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Breeding Boyfriends Club I was out for some beers after work with one of my colleagues and my new assistant. My boss, Patrick, is older, early 50s, and smoking hot, recently divorced, newly out, and playing the field with a few casual dates here and there. My new assistant, Alex, is late 20s, latin, short, and adorably ripped. We were chatting out about dating and I told them things were fine if not just a touch stale with my boy. My assistant winked suggesting he knew a way to liven things up. He mentioned that he and his ex had gone on PrEP and went to a club where every week a circle of guys offered up his boyfriend to get fucked by the guys in the club, preferably raw. I dropped my jaw not at the idea of Alex sharing his boyfriend raw, but that he acted like it wasn’t a big deal. Meanwhile, I was getting hard under the table. He explained that the move for the new job, and not having health insurance for the next three months until our plan kicked in, he’d gone off PrEP and was hornier than ever. My boss hadn’t said anything since Alex had told us about the club. He cleared his throat, and said he and one of the guys he was casually seeing would love to start something like that. Patrick confessed to us that he really got off on sharing his boyfriend too. They'd talked and fantasized about it but never followed through. Patrick told me that he got hard thinking about it and stood up to show us his massive cock stretching out his pants. He winked at me and suggested it would be a fun way to spice up my relationship. Alex’s eyes twinkled. He suggested we put an ad online and see if we could get a group started as soon as possible. I promised to discuss it with my boy to see if he'd consider having some fun like that. Alex had said he’d round up a willing bottom to take on the group, so my boy was off the hook for at least a meeting. That night over dinner, I mentioned it to my boy, and he eagerly nodded that it would be a fun way to get some spark back. I’d go to the first meeting, see how it went, and report back. He said that he'd seriously considering getting barebacked by a few strangers. That got me so hard and wet. I bent him right over the kitchen table and started eating his ass. He told me he'd love for me to eat a guy's load out of his hole. I lined up my cock and slid all the way in. It was as if he loosened up just thinking about taking fresh raw cock. My boy and I had a serious talk about opening things up and starting PrEP. I called our doctor's office the next morning, and, of course, we couldn’t get an appointment until after the first meeting, so I agreed to play safe while fucking the willing victim. When the day of the first breeding session came around, Alex’s friend bailed. Alex, Patrick, and I spoke in hushed tones in the office kitchen. Alex wasn't sure he hadn't recently caught something and had maybe passed it to his boyfriend. Patrick was glad to offer up one of the guys he was seeing, and again, showed us his massive hardon straining his pants. I nearly dropped to my knees and swallowed my boss's hard cock right there. With a few hurried text messages to the guy he was seeing, he offered to host the party at his place. After work, I went home to shower, change, and put a few condoms in my pocket. I kissed my boy and headed directly to Patrick’s to safely fuck a stranger with a few colleagues and new friends. Patrick had a swanky big house. He let me in, greeting me naked at the door, with his massive cock swinging, already half-hard and drooling precum. He’d had mattresses placed in the living room and there were already a few strangers standing around naked. Alex wrapped his arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. He started fingering my ass and I reminded him that I was doing the fucking tonight. He jovially frowned and ran to answer the doorbell. Alex led in Patrick’s date, Matt, a sweet-looking skinny twink with bangs over his eyes. He was clearly nervous. About six guys in all were there to top Matt, all strangers to him except his casual boyfriend, Patrick. I admired this dude for being willing to take on so many new cocks. Patrick went first, even though he was very well hung. Matt got on all fours and Patrick slid his big dick into Matt with one easy go. Alex cradled his head and asked if he’d done anything to prepare for our loads. He explained that he’d lubed up with two of his roommate’s loads freshly fucked into him. Alex oinked approval as Patrick came deep inside. Alex went next. His caramel ass looked so good flexing as he hammed his cum into Matt’s loosening hole. I went next, with a condom and sloshed around in his stretched-out ass and cummy messiness. I came in the condom and the next guy assumed his position. I rolled my filled condom off. The guy raw inside Matt took the condom from me and squirted my load all over his dick and fucked it right inside. After a another guy, Matt collapsed, exhausted, not ready to take on that last cock. Matt excused himself to the bathroom and Patrick followed him to make sure he was alright. Alex bravely assumed the position so the last guy could get his nut. Alex asked me to hold him up. I held his head against my chest and spread his cheeks for the last man, a sexy tall blond guy neither of us knew. Naturally, the stranger went raw and filled him with cum. Patrick had come back after seeing Matt out and was jerking off when the final stranger came. He slid right in and bred Alex. I jerked my cock until I came and shot my second load all over Alex's open asshole. As Alex fingered my load into his guts, he looked up to me and told me it was a thrill taking raw cum, especially after quitting PrEP. So hot. I was still hard and slid my cock into his ass, coating my dick with cum. Alex offered to clean me up, but I had a raunchier idea. I got dressed as the party was breaking up and headed home after texting my boy telling him to be naked, lubed, and ready to get bred as soon as I walked in the door. I walked into our place and directly to the bedroom, where my boy’s ass was moist and shiny with lube and ready to get fucked. I pulled my pants down to my knees and slid right in, still rock hard even after shooting two loads. Some of that globby cum leaked off from my cock seeped into my boy’s guts. As I told him about the party, he was out of his mind with lust, begging me to share all that cum. I came deep inside him and stayed there until I was soft. My cock plopped out and he squatted down capturing my third load of the night and remnants of strangers’ seed from my cock, and dripped it into his mouth. He grabbed the back of my neck and fed it to me. Three weeks later it was time for my boy’s turn in the spotlight. He was ready to take cum from strangers, my boss, and my assistant without protection of any kind. He was ready, but was I? To be continued...

John is a good friend. He is younger, around thirty, 70 kilos and around 1.75cm. But he looks much younger. He goes to the gym so he looks like a wrestle. People tend to like him. I guess it is his smile. Tops adore him. I guess it is his nice round smooth bubble butt… one think I know for sure… he definitely knows how to use it. He is a cumdump like me. But I enjoy so much watching him getting fucked that I don’t mind sharing the tops with him. He is one of those law key good hearted bottoms who deny no cock and after they take the load they say thank you. I am different. I say the Next. We first met in a bareback party one Thursday evening in a bar. We happened to put our asses on a bench… side by side. He smiled in a way that only generous bottoms do. So I decided to be nice… I shared my poppers with him. Later on we had a beer and we laughed talking about the importance of semen in our hole, both agreeing that we are focused more to the sperm than the size of the dick who delivers it. In bareback parties I seldom talk. With him it was different. We clicked. I had seen the scars on his hands so I knew he was a slammer but I didn’t say anything about our common chem habbits . I am old enough to know when and where I ask questions. I even gave him my load. It is so nice to meet a bottom who is more bottom than me and his hole was so nice and sloppy that I couldn’t resist. When I bred him he said thank you to me as well. I told you he is a really nice guy. In the next few months I met him three or four times. Always in those bareback parties. And always in clubs. Every time we met each other we kept the same routine. Bend on our knees and getting fucked doggy style taking loads from random tops, then going to the bar having a drink and then return back on the bench sharing the poppers. It was in one of those Thursdays that he asked me to go to his place after the party and sleep together. Just sleep. I had no plans for the next morning so I agreed. Nice studio apartment. Big bed. Big kitchen. Two big bathrooms. A huge TV that played straight porn with no sound. And all the glasses of windows painted in black. You had to slide the glass to see the daylight. I was OK with that. I like pitch dark when I sleep. And my sleep is not easy since I know a thing or two of slamming my self. We had a nice long shower. We drank our cocoa milk and we slept. I was still a student in the University the last time I shared the sleep with a bottom. I have to admit. It was a comfortable sleep. He had a way to make things easy with the snuggle. I am usually not good with intimacy. But with him was different. I loved the touch of his skin of his back stucking on my belly. It seems that I have missed a good snuggle more than I wanted it to admit. Next morning I woke up first, cooked some scrambled eggs and made some tea. “So Johnny”, I said when he was drinking his chamomile tea. “What’s on your mind? ” I took him a bit by surprise. “What do you mean? “ he asked. “I mean you need something. All this time we know each other you smile and you are friendly, and I thank you for that, but the truth is that you were checking me out. “You never flirt the tops they fuck you, you are friendly of course with them but always distant, you don’t share data about your life and your name is not John but its Stephan…“ I had seen a bill for the electricity stuck with a magnet on the fridge. “Which It is ok by me. You have every reason to protect your privacy, just next time you bring someone you don’t know, be a bit more careful and not leave traces around… but to let you know… I will continue to call you John… ” He blushed. “John is fine with me… And sorry… you deserved to know my true name at least.” I smiled my way. The father figure way that I carry only to certain occasions. And he was still a good guy. There are certain truths that you don’t share easily specially with people you meet in parties sharing loads and poppers. He got more relaxed. “So you were checking me out to see if you can trust me and then you brought me to your place to see if I fit and then you asked me to sleep as for a test to see how safe you can be when you are vulnerable. Isn’t that right? “ Now he was really speechless… “Damn you are good… what is your job you said? “ “Look kid I am a cumdump. But I am a really good one. One of the best you will ever encounter. And I guess I have been wandering in those steep hills of depravity quite a long time to recognize the whatever hidden agendas… And you are right. I like you… so you have no reason to feel awkward as long as you are not keeping me in the dark with your true intentions. So what’s up? “. He had a last zip of the tea. He looked at me like a boyscott ready to start an adventure. And then he spelled it out. “I have my birthday next Saturday. I want to celebrate it with a bang. I want to become a hole. A true hole like the one you see in the creampie gangbang porn films. Where one man after the other enter the room get hard shove it in give the load and then go. But I can not do it alone. And It is not something I can ask from any of my friends without them freaking out… So I had to find someone who can understand and not judge and with whom I can feel safe when and if the door opens and the cocks start pouring in…” What a great way to celebrate the new decade. He was waiting for my response. “Tops are a bit possessive. Bottoms are easier to trust… “ he continued. Well I guess he has a point. But all these stereotypes are a bit dated. Or maybe I am dated. I had to give an answer. Stood up and went to pee. I needed some time to gather my thoughts. The kid was brave. Braver than what I used to be twenty years ago. That’s for sure. He was washing the dishes. I took the towel to dry them. My voice was firm. Damn I could be a decent Top using that voice. “OK… but you need some training for that particular night. We have a week. If you are to become a hole you wish than you will have to slam hard and go to the zone…Do not look at me like I am any wizard. I know you slam kiddo… Look at your arms. No matter how good you cover them with make up I can see your small scars. Look I love being close to a chem slam hole. So… yes I can do what you are asking me…. Be by your side and make sure you get not into trouble and you won’t get robbed from your nice silverware. But to do so you have to follow my orders. With ‘no buts and no ifs’… and most important ‘no secret agendas’... I am I clear? “ He shook his head and then gave me that smile. Damn kiddo… what a beautiful smile….

WARNING: No sex in this chapter, just setup for the next one ------------------ Part 87 - Clinical Test The alarm went off and Jeff picked up his phone. The list of things on that day’s to-do list was bigger than normal. He thumbed through them and in addition to his classes and a lecture he wanted to see that night was the reminder to go to the clinic and get his blood test. He had been feeling a bit more run down than normal, he had a cough that he couldn’t get rid of and the night sweats like when he converted were back. He looked over and Ryan’s bed was still made and there was no sign of him. “He probably spent the night over at Steven’s again” Jeff thought, somewhat envious. Jeff finished up his two afternoon classes and then took the bus downtown to the Jones clinic. He walked in just like it was any other building at school, chuckling to himself as he remembered how nervous he was the first few times he came here. He walked up and checked in with Douglas and joked with him a bit. Douglas asked, like he always did, when Jeff was gonna bend over for him and take his strain. “You just have to ask Master Kyle” was Jeff’s response every time. Jeff sat down and looked around at the crowd in the waiting room. Some were familiar faces and some were new. The door opened and he looked to see who it was and in walked someone who was visibly shaking. More like scared to death. The guy paused and looked around and then walked up to the receptionist's desk. Jeff thought the guy looked familiar and was trying to remember where he had met him. It took a few moments but then he remembered - the frat party. It was the guy that he fucked behind the speakers and who gave him his number. “C… Carl… Corey… Connor. Yeah, that was it. Connor” he thought. Jeff watched him and after he had checked in, waved him over. Jeff saw panic in his eyes and knew that Connor didn’t want anyone he knew to see him in this place. Reluctantly he walked over to Jeff and sat down. “Hey. I haven’t seen you since the party during the holidays” Connor said dryly. “Yeah. Sorry I haven’t called. Its been a really busy semester and then I thought it had been too long” Jeff replied. There was a long, awkward pause and Jeff then asked “In for your regular test?” Connor looked horrified. “This was my first one. I’m supposed to get the results today. I’m really nervous.” “Oh, yeah. The first one is always the worst. Once you start doing them regularly it gets a lot easier and there’s no stress” Jeff told him. “I guess” replied Connor. “You waited a long time to get your first STD test, you really need to do them if you’re getting any action” Jeff said with a grin. He could see Connor squirm in his chair, unnerved by Jeff’s comments. “I suppose. A buddy told me I should get tested since he got something and isn’t sure if he gave it to me. He won’t tell me what it is. He said it would just worry me. I heard the same thing from another fuckbuddy a few weeks ago so I decided I better do it” Connor said glumly. “Don’t worry. Even if you did catch something, they can treat it and you can go on being that hot fucker that I met at the party” Jeff said, trying to cheer him up. “JEFF” the nurse called out and Jeff put his hand on Connor’s shoulder as he got up. “Just relax. Everything will be fine” Jeff said as he turned and walked over to the nurse. Once inside the examining room Jeff told the nurse “Can you delay Connor’s appointment until I’m back out in the waiting room. I want to be there in case he needs someone to talk to.” “Did you have anything to do with his test results?” the nurse asked with a devilish grin. “Maybe” Jeff replied. He waited for Dr. Simms to come into the room and they went through the usual exam before Jeff told him about feeling run down, the cough and the night sweats. The doctor examined him further and reminded Jeff he really should have his cage removed before he came for his visits to the clinic. “Sorry, it just seems to be a part of me now and I don’t notice it” Jeff said. “Have you been sexually active with anyone new?” the doctor asked. “No, it’s been the same guys. The last time I was with someone new was a party just before Christmas” Jeff replied. “Was it just one person?” Dr. Simms asked. Jeff blushed “Uh… no” Jeff said looking down at his feet. “How many? I assume, with the cage, you were the receptive partner?” the doctor inquired. “I was the top that night since my cage was off. There was one guy and then later there was a group of five or six” Jeff said, embarrassed about his debauchery. Dr. Simms looked at Jeff with surprise. “Oh my. You were quite the stud that night. You realize that you could have infected everyone you penetrated, right?” he asked. “Yes, sir. I think one of them was already infected, but I don’t know about the others. One of them is out in the waiting room now. He is supposed to get his results today” Jeff said solemnly. “You shouldn’t be ashamed Jeff. As we told you when you were diagnosed, we expect you to be sexually active and will be infectious for a while. With your numbers its very possible that you infected at least one or two of those people with just one contact. You don’t even need to ejaculate inside them to be able to infect them. Do you know the name of the guy that is here today?” Dr. Simms asked. “Connor. I don’t know his last name. I didn’t see him again until today. He looks really worried” Jeff said. “Ah. OK” the doctor said before quietly adding “He has a reason to be concerned.” “You mean he’s poz?” Jeff asked. “I can’t tell you that, Jeff. It’s confidential. Are you going to help him if he needs emotional support?” the doctor asked. “I can if I have to” Jeff replied. “Good, he may need someone to talk to. Now, back to you. I’m going to have some extra blood tests done and a few swabs and we’ll figure out what to do about that cough. I think the sweats are just a drop in your immune system and the viruses trying to take advantage of it. Make an appointment to come back early next week and we will see if things are getting better on their own or if we need to take some action. Head down to the lab and get your blood drawn and then stay out in the waiting room” Dr. Simms said. Jeff went down to the lab and waited as usual. He looked over the guy that was in line in front of him. He had seen him a few times before and thought he was kind of cute and tried to imagine him naked. Soon, he was sitting in the chair looking at Tyler. Tyler was flipping through a folder and finally said “I think you’ve been holding out on me. There is nothing in here about you being some ravenous breeder in December. We had an uptick in new infections in January and a bigger one in February, but I never would have thought that you had anything to do with it.” “Uh, I guess I forgot. It’s the only time I ever did anything like that. I was horny and my master let my cock out of its cage…” Jeff said. “I’m not upset Jeff. I think its kinda hot having a sub bottom suddenly spending a night topping a bunch of guys. What happened?” Tyler asked. Jeff told him about the frat party, fucking Connor behind the speakers, the DJ watching and then fucking Connor too, and then last the group of guys that were taking turns on his cock on the dance floor. “Ah, it was you guys that started the frat epidemic? Uh, can you describe the DJ?” Tyler asked. Jeff had a really good memory and he could still see in his mind the DJ stroking off watching him fuck Connor and then walking over and then the DJ fucking Connor. Jeff closed his eyes and pictured him and said “Uh, he was a little taller than me, seemed to be mixed race like black and asian. He had a long goatee, probably four or five inches off his chin. He had a row of piercings in each ear and large piercings in his nipples. His cock was long and pierced too. He was wearing a red jockstrap and red high tops.” Jeff opened his eyes and saw the look of surprise on Tyler’s face. “That’s really impressive. Do you remember everyone like that?” Tyler asked. “No, it’s just that I thought he was really sexy. The other guys I don’t really remember except for the one guy who had ginger hair, a scar on his chest and a bunch of tattoos” Jeff replied. “Damn, you might have gotten a twofer or more that night then” Tyler said as he set up the syringe and blood containers for the draw. Tyler pushed the needle in and started getting the blood samples. “Twofer?” Jeff asked. “Yeah, thats where you infect multiple guys with one load. Usually its the bottom and another top but it can just be other tops” Tyler explained as he pulled the needle out of Jeff’s arm and put the bandage on. “You mean Connor and the DJ are both poz now?” Jeff asked. Tyler raised his finger to his lips and said “We can’t divulge that information, Jeff” and then grinned back at him. “What did you mean about the frat epidemic?” Jeff asked as Tyler changed the blood vial. “Oh nothing, it just seems that one fraternity house suddenly had a lot of new HIV infections and it trickled over to several other houses and a few sororities” Tyler explained. With his arm bandaged, Jeff walked out into the waiting room and Connor was gone. He hoped that he was getting his results and hadn’t run away, afraid of what they would be. Jeff sat down and waited. About twenty minutes later, Connor walked out of the door from the examination rooms, his face several shades paler than normal and his eyes dazed. He walked over to an empty chair and sat down. Jeff went over and sat down next to him. “You ok, Connor?” Jeff asked. “I’m so fucked” he said. “No you’re not. Things will work out ok. What did they say” Jeff asked. “I’m fucking poz, dude. No one’s gonna want to touch me any more. I’m gonna be some AIDS guy just waiting to die. And who knows how many guys I gave it to without knowing. They said it wasn’t a fresh infection so I could have been infecting guys for months” Connor said. “Come on, Connor. There are lots of guys around that have HIV. They got drugs now that can keep it in check and you’ll live as long as anyone else. In the short term, you fuck with other poz guys and when you can’t infect anyone you’ll be the safest fuck around” Jeff said trying to encourage him. “Yeah, they told me about the drugs. I gotta come back next week to talk about it. They want me to talk to their shrinks first… Every Fucking Day” Connor said, tears running down his face. He looked up at Jeff and said “How come you know all this shit?” Jeff took a deep breath and said “Cuz I’m poz too.” “Fuck, I infected you too? Oh my god… Dude, I’m so sorry” Connor said before he started to sob again. “Connor, don’t worry. I’m ok with being poz. It was a shock at first but the more I found out, the less of a problem it is. I just gotta keep coming in and getting tested to make sure I’m ok. Hell, I’ve gotten fucked a lot more since it happened and met a lot of great guys that happen to be poz too” Jeff said. He felt a little guilty inside bending the truth, but he figured it would help Connor overcome his depression. “CONNOR?” a nurse called out. Connor got up and headed to a different door than Jeff had ever used. He squinted and saw the sign next to it said “Counseling.” He stayed around and texted Ryan that he had run into the guy from the frat party and the guy just tested poz.

Part 4 I shortly woke up a few hours waking up before my parents got home. I needed to go on my daily run since I had not worked out at all let week. I don’t regret anything I did it had done to be lay week. Jason helped me discover my true self. I finally admitted to myself I had buried thoughts I had about guys after seeing what Jason why through. Now I was free in more ways then one. Free to enjoy sex another man and free from the fear of HIV since I was exposed to the big multiple times since my older brother first fucked me over a week ago. The only freedom I didn’t have was in my service to Steven as my pimp. The idea of serving as a fuck toy for the wealthy men Steven had looked up was rather exciting. I had a steady supply of Tina, already made $600 I tips and received a great blow job from the twink Steven was fucking. The only restriction was to be available evenings when Steven needed me to meet with whomever he had for me too meet. I was on my run I came across Bruce who was our student trainer a couple years back. This past year he was a freshman at a major college in the state. His father told me he was working with the athletic department's sports medicine department. I heard rumors that he was gay so when I saw him out undying of his house I stopped to say hello. I could tell he was surprised I stopped to talk to him as we chatted about this and that, you know, the usual bull shit about classmates. I asked him how the girls were at college and could tell by his answer that he was embellishing his experiences. Bruce asked me how the high school tail was. I didn’t lie, although I left out some details, when I told him “Lately I’ve discovered an older crowd.” He smiled as I spoke and I could see this cock twitch. I invited him to hang out at my place. I knew his house was one of the new that didn’t have a backyard pool. He happily accepted my invitation and said “I'll come by tomorrow, say 10?” I told him, “Right on, That’ll be great.” When I got back to my house after my run I sent a text to Steven telling him about Bruce and my wanting to corrupt him tomorrow. Steven replied, ‘sounds investing, what does Bruce look like?’ I sent him Bruce’s description, 19, 5’10”, 135 pounds, slim buddy, and promised to send a picture when he comes over tomorrow. Steven texted back, ‘he sounds cute….tell you what, been meaning to tell you to shave your pubes off. with how young you look I know a few guys that would get off on the illusion of you being younger teen your real age’ His text about me shaving my pubes had me stunned. I remember most of the boys who were at the party Friday night along with most of the guys that fucked me last week had little or no pubic hair. I figured why not if he was going to let me work on Bruce. I texted back, ‘i'll shave my pubes’ I then received a video call from Steven. He wanted to watch me shaving my pubes. I shaved my cock and what little hair I had around my ass. Steven commented, “Nice, I like the look. Don’t forget under your arms too.” I followed his direction and shaved under my arms listening to Steven telling me what a hot jock ass I had and what a great fucking my ass gave. My pubes were all gone and Steven gave me the all clear to make a move I Bruce with one more condition, but wanted me to live stream the action for him to watch. I had no problem with that, in fact the thought of Steven watching us turned me on. I woke the next morning excited at Bruce coming over to hangout. I threw on a pair of maternal shorts and went downstairs . I saw my parents who didn’t say a word about the other night and ate breakfast. I took a quick shower and went out by the pool. I had my tablet set up so that it wound capture all the action by the pool. Like clockwork Bruce showed up at 10 am. He had on a pair of board shorts and a tank top. I asked if he’d like something drink. He just nodded his head. I told him, “Have a seat and relax while I go grab drinks.” I fixed a couple Cokes with GHB, putting a larger dose in Bruce’s drink and added a splash of rum and some Tina. I took the drinks out and handed Bruce his spiked cola. I you a could good hefty swigs from my drink and sad down. We chatted some as Bruce nervously gulped his drink. Before he knew it, he had finished off his drink and asked for another one. I finished mine off and headed inside to fix a could more. This time I fixed Bruce the same as I did with his first drink although I put in more Tina. I could see the sweat start to form on his forehead and knew the Tina was working. I took a gulp of my drink and commented, “It’s starting to get pretty hot. I think I’m going to get in the pool.” I quickly dropped my shorts and jumped into the cold water buck ass naked. When I came back to the surface and looked up at Bruce who had a semi shocked look on his face. I wasn’t stud if his shocked look beats he couldn't believing I was skinny dipping or the fact that he caught a glimpse of my hard cock when I dropped my shorts. I watched him take a couple big sips of his drink like he was trying to get courage from the alcohol in his drink. The courage that came from his drink was in the form of G and T. Seeing the glassy looks I his eyes, his pupils growing larger with the increase in the sweat I knew the drugs were flowing and would cloud his judgement. Looking up at him with a big smile I asked him, “Are you going to stand there or join me?” I think he was trying to decide if he should take his board shorts off. I knew what I said too him next would help me get him where I wanted him to be of I was to corrupt him further. “Dude it’s just us. I skinny dip all the time when my parents aren’t around. It’s cool with me either way. You can swim with your board shorts on or you can take them off. That’s up to you as long as you get your ass in the pool.” Without hesitation Bruce pulled the tie in his board shorts and dropped them to the pool deck and jumped in the water. When he finally came back up I smile at him and said, “Nice choice.” Bruce smiled at me and I could see the wheels spinning as he tried to think of what to say to me. I caught his eyes drift down trying to make it my still hard cock. When his eyes came back up to meet my gaze and the shit rang grin on my face. He quickly matched my grin as I silently moved closer to him. I knew he was turned on when the tips of our hard cocks touched right before we leaned in towards each other and kissed. He was great kisser as our tongues dualed in and out of each other’s mouths. I knew we were both on the same wave length when we almost simultaneously reached for each other’s hard cocks. After we stopped kissing I suggested, “Why don’t we take this to my bedroom.” I had a camera hidden in my bedroom to capture the action there as well. Wet picked up some new double I the way to my bedroom (Bruce's was pre spiked with G and T). Bruce had already finished his drink when we got to my bedroom and dropped to his knees taking him cock down to the root. Damn, he was a good cock sucker, I was hoping he’d turn out to be a good bottom. After Bruce had been bobbing up and when in my cock for about 5 minutes I figured it was time to take things up a notch. I reached for my pipe that I had already loaded with an ample amount of Tina, lit my torch and heated the bowl. Bruce let my hard cock slip from his mouth as looked up at me and asked, “You smoking weed?” As I blew out the white smoke from my lungs I replied, “No something better.” He stood up with a curious look in his eye. I knew his inhibitions were definitely lowered by the glassy look I his eyes from the G and T he had consumed I his drink. His pupils were very dilated and glassy. I knew he was G'ed out. So I want surprised when he asked, “Can I try it?” The burn was still warm as I heated it for another hit when he asked me if he could try the pipe. I shook my head yes as I took a second hit completely filling my lungs. Bruce the reached for the pipe, but instead I leaned in to kiss him. He seemed to understand what I was thinking as he emptied the air from his. Lungs in time to take the sole from my lungs. He room as much as he sounds as only a little bit escaped or lip lock. The shotgun turned into a passionate kiss as I let him edge my north with his tongue. When we finally stopped kissing Bruce blew out an impressive cloud and I asked him, “How about another one, but this time you hit the pipe and shotgun it to me.” I explained how to heat the bowl so not to burn what’s I the bowl and to slowly inhale. Bruce did exactly as I instructed. He leaned: and we locked lips as before and I inhaled the smoke from his lungs. This time when we kissed my tongue probed his mouth. I had Bruce sit down on my bed. It was my turn to suck cock while Bruce hit the pipe. He let out a site moan as I began to guide him a good job. While I worked his cock with my oral skills he hit the pipe 5 times. In between his hits he softly moaned letting me know he was ready for more. I lifted his legs and moved down to his taint licking my way towards his hole. I paused to admire the hairless, pink pucker I was ready to introduce to the joy of bareback sex. I waited until he blew out his latest hit of Tina. By my count he had just sucked in his sixth lung full of Tina to go with what he had in hits 3 drinks. I was kissing the areas around the hole, taint, inner thighs and his butt crack. Once be exhaled a huge cloud I dove my tongue into his pink pucker. Three soft moans changed into deeper and louder moans as I probed his hole with my tongue. Bruce's hole opened up altering my tongue you penetrate in further. It was easy to tell that his hole was hungry and eager to be filled ass I felt it trying to suck my tongue inside. I tongued as deep as possible while Bruce ran both of his hand through my hair. Anytime I would slightly pull back to get the air Bruce used the hands on my head to pull me back into his ass. I knew he was you’re duty the pickings and flashed a pre arranged signal for Steven to know that soon Bruce was going to get fucked. I pulled out a bottle of Tina laced lube Steven provided and a good size rock of Tina. I began to alternate between fingering and licking his hungry hole. All this stimulation was driving Bruce crazy as his moaning few louder and he sees moving his ass around. As I worked more of the Tina laced lube into Bruce’s hole he complained, “They burns a little.” I took the opportunity of this distraction to slip the rock of Tina into his ass and answered him, “Yeah I’m using a warning lube. You every had your hope played with before like this?” As I pushed the rock as deep as I possibly could into his ass I also kissed and listed his home and the areas around his home to keep him distracted from the new burn he was about to feel. Bruce’s complaint continued as he says, “Ouch! Now that’s really burning.” Quickly his complaints turned it is soft moans which turned hungry loud moans as he began to buck back against my hand as I continued to finger fuck. I stood up from where I had been on my knees feasting on his hairless ass, looked down at Bruce. He was ready to be fucked. I pulled my fingers out of his hungry hole to hear a whimper of disappointment from Bruce. I picked up his legs and rotated him still his head was on the pillow. I put his calves on my shoulders and teased him with the tip of my rock hard 8”cock. Every time I would brush the trip up against his hole Bruce would try and push back I an attempt to get me inside him. I leaned down, gave him a deep passionate kiss before I told him, “I am going to fuck you so good and breed that cute trainer ass.” Bruce looked at me as I got my cock ready to penetrate him and said, “I only play safe.” I answered him, “You used to play safe.” The pushed ¾ of my cock in one thrust. He looked as if he was trying too process what I had just said to him as I pulled back and half way thrusted all of my cock into his ass.

I showered and cleaned up the sauan. It was pretty quiet the Bill called me over. "I've got an errand for you, since its quiet." He said. "Get dressed" I put on some clothes and went to the reception desk where he handed me a package with the name of a local hospital on it. He gave me an address and said "take this over and give it to Mick - its his meds which he forgot to pick up from the clinic." "I's a basement flat. He lives there with some other guys who are all poz, though not all on meds." I felt my heart skip a beat and he gave me a filthy smile. "They're pretty far gone, most of them and they don't have the cash to visit the sauna often. I told them you're coming over. It's up to you whether you want to stay for while." Then he raised an eyebrow and I knew what he meant. Did I want to stay and have sex with these men. I took the package. The flat was about 20 minutes walk away in a run down area of old victorian buildings. I went down some steps and knocked on a peeling fron door with carboard in the window and an overflowing rubbish bin next to it. I knocked, and the door opened to reveal a dark hallway with an overwhelming smell of body odour, cigarette smoke and the tang of poppers. The man in the doorway was fat, short, balding and dresed in a stained threadbare dressing gown. "Wotcher want?" He growled looking me up and down. "I...I'm Timmy." I said, recoling from the smell and his grubby appearance. "I've got something for Mick." He smiled revealing stained teeth and the tongue which licked his lips was furred yellow/green. "Oh, right. Heard about you. Come in." He turned and I followed him into the hall way. "Mick ain't here, but you can leave his stuff." He scratched under the robe which gaped open to reveal a flabby belly and masses of hair around a heavy cock. I swallowed, feeling repelled as he scratched busily in his groin, but I was also excited especially as the strong smell of poppers made my head swim. I put the package on the floor and stood awkwardly. "Come and meet the others." He said, noticing my glance at his dangling cock. "Bill said you was a good boy, real friendly like." and he leered at me and laughed. Before I could speak, he led me down the hall and into a small sitting room, dimly lit by a small window high up on the wall. It was smokey and smelled of sweat and worse. There were two sofas on which sat five or six men, all old and all looking like they needed a bath. Several were just wearing singlets and underpants. Others were smoking and they were watching porn on an old TV as they passed a bottle of poppers around. It was really hot and I felt sweat trickling in my armpits. "Well. aintcha gonna sit down?" I squeezed on to a sofa between two old trolls who were watching the TV and sniffing poppers. They ignored me as did the guy who had let me in. I was wondering what to do when the man next to me, dressed only in his underwear said "Fuck, this porn has got me on the go!" He pulled his undepants down and a thick, swollen cock slapped against his hairy belly. It was slimey with pre-cum and I noticed what looked like blisters under the head. "I could do with a fuck!" Suddenly, the other man's boney fingers were on my belt, undoing it and unzipping my fly. "Know what you mean, Fred. I could do with some arse around my cock." As they spoke, they dragged my trousers off, followed by my underpants. The man who'd let me in came over with a filthy tube of lube. "So when's your next clinic appointment Fred?" He said as they pulled me round so I was kneeling on the sofa. "Next week" They spread my arse roughly apart and I felt cool lube being rubbed into my anus. "I guess I'll have to go on meds soon." I heard Fred say as he got heavily off the sofa. "Viral load's through the roof." He got behind me, and I felt his cock against my arsehole. What was I doing? This was a disgusting old man, in a filthy flat, about to put his diseased cock in me without even caring who I was, that I was just an upraised arse and a hole to fill. The man who'd let me in, who I later found out was called Paul, matter of factly pushed some poppers under my nose and as the chemical washed through me, Freds thick, diseased cock slid wetly up into my rectum. In front of me, Paul's robe was open and he was scratching his groin and complaining about it, even as he offered me his swelling cock to suck as Fred fucked me in long, slow, delicious strokes. I was lost. I couldn't resist as the poppers and the thick cock in me made me gasp with pleasure. "Oh yeah!" said Paul. "Fill it up, Fred. Let some others have a go!" Fred was grunting and thrusting hard and I realised he was about to come in me. I felt a moment's fear, a moments regret, and then he gave a pig-like grunt, pushed against me, and I felt his cock throbbing as he spurted into me. When he finished he gave a sigh. "That were good!" He said, sliding his softening cock out of me. A drool of cum slithered over my balls and he scooped it up with his finger and pushed it back in. I stood up, my cheeks flushed with shame and looked across the room. Two men were on the other sofa, one pale and gaunt, the other wizzened with sores around his mouth. They had pushed their clothes down and were jacking their erections as they chatted about someting. Paul grabbed my arm and led me over. "Any one want some tea?" He said. As he spoke, he turned me round and I felt hands on my hips pulling me down on to another cock. It slid easily up me through the spunk and the lube until I was sitting on the old man's lap, impaled on his cock. "Two sugars in mine." I heard him say behind me and then he started to thrust up into me and empty his sperm with the rest...

This story is fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. That written, I'd love to have it go down this way. Traveling for business allows me time cruise the hook-up sites for guys in different cities. It is an enjoyable pastime since I am usually trapped in a hotel room with no place to go and nothing better to do with my evenings. I was in the middle of one of those trips, sitting in my room sipping glasses of wine cruising sites on both my computer and iPhone. Being an older daddy-type, I wasn’t generating much interest. I was about to be frustrated with my search when I received a hit from a college-age twink looking for a daddy. I do love it when younger guys with their incredibly hard cocks want to breed me. Not only that, his avatar showed him to be beautiful—and I mean that in every sense. I first thought he was just playing with me, but as our conversation continued, I realized that he was serious. We began making plans to meet, but then he asked me the question I hate, “Do you have condoms?” I thought for a moment, knowing young guys tend to be “safe” sex freaks. I hate condoms. I responded to him, “No.” “Damn,” came back the reply. “Why?” I asked. “I don’t like fucking raw, lol.” “I don’t have any, but I’m neg and don’t have any STIs.” I was encouraged, at least he indicated that he fucked raw sometimes. I waited for the response. It came back in an unexpected manner, “I tend to cum too quickly if I don’t wear a condom.” I relaxed a bit and responded, “don't worry about that. I'm sure it will be fine. I don’t mind as long as you put a load in me as deep as you can.” “OK, as long as you’re sure,” he replied. He was at work and we agreed to meet in about an hour in my hotel room. I was excited because nothing else happening on the usual sites. I gave him my hotel and room number. I asked him to text me when he was in the lobby. I like to stay at a certain hotel where I can see the elevators and I could watch him come up to the floor. We chatted a bit more during the hour while he was preparing to get off from work, He asked if I liked to be rimmed, and I responded emphatically, “Yes.” “Then be ass up and face down on the bed when I get to your room,” was his reply. “I really want to suck your dick,” I sent back. He replied, “Just let me come in and start eating that sweet ass first and then you can." I was even more excited because I knew he was something special. As the time drew near, he told me as he was getting off work. Being only a short drive away, I knew he would be in the lobby soon. I touched up my prepping because I wanted to be especially clean so that he would enjoy rimming my ass deeply. “In the lobby,” came the text. I texted him that the door would be set so he could just push it open and I walked out to the balcony overlooking the atrium to catch a glimpse of him on the elevator, but there were other people on board and I could not make him out clearly. As the elevator approached my floor I went inside my room and made sure the door could be pushed open, I stripped and took the position on the bed, ass up and head down. I heard the door open and he came into the living room of the two room suite. I glanced as he came into the bedroom and he was as beautiful in person as in his picture. A preppy college student. He walked over to the bed, slapped my ass a couple of times and dropped to his knees to give me the best rimming I’ve had in a long while. He also was filling my hole with saliva so we would not need any lube. Frankly, I hate lube because it taints the taste of the cock and after I’ve been bred I like to clean it off and enjoy all of the flavors. He stopped rimming and I heard him undo his pants and then some rustling next to me. I turned my head and bumped into the hardest and most erect cock I’ve enjoyed in a long time. I saw he had just pushed his pants down and pulled his shirt up. I wanted all of this twink. I encouraged him to take all of his clothes off so we could enjoy each other. As soon as he was free of his clothes, I began to work his cock and balls over in my mouth. I enjoyed his engorged cock, knowing I was preparing it to fill me deeply. His ample balls were covered in luscious hair which I enjoyed as well. His excitement was building. He said, “I've had this erection since I walked into the lobby. I was worried others would notice it.” I smiled and continued sucking his dick and licking his balls. I wanted to rim him too, but he said no. “Get on the bed, doggie,” he ordered. I knew he wanted to get deep inside of me. There was no discussion of condoms as he easily worked his cock into me and was soon balls deep. His cock felt great in me. He fucked me for a bit and then withdrew. He ran his cock head across my hole a bit and reinserted and fucked me some more. He twisted my nipples and heard me moan. He twisted them harder and I said, “More.” He repeated the fucking and withdrawal a few more time and I knew he was trying to prolong the session. After a few minutes I told him, it was OK to go ahead and fill me with his cum. “You’re sure?” he asked. “Yes, I love the feeling of a cock pulsing it cum deep inside of me. And don’t pull out right away when you finish.” He shoved his cock deep into me, a bit roughly, but I was fully open and it felt great. He grunted and I felt his cock pulse it cum load into me as he held me in a choke hold. I laid forward on the bed with him still deep inside of me once he was done and enjoyed the feeling of his still erect cock in me along with the cummy-full feeling of my bottom. He finally pulled out and we stood up to hug. I sucked his cock clean and fully enjoyed the taste of his cum and my juices. When I was done, I offered to let him use the bathroom to clean-up, but he said I had cleaned him well enough. As it was my last night in the city, there was to be no chance for another meeting. We said good-bye and he left. With his load brewing in my bottom, I was back one my computer looking for another guy when I received the following text : “Hey, you never asked and I forgot to tell you something. I was diagnosed poz two-weeks ago and am not on meds yet. Maybe we should have used a condom.” The twink had stealthed me.

After a few years into my relationship, i started looking on gay websites (good old gaydar). I got a huge rush from doing what I wasn't supposed to be doing. No harm done though, after all, looking is not cheating. I did feel guilty to start with, but it slowly were off and I found myself doing it more frequently. Chatting to guys was a huge turn on, arranging to meet was very exciting. Most guys were quite happy arranging that vague meeting...later...that neither of us would ever check back with each other and so it would never happen. But eventually, I would come across genuine guys that were up for it for real. I always felt guilty having to make an excuse as I did not really have the courage to meet. Sometimes, I told the truth, specially if the guy was really nice. Other times, it was easier to ghost (Yes I have done that), or find some silly excuse. Over time, I started to need more than just chatting. The thrill was in arranging a meeting. I m not proud of this, but I arranged three meetings I didn't turn up to, I just watched the guy from a safe distance (terrible, I know). Things started to change after an occasional encounter. I went on holiday with my partner to Sitges. We were both sunbathing on the gay part of the beach (not the nudist beach). I was 28 back then, my partner was 32. We had been together for 5 years. Sex was starting to slow down between us. I spotted this guy lying a few meters from us. He was reading a book written in French on the cover. He was in his upper forties. Light brown hair. He had a good body, not muscly, but lightly defined. I guess he caught me looking, he smiled. I smiled too. My smile encouraged him to put his hand on his cock. He was wearing read swimming shorts. They were short and not very tight. I kept on smiling, and licking my lips at that stage. He run his fingers across his now hard cock to show me he was hard. My partner was lying next to me, facing the other way. The guy motioned trying to ask if he could come and lie next to me. I signalled No!! With my fingers. I also pointed to the guy next to me and to the ring on my finger. He laughed and put his tongue out. He pointed to his ringless finger. And pulled faces suggesting I was naughty. He then took his hand to the inside of his legs and let his hard cock peek through the side. He used his book to make sure the show was just for me. His cock was nice, about 7 inches and uncut. I was hard and dripping pre cum in my Speedos. I felt as if my body was on fire. I was literally burning in desire, lust. He started to signal that we should go somewhere. It was my first time in sitges and I had no clue of where to go. I was also scared he didn't understand my situation and would give it away. My partner turned to me to sunbathe another side. He covered his cock and looked cool. We could no longer flirt or try to communicate with that set up. He moved, so he would escape my partner line of sight. I switched sides with my partner to be able to see him. He signalled that he was going to walk and I should follow. I was so horny by then, I said ok. He stood up and started walking towards the restaurant at the beach front. I said to my partner that I needed the toilet and would be back in a bit. I followed him to the restaurant, when we were away from my partner's line of sight he came to talk to me. I panicked and didn't talk, just asked him to follow me. I rushed towards the men's toilet but before getting there I saw the disabled toilet and went in. He followed me there and locked the door. My heart was racing, I was so worried my partner would find out. I said a weird hello, he said something in French and reached for my cock. I reached for his and he pulled his shorts and my Speedos down. His cock felt hard and hot in my hand. I said I didn't have much time. He said 'taste' and pointed to his cock. I went for it... it tasted salty but nice. He got me up, I said I needed to go. Even tho I was so horny, I was truly scared. It was irrational, but I was worried my partner would be outside the bathroom door (He was not). He turned me to the wall and got close behind me. I knew where this was going but I was sure it would not, it could not happen. There was no time. Yet, I didn't try to get out of his way. I bent forward and pulled my cheeks apart with my hands (profile pic is me by the way). My saliva got his cock to slip through my cheeks getting his cock head close to my ass. His foreskin rolled back allowing him to go further. When his cock head pushed up against my ass lips I let go of my cheeks and started wanking. It felt great, but I came very quickly then froze and I tightened my ass lips denying him entry. He was trying hard... but so was I. This game only lasted about a minute, but I can safely say I truly enjoyed every second of it. I think I only managed to hold him off because he had no lube and my ten seconds suck didn't get him wet enough. After he reached my ass lips, we were pretty much dry humping. That was, until he came, right in between my ass cheeks... right up against my ass lips. I honestly cannot get over the feeling. This experience has deeply influenced my sex life. I thought we were done when he started to sound like he was going to cum. It was nice having his hard cock teasing my ass, trying to get in. I was ready to go. He was pushing really hard up against my ass when I felt the first squirt - It was warm. He pulled back slightly and squirted again. That felt slimey pulling back, the warm squirt felt good. He pushed his cock against my ass. How easy his cock slid between my cheeks caught me off guard. It took a lot of clenching to keep him out, I felt I had to defend his slippery assaults. I mostly did! In no time his cum was running down my legs. I quickly dried my legs. I asked him to hide behind the door and I left. He left the toilet a few minutes later. I led next to my partner. He led a few metres away from us. That was the first time I went further than chatting. I am thinking of posting other adventures. Let me know what you guys think... also feel free to share your own cheating experiences.

After a night of hard drinking, I invariably wake up super early (after only 4-5 hours of sleep) with a need to feel a hard cock in my ass. Last night was one of those nights so this was one of THOSE mornings. I woke up at 5:30 and, as I often do, I hopped online and hit the usual sites - BBRT, A4A, Manhunt, and Doublelist. I don't normally have any luck and end up jerking off to some hot bb porn, but as soon as I logged into BBRT I got a message. He was a slender young white guy, mid 20s, with what looked like a solid 8-inch cock hanging between his legs. "U host?" he asked. Uh oh. That's the number one indicator that the conversation isn't going any further. "No, u?" I replied. "Sorry no. But if you're open to it I know a spot." Hmmmm. Public sex always intrigues me, and I have no problem being watched as I take cocks and loads, but I have a tough time being quiet while being pounded, and something told me this kid was gonna pound me. "Where?" "The 24-Hour [drug store] near you. Men's room. I'll be in there with the door unlocked at 6:30 sharp. Don't knock, just walk in." After a bit more back and forth about my inability to get fucked quietly, and assurances that it wouldn't be a problem, I got ready and headed out the door. What the hell, I figured, I could always grab some more lube and enemas while I was there. At 6:28 I walked into the all-night drug store. A lone employee looked up from behind the counter, nodded and went back to looking at his phone. My nervousness grew as I walked down an aisle of Easter candy toward the bathrooms. Outside the men's room door I paused and checked my phone - 6:30 am. I grabbed the doorknob, turned it, and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted me took my breath away. This fine, tall, slender guy was reclined on the toilet, holding a massive piece of meat with his right hand. He shook it at me when I walked in. "Get on your knees," he whispered, and I quickly obeyed. I took that cock into my mouth and savored the slight salty taste and musky scent. He wasn't freshly showered, as I usually prefer, but in that place in that moment I didn't care. I was extra turned on. I broke out my brown bottle, took a sniff, then slid my mouth down on his shaft until he was buried in my throat. He moaned quietly with pleasure as my tongue caressed his big, clean-shaven balls. I worked my throat up and down on that gorgeous cock, choking and gagging and covering it with that self-made, super-slick lube that works oh so well. After a few minutes on my knees, my desire got the best of me. I stood, dropped my pants, and rubbed a bit of that deep-throat saliva on my hole. In one motion I positioned myself over his cock head and sat down slowly. I felt the pressure as the tip popped inside. My hole opened and in a flash his entire length was deep in my ass. We both tried to muffle the noises we made as I grabbed the handicap rails and rode my ass up and down on that beautiful slab of meat. He reached up from behind me, sliding his hands under my shirt to find my nipples. He worked them hard, making my mind spin with pleasure as I worked his shaft. Then, all too soon, he whispered, "I'm gonna cum." "Cum in my ass," I hissed back, and that was all he needed. I sat down hard on his cock and held there, sitting on his lap and squeezing my sphincter as I felt that big cock pulse and dance and spurt its load deep inside me. I stayed like that for a moment after he finished cumming, then carefully stood, tightening my sphincter as he slipped out to keep as much of his juice inside me as I could. My pants were still around my ankles and I reached down into a pocket, pulling out a plug I brought just for the occasion. I handed it to him, and he knew what to do. I stood in front of him and belt over at the waist so he could slide the plug into my well-fucked hole. Once it popped in place, I stood, pulled up my pants, and walked over to the sink to wash up. It was only then that I noticed the drug store uniform folded neatly on the side of the sink. Surprised, I turned to look at him. "You work here?" I asked. "Isn't that a bit dangerous?" "Nah," he replied. "My friend working the register does the same thing. It's just the two of us. He looks out for me and I look out for him." I smiled and nodded, then reached for the doorknob. "Nice system. I had fun, thanks." As I opened the door, he said, "My friend texted me when you walked in. He just had someone in here so he isn't looking today, but next time he wants to take a turn once I've finished in you." The thought send shivers down my spine. "Anytime." The guy behind the counter watched me intently as I made my way back through the store. Walking to the door, I gave him a smile, which he returned with a big grin. Content, with that big load of baby batter secure in my hole, I stepped out into the morning air. And wouldn't you know it, I forgot to get lube and enemas before I left. Guess I'll just have to go back next weekend.

Fuuuk I’d go for a poppered up breeding session rn! My boi hole needs loads

I first experienced bb 15 years ago but it was not my choice. He was the first guy i was ever with. I was petrified to do anything risky. I wouldnt even swallow. I knew he fucked raw in the past but he told me he no longer did it. Yes i believed him back then. We had some drinks one night and i really did not know what was happening but we started to play around. Sucking each other and then him fucking me doggy style. It felt great. But i recall asking while we were fucking if he was wearing a rubber. He assured me he was. I just always had a feeling afterwards that maybe he did not use a rubber. This feeling stuck with me for a long time. I would ask him and he would assure me that he would never do that to me. But finally one time i pressed him very hard because i had a dream that he fucked me raw. He finally admitted that he had slipped off the rubber once and came in me. I was devastated. We did not talk for a long time. I needed to know why he would do that to me so i called him. We talked for a long time. I began to understand his feelings. He saw i was becoming more comfortable with what he had done so he told me that he had something more to tell me and that i should keep an open mind. He told me that he usually slipped off the rubber when fucking me. That he enjoyed stealthing. I was turned on in an odd way. He then disclosed that he is poz and was when we fucked. Again i was very upset. But after some time passed we began to talk about it and it turned into a fetish. It took me years to actually do bb again with anyone but my next time was very similar.

I’ve been traveling and so busy lately plus a bit under the weather and I need a good rough fuckathon on my hole ASAP!

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I can relate to that...

Most for me when i was much younger was 46 in one night with almost all of them breeding my hairless smooth ass. My "dad" was counting. Next most was 6 years ago when 4 guys blindfolded me and kept me tied up naked as a slave for almost 5 days whoring me out to anybody with a hard cock. They said 152 different guys bred my ass.

I had a married neighbour who was a cop. We used to go to the local YMCA to work out together while our kids took swimming lessons at the pool. Needless to say, he was lifting a LOT more than I was and as a result, had an incredible body. He always looked hot in his uniform and filled it out quite nicely. First time we hit the shower after our first workout session I caught him discreetly checking out my uncut package while I was shampooing up. As I rinsed off, I saw him turn away quickly and face the shower head. I looked around and there was a guy just leaving the shower, and we were alone. I took a different approach and blatantly pointed at his uncut cock and said "Well... Not every day you see another uncut guy around this place huh?". I think he was a little surprised by my boldness, but he laughed and replied "Ya, it isn't very common is it? You certainly don't get to see an uncut cock very often. It's a nice change" Nice change? WTF? One sunny weekend, our wives had taken the girls off to a 2 day shopping junket somewhere and I decided to chill around the pool and throw back a couple of beers. My yard was totally protected by a large fence and lots of landscaping. After a couple of cold ones, I hopped into the pool to cool off and slipped my shorts off and got onto a floater chair naked, while listening to some tunes. I laid back in the lounger, closed my eyes for a bit and enjoyed the warm sun. I must have dozed off for a few minutes, because, I 'sensed' something and rather than opening my eyes and moving, I peered through eye slits. Sure enough, Shawn was standing at the edge of the pool in his full uniform, wide eyed ogling me. I looked down and realized that my cock had gone rock hard during my little 'snooze'. I also realized that he was quite intrigued by my cock, which was pulsing to the beat of my heart. I grinned and reached down to grope my hard dick and shaved balls and said "Take a picture - it'll last longer". His comment was "In all my years, the only hard uncut cock I've seen has been mine.... your cock is definitely a grower, Bigger than it looks in the shower". I could see the outline of a very thick cock tucked to the left side of his uniform. "I finished my shift a little early. I let myself in the kitchen door and came through the basement entrance into the yard. Hope you don't mind? I was hoping you'd be back here and I could have a swim since the girls are away. Maybe a BBQ tonight?". I laughed and headed towards the stairs and said "Need a beer?". He watched me walk naked from the pool and showed me his trunks. in his right hand. I told him to relax - nobody was going to see anything in my yard - and the gate was always locked because of the pool... and everyone was away. "Don't be a prude. Get naked. I won't laugh at you" I teased. I sat on the end of my recliner chair, beer in hand and took some suntan lotion and started to tease him a little by coating my crotch area completely with some SPF. I knew he was watching and figured what the hell, so I squirted a big glob of sunscreen into my hand and rubbed them together and beckoned him to come closer. His eyes flared open a second then he moved closer - like a hypnotized man. I grasped his hard cock with one hand, and reached around to lift his balls with the other hand while looking at him. He was staring down at my hands, mesmerized. So I pulled him by his cock a little closer towards me and then looked right up at him, and leaned forward and swallowed his head. He groaned and arched forward a little, putting his hand on my shoulder so he didn't stagger. He moaned, as I fondled his balls, slick from the sweat and now the lotion. He spread his legs open a little wider and I reached between his legs and slid my finger across his smooth pucker. He had an ass of stone. Rock hard and round orbs. He spread just a bit more, so I knew he was enjoying it. For the next couple of minutes, I slowly worked my mouth and tongue around his uncut foreskin while gently sliding across his rosebud. I didn't put a lot of pressure on his hole, I wanted to see what he would do. My answer came in the form of him pushing his hole down a little on my fingers as they slid across his slick crack. He suddenly grasped my hand and I thought he might pull it away. Instead, he guided my middle finger about a half inch into his steamy entrance. Fuckin' right. I started to work my finger in deeper, stroking his tight hole in/out at the same speed as I swallowed his thick cock. I could taste precum like crazy and he started moaning that his wife never did this for him. So I worked on him a little more until I found his prostate and stroked slowly across the surface until he bolted upright, almost pulling his cock from my mouth. I quickly slide a second finger into him and see-sawed gently in and out and gliding across his hot spot every second or third stroke. I could feel his hole starting to clench and tighten around my fingers and his cock was starting to swell. "Ed...I'm gonna cum dude. Pull off" he moaned. But I locked my mouth down tight and within a few seconds he groaned and I felt his hole spasm around my fingers as his cum blew into my mouth. I swallowed his cock, anxious to not waste a drop, then eased my fingers out of his hole. He stood there stunned while I licked his dripping cockhead clean of juices. Interestingly, he didn't soften up at all. He stayed rock hard. "Wow. That was quite the cum shot. And you're still hard!" I said, as I continued to slowly milk his dick and pull the skin over the sensitive head. I pushed him backwards until he sat on the lounger in front of me. Then I pushed his hairy rock hard pecs gently until he was lying on his back. I reached over to the sunscreen and lathered his cock up while I continued to slow stroke it. I couldn't believe how hard and thick it was. He laid back with his eyes closed and moaned a little while rolling his head a little from side to side and pumped his cock slowly up into my stroking fist. Apparently, he was a grower as well. I quietly straddled the lounger and watched his face as I touched his cockhead against my asshole and rubbed it back and forth a couple of times. It suddenly registered on his face what was going on. He froze and looked up at me and said "What the........". And I started to work that big cock into my hole. He didn't know I had done some fucking around over the years and I loved taking cock as much as I loved fucking a tight hole. For now, I was intent on working that big cop cock into my guts. As I worked his cock deeper into my ass, he grasped my hips for support and said "Holy fuck your ass is tight dude. I never would have guessed you were a guy who loved to suck cock and get fucked. But I am NOT complaining". Once I had bottomed out, I took a deep breath and started to rock back and forth on his dick. Working it even deeper inside me, gripping that big cock with my ass muscles and telling him I wanted him to blow his load in my hole. I wanted him to breed me and dump a big load of his hot cum inside. That really turned him on, and I really started riding his cock from the base right to the tip and slamming my ass back down onto his dick. He reached up and took my cock in his hands and expertly stroked my meat, pulling the skin over the head and pushing it back over the crown. Between my dripping precum and the suntan lotion, my cock was slick and made squishing noises to match the wet sounds of my ass cheeks slamming down on his rock hard thighs. Soon enough, he started breathing heavy and told me he was going to cum. "In my ass Shawn. Shoot your cum in my ass dude. Breed me buddy. Seed it". He grabbed my hips and started pounding me. Thrusting up and slamming that cock as hard as he could. I could FEEL that first shot of cum, the warmth filling my guts with his seed. "Oh my fucking god, your hole is so slick" he panted and continued to thrust up and dump his load. My cock erupted. Cum flying everywhere. He stroked me and captured as much of my cum as possible in his fist. Then he blew my mind when he put his hand up to his mouth and licked some of my cum off his fingers, while staring right into my eyes. He smiled and offered me his fingers. I was pleasantly surprised and leaned forward to lick the remaining cum from his hand. Licking it clean. What the hell?? In a minute or so, he collapsed back onto his chair and looked at me and said... "It looks like I'm not the only one who enjoys cock now and then" with a gleam in his eye. I raised an eyebrow and said "Oh really?" "Ya really. The first time I saw you naked in the shower at the Y, I was trying to figure out how to approach you to see how that cock would feel in my mouth and ass Ed. I didn't know how to do it..... but after the comments you made in the shower, I thought you might be open to trying something." Hell ya! His next comment caused my dick to stir immediately. "I want your cock in my holes next. Hang on while I get my handcuffs. I want you to blindfold me and cuff me and feed me your cock Ed. I want you to force me to take it in my mouth and then my ass". Hell ya .. again! And that was the start of a two year fuck buddy relationship. He was a kinky fucker and we had some amazing sex over the next while. I even had him fuck me a few times in my music room with his uniform on - just his big cock sticking out of his zipper as he bent me over my desk and plowed that big meat into me. Ya. Cops still turn me on. Grin.

Last night I wore a nice slutty outfit to a local bookstore and found a nice older daddy in the theaters. He sat down next to me and began kissing my neck and rubbing my little clit until i was leaking and getting so horny. I bent over and took out his hard thick cock and started licking it nice and slow. After he was rock hard he took my hand and led me to the back of the theater and bent me over an empty seat. He licked my smooth tight boipussy until i begged for him to fuck me. He fucked me for a good 10 minutes and gave me a deep creaming. Loved how he kept his cock in me until he was ready to slowly pull out and let the cream drip out.

Part 4 - POLLUTION Coach Foley could feel his dick stiffen to attention as his thoughts drifted back to Kelvin’s moaning and grunting as coach’s finger had milked the boy’s prostate and thick milky fluid had steadily flowed and dripped from the metal cage encasing his restrained and impotent prick. Coach knew that the whole thing had fucked with Kelvin. That was the whole point, right? He needed Kelvin to get so fucking turned around and unsure of himself that Coach Foley could just point him in the right direction and Kelvin, willingly, would give up his virgin ass and take load after load of Coach’s toxic spunk. He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, since he’d been off his meds for a while. The virus was again coursing through his veins and he could feel it once again taking control. The night sweats and random fevers were back and Coach was frequently needing to switch out pillows during the night or having to change shirts midday. It was a good sign and meant his viral load was surging and his loads were full of virus seeking to spread and convert another host. He reached down and shifted his hardon to the side, lowering the tent that had formed in his shorts. He could feel a wet and sticky slick of precum which had leaked through his shorts during his reminiscing. Now he would just have to wait and see if Kelvin showed this afternoon. There was always the chance that Kelvin would take a step back and call everything off – that was always part of the challenge. Kelvin had the right to say “no” to anything Coach could dream up, but once a “yes” passed his lips, he surrendered that right and Coach could use him as he saw fit. It was, of course, actually an illusion of choice that Coach Foley had sold Kelvin at the beginning of everything. Coach had stacked the deck by plying Kelvin with a few drugs and feeding his lust with sexual pleasure while at the same time, Coach Foley had firmly cemented his dominance and relegated Kelvin to the role of follower, his eyes full of eagerness to please Coach Foley. Coach Foley glanced at the clock – 1:00pm. In just a couple hours he’d find out if his conditioning had pushed Kelvin even closer to becoming the cum dump Foley was sure was in there. Once again shifting his cock and feeling again the familiar leak of pre-cum Coach got up to check out his supplies. Opening the fridge, Coach pulled out the container of amber liquid that Zack had so thoughtfully prepared for him while getting slammed and fucked in the sling. A smile passed his lips at the memory and he couldn’t help but appreciate that one of his previous successes was going to help Coach recruit another bottom whore. Zach had provided him with about a liter of slam piss which Coach had divided into two. About 1/3 of it he had left as it was. Coach had been dosing Kelvin with about a shot of the unconcentrated liquid at a time and he could tell his boy was feeling it – and the fact that Kelvin was now chugging the Gatorade before each workout was evidence, whether he knew it or not, that he was craving the high and reveling in the sexual intensity and loss of inhibition. The other portion of Zack’s offering, Coach had carefully evaporated more and more of the piss until the liquid was a dark amber color. Liquid gold, concentrated, and just enough to fill Kelvin’s lower guts nicely. Coach popped open the container and its pungent odor, a not so subtle sign of its potency, once again made Coach’s dick stiffened and throb in anticipation. Coach grabbed a small rubber water bottle, one that could be screwed on to one end of a douche hose, and carefully poured the Tina-slam fortified liquid into the bottle. Best to have everything ready to go so that there wouldn’t be time for second thoughts or reconsiderations. He carefully set the bottle and its payload in his office shower with the douche hose to let it get to at least room temperature. Just before Kelvin’s work out, he’d be sure to set it in some warm water so when it was flushed into Kelvin’s guts there would be little chance of causing cramping which would allow the liquid gold could do its work. Now all he needed was his soon-to-be bottom slut... At a few minutes after 3 o’clock Coach heard the gym door swing open and heard the familiar cadence he come to know over the last month. The boy was back! Coach smiled as his dick stiffened and jumped in his shorts. Evidently, it seems Kelvin enjoyed his prostate massage enough to at least come back. Coach rearranged his raging boner and turned to the office door. “Hey, Coach! Are we, um, still working out today?” asked Kelvin. “Why wouldn’t we?” Coach Foley responded matter-of-factly. “Now grab your Gatorade and get prepped for your workout. Today we’re going to see how far we can push you.” Kelvin headed to the locker room and Coach Foley headed to his shower to make sure the Amber Liquid was made nice and warm. Kelvin strained under the workout, sweat pouring from him matting his chest hair and sending rivulets down his abs soaking his already damp jock strap. Coach Foley seemed merciless with today’s workout. Kelvin was actually glad for it as he didn’t have much time to think about what had happened yesterday and what might happen today. Kelvin had been sure about coming back today, wasn’t sure about what might happen, but couldn’t bear to think what wouldn’t happen if he didn’t show. Fortunately, Coach was pushing his ass so hard, he hadn’t much time to think about what might happen next. All last night he had dreams of Coach Foley riding his ass and plowing load after load into him while Coach Foley whispered, “Mine” into Kelvin’s ear with each spurt of cum he released, bathing Kelvin’s insides. Each time, Kelvin woke still finding his dick locked in metal. It’d seemed forever since he had cum or since his cock had even strained against the cage. It was almost as if it were admitting defeat, especially after Coach’s finger had milked his prostate of fluid while completely flaccid. What good was a hardon when you couldn’t cum? His mind snapped quickly back to reality as Coach’s hand applied steady pressure to the weights already straining his muscles. “Push, boy! I wanna see another set of reps out of you before I take my hand off. You need to focus and stop jerking off here,” Coach Foley taunted. Kelvin focused on the weights and pushed out another set of reps despite the pain along his arms and chest. “Yeah, fuck Kelvin, that’s the way I want my boy to pump it out,” Coach growled. Kelvin couldn’t help the smile he gave at the words of praise and he felt like he could go another round of reps, but he wasn’t about to tell Coach that. With the weights secured above and behind his head he turned forward to find Coach Foley still straddling him, hardon raging in his shorts and a slick spot spreading out from the head. “Good job, Kelvin. Time for a little reward,” said coach as he slipped his cock from under his shorts and danced it in front of Kelvin’s mouth. Whether it was the high from the workout or just Kelvin’s latest horny thoughts, the whole length of Coach Foley’s dick disappeared into Kelvin hungry gullet in one smooth stroke resting comfortably in the depths of his throat. Kelvin quickly began working his muscles along the shaft and Kelvin could hear Coach’s moan of pleasure which just encouraged Kelvin to redouble his efforts. “Damn, I need to push you harder more often,” Coach sighed between strokes. “You really have gotten to be quite the cocksucker, boy. That throat work of yours is impressive.” Kelvin smiled inwardly at compliment and worked Coach’s cock like a dog with a bone. After a few minutes Coach Foley could feel his balls begin to tighten in anticipation. “This boy is fucking good. Nearly made me shoot my load before the main event,” he thought as he pulled out of Kelvin’s throat. Looking down he grabbed Kelvin’s chin turned it up to look him straight in the eyes. “Ready for your reward?” he asked. Kelvin gave him a stupid grin mixed with confusion. Getting Coach’s load had always been his reward and Coach Foley’s hinted at some change in the boundaries. “Follow me,” Coach ordered as he walked to his office. He didn’t even bother to look behind him because he knew Kelvin would be there. It was inevitable. In the office, Coach Foley threw Kelvin a towel and pointed to the shower. “Head on in there, Kelvin. There’s something you need to learn,” said Coach Foley. Kelvin obeyed but he could feel his nervousness rising as he stepped into the shower. “That hose there,” started Coach Foley, “it’s for cleaning things up. You’re a big boy so you know what I mean and after that bit of a mess yesterday I also know you understand why.” Kelvin reddened at his memory of the incident. “Don’t sweat it,” Coach soothed, “soon you’ll be a pro at cleaning out.” Coach Foley could see the nervous tension building in the boy and quickly added, “Of course just because you get cleaned out doesn’t mean anything is going to happen. I was just thinking how much you seemed to enjoy yesterday and should it happen again, you wouldn’t have to worry.” Coach flashed a disarming smile and Kelvin’s tension, while not completing resolving, visibly lessened. Coach spent the next few minutes explaining how to use the hose, adjusting the temperature, how long to leave it in place, and when to know everything was good. Coach could see Kelvin relax again when Coach said he would step out and let Kelvin get ready. Grabbing the rubber water bottle, Coach left Kelvin to some private time to try things out. Besides, Coach Foley had to set a few things up. As he left the office, Coach grabbed the rubber water bottle full of amber liquid and smiled. Liquid Slut might be a good name for the concoction if everything went as planned. He also grabbed a bag and bottle of poppers from the fridge and headed out into the gym area. He checked the table vault and it was still set up from yesterday. He placed the poppers at one end and moved to the other end and set up the douche, attaching the Liquid Slut to the top of the frame on a nearby weight machine. He reached into the bag and pulled out the length of hose. Grabbing one end he screwed it onto the suspended water bottle in the fitting below the stopcock. He grabbed the other end and rummaged inside the bag for a minute until he found just what he was looking for. He pulled out a small metal butt plug with a hole running down its center and a place in the base to screw in the end of the hose. Once inserted, a nice flow of Liquid Slut would pass through the plug to fill Kelvin’s (nearly) virginal ass with the first, of hopefully many, life changing payloads. The plug had its own small stopcock on it so once the juice had infiltrated its way deep into Kelvin’s guts, Coach could shut it off and get rid of the hose. Smiling at the set-up he carried the bag to the other end where he had set the poppers. He pulled out a modified plastic oxygen mask, one he had snagged from a first aid kit, and reviewed his handiwork. At the end where the oxygen tube would normally attach, he had added a small piece of plastic and a flexible rubber tube. The tube stretched and fit over the top of the bottle of poppers rather nicely. No need for Kelvin to try and hold a bottle during his first fucking. The holes in the mask would keep him from passing out, but he’d still be getting a good hit of poppers with each breath he took. As he was attaching the poppers, Kelvin came into the room. He had a dumb smile on his face until he saw the setup around the table vault. Coach could see his eyes widen and the smile falter a bit. Kelvin had followed Coach Foley’s on how to use the shower douche and once he relaxed a bit, it ended up being pretty simple. At first it was a strange feeling and a bit gross to see everything coming out, but within a few minutes all the water that he was pushing out was clear of debris. He grabbed his towel and dried off, putting his sweaty jock on again before heading out to the gym. Coach was busy at the table vault they had used yesterday and Kelvin smiled at the memory of Coach’s fingers rolling across his prostate and could swear he felt a bit of precum leak out onto his jock. Then Kelvin caught site of what looked like an 8-foot hose attached to one of those rubber hot water bottles and his smiled waned. Not wanting to seem like he was scared, Kelvin continued walking steadily toward Coach even as his eyes would furtively glance at the jury-rigged douche set. “How’d it go, Kelvin?” asked coach. “Is that butt of yours all nice and clean?” Kelvin’s only response was a deep flushing of his face and a small nod. “Good. Climb up on here like the other day. We need to finish your clean-out.” Coach Foley could see his confusion and quickly added, “Oh, yeah, that first part was just to get you rinsed you out. Now that you’re cleared out, this magic liquid will make sure everything is nice and clean. Kind of like Liquid Plumber for your ass. It’s Coach’s own little recipe and it’ll leave you nice and clean,” Coach laughed. Kelvin relaxed a bit and moved over to the vault to position himself like he did yesterday. “So, just remember, you’re in control here,” Coach lied. “You want to stop just give me the thumbs down sign and we’ll stop before we get started. Once there’s a green flag though and you agree to continue, we’re both committed.” Coach reached out and swatted at Kelvin’s caged cock, “Remember, just like this, you’ll be committed.” Coach looked him straight in the eyes and Kelvin stared back and eventually slowly nodded. “Cool. I’ve got it,” Kelvin responded and moved to place himself on the vault, head at one end and ass at the other. His heart was jumping and he was feeling a little nauseous but he lowered himself into position. Coach went and grabbed the hose and moved toward Kelvin’s ass. “Ok, so some things to know, about what to expect,” he started. “One, you may notice a bit of warming or burning at first. Don’t freak out it’s normal. Two, once the liquid’s all inside, I’ll disconnect the tubing. It’ll need to stay inside you for at least 10 minutes to make sure it works properly. Three, I know it might be hard to keep it in that long so the end that goes in your ass will be attached to a small plug that will help you keep it in, so try and relax when this puppy slides into you. You can always pretend it’s just a couple of my fingers and you should do fine. Four, I expect that as we wait for it to work its magic, that you’ll give me a Class A blow job. Any questions?” Kelvin took a deep breath and shook his head. Coach looked at him earnestly, “Not good enough, this time around. I need you to tell me you understand.” “I’ve got it Coach. Relax. Some burning. Keep inside. Suck cock,” Kelvin said as casually as he could despite his rapidly pounding pulse. Coach smiled and reached for the plug and some lube. Carefully, Coach rested the cool metal tip of the plug against his hole and told him, “Push out a bit.” Kelvin could feel the buildup in pressure and a moment of panic as he pushed against the plug which seemed huge. Before he could panic any further, he felt his ass give way and felt the plug slide in smoothly and settle into place snugly in his ass. It was a weird sensation. The plug had widened at first but once past that place it tapered off quickly allowing his hole to close, locking the plug in place. Coach heard Kelvin’s sigh as the plug landed inside his virgin hole and smiled. “Ok, so I’m opening up the tube here, you should feel the liquid almost immediately since I primed it to make sure too much air didn’t get pushed in,” Coach explained. Kelvin felt Coach’s had moving the plug in his ass and then suddenly the liquid was there and he could feel it filling his ass. “Keep relaxed boy, we want to make sure it gets good and deep so it works really well.” Coach watched the fluid in the tube race out into Kelvin’s ass. After the initial rush, it’d be a minute or two for the rest of the Liquid Slut to work deeper and leave the water bottle and tube empty of fluid. “How you doing, Kelvin?” After the initial flood of fluid filled his insides, Kelvin noticed that he could feel small amounts of the liquid slowly moving deeper into his gut. The warming had started almost immediately and was building in intensity but still easily bearable. Within a minute or two, Coach was once again moving the plug and Kelvin heard the hose being disconnected. “Get sucking, cock whore!” sneered Coach he moved around to Kelvin’s face. Kelvin quickly swallowed the cock and started working it down his throat. Coach smiled as Kelvin began to work his throat on Coach’s fuck stick eagerly working his muscles along the shaft. After a few minutes Kelvin’s sucking became more energetic and he could feel Kelvin both speeding up and also trying to swallow Coach’s dick even farther. After about 5 minutes, Coach knew it was time to check things out. “Look up here at me. I want to see in your eyes how badly you want Coach’s load today,” Coach ordered. Kelvin looked up to see Coach with a shit-eating grin staring down at him. Coach used his hand to help hold Kelvin’s head up so he could look into his eyes. Kelvin’s eyes had a wild look too them and Coach could tell the Slut Juice has started to take hold. Rivulets of sweat were sliding down Kelvin’s forehead leaving patches of wet slickness. Coach looked across Kelvin’s back torso and saw similar pools of glistening sweat forming along his back, especially in the dip just above Kelvin’s ass crack. He reached over and applied steady pressure to Kelvin’s ass with his hand causing Kelvin to lower his hind quarters and allowing the small pool of sweat to trickle down his ass crack and around the plug which was still firmly in place. “Break time’s over, boy. Time to get that load out of Coach...if you can.” Kelvin’s mouth quickly enveloped Coach’s shaft and once again it was buried deep in his gullet and Coach could feel Kelvin’s muscles working frantically on his shaft like a man dying of thirst trying to suck life out of spigot. Over the next few minutes Kelvin’s sucking once again changed, becoming less hectic and forceful and more rhythmic and intentional. His throat muscles had noticeably relaxed and Coach’s hardened shaft had sunk deeper than it ever had before. Kelvin’s throat muscles were steady and strong as they worked the cock lodged in his throat with waves of pleasure. Coach nearly lost it once or twice but the thought of what could come next helped him hold off on his load, although he was sure that the steady stream of pre-cum was helping Kelvin to move so seductively over his cock. Kelvin’s body continued to glisten as sweat covered him. Although Kelvin had become less frenetic in his sucking, his body had continued to absorb the payload of chem piss still Once again, after another five minutes, Coach reached down and pulled Kelvin away from his focus, earning a disappointed sigh from his sex toy. “Let’s see those baby blues of yours, Kelvin. Coach needs to see that you’re still eager for my load.” Coach smiled as he saw Kelvin’s pupils, blown as wide as saucers, and knew the Slut Juice was swimming inside him and taking over, tweaking his pleasure centers and forever linking the chem piss high with deep sexual pleasure and servicing the Coach. Coach pushed Kelvin’s head back down and immediately Kelvin swallowed down every last inch and continued his pleasurable assault on the hardened shaft, with pleasure-filled groans as he continued his mission. “Almost there, buddy. Just a few more minutes and we’ll get you taken care of,” smiled Coach. Kelvin’s sucking continued to deepen and steady over the new few minutes. His throat was on autopilot and working its best to coax a load from Coach’s balls. Coach smiled as he watched the sweat continue to build along the furry crack of Kelvin’s ass and trickle down past his sweet plugged up hole. Coach could feel his dick stiffen as he first noticed that Kelvin’s ass had started squeezing the plug, pulling it in tighter. At first the movement seemed tentative, almost as if Kelvin was unsure of what he was feeling, but slowly the squeezing became steadier and more insistent. Each pulse was longer and stronger than the previous one. The bitch’s ass was in heat! Coach reached over and rubbed it gently feeling the heat and feeling confident that soon he’d be marking his territory and claiming a new prize. Kelvin had been working on Coach’s shaft for almost 15 minutes. It’d never taken him this long to get a load out of Coach before. While partly confused he was also sucking deeper and stronger than ever before. His whole body as gotten steadily warmer with sweat beginning to form small rivulets all along his torso. He could feel the dampness slide by the plug in his ass and it seemed like all his senses were on fire. His whole being was focused on the shaft in throat and the steady working of his muscles. Nothing became more important than getting that load. As his ass continued to slicken, he noted the plug felt as if it may be starting to slip. In a panic he tightened his muscles and pulled the plug back into him and was rewarded with a rush of pleasure as the fullness of the plug once again slide into his ass. Momentarily distracted from sucking by the previous wave of pleasure, Kelvin once again flexed his ass and once again the plug slid deeper into his ass sending signals which rewarded him with another dose of chemical pleasure. Hesitantly, at first, Kelvin began working the muscles of his ass. Coach Foley smiled as he watched Kelvin’s ass start to flex and pull the plug in deeper. At first the flexing was awkward and disjointed as Kelvin’s ass was teaching his brain what to do. After a few minutes, however, his ass was steadily working the plug as his ass muscles and his throat began to work in tandem. Coach let him go another couple of minutes until the thought of Kelvin’s flexing ass and his throat work brought Coach to the edge. Pulling Kelvin smoothly from his shaft he raised Kelvin’s head. “Look at me boy,” he ordered. Kelvin’s eyes slowly focused on Coach’s face. Coach grinned to see Kelvin’s pupils still the size of small moons looking up at him. This time, though, Coach could see that familiar glassy look and that far away, unfocused look that meant the Slut Juice had done its work. Those eyes were the eyes of a boy about to offer his Coach anything he wanted or commanded. “Looks like everything’s worked nicely, and you should be nice and clean by now. Let’s get you to the shower and have you finish cleaning up. You still have a job to finish since Coach hasn’t cum yet.” Kelvin stood slowly and walked toward the showers, still flexing, almost unconsciously, the plug which continued to steadily move in and out of Kelvin’s ass with each clamping and release of his ass muscles. Watching Kelvin’s ass working the plug, Coach’s balls began to ache and pull up as his dick stiffened at the knowledge that Kelvin would soon be begging for the shaft to be buried deep inside him. And with that new found pleasure would come another gift, from the depth of Coach’s balls load after toxic load would be injected into Kelvin, assaulting his virgin walls with legions of malefic DNA eager to transform its target. An insidious insemination resulting, hopefully, in impregnating Kelvin with Coach’s virus forever and completing the bond between Sire and Sired, Coach and Boy.

@Oldercumslut - Why fear? Go in there like you own the place. Confidence is sexy, even if you have to pretend you’re confident. And you might end up convincing yourself. Plus: “Blackout” = nobody’s going to be too damn picky. If a hand touches your ass, guide it straight to your hole. If your hand finds a cock, go to work on it like it’s the last cock in existence. Make him forget all those other fuckers. I am an anti-Adonis - I’ve never been one of the “pretty” ones, and I’m about as “hott” as a fire hydrant. I know what league I’m in and what league I’m light-years out of… and I don’t care, because there’s nothing I can do about it. Instead, I strip myself buck naked aside from a cock ring and a smile, throw myself into the herd, and take what comes. Usually, something comes, in the form of a cock. Or two. Or twelve. You never know unless you try, but the first step is to take that fear and just say, “Fuck it, I’m goin’ in.” If you’re the kind of guy who also says, “Hold my beer,” you can do that, too. Not my thing, but it seems to work for some people.

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

I had moved to a new city about 6 months ago and moved into an apartment with a guy who advertised his spare room on roommates.com. Like me, he was gay, single and had a busy work schedule, so we didn’t see too much of each other around the apartment. His name was Eddie, he was 28 years old, and he was about 5”11, Latino and muscled from a combination of his job as a tradesman and working out at the gym. Both his arms were covered in some of the most beautiful, intricate tattoo sleeves I had ever seen. Also, I was pretty sure he was poz, as I saw some of his medications lying around in the shared bathroom a few times. However, I didn’t give this much thought, as shortly after arriving in my new city I got a boyfriend, and we entered into an intense relationship. I had really loved my boyfriend, Rob, but after about 6 months of dating and practically living together at my place, Rob suddenly broke up with me. With no other explanation other than that “things weren’t fun any more” he packed up his belongings that were at my place, and left. I was devastated, as even though we had only been together a short time, I had genuinely thought that Rob and I would be together for ever. Late the next morning after Rob had left, I finally left my room. Wearing just the jockstrap (which is all I usually sleep in), I walked to the kitchen, where Eddie was standing at the sink, washing some dishes, and I headed straight to the freezer, took out a tub of ice cream, grabbed a clean spoon and started eating. ”Hey man! What the fuck do you think you’re doing? That’s my ice cream!” Eddie cried ”Look, I’m sorry man, I’ve had a bad day...” I started to reply ”You always do this, dude! You take my food without asking, you don’t help with the washing up, and you’re practically naked!” I found this a bit rich, as Eddie wasn’t wearing much more than me - he had on very tight briefs and a singlet. “And I’ll work on that...” I started, but Eddie was on a roll. ”And to top it all off, Rob is over here ALL the time, I should charge him rent too” ”Well, about that, Rob broke up with me last night, so that’s one problem sorted” ”Oh shit, I’m so sorry Joe! I didn’t realise,” Eddie’s tone of voice changed to sympathy, and he grabbed me in a hug. ”I honestly thought we were going to be together forever,” I said dejectedly, as his arms gave me a squeeze, my head on his shoulders and my arms reciprocating his hug. “And he hasn’t given any reason, other than that ‘things weren’t fun anymore’!” ”The guy was a cunt anyway,” Eddie said. “He hit on me a few times when he was over here and you were out, but I didn’t want to say anything” ”Oh man!” I cried out. Eddie’s hug intensified, and as it did, I felt his hands slowly work their way down my back, until they were over my ass cheeks, where he gave a little grab. ”Dude! I JUST broke up with my boyfriend!” I said, though I didn’t break the hug. ”The best way to get over a guy, is to get under another...” he said, looking at me intensely. I returned his look. Eddie was so handsome, I couldn’t help myself, and if I was honest, I had always had a bit of a crush on him. I leaned in to kiss him at the same time as he leaned in. Our lips found each other’s, and we started to explore each other’s mouths. With increasing intensity, we probed each other’s mouths with our tongues, barely coming up for air between each long, deep kiss. We became more and more animated, until I was pushed back into the fridge, which we used to steady ourselves as we made out more. After a few minutes, we broke apart, and I ripped his singlet off him, pulling it over his head, fully revealing his barely covered torso, and only just now noticed that his left nipple had a barbell sticking through it. My mouth immediately went for it, and I latched on to his nipple, sucking it and licking it, while he moaned in pleasure. My left hand moved to his other nipple and started playing with it, my attention to them making them become erect. I broke away from his nipple to kiss him again, and he moved down to my neck, kissing it and biting it a little - I knew I would have hickies to explain when I went back to work on Monday. Fuck! This was hot! I wondered why we had never done this before, and then my new hatred of Rob intensified as I realised that the time I’d spent with him had potentially stopped me from having fun with Eddie. After a few more minutes of exploring each other’s bodies I knew I had to have Eddie’s cock in my mouth. I reached down to his briefs and pulled them down, revealing a beautiful, hard cock that was 8” long and nicely thick, so that I could just get may hand fully around it. At the same time, I pulled down my jockstrap, releasing my own straining cock. Both our cocks were liberally leaking precum. I couldn’t waste any more time, and got on my knees and started to suck his dick. Starting by licking around the big head, and sucking up all of the delicious precum, I started taking his cock into my mouth. Taking my time, I worked his cock into my mouth, gagging a little, but determined to take it all the way so that his pubes and my goatee met. ”Fuuuuuuuuck...!” He moaned. “That’s fucking hot, man! I can’t believe you managed to get all the way down in one go - not many guys can do that” i just moaned in response, my mouth being full of his juicy, thick cock. I started to move his cock in and out of my mouth, taking in air through my nose every time just his cockhead was in my mouth, before going back to deepthroat him. I was (justifiably) proud of my blowjob skills, and I wanted to give Eddie the full benefit of them. It wasn’t long before he started matching the rhythm of my moving in and out, until he was just straight up face fucking me as he held his hands behind my head to keep me in place. I loved every second of it, and reached down to my own cock, to feel the enormous erection I was sporting, and feeling the constant stream of precum that was leaking from my slit. I started to slowly jerk myself as he face fucked me, until he abruptly pulled out. ”Fuck man, I’m going to cum if we keep this up, but I really want to fuck you properly” ”Let’s go to your room then, and do this properly,” I said, standing up, and playing with his nipples as I did so. I playfully grabbed the nipple with the piercing in it and started to lead him to his room. He had no choice but to follow me! When we reached his room, I turned around to face him, started kissing him and fell backwards onto his bed, bringing him with me, so that he fell on top of me. I drew my legs up to encircle him. ”I want you inside of me” I whispered into his ear. “I want you to fuck me, and I want you to cum inside of me. I’ve never been fucked raw, and I want to feel it. I want you to be the first” ”Joe, you know I’m poz though, don’t you?” ”Yeah, but you’re on meds, though, right? You can’t pass it on if you’re undetectable” ”You don’t understand, I’m on a medication break at the moment. The meds were interfering with my liver function a bit, so the doctor took me off them about two months ago, so I’m going to be toxic right now” This gave me pause for thought, but only for a second. ”I don’t care. If I poz, I poz, and I can’t think of a better person to gift it to me than you. All I know is that right now I need you to fuck me, and I need you to cum inside of me” ”You sure?” ”I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life” ”Then let’s do this properly” With that, Eddie went down on me, licking and probing my ass hole with his tongue. He got it wet, and gave me sensations I had never felt from someone eating my ass before. I could feel it puckering up in pleasure with each lick and slight nibble, and then he started pushing his tongue into my hole which sent me wild! ”Oh fuck! Don’t stop! That feels so good!” I screamed. He kept going, getting deeper and deeper with each probe of his tongue. I was in heaven! But suddenly he pulled out, leaving me feel empty. However, I wasn’t empty for long as he started to replace his tongue with his middle finger, gently getting further and further in. One finger became two, as he added his index finger, and two became three as his ring finger went into my hole. He worked his fingers in and out, before finally adding in his pinkie, to make sure that my hole was loose enough to take his thick cock. ”All you’re getting for lube is my spit and precum,” he said as he pulled his fingers out, spat on his cock, and slowly started to push his raw cock into my hole. ”Oh fuck, that feels so good! Give me your poz cock!” ”Yeah? You want my toxic seed filling you up?” He asked, as he slowly pushed further into me. ””Fuck yeah, fucking poz me up! Make me your poz whore!” ”Oh hell yeah!” He said as with one final push, he entered me all the way, and I could feel his cockhead pushing on my second ring. “I’m going to fill you with so much fucking poz seed it’s going to be leaking down your legs for a week!” Now he was all the way in, he started to draw back and pound me, fucking me with all abandon, so that my head was hitting up against the wall. It was like he turned into an animal, lost in the lust of the moment, and the pleasure of pozzing up a neg hole. Holding onto my legs, so they were up in the air, he fucked and pounded me, slapping me every now and then and other times reaching down to kiss me. The sheer animal fury of it took over me as well, as I kept begging for his toxic cum, telling him to poz me up and share his gift with me. This went on for half an hour, and i don’t know where we got the stamina for it, but it was the most passionate fuck of my life. But after half an hour, I could feel his strokes change, and he slowed down, as he growled “I hope you’re ready to become poz because you’re fucking getting my load man!” Then I felt his cock spasm inside of me as he unleashed torrent after torrent of poz cum into my gut. I could feel it warming up my inside, for spurt after spurt. This had to be the biggest load of cum ever! ”Fuck man, give it to me! Give me your poz load!” At the same time, I started my own orgasm, without touching myself. My ass clamped down on Eddie’s cock, milking him for all it was worth, while my dick spewed what was possibly the last neg load I would ever produce all over my chest and face. When he was done, Eddie collapsed on top of me, panting and lazily kissing me on the lips. He slowly pulled out of me, his cock still, incredibly, hard. I could feel some of his cum leak out of my abused hole and onto the bed spread, despite my trying to keep it in. Eddie offered his cock to me, and I noticed a slight pink tinge to the cum before I took it into my mouth to clean off. ”Fuck, that was incredible!” I said once I had licked off the last of the cum from his dick. ”I’m glad you enjoyed it, but we aren’t done yet” Eddie said with a smirk. “I need to make sure my gift takes hold...” And for the rest of the weekend we fucked like rabbits. I must have taken at least 10 loads from him that weekend, and we must have fucked on every surface in the apartment. After that, I never bothered sleeping in my room again, as Eddie and I started dating properly. And six weeks after that initial fuck, I came down with a pretty bad ‘flu. Looks like I got what I wanted...

Always up for swapping piss with other dirty men. Outdoors in jeans and boots

Hey guys this is Chapter 1 of a new story I wanted to write. There's not much action in this first chapter but it builds the scene. Hope you like and don't worry it will get messy pretty quickly. Its also inspired by a real pub I worked in when I was 18. The Pub - Chapter 1 They say change can be a good thing, but when a lot happens at once it can be overwhelming. I had just recently turned 18, had just moved into the city to attend University. I was in student accommodation and I was out walking the streets looking for work. I needed a job to pay bills and have a decent student life, after all my loan would only go so far and my mum wouldn't be in much of a position to help me out. I discovered, however, most of the stores in town had already hired their student workers. It seemed as if the entire uni had hit the town weeks earlier and taken all the good jobs. As I was slowly walking out the end of town back towards my new room, I came across a dank little pub on the edge of a cross roads. The building looked fairly rundown with a front door that had “Entry in the rear” painted across it. In the window was a little rainbow flag, suggesting it was a gay bar or something and next to it was a fresh advertisement for a bar man job. The notice said it was varied shift work and paid a working wage. In fairness I wasn't in a place to look a gift horse in the mouth so I followed the instructions and wandered round the back. There was a dark closed off alley which looked like it continued down to where barrels were stored; however I turned to the right and pushed open the door and stepped inside. The pub was darkly lit and as I walked in the attention of a few of the patrons perked up and stared at me. It was mid afternoon by this point and so the clientele were all in their early sixties at best, some sat along the bar talking to the barman, some hunched over their pints. I approached the barman, trying to ignore all the stares and asked him about the job in the window. He looked to be in his late forties and looked me up and down making me slightly uncomfortable. “You're a damn looker. I think you'll be very popular. I'll just shout the boss and he can give you an interview”. This got a couple of the men chuckling as they started to engage in conversation with me. Whilst the barman headed out the back and up some stairs I did my best to smile and chat with some of the guys at the bar. They inquired about where I had come from, never having seen me around before and I explained I was new to the area and studying. That got a few comments about me being fresh meat and a few more laughs about keeping an eye out for some of the pervs that come in here. I laughed somewhat reluctantly, but they didn't seem all that bad, and I appreciated that whilst they weren't my type, it seemed obvious that they didn't get younger guys in here very often. The barman came back down and told me to head up and that the boss was waiting. The old man closest too me patted my arse giving it a good squeeze and told me to knock them dead and that they were rooting for me. As I got to the top of the stairs I heard a gruff voice beckoning me in to the room on the right. It looked like a fairly nice living space, although it wasn't exactly kept nice and clean. I could see a lot of dishes stacked up in the kitchen and as I turned into the living room the place was cluttered with all sorts of boxes and props and various clothing and fetish gear. There seemed to be a variety of rubber and leather gear strewn around the room. Nothing that shocked me. While I was certainly young, I wasn't naive. While the contents of the room might have been a bit off, it was, after all, merely the room in which I'd be interviewed. On the far side of this large living room was a big torn up leather couch and sat to one side with his legs stretched out was a large beast of a man. He looked to be early fifties, scruffy hair and a big beard. He had a tight wife beater on with a huge bush of chest hair bursting out of all sides and was wearing torn baggy shorts. He stood up and took a few steps towards me palm outstretched. We shook hands; or rather he shook most of my arm with his powerful shake and pointed me to the couch to sit. “So you're looking for some work eh?” he asked giving me a look up and down as I sat down. “You know this is a gay pub right?” I nodded and explained I understood and it wasn't a problem. I explained my situation, having just moved down for University, single mum at home and needed to support myself, no luck in town, etc. “Well I'd be happy to help you out,” he said as he made himself more comfortable lifting a leg up onto the sofa and leaning back getting a better look at me, "but you should know that we do all sorts of events here and you would need to follow a dress code every now and then." His baggy torn shorts slowly fell down his arched leg and I could see he wasn't wearing any underwear. In fact I could actually see he was circumcised and had a large floppy shaft nestling over some huge hairy balls. I tried to focus on his face and desperately tried to pay attention to what he said. “Erm yes that's fine, I'd be happy to wear whatever uniform you require." “Right stand up for me” he said as he adjusted his crotch and rose with me. “Arms up” he commanded and I obeyed without question as he grabbed my -shirt and lifted it up over my head with a quick motion. He gave a little whistle and ran a chubby thick finger down my chest and along my abs. “Damn kiddo you've got a killer body, do you work out a lot?" I blushed, both at the compliment and that I was suddenly topless in front of a stranger in a random house during a job interview. “Erm, yes, I work out a few times a week, but nothing over the top. I have played sports most of my life so I just have a good body, I guess." He was rubbing his hands up and down my abs now and then grabbed my hips and turned me around, his hands went back to my chest and began working my nipples. I couldn't control myself and moaned softly. He chuckled. “So you're a sensitive little scamp too eh? That's good to know. The patrons will love seeing that, right now the rest please," he remarked, his hands unbuttoning my jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor, leaving me standing in my lucky yellow jock bare arse practically pressed into his crotch. “Well hello! I guess this tells me what position you played in sports, eh?" he chuckled, giving my bare arse cheek a squeeze before running his finger between the cheeks, grazing my hole. “Well lad, you look perfect. Great body great attitude, That's the main thing.” Spinning me around, he took my hand, walking me back to sit back down with him on the couch. “Ideally I'd like you to start as soon as possible. There's a shift going tonight if you're keen. I can show you the ropes and if you do a good job and keep the customers entertained and drinking then I think we have a deal”. I spluttered my thanks back to him and shook his hand again. Okay, it wasn't exactly a conventional job interview but I had a trial shift and could start straight away. We both stood up and I bent over to grab my clothes. He had obviously tried to assist as he accidentally bumped into my back side as he clearly had stood too close to me. “Whoops sorry boy” he said as he took my hips in his hand and slowly pulled me up into him, chuckling “Daddy's got you, don't worry.” I laughed politely as I put on my jeans and t-shirt while he watched. I shook his hand one last time as he looked at me fondly and he told me to head back down to begin work at 8:00. “Go home, grab a shower and just come back in what you are wearing. You don't need to put in any effort." I thanked him again and headed back downstairs, and, in passing through the pub the guys at the counter asked how it went. I confirmed I had a trial shift that night at 8:00. “Oh lovely,” said the guy who had patted my bum. “I'll look forward to seeing you then” he winked. I left and walked out the pub heading home to get ready for my first shift, with no clue as to how a simple bar job would bring even more change to my life.

You can find more details about what happened before this story begins here. Part 1 Here I am at the downtown Hilton about to knock on the door of room 617 to meet my first ‘client’. Up until just over a week ago I was chasing pussy and the only partying I knew about involved getting drunk. As the starting quarterback for my high school's football team I am a very popular and can pretty much hey any girl to swing on my rod. So, how did I go from a straight jock to a Tina whore? I’m guessing that it started a couple years ago when I was invited over to a teammate house. I arrived to find my older brother, Jason, getting fucked. Every player there took a turn at my brother including me. After that night I regularly used my brother when I couldn’t find a girl. Jason and his friends used me as I had used him. I’m not completely sure why, but I didn't resist what they were doing to me, actually my body seemed to betray me add I recalled I enjoyed every moment as they fucked me and had me sucking dick. They were giving something they called Tina, forcing me to for from a glass pipe, but when they injected it directly into my vein is when I got hooked on cock and cum. It’s when I met Steven on a gay hookup site that my life spun out of control. Unknowingly to me he recorded video of my getting slammed and fucked by multiple men. He sent me a clip of the video forcing me to meet with him where he gave me a slam and fucked me while forcing me to watch the complete video of me doing drugs b and getting fucked by a number of men. If I didn’t want the video getting out to my family and friends I was to go to work for him as a prostitute. He would have me service selected men. I was to do as the men asked and let them fuck me and thank them for the honor of being their cum dump after they either deposited their cum in my ass or had me swallow their load. The guy in room 617 was to be my first ever client. Steven texted me the information along with instructions to was wear gym clothes and pick up a kit before I met the client. The kit contained an adequate amount of Tina for myself as the client, a glass pipe and the necessary items to self administer a slam. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard footsteps, the door opened a little and the man inside said, “Who's there?” As instructed I replied, “I’m the workout partner you requested Sir.” The door opened and I quickly entered the room. I recognize the man as a very well known professional athlete. I don’t let on I know his real name as he introduced himself, “I’m John and you must by Tyson.” I shook my head and answered, “Yes sir.” John then said, “Perfect. Why don’t you get out of those clothes and get tweeked for me. I like my boys flying while we fuck. I want you see you blow clouds, better yet if you can I’d love to watch you slam yourself if you can.” I took off my sweats to reveal my well formed jock body as I opened my kit. I pulled out my pipe and a rig and began to make you a slam as I blew clouds for John. As I began to load the rig with Tina, John said, “I want you to make that slam as strong as you can take.” I acknowledge his instructions with a “Yes sir.” I continued to blow clouds as I finished prepping my slam. John took his clothes off and watched as I applied the tourniquet to my upper arm, found a big vein, swabbed it with alcohol and slid the needle in my arm. I pulled back just a little as Jason had taught me to show I was in the vein and emptied the contents. I was glad John asked me to slam, I really needed this bad. I pulled the tourniquet off and began to cough hard as John moved in to kiss me hard. I was really flying when John and I got in the bed where he got on his back and pulled me in top of him so I could suck his cock while he ate my ass. His tongue licked and probed my ass causing me to moan as I took his cock into my throat. He had a great cock that semi hard was a decent 7” It continued to get hard as I held it deep in my throat. I felt my ass getting slick with his spit as he informed me, “Make sure you get as much spit on my cock as you can cause that’s all the lube you're gong to get until I breed your jock ass.” I worked up as much spit as I could and slicked up John’s 8½” cock. When he finally stopped rimming me I felt the wetness he created in my ass. He flipped me around as he pushed my legs back and without fanfare sobbed the full length of his cock balls deep in my ass. The penetration was painful at first but quickly subsided as he made good use of my ass. John pistoned in and out of my ass bringing me to moan. After a good 20 to 30 minutes he began to really pound away at my ass, his breathing began to get faster as I felt his cock thicken and grow harder before he grunted and I felt him throb as he filed me his sperm. With his hard cock still working in and out of my seeded hole John kissed me and said, “That just load number one. I haven’t fucked a jock line you before. It’s nice to have a high school quarterback tweaked out on meth to fucking breed."

The making of a pig boy (Disclaimer: All characters are fictional, including the narrators. All resemblance of anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story originated as a hobby for me to get over the writer's hump, so i guessed it worked. It is told from alternating perspectives: the narrator and the Daddy. Mild offensive themes and way too much expletives. and I hope you enjoy and maybe i will write more about this pig and his adventures.) Oh there will be typos. Lots and lots of typos. 1. I have been driving for two hours on a narrow 2 lane road somewhere in rural Arkansas, deep in hill country. The only light on the road are the dim headlights of my battered car. Occasionally i would be blinded by the light of trucks passing me, wheels jacked high and confederate flags flying from the back. An hour later, I finally arrived at the one-stoplight town of Creek. Although it is barely 11pm, the streets are almost completely deserted, save for the entrance of the bar where several men gathered, standing around in loose jeans and tank tops, sipping their beers and smoking in the night air. Across the street from the bar, i found the only motel in town. I paid the tired looking old woman behind the counter and walked across the cracked pavement to my dark and damp room. I pulled my phone and launched the secure messaging app. me: hey hickdad: you made it? me: yes hickdad: ok, do what i tell you to and i will be there in an hour me: ok, see you then. I logged off and unpacked my stuff: some clothes, some toys, lube, a blindfold, and a bottle of poppers. As i cleaned out and showered, i thought about how i ended up in a dingy hotel room in the middle of nowhere. Several months ago, i started chatting to a man named hickdad online. He claimed to be a rough top who love to breed young men like me. As we keep chatting, i found he shared my dirtiest and most perverted fantasies. I spent countless nights chatting with him, only calling him "sir" as he tells me how he would round up a bunch of his hick friends and turn me into a cum dump pig whore. Cyber chatting turned to phone calls and i would have deep, almost violent orgasms as he told me, in his gruff, deep voice, how he would turn me into a cum whore for himself and his redneck friends. Sitting on the dildo he made me order, i would tell him my fantasy of being turned into a sub human cum dump, not a man, just a pig to shoot cum into. I would jerk off constantly to our conversations and chat logs, hypnotized by his voice and his domination over me. As time goes on, hickdad would teach me to train myself on poppers and toys, pushing me to rough neck gyms to build my body, and sending me links to videos of unimaginable perversion. I shot load after load watching dirty pigs like me drinking piss, get bred by anonymous dicks, and begging for poz loads from fat toxic cocks. In a few months, by forcing me to work out hickdad added pounds of muscle to my body. Finally one day a package arrived at my door. It contains a jockstrap, a large buttplug, a large stash of steroids and a letter from hickdad telling me it is time to make my fantasy into reality. That night, over the phone, he instructed me to wear nothing but the jockstrap as my underwear for the next 8 weeks, washing it only when absolutely necessary. Next, I am to use the steroids as instructed to make my body bigger and thicker. I am to use that buttplug daily, stretching my hole and keeping it in for 4 hours every day, especially during my workout at the gym. Finally, in his stern masculine voice, i am ordered not to touch myself at all until we meet. He left me with the address of the motel and ordered me to drive there with my laptop and some clothes in 2 month's time. So here i am, waiting for hickdad in a dirty motel room. Thanks to the steroids he sent, i having put on 30 pounds of muscle, i can scarcely recognize myself. My neck is now as wide as my head, my legs barely fitting into my jeans. My pecs, swollen and thick, are crowned by massive wide nipples that are so sensitive that would make me spring a boner just touching them. True to his instructions, i have only washed the jockstrap twice during the entire time i was wearing it. The original white fabric is now yellowed with piss, sweat and the copious precum my cock spew out during the month of chastity and gym work. After thoroughly cleaned out, i inserted the butt plug into my ass and my cock got hard instantly. I started one of the raunchy videos hickdad sent me on my computer and took a deep huff of poppers while watching. My cock is rock hard inside my jock and i can barely stop myself from jacking off when i hear the sound of a diesel pickup truck parking outside the motel room door. A hairy stocky man in his 40s enter. Wearing nothing but a sweaty cut off t shirt and dirty jeans, hickdad is as masculine and rugged as his pictures suggested. Closing the door behind him, he inspected me from head to toe while i kneel on the carpet in front of him as instructed as he strips off his tshirt, revealing his powerful pecs, massive biceps, and a ton of tats all over his body, including a giant blue black biohazard symbol over his right pec and an intricate scorpion on his left torso. "Hello pig boy" Hickdad said while undoing the top button of his jeans, showing off the waistband of his yellow jockstrap. "hello sir" i replied. "you ready to be used boy?" "yes sir" "yes sir what?" "Yes sir, i am ready to be used sir" "Good boy, get on the bed, on your hands and knees boy" hickdad growled and i jumped to comply. Face down on the dirty sheets on my knees, my ass sticking out. I can feel his rough hands inspecting my ass and the buttplug he ordered me to wear. Firmly and steadily, he pulled on the plug until it dislodges from my hole. I feel empty and desperate to get it filled. "get on your knees faggot" hickdad commanded , and i scrambled off the bed and get on my knees. He is standing right in front of me, the bulge in his jeans inches away from my face.hickdad must have noticed that i am staring at his manhood, because without a word he pulled down his jeans and took them off, leaving his heavy work boots on. I can smell the sweat and piss emanating from the jockstrap. It was all i can do without burying my face into his crotch. "You want this dont you faggot" "yes sir, please sir" Reaching behind him into my bag, he pull out a thick 10 inch dildo and my bottle of extra strength poppers. I watched silently as he spit on the dildo to slick it up. Then he planted it on the wooden chair by the window. "come here and show me what you learned, faggot" I got off my knees and moved over to the chair as hickdad watches. After taking a deep huffs of the poppers, i sit myself onto the large rubber cock. I pinch my swollen nipples as the slick rubber stretches my hole, pushing deep into my rectum, moaning in a animalistic voice and keeping eye contact with my master. When i reach the botttom i rocked back and forth, the rubber cock stirring my insides, while huffing deep snorts of poppers every minute as hickdad trained me to do. By now my jockstrap is soaked through with precum and sweat, and the smell of poppers and my own sex juices and sending me flying. Hickdad got up from the bed and stand in front of me. "Good boy" he intoned as he push my face into his jockstrap. My nose is instantly overwhelmed with its odors, and i hungrily licked and sucked on the fabric, tasting the sweat, piss and cum that has been deposited there for god knows how long while riding the dildo deep inside me. I can feel hickdad's thick manhood stirring behind the thin fabric. Inn no time it become hard and bulging, and i am slobbering all over the pouch like it is my last meal on earth before he pulled away and push my head back. "You like this shit boy?" "Yes sir, thank you sir" "Open wide" I opened my mouth wide just in time for hickdad to hock a big glob of spit into it. I moaned in gratitude, grinding harder onto the rubber cock as he pull his cock out of the jock pouch, and shove the thick and veiny cock down my open throat. 2. "Fuck, that feels good, suck my cock faggot" I grabbed the faggot's head and start raping his pretty little mouth. He is pretty good at it for such a young punk, and his tongue is doing something that makes my cock feel good, better than any of those bitches i fucked when i was locked up. I pulled out of his mouth after choking him for a good 5 minutes. He reached for his poppers and took deep huffs while i sat down on the dirty motel bed. Those roids i sent him did a nice job on him, making him look more like a muscle pig that he wants to be. It was expensive, but i am sure i can make that money back tonight. "get that faggot ass up and bend the fuck over the bed" I said, and the fag did as he was told. I started rubbing the rim of his slicked up hole with my fingertips, and his ass lips start spasming like a pig in heat. "you need my dick up in that faggot cunt don't you" "Yes sir please i need it bad" "Your ass is mine isnt it" "Yes sir my ass is yours sir" "Flip over and put your legs up like i taught you" The faggot flipped over and pulled his legs up, his eyes staring hungrily at me. I pulled my jock down and my 9 inch fat cock sprang up, harder than a rock and already leaking. Without saying a word, i shove my fat cock inside that pig cunt in one stroke. 3. I feel hickdad's fat cock inside me all at once, and it hurts like hell. I screamed, but his rough hand covered my mouth and my voice is muffled as he forcefully raped my hole with his fat cock, pulling out almost completely before pushing it in again. He sneered at me, enjoying the pain he brought to my entire being, after a while i cannot help myself but moan as his cock pounds my ass, making my own dick rock hard, twitching with my heartbeat. He smirked at me as i moaned, his fingers pinching my fat gyno tits and my entire sensation concentrated on my dripping dick, desperate to cum. The pleasure is too much. I am bucking and arching my back, trying to keep his dick pounding inside me. I screamed into the poppered rag he shoved into my face, my cunt overwhelmed by the sensation of his thick meat deep inside me. 4. I pound away at the faggot's cunt, I pulled his fag clit out of the jock and it is fat and swollen, slapping against his stomach as i pound my cock deep inside him. I reached towards the poppers, poured some onto a rag and shove it into the fag's face. As he breathe it in his entire body starting to twist around, the fag monaing like a fucking demon possessed. Suddenly his hole is clenching tight on my fuckstick and that hole just feels so god damn incredible. *mmmm MMMMMM* the faggot screamed into the rag as his ass clamped on my rod like a vice. I am pinching its gyno tits and its eyes 4 rolled into the back of his head. "Fuck yeah boy, take it, take my dick" I growled at the fag as he bucks and squirms under me. His eyes are glazed over, his hole is all he knows now. I leaned in, his clit rock hard against my belly, right on my scorpion tat, my face inches from his. "Take my fucking cock you fucking fag pig" I whispered to him before i spit on its pretty face as i pound away. "I can last for a long ass time in a smooth pig hole like yours. By the way did i mention i am poz boy? You are getting some toxic cum tonight." The pig is staring at me now, a mix of fear and pleasure in its eyes. 5. I stared into Hickdad's eyes as he pound away at my ass. He just told me i am getting pozzed. Suddenly all the pozzing videos i watch flood into my head and all my nastiest, dirtiest fantasies are coming true. "Fuck yes daddy, fuck me with that fat poz cock. I want your toxic cum in my ass pleaseeeee" I begged as his fat dick pounds me hard. My cock is so hard its painful, sandwiched between my gut and his tattooed stomach, my cockhead gettiing rubbed by a intricate scorpion tat. The thought of getting my cunt filled with toxic seeed by a hot redneck daddy is too much. With his fat cock deep into my hole and his fingers twisting my gyno tits my entire body tensed up and I am fucking cumming oh my god... 6. The pig is begging for it now. its hole is gripping my dick like a fucking vice while the stupid pig is begging for my toxic load. Its clit is rock solid hard and the pig's eyes is just wide staring at me. It looks like he is gonna lose its fucking mind when i bite his roid up tit and shove my dick in him one more time. he is clamping tight on my pole like a fucking milking machine and the pig start cumming. Globs of nut juice just come gushing out of that clit all over its tummy as he thrashes under me like a fucking demon moaning oh my god like a bitch. I can feel my load churning inside my balls, ready to knock that bitch up. "fuck yeah bitch, cum for me you fucking pig. you want my poz load dont you? fuck yeah here that nut for you FUCK" The pig is barely listening. its eyes are rolling into the back of its head as my dick keep pumping in and out of its pulsating cunt, spraying my poz load deep inside that hole. I pinned down its arms so he cant play with its clit and it is still ozzing ball juice. 7. His cock feels so fucking good deep inside my ass, just thrusting in my cunt, and my brain cannot think of anything else. My cock has never been harder, but Hickdad was holding my arms down and i cannot jerk myself off. I am moaning like a bitch, staring into his blue eyes and going crazy when suddenly he thrusted one more time, deeper than anything has ever been inside my ass, and he bent down and bite my gyno tits. I screamed when i feel my load come blasting out of my dick. I feel like i am having one of those out of body experience, I cant feel anything except my dick, and all i can do is to lie there and cum, shooting spurt after spurt of my nut while Hickdad shoots his load inside me. I can feel the hot poz cum flooding my cunt and I cant stop myself nutting even more. Pig daddy finished blasting his nut, but his dick is still rock hard in my ass, thrusting and punching that spot that makes me want to cum over and over and that is all i can feel when i pass out. 8. FUCK. That fucking pig cunt was fucking good, milking that load out of my dick. The fucking cunt actually passed out on me, but his fucking hole is still twtiching. Un fucking believable. I pulled out of that tight cunt and wiped myself down with the pig's tshirt. Damn i sweat a whole fucking lot. The cunt is sprawled on its back, a thick load covering his stomach, my load swimming inside that young hot hole. I will let him rest a bit. He isn't done yet for tonight. Not by a long shot. Once i took a breather with a beer and a smoke, I got back to work. The pig is pretty heavy, but I lifted heavier shit than him, so moving him to the middle of the bed and tying his hands to the bed posts is a piece of cake. Next i pulled out the magic marker and wrote CUNT right on his stomach. Then i pulled out my phone and started scheduling dates for the pig. 9. My buddy Joe is the first to arrive. The dude marched into the room wearing his mechanic jumpsuit. Built like a brick shithouse, Joe is my roid dealer and my mechanic, and he spend his entire life lifting, working on cars, and pound every hole he can find. "Yo wassup big guy" "Yo. You got some new meat?" "See for yourself" I said as I point in the pig's direction. By the time i closed the door and turn around, Joe is already stripping off his jumpsuit. The motherfucker is even bigger than i saw him last, he must be really overdoing on the juice. His neck is thicker than his head, and his body is just a giant mass of muscle, like a cartoon drawing of a pro wrestler. In no time, the fucker is on the bed, lifting the pig's leg's up, and teasing it's tight cunt hole just as the pig is waking up. 10. I must have passed out when daddy shot his load in me, because when i woke up my hands are tied to the bed posts and there is something poking at my sore hole. I opened my eyes and there is a massive man in front of me, his bright blue eyes staring at me. He is the skinhead muscle beast of my dreams, just a giant sweaty mass of hot muscle covered in creamy white skin streaked with what i thought is motor oil. His pecs are super huge, hanging over his roid gut, his nipples pink and fat and pointing straight forward. I can barely moan in lust before he start entering me. His dick is not as long as hick dad's but it is thick as hell, and it stretched my hole something serious. Hickdad helpfully shove a popper soaked rag under my nose as the stud pounds into me, alternating between slow deep strokes and fast ones. "Fuck you are so fucking huge..." i moaned, "Fuck yeah thats a fucking tight faggot pussy right here", the man growled towards hickdad, who is sitting on the other bed, smoking and smirking while his dick pounded away inside my hole. In no time i am rock hard again, my arms struggling against the cuffs.

Last night went to crew club in DC not too busy Got a room and laid on my stomach couple of minutes this hung Latin guy came in and stared to play with my ass. He wisdpered would I take it bare When I said sure he slipped it in Slow at first then picked up the pace. I could hear him moaning and then he asked where I wanted him to cum Once I said inside he shot a huge load in my ass he laid on top go a while then left

Lately I've been trying to pay it forward a bit by breeding a few of my brother cumdumps, and I've been pretty amazed at how, um, clueless some of them seem to be in terms of how to host a breeding scene. As a no-load-refused spermwhore, I take a lot of pride in my work and really go out of my way to give the tops who unload in me a high quality experience, and it gives me a lot of grief for other load takers out there to be so totally fucking it up. Maybe I'm alone here, but I'm going to start a list of what NOT to do if you're going to put your ass up for anonymous guys to fuck and fill in the hopes that bottoms everywhere will up their game and give their tops a pump and dump to remember: 1. Bad lighting - seriously, the one fluorescent bulb at your cheap motel isn't doing you any favors. Use candles - fake ones if you have to - or at least bring the lights down low. 2. Regular TV playing - wtf? I didn't come to watch D-list celebrities hawk cheap crap on a late night infomercial - put some porn on, and if you don't have any, turn the TV off. 3. Bad music - you may be into hyper tweaker music, but there's a good chance the guy about to shoot his sperm in your hole isn't - this isn't a dance floor, so go with some mood music (google "good music to fuck to") or at least keep the volume down to where your moans are louder than anything. 4. No parking - probably a big issue only in bigger cities, but if you're hosting random tops you gotta let give em a place to park before they cream you - type up a set of instructions for access to your hole for dudes who drive and dudes who don't, and send em out in your FIRST hookup email. Sometime a top will make a choice on which local cumdump to breed on the basis of whose hole is easiest to access - don't give him any reason to resent the fact that getting his cock to your cunt is harder than he thought. 5. Security - wow, this one feels like a no-brainer, but for guys who are hosting ass-up in their apartment or renting a motel room - choose one with easy street access, and if you can't offer that, then let your breeders know about the security situation / how to minimize the weirdness of walking past it as soon as you offer your puss for service. Sorry for the rant - the intention was to start a forum for cumdumps to learn how to better serve their tops. Tops, if you have suggestions of your own, I hope you'll add em here.

I have many times at Timberfell Lodge and Campground near Knoxville TN. It is a large property where you can rent a room, a cabin, bring your RV or camp out with your tent. I have been naked there for days at a time and openly fucked and fisted all over there. It also has a onsite night club as well as pool, showers, sauna, etc. For sex beasts like me it is absolute heaven.

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Thank you so much for your comments. Cory and Matty's adventures would continue, along with some of the characters from the original story.

You may need to consider why you don’t trust yourself; why you are not allowed to let go.... is it guilt (was for me); is it concern about your own safety? You note that your worries you will become the bicycle but honestly what is holding you back? Sex is fun and your allowed! pvt me about being a wingman if you want to explore that too. hang happy - life’s very short

Fuck yeah!!!! Once I get going, which is pretty much when the first cock enters, I become nothing more that a hole.

Totally hot! I work to arrange for my husband or boyfriend to catch me in the act whenever possible. Sometimes hubby let's men in and watches while the tag team me in the sling, or the boyfriend will come downstairs late at night and join in the fun, etc. Sometimes I catch them bent over or fucking a young pup and join in to eat an ass and add a load or they will tell us about hotel fuck sessions with younger men during business travel. It's funny, when we started opening up our relationship there was an assumption that we were playing safe, but a year later we both confessed that neither ever had. It makes me incredibly horny to know that my boys are swapping DNA with other sexy men and sharing those experiences to enrich our sex life (although it can be even hotter to have a secret for a while ? Happy Breeding, men!

I'm at 462 loads! Last year I almost hit 1,000 by now. I need to step it up if I want to reach my goal of 4800 loads in 2019.

PART 2: Marcus and I continued to see each other, as friends, at parties and bars with our mutual buddies. Most of the time he'd have his girlfriend, Chloe, with him. Our relationship changed subtly. We acted more relaxed around each other and he would touch me in a "bro" way, much more often than he did before we had sex. We were definitely closer and sort-of intimate in a bromance kind of way. This went on for a few weeks, without either of us ever mentioning the night he finally came inside someone (me), which was the first time I'd ever taken a poz load. This Friday night we pre-partied at our buddy's apartment and Chloe, his girlfriend, was there again. She was very pretty, and I really liked her. We had even begun to get closer. It was her idea to go out to the club, she wanted to dance. Nobody wanted to go though, but Marcus was obligated as the good boyfriend to take her dancing. Chloe tried really hard to convince other people to come along, but everybody wanted a more chill night in. She particularly put her efforts into persuading me to go with her and Marcus to the club. She was dancing up on me, and said,"Marcus can't dance, come on, you have to come so I can have a dancing partner. Pleassse?" I looked at Marcus and he just gave a shrug and a smile. I caved to peer pressure and decided I would tag along and go dancing with them. Marcus had booked an Uber and it didn't take long before we were piling in the back seat together. The Uber driver asked,"Where to?" Chloe immediately responded,"Majesty!" I looked at Marcus questioningly because while it was the biggest and best dance club in the city, it was also predominantly gay. Chloe saw the look on my face and me looking at Marcus and said to me,"Come on, it's the best club for dancing, and you don't have to play like you're straight around me anymore." We all laughed and Marcus just shrugged and smiled again, "She calls the shots bro." We got to the club about midnight and surprisingly the line was out the door already. We got in quickly, and first order was Chloe going to the bathroom, while Marcus and I got everybody drinks. While he and I were at the upstairs bar getting all the drinks he said,"Thanks for coming out tonight man. I know you didn't really want to. Just so you know, I didn't tell Chloe you were gay, she's actually the one that told me the night before...you and I...well in the sauna... Chloe found out from her co-worker, I think you would call him a twink. haha. Anyways, you apparently fuck him on the regular." I gulped a big swig of my drink. Damn, my throat got dry all of a sudden, and I was beginning to sweat. ---So he found out I was gay the night before he fucked me? Hmmm. Chloe popped up between the two of us, grabbing a drink from Marcus with one hand and grabbed my hand with her other, dragging me out to the dance floor,"Come on! Let's dance!" she yelled. I actually really enjoy dancing, and she and I lit the floor up. We were on the dance floor for a solid hour, thoroughly soaked in sweat. Marcus would watch us from the sidelines, refreshing our drinks and had a small table ready for us with bottled water for when, or if, we ever took a break. We had an amazing time. I started to get a little tired, and she had to pee, so we finally made it to Marcus' table. She said she was ready to go home, so Marcus ordered an Uber and while we waited she was still dancing next to the table in between Marcus and myself. He was behind her as she ground her ass against his crotch, his mouth was on her sweaty neck, and his hands held her tiny hips tightly. His strong hands. Chloe moved my hands to her hips too, then moved them on top of Marcus' hands. He was still kissing Chloe's neck, but he was looking straight into my eyes. It was the first time Marcus and I had touched intimately since the night he came in me. We got to their apartment, and Chloe insisted I come in for a beer and to wind down. Chloe was drunk and very horny, she was all over Marcus. I wasn't jealous, it was nice to see. But it was getting me horny! I was watching music videos on the TV when she drug Marcus to their bedroom, for obvious reasons. I resigned myself to the couch and laid down. I vaguely heard Chloe cumming, she wasn't quiet, and it sounded like she really got off. It wasn't ten minutes later when Marcus came out of the bedroom in just gym shorts. I immediately noticed he wasn't wearing underwear and was still somewhat hard. Marcus went to the fridge and asked if I wanted another beer. I said,"sure, but shouldn't you have some water? I heard Chloe in there, and it sounded like you probably need to rehydrate." Marcus laughed as he handed me my beer. He was standing in front of me, his still semi hard cock about a foot from my face under a thin layer of mesh gym shorts material. I could smell the sex from him and it made my face flush and my dick harden. Marcus said,"I"m surprised you heard us over the tv, these walls are pretty well insulated. And you know I don't gotta hydrate, you know the way it is with me and my girlfriends. I can't cum with a condom and they won't let me fuck them without one." He put his hand on the side of my face and lifted it up looking down at me,"nobody's ever let me cum in them, except you." I couldn't even look at him now, because his cock was fully erect in his shorts right in front of my face and I couldn't control myself one second longer. I grabbed his cock and gave it a squeeze. He put his beer on the table and dropped his shorts, put his hand behind my neck and used his other hand to aim his thick uncut cock at my mouth. I eagerly sucked his throbbing monster into my mouth. I could taste the condom residue and when I deep throated him I could smell Chloe's pussy on his pubes. It excited me so much, that I undid my pants and pulled my dick out and started stroking as I vigorously sucked his cock. I was bouncing up and down on it as he told me to,"suck that dick. I know you want it. You want this load don't you? You want my cum inside you, don't you? Tell me.." I came off his cock and said,"yes. I've missed your cock, and I want your cum inside me. Wherever you want to put it." He quickly yanked me up from the couch and grabbed my pants and underwear and jerked them down, pulling my feet out of them. He kissed me hard on the mouth and slipped his tongue inside me. I moaned into his mouth and felt his hands on my ass. He pulled his mouth back for a second and stuck two fingers inside my mouth and I sucked them as he moved them in and out. He pulled them free from my mouth and spit on his two wet fingers, reaching around and began to push them into my asshole as he grabbed my head with his free hand and kissed me hard again. He got his fingers up inside me to the knuckle and again, I moaned into his mouth. Marcus was being aggressive and I loved it. He turned me around and pulled off my shirt, he wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His muscular pecs and stomach were against my back and his cock was snugly in my ass crack. He spat into his free hand and I could tell he was lubing up his cock, seconds later I felt his cockhead pushing against my hole. It breached my opening and I sighed in pain and pleasure while he kissed my neck and forced more of his stiff cock inside my ass. He moved forward, causing me to have to put my knees up on the couch, he pushed my head forward so I was bent over now in doggy style. I felt his hand firmly grasp my hips, he started fucking his big cock in and out of my hole. My asshole felt so good as he longdicked me. Feeling his slick cock sliding all the way in and out of me had me leaking precum and I grabbed my swollen cock to jerk off while he pounded my ass. "Oh god, Marcus, fuck me. Shit that feels so good. I can't wait for you to finish off inside me," I said. Marcus responded,"You like this big black cock? You want my poz load up that pussy?" I told him to please cum in me, fill me up good. We were making quite a bit of noise at this point, but I didn't care if Chloe woke up and saw us even, it felt so good, I wasn't going to let him stop until he unloaded in me. I could tell he was getting close too, he was fucking me so hard, my ass was getting plowed into at such a fast rate, I was glad he had lube on his cock from the condom that he used to fuck Chloe not too long ago. Just thinking of that made me hornier, and I wanted his cum even more knowing that his girlfriend never took it. Marcus began moaning and saying,"oh fuck, here it comes. I'm about to blow. Ah shit, ah shit, ah shiiitttt." He slammed into me deep and I felt his cock swell and thicken stretching my hole out more as he pumped me full of his poz cum. He kept himself buried deep inside me as I continued to jerk off and I was getting close. I guess he could tell I was about to blast his couch with my cum because he grabbed my hand and stopped me. "Wait, please?" I said, "please let me cum with you still inside me." He slowly pulled out of me, grabbed me and turned me around face to face. His lips met mine with force and his tongue snaked into my mouth to wrestle with mine. His hands moved up to my shoulders and pushed me down firmly so that I was seated on the edge of the couch. I briefly watched a few seconds of the music video playing as hot shirtless guys danced around a diva. He dropped to his knees and grabbed my legs, and spread them wide. I felt so open and powerless. He looked down and aimed his rigid cock at my wet hole, while his hands held my ankles wide and high I felt his cockhead on my hole right before he slammed fully into me. I gasped, my mouth was in a permanent "O" because that thick dickhead just punched my prostate and he held it there applying pressure to it, squeezing the cum out of it, making it escape through my cock onto my stomach. He immediately began fucking me at breakneck speeds, and it brought me back to the first time we fucked. He was able to blow a second load within minutes of the first one last time, and this was how he did it. I hoped it was happening again, remembering it last time was enough to bring me off, my body went stiff and I began shooting cum into my open mouth and all over myself as he rammed my prostate. I was drenched in my own cum as I watched him build up to his second orgasm, he moved his hands to my hips and thrust himself as deeply as he could and I felt his cock swell yet again pumping his load into me. I think we were both exhausted at this point. He pulled out, and he lifted my limp legs to slide my underwear back onto me. He laid my motionless body down on the couch, put his gym shorts on, and crawled up next to me, pulling the couch blanket over us. We both blacked out. The morning sun shined brightly through the living room window curtains. Music videos were still playing on the tv. I was disoriented for a minute while my mind processed where I was, and why I was there and what had happened. Marcus was still snuggled up to me under the blanket on the couch. His arm was around me, and I felt his erection against my ass. I was worried, Chloe would wake up and catch us like this. I shook him and told him to hurry and get up before his girlfriend woke up. He yawned and stretched a little. He said,"Don't worry, she sleeps like a zombie til late. Last night was amazing man. Watching you and Chloe dance last night had me hard half the time I was at the club." I was like,"what? You were sitting at the table in the club with a boner watching your girlfriend and I dance? You fuckin' pervert. No wonder you're hard right now." Marcus said,"You call me the pervert, but you let me fuck you like a cum hungry slut and you've taken four of my poz loads in your ass and acted like it was a gift from heaven." My mouth hung open in disbelief, but he had a point. I was a total cumslut when it came to him fucking me. I mean, he's fucking hot, straight, hung, and cums gallons and not just once. I laughed and said,"okay, okay, that's me in the moment, yes. I kinda separate those moments from you and me, as buddies. Right now, we're blurring the lines and it has me freaking a little." Marcus, ran his hand down my side and grabbed my underwear to yank them down. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit in it, moved it to my mouth and said,"spit." I did as he commanded and spit in his hand. He reached under the blanket and lubed up his rock hard cock. He pushed into my hole with relative ease, but I could feel the friction. I groaned, and just let him do what he wanted to me. Marcus smiled and said,"see? you don't even try to stop me from fucking you when a minute ago you were worried about Chloe waking up? You're a whore for me." He was right, I couldn't help it either, his thick bare cock filling my hole up deeply was irresistible. I went from worrying about his girlfriend waking up to not caring if his grandma walked in on us as soon as his cock began to push into me. He firmly held my hip as he fucked slowly in and out of my hole. His massive loads from last night were enough that he didn't need any lube besides our spit to enter me. It wasn't as slick as last night, but he was going so slowly that it didn't need to be. He propped his head up on his hand while he rested his elbow on the pillow looking down at me. He looked so casual...from the waist up. I again warned him,"we better stop before Chloe gets u...." Just then the bedroom door opened and Chloe walked out in just a t-shirt, her tight pert tits were clearly bra-less and she wore a thong, her ass cheeks bounced as she went straight for the kitchen. Meanwhile Marcus simply moved his eyes from me, to the tv and began watching the music video. Marcus said,"Good morning babe. You feel okay? I came in here after you passed out to keep my homie company and we kinda blacked out here." Chloe turned around looking disheveled but glowing, she smiled and said,"I actually feel really good. I think all that dancing and then a good orgasm was what I needed last night. You guys look so cute, do you two want some coffee?" I was dumbfounded, as all of this unfolded before me, Marcus' cock was STILL deep inside me and he was still slowly fucking me. Marcus looked down at me and said,"you want some?" with a big smile. I knew he meant, did I want his cum, but he was trying to shake me loose to answer Chloe about the coffee. I stammered, "Uhmmm, yeah. Sure, yeah I want it...I mean, some. Some coffee, yes, please." Chloe responded, "great! two coffees coming up!" Marcus laughed, "yup, coming up!" as he continued to fuck my hole, picking up a little speed. Chloe had her back to us working on the coffee, and Marcus looked down at me, kissed me hard on the lips and whispered,"you ready for it? you want me to cum up in that hole?" I said,"yes, breed me again..." He tensed up and I felt him blasting inside me again as his girlfriend finished up our coffees. She brought them over to us and handed each of us our own cups while Marcus was still inside me. Chloe said, "I gotta put some pants on, it's freezing in here," as she bounced to the bedroom. Marcus pulled out of my asshole, and pulled up his shorts and sat up. He winked at me as he brought his cup to his mouth. I just shook my head and said, "whatever Marcus, it's your funeral." and rolled my eyes. He laughed into his mug.

Hope he cums in him more time

All the time, my favorite last load stories from me frequently include a top who's profile indicates they want to use a condom, properly, and end up raw

I conveniently 'just ran out' if any married guy wants to 'suit up'. I tell them I'm on PrEP and tested and it's up to them. I've only had 2-3 guys in the last two years say "they had brought their own"... and had rubbers with them. One guy converted to raw fucking and breeding (big loads). The other two? Haven't invited them back. So in my case - almost every single married guy was willing to fuck me raw... and breed me. That definitely secures a repeat visit. Grin.

Public Facebook post from the owner of the Phoenix....... ==================////// We want to take this moment to thank everyone for the outpouring of support from our incredibly loyal and beloved Phoenix family. You’ve been in our corner for more than 35 years now, and we have overwhelming felt that support these past few days, too. On Thursday afternoon, ATC cited us that we were in violation of some state laws. The citations were not unlike what we have seen them recently give other gay bars. We plan on attending our hearing and stating our case. We feel it’s important to state the bar was not raided. Patrons were not arrested. Our queer ancestors were dragged out of our safe spaces and sanctuaries by law enforcement. They were arrested. They lost their jobs, families and friends. They were assaulted. And as we saw at Upstairs Lounge and Pulse, they lost their lives. It’s important that we state clearly what happened on Thursday and what our ancestors fought for and persevered are two different things. But the fight is the same. An attack on one of us is an attack on all us. We hope you stand with us. We hope you stand with Rawhide. Our LGBTQ+ community in New Orleans is one full of so many beautiful people. We have been so honored to be a part of this community for more than 35 years. We love hosting the local queer groups for monthly fundraisers and special events. As we work toward our hearing date, the entire bar is open, upstairs and down. While we wait for that date, there might be some slight differences to what you’re used to seeing. Most things will go on as planned. Next weekend, Atlas Grant returns for Mardi Gras. The Southernmost Puppy Weekend is back April 5-7. And we are very excited for our Phoenix Leather Weekend April 12-13, where we welcome all folks and all expressions of leather. Thank you for all your outpouring of support. It means more than you know. We hope that you continue to do so as we navigate this moment. Clint Taylor The Phoenix Bar

3 Things cross my mind in this scenario: 1) I don't care about dick size, it's OUR time to fuck. So, I fuck my bottoms the way they prefer and want to be fucked. If it involves his dick, I'm cool with it. If not, don't matter. We're here to have fun and ruined colons. 2) If the bottom feels insecure about his dick, or means of mentioning it, I wanna sit down with him and remind him that he's still a man. Regardless of the porn-related ideologies or pseudo-science, he should never feel less of himself due to his size, ability with erections or whatever. He deserves to love himself, and feel that his body (regardless of parts) should be loved and cared for. 3) If the bottom GENUINELY is okay, and consents to me using such porn-related ideologies and pseudo-science all for the sake of "dirty talk" in order to have him wailing and squealing in pleasure, then by all means "YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES, YES"! *IF YOU WANNA READ SEX STUFF, GO TO THE LOWER SECTION LABELED "SEX STUFF NOW"* In my personal experience, having a small dick is frowned upon. It's used as an insult, belittled by women who wanna take a jab at "masculinity," is used to slander gay men by gay men, and holds different meanings for different people. For some, having a dick in the first place doesn't matter to one bottom, while the other is severely insecure, due to never being respected and having to keep up a "tough" image to justify his existence. For my experience, I've been sexually neglected nearly ever since I began being sexual. It was always a chore. I never had an orgasm. Never had someone make me give a shit. I've been with slutty boys/Men and they all promised amazing sex. In the end, they all just were boring excuses for me to get away from studying. Tops were lazy, bottoms were selfish, etc. It wasn't until I started to say "no" to losers is when I started actually having fun in bed. Where I learned I like being a top, or being a bottom for someone who knows how to throw dick. For now, I feel confident, loved and feel great about my body. But, during those times of being neglected, I constantly made me feel so self-conscience about my body; more particularly, my dick. Tops wouldn't touch it. Bottoms refused to suck it or even bend over. I felt like my dick was too small or wasn't good enough. It really made me feel like "My dick isn't good enough. My manhood isn't good enough. I'm not good enough. Pleasure is only for those who are 'Good enough.'" Even with my interest in mind, it made me really relate to those who just don't get any love in bed. Turns out my size wasn't the issue - it was the fact the guys were just unhealthy and couldn't handle long sessions. Or they were dumbasses. I say both. So, when it comes to a bottom, or someone who happens to bottom, regardless of the size, I honestly wanna suck the dude's dick. For me, it's paying forward or back for allowing me to fuck them. Sure, I love to rim, fuck the hell out of a dude, and make him cum hands free. However, I always leave the option to me sucking them off, in order to remind them: "Hey, I care about your pleasure, too. This is an act of two people. Both of our pleasures matter. You matter." Obviously, some bottoms don't wanna have their dick touched at all (Hey, less work for me lol). However, I wanna say that I respect my bottoms. I want them to cum; I want them to let loose; I want them to use my cock as a means of getting off and feeling admired. So, I want guys with small dicks to realize that they are still guys (if they identify as such). You still matter. You having a small dick and bottoming doesn't mean anything negative or weak about you. Your pleasure, your respect, your self respect, and self does matter and will not change because of a cock up your ass. You're perfect the way you are, and should love yourself no matter what. P.S. I love flip-fucking. And a dude with a 2 1/2 cock made me cum way better than any lazy 8 incher ever did. So, keep that in mind lol SEX STUFF NOW: However, now with the lengthy "Dove Commercial" out the way, I couldn't care less about size. I'm the one fucking here, right? I'm fucking a dude. Whether his dick is long, medium, short, lengthy, stubby, thin, girthy, or not even having one - I'm the one fucking them. They're riding my cock, taking my babies, and cumming from me destroying their prostate. So, wouldn't matter to me. However, if he does have a small cock, and is okay with some "dirty talk," then I would love to go hard as fuck with him. Stroke my cock against his to show I'm "Alpha Male." Have my warm and hard cock snake down to the back of his wet balls. Press my head at the entrance of his "pussy." Slowly go in his tight hole, and make him my "woman." Fucking away his manhood one thrust at a time. But, then again, I do this with guys with 9-inch cocks, too, so.... But, A bottom with a small cock makes it easier to suck him off and lick his balls. And if he's cool with it, love to eat out his hole and cock like pussy, and think of his equipment as a vag with a "clit," "pussy" and balls, to boot! But, I can't deny, a guy with a smaller cock does make me feel more "Alpha." But, that only pertains to the "dirty talk" pseudo-science. Not in all seriousness.

This is a crazy story, but my first watersports experience was during the first porn film I ever shot! I'd always wondered about WS and whether i'd like it, but when the director met with me a few days before (he lived fairly local) and told me the set up I was like, oh hell, can I really do this?! The next few days were spent pissing on myself in the shower as a kind of training. Anyway, the scene set up was that I owed a group of guys money that I didn't have so they were gonna fuck me, abuse me and piss all over me in punishment. I loved it. There was one point where a guy pissed all over my face, body, in my mouth, over my hair for what seemed like three minutes - he had a boner so that's probably what made the piss take so long! Since then I've never looked back, and enjoy getting pissed on and drinking from the tap whenever I can. I should say too that I only ended up doing a handful of porn films - I was a total tourist! - and most of them were pay-per-view that didn;t go anywhere. But this scene was for a Triga DVD, and it ended up going all over Europe!

that's what so thrilling about it,just letting a poz load explode inside you

Can't wait until I am bred thoroughly and lucky enough to get those two magic lines! Anxious to get knocked up by that special poz Daddy...

Blow a huge load when I got two lines. The second line I got was faint but I am confirmed positive here

6. JP I woke up as the sunrise crossed from subtle to direct and intense. I woke up early enough during the week that it was sometimes hard to sleep in on the weekends. As I shifted position, a boy pressed his head against my chest. From the innate sense mammals have for their mates, I could tell that the boy was not Cal nor was the boy Jon. Slowly, it came back to me. Jon had brought a new boy over, a boy for us to play with, and with luck, infect. But somehow, it had gone a bit off the rails. The boy was adorable, and his hungry hole had drained us all dry. However, when it turned into a second and then a third load that he milked out of us, there was more than just physical attraction. He looked up at me. "Morning," he said. I leaned in and kissed him. I could taste the other two men in my family. "Morning," I finally replied as I broke off the kiss. My leg was pressed against his groin, and I could feel that he had sprouted morning wood. He pressed it even harder against, still horny from the night before. Behind him, Jon opened his eyes. Cal had gotten up earlier; if I had to guess, his hole had been hungry when he woke up. He would have hit the pipe, then tried to find some random guy to breed his hole. He required a pretty steady diet of sperm to stay satisfied, and even with the two of us, we couldn't always keep up. He would return soon enough, sweaty, disheveled, tweaking, and dripping sperm. Hopefully, by then, some more of the guests would have arrived, and he'd be able to get even more loads from them. "Good morning," Jon said. He leaned in, over Seth's head and kissed me. Then he leaned down and kissed Seth's head. "Hungry boy," he murmured. "Oh?" I asked. "His hole is trying to swallow my dick," Jon said. "You need to get fucked?" I asked Seth. "Please," he said. I reached down and grabbed his butt cheek, pulling it apart and exposing Seth's well-used hole for Jon's raw cock. "Fill me up," he continued. "Careful what you ask for," I said. My fingertips brushed against Jon's dick. It was soft and warm on the outside, but that masked the rigid, stiff core. His shaft was still slippery with the sweat, spit, lube, and cum that had accumulated over the course of the evening and into the small hours of the night. There was a soft gasp from Seth; Jon had penetrated the boy and the fuck had begun. "Mmmmmm," Jon moaned. More of his shaft slid past my fingers. Jon was always horny in the morning. It was the perfect time for Seth to be gifted with another thick and potent load of sperm. "Fucking hot." "Can you feel the cum up there?" I asked. Jon smiled. "Hell yeah," he said. "So much god damned sperm in this boy." "You're a lucky boy," I told Seth. "I know I am," Seth said. He moaned as Jon pushed his dick a bit further. It was a moan of pleasure; I wondered if he'd feel the same pleasure when being fucked at the end of our weekend together. "Your dick. So damn hard. And so fucking deep." "And so completely raw," Jon whispered into his ear, just loud enough for me to hear it over the sounds of the two men fucking. "Raw. And safe," Seth replied. "Fucking perfect." My dick twitched. The night before, Jon and I had replaced most of the poor boy's PReP with harmless and ineffective sugar pills. The occasional live ammunition would make it even worse for Seth; it would help ferment a drug-resistant strain even as he thought it was protecting him. All I needed to do now was to habituate him to skipping doses as well. "Taking it all boy?" I asked. "I am. Every raw inch of it." I leaned in and kissed him. I pressed my tongue into him and forced myself onto him. He accepted me willingly, even sucking me deeper. It was easy to lose myself into the kiss, even more so knowing my husband was fucking him. It was the same feeling we had with Cal. A fourth would be an interesting addition to our small family. "He's gonna cum in me, isn't he?" "Yeah," I said, then kissed him again. We got lost, taking several minutes to remember to breathe, much less continue to talk. "Cum deep in your guts," I said. "That's what I want," Seth replied. Another kiss, another five minutes of intimate pleasure. "His load in my ass." I wrapped my arm around Seth's head, and leaned in to kiss Jon. He was a bit flushed, his face red. He always looked that way, right before he reached orgasm. "Breed him," I whispered to my husband. "That's my plan," Jon said. "Fill him with my cum." I whispered in his ear, this time softly so that only Jon could hear me. "Your hot poz cum," I said. "You know it." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, crushing Seth between us. The young man moaned; Jon's cock was being forced even deeper into his body, and he was loving every second of it. "Fucking cumming," Jon grunted, as his body spasmed in uncontrollable pleasure. "Breed him," I grunted. I had kept my hand on Seth's ass; now it was time to hold him tight. My grip was tight enough to keep him from squirming away. It was his destiny to get loaded up by a bunch of poz men, and it would be a pity for him to miss another one of Jon's massive morning loads. "Fill him up." "Fuuuck yeah," Jon grunted. He had hit the point where the only thing that mattered was his dick and the pleasure it was getting from shooting its load into Seth's asshole. "Fuuuuck," he grunted again. Each one was indicated another eruption of pleasure for Jon, and another spurt of hot, thick cum into Seth. "You're cumming in me," Seth moaned. His voice was a bit weak; I wondered just how intense it was for him. "Fucking fill me up with your hot daddy cum." "Take it, boy," Jon said. "Fucking take every drop." Seth had called him Daddy, and that had gotten Jon's dick throbbing even more. Two more spurts landed in Seth before the boy had even had a chance to breathe. "Fucking breeding you, my boy." "Please, Daddy," Seth said, embracing his desires and dreams, and allowing himself the pleasure of being properly fucked by a real man: hard and intense, raw and unprotected, dangerous and euphoric. "Breed me." "Oh, damn," Jon grunted, then sighed in exhaustion. His pace was slowing down, but Seth had gotten a fresh morning load of cum in his ass. "Fucking intense," he said, then kissed me again. There was sweat on his lips, and I could sense the heat rising from his body. "Fucking good boy." "Fucking hard Daddy," Seth said. He nibbled on one of my nipples, and my dick throbbed. Watching my husband fuck a young boy had reminded me of my own morning wood. "Both daddies," he said. Behind him, Jon slowly pulled his dick from Seth's hole. He then rolled onto his side, his arms and legs spread trying to cool down. "You ok?" I asked. "Fine. Just tired." "You got a workout," I said. "As did you," I said to Seth. He smiled and kissed me. "Happy boy?" "Yeah. But hungry. Daddy dick is filling, but it just leaves you wanting more." "Careful there, boy," Jon said. He was still breathing heavily. "Can I get some food?" Seth asked. "Sure," I said. "You know where the kitchen is, right?" "Yep." He climbed to his knees with surprising dexterity, especially for one freshly fucked, and literally not even out of bed yet. "Take what you need. And come back and let me fuck you," I said. I grabbed my cock and felt how hard it was. Seth paused for a second stepping off the bed. He reached back and grabbed his ass, pulling it aside for me to admire his asshole. There was a smear of white spooge against a light spray of hair. My dick throbbed. "Will do, Sir," Seth said. My dick dripped when I heard him call me Sir. I looked over and saw Jon staring at my cock. He looked up and waited for Seth to step out of the room. "I saw that," he said. He rolled over next to me. "You liked him calling you Sir," he said. He reached down, and ran his finger over the tip of my dick, lubricated by my pre-cum. "Really liked it," he said, and then licked his fingers clean. "Or Daddy," I said. Jon reached down and continued to stroke my dick. It was still hard, and even the light stimulation from Jon caused another drop of cum to form. "Yeah," Jon said, and trailed off for a second. He continued to gently fondle my stiff staff. "Daddy." He leaned up against me and nibbled my ear. I turned towards him and we kissed. "Big daddy dick," he said, running his finger along the length of my shaft. "Poz daddy dick," he mumbled, before I stuck my tongue back in his mouth. "Charged up poz dick," I said. "My man need a recharge?" I asked. I was looking forward to getting my dick into Seth again, but there was more than enough cum in my heavy balls to make all the men in my life happy. "Yeah," Jon said. "You gonna shoot that infected spooge into my raw hole?" The dirty talk, so explicit about the virus we both carried, was turning me on. "Hell yeah. Re-charge my drug-free husband?" "Re-charge, yes. Drug-free, hopefully not," Jon said. Memories of the night before came back to me. I remembered dumping out Seth's PReP. I remembered Jon saying he was going to stop taking his HIV meds. I remembered being hard as a rock at the implications of what we were doing. "Wait. You're gonna take meds today?" I asked. "Of course not," Jon said. "Seth deserves our most potent fluids." He rolled over and opened the bed table drawer. I smiled. "But drug free?" he said as he produced a glass pipe and a torch. "Not if I can do anything about it." With his free hand, a bottle of poppers also appeared. "Wanna start the party?" "Only if I can breed your raw hole," I said. I already knew the answer to the question. "Fuck yeah," Jon said. He sat up in bed, and held the glass pipe up to the window, examining how much was still left in the bowl. "More than enough for us," he said. He lit the torch and held it under the bowl, expertly rolling it and pulling the flame. It was only a few seconds before the first tendrils of white smoke leaked out. "This is going to be fun," he said. He wrapped his lips around the stem, and inhaled deeply. I could see the bowl empty. He paused for a second, and it refilled. He emptied it several more times; I was too distracted by his ass to count them properly. "Fuck," he grunted, and a small cloud escaped from his mouth. Then he leaned in, and pressed his lips against mine. He exhaled, forcing the thick cloud into my lungs. I gasped, but managed to get most of the cloud. We continued to kiss, exhaling and inhaling the cloud between us. Jon pressed his body against me. His cock was still semi-hard from fucking Seth. It felt good to feel him against me, especially as my cock slipped between his legs, and eagerly sought out his hole. "Fuck," I said. "I want to get inside you." "I want you in me," Jon said. "Fucking me." "Breeding you," I said. "Recharging me," Jon mumbled. The tina was just hitting my brain, and my dick was throbbing. "Repozing you," I said. I reached over for the pipe; Jon handed it over. It was still lightly smoking, so I put it in my mouth. Jon held the torch under it, and within a second or two, my lungs were sucking in the thick clouds. "Mmmmmm," I muttered, waiting for the bowl to re-fill. "Help you pass it on to Seth," he said, dreamily. I could tell the tina was hitting him as well. It was a good feeling; our thoughts were getting sleazier and sleazier, and our bodies aroused and ready to follow those thoughts to their logical conclusion. But yet, I didn't want us to get too high yet. The entire weekend stretched out before us, a weekend full of partying and playing and pozzing. I nodded, and Jon killed the torch. I handed the still-warm pipe to Jon, who managed a still respectable hit. We kissed again, and swapped the cloud back and forth. "This is nice," he finally said. "I'm still going to fuck you," I replied. I exhaled the last of the cloud, and it slowly drifted down, and then off the bed. "Still going to fuck you hard." "And raw," Jon said. I rolled him over onto his back, and maneuvered myself between his legs. Instinctively, he grabbed his ankles, and spread his legs wide. I just let my dick follow the path outlined by Jon's muscular, hairy thighs. It led directly to his hole and I let my cockhead rest there for a second. "Re-charge you with my cum." Jon reached down and felt my dick, carefully positioning it so it could slide into his hole. "Your poz cum," he said. "Fucking potent poz cum." I tensed my thighs, just enough to push my dick an inch or two forward. It was all the force that I needed. My dickhead slid easily into Jon's hole, and the two of us moaned softly as my shaft slid into his tight, warm, raw hole. "I'm inside you." "Fucking me," Jon said. I leaned in, pushed a few more inches of my dick into him, and then kissed him. "Fucking me with that fat daddy cock," Jon said, when I finally let him catch his breath. He stared at me, his brilliant green eyes flashing in the morning sun. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I replied. It was all too easy to love a man who took my cock like Jon did, and then would return the favor with even more intensity and passion. "Love the way my pozcock feels in your hole." "Last night," Jon began. I knew what he was going to talk about. "Your numbers." I was right. "Yeah?" I asked. I had just gotten blood work back. My viral load was high and my T-cell count was low. It was not a good combination. "Are you?" He paused for a moment, hesitating. "You know. Go for it." "Full-blown?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "Full-blown." I could tell he was being careful not to put any emotion into it. He wanted this to be my decision. But it was hard for him to hide the way he was stroking his dick. Surprisingly, for a man who had both just shot his load and just hit the crystal, his cock was getting hard. "AIDS," he said. "I don't know," I said. I pressed my dick deep into him. My cockhead twitched, and a few drops of pre-cum landed in his gut. "It's scary. But also, exciting." "Yeah," Jon said. He smiled again, pulled me close, and kissed me. It was close and familiar, the product of years of fucking and loving. "You know, not matter what, I'm here for you. No matter what you choose." "And your ass?" "Will always welcome your cock. You know. I took your cock neg. I took your cock poz. And I'll take your cock with full-blown AIDS as well." "Fuck," I grunted, shoving my cock deep into my husband's ass. "I love you." "I love you too. I want you to cum in me." Jon wrapped his legs around me, and pulled himself onto my cock. A bolt of sexual energy ricocheted out of my dick, across my body, and landed in my brain. "Fucking give me your AIDS load," he grunted into my ear. "You want it?" I moaned. "You want my AIDS cum?" I asked. I was pounding my dick into him relentlessly. I don't know why I even thought the question. I had past the point of no return, and there was no way I could stop myself. Jon, of course, was hungry for my dirty, infected poz load. "Breed me," he said. "Fucking breed me with that AIDS dick. Fill me with your foul and toxic cum." He tightened his legs around me and held me fast. He was holding me tightly enough that it was hard for me to even move, much less pull out far enough that even a drop of my deadly poz cum would drip out of his hole. "Make me your poz bro. Your infected husband." My dick was throbbing. These were some of the darkest and most depraved fantasies that we had, the ones where we would infect each other, spread it to our friends, and gift it to utter strangers. These were the fantasies that Cal had help us make real and the same fantasies that crystal made more intense and arousing. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole is hungry for it." "Give it to me," Jon moaned. "Fucking breed me. Knock me up. Give me your disease." I leaned in, and we kissed. I was dripping a steady stream of pre-cum into Jon's hole. Several years ago, the two of us had hooked up with a doctor. Tweaked out on crystal, the three of us had started talking about pozzing. He had told us about his patients, how the men would tell him first about playing around with tina. Then the men had told him about barebacking when they were high. Finally, he would tell each of them that they were poz. We smoked another bowl together, sharing stories of partying and barebacking. Finally, Jon had asked the doctor if pre-cum was enough. The doctor had taken samples of each of our pre-cum and showed us under an old microscope just how many sperm were there. "Enough to get a girl pregnant," the doctor had said. "Or infect a twink," he had also added. Ever since, Jon and I had treasured these longer moments of exchange. It allowed us to build and strengthen the fluid bond between us, without the pressures and aftermath of a release. Even so, invariably the resulting orgasms were the biggest and most intense we shared. "Mmmmmm," I moaned. "You want to share another hit?" I asked. Jon smiled. He knew exactly how another hit from the glass pipe would impact our love-making. The talk would get dirtier and we would push each other to greater extremes. I couldn't help but wonder about Seth. The young man had taken multiple loads from all three of us last night, and then, Jon and I had destroyed the only thing that was protecting him from us. Both things had been ideas cooked up in previous tweaked-out party sessions. What would we think up this evening? "Yeah," Jon said, jolting me back to reality. He reached over and grabbed the pipe and torch. We sat up a bit, making it easier for him to heat up the bowl. It quickly started smoking, and he stuck the stem of the pipe in his mouth. As he inhaled and tasted the familiar smoke, he closed his eyes and smiled. "Fuck, this is nice. You inside me," he said between breaths draining the bowl. "My poz cock," I murmured, as he continued to suck down gulps of clouds. Finally, he nodded, and I took the pipe from him. It was still warm, so I took a few quick hits. "Maybe my AIDS dick," I said as I adjusted the torch. The drugs were filling my lungs, and just beginning to hit my brain. The crystal was amplifying the HIV already lodged there, and sending signals directly to my cock. It was all-consuming; all I wanted to do was breed. I kissed Jon, and we swapped spit and clouds, letting all of the drug fill our body. The warmth was spreading outward from my cock and only re-enforcing my erection. "Fuck," I moaned. My dick stiffened. "I want to breed you," I grunted. "Do it," Jon replied. "Breed me hard." "I want to breed Cal." "Do it, man," Jon replied to me. "Breed him deep." I shoved my dick deep into Jon's raw hole. "I want to breed Seth," I said. I said it on auto-pilot, but I suddenly realized that I had meant it all. I wanted to breed my husband, of course. And, clearly, I wanted to breed our young boy. But I also wanted to breed this brand-new boy as well, and I wanted to breed him in the same breath as these critical men. "You wanna breed Seth?" Jon arched his brow at me, but then smiled. "One rule." It was my turn to look quizzical, but Jon continued. "One rule. As raw as possible," he said, smiling. My cock twitched, and more pre-cum dripped into Jon's hole. "Of course," I said, and kissed him again. It was hard to imagine life without Jon. It was horribly trite, but he wasn't just my husband, but also my best friend, closest confidant, and indispensable therapist. He usually knew what I needed long before I realized it. "You need another hit," he said. "A big one," he continued. "Before you breed Seth with that thick, hard cock of yours." "Poz cock," I mumbled, as I picked up the pipe and fumbled with the torch. "More than that," Jon said. "Fucking AIDS cock." Between my arousal and the crystal, my head was spinning and my dick was throbbing. It seemed all I could think about was spreading my seed and my virus. I wanted Jon to get it; I wanted Cal to get it; and, of course, I wanted Seth to get it. Nevertheless, I still managed to get the torch lit, and melted the tina. I stuck the pipe in my mouth and inhaled. "Big hit for me, my love. And a bigger hit for Seth." I inhaled slow and deep, letting the potent drug fill my lungs and seep into my bloodstream. I savored the hit. Before the day was done I would introduce Seth to these pleasures of crystal. I wondered how far the drug would push him and what dark fantasies would be uncovered. "That's it," Jon said. His voice was gentle, yet firm. It was impossible for me to deny him anything, even when it was a drug-fueled sexually depraved fantasy. Or maybe, especially when it was a party and play sexual fantasy. "Get tweaked for me. And get Seth tweaked for all of us." I paused a second, lowering the torch to avoid burning the tina. "And plant some toxic seed in that fertile ass," I said. I stuck the pipe back in my mouth, and inhaled a thick cloud. "Fuck," I grunted, and dutifully inhaled another cloud. I was able to do a third before my lungs filled up. "But not before I plant one inside of you," I said. I held the hit for at least a minute. I put the pipe to the side, and gently slow-fucked Jon's hole with my cock. Even as early into the party as I was then, I was still utterly tweaked, and the additional hit would only make it worse. "Re-infect me, my poisoned man," Jon said. He squeezed his ass around my shaft. I was trying to hold off, but I was getting pushed closer to the edge. "I know you've got plenty of loads up there," Jon said. "Fuuuck," I moaned, exhaling the thick cloud. It took a second before I could see Jon again. It was a bigger hit than I should have done, but I was beyond caring about that. I needed to share my gift. "I'm getting close." Last time I had partied like this, I had cum at least five times before I lost count. There would be plenty for both Jon and Seth. "Cum in me," Jon grunted, squeezing my dick. I grunted. "Fucking breed me with your poz cock," he continued. "Infect me with your AIDS cum," he said, as he pulled me down into a kiss. His tongue pressed into my mouth, and I lost it. "Fuuuuck," I grunted again, as my balls churned. "Oh god. So fucking hot. Gonna cum in you. Fill you up with my poz cum." I was on autopilot, more observing my body going through its darkest impulses. There was nothing I could do to keep from cumming. "Do it," Jon said. "Fucking re-infect you with my poz cum?" I asked in reply. "You want it?" I knew the answer, but it was far sweeter to hear it from him. "Fucking breed me. Fucking infect me with your AIDS cum." "Oh fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into my husband. This was how we stayed connected. We exchanged fluids as often as possible, and we had always embraced the deadly consequences. My balls clenched, and my cockhead tingled. I was on edge. I pushed my dick all the way into Jon and held it. "I'm cumming," I muttered before I lost all capability for rational thought. "FUUUUCK," I grunted, as a jet of pozcum rocketed down the length of my shaft, directly into Jon's receptive hole. "FUUUUUCK," I grunted again when a second spurt shot out. My cum was thick and hot. It burnt as it travelled the length of my dick, but it only reminded me of the potency of my seed. My dick was a loaded gun, my balls were endless magazines, and I was shooting right into my husband. I slammed my cock back into his wet hole, feeling the slimy fluid I had already injected squish around, and felt the force of the third spurt into his raw asshole. "Fuck, your cum burns," Jon said. He smiled. "I hope that means you're shooting proper AIDS spunk." That comment got him another thick load of cum. Jon tightened his ass around my shaft, clenched his fists, and closed his eyes. With over eight inches of my dick buried inside his body, we were completely connected. I felt the struggle of his body, wanting simultaneously to reject my deadly, diseased gift of virus-soaked semen and accept my loving, purifying gift of marriage. Jon struggled for several seconds, his ass writhing on my cock, before his need took over. He relaxed, his ass released, and I felt him accept my loving and deadly seed. "Take it, my man," I said, as more of my juice dripped into him. "Get every drop," I continued. "Fucking intense," Jon said. My dick was still lodged deep in him, still dripping cum. But the initial intensity of the orgasm had passed and I could enjoy the long release. "I think you're full-blown," he said. "At least the way your cum burns." I smiled. I closed my eyes, and imagined myself in a few years, following this path. The virus would have left marks on my body. My cheeks were hollow, my frame was a bit gaunt, but I still had the muscles and the hair. However, my cock felt bigger. Stronger even, and so much more potent and powerful, compared to today. In my vision, it thrust in and out of Jon. It pounded Cal relentlessly. And slammed deep into Seth; the young man now had a beautiful biohazard tattoo emblazoned on his flat stomach. "Oh fuck," I moaned. My dick surged, and two more spurts of cum drained from the bottom of my balls into Jon. I would need a bit of a respite before I was going to be able to cum again. But that would be later. For now, I stroked in and out as I worked the thick toxic paste into Jon's guts. "Wow," Jon said, his eyes distant. He clenched his fists again, and this time, his entire body shook, not just his ass. "Wow," he grunted again, as he struggled to maintain control. His ass held onto my dick like a lifeline. For a moment I was scared, worried that it was a reaction to the drugs we had done, not the cum I had just injected into him. But then, just as before, he relaxed and his ass sucked in my dick, accepting every poisoned drop of my seed. "Wow," he said again. "Those were, uh." Jon didn't finish the sentence quite yet. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me tight against his chest, and kissed me. I thought for a second, I could taste my cum in his mouth. But then I lost myself in the post-orgasmic bliss. We made out for maybe seconds, maybe hours, before Jon finally broke it off. "I love you," he said. "And that cum. You need to share those dregs of your infected balls with Seth." "I will," I said. I shifted slightly; it was just enough stimulation to realize that my dick had finally gotten semi-soft, and it started to fall out of Jon. "When does the party start?" I asked. I reached over and grabbed Jon's cock. His was soft and small; the crystal had hit him much differently than it had affected me. Jon carefully rolled over. Unfortunately, it meant that my dick fell out but he ensured that every drop of my spooge stayed inside him. "Jesse should be over shortly. Thought Seth would enjoy a massage before the gang bang." "And get his hole penetrated by Jesse's unmedicated dick?" I asked. My own dick was twitching, thinking about another load of infected cum landing in Seth. Even though I knew this was the crystal thinking for me, it was still felt undeniably real to me. "Among other things," Jon said. He smiled. "This the time for us to introduce him to partying?" I asked. "Hell yeah it is," Jon said. "I thought you would never ask." We kissed again. "Maybe a booty bump. And you can fuck it into him?" I kissed him again. My dick was throbbing. "You want to message Jesse? Tell him what the plan is?" "Sure." I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I found Jesse one page down in my messages; it had been a quick conversation about helping poz some boy Jesse had found. I pounded out a quick message. "You and me. We're gonna help Seth get his first booty bump. And more high viral load cum."

5. Hector I looked at the clock. It was 7:45. The sun was already shining bright. It had been ninety minutes since the faggot boy up on 54 had carefully crept out of the building. It was the advantage of the motion sensing system; even as lazy as I was, I still saw most of what happened in the early hours. But it was getting busier. If he came home much later, I wasn't going to get a chance to fuck him over. I shifted slightly in my seat. My dick was definitely in the mood to fuck him over, and it was making even sitting a bit uncomfortable. Just as soon as I adjusted myself, I looked at the screen. The faggot boy was coming back. I killed the key reader at the back. He was going to have to come in through the front. Come in through me. He went up to the door, swiped his card, and nothing happened. He swiped it again, before noticing the LED wasn't even lit. He stood up, and started to head to the front. Just to fuck with him, I turned the reader back on just as soon as he rounded the corner. If he went back, it would be mysteriously working again. But I didn't have to bother. He came straight in, right up to me. "Hey, you know the card reader in the back isn't working?" I tried not to laugh. His fake bravado was undercut by the cum dried on his face. "I've heard that. We've got someone coming to look at it soon. In the meantime, let's double check your card is working right." I stood up and motioned the boy to follow me into the storage room in the back. He knew exactly what I had planned for him and he followed me without another word. "Your card," I asked, as I carefully locked the door behind us. He handed it over to me. His swagger from thirty seconds ago was gone. Another minute, he'd be on his knees, sucking my cock. Another five minutes, and I'd be fucking his hole hard, deep, and raw. "You're out early today," I said. "What were you doing?" He looked down; he was properly embarrassed about what he had been doing even without saying a word. "Oh, I was hanging out with friends." He tried to be nonchalant about it. "At 8:00am?" I asked. I leaned up against one of the storage racks. It was filled with packages residents still hadn't yet picked up. "Was one of your friends named Tina?" "Yeah," he said, sheepishly. He still wasn't meeting my eyes. This was hardly the first time he had told me about partying. "From the cum smeared across your face, seems like you had a good time." "Yeah," he repeated, still looking down. This wasn't even the first time he had been back here with me. He was still fully dressed; it was presumptuous of a faggot like him to not have already stripped down for me. "Bet you need more," I said. "Strip, faggot." That I even had to ask was a mistake he was going to atone for soon enough. He pulled off his shirt. His shorts were riding low enough that I could see the waist band of his jockstrap and his pubes sticking out from under it. But his chest was just as smooth as ever. "Shorts too," I said. "Your ass is your best asset." "Yes, sir," he said. At least he hadn't forgotten how to address a real man. "Show me your hole," I said. He turned away from me, spread his legs and bent over. His ass cheeks were perfect: half melons, hard from muscle, framed by the straps of his jock. He reached back and pulled one cheek to the side. The simple act gave me a clear view of his hole, smooth and hairless, ready to welcome my uncut brown cock and my thick Latino cum. "You're gonna get fucked, faggot," I said. "Please, Sir," he said, grabbing his other cheek. His hole was completely exposed, and my dick was throbbing in my pants. All that was important was I needed to get my dick into his hole. I didn't even bother stripping down; I just unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Through his legs, the cocksucker stared as my dick emerged, his eyes locked on my shaft. "Put it in me," he murmured. "All the way in your culo," I said. "You already seeded?" "No. Just sucked my bud off." His legs were starting to shake a bit; he was tweaking hard, and he needed something to focus on. I knew just the thing to help him. I walked over to where he was bent over and lined up my cock with his hole. I spit on it a few times; he deserved a bit of lube. "Fuck. Be slow." "Why," I started, and pressed my dick against his hole. "Should," I continued, as I rammed into him, brutally opening him up. "I." Two inches of my shaft disappeared into his hole. "Care." Another five inches entered his body. "Fuck," he gasped. "Not so..." he started. But I cut him off. "Shut the fuck up, faggot. No one cares what a cocksucker says." I paused for a second, mostly to enjoy the sensation of a hot, wet hole welcoming my dick. The shift had been utterly boring, and it was nice to have some fun right before I had to head back home. It was particularly nice to be able to pound this particular faggot's hole. He had been out of town for a few days, and I had missed the way his hole sucked in my dick and then milked it dry. This was the natural order of the world, a man like me enjoying some stupid faggot's body. I pushed the last inch of my dick into the young man's hole. He gasped but that only made my cock harder. "You still got any favors?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I do. Pipe's empty, but I've got some more tina." "My pipe's just fine," I said. I pulled my dick out. It was clean, although already shiny with spit and ass juice. "Get me your stash, and bend over the desk." He pulled a zippered case out of his shorts. He opened it and pulled out a small baggie. It was full of water-clear crystals. It had been years since I had been able to enjoy; I got tested too often on this job to risk partying any longer. But it didn't mean I didn't enjoy getting a faggot fucked up and revel in the depravity that ensued. "Give it here," I said. He handed it over without protest. From the weight, I guessed it was nearly five grams; the faggot wasn't messing around today. "And fucking bend over," I repeated, when he hesitated and instead watched what I was doing with the tina. "Yes sir," he said meekly and bent over the desk, his head pressed against the smooth wood surface, his face carefully bent away from me. I opened the bag of crystal, and removed a single small shard. Still, it was going to be more than enough for what I had planned. I stuck my pinky under my foreskin, lifting it up just enough to stick the shard underneath. It would melt a bit, and give me a bit of a high. But most of it would land in the poor tweaker boy's ass, pushing him sky-high. It scratched a bit, and the familiar burn came soon after. I spit on my dick twice, then lined it up with my boy's asshole. "Fucking take it, puta," I grunted, as I pressed my dick back into his hole. There was just enough spit for it to enter easily. But, at about inch four, I felt my foreskin slide back. The motion released my dickhead's first mind-altering payload directly into the faggot's tender asshole. "Fuck," the boy said. "You fucking dosed me." "I'm sorry," I said. I slapped his ass just in case he needed to be reminded of who was in charge here. "I didn't hear what you said." "Fuck," he hissed under his breath. I pushed my dick a bit deeper, feeling the shard scrape against our shared skin. He gasped, but managed to force himself to speak. "Thank you, Sir." "Hell yeah," I said. I pushed my dick the rest of the way in, feeling my pre-cum begin to drip. It was helping to lube up the boy and to melt the crystal. "You're gonna get a big fucking load. Straight from my goddamn Latin dick." "Fuckin' A!" he yelped. I slapped his ass. I didn't want anything interrupting this, or at least not before I had gotten my nut off in him. "Better remember how to enjoy it," I said. "Cause I'm not stopping until I cum in that tweaked-out ass of yours." I slid out a few inches, then shoved my dick back into the boy. As I did so, the shard broke up. I hardly cared. If anything, the smaller fragments would get absorbed far faster and that meant I could properly rape-fuck the faggot. "And I'm not pulling out, either." "Please Sir," he gasped. I reached under him and grabbed his balls. Like his cock, they had shrunk a bit under the influence of the crystal. I squeezed them, just hard enough to remind him who was in charge. "Fuck, Sir. Please Sir. Give me your load." He struggled a little bit, but not enough to matter. It only served to force my shaft deeper into his body. "That's what I like to hear, tweaker boy," I said. I squeezed his balls a little harder. His ass clenched, as he struggled to deal with the pain. My dick twitched in reaction and dripped more pre-cum into him. From previous encounters, I knew he was a total slut. The dried cum on his face only re-enforced that perception. I hoped the next guy liked sloppy seconds, because by the time I had finished seeding his hole, he was going to be burping cum. "And stop fighting it. We both know you love getting fucked hard." He relaxed slightly, and I took the opportunity to slam my dick deep into his guts. He immediately clenched back up, but it only served to lock my dick right in place in his ass. "Just take it faggot," I said, grabbing his waist, and levering myself another half inch into his body. His body was completely my play thing now, and I wasn't going to take anything less than full domination. For both of us, me dominating him was the right thing to do. Faggots were always happier when they had a real man's cock in their mouth or ass and men were always happier when they didn't have to hold back. He wasn't the only arrogant faggot in the building. They acted so superior, until they saw my dick and then they were powerless to say no to anything I asked of them. I started dosing guys three years ago. A year later, I stopped bothering with condoms. It was bareback or nothing. If anything, they started coming more often. Another year, and I stopped listening to them tell me how it felt. All that was important was how it felt for me. I pulled my dick out and slammed it back in. His ass struggled to take me in, but that was part of the attraction. Something taken by force is delectable and satisfying than the plain banality of something freely given. His sudden grunts were all I needed to power through a hard-pounding, deep-dicking hole raping. He struggled for a bit, before my anal assault became too much. I was surprised that he had lasted as long as he did. The tina must have been really kicking in. "Fuck, Sir, Please Sir," he grunted. My dick twitched. There was nothing like a tweaked-out faggot begging for cock that made me drip pre-cum. The utter depravity of a man giving it up for another man, not just allowing me to do this to him, but begging me. "Fuck me, Sir," he repeated over and over again. It was his prayer to the only god he recognized or understood, a man's cock. I pushed my dick in, and held it there. "You want more?" I asked, letting a bit of pre-cum drip out. "Please Sir," he said. The certainty was no longer there. He remembered what had happened times before, when his god was a vengeful god. L pressed my weight against his hole, and my shaft sunk in deeper. He moaned, it was hard to tell if it was from pleasure or pain. It was harder for me to care which it was. His hole felt just fine squeezing and milking my shaft. "Um," he started. "Um, Maybe," he continued. It was hard for him to get the words out. "I'm not sure." It was now clear it wasn't pleasure any longer. It's hurting a bit." I moaned in pleasure. There was something about eliciting that reaction from him that felt like I had just unlocked a personal accomplishment. I pulled out from his hole. Not all the way, but enough to make him think it might be over. "Oh?" I asked. I gently stroked his hole with my shaft. "You know, we don't have to do this. Ever." I put the emphasis on the last word. I had always made it clear with my faggots that they were free to say no. But their "no" would be final. I'd never touch them again. I can't say it wasn't difficult; when some of the pitiful little faggots came back begging, it was often hard to say no, to busting them up and reminding them what pitiful beasts they were. "But, it's.... it’s so big," he grunted. I smiled and pushed it back into him. "You're hurting me," he grunted. His face was pressed up against the desk with his left cheek pressing against the dusty surface. His face was rigid in pain. My dick was rigid in pleasure. "Oh?" I asked. I started slowly but intently slam-fucking him. Each forceful thrust into his guts elicited a yelp, but despite it, he didn't tell me to stop. "I think I'm enjoying this fuck," I said, as I fell into a steady rhythm of sliding into him, dripping some pre-cum, then pulling out. "Fucking want to pound you," I said, slowly picking up the pace. "Please, Sir," he moaned. But this time, there was no longer the anger and fear in his voice. The crystal I had dosed him with had melted and it was now kicking in. It was the perfect timing; I needed to get off, but I wasn't interested in holding him down. "Breed me Sir, the faggot moaned. With those words, he had given himself completely over to me. "Fucking breed you," I replied. "Breed that faggot hole hard," I grunted as I slammed the entire length of my dick into his hole. He gasped, his eyes widened, but yet, he still managed to clamp that hole tight around my dick. "Breed that faggot hole deep," I grunted as I pulled out and pushed back in, breaking down the last of his resistance to my manhood. "Please Sir, breed me. Give me your seed, Sir." The crystal had worked its magic, and he was now in full-fledged cum slut mode. He would do anything, pay almost any price to get the next load. I checked my watch. Unfortunately, I had only a few more minutes before the next shift would be arriving. I wouldn't be able to put the slut through his full paces, but, there was no way I was going to pass up the chance to nut in him at least once. "Please, Sir," he repeated. His voice was unnaturally even and expressionless. It was the same for his eyes. They were still open, but they were focused on some distant, unknowable point. The crystal had taken him away, and he was lost somewhere in his own world. I slapped his ass hard, and slammed my dick back into him. I didn't want him escaping the utter reality of my fuck. "Fuck!" he grunted, as he jerked back to the inescapable present. "Oh God," he continued. "Fucking big dick," he said. At the last minute, he remembered what he needed to be saying. "Thank you, Sir." I laughed. It was just pure, animal joy. I had gotten my dick up some guy's hole, and he was begging me to cum inside him. I would head some satiated and happy, the faggot would walk home exhausted, sore, and filled with sperm. I hadn't meant the laugh to come across cruel; it was just a laugh. Besides, my need to fuck hard was just as valid as the fag's need to be raped. There was no cruelty in maintaining the proper order of nature. "Just," he started. I slammed my dick into him, and he gasped. "No," I said. "I'm gonna get off the way I want to." Unlike some sluts, he took my cock mostly uncomplaining. I hated a faggot who constantly complained and was not above using some duct tape to keep him quiet. My dick throbbed. As much as I wanted to prolong the pleasure, I was already working on borrowed time. I needed to be at the front desk when the next shift arrived. "Hell yeah," I grunted, and slammed my dick in and out a few times. I finally settled with my cockhead nestled deep in the fag's hole. I held it there for a second, feeling how hot his hole was. I had never used a condom on him. I always fuck a faggot bareback and yet, they never seemed to get knocked up. The entire length of my dick tingled. I pulled out half an inch and then shoved it back in. It was the last bit of stimulation I needed and the monster between my legs took over. My balls clenched up tight and my staff thickened. I heard the fag gasp. "Fucking going to breed you," I said and slammed my dick all the way into his hole. He gasped again. I responded by shooting the first spurt of cum deep in his hole. "Fucking." I shot another spurt of man-juice into his hole. "Breeding." One more jet was injected deep in his hole. "You." I stopped any pretense of speaking, and just unloaded in his ass. Two more spurts landed inside of the cocksucker, then a third and fourth. My orgasm seemed to go on forever, through several more jets of cum. It was the way a real man came. It was intense, demanding, and uncompromising. "Fuck," the fag grunted, his entire body shivering from intensity of my orgasm. "Fuck, please," he moaned. I couldn't tell if he was begging for more, or for less. I went with more, and pushed all the way back into him, and unleashed several more jets. "Fill me up," he grunted. "Fucking fill me with your seed." He had that distant look again. The crystal had convinced him that he wasn't being fucked; it was just his body going through a rough bit. I checked my watch. I had only a few more minutes, and I couldn't get caught for this. It wasn't enough time to fuck him properly, but there was more than enough time to properly fuck him up. "You want it all, faggot?" I ask. "Yeah," he says, his voice once more distant. "Please, Sir. I want it all." I was even getting his permission to fuck him over. I grabbed the little bag of crystal, and extracted another thick shard from it. The cocksucker was already tweaked. This was going to put him into fucking orbit. I almost wished my shift was not coming to an end because it was going to be hot to watch the parade of men arrive to fuck him, then leave not twenty minutes later. "You're going to get it, faggot," I said. I started to pull my dick out of his hole. I was careful not to let any of the cum that I had just injected into him drip out of his hole. It was important that the cocksucker make my fluids part of his body. "Get damn everything," I said, as another few inches of my dick emerged from his hole. It was wet and glossy from the cum, and still impressively thick and hard. "Please, don't pull out," he said. But it was too late. With a wet popping sound, my dickhead slipped from his hole. I silently counted how long it took for his hole to close back up. One second went by, and I could still see the pool of cum in his anus. Then two and three seconds, and his hole tightened up enough to hide the cum. Only after five long and slutty seconds did his ass finally close up. My dick was the one with the power and it had done this to the faggot. My dick twitched in pleasure. "Just wait," I said. I pinched the shard between my thumb and forefinger. I had barely brushed my fingers against his but that it opened up and let me push in. I pushed in past two knuckles before pausing, but eventually, both fingers and their potent cargo were palm-deep in his hole. "There," I said. I released the shard, and carefully pushed the crystal a bit deeper in his hole. "Ooooof," he muttered. "What's that?" I pulled back and quickly found his prostate. I rubbed it twice, which was all he needed to start moaning in pleasure. It would be a minute or two before the warmth really kicked in and he realized that I had dosed him. "Fuck," I said. I slapped his ass; when he looked back, he saw me glancing at my watch. "Gotta get back to work, faggot. Get dressed." He paused, longer than any cocksucker should ever think about an order. I slapped his ass. "Get dressed," I repeated. I stuffed my cock into my underwear and got dressed again. The cocksucker pulled up his shorts, barely even trying to hide his freshly-fucked hole. The cocksucker grabbed the bag of crystal off the desk; I doubt he noticed that there were two fewer shards in it. He looked at me like he was expecting something. "You know what to do," I said. "Yes, Sir," he said. I walked out of the storage area, and back to my desk. Luckily, I was still alone. Which meant that the next shift was now officially late. One minute later, the faggot stepped out of the storage room, closed the door behind him, and went straight to the elevator. I would always watch him, but he had never returned my gaze. Today was no different; he stared down, like he was embarrassed by what he had just done. I looked at my watch again. I laughed. I had gotten my rocks off and I was getting overtime. Not a bad start to my Saturday.

Hey guys, thanks for your likes and votes. I know my stories here aren't as popular as those that are PURE fiction. Unfortunately, I have to post them here, as they mention pozzing. Ive been banned several times from mentioning poz, NOT in a backroom area, so hope you understand.

The sling lizard Slingasaurus obnoxious is easily confused with the sling hogs Slingasus rotundus and Slingasus immovabilis. The latter two may be positively identified by the bristly nature of the hair and the propensity for grunting and throat-clearing. Sling hogs are not as prone to falling asleep in the sling as sling lizards.

As promised, posting the next three chapters of the story tonight. Out of town again next week (hopefully just one night that time so will need to skip a day then as well. Apologies. Now without further ado: Part 4: A Simple Mistake? Scott: Scott could not believe his luck tonight. David had been an object of lust around gym since he was hired several months ago. The twenty three year old personal trainer had immediately earned a reputation among the clientele for his hot body and big cock. He was the one of the hottest guys around Boystown. And, in Scott's estimation, second only to Michael himself. There had been hearsay of him letting a few guys suck his cock in the steam room at the gym… but Scott had always put that down as wishful thinking. Scott had seen him in the showers, however, and knew that at least the rumours about his cock were not an exaggeration. And now? Now they were in Scott’s apartment. The personal trainer was tall and towered over Scott. His hands were clamped to Scott’s butt. Kneading the ass that Scott had worked hard to develop and to maintain. Their lips locked together. They had barely made it inside the door before David had pined Scott to the wall, pressing their bodies together. The bulge in David’s jeans very noticeable as it pressed into Scott’s stomach. Scott pulled his lips away from David’s mouth to catch his breath. God! This guy was hot and his hands were everywhere. David: David took advantage of the momentary break to slip Scott’s shirt off and to unfasten Scott’s belt and jeans. Then their lips were locked together again. He ground his cock into the other man and smiled at the moan it elicited. David loved getting a guy hot and bothered. Really bring out their inner slut and they will do anything you want. And this guy was definitely there. The fact that he was Michael Christian’s best buddy was a huge bonus. There was something about Michael that brought out a competitive streak in David. And it had been there since day one. Maybe they were too much alike. But he wasn’t here to make love. He was here to fuck. To breed. And he would get his way. He always did. Scott: Scott felt his jeans slide down his thighs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and underwear. He stood naked in front of David but the personal trainer was still fully dressed. He took the personal trainer’s hand and let him to the bedroom. The other man said nothing. He just half smiled. Almost a smirk. ‘Fine.’ Scott thought. ‘Let him think I’m a slut. I don’t care. Just need that cock.’ Scott watched as David unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Exposing his firm and well developed chest David’s hands wrapped around Scott’s head and guided him to one of the firm nipples. Then the other. Scott found his hand moving to David’s crotch. Rubbing the hard cock waiting inside the jeans. Hands on his shoulders. Pushing him down. Scott dropped to his knees. Unfastening David’s jeans. Sliding them off. The personal trainer’s cock strained against his underwear. Demanding freedom. Scott pulled them down. Ten inches of man meat springing free and slapping him in the face. Long. Thick. Hard. For just a moment Scott wondered how this cock stacked up against Michael’s. But just for a moment. “Suck it.” David ordered. Scott opened his mouth and took the cock inside. Hands. On the back of his head. Pulling him in. Forcing the cock into his throat. Choking him. Trying to relax. Deeper. The lovely flavour. Filling his mouth. Salty. David leaned over him. Scott felt hands sliding down his back. Gripping his ass. Spreading his cheeks. Fingering his hole. His hole spasming around the teasing finger. Moaning. Raising his ass up. Letting David know he wanted it. Being pulled up. Turned around. Pushed onto the bed. Ass in the air. “Condoms and lube…” Scott gasped. “In the nightstand.” David: David turned to the nightstand and rolled his eyes. God these guys who insisted on a condom annoyed him. He fumbled in the dresser drawer but he had no intention of suiting up his dick. This hot ass was his to breed and it would be dripping his cum by the time they were done. Scott: The cold and slimy lube on Scott’s hole made his pucker spasm. A promise of pleasure to come. Fingers pulled away… and then the thick cock touched him. Demanding Scott’s surrender. Demanding entry. Scott’s breathing was laboured as he struggled to accept the invasion. This cock was big. Probably the biggest he had ever taken. And he wanted it inside. A wave of pain as the thick meat breached him. The bulbous cock head passing through his sphincter. Oh fuck! It hurt… but it felt so good! Staring at the mirror. At the reflection of this muscle god pushing forward. Pushing the dick into his ass. It was worth the pain to feel this. And then he noticed: The condom, still in its wrapper, on the nightstand. "Didn't you put on a condom?" "Nah, babe." David didn't even pause. "Don't like to use 'em... My dick slides in so much easier without."" "I don't know, maybe we should put the condom on." Hands on his hips. Pulling him back. Into the fuck. Pushing two inches deeper into him. A moan escaped somewhere from deep in Scott’s core. "Don't worry so much. I'm clean. And, be honest, doesn't it feel better?" And it did feel good. And maybe David was right. Maybe taking such a big cock would be easier bare. And he wanted to take it. “Yeah.” He whispered. David pushed forward with a little corkscrew motion. Scott moaned again. “See, you like that. Don’t you?” “Oh fuck yeah… that feels so good.” “Take it, baby. Take my cock up your tight little ass. Been watching you at the gym. Wanting to tap his ass for awhile.” “It’s yours man. Fuck me.” And David did. Pushing deeper. More of the shaft sliding in. Opening Scott’s hole. Pounding. In and out. Deeper. Deeper. Pain. Pleasure. The sensations indistinguishable. He wasn’t gentle. Scott arching his back. Raising his butt. His hole. Begging to be used. “Of fuck… I need this. You feel so good inside me.” Balls deep. Slapping against Scott’s upturned butt. Full strokes in and out. Fingers gripping his ass tighter now. “Getting close….” David moaned. “Me too.” Scott’s hand found his own dick. Stroking. “I’m so close…” Scott’s body tensing up. Face red. Biting his lip. A tremor cascading across his body. Eyes closed. Savouring the sensation of the big cock stretching his hole. Not thinking. Just feeling. Lost in the moment. An image started forming in his mind but he didn’t even notice. A familiar face just outside his awareness. And then he hit peak. “Fuck me, Viktor! Fuck me… I’m coming!” Scott cried. Cum gushed, covering the blankets beneath him. His hole spasmed around David’s cock. David: The spasming hole pushed David over the edge. His cock detonated and he pushed it deep inside. Making sure his load was deep. Slowly their cocks softened, their breathing slowed. David slipped his cock out and gave Scott’s but a little slap. “So.. who’s Victor?” “Viktor?” “Yeah.. you called me Victor.” David frowned. He felt cheated of his moment of triumph. “Isn’t that one of your friends? That’s a bit fucked up, man.” “I’m not sure what you mean…” Scott stammered. David ignored him. “Not used to being upstaged in bed…. especially by someone who isn’t even there.” Scott: Viktor? There must be some mistake, Scott told himself. Why in the hell would he call out Viktor’s name during sex? David reached for his underwear. “Anyway. That was fun.” “I… um… hope we can do it again.” David wasn’t even looking at him. “Yeah. Sure. Sometime really soon.” A few minutes later, Scott closed the door as David left. He grabbed a towel, wiped himself, then sat on the couch. Well…. That had been awkward.

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