my hole. On the flatscreen, Roberto’s face disappeared in between my legs, smothering itself on my ass. His long tongue glided through my hole, my manpussy lips still extended, dropping loose from the earlier pumping. He pulled on my asslips with both hands, spreading it gently as he let his tongue circle around the perimeter of my manpussy. He licked it slowly, devouring my manpussy, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. He moved his chin and brushed his light beard against my asslips. It felt like a million needles scratching on my very sensitive hole. It was an intense sting then rapidly became an overwhelming pleasure. OH FUCK!!!! I love it when a guy eats my hole this way, taking his time, taking it slow at first, building and building. The booty bump was starting to have effect as I could feel a new heat building inside my hole, an ever-increasing sensation that was only heightened by the poppers. Ivan jerked on his massive dick, the head an inch from my face. He was looking at me, looking at my hole on the screen, looking at Roberto’s snake between his legs which was still HARD and bouncing from excitement. I leaned forward just a bit and with my right hand grabbed that snake and slowly massaged it, feeling the weight, jerking on it. It was still super HARD! I turned slightly to my left as Ivan’s cockhead met my lips. I sucked his thick Russian tool slowly in, applying more and more pressure on his head as he moaned, his head turning more rapidly, watching the events unfold live in front of him and digitally represented on the screen. The combination of all the reflective sordid action was turning both of us on. I love my visuals with assplay. Roberto slurped between my legs. I was breathing rapidly, trying to spread my legs more for Roberto, jerking his dick, sucking on Ivan’s monster that was now slowly starting to fuck my mouth. I looked up at him, nodded in acceptance, as he pushed another inch in. I sucked harder. I squeezed Roberto’s shaft. He moaned in between my legs as I felt his tongue slide into my hole, darting in and out rapidly. “Tão aberto,” he moaned. From the flatscreen I saw his face lower from my engorged manpussy. He reached into my hole with a few fingers and gently made circlular motions, massaging my inner walls. His tongue darted back in, the tip folded to a point as he fucked my hole that way: tongue and fingers. He swirled his tongue around the fingers as if they were in a race with each other, darting from one side to the other, his tongue rapidly alternating with his fingers. The intense movement felt incredible as the booty bump was now pulsing deeper in my hole, like the beats of the music that started to creep back from the corners of the room, surrounding us…b o o m...boom...BOOM! I leaned my head back a little, my mouth opened wider as Ivan pushed further in. I let go of Roberto's snake and concentrated on Ivan's tool pushing on my throat while enjoying the heightened sensation between my legs. I motioned for Ivan to pause as I did more hits of poppers from my nose carefully. I was so HUNGRY I didn't want that monster cock to leave my mouth. Ivan grabbed the container from me and inhaled also. He handed it back to me as I sealed it. His cock pushed in another inch as he sensed the poppers having its immediate effect on me; my throat now invited him entry. Ivan pushed in another thick inch. I breathed in deep from my nose to get as much oxygen. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the intense sensations on both of my holes. I kept visualizing the inside of my throat getting looser, softer, open, like how my ass would be as the night continued. Ivan pushed more in, not being so gentle now as he could sense my allowance, my need, my hunger. OH FUCK!!! The weight and fullness, the rigidity of the massive cock felt incredible in my throat. Roberto meanwhile was now slowly licking the edges of my manpussy with the tip of his tongue, sliding it around that it felt like he was barely touching it, just teasing it, playing with it, making me more HUNGRY. "So beautiful," Roberto moaned from in between my legs. Clearly the poppers and booty bump was also having an effect on my manpussy. Roberto started kissing my asslips, his lips puckered, smacking against my hole. And then he would thrust his long tongue inside, swirl it around, rapidly, then slowly, then rapidly again. His tongue would pull out quickly and he would resume kissing my very sloppy asslips. Ivan pushed in further. My throat was so open now that he slid in several inches without any restraint from my part. The fullness inside me felt amazing as I massaged his shaft with my throat muscles. Roberto now started licking my hole gently, just teasing it with the tip of his tongue. FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!! The double assault on both of my holes was overwhelming. Ivan was moaning, enjoying the attention. I glanced down to Roberto's groin and saw his snake bouncing up and down uncontrollably, precum leaking out from his cockhead, creating a small pool near his navel. Ivan pushed harder, all of his cock now engulfed inside my mouth, my throat. His pubic hair tickled my nose. I twitched my manpussy and pushed it out for Roberto to devour. Fucking INTENSE. I pulled away from Ivan slowly, releasing his cock from my throat as I took a deep breath as the thickness of his tool emptied out of me. He grabbed his cock from the base and squeezed it, watching me, puzzled. I suddenly grabbed the seat of the rimchair from my sides and carefully stood up. In between my legs, Roberto looked dazed, surprised, bewildered. His tongue danced in the air, his face framed by the seat surrounding his head. I stood up for a second, stepped forward carefully as Ivan held me with one arm for balance. And then I positioned myself over Roberto's cock. He sensed what I was now doing and grabbed his cock firmly as it pointed up to my ass which was now descending onto that snake. OH YEAH !!!! Inside my hole, a beat pulsed and pulsed, in rhythm to the dark bass embracing us. The inner heat in me that had been building earlier needed to be satisfied. I felt Roberto's cockhead enter slowly. There was a light pinch but it felt pleasant, almost like a tease, a tickle. All his warm saliva and my assjuice had my hole well lubricated that the snake easily slid in. We both moaned at the same time. On the flatscreen Ivan repositioned himself, turning to his side facing the camera as he jerked on his massive cock. I rocked myself up and down slowly on Roberto's snake for a few strokes, feeling his shaft fill my hungry hole. There was no tension, no resistance. The booty bump and my hunger made my hole very relaxed. I sat down completely on his groin, his hard tool impaled in its full length inside me. I squeezed my hole muscles a bit and then relaxed, pushing out. Roberto moaned deeply as his hands grabbed my sides to keep me steady. I slowly started to pull myself up from him, but just an inch or so, then descend back down, fucking myself with his shaft that was hard as a rock. It felt fucking great! Ivan was on the screen looking mad and intense again, watching us fuck while beating on his thick tool in a furious pace. I rocked up and down, pulling up higher and higher as we watched the screen, Roberto's long shaft revealing itself inch by inch with my strokes. He was now rocking with me, fucking me gently, then rapidly. I kept my hole loose as his snake slid in and out. Ivan continued to jerk his dick in quick, short motions. The thick snake was moving in a faster speed, sliding through my hungry tunnel. I crouched myself up with my hands clutching on Roberto's thighs for balance. I sat up in position and held it there as Roberto thrust in and out, faster and harder, really FUCKING ME NOW, building his pace, FASTER AND FASTER. His cock moved rapidly on the screen as Ivan beat off in unison. Roberto grabbed my hips tighter and pushed me down HARD on his cock as he thrust DEEP into my hole. I felt a sudden pulse from the snake inside me as he came hard in multiple spasms. “ABRIGADO! ABRIGADDDO!” he yelled. After several minutes (or was it longer than that?) his hands released me as they fell to his side, resting on the bed. He gasped heavily behind me, catching his breath. I slowly slid off the snake, pulling away, moving forward to his knees, catching my breath. I barely had a minute to do that. Ivan lunged forward, bent over and thrust his massive, thick Russian monster at my mancunt. UGGGHHHHHH!!!! I screamed, shocked by the sudden assault that came with no warning. Roberto pulled back quickly from in between my legs, as he pushed the rimseat away, as it bounced towards the edge of the bed. He leaned over and watched the activity unfolding on the screen. I caught his eye looking at mine, he had a sinister face that stunned me…then comforted me. I winked back at him from the flatscreen. Ivan pushed HARD AND DEEP. I jerked forward, the violence of his fuck, rocking me. I still had the poppers in one hand and quickly uncapped the container, took deep breaths through my nostrils repeatedly, then a big inhale through my mouth, then closed the container. Ivan pushed HARDER, DEEPER. I was now gasping, lunging forward with each thrust as Ivan would pull out of my mancunt, then pushing back as he would fuck back into me. I pushed my mancunt lips out. I wanted to be super loose for him as he fucked me. Like a cunt. But a mancunt that he was now taking special care to attend, to feed, to breed. He fucked HARDER AND HARDER, each thrust seemed more violent than the one that preceded it. It was almost hurting, but I loved the pain. I would squeeze my ass for a second for the extra burn. OH FUCK!!!! Then with a deep breath, I would release my ass muscles, getting loose and sloppy. “FUCKIN’ BITCH MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan yelled over the dark, deep bass. He fucked harder a few more strokes, then pushed and fucked with such intensity from his last stroke that I almost got thrust to the edge of the bed. “AWWWW…YOU FUCKIN’ MANCUNT!!!!” Ivan protested again, thrusting one HARD LAST TIME---EXPLODING inside me, his cum a warm pool that added even more heat into my burning tunnel. On the flatscreen I could see Roberto jerking off his dick behind us. Ivan was now moaning, his head rocking violently side to side as he caught his breath with his massive tool still HARD inside me. He stood there, knees bent, his massive weight descending on me with that tool still pulsing. My inner hole was only getting warmer and warmer. And then, suddenly Ivan pulled out, stepped back a bit and knelt towards my hole. With his giant paws, he spread my asscheeks apart and dove in with his face. My back arched up in pleasure as his rough, fat tongue entered my very open, loose hole. Roberto jumped off the bed abruptly and grabbed the HD camcorder loose from the tripod and stood over us, zooming in. On the screen, my ass filled the horizontal frame, Ivan’s big hands bleeding off the edge, his now-giant tongue greedily licking away at my hole. I shook the poppers container and took deep breaths. HOLY FUCK!!! This was fucking intense. Ivan just kept going at my hope, sucking on it, eating his own cum that was mixed with Roberto’s warm contribution from earlier. There was so much cum from both of them that it was spilling out my engorged mancunt. Some of my asslips were so wet and moist with their man juice that it was almost white. A big glob of cum dripped from the side of Ivan’s tongue, falling off the edge of the frame. His tongue kept furiously sucking on my hole, spreading it apart with his fingers. Ivan then inserted his right index finger and attempted to fish out more of the warm liquid seed. His finger pulled out after a few seconds and was covered in cum that he then sucked off. Then the finger disappeared again into my hungry mancunt, open and inviting. He twisted that finger deep inside, fucking me for a few seconds with force, then would stop and try to feel inside, grabbing what he was hunting for. The finger would exit my hole still covered with more man juice! On the screen his finger got larger and larger as he pushed it towards Roberto and the lens. The finger was swallowed on screen, Roberto’s chin peaking into the frame, his tongue lapping away at Ivan’s thick finger. The image on the screen suddenly went dark as Roberto lost control, sucking on Ivan’s finger, his hand with the camera now at his side, the lens pointed towards a dark corner of the room. The bass crept behind us again. Roberto leaned into Ivan and started kissing him deep, his tongue trying to get and taste what man juice he could grab. I leaned forward, squeezing myself away from Ivan, turning around, facing them as they shared their cum between each other. I shook the poppers container again, opened it and fed it to both hungry men who took deep breaths of the nasty aroma without releasing their locked lips. I fed myself then closed the container, tossed it aside, and with my other hand, felt my manpussy. It was wet, sloppy, moist, open and dripping. I pushed several fingers inside coating it with more man juice. I then fed the coated fingers to both men, who stared at me, with a deep hunger, like thirsty animals on the prowl. I leaned forward, stuck my tongue out and shared the cum with both of them, our tongues dancing to the dark beat behind us. FUCK. I LOVE TAKING BREAKS. On the flatscreen the lens gazed in the darkness, the automatic lighting meter resetting itself, a sparkle of light emitting on the corner of the frame as my sling started to glow in the shadows.