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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 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...

1. Jon "No need for it to stop at all," I said. I had just watched Seth fuck my husband, and my dick was once more sticking out rock-hard between my legs. It felt good to be erect again, to feel the power of masculinity in my hands, and to know what hidden power flowed in my bloodstream. "Ready for another load?" Almost simultaneously, Cal and Seth turned to me. But, rather than looking at me squarely in the eyes, their attention was focused on my erection. "Yeah," the two of them muttered at the same time, a chorus of unmitigated desire. "Thirsty boys," JP said. I nodded in agreement. It was good to see that Seth was so comfortable around us that he was able to express his needs so readily. It would make the rest of the weekend much more fun for all of us. In addition, I hoped it would make it far easier for him to accept the path we all wanted him to walk down. "I think we should give the guest of honor first dibs," I said. I wanted to get back inside of Seth and I wanted my load to find fertile ground. Seth smiled and edged a bit closer to me on the bed. "I think tonight, I want Variety," he said. I reached out and grabbed him, pulling him up against me. On the other side of the bed, I saw Cal and JP embrace. JP was playing with Cal's hard cock but I knew that was only foreplay. In a few minutes, JP and I would have our raw cocks in the younger men. "How did it feel?" I whispered into Seth's ear. His body was pressed against me, and I could feel how hot and sweaty he was from fucking JP. "Fucking my husband?" I grabbed his ass, my finger instinctively searching out his hole. Seth moaned as my fingertips brushed against his anus. "Amazing," he finally said. "Hot. Wet. Hungry." I stuck the tip of my finger into Seth's wet hole, and the boy moaned again. "It felt really good to be inside of him." He reached down and grabbed my erection. Despite the activity of the night, it was once more a steel shaft. "To be where you have been so many times." "Yeah," I said. When we first started dating, I had counted every time we had fucked, but quickly lost track. It had been a different era; the virus we both bore was still scary and unpredictable and demanded soul-deadening layers of protection. But it hadn't mattered with JP. We could fuck raw. We could lose the inhibitions that had held us back and re-discover the stimulations that had gotten us infected. "He's a good fuck," I said. It was a gross summary, but it was enough. "Yeah," Seth said, almost wistfully. I felt his dick press against my thigh; with the energy of youth, he was hard again. "But I wanna get fucked again." He reached down and grabbed my dick. "Fucking hard daddy dick." I kissed him. It had been hot to hear him call JP his daddy. I remembered the conversation with JP earlier, about Seth joining our family and about Seth getting my full potency. "I want another load of that hot daddy cum in me," Seth said. He didn't know it, but he made a decision. I wasn't going to stop the fun tonight in order to take my meds. My dick must have twitched. "Yeah," Seth said. "You wanna pound it into me?" This weekend's fucking would be purely symbolic; it would be several days before the last of the toxins cleared from my bloodstream and my virus would be able to flourish once more. It was the curse of being the responsible adult. I was the one who took care of the family, the one who made sure the drugs where clean and fresh and the one who made sure we all stayed healthy enough. But I was also the one who made sure our conquests went home not just conquered but utterly defeated. So, this evening, it had fallen to me to ensure that Seth had no line of defense against my family's weapons. Seth had never even bothered with a physical barrier, and JP and I had already replaced his chemical weapons. Now, it was my job to work in the toxic seed that my husband and our boy had already donated to Seth. I kissed the young man again. "I do," I said. "I want fuck you deep. And shoot my load into you." "I want that," Seth said. "I want it inside of me. Fucking me. Breeding me." "Me too," I whispered into his ear. We kissed again, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. My dick was twitching, unhappy with our foreplay. I repressed the urge to just shove it into Seth. There was plenty of time this weekend for us to play. I wanted to get to know Seth better and get him to better trust me. "You feel so good on the inside." "I want it," he said. We continued to kiss as Seth gently stroked my cock, teasing it into a perfect erection. Beside us, Cal was already on his back with legs spread wide and JP was lining his cock up. "Give it to me," Cal mumbled. "Give me your poz cock." There was a grunt from JP, a sound I knew well as the sound of him pushing his dick into a wet hole. "Oh fuck," Cal moaned in pleasure. Seth turned to watch for a second, just in time to see JP's long, unsheathed pozdick disappear into Cal's raw boyhole. "Fuck," he said. "Fuck me?" he asked as he turned around and pulled his cheek back. His asshole was glistening with lube and cum and pulsing with desire. "Please?" he asked again. If I had any doubts about fucking him, the unconcealed need in his voice convinced me. I spit on my hand and quickly lubed up my dick. He had taken so many loads already from me and my family that the spit was superfluous. But it was part of the ritual, making sure that he got as many of my fluids as possible. "Of course, boy," I said. My dickhead was pulled to his asshole like a magnet, and it was trivial to line up for the penetration. I rested some of my weight on the boy and there was a pop sound. I had forced my cock into him. "Fucking fat daddy cock," Seth mumbled. He spread his legs slightly and several inches of my dick slid into his anus. "Long daddy dick," Seth grunted. He arched his back and another three inches of my cock entered him. "I want all of it." I pushed the last few inches into him. With the exquisite sensitivity of bareback sex, I felt each lake and reservoir of semen in his ass as I pushed deep into him. I believed I could even tell the difference between the three men, the youthful energy of Cal's spooge, the mature wisdom of JP's jizz, and the repressed power of my own semen. "Fuck boy," I grunted. "Gonna give you all of it." "Fuck me hard, Daddy" Seth grunted, as we began to find a rhythm for our strokes and parries. "Of course boy," I said. "You make my dick feel so fucking good." "Fat fucking Daddy cock," Seth grunted. He pushed his ass back against me, forcing my dick deeper into his hole. "Fucking hot pozdaddy pounding my hole." I paused for a second; I was surprised to hear Seth call me his pozdaddy. But, before I could do anything else, Seth pushed back against my dick again, forcing my infected shaft deeper into his raw hole. "Fucking hard cock, dripping in your hole," I mumbled, not sure what else to say. "But," I started. "But, it's safe," Seth said, completing my sentence. "You're undetectable. I'm on prep. We can enjoy this." "Yeah," I said, as I grabbed his hips and started to properly fuck his hole. The accumulated semen squished back and forth. The feeling of the sperm triggered old feelings of anger and desire. "Your hole. So fucking wet." "It's you cum," Seth said. "Cal's cum. JP's cum." It was anger, that no matter what, I would always be carrying this disease. It would mark me forever and I could only be truly together with another man that carried the same virus. For desire, it was that I wanted to share my gift with so many more men. "And you'll get plenty more this weekend." Even though I had received it from an anonymous man, I wanted Seth to know exactly who had gifted him. "Fuck yeah," Seth said. If he was this open to being fucked and bred when he had just smoked a bit of weed, I wondered what kind of pig Seth would turn into when he was high on crystal meth. If I was lucky, he would be far past worrying about viral load and prep status, and instead, focused solely on the pleasure of two men engaging in raw, uninhibited fucking. "Fucking give me your load, Jon." He craned his head back to meet my lips. We kissed, deeply and passionately, enjoying the feeling of connection we had. I had my cock deep in his hole; he had his tongue deep in my mouth. We were sharing the most intimate of experiences, and all that mattered was the two of us. Even JP and Cal fucking next to us receded into the distance. "Fucking going to breed you boy," I muttered, before sticking my tongue into his mouth. My dick was rock hard. My cock was slick with my family's sperm. My shaft was pounding the boy's hole. I was a man. I was strong and virile. I was masculine and powerful. Underneath me was my boy, still young and inexperienced, but hungry for the exploits he had fantasized about. There was something special about helping a boy discover how perfect getting bred feels and I was ready to be that educator. "Oh god Jon. So fucking hard." I just nodded, and wrapped an arm around his torso, pulling him up against me. "Fucking hot boy. Getting fucked like a pro." He was gasping a bit with each stroke, even as he moaned. "Give it to me," he said. "Give it to me," with each of my strokes. "You're gonna take my dick?" I asked him. He nodded. "Yeah," he said, before repeating his mantra. "Give it to me." "You're gonna take my load?" I asked him. He nodded. "Of course," he said and then promptly repeated his phrase. "You're gonna take any load I tell you to?" The three of us were really just his welcoming party. The real party would begin tomorrow, and the gentle drip of cum that was escaping from his hole would turn into a veritable ocean of sperm. "Please, Daddy," he said. "Please give it to me." I wondered what he thought the "it" was referring to. Was it my cock, my jizz, or my virus? We had talked just enough about barebacking and HIV for me to know that although likely it was my jizz, it was ambiguous enough for me to wonder if he had been talking about my virus. "Give me your hot seed," he muttered, his breath hot against my cheek. If he wasn't thinking about the virus now, he would be tomorrow, when he was high on crystal. Seth was not just opening up emotionally to the reality of HIV. He was also opening up physically. There had been no resistance to me entering his ass and there was a noticeable difference in how easily I penetrated his body. Of course, some of this was because the three of us had been fucking him all night, but this was something more intrinsic than just a well-used hole. Seth had discovered the pleasures of bareback fucking and raw breeding. There was that familiar hunger; JP and I had felt it in each other, I had felt it in Cal, and now I was feeling it in Seth. A few more breedings, and Seth would never be able to tolerate a condom again. But, even though I had figured it out in just a few hours of carnal play, it would take Seth longer to fully understand, accept, and act on his fundamental needs and desires. "Fuck yeah, boy," I said. "Fill that hole with sperm." I pushed him down to the bed and then rolled him onto his side. Using my penis as an axle, I spun him around, onto his back. He rested his legs on my shoulders and I pushed my dick back into him. "Breed you, then fall asleep with my dick in your hole." He smiled. He reached up and pulled me down to him. We were close enough that my lips brushed up against his and his hazel eyes were staring right at me. "Promise?" he whispered. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and we made out for what seemed like an hour but might have only been a few seconds. "I promise, boy," I said. My dick twitched, and a bit of pre-cum leaked into him. It quickly melted away into the pools of semen already inside of Seth. But that didn't matter. If anything, it made it so much hotter. Here was a boy who was discovering the pleasures of getting fucked and I was the main man teaching him just how intense barebacking could be. "Get that hole dripping with cum." "Fuck, please, Jon? Fill me with your dad sperm?" I pushed in hard. I wanted to make him my boy and the only way to do it was to breed him deep. "Make me your boy?" he asked. "Fuck yeah, boy," I said. Between his smile on his face and the hunger in his hole, it was impossible to deny him something as simple and essential as a load of cum. "Fill you up good." He craned his neck up, and we kissed. There was no shame, no hesitation as we made out. It was a celebration of how close we had become and how important raw fucking was to that connection. "Thank you," he said. Beneath me, I felt his hard cock press into my torso. The hair on my stomach was already wet and sticky from the pre-cum Seth's cock was leaking out. "You're hard again boy," I said. "I know," he replied. "That's what getting fucked does to me. Specially getting fucked raw." "My husband's ass wasn't enough for you?" I asked. "I'm not sure I'm ever going to get enough," Seth said. "Good answer." The words barely expressed the hunger in his voice. It was good. I could work with his hunger. It would be good for both of us; we would both learn. Most of all, it would be fun. "I bet Cal wouldn't mind getting a load from you," I said. "Wh," he started and then paused. "What about you?" He was too young and too naive to have any guile about him. He was utterly transparent about his anxiety; it would have been far too easy to torment him by refusing to answer the question. But I had a much different tastes when it came to tortures and torments, and besides, his cock was hard, thick, and long. Of course I wanted to feel him fucking me. "You? Fucking me?" There was still a place to lightly torment the boy. He nodded. His ass had clenched around my dick, milking out a few more drops of my toxic pre-cum. He nodded. "Yeah," he said. His ass was still clenched tight. He was afraid I was going to pull out, deny him any pleasure at all. "Of course. You're going to be fucking me a lot. Trust me." He relaxed, and I pulled a few inches of my cock out. I glanced down, long enough see just how wet his hole was and how it had coated my shaft. "But tonight. Tonight, it's all about you." "Good. And tomorrow?" "Tomorrow. That's also about you. It's a party and you're the guest of honor." "Fuck," Seth grunted. I had just shoved my dick back into his hole; it was hard to tell if he was reacting to the party or to my cock. "Plenty of men coming over," I continued. "Plenty of cum for this beautiful hole." "I know," he said. He pulled me in close again and kissed me. "Your cum inside of me," he said. "It feels so good." "My cum. JP's cum." Before I could say it, he finished for me. "Cal's cum. In me." "Yeah," I said, then kissed him again. My raw dick was deep in his unprotected hole. His body was pressed against mine. His tongue was in my mouth. These were the pleasures that men would do anything to enjoy. "I'm dripping inside you." "I know. I can feel you." "You're going to get a lot more cum tomorrow." "I know." "Are you ready," I asked. "I think. I'm excited. And..." He trailed off a bit. "Scared?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "A bit." He paused again. "Is that. I mean. Is that ok?" "Of course. It's natural." I kissed him again and pushed my dick all the way into his hole. I wanted him to feel me against him, make him feel safe and protected with me around. "Are you worried about anything in particular?" "I dunno. Everything. What if they don't like me?" "Like you?" I asked. "What if they don't think I'm hot? What if they don't like that I'm like them." "Relax, boy," I said. I moaned, as my cockhead rubbed up against an undisturbed pool of cum. The warm wetness squished around the flare of my dick. "You're plenty hot." I gently pushed in and out, just enough to spread semen further across his guts. "And like them?" "You know. One of them. In the club." His ass clenched again. "My boy. People care about your ass. Not your HIV status. Besides, these days, with Prep, who cares?" "My ass," he mumbled. "Do you like it?" "Yeah." I pushed my dick back into his hole. "You feel that? That's what your ass does to me. And you? You like that?" I thrust in and out of him. "Fuuuck," he moaned. I had managed to find his prostate and rubbed it with my dick. "Oh fuuuuck," he continued, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Fucking need a dick in me every night." "Several times a night." "Hell yeah," he said. He reached down and ran his finger around his hole, finding the line where he ended and I began. It was a dense, slippery, thin line and his finger ran around it, tracing out the exact circle where our bodies merged together. "You feel so good in me. So hard. So deep. So... male." "It feels to be in you. Feel you accepting me. So comfortable with me." "Please," he murmured. "Cum in me." His eyes were closed, and his hand had drifted from his hole to his cock. "I wanna fuck you too. Get my cock inside you." He slowly stroked his cock, already hard again so soon after fucking JP. "And inside Cal. And back into JP." I shoved my dick into him. "You want that? My cock inside of you?" "Yeah. All in good time, though." I kissed Seth again. This time, we took our time, swapping spit back and forth, listening to the grunts and groans of Cal and JP fucking beside us and to our own small moans and murmurs as we worked together to get me off. "Plenty of time to have a good time," he finally replied, as the kiss broke off. "Plenty of time." Beside us, JP's thrusts were getting faster, as his grunts were getting louder. It was a familiar tell from a man I knew intimately. He was getting close to cumming. "He's gonna cum," I said. "In Cal's hole. Raw hole." I sunk my dick into Seth. It was still slippery and wet from the accumulated cum and even so, I was going to add yet another load to his collection. "Fuck," he grunted, and pulled his legs back a little more, letting me push in even further. "Fuck me," he said. "Give it to me," Cal grunted. "Give me your poz load." "Fuck yeah, boy," JP said in reply. "Fill you up boy." "Give it to me." "Fucking take it!" JP moaned. His cock was thick and hard, pushing far into Cal's young, lithe body. "Take my load." "Give it to me. Knock me up," Cal grunted in response. "You're going to give me a load, aren't you?" Seth whispered into my ear. "Just like JP is breeding Cal?" "Yeah. For sure." We were both watching JP fuck Cal. "Fucking TAKE IT," JP said, louder than I think he expected. His cock slammed into Cal's hole one last time. Then, JP held it there as he gasped for air. "TAKE IT." "Breed me," Cal grunted as JP resumed his thrusts. But, these were longer and deeper. Each one was powered by the force of the orgasm and pushed deep into Cal's hole. "He's getting breed deep," I whispered into Seth's ear. "You want that?" "Yeah," Seth replied. His eyes were locked on the two men next to us. His expression suggested either aroused or repulsion, but his hard cock made it easy to figure out. "Fucking hot. Your raw dick in me. Dripping in me. Cumming in me." "Me too," I said. JP had plunged his cock into Cal one more time and then held it. "I love you boy," he said, before the two men kissed. "Fuck," Seth said. His dick was once more stiff, only this time there was a bead of pre-cum at the tip. "That was hot." "Yeah," I said. "I love you too," Cal replied. The two kissed again. It was an intimacy between two men that had built up over the years, a level of comfort and trust that could only be brought about by sharing fluids and all that came with them. "Fluid-bonded," they called it. It was a euphemism. Bug-brother was a better term. For a brief moment, I worried that Prep would kill that intimacy. But then I remembered my own poz cock, buried deep in a young man's unprotected hole. The virus always found a way. "I'm going to cum in you too," I said. "Good," Seth said. This time it was our turn to kiss. I let Seth's tongue push into my mouth and explore. As we kissed, Cal and JP disentangled themselves from each other. It was always a slightly awkward affair, pulling a man's cock from another man's ass. But the two men had years of experience doing it and executed as well as could be expected. Cal rolled over, just enough to be lying next to Seth. JP moved over, kneeling on the bed right behind me. JP wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close against his hairy chest. He leaned in and whispered into my ear. "Poz up our new boy," he said, just loud enough for me, and no one else, to hear. "Take my man's load," Cal whispered into Seth's ear. "Please, give it to me," Seth grunted. "Fucking fill me up." Seth was drifting into dangerously sleazy territories. The pot had lowered the boy's inhibitions quite a bit; it was going to be exciting to see what some tina would help him accomplish. JP had been thinking the same thing. "He's gonna be a real pig when he's tweaked," he whispered. Once more only the two of us could hear his commentary. I leaned back, pushing my dick further into Seth's hole. "I know. You should dose him." "With pleasure," JP answered. His cock had instinctively found my crack. It was still semi-hard and I felt the wetness from Cal's hole against my ass. "Just want to see you breed him," JP continued, this time loud enough for the boys to hear him. "You want my man to breed you?" Cal asked Seth. "Please, breed me," Seth answered. "Pound me raw and breed me deep," he managed to mumble, even as moans of pleasure showed that he had lost the capability for rational thought. "Fuck me." "Of course," I said, and shoved my dick back into him. His hole was perfectly warm, and sleazily wet. There was nowhere else I wanted to cum nor was there any reason to hold back on Seth's anus. It was clear that Seth was discovering his inner cum-hungry pig, and he would always take my dick. "Poz him," JP whispered in my ear. He had found a bottle of poppers and was holding it under my nose. "Share our dirty seed with him." My dick pulsed and throbbed as the poppers hit me. "Make him our boy. The son of our seed." My mind was slipping, into dangerous spaces. I was dripping pre-cum as my balls churned. I needed release. "Oh fuck," I grunted. "Oh fuuuuuck," I moaned as my balls clenched and my dick pulsed. "FUUUUUCK." I didn't worry who heard me. "He's seeding you," Cal said, between my yelps of pure pleasure. The yelps were in no known language, but the passionate intensity was immediately familiar to any man; they were the sounds of an orgasm. "Pumping you full of cum." "Fucking breed me, Jon," Seth moaned. He was feeling each white-hot spurt of semen; his breaths had been in perfect sync with each jet of cum. "Breed. Me," he grunted. "FUCK," I moaned. Two more spurts of cum shot into Seth's young hole. "FUCK," I moaned with one last sympathetic spurt from my dick. I had just enough energy left to roll Seth on his side and lie down behind him. I wrapped my arms around the boy, pulling him close to me. "I want to fall asleep with my dick in your hole," I said.

Bobby had been chatting with Steven off and on for a few weeks. Bobby was instantly drawn to Steven the first time he saw him on Grindr. And he was disappointed when Steven revealed he had HIV not too long after their first chat. Still, Bobby found himself drawn to Steven. Bobby was rather particular when it came to guys; and Steven matched every one of his preferences: tall, lean, white, smooth and under 30. Bobby wanted to be with him so bad, but couldn't bring himself to say it. The fear of HIV was just too much to face. Steven didn't need to do very much persuading, though - at least to keep Bobby talking to him. All it took was for Steven to send Bobby one picture of his thick tool for Bobby to stay interested. Over a few days, the conversations turned increasingly more sexual and suggestive. Bobby would send messages along the lines of "if you didn't have HIV, I'd like you fuck me every night. " Steven had heard those types of things before, but wasn't distressed when Bobby said it. He saw an opening unfolding. Bobby finally got the nerve to invite Steven over to hang out and "Maybe jerk each other off" if they decided they liked each other in real life. From the moment Steven walked into Bobby's apartment, Bobby could barely think straight. Steven was clever enough to wear basketball shorts and a wife beater which showed his body off amazingly well; he also had calculated it would be best to go commando; and the outline of his thick cock was very evident, even as he was soft and clothed. It was hard for Bobby to not stare at Steven; and Bobby felt himself getting hard just at seeing the hints of what Steven was packing. Bobby was still distracted and nervous about the possibility of doing anything with a poz guy. He figured a strong drink or two would help calm the nerves. After the second stiff drink kicked in, Bobby was feeling less timid. "So, lemme see that big dick of yours" Bobby finally requested. Steven stood up from the couch next to Bobby, faced him, and then slowly pulled down his shorts. A semi-hard cock began to appear as Steven pulled them down. And then Steven pulled his shorts past the top of his cock and it spring up slightly, still not fully hard. Bryan just stared and admired it, while his own cock stiffened in his jeans. "I think it's safe to say we like each other, so go ahead and jerk it," Steven prompted Bobby. Bobby tried not to seem too eager as he grabbed the dick dangling in front of him. Steven wasn't the longest dick Bryan had seen, but he sure was the thickest. It reminded Bobby of a slinky for a moment. Bobby tugged on it gently. "Yeah, stroke that cock like you want it," Steven urged him on. Bobby continued to slowly pull on the hardening cock as it thickened in his hand. "I won't tell anyone if you put it in your mouth. It's safe," Steven invited. Bobby stroked it a few more times as he considered it. He was nervous about putting this dick in his mouth, but was so desperately wanting to inhale as much of it as he could. A few moments later, and Bobby was struggling to wrap his mouth around Steven's thick shaft and make his way part-way down the wide girth stretching his mouth. "Oh yeah, suck on that dick," Steven whispered, "choke on my cock. Go all the way down." Bobby did as instructed, trying to put the thought of HIV out of his head. The involuntary choke that occurred as he tried to go all the way down distracted him from his worrying. He now felt challenged by this big cock and determined to deep-throat it entirely. "Fuck yeah, keep sucking on that dick," Steven said as he reached around and grabbed the back of Bobby's head to quicken the pace with assertive pulls on the head. "Mmmm..." Bobby moaned, his mouth had never been more stuffed with dick before; and he was rock-hard as he savored the meat in his mouth. Just a few minutes later, Bobby found himself on his bed still enjoying the big dick in his mouth while Steven laid back. Steven had a proposition for Bobby. "Hey, I have an idea," he said as Bobby slobbered on his cock. "I know you're afraid to get fucked .. but how about I just put my dick into you gently, and let it stay there without any fucking. Just so you can feel it inside you." Bobby stopped his work for the moment, turned to Steven and responded "Uh, I don't know. It sounds risky." "It's pretty low risk. I'm on meds and all. Besides, I won't be fucking you. I'll just slowly put it in and hold still while you jerk off and pretend I'm fucking you." Bobby was inwardly excited by the proposal, thinking to himself How risky could it be? It would only be a little penetration. A few moments later, Bobby's heart was racing as Steven made his way in between his spread legs, and positioned his spit-covered cock in line with Bobby's smooth hole. Steven licked his fingers and applied more spit to Bobby's pink pleasure spot. "Here it comes." Steven said as he slowly pressed his tip against the hole with assertive, but gentle pressure. Bobby's heart was pounding incredibly hard. "I should stop," he said to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. He was more turned-on than he was scared. The feeling of the tip of the thick cock making its way inside him was too enticing to stop. Steven pulled out a tad, and pressed in a bit more, picking up more spit to help lube the path inside. Bobby bit his lip and found himself closing his eyes, not his usual practice during sex, but he couldn't bring himself to watch a poz cock enter his ass. Somehow, closing his eyes made the reality less real. "That's it - how's it feeling?" Steven asked. Bobby forced himself to take a few long breaths. The thick tip stretched his hole and burned, but Bobby knew that the burn wouldn't last long. A few minutes later of of very slow gentle pressure, and Steven was half-way into Bobby's ass. The anxiety building in Bobby was being slowly washed away by the pleasure of his hole being filled. "Do you like it there?" Steven asked. "Mmm .. yeah .. that feels great," Bobby answered, his eyes still clenched closed. Steven held the cock in place for nearly a minute while Bobby jerked on his now rock-hard cock. Steven reasoned now was a good time to make his next move, "I'm getting a cramp, I'm just gonna re-position a bit" and with that Steven swayed his upper body a little, and pushed another inch deeper into Bobby's wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Bobby blurted as he felt the cock invading further. He opened his eyes for a moment, only to quickly shut them again so as to not 'see' what was unfolding. "Sorry, you okay?" Steven answered. "Yeah, damn, that feels amazing. Right there." Steven held it in place as Bobby stroked more. "Oh fuck, that feels amazing," Bobby revealed as he stroked his thin smooth cock furiously. "I need to readjust again, sorry .. cramp again," Steven said, using the same lie to to take advantage of the tight hot hole further. Bobby was too horned up by this point to be concerned, and gasped as he felt the cock slide in further. He almost didn't realize that Steven pulled his cock out a bit and slid it back in a couple of times. The pleasure was overwhelming him. Steven held still again and asked, "So, what position do you like better? The first one or the this one?" Bobby stopped moaning for a moment, "I dunno .. they are both amazing." Steven slid his cock back a little and said, "You like position one?" and then slid it back in where it was "or position two?" "Ohh! Two! Damn - two!" Bobby nearly squealed in reply. "Okay .. and do you like two - or three3?" and with that slid in even deeper, almost three-quarters into Bobby's now inviting ass. "Fuck! Three! I LOVE three!" Bobby proclaimed. "Hmmm, okay, what's better? One...or three?" Steven pulled back and then thrust back to his deepest position. "Mmmm! Fuck! Three! Definitely three!" Bobby was beside himself. Any thought of HIV was buried deep in the back of his head while every part of his mind was screaming for more cock. Steven knew Bobby was giving in and continued progressing. "Hey, this is hard to hold here .. can you roll onto your stomach? I can hold your favorite position better." "Yeah .. hell yeah!" Bobby instantly agreed. Steven slowly slid out his cock; and Bobby complied and flipped onto his belly; and then Steven moved back into position. "So, when I'm outside you, this is position zero," Steven explained, "now, here's one, then, two, and your favorite, three" as he slid back into the hole he was exploiting. "Oh God, yes!" Bobby gladly accepted the cock back inside him. "Do you want to try a different number?" Steve asked playfully. "Yeah, man!" Bobby nearly begged. "Here comes position five .." and he paused. Bobby anxiously awaited. The pause seemed like an eternity. And then Bobby felt a deep pressure burying in his hole. "Holy fuck! I love five - fuckin' love five!" Bobby shot back. Steven slid back some, "You prefer five to three?" "Yes! I want five again. Gimme five!" Steven responded by pushing back deep into position number five. Bobby had never felt such ecstasy rushing through him. "Ready for the next number?" Steven asked, anticipating the answer. "Fuck yeah!" Bobby answered. "Here's six!!! and this time, Steven was not as gentle, he jabbed as deep as he could. Bobby shuddered as he felt the stabbing pain, but then pleasure washed over him again. "God damn .. holy fuck!" Bobby couldn't find words to describe the pleasure his ass was getting. "I love it. I love it!!!" Steven knew Bobby was under his full control now, "if you want, you can call out different position numbers, and I can change as you want them. For example, here's one to five." Steven pulled back and pressed back in. "And here's two to six" and again demonstrated with a rock and thrust that nearly made Bobby cum. "Oh shit! That's fucking incredible! Do one to five!" Bobby demanded. Steven obliged. "Two to six!" Bobby requested enthusiastically. It didn't even occur to him that he was getting his ass pounded. He was just picking numbers, as far as he thought. Again, Steven thrust appropriately. "I want zero to six!" Bobby couldn't get enough. Steven pulled all the way out, and slammed it back all the way in. "Oh FUCK!" Bobby nearly screamed at the onslaught of pleasure and pain simultaneously. "Ohh, I see what you like, now.." Steven said in his continuous playful tone. Without awaiting a response, Steven pulled all the way out, and gave Bobby another slam; and repeated three more times. Bobby was so turned on, tears were involuntarily forming at the corner of his eyes. "You mind if I pick some random numbers to give you? I think you'll like them." Steven was leading his now vulnerable conquest. "Fuck, yeah!" Bobby responded with a wide smile. "Here it comes!" Steven announced. Bobby felt the thick cock slowly sliding out and in for a few moments. Steven picked up his pace and did a few deep jabs. He then returned to slow strokes, varying his depth with each push. "Oh shit!" Bobby had a hard time verbalizing the pleasure he was feeling, "Fuck ! FUCK! FUCK!" And then, Steven stopped, and held position. "Keep going!" Bobby insisted. Steven, however, held still, about three-quarters deep for several moments. The pause was torturing Bobby as he was on the verge of erupting any moment. "Please fuck me!" Bobby urged. Steven leaned in close to Bobby's ear and said, "I'm so fucking turned on. I love your ass. If I keep going, I won't be able to stop; and you're gonna end up full of my poz cum." Bobby couldn't even consider the risk at this point; he was too turned on to care and instantly replied with, "Do it! fuck my ass! I want your cum!" Steven resumed his slow fucking and gradually picked up his pace and depth. Bobby replied with escalating moans as Steven picked up his pace. Bobby felt a tongue enter his ear and felt a hot wet sensation as Steven probed deep into his ear with his tongue and then whispered, "You're gonna get my poz cum. I'm gonna fucking own your ass!" Bobby didn't blink. He surrendered to the thick pleasure stick that was now more than familiar with his ass, and he was determined to let it remain at any direction Steven desired. "Have my ass!" Bobby pleased, "I'm yours! Own my ass." And with those last four words, Steven was drilling Bobby without any hesitation or reservation. Bobby's head bumped up against the headboard a few times while Steven made a point to jab as forcefully as he could. "Unnh! Unnh! Of .. FUCK! FUCK!" Bobby blurted. "When you're ready for my poz cum up your ass, call out for number ten!" Steven commanded. It didn't take Bobby but a few seconds to cry out, "Now! Fuck! I want number ten now! Gimme ten! Ten!" And before he could mutter another word, he heard the loudest slapping noises he ever heard during sex and felt balls slamming against his hole with each quickening thrust. Only now was Bobby starting to realize that he wasn't just changing positions of a cock gently making his way into him. There was no escaping what was occurring. A thick cock was violently assaulting his hole. A thick poz cock was about to shoot cum deep into him. And Bobby was surprised to find this realization didn't scare him; it only turned him on even more. He wasn't supposed to do this; and he was letting go. "Cum in me! I'm yours! Cum .. deep .. up .. my ass!" he managed to belt out. "Take my poz load you fucking cum slut!" Steven insisted while he unloaded deep inside Bobby with continuous deep and quick thrusts. Bobby's ass felt instantly wet and full. The thought of poz cum being shot up his ass managed to excite him to the brink; and Bobby came at the same time into the sheet beneath him. Steven left his dick deeply buried with Bobby until every last drop was deposited into his newly owned hole. The awareness of what actually occurred slowly dawned on Bobby. And his more rational reaction was to try and clean himself. "Umm .. I need to shower," he said as he nearly darted out of bed for the shower. Steven took the opportunity to put on his clothes and leave Bobby to reflect on what he just gave in to.

This happened close to 20 years ago, but I still remember it vividly as it is still one of the hottest sex episodes of my life. I was in El Paso, Texas on business for a few days. I had had a few really fun times at a very seedy xxx movie theater in the downtown area that week. The place was always full of Latino dick of every age, size and type. I was in heaven sucking on all the foreskin being fed to me in that place. But I had heard of a place out on the outskirts of town. Fiesta XXX Drive-In and sex shop. The place really way out in the desert, out in the middle of nowhere. I arrived there in the late afternoon and to my surprise the parking lot was quite full. I parked and entered the sex shop. I quickly found the arcade area. There was a large room with perhaps 10 or 12 video booths, some with glory holes. There was also a small video room with some ratty chairs and sofas. The room smelled of dried cum. There were even several puddles of fresh cum on the floor and on the leather of the sofa. The room was quite dark, and always a few guys in there. The arcade had a consistent group of at least a dozen guys cruising the booths and video room. I spent close to two hours sucking dicks through the glory holes and in the video room, sucking on well over a dozen cocks, and had been fed six or seven loads down my throat in that time. I was one of the few Caucasian guys there, as most of the guys were Mexican, in addition to a few black guys. I even got into a hot 69 with a young Latino kid on the sofa of the video room. I was getting tired and hungry, so I had decided I'd had enough. I was just getting ready to leave to head back into town to clean up and get some dinner. Just as I started to walk out of the video room I saw a newcomer: a tall, handsome, muscular guy who appeared to be half Black, half Latino. He had to be at least 6' 3" or taller, and was masculine and rough looking. I got the impression he may have been a construction or road repair worker. Anyhow, we made eye contact as he entered the room and he rubbed his crotch and sat down on one of the ratty sofas. I turned and walked back into the room and sat next to him on the sofa. He looked at me and continued to rub his crotch. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. "Suck me" he demanded. I leaned over as he pressed my face into the denim of his pants. I then got down on my knees, between his legs and began to unzip his fly. He unbuckled his pants and pulled his dusty Levi's and briefs down to the floor. His cock was already rock hard, and was a nice eight inch uncut dick with ample foreskin covering his cock head. In addition to his impressive length, it was one of the thickest dicks I had ever seen. I took it into my mouth and sucked and gently chewed on his gorgeous foreskin, sucking on it, flicking it with my tongue. Then I slid my tongue up into the foreskin and licked his piss slit. "Good faggot" he said, as he pressed my head further down onto his cock. The thickness made it difficult to take him too far down my throat, but I did the best I could before gagging and coming up for air. While I was sucking on him, he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Then he lifted his legs, exposing his huge, low hanging balls and hairy asshole. "Suck my balls, queer." I did as I was told. His balls were salty and smelled of sweat. The smell was intoxicating. I licked both his balls, then took each of them into my mouth. "Lick my ass" he grunted, as he lifted his knees to his chest. I licked under his balls and down to his dark, puckered asshole. "Nice job, fag. Lick my hole, queer". I loved the names. And I really went to work licking and eating his nasty hole. I had my tongue as deep in his hole as I could get it. He was spreading his ass cheeks, giving me as much access to his hole as I could get. As I was eating his hole, several of the guys came around us, each man stroking his cock as he watched me servicing this hot, dark and aggressive guy. A skanky looking Mexican drag queen was trying to horn in and tried to suck his cock as I was licking his ass, but the top pushed the skank away, growling "Fuck off, Bitch!" Then he grabbed me under the arms, pulling me up as he stood up. "Come with me". He grabbed his pants and shoes and took me by the hand, pulling me with him as we left the video room and entered a private video booth. No sooner was the door closed than he pushed me back to my knees and I happily went back to sucking on his beautiful cock. As I was sucking him, he bent over, sliding his hand down inside the back of my sweatpants, finding my asshole. He rubbed my hole, obviously wanting to fuck me. At this time I was petrified of HIV, and rarely letting guys fuck me. Moreover, the few times I had been fucked, I had insisted the top use a condom. On this occasion, however, I had no condoms, and honestly wasn't interested in getting fucked in a filthy video booth, but the top obviously seemed to have his mind on putting his dick in my ass. He kept fingering and massaging my hole. "Show me your pussy, faggot" he demanded as he stood up and took a small bottle of lube and bottle of poppers from the pocket of his Levi's. "No," I replied, "I don't fuck in these places." Without saying a word, he turned me around and pushed me over. "No", I said as I struggled to get away. I was starting to get very nervous. This guy was 6 or 7 inches taller than me. As well as being incredibly muscular. His power was both a turn on and frightened me. Because I was wearing sweatpants, he had no problem pulling my pants and briefs down over my ass with one quick yank. He had me bent over and his cock was pressing into my ass crack. "Please don't", I begged. "You're too big. I won't be able to take you", I said. "Shut up, faggot. You want this cock, so shut the fuck up". I felt the cold lube being drizzled down my ass crack. He also reached around me and said, "Here. You'll need to popper up". He handed the bottle of poppers to me. I was too frightened to resist much longer. There was no way I could overpower him to get away. So I took a couple of deep sniffs of poppers. I was going to need all the help I could to take his big, thick dick inside me. He pressed the lube up inside me. I could hear him squeeze more onto his bareback cock. Then I felt the piercing pain of his cock start to press into me. "STOP", I begged. But, he paid no attention. He continued to press into me. I took a couple of more deep breaths of poppers. The pain was intense. But, I was powerless to get away from this guy. Once he had gotten most of his cock inside me, he began to pump. Tears filled my eyes from the pain as I continued to beg for him to pull out. But then I felt him grab me around the waist and really began to pump. Slamming his cock deep into me, then pulling nearly out of me, before slamming back into me again. I had resigned myself that I was going to have to endure this. "Please put a condom on", I pleaded. "Shut the fuck up, Fag," as he continued to pound my white hole. "Oh, please. Don't cum in me" I whimpered. He paid no attention to me as he continued his assault on my hole. My ass was miraculously adjusting to his monster cock. It was actually starting to feel good. I continued to sniff poppers to help me relax my ass. It was helping. Finally, I gave up the struggle and began to enjoy the incredible feeling of his bare cock slamming deeply into my ass. My head was banging against the walls as he rammed into me. Without any warning he slammed even deeper into me and held it there. I could feel his cock throbbing as he let out a loud groan. "AHHHGGG...!!! FUCKKK...!!!" he grunted as he filled my ass with his load. He pulled his cock from me so quickly that it made a popping sound as his cockhead left my ass. I collapsed onto the chair in the booth as he pulled on his pants and slipped on his shoes. Without saying a word, he unlocked the door and exited the booth. My head was spinning from all the poppers I'd been sniffing. He had left the bottle of poppers with me and I saw the bottle of lube laying on the floor of the booth. Just as I bent down to pick up the lube, the door of the booth opened again. A heavy set Mexican guy walked in. He locked the door, turned to face me and pulled out his uncut dick. "No. I'm done", I protested, as I reached down to pull up my sweatpants. But he continued to put his cock in my face. What the hell, I thought. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him as he hardened in my mouth. "Show me your pussy," he said, adding in a whisper "I'm gonna seed that cum filled white pussy of yours." I was too tired to put up a fight. I stood and bent over. Holding onto the chair and took another deep hit of poppers. Without any hesitation or lube, he slammed into me in one swift move. He thankfully didn't take too long to cum. He was grunting loudly as me pounded my hole. Within just a few minutes he grunted loudly and shot his load into me. "Gracias," he said as he pulled out, quickly pulled up his pants and exited my booth. I knew I couldn't take any more. I pulled up my sweatpants. I did my best to pull myself together and exited the booth. Heading to the exit of the arcade a young Latino asked "Hey, Papi. Want another load?" I laughed as I passed him. "Not today. Maybe tomorrow". I drove back into town. Got back to my room totally exhausted. I didn't even have the energy to shower and dress for dinner. I called room service and had dinner sent to my room, as I tried to replay the afternoons events in my head. I jacked off as I relived the frightening, but exciting time I had being overpowered by that hot guy in my booth.

Just go for it! A two hour drive isn’t that long, and definitely worth it if you get loaded! And everything Eros says is right: it’s confidence and attitude that gets the cock, rather than age and looks. I’m always envious of the guys who aren’t afraid to make the first move and go after what they’re looking for. I tend to be rather timid, and wait to be approached... and sometimes that results in a long wait! A lot of younger, better-looking guys than me also fall into that category: you often see them standing there, largely ignored, looking rather lonely. It’s those older, more average guys who walk round the place like they own it that get the best results! Anyway, have fun and tell us all about it when you get back!

My hubby is a total power top and I’m vers. We have an open relationship and agree we don’t need to tell each other about our escapades. But it’s hot to me when he lies, sneaks, or hides his hookups. And I love it even more when I catch him or find evidence. The first (and one of the hottest) times I witnessed him cheating was at Halloween in Castro several years ago. We met up with our mutual college friend Dan & his new boyfriend Caleb in San Francisco. We were younger and didn’t have much money back then so we decided to split a hotel room in the city with the plan to crash there after the night of partying. The only room available had just one queen bed, so we figured we’d all just share. We had a blast out in the Castro that night and got drunk and very high from pot brownies. Back at the hotel, in a stupor all four of us stripped down to our underwear and fell asleep pretty quickly on the bed together. I woke up a little later to someone snoring. But then I also noticed the soft sounds of kissing. I was on the edge of the bed with my hubby next to me, and I knew Caleb was next to him and Dan on the far edge of the bed. I quickly realized Dan was the one asleep and snoring, while my hubby and Caleb were making out in the middle of the bed. I got instantly hard. As far as I understood, Dan & Caleb were monogamous. So my hubby was definitely cheating here and risking Dan’s friendship. Listening to them was making me very horny, so I decided to stay still and pretend I was asleep, and just let them go at it. Since we were all squished together in the bed, I was pressed up against my hubby as he was making out with Caleb. In fact, I could feel Caleb’s hands caressing my hubby up and down and they kissed passionately. They pulled off each other’s underwear and started rubbing each other’s cocks together. Soon I heard Caleb start moaning quietly and I knew my hubby must have a finger up Caleb’s butt. I heard Caleb whisper to my hubby asking him if I was still for sure asleep. My hubby said yeah, he’s totally passed out. Meanwhile Dan was still snoring on the other side of the bed. After some more whispering, they shifted positions so that Caleb was on his back and my hubby was on top of him, facing each other. I heard my hubby spit a few times and Caleb began moaning a little louder. I knew my hubby’s cock was inside Caleb’s ass. My hubby began slowly fucking Caleb and now both their bodies were rubbing up against me. They continued kissing passionately and my hubby increased the intensity of his rhythmic pounding. In a whisper he said to Caleb I’m gonna cum, and with a few more deep thrusts he groaned as he shot his raw load right up Caleb’s ass. Caleb jerked his cock with my hubby still inside him and finally came too, spraying an enormous load all over the bed and onto my face, shoulder, and arm. I was so turned on, but I was trying not to breath too heavily in order to avoid giving myself away. They kept kissing for a while and eventually got out of bed to clean off together in the bathroom. As soon as they had gone, I licked up all Caleb’s cum droplets and jerked myself off to a huge orgasm. All the while, Dan was still sound asleep and snoring, Next morning, the four of us woke up to terrible hangovers. My hubby and Caleb acted like nothing happened. All of us claimed not to remember much of the night before, because we had been so drunk and high. Dan & Caleb made the long drive back to their home later that day. Even now, I don’t know if my hubby remembers what he did that night or if he’s just hiding it from me.

Like a lot of guys, I had done some limited experimentation with my buddies when I was younger. We played some truth and dare type things where we pulled our pants down and played with our dicks in front of a couple of other buds - but that was about it. I got a lot of curious looks from my friends, as I was the only one who was uncut in our group. They found it odd and their comments made me pretty self conscious about it. I also realized from those limited circle jerk situations that cocks could exist in all shapes and sizes... and that intrigued me a little. But overall, I was pretty shy and quiet about sex and my uncut cock. Years later, I was unhappily married with a sex life that was mediocre at best and had decided to 'stick it out' until the kids were old enough to be away at school and on their own. I was a good Catholic boy and the thought of having an affair had never really crossed my mind, so I had resolved myself to finding some hot porn sites and stroking until I blew my load. However, I eventually realized that I was enjoying looking at the various cocks in the porn just as much as the pussies. In fact, I was becoming more aroused at the hard dicks than I was looking at women. One day, I saw an advertisement for a 'gay hookup' site and with my heart pounding a little and my hands sweating, I clicked on the link. I looked the site over and decided to create a 'free' account to have a peek around. Needless to say, my mind was blown with pictures of real 'live' people from around my area. A lot of the guys were gay or bi or quite a few 'rather not say' types. I browsed the site and started to learn more about tops and bottoms and all the wonderful things men liked to do to/with one another. Because my account was 'free', I was restricted to only viewing a fixed amount of profiles per day. I knew the shtick. They wanted my money. A couple of months later, I screwed up my courage and paid my money and got a full account. I had a digital camera and tripod and using the timer, I managed to take a few shots of my body - front and back. I wasn't really sure what to say in my profile, so I said I was married and curious about a lot of stuff. Looking back, I know now how silly that must have sounded, but I really WAS curious and didn't know what else to write. Within a week, I had an email from a very hot looking guy from Toronto. He was a little younger than me and single and gay. His profile showed a nice hairy chest, nice pecs, flat tummy and a huge uncut cock. He had sent me a note and said it was nice to see another guy on the site with an uncut cock. He was a pretty low key guy and we emailed back and forth for a number of weeks getting to know one another. He answered a lot of my questions about his lifestyle and I found him to a be a very nice guy. One weeknight we were chatting back/forth and he asked if I would consider coming into the city to meet for a coffee and perhaps if we 'clicked'... something more. He was very low pressure and really put me at ease. I was very curious to see if he was as nice in person as he was online and I agreed to come into the city the following Saturday for a public meeting. I was very nervous and almost chickened out, but decided to at least meet the guy - Dave - and have a coffee and chat. He had suggested a place in the Toronto gay village and off I went. He had said he would be wearing a red jacket and baseball cap, so I replied I would wear a red jacket as well. I walked into the coffee shop and felt that every single person in the place knew I was there cheating on my wife and was meeting up with another guy. Of course, nobody took notice of me at all as I walked up to the counter and ordered. While I waited, I discreetly scanned the room for the jacket/hat combination. I took my coffee and stepped aside to let the next customer in line step forward and heard a voice at my elbow say "Ed? Is that you". I nearly dropped my coffee as I realized Dave had been standing right behind me in line. His eyes glistened with amusement at my sudden jolt, and he stuck his hand out and shook mine. "I'm Dave". And those eyes were big and beautiful and brown. He was Italian and had dark features and was handsome as fuck. He beckoned for me to follow him with a tilt of his head, and we walked over to a table far from everyone else. I couldn't help but look at his hard bubble butt, packed into a pair of tight jeans as I walked behind him - looking around to see if I knew anyone in a coffee shop 100 kilometers away from home. LOL. Paranoid. He was very pleasant to talk to and our conversation covered a lot of different territory for the next half hour as we relaxed and got to know one another in person. At one point, he laid his hand across the top of mine on the table and looked at me with those big eyes that were once again twinkling with a devilish gleam. I didn't pull away, but felt a little jolt of electricity up my arm. "Are you interested in another cup of coffee? Perhaps at my place down the street"? he asked. What the hell. I had driven an hour to get here. I really enjoyed his company. He was sexy as fuck. In for a pound. Five minutes later, we walked into a nicely furnished one bedroom apartment and he closed and locked the door. We looked at one another and he pressed me gently up against the hallway entrance and kissed me. He was an incredible kisser and I instantly relaxed and got into my first MM french kiss. We kissed and our hands roamed and I could feel him pull my shirt out of my jeans and slowly twist each button open until he had my chest completely exposed. He slipped my shirt off while kissing me the entire time. I knew I wanted to see that hairy chest from the pics in person and I returned the favour. I licked his neck, nibbled his ear and stopped only long enough to pull his shirt over his head. He smiled and stroked my chest and nipples while I did the same and then he pulled me towards his bedroom by my belt hoops in my pants. When we got there, he resumed the kissing and opened my belt and pants and let them drop down to the floor. He pulled a blanket off a shelf and threw it on the bed and gently pushed me back while he undid his pants to expose some very colourful underwear with a HUGE wet bulge protruding. As I leaned back on the bed, he slid my Calvin's down my legs and dropped them on the floor and pushed me further back onto the bed while crawling between my legs. I watched silently as he grasped my rock hard cock in his right hand and looked up at me and winked. Then he slowly put my cock into his mouth and licked all around the head. He swirled his tongue around my sensitive corona and I gasped. But then he slowly worked the entire length of my cock into his throat, bobbing slowly a little deeper with each pass. He continued to swirl his tongue around my shaft and I thought I was going to cum right then and there. He sensed it and pulled off a little. Then he took my foreskin between his lips and stretched it. He nipped gently at the skin and stuck his tongue under the skin and did things I didn't know were possible. All the while I was moaning like crazy and afraid I was gonna blow. I finally pushed him off me, and rolled him over onto his back while my eyes zeroed in on that big bulge. I had to see what was under those Calvin's. He put his hands behind his head and relaxed while I pulled them down slowly. I looked down as his thick cockhead slapped back against his stomach. It was hard and already dripping copious amounts of precum. I could smell his arousal once I had the underwear off his ankles and I tossed them onto the floor. He didn't say a word as I gripped his cock in my hand and slowly jerked his cock up and down. Mesmerized, I watched the thick foreskin slide over his head and then slide back down his shaft. More precum bubbled from the tip so I leaned forward and licked it. He gasped and twitched. I took the head into my mouth and slid my tongue under his foreskin. I wanted to get every drop of precum that was coating that fat head and I started to stroke him slowly while going deeper into my mouth. I had purchased a dildo a few month before to practice in case I ever got the nerve to suck a real cock and was grateful that I had at least 'some limited' experience swallowing a cock. But this cock was thicker, and it was warm and it throbbed in my hand and in my mouth. This cock was a real man's dick and I wanted to devour it and taste more. I held his cock in one hand and stroked it slowly while I let my tongue travel down to his balls. They were trimmed and I lapped at them like a thirsty dog. Slowly putting one ball into my mouth and swirling it around. Then sliding my tongue to the other side and licking and swallowing his other ball. Then back up to the top of his cock and started easing it into my mouth and throat again. He wasn't pushing me. He was letting me pick my own speed. I wanted to feel that big head work its way into my throat. My inexperience got me a few times and I choked a bit, but was right back down on it immediately. This went on for a few minutes, then he grabbed my shoulders and hissed that he was going to cum - to pull off. But there was no way I was going to missed this opportunity, so I sucked him into my mouth, tongued his head and reached up and tweaked his hard brown nipples. That did it. The first shot hit my throat and before I could register what was happening, his second and third shot were erupting in my mouth. I swallowed as quickly as possible. His cum was not bitter at all, it had a wonderful taste to it and I wanted it all. I sucked and licked the head and the shaft clean and looked up at him with a grin. "You are one hot sexy fucker" he said. "The whole buildup over the months plus that excellent blow job did me in. I'm sorry I came so fast. Are you serious that this was your first blowjob"? I explained that I knew what I liked, so I knew what I figured he would like and I thoroughly enjoyed my first hot load of cum in my mouth. He rolled over between my legs again and licked all the precum that was dripping from my slit and down my shaft. Then he scooted forward on his knees until his ass was sitting on my crotch and started kissing me again. Our tongues lashed out against one another and he was grinding that hot bubble ass against my hard cock. The dripping juices were making things slick between us and he suddenly stopped moving and looked at me. I looked at him questioningly and I felt him grasp my hard cock in one hand while he scooted up just a little bit more. Then I felt him put my cockhead against the entrance to his hole. He looked at me for a second, and when I didn't say anything he started to sit back onto my cock. I watched his face as the head of my dick slid through his tight ring. He stopped for a second and grabbed a bottle of lube from under the pillow and quickly coated my cock. Then while looking right into my eyes, he slow sunk down onto the length of my dick. His hole was tight and warm and juicy. He slid up and down slowly a few times and then stopped for a second. He leaned forward to start kissing again and started riding my cock. Slowly rocking back and forth. I could feel him squeezing my cock with his ass and wondered how the hell he was doing that? But fuck - it felt wonderful. He rode my cock and squeezed and milked my cock and I looked down to see that big fat Italian cock was hard again and dripping onto my belly button. I reached down and grasped his dick in my hand and started to wank him slowly to the same rhythm as his bounces. I could feel my balls starting to tingle and I told him I was going to cum. "Cum in my ass" he told me and really started bucking. I could feel him pull right to the edge of his hole then impale himself down to the base of my cock.... faster and faster. Suddenly, he started shooting cum and his hole was twitching and gripping my cock. That was it for me and I lost it. I lunged up into his guts and felt the cum surge from my balls and start to spew into his hole. My cock had penetrated up in to his second ring at this point and I knew I was seeding him deep. His entire hole was milking my load and we were both panting and moaning. When I finished shooting, I realized my hands and stomach were covered in his cum and he leaned forward again to kiss me some more. Gently nips at my lips, ear lobes, some tongue swapping. My head was reeling from the entire scene and I couldn't believe I had just fucked my first male ass. And bareback to boot. We got up and hit the shower together. More kissing and fondling and I couldn't resist when he turned around and stuck his ass toward me in the shower and said he wanted another load. My cum was already dripping from his hole, so there was no need for lube. I easily slid back into his tight hole and was thrilled to feel my cock sliding around in a wet slimy hole of cum. I reached around the stroked his dick again while I pumped his ass from behind until I dumped a second load deep inside. Exhausted, we washed one another down and dried one another off. He asked me if I would be willing to do a repeat performance sometime? He had really enjoyed himself. I replied that I also enjoyed myself and wanted a second round. Except, I wanted him to fuck me with that big fat Italian cock. As I kissed him goodbye, he took my hand and put it down to feel that big fat Italian cock was hard again. "This is all yours next time fucker" he whispered as I slipped out the open door.

31 Fuck Matty is just gorgeous. He is basically the younger version of Dave: thickly built everywhere. His traps practically starts from the base of his neck, his chest big and round, and a flat solid stomach. Once he grab my face and started kissing me, I got him out of his cloths in a hot second and we are making out on the bed in front of Daddy Dave. He keeps whispering in my ear about turning me into his piggy little brother and I am in fucking heaven. "get on your back baby" Matty said, and I dad as told. He kissed me and worked his way down my body, sucking on my swollen tits, kissing my gut, and licked my belly button, which made me giggle. He passed my dick completely, licking my swollen sac, then pushed my legs up and start playing with the plug that is still lodged in my hole. "Relax baby" Matty cooed as he pulled the plug out of my hole. Its wide open and i cant stop leaking all the loads from the night before. "Aww baby bro its so full" Matty sounds so excited before diving right in with his tongue, first licking my twitching hole and then sticking his tongue right in there. "Oh fuck oh god eat my pussy" 32 I watch Matty eating the pig's hole like it's the last meal on earth. I know he is always hot for a hole filled with cum and this is like heaven for my boy. Cory is moaning like a pig in heat as Matty probe his tongue deep and lap out all that cum that was planted in that piggy cunt all night. Sitting here stroking my 9 inch fuckstick, I watch the hot scene play out: life action porn at its finest. 33 Matty came up for air after eating my hole out for fuck knows how long. We kissed and shared the toxic loads inside me as he tweaked my nipples. I can feel his cock, rock hard, pressing against my cunt. "Please fuck me..." Matty stared into me with his brown eyes and asked "You want it baby brother?" "yeah put your dick in me please"..... i begged as he pushed his fat dick inside my cunt. "Oh fuck it feels so good...." Matty was a gentle fucker. It feels so good when he thrust his dick slowly in and out of my hole, while his hands keep teasing and rubbing my dick. I was so hard i feel like its gonna burst. "Oh i am gonna cum if you keep it up".... i moaned as he started pounding me harder "Go for it bro cum for me, i am gonna bust my load into you" Matty said and I can't hold it anymore. "Oh fuck oh fuck fuck me hard breed me breed me make me cum UGHHHHHH" Ropes and ropes of my pent up cum blasted out of my dick, the first one landing square on my face. Meanwhile i can feel my ass clenching on Matty's dick and feel his load shooting deep inside me. "Oh fuck here it comes bro oh fuck fuck FUCK" he shouted as his hands keep milking my dick, squeezing every spurt out of me. At the same time, Daddy Dave walk over, stroking his 9 inch tool. Matty pulled out and let Dave push in my hole. It feels so hot and hard as he thrust right in. "Fucking pig take my fucking load" He grunts as he thrusted away while Matty jumped to my side and suck on my tit. "Oh fuck daddy breed me please yeah shoot you load in me oh fuck" "Fuck fuck FUCK" Daddy pushed all his 9 inches inside and I can feel it pulse as he unloaded. We collapsed into a heap of sweaty cummy muscle on the bed, both Matt and Daddy above me. We shared a kiss and I promptly pass out. 34 (Epilogue - Cory) Its been 2 months since i went to Arkansas to get transformed into a fuckpig by Dave. My hole is finally returning to somewhat normal, but I constantly crave cock and cum in it now. At least i can sit on a hard chair without wincing. After the threesome with Dave and Matt, i stayed another day, mostly to rest. Dave has to work, so he left Matty and I to our own devices. He fucked me a couple more times, but mostly we just talked about everything except Sex. Apparently there is a sweet guy wrapped under that raunchy nasty sex pig, and we ended up sleeping together, him spooning me, his cock pressing against my hole, before i have to go back to the city. Dave and i are still chatting online and on apps. We sometimes have phone sex while I ride the dildo, making me cum multiple times while he tells me about all the toxic loads that i took. Matty and I are chatting too, but our conversations are less raunchy and more sweet. Somehow, i went to become and pig and came home with a long distance relationship. Meanwhile, that weekend has changed my life in the city too. I go to sex clubs now, where i would gladly take loads of cum and piss from strangers. I hookup with guys to explore other fetishes. Some i like, some i don't. After a month, I went to the clinic to check for STDs, but despite me taking a bunch of poz loads in my hole that weekend, i managed to not get it, although i did need to take other antibiotics (LOL). After my clinic visit, i called Matty. He told me he is planning to move into the city with me, and i shared my clinic news with him. He chuckled and said "Well, i guess i have to cum to fix that" Fuck, i came all over myself again.

21 Fuck Sean is so fucking hot to watch. His entire body seem to flex as he pounds the bitch with no mercy. That dragon tatt that is all over his body looks like its fucking alive and moving as he pounds away. Sean looks so good and tempting that i cannot help myself. So i go over to the bed, got on my knees behind him, and start eating his jock ass like a fucking sandwich. "Oh fuck yeah, lick that ass" Sean growled as i rim his hole. I can see his balls pulling up and it wont be long before he breed that pig cunt, so i slip my finger into his ass and fucked his hole hard. "FUCK i am gonna cum...." Sean grunted as i fingerfuck him. He pushed hard on the cunt and both collapse on the bed, his body lying on top of the pig as I watch his nutsac pull tight as he thrusts away. I push my finger into Sean's ass one more time as his dick pulses and unloads into the cunt below, holding it there and feeling my buddy's hole clench against my finger as he empty his balls. Eventually i pulled out and Sean pulled his cock out of the cunt. He came so fucking much that a stream of his nut came flowing out of it. Then he went to the other side of the bed, grabbed the cunt's head and make him clean his nut off with it's mouth. The pig is so fucking turned on it grinds itself on the bed while Sean facefucked him for the second time. "Fuck i needed that" Sean said as he put his clothes back on. The pig is writing on its back on the bed, moaning, pinching its tits. "You need a ride back?" "Nah i am good. My place is around the corner and my guy would bring the truck there" Sean said as he walked out the door, just in time to keep it open for Bubba. Bubba walked into the room with nothing but his overalls and his boots. If he were Japanese he would have been a sumo wrestler. He is fucking huge dude, fat everywhere, with a big solid gut that sticks out, but also strong as a bull. Other than the chinstrap beard on his face and the crewcut on his head, he is smooth all over. "Bubba! How's it going dude" I ask as he closed the door behind him "I am good, just horny as fuck" He flashed a grin at me as he starts to unbutton his overall straps. A frequent guest at the county jail, his smooth body is decorated with multiple crude tats, including a Aryan gang logo on his chest and a nice biohazard symbol on his stomach. His fat fucking pink tits hang heavy over his belly, one of them pierced with a ring. "You like that?" Bubba asked, pointing to his new nipple ring "Sweet bro" As he undressed, the pig sit back up on the bed, it's face still covered with Sean's cockslime. 22 "Fuck. The dude who just got here is ENORMOUS." I thought as he approached me. A bear would probably look small next to him. He is just so fucking thick everywhere: his arms, his chest, his big belly, his ass, even his dick, which is sticking out from his belly like a snake peeking out from a boulder. "Hey pig, get to work" Dave/hickdad commanded in the background as Bubba stands before me, staring. "Yes sir" I scrambled out of bed and stood up, my face staring at Bubba's enormous chest. I instinctively went for the pierced nipple, licking the sweaty tit and sucking on the metal ring. Bubba sighed and push my face into it with his large hands. "Oh yeah boy, suck that shit, work on my tits, nurse on them" Bubba moaned as I suck on his nipple while using my hand to play with the other. He moved my head to the other nipple while tweaking my with his other hand. I can feel my entire body shaking as he pinched my swollen tit, my cock throbbing in my jock. "Get on your knees" I did as i was told in the middle of the room. Kneeling in front of him i can see he has a nice thick cock, cut and half hard. he tilted my head up to look at me "Are you a good piggy?" i nod "You want some piss?" i nod harder "answer me faggot" "Yes sir I want your piss sir. Please let me take your piss" i answer in a lusty moan A warm blast hit my face. I opened my mouth and let it fill up with Bubba's warm and salty piss. It dribbled down my face and all over myself. I puff out my chest and rub my pig tits and moaned as his piss cover me and the carpet. "Suck my dick boy" Bubba growled as he push my open mouth onto his dick, mid stream. I sucked on his half hard dick as he piss in my mouth, forcing me to swallow it all. His dick grew thicker and longer in my mouth as the piss stopped and he is getting hard. I can taste the slimy texture of precum as he keep fucking my throat. "Fuck yeah suck on my dick boy show me what a good faggot pig you are..." Bubba rambled as he holds my head in both hands and thrust his dick deep into my throat. I can barely breathe as he push my nose deep into his musky crotch. I gently cup his ginormous ballsac as i try to accomodate. Just as i am close to throwing up all over his dick, he pushed my head off his dick. and climbed onto the bed. The springs squeaked in protest. "Get up here and ride daddy's dick" 23 The pig climbed onto the bed as told and sat on Bubba's fat dick. He moaned like a fucking bitch as he impaled himself on that cock. I pulled out two pairs of handcuffs and chained his wrists to Bubba's for better leverage. "Fuck yeah ride that cock, comon boy" Bubba growled as he grab the pig on each side and move him up and down his cock. The pig is moaning hard and with his hands cuffed to Bubba's, can't touch his cock in the jockstrap that he desperately wants to. "Oh yes daddy fuck me...." the pig moaned as he leaned back and leveraged the handcuffs to push himself deeper. Then Bubba yanked on the cuffs to force the pig to sprawl all over his big belly as he thrust his hips into it's cunt while the pig chews on Bubba's fat tits. "Oh fuck that cunt feels so fucking good boy.. fuck daddy is gonna knock you up. You want my toxic juice?" "Oh fuck yes Daddy fucking breed me with your toxic cum please oh god" the pig moaned as Bubba plow him deep. "Fuck here it comes oh fuck FUCK FUCK" Bubba growled as he flexed his hips, grabbing the pig with both arms by the waist and pushing his dick deep into the cunt. I watch the root of his dick pulse once, twice, three times, shooting his load into the cunt. "Oh daddy oh god daddy yes fucking breed me fuck me fuck me" the pig screamed as he took Babba's hot juice. his hole is twitching hard around my buddy's cock as the Bubba forced the pig to juice it's balls. 24 I clamped my mouth onto Bubba's tit as he wrap my waist with his arms, pulling my wrist behind my back with the cuffs as he push his toxic load in me. My jock pouch is sandwiched between our bellies, the rough fabric rubbing against my rock hard and sensitive cock. Between the friction in my jock and Bubba's dick punching my prostate, i lost it. "Oh daddy oh god daddy yes fucking breed me fuck me fuck me" i screamed as i feel my cum flooding my jockstrap. My mouth latched onto Bubba's tit as he keep pounding me, making my ass clench on his dick as he milked my prostate. It feels so fucking good i thought i was gonna pass out. 25 I unlocked the cuffs and the pig is still lying on Bubba, his arms wrapped around him and his mouth nursing one of his tits. "Oh god" the pig moaned repeatedly as it's body shakes and spasm. Slowly, Bubba's cock wilted and slip out of the pig cunt and it can roll over. The pig's jock is completely soaked with his cum, some landed on Bubba's belly. By now he is well trained enough to lick his own nut off Bubba's belly and then crawl down to nurse on Bubba's soft cock. Bubba moaned in appreciation. Then i decided it would be a good time to get that pig cunt gang banged. I grabbed pig boy into a bear hug and whisper in hie ear. "Good piggy boy, who's my good faggot pig boy?" "I am daddy" He whisper hoarsely. as i fondle his still-hard clit inside the jockstrap "Get that jockstrap off and go to the bathroom. wait for me there." It did as told. Bubba got himself dressed and is halfway out the door. "Fuck that was great. Finally got my nut out. See you next time" He said as the door closes behind him. Back in the bathroom, i handed the pig his bottle of water. "Get hydrated" It gulped down the boner-pilled laced water and soon the thing is completely empty "Put your hands above your head by the shower" I said. He did as told and i looped the handcuff over the shower curtain rod and cuffed his wrists. In that position, he barely has enough room to pop his big muscled ass outward. Then i pulled out the pig's phone, connected them to his headphones and pulled out the audio file i told him to download. Soon the sounds of people fucking, cumming and every perversion is piped into his ears. Then i put a blindfold on him and tied a popper soaked rag on his face. As i watch, the pig started grunting and thrusting into the air, its clit rock solid hard and dripping. Now he is ready Meanwhile i pulled out my phone and start some arrangements. I sent this message to all the gay hookup apps and web sites "Pimping out a hungry pig that needs to be bred. Poz friendly. Aries Motel room 203. door unlocked." 26 Within 10 minutes the first guy walked in. He is tall, lanky, and young. I pointed him to the bathroom where the pig is waiting, ass out. He turned around and asked "lube?" and i said "He got 5 loads in him, he is lubed already" "Excellent" the kid grinned as he pulled down his pants and his uncut 6 inches sprung out. Grabbing ahold of the pig's hips he drove it right in and started pounding hard. He barely lasted a minute before grunting and grinding deep into the cunt with his pent up load. He pulled up his pants and left without another word. Then three latin guys show up. They took off their clothes and left them on a pile in the bed. They are local construction dudes that i have seen working on the site down the street. No clue they are into fucking pig boys but who knows. Thanks to their work though they are good looking, with lean toned tatted bodies and thick legs. One of them has a cut cock, the other two uncut, all are about 8 inches, not that size matters. One tried to start filming with his phone, but i told him no recordings allowed. All three went inside the bathroom while i watch sitting on the toilet. They wasted no time pushing their cocks one after another into the pig. Meanwhile the pig is just moaning under the popper rag and sticking its cunt out to accommodate. The first one fucked fast and hard and when his buddies start nursing on his delicious looking brown tits he lost it and blasted his load. Then the guy with the cut cock took his place and push his hardon right inside without any fanfare. He lasted a good long while, even when the guy who just nutted got on his knees and start eating his ass out. He even grabbed the pig's rock hard boner and start stroking him, but careful enough not to let it nut. Eventually he start mumbling in spanish and in one push slammed his fuckmeat deep and unloaded. The third latin guy took over the cunt and started fucking. This guy must be a tit man because all he did as he pounded away was tweaking the pig's tits, which made him moan so loud in the shower i am sure our neighbors heard it. After a while, the first guy got hard again and stuck his boner into his brown ass while he fucked the pig. That did the trick as the first guy pounded the load out of the third, who blasted it directly into the pig's hole. I watch the pig's cock twitch and throb, a stream of precum dripping as the third guy pulled out. They left shortly afterwards, one of them giving me their number. That's nice of them. Next come a succession of gay boys i know and sometimes fucked in the area. We lounged in the hotel room smoking and drinking while they fucked the pig one after another. Some of them are so turned on about fucking a blinded pig they don't last more than a minute before cumming. A couple started fucking on the bed, and when it come time to nut they went to the shower and pushed their loads into the pig. Timmy came over just as the last of the boys are fucked out and leaving. By now it is almost 3 in the morning. Timmy used to be a cop, but he got drummed out when the chief found out he like to fuck dudes. He still look like a cop though with his crew cut, his big muscles, and his attitude. We bro-hugged. "Hey bro, haven't seen you in a while, how's things" "Good, good. Got a job in a security place couple hours away. Just got off work actually. I know it was you when i saw the ad on my phone so i got to come over" Timmy chuckled as he start to take off his clothes. He must have been busy in the tattoo parlor, because aside from his full sleeve of tribal on his right arm, he got a new giant scorpion tatt on his left pec, the tail wrapped around the side to his lower back. The pincers of the scorpion perfectly frames his left nipple. Between his football-player thighs dangles almost 9 inches of thick toxic goodness. I locked the motel door and followed him into the bathroom. The pig is there, blindfolded and still listening to the audio loop. I took his popper rag off his face. His cock is wilted a bit, but still more than half hard, a drop of precum dangling from the head. "please sir please fuck me....." the pig moaned as Timmy stick a finger into the cum-filled hole 27 I have no idea how many people fucked me at this point. After hickdad put me in the bathroom with the blindfold and headphones, i can only guess by the feeling in my ass how many have pushed their dicks into my cunt. All i can hear is the endless audio loop, overlaid with sounds of men fucking and cumming and laced with hypnotic beats... "You are a cum dump, you are a faggot, you are a cunt, you are a faggot, your only purpose in life is getting fucked., you are a faggot, your dick is worthless, your dick is a clit, you are a faggot, you love piss, you love cum, you are a faggot, you ...." I can feel dicks entering my ass, fucking me. Some are gentle. Some are rough. Some are fat and long, some are small. I feel fingers twisting my nipples, which made me rock hard. I felt someone stroking my dick, but they let go when i am close and i never get to cum. But most of all i can feel them pulsing inside me, putting more loads inside. I am so horny and i want more.... 28 "Damn how many dicks did this pig get? Its literally flooding" Timmy said as he fingers the pig cunt. His cock is already rock hard and ready. "I think at least 15 or 18, maybe more" I said as Timmy start pushing his fuckstick into the pig, who is moaning like crazy and backing his meaty ass onto Timmy's fuck rod. "Fuck yeah, fuck yourself with my dick, bitch" Timmy said as he grab the pig's hips and push it back and forth. The churning must be feeling good, cause the pig practiacally squeals in pleasure, and the pig clit is throbbing like its about to fall off. "oh god oh god oh god fuck me oh fuckkkkk" the pig moaned. Suddenly mid pounding the pig lost it and piss all over himself, spurts of pig piss arcing out of his throbbing hardon all over the shower as Timmy keeps on pounding. "Fucking A" Timmy said, grinning as he keep fucking the literal piss out of the pig. "Damn it feels so fucking good" "Here give him this" I handed him the popper rag, now soaked in fresh poppers. He promptly shoved it under the pigs nose, which make him buck harder against Timmy's fuckstick, taking him over the edge. "Fuck I am gonna nut. Take. IT. ALL." Timmy pound each word into the cunt before snapping tight and pouringing his toxic juice into the pig, who kept spurting piss and fucking itself on his fuckstick. As Timmy pulled out i quickly pushed a butt plug into the cunt, keeping all the cum inside. The pig is completely exhausted and so am I. After Timmy left, i uncuffed the pig from the shower, took off the blindfold and headphones, and moved it to the bed. I gently wiped it down with a hot wet towel and by the time i returned from the bathroom its already half asleep. I got into the bed myself and the pig turned toward me and put its head on my chest, right on the biohazard tattoo. I wrapped my arm around it as it falls asleep. 29 I woke up finding myself on hickdad's beefy chest. I am sore all over but still horny as hell. My dick is half hard and dripping a little precum, and i noticed Dave also has a severe case of morning wood. I got up, moved myself to the edge of the bed, and start sucking his cock. He is still fast asleep but his cock felt it, because i can feel him unconsciously pump his cock into my mouth. In no time at all i can feel his whole body twitch and his load spurting into my mouth. I swallowed it all before getting up and showering. 30 I woke up to find the pig missing from the bed. I started to worry but then i heard the shower running. I had a dream where i was getting head and i looked down to find traces of my cum on my pubes and I knew the pig blew me when i was sleeping. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. I opened the door to find Matty standing there. Out of all the pigs i trained and converted, Matty is one of the few who stayed in the area. He is built like me, big and beefy, but without all the fur. He is so slutty and piggy that he would do almost anything to get off, and he probably has. We share a house together outside of town and he works in a construction company. We are not a couple, but we fuck a lot, with or without strangers. I sometimes call him my son, and he loves it. He got my load years ago, and now he is poz and on meds. "Hey daddy" "Hey boy comon in" I closed the door behind him "So how's the new pig?" "He is good. Probably sore this morning" We traded small talk just as the bathroom door opened and piggy came out, naked, hard and plugged. "Hi I am Matty, Dave is my daddy" he said, gesturing to me. "I am Cory, nice meeting you" the pig said. I didn't even know his name until now. Cory and Matty ended up on the bed while i resumed my seat in the chair. We chatted about our history together, and how Matty was trained and turned, and Matty is hungrily looking at Cory the whole time. He moved closer and closer to Cory, and suddenly the two started kissing. Cory practically tore Matty's clothes off abd before long the two pigs are naked and rubbing their rock hard clits together. "Cory you want to be my pig brother for Daddy Dave?" "Yes please..." Cory worked his way down to Matty's chest, sucking on his gyno tits like its breakfast. Meanwhile, Matty is gently rubbing his hands down Cory's back.

10. Dr. Benjamin Weston It was too early to wake up on a Saturday morning. My phone had buzzed in response to a text message. I had an intuition that it wouldn't be much longer before my alarm went off anyway. Still a bit bleary-eyed, I tried to focus on the screen. "Wanna come to a parTy today? College stud thinks he just started PrEP," it said. It was from an old friend and occasional patient, Jon. He and his partner Jon threw occasional parties, mostly to load up their boy Cal. The parties were everything a drug-fueled orgy should be: hot, sleazy, and intense. The men were always hot, the drugs were always pure, and the sex was always raw. "Yeah! When?" I wrote back. "What do I bring?" I finally looked at the time. It was 7:45. Plenty of time to get ready for my 9:00am appointment. It would be over by 10:00, which gave me the rest of the day to enjoy Jon's party. I re-read the message. "Thinks he's started PrEP?" I wrote. "Any time after 10:00," he wrote back. "We've got plenty of favors. Just bring that infected dick of yours." It stirred as I read the message. "We're feeding him fake pills," Jon added. "It's the kid we showed you last time you were here." I had been at his place about a month ago, this time just a fourth man for his unconventional three-way relationship. Jon had mentioned a boy he wanted to stealth. "He's gonna get on PrEP," Jon's husband, JP, had told me, showing me the pictures of the young man on his phone. Jon had quickly added, "He thinks the Prep is going to protect him. We're still going to infect him." I didn't think much of it; the pipe was offered to me, and then Cal's hole was offered. I took full advantage of both, and left spent and exhausted. In my reverie, I started to stroke my thick shaft, but had to force myself to stop. There would be plenty of holes eager to milk out my load later. Besides, there was a patient coming at 9:00. His real name was Ian Bolt. He was a porn actor. "Not yet a star," he said in our first session, laughing. He was barely in his mid-twenties, and his laugh made him seem almost innocent. When he first walked into my office, I had immediately noticed the outline of a jock strap through his gym shorts. He was also wearing a tank top which exposed his carefully trimmed chest. He was the ultimate boy-next-door, outwardly preppy and clean, but hiding a dark secret. Two weeks ago, in our last session, he had told me about his occasional habit with drugs. It was only a matter of time before he would tell me about how he had "forgotten" to use a condom. The thought only made my dick stiffer. I hoped it would go down by the time Ian arrived. It would be awkward to have a boner as Ian told me about his latest sexual exploits. "I may be a bit late. But I'll be there," I texted JP back. I didn't bother showering. I would just get sweaty again in a few hours. Instead I pulled on a jock strap, thinking it would do the best at restraining my monster. I stepped into a pair of dark grey chinos, and put on a white shirt. It was good enough for a Saturday morning therapy session. I downed a bowl of cereal, then packed a small bag of supplies for the parTy. I had no idea how the weekend would play out, so I added a few grams of tina to my party kit, and made sure there were some clean points, among the other supplies already packed away. The office was usually only fifteen minutes away. In the light weekend morning traffic, I made it in twelve. I unlocked, and turned on the lights. In the ten minutes before the appointment, I reviewed my notes from our last session. Ian had been planning to go to a porn shoot; it would have been the last weekend. I hadn't written down where it was, but I remembered it being somewhere like Palm Springs. How he had fared in that endeavor would likely be the first topic of our therapy session. Right on time, Ian showed up. He walked into the office, and took a seat on the couch opposite me. He was wearing a white tank-top with dark blue pair of running shorts. With his legs spread wide, there was the barest hint of his dick pressing against the fabric. There was a nervous energy emanating from him; even as I studied him sitting still there on the couch, he seemed to be almost vibrating energy. "Hey Doc," he said. It was his standard introduction. "Good morning, Ian," I said. "How are you doing today?" That was my standard introduction with all my patients. "Not bad. Not bad at all." His hand brushed against his groin, and stayed there a second too long. When it returned to his side, his penis was clearly stretching out the thin fabric. I wondered if my own shaft was as prominent from where I was sitting. "That's good," I said. "Week go well?" Ian nodded in agreement. His torso flexed, and I saw his nipples outlined in his tank top. "Yeah," Ian said. "It went really well." "And you had a job over the weekend?" "Yeah," he smiled, thinking back. "Went well. Paid well too." He paused for a moment. He looked down. "But." "Yeah?" I asked. "At the end. The producer. He pulled me aside." There was another silence from Ian. I waited. Patients hated silence; Ian would fill it up soon enough. "He asked if I wanted to make serious money. Like thousands of dollars." "How much do you normally get paid?" "Five hundred a scene. But he offered me ten times that." "What's the catch," I asked. There was always a catch. I focused on my breathing for a second, preparing myself for having to call the police after this session. It had happened before, and it would ruin the weekend. "Bareback," he said. I was a bit surprised; I hadn't realized that there were any videos still being made with rubbers. I had stopped using them over a decade ago, and I couldn't remember the last time a guy asked me for one. "I mean. I've always been about safer sex in my movies." Although we had talked about his sex life, I had always assumed that he went raw. "Always safer sex?" I asked. It was so unimaginable to me that Ian had never had the pleasure of ejaculating unencumbered by a rubber. Or had felt the warmth of another man breeding him. "Well. Especially on screen. Where people can see it." "But?" I asked. "Always? All the time?" He had done crystal several times before. No one partied and used rubbers. It just wasn't done. "Well. Not always. Sometimes. Sometimes it's hard to remember. You know. When you're in the zone." "So, you have barebacked before." I wasn't going to let him off easy. "Yeah," he finally admitted. He looked down; I followed his torso down. His cock had grown even harder. I could see the shaft pressed against his shorts. "But only clean guys," he said. "You know." I nodded. He looked away; he realized just what he had said. I was going to save it, use it later when it would do the most good. "Did you like it," I asked. He smiled, knowing he had been spared an awkward combination. "Yeah," he said. He reached for his crotch again, this time intentionally trying to adjust his dick. He didn't succeed; I could see the tip of his erection snaking down the leg of his gym shorts. "Yeah, I did." He adjusted himself again. "A lot, actually." "I can tell." I was going to call out his erection. It was getting increasingly hard to ignore. I shifted slightly; I had the advantage of a jock strap and pants to keep my monster in check. "The idea. It turns you on?" "Yeah," he said. He shifted, but it did no good. "But, you know, you gotta be careful." I nodded again. Another one of those tells. His dickhead was sticking out of his shorts, the tip glistening with pre-cum. The boy was curiously detached from it, like he wasn't even aware how much was on display. "Yeah. You've said 'careful' and 'clean' about barebacking" I said. "What does 'clean' mean to you?" "You know?" he said, looking me in the eye, but not realizing how little that answer meant. I shook my head in response. I wanted him to articulate his fears. Only by putting them out there, for us to discuss dispassionately, would he understand if they were real, or just barriers he had put up for himself. "I'm not sure if I understand," I finally said. "You know. No drugs. Healthy," he said. He looked to me for a response, but I was quiet. It was his job to talk. It was mine to listen, understand, and diagnose. "Like, well, no diseases," he stammered. "or anything like that." I smiled. He relaxed. "I think I understand." I paused for a moment. My dick was throbbing. I was desperate for relief; if Ian didn't provide it, at least there would be some unfortunate bottom at the party later. Ian licked his lips, then licked them again. I realized where his curious energy had been coming from. He was tweaking. I smiled again; Ian smiled as well, unaware of the power I now held over him. "But, you've used drugs before, haven't you?" "Yeah," Ian said. He looked down, yet still managed not to notice his dickhead sticking out of his shorts. He was pretty far gone already. "Yeah, I have." "When was the last time you used drugs?" I asked. I wondered if he was going to tell me the truth. "Um," he said, and then paused. He looked down, and suddenly noticed how hard his cock had gotten. "Oh fuck," he grunted, as he quickly crossed his legs to shield me from the view. "I'm sorry. I didn't notice." "Oh, it's been fine," I said. I shifted in my chair, just enough to reveal my own hard-on. The boy's eyes immediately darted down, staring at my crotch, before I shifted again, hiding it. Just the few quick seconds was enough to activate Ian. "But you haven't answered my question. When did you last smoke some tina?" I stared him in the eyes, daring him to look down. "Um," he said. He broke contact with me, and looked down. He wasn't daring a look at my crotch; he was staring at his feet. "Well," he stammered again. "Go ahead," I said. "Well. I smoked a little in the parking lot before I came in here. Not much. Just a little." If he had to tell me that he hadn't smoked much three times, I was pretty sure he had smoked a lot. I remained silent. I wanted to see how he thought I would react. "I don't know why. I just needed a bit of a release." "No," I said, smiling, and leaning forward slightly. "I understand. And it helps me to know where you are. Did you use in Palm Springs?" I reached beside my chair and unzipped my backpack. He looked down, unable to meet my eyes. "Yeah," he finally said, mumbling. "What did you say?" I asked. Again, he was going to own his actions and beliefs. "Yeah, I partied in Palm Springs. I was the bottom for five guys. It made it easier." I thought it would have been a lot easier if he hadn't used rubbers, but didn't say anything yet. "And you smoked this morning?" I asked. "Why?" "I don't know," Ian answered. I remained silent. It was barely five seconds before he spoke again. "Maybe. Maybe to make it easier to talk about some things." "What kind of things?" I asked. I reached into my backpack and pulled out the case that held my torch and pipe. I had carefully filled it earlier, so there would be plenty for both of us. "Really, the bareback thing." He looked back up at me. He stared at first, then his eyes darted back and forth between my two hands. I was holding the pipe in one hand, the torch in the other. His eyes were growing wide with disbelief. "I think maybe I should join you, in the clouds, as it were." I said. "Yeah," he said, laughing. The laugh reminded me how young he was; maybe barely mid-twenties, he hadn't yet seen enough pain or trouble in the world to change his laugh. "Yeah. You should." "Come here," I said, pointing to a space on the ground just a few feet from me. "I want to share this with you." "What?" he asked, but it was too late. I had stuck the pipe in my mouth, and was already heating up the bowl. I had done the slightest hit that morning, when I had loaded up the pipe. It was just enough to remind me how good getting spun was. It was also just enough to remind me how pure the crystal was. I had expected it would have been several more hours before I could get spun. I hadn't expected this turn of events, but I was going to run with it. I inhaled a nice hit from the pipe and the thick clouds filled my lungs. I pointed to the ground in front of me. I exhaled a big cloud. It took a second to drift away enough that I could even see Ian. "I'd hate to waste the next hit as well," I said. "Come here, Ian." I put a bit more emphasis in his name, hoping he heard the subtle change from suggestion to command. He stood up and paused for a moment. I kept my eyes glued on him, watching the struggle. "We can both do well to lose some inhibitions, don't you think," I asked him. "Yeah," he said, and took another few steps towards me. "It's easy to talk to you today." "It has been," I said. "You think that's the crystal you did? Or something else?" "I don't know," Ian replied. He was standing in front of me, right where I wanted him. "But," he started, before stopping. He was scared of the options in front of him. If he knelt down, he would get spun, and he didn't quite know just how far he would go. "You don't have to. We can just say we've reached the limit of how I can help you," I said. That set up the alternative in high contrast. It wasn't that he would go too far. It was that he wouldn't go anywhere. For a young man, still hungry for the world, the decision was easy. He knelt down right in front of where I was sitting. His face was at the same level as my face. It would be easy to push him down to my crotch. "I'm nervous. But I think this is the right thing." "I think so too," I said, as I held the torch under the glass pipe. "Any time you want, just say the word, and we can stop." "What's the word," he asked. It was clearly not the first time he had been told a safe word. "Taxi," I said. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and inhaled. The crystal had been warm, so it melted quickly. Even the tiny bit escaping from the top of the bowl was a thick cloud. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the strange and familiar feelings of the cloud filling my lungs. "Taxi," Ian repeated. "I hope I don't need one." I let the torch go out, but I still took a few more puffs from the cooling pipe before also putting it down. "May I?" he asked. I nodded, and he leaned in. Our lips met; his lips were soft and warm. I immediately wondered what they would feel like if they were wrapped around my dick. I exhaled into him, forcing the thick plume to fill his lungs. He inhaled right on cue, and none of the potent plume escaped. As his lungs filled up with the tina, he relaxed a bit. His body was no longer tense, and then, in a moment of hedonistic adventure, he let his tongue brush against my lips. I immediately responded by running the tip of my tongue against his. He didn't pull away, instead, he brushed his tongue against mine, drawing me into his mouth. Right then, his lungs filled up, and he had to pull away. I exhaled the rest of the cloud, a thick masterpiece that was already making it difficult for me to think clearly. "You ok," I asked. He nodded, then exhaled his hit. It was a dense white cloud that slowly drifted down to the floor. "Yeah," he said. "That was intense. Good. But intense." "You want more?" I asked, motioning towards the still-smoking pipe I held in one hand. "I'm going to do another hit." "You think I should?" he asked. "You get spun during the week? Or was the last time in Palm Springs." "I was so high there. I didn't come down until I got back. So nothing. Until now." "And you were high during filming last weekend?" I wasn't sure if I bought his comment that he had never barebacked on camera. Not that there were any cameras in my office. Or, maybe better, no cameras today. I put the torch under the bowl, and waited for the familiar pings of crystal melting. "Yeah," he said. "I was pretty much bottom the entire weekend. So, it didn't matter than much." The bowl was now smoking, so I took the stem in my mouth. I inhaled deeply, feeling that perfect first draw fill my lungs. "Fuck, that looks good," he said. I nodded in agreement, and then I closed my eyes, to enjoy better the rush of pleasure sweeping my body. Several deep puffs later, my lungs were filled. "Come," I said, motioning for him to take my hit again. His lips were just as soft as before, but maybe a bit warmer and a bit more welcoming. Almost as soon as I began to exhale, he pressed his tongue into my mouth. I pushed back; the provocation was more than enough consent for me. I was free to enjoy him until he uttered the safe word. There was just one last disclosure I had to deal with. But it wasn't quite yet the time to do it. As I forced the clouds of crystal into his lungs, we continued to kiss. We hadn't yet given each other permission to touch bodies, so it was a surprisingly chaste kiss given the circumstances of exchanging a mind-altering drug. But it was an intimacy we had never shared before. I wondered how many hits he had done in the parking lot, to get him spun up and worked up about barebacking. There was still plenty of time to explore exactly what had driven him to this point. But for now, it was enough for us to tongue-duel, swap spit, and exchange clouds. "Fuck," Ian finally said, as I broke off our extended shotgun-kiss pleasure. We both exhaled the thick cloud in each other's faces, blocking our view for a second. We both leaned in and kissed each other again. I reached out, wrapped my arm around the young man, and pulled him against my body. He had already been hitting he pipe hard. His body was hot against me, to the point that I could feel his warmth even through the two layers of fabric. With my free hand, I reached down and stroked his cock. He was still rock-hard, his dick straining against the thin fabric of his gym shorts. "It's a pretty impressive piece of tackle you're bringing. What's the event?" "Damn, that feels good," he moaned as I stroked his cock some more. "Yeah?" I asked. I continued to stroke his dick. His cock wasn't massive; probably about 7.5" long, with a decent heft to it. His erection was the painful hardness of youth; even before I started stroking it felt more like a steel rod than a cock. My attention only turned it to diamond. "What got you so aroused?" I continued. "Fuck," Ian moaned. I stopped stroking his cock. I wanted an answer to my question which meant that I had to remove some of the distractions. "Fuck. Just everything. Thinking about last weekend. Thinking about sex. Thinking about getting spun. Thinking about barebacking." "Well. You like barebacking, right?" Ian nodded. His body shook, just enough for his dick to rub against my hand. "What do you like about it?" "I've only done it a few times. But the connection. Feeling a man inside me, so close to me. Or once, being inside him. Knowing he accepted every part of me." "Do you talk about it with your partners?" I asked. "No," he said. "It's always just happened." He looked away from me. "I mean. We're usually partying. And one thing leads to another." "Of course," I said. "And then his cock ends up inside me. And he's breeding me." He started to blush. "Damn. I can't believe I'm talking about this. About partying and barebacking. I mean, with you." "Why is that?" I asked. "Well," Ian said. He looked down and his face turned even redder. "I mean. You're hot. That beard. With the bit of grey. Hairy chest?" he asked, finally looking back at me. I nodded, and unbuttoned my shirt. I hadn't bothered with an undershirt today, and the thick pelt over my chest readily emerged as I opened up my shirt. I spent enough time at the gym for it show, and Ian clearly appreciated it. "Damn," Ian said. "That's..." His eyes darted up and down, left and right, not sure quite where to focus. I was really feeling the tina; inhibitions were being lifted from me. No longer was I a therapist, nor was Ian my patient any more. Instead, I was a man, confident, horny, and demanding. I threw caution to the wind, and unbuckled my belt. Ian watched, mouth open. I undid my fly. I had on the jockstrap, but my erection was already straining against my erection. "Fuuuuck," he finally said. "Yeah?" I asked. "You like to bareback with clean guys, don't you?" He nodded. "'Healthy,' I think you said." He also licked his lips. If the tina was hitting me, it was walloping him. He was practically vibrating now, he was so spun up. Plus, he was hungry. He needed sex. "Yeah," he said, his eyes still darting from my eyes to my beard to my chest to my dick, and then back again. "What about me?" I asked. "Do I pass your bar." "Damn." He reached out and put his hand on my chest. He ran his fingers through my chest hair, over my stomach, and grazed over my dick. "Fuuuuck," he said, as he realized just how thick my shaft was. "You're fucking hot," he said, his hand noticeably resting on my dick. "Have you ever played around with a poz guy before?" I asked. He looked at me a bit uncertainly. "I mean, you know. Someone you knew was infected." "No," he said. It was such a simple word, and it cut off so many possibilities. But yet, what he said, and what he did were two very different things. His subconscious left little doubt at his feelings: his already spun-out pupils grew even wider, and his hand, formerly just resting on my dick, now started to rub it. "I mean, at least not that I know of." "Do you want to?" "I dunno. I mean. Isn't it...um, well, dangerous?" "It really depends. It depends on who you are playing with. If they are undetectable, then, it's safe. But some guys have a high viral load. They can be pretty dangerous. It also depends on what you're doing. Anal is the least safe. And of course, making out is absolutely safe." "What about sucking dick?" he asked. "With an undetectable guy," I said. "It's totally safe." This step, the normalization of risk and deviance, was an important one. I wanted to lower Ian's defenses and re-set his personal risk levels. "Go all the way. It's safe." He smiled. "Even if I swallow his load?" "Even swallowing cum. It's safe." I paused. Ian licked his lips again, but didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, he broke down and spoke. "Can I have another hit from the pipe?" he asked. I smiled. He needed a bit more encouragement, and I was eager to provide it. Besides, I wanted another hit from the pipe. "Of course," I said. "But, we're going to share it." I grabbed the pipe and torch from the table. I lit the torch and started to heat the bowl. It was still pretty full. I hated trying to re-fill a pipe when I was high. "Good. I want to share this with you." There was a hint of submission in Ian's voice; radically different from the cocky young man I normally encountered. Ian had his hands still wrapped around my dick, so he felt it twitch and stiffen at the thought. "Damn," Ian muttered, squeezing my dick. "Take off your shorts for me," I said. Ian hesitated. "I want to see you naked," I said, emphasizing that this was not a polite request but a firm order. He stood up, slowly, and pushed down his gym shorts, just to the point where his dick would break free. He looked at me, knowing exactly what he wanted to do, but needing one more nudge to convince him. "Go on," I said. "You're a really hot boy." He blushed, and pushed his gym shorts down. His cock sprung free, a bit of pre-cum already at the tip. I stuck the pipe in my mouth, and as Ian stepped out of his shorts, I sucked down the thick white clouds. He bent over for a second, just long enough for him to flash me a glimpse of his ass. I could tell he had shaven it for the porn shoot; it was smooth and perfect. I wanted to stick everything up there: my fingers, my tongue, my dick, maybe my fist. But all that would come later. Today, it was about breaking down the primary defenses. After that, it would all be easy. I motioned for him to join me in the hit. He quickly pulled off his tank-top, and fell back down to his knees. His chest was mostly smooth, but I could see where the hair had been shaven off, hiding his Mediterranean heritage. The last outposts of his masculine fur were his thick pubes, his hairy legs, and the stubble on his face. I sucked down the last bit from the pipe, then set it aside. Ian was clearly no stranger to shotgunning, because our lips met precisely. I exhaled, he inhaled, and together, we spun each other up. I can't remember when we stopped exchanging the clouds, and started just making out. But it was after we had started grabbing on each other's dicks. Several minutes later, Ian finally broke off the kiss. "Dr. Weston," he said. "I think you can call me Ben from now on," I interrupted. "We're holding each other's dicks in our hands." "Ben," he started. "Are you, um," he started, and then mumbled a bit. I leaned in to try to hear him better. "I mean. Are you poz?" "Yeah," I said. "I'm poz."

Part 86 - The Cummy Hole Bruce held Joe’s hands down on the bed as his cock hammered the muscled ass. Joe was pinned face down, his legs spread wide as Bruce fucked him. Bruce growled and shook as his cock shot spurt after spurt of cum into Joe’s hole. He gave a few more slams saying “Take that neg seed you fuckin’ poz slut.” He fell down on top of Joe’s sweaty back and rested a moment before rolling off on to the bed. After he recovered he looked over at Joe and asked “If you’re such a sleazy cumwhore, how come every time I fuck you your ass is sparkling clean? Don’t you usually walk around with some dude’s cum in you?” Joe chuckled “Nah, I’m not always loaded with cum. Besides, most guys that hire me want a freshly cleaned hole, so it’s habit I guess.” “Next time, I want that hole swimming with cum. Not just one guy’s load either, ok?” Bruce said. “Sure, you’re the customer. But… it’s gonna cost extra” Joe said. Bruce sighed. “Yeah, OK.” “I gotta find some guys right before our meeting and get take some loads. I suppose I could just save up some of my seed and pump it in, but fresh cum is always better, right?” Joe said with a wicked grin. “Yeah, it is. Besides, fuckin you right after a couple other guys would be damn hot” Bruce replied. Joe figured it would be like usual, Bruce would call him the next time he was in town on business in a couple weeks or a month and he could set it up. “OK, let me know next time you’re in town. Just give me a day or two notice” Joe said. This had been a good fuck, but he wasn’t really happy leaving Chicago early Monday morning to get back to meet Bruce that night. The money, though, would make up for some of the leather purchases he made during the fuck fest in the windy city. “How about tomorrow night? I got meetings until six. Maybe meet at eight?” Bruce asked. Joe grabbed his phone and popped up the calendar. “Uh, how about nine. I have a school thing tomorrow afternoon and then I’ll need to collect those loads. I can guarantee one but I should be able to get a few more” Joe suggested. “That works and I'd prefer more than one” Bruce replied. Joe got dressed and collected his stuff and said “I guess I’ll see ya tomorrow.” He headed home and found Kyle studying. “How was the gig?” Kyle asked. “Good, but it got really interesting at the end. I’m gonna need some help tomorrow” Joe replied. Kyle looked back at Joe and said “Uh, I told you. No more escorting jobs for me. I just feel weird about doing it.” “Nah, you get to fuck me before I go. He wants a cum loaded hole. So save your seed until tomorrow night” answered Joe. “God, I love it when you’re slutty. Only one load?” Kyle asked while rubbing his crotch. Joe laughed and said “I’m gonna try and get three or four. I'll send out a few messages and see who I can find as donors.” He picked up his regular phone off the table and sent some texts out. One by one he got answers and had four guys that would fill him with their charged cum. Kyle looked up over his laptop and asked “Does this guy guy know what he’s gonna be sticking his dick into?” “Well, he seems to get off on fucking my poz ass and gets pretty verbal about it. He thinks its demeaning to me but it’s just the opposite. Anyway, he should expect that the cum in my ass is gonna be poz too” Joe said. The following day, Joe got back from classes and cleaned up. The knock on the door at eight PM was just on schedule. Joe opened the door and gave Aaron a hug. “Thanks for helping me out, dude” Joe said before he looked around the living room and asked “Ready?” to Kyle and Steven. The three guys followed Joe back to the bedroom, stripping along the way. “Just getting three loads, Joe?” asked Aaron. “Dennis had to work, so I’m stopping over at the hotel and getting one from him before I meet the client” Joe said with a grin. Joe was wearing a red jockstrap and socks and kneeled on the edge of the bed, his bare ass hanging over. “Who’s first?” he asked. The three guys looked at each other and finally Kyle pushed Aaron towards Joe. Aaron pushed his sweat pants off and kneeled down, licking Joe’s hole and then tongue fucking it. He spit on his hand and stroked his already rigid cock. He was eager to fuck Joe since he had been Nick’s bitch for the past few weeks and his cock hand been neglected. He stood up and spit once more on Joe’s hole before pushing the head of his cock inside. Both Joe and Aaron moaned as Aaron plowed his cock in deeper. Aaron would have liked to fuck Joe for a long time but he also badly needed to shoot five days worth of cum. Aaron plowed for several minutes until Joe started to milk Aaron’s cock. Aaron fucked harder and then grabbed Joe’s hips, slammed in and then yelled out as his cock flooded Joe’s pussy. He slowly pulled his still hard cock out of Joe and stuffed his finger in all the way, feeling the warm jizz coat his finger. He took his finger out and gave it a quick lick before feeding it to Joe. Steven looked at Kyle and winked before pushing Aaron out of the way. With one firm shove, he was in balls deep. Steven let out a loud sigh as he felt Joe’s warm, slick chute wrapped tightly around his cock. He didn’t want to fuck too long since he wanted to make sure Joe kept as much poisonous cum in his ass when he went to the client. He gave long, slow strokes and started to speed up. He kept pumping into Joe for few minutes and then Kyle moved in behind him. Kyle started to work his fingers over Steven’s nips and watched his ass start to clench with each pinch. Kyle’s cock was riding up and down Steven’s ass crack as Steven fucked, leaking precum all over Steven’s ass. He reached around and twisted both of Steven’s nips at the same time and got exactly what he wanted. Steven thrust his cock in and pumped more toxins into Joe’s greedy hole. With the last drops deposited, Steven moved back pushing Kyle out of the way. Kyle bent over and licked Joe’s hole, tasting the cum mixture. He stood up and rubbed his pierced cock over Joe’s hole and then pushed in a few inches. It was a shallow fuck, with barely more than the tip getting inside but the friction on his head and the tugging on the piercing got Kyle worked up. Kyle fucked a little harder and went a little deeper, but only a third of his cock penetrating his partner was enough to get his balls readying their payload. When he felt the first pulse, he froze and let each shot pump into Joe’s cumhole. He leaned over Joe and kissed the back of his neck before reaching for the butt plug. Kyle pulled out slowly, forcing as much cum back inside as he could and then inserted the stainless steel plug into Joe’s recharged ass. “There ya go, bud. Almost full” Kyle said to Joe. “Thanks, guys. Saturday dinner is on me” Joe said as he put his jeans on and pulled a tee shirt over his head. Aaron followed Joe out the door and headed back to his apartment as Joe drove over to meet Dennis. Joe walked into the hotel manager’s office and said “Ready?” “Yeah, it’s gotta be quick. I need to do rounds in a few minutes” Dennis replied. He closed the door to the office and when he turned around, Joe already had his jeans off and was bent over the desk. Dennis chuckled and opened his pants and let them drop to his knees. He saw the plug in Joe’s ass and gave it a tug. He looked it over and gave a few licks before handing it to Joe. “Suck on that” he said, chuckling. Dennis’s cock was already hard and he spit on it and gave a couple strokes before resting the tip on Joe’s hole. Joe braced himself and Dennis slid his cock into the cummy hole. Deep inside Joe, he paused a moment to enjoy the feeling. Dennis knew he couldn’t pound Joe like normal since much of the cum inside of Joe would get forced out. He rode Joe’s ass with an almost gentle motion. While Dennis was hard and was enjoying the fuck, he knew he wasn’t going to cum like this very quickly. Dennis started pulling almost all the way out to get some friction over his glans and this seemed to work better and soon his balls started to tighten. He started to drill faster and the cum started to flow. Dennis let out a loud moan that he tried to stifle in case anyone was at the hotel’s front desk. His cock still in Joe’s ass, he reached around and took the plug out of Joe’s mouth and swapped his cock for the plug. Joe turned around and dropped to his knees, cleaning the end of Dennis’s cock of any cum he could find. Joe stood and pulled his jeans up while Dennis did the same with his pants. “Thanks, I appreciate it. Don’t forget dinner on Saturday” Joe said as he opened the office door. The two went out into the lobby and Joe headed over to Bruce’s hotel. Joe looked at his phone and saw he timed everything just about right. He had 10 minutes to get to Bruce’s room. He knocked on the door two minutes early and Bruce opened the door dressed only in a pair of boxers. “Prompt as usual. You got what I asked for?” Bruce asked. “Four loads in the last hour. I hope you like it sloppy” Joe said and grinned. “Fuck yeah! Get over to the bed you poz slut” Bruce commanded. Joe pushed off his shoes and dropped his jeans by the door. He climbed on the bed and Bruce pushed him down on his stomach. Bruce spread Joe’s legs and leaned in, looking at Joe’s hole. There was a bit of sweat and cum still inside his crack and Bruce spotted the plug right away. “Holding all that seed inside you, huh?” Bruce asked. Joe replied “Oh yeah” and wondered if Bruce really knew or cared how toxic the pool of cum inside him was. Bruce gave the plug a yank and Joe groaned as the plug squeezed its way out. Bruce looked the steel plug over and then rubbed it over Joe’s lips and pushed it into his mouth. Joe sucked it the rest of the way in and felt Bruce start to lick his cummy hole. Joe’s body shivered with Bruce eating his hole and then tongue fucking it. After a few minutes of eating Joe’s ass, Bruce stood up and stroked his dick. Feeling empty, Joe spun around and sucked on Bruce’s stiff cock. He could taste the precum already start to drip from Bruce’s dick and sucked hard on the cockhead trying to get more. Slowly he swallowed the whole shaft and had his nose surrounded by pubic hair. Joe flexed his throat a few times and pulled back, lightly grazing his teeth across Bruce’s meaty shaft. He heard Bruce moan so he decided to do it again. The moan was louder that time, so he sunk back down and then scraped his teeth along the shaft a little harder. “Oh my god, that is wild” Bruce said. Joe chuckled to himself and did it two more times. He looked up and Bruce had his eyes closed and kept moaning. Joe slurped his way back down and clamped his throat around the tip of Bruce’s cock before he then slowly pulled all the way off, his teeth scraping even harder this time and continuing over the head. Bruce’s moan had become a groan and he knew Bruce wouldn’t let him do this again. He looked down and saw a few red marks on Bruce’s cock and a red line down the top of the head. Joe turned around again and wiggled his ass and felt Bruce slide a finger inside. “No need for lube” Bruce said before Joe could feel him move closer. Joe felt the cock at his hole and he pushed back about the same time Bruce pushed forward. All six and a half inches of thick, cut cock was planted inside his hole, bathed in a mix of four guy's charged cum. Bruce laid on Joe’s back and stayed there few minutes. “God, this feels even better than I thought it would” Bruce said. Slowly he started rocking his hips and they could hear the cum get churned inside Joe’s ass. Bruce built up both speed and length of each stroke until he was standing on his feet, crouched down and pounding Joe’s hole. This fuck had more energy than Joe had remembered any he had gotten from Bruce. He loved a sloppy fuck and apparently Bruce did too. Bruce pulled out and watched some cum drip down Joe’s balls and then slammed back in and kept drilling. Joe began squeezing Bruce’s cock with his ass muscles and that was all that Bruce needed. He drove in deep and fell onto Joe’s back, forcing them down on the bed. Joe could feel Bruce’s body squirm and buck as he shot his load deep into Joe’s guts. Joe gripped the shaft hard, trying to keep all of the cum inside. Bruce laid there on top of Joe for a few minutes and then pulled out and rolled over on the bed. Joe turned and started to suck on Bruce’s softening cock, licking all of the cum off of it. Bruce squirmed a bit, obviously feeling some discomfort from Joe’s spit on the scraped, raw cock. Once the cock was licked clean, Joe moved to Bruce’s balls and sucked on them. When Joe tried to move a little lower towards Bruce’s ass, Bruce pushed him off “No one goes there, Dave” Bruce said sternly. Joe went back and started stroking and licking Bruce’s cock and soon it started to respond. Once it was fully hard, Joe crawled up Bruce’s body before sliding his hole back over Bruce’s dick. There was a whimper from Bruce as once again his cock was all the way inside Joe’s fuck chute. Joe ground his butt against Bruce’s hips and then started to ride him. He was careful not to pull up too high and let Bruce’s cock slip out of him, since he knew in this position he would lose a lot of cum. Joe played with Bruce’s nips as he bounced on his cock. Joe rode Bruce’s cock for almost ten minutes until Bruce’s moaning got louder and suddenly Bruce reached up and pulled Joe down hard on his cock. Bruce bucked up once and then his cock started to throb. The spurts of cum pumped in and mixed with all of the seed already inside Joe. Joe tried to squeeze Bruce’s shaft, but his muscles were tired and he only gave a light massage to it. Joe looked down and watched Bruce’s chest heave a few more times as he came down from the orgasmic rush. When Bruce opened his eyes, Joe asked “Is that what you were looking for?” Bruce nodded as Joe reached over for the butt plug. He rolled off and put it back in before laying back and resting a moment. “Thanks, that really was hot” Bruce said a few minutes later. “Glad you liked it” Joe said as he got off the bed and reached for his jeans. He slid them back on and pulled the t-shirt over his head and smiled back at Bruce. “See you again sometime?” Joe asked. “Oh yeah” Bruce replied. Joe walked over and grabbed his envelope and walked out the door.

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

Great story so far! Can't wait to read the ending!

anything where I don't get at least one guys load dumped in my fuckholes. I don't care if he's good or if he only lasts 30 seconds. all I care about is getting used and taking loads

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.

FYI: This will be the last part until I get unpacked on the other end of the move ----------- Part 85 - Eight Ball, Side Pocket Joe, Kyle, Chad and Jaime met up with Ken and Raphi and wandered around the show’s market for a while. Joe bought a few leather pieces and dropped them off in the room before the group headed back to Boystown to look around. They walked into one bar that was rather dark. Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing and turned to look at them, the grizzled older faces either rolling their eyes or licking their lips. “Sorry, guys. We have a dress code - no leather, no entry” the bartender said. They turned to leave and Joe heard a familiar voice say “They can stay, Jerry. I know one of ‘em is a good fuck.” Joe stopped and slowly turned back to see Larry walking closer. He had a leather bulldog harness stretched over his hairy barrel chest, a leather jockstrap that was barely containing his cock and balls and a pair of red leather boots. As Larry approached, he grabbed Joe’s tee shirt and pulled him in close. “You let me waste a good load in your already pozzed ass. You owe me one. Any of your buds not already knocked up?” Joe smiled, looking back at Larry, smelling the mixture of beer and cigars on his breath. “Well, two of em were neg last week but they’ve been getting bred all weekend. They probably wouldn’t mind a booster shot if anyone wants to help them out” Joe said quietly. Larry gave a big grin and said “I think we can do that…” “How about your buds, Larry? Anyone looking for some new seed to help charge them up? The rest of us are pretty potent” Joe said with an evil laugh. The other guys had been trying to hear what Joe and the big guy were saying but only caught a few words. Larry turned around and then curled his finger in the air, motioning the guys to follow him. They walked through the bar and Larry pointed at one guy and yelled out “Raymond, bring your boy.” They got into the back room and saw it had a pool table in the center and stools lining the walls. Joe put his arms around Ken and Chad as they walked back and said “Its your lucky day” before he pushed them to the side of the pool table. Following Joe’s group was a guy in his late sixties wearing a leather vest, jock and chaps who was pushing a chubby, naked, hairless guy with a heavy chain with a lock around his neck. He looked to be in his thirties and was shaved from head to toe, his cock locked in a cage and the words “CUMDUMP” written in marker above his ass. He had a funk about him and Joe assumed he had taken his share of piss and cum and hadn’t been allowed to shower all weekend. The naked guy was positioned across from Ken and Chad. Raymond pushed him over the table, kicking his legs wider and said “What do you want boy?” “More cum?” the naked guy asked tentatively. Whack! A hand slapped his ass hard, leaving a dark red handprint on the soft skin. “Try again” “Wwwwhhat ever you want, Sir” the naked guy said trembling. “Much better” Raymond said. Larry stood at the head of the table, watching more of his buddies filter into the back room before looking over at Joe’s group and said “This boy wanted a master for the weekend to show him the darker side. Too bad he didn’t know what a sadistic fuck Raymond here is. You boys have fun with him.” Larry walked over behind Ken and Chad and whispered “Hope you two are as good a fuck as your friend.” He reached down and unbuttoned Ken’s cargo shorts and let them fall to the floor, finding just a bare ass. “Mmm, commando. You’re ready to fuck. Good” he said as he pulled his cock out of the jock and rubbed it along Ken’s crack. Larry plunged in, not giving Ken any warning. Joe walked up behind Raymond’s sub and pulled his hefty ass apart. Spitting above his hole, he watched the saliva run down to the puffy, abused hole. Joe’s cock laid there, below the hole, damming up the spit as his cock leaked precum into the puddle. He looked over the guy’s back and saw several long welts criss-crossing his back. “If Larry didn’t already do it, then we’re gonna make sure” Joe said as he shoved his cock in. The guy whimpered and tensed up for a second before he relaxed and accepted his fate. “This little slut has already been bred” Larry said as he started to drill into Ken’s hole. “Mmhmm. I prelubed him for you” Raphi said with a smile, while he stroked his cock on the other side of the pool table. Joe looked over at Raphi and smiled at him, noticing a new sense of confidence from him. Kyle noticed that no one was approaching Chad. He guessed that all of Larry’s buddies knew that they had to give Larry first shot at any new hole before they dared touch the guy. Chad dropped his shorts and stood there watching both Ken and the chubby guy get fucked. His hole was twitching, hoping to feel a bare cock inside him soon. Joe was pounding into the sub’s hole, bouncing his body off the soft butt and trying to get his cock in as deep as he could. It had been a while since he had fucked a guy this big, but enjoyed the different sensations. He looked over and Raphi, Jaime and Kyle were all watching him fuck and stroking their cocks while waiting their turn. Ken was grunting as Larry slammed into him. His face was pinned to the stained felt on the pool table by Larry’s stretched out hand. He’d had fantasies of being fucked like this and the reality of it happening had him hard as steel. He worked his hole around Larry’s cock until he heard Larry say “Fuck, boy, you ARE as good as your friend. I gotta try this other hole, though.” Larry pulled out of Ken’s hole and moved over to Chad. He slapped Chad’s ass and then pushed in. “Fuck, you’ve been bred too?” Larry asked. “Yup” Jaime said. Larry was balls deep in only a couple thrusts and begin long dicking Chad right away. He motioned for one of his buds to fuck Ken and the two were pounding their bottoms together, Larry being a lot more forceful than the his buddy. Once Larry started to growl, everyone knew he was about to fill Chad’s cunt with a big toxic load. He thrust in hard and shot a stream of infected seed into Chad’s hole. Joe watched Larry breed Chad and leaned over the sub’s back and started to hammer his pussy. “Ready for another poz load?” Joe said into his ear. “Please don’t poz me, sir” the sub whimpered. “Too fuckin late for that, boy. I’ve been breeding you since Tuesday and few others have added their strains too. Every load you’ve taken had a bug in it” Larry said. Joe shoved in one more time and shot his own toxins into the sub’s quivering hole. After his balls were empty, Joe pulled out and Jaime shoved in. He was already close and it didn’t take long before he was spewing his freshly charged seed into the sub. Larry’s buddy couldn’t wait any longer after hearing everyone around him cum and slammed into Ken a final time and pumped a hot load deep inside. One by one, Larry’s crew all took turns on Ken and Chad. Each one got seven loads of viral cum pumped into them. Joe, Kyle, Jaime and Raphi all took a couple turns on Raymond’s sub, leaving him filled with a new mixture of charged cum soaking into his body. With most of the guys spent and the bottoms dripping seed out of their ravaged holes, they all retreated to the front of the bar and drank for a while. Taking the train back downtown, Joe laughed when they went to get off the train. He looked down at the seats Ken and Chad had been sitting on and saw the sticky layer of goo they left behind. Chad and Jaime showered and picked up their stuff from Joe’s room and headed for the last train back to the burbs. Joe, Kyle, Raphi and Ken partied a bit more in Joe’s room and then they all crashed. The alarm went off in the morning and Joe and Kyle slowly showered and packed. Jaime texted when he pulled up in front of the hotel and they headed back to school for the final few weeks of college.

Chapter 2 When I got back to the Pub at eight the night was dark and the streetlights were on. There was a hum of music coming from the pub but the street was fairly quiet aside from the occasional passing car coming into or out of town. As I walked back down the side alley and through the door I was greeted by the same bunch of stares and smiles as I walked in and up to the bar. A few of the guys from earlier were still there propping up the bar, some looking a little more worse than before. The boss who had interviewed me before was working behind the bar this time, and he greeted me with a big cheer and shouted to all the patrons that I was the new starter tonight. “Be kind and lets break him in gently eh!”. The bar laughed as he lead me into the back. When I walked around the bar to follow him my eyes bulged slightly. Whilst still in the tight dirty white wifebeater, he had now stripped off his shorts and was wearing a tight red BIKE jock strap. Following behind him I could see (and smell) his chunky hairy arse. It was a big size on this tank of a man and was just as hairy as his chest with a thick sightly damp trail right down between cheeks. I was still staring as he turned around and I practically bumped straight into his chest. I apologized quickly as he looked down with his big devilish smile. “Right first let's get you changed,” and without pausing, and finding little resistance in me, for a second time he removed my t-shirt, tossing it onto a nearby beer barrel. “Those too,” he said pointing to my jeans as he watched me nervously peel them down my legs revealing the same jock I had been wearing earlier. “Right, that's a lovely jock, but don't get me wrong: it's a bit too fashion-and-fancy for tonight. So let's get you into this,” he said as he looked around and grabbed a yellow BIKE jock that had been throw on the dirty concrete floor. “This will be perfect for you tonight and should show you off nicely." I turned around and slowly peeled off my jock and placed it on top of my tshirt and pulled the yellow jock up. It was slightly moist and had a few stains in the front. I tried not to think about it as I tucked my dick and balls into the material and adjusted the straps around my arse. “Right lets have a look at you." I was spun round and his big shovel hands cradled my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze. He shook it about a bit and I moaned as I tried not to get aroused, but this was the first action I'd had in months. “Ah, ha. You are a sensitive lad aren't you?” he laughed, giving my hardening cock a playful tap. “Right, leave your clothes there. I'll show you around the place quick." He led me round the back and showed me where the barrels and pumps were, and where the boxes of snacks were. He walked me round the front of the bar where the customers cheered as I was paraded around and shown behind the bar, explaining what beers and ales were on draft, how the till worked and where and how to wash the glasses. Then he asked one of the older patrons to show me around the place while he served some customers. “Follow me lad, I'll show you the best bits,” said the frail looking man as he took my hand with a surprisingly firm grip and walked about. “This is the main area, obviously. This is whats open during the day and sometimes gets pretty busy. It depends who is working and whats on show,” he wheezed a brittle laugh as he kept walking me round. “Down here are the toilets and play rooms. These can get a bit busy in the evenings when they open. Lots of fun can be had in the dark," giving me a knowing wink. I felt uneasy but if he was a regular and clearly the boss liked him and I needed the job. I smiled back and feigned interest asking “What sort of play rooms are down there?” He continued to drag me down the corridor and we turned into a dark room. It smelt of stale piss. I could make out a few pieces of large equipment, such as a large wooden X propped against a wall, one of those old stocks which would mobilize one's head and arms in a specific manner, and a chair covered in leather straps to presumably hold someone in place. “Oh wow, I wasn't expecting anything like this” I said, eyes wide open. “I never would have guessed that a little pub would have stuff like this." “Ha” he wheezed back “Oh this isn't any ordinary pub. That's why a lot of us come down here This bar offers a chance to have some fun and enjoy ourselves. I reckon you'll fit in well, I hope.” With that his old frail hand moved down, and began squeezing my exposed butt. “You are such a smooth boy, aren't you?” he asked as his boney continued to explore between my cheeks, finding my hole in the process. “Erm, sorry this is a little much for me. This is my first night and I don't want to get into trouble,” I said as I tried to excuse myself but already his dry finger had found my hole and was probing its way in. His nails were sharp and brittle. “Ow fuck stop” I said as I tried to jump up but his other arm wrapped tight around my waist and pulled be back onto his finger as it pushed in deeper. “Fuck, please stop,” I whispered as he worked it down to the last knuckle and waggled it inside me. I couldn't figure out why I was whispering. I was essentially being raped by some old man in a pub. I should have be shouting, but then I needed the job and I didn't want any trouble. “Alright boy just give me a quick kiss, eh?" He closed his eyes and leaned in. His old skinny face loomed closer as I saw the dark circles under his eyes and his puckered lips leaning in. His finger still deep in me scratching at my insides. I leaned i n and tried to get away with a little peck but one hand wrapped around my neck as he promptly pulled his dry finger straight out my hole making me shout out in pain. He seized the opportunity and I felt his tongue invade my mouth as he held my head tight in place. I allowed him to tongue me, a man old enough to be my grandfather. There was a cough from the door and my Boss was standing there crossed arms. “You can have as much fun as you want later lad, but right now I need to teach you how to pull a pint, eh,” he chuckled. “Sorry Steve, the boy couldn't keep his hands off me what was I to do?” chuckled the old man as he slunk out and headed back to the bar. My boss, Steve, walked up to me as I tried to figure out what had just happened and how I felt about it. “Listen kid, you are more than welcome to make out with the customers to get some good tips. I ain't gonna kick off about that. Just make sure you keep an eye on the bar as well. This is a business after all." I started to offer some apologies, to explain how he had forced himself on me, but Steve quickly put a finger on my lips, chuckled and commented “Listen, you can say whatever you want, but this seems to be telling me all I need to know, eh?" With that Steve gently squeezed my cock, which was rock hard, although still contained by the jock. I hadn't noticed. Why was that a turn on? What was happening? I wondered. “Now come on let's finish training you the bar,” said Steve as he put a big hairy arm round my shoulders and began walking me back to the bar and the waiting crowd.

@Oldercumslut - It sort of depends on how you represent yourself to the Top when you’re negotiating the hookup - if you’ve let it be known that you’re a cumdump, then it may not be fair to blame the Top for not making the extra effort to spice up the sex a bit. If that’s the case, I’m afraid I have to tend to agree with vhungrybutt, above. But if you’ve approached him on a more equal footing, then yeah, you had a right to expect a little more than what you got. For me, I don’t know that I ever have a boring hookup, but occasionally I get a tiresome hookup - a guy who is just too damn needy, or doesn’t seem to realize he isn’t erect, or wants everlasting sloppy deep-tongue kissing while he fondles my cock, or has a running commentary of random negativity. As to guys who just pump mechanically and go without a grunt or a word, that never bothers me. My purpose is to provide any Man the ass that he wants at that moment. Some moments, he just wants a warm hole to drain into. I can gladly be that for him. He doesn’t have to go to some extra effort to pleasure me back - he doesn’t owe me any consideration for pumping his semen into my body, any more than you owe a mailbox any special treatment when you post a letter.

I am planning to write up more stories following how things have progressed. Please let me know your thoughts and your own confessions. Don't be shy guys. Also, if you are in or visiting the Oxford to Bristol corridor in England, let me know... maybe we could write a story together

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

be careful what you wish for!!!

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.

Kelvin’s Graduation PART THREE – Evolution Kelvin could feel the rivulets of sweat as they ran down into the small of his back. He was panting now as Coach’s hands held Kelvin’s hips in place as each thrust of Coach’s hips buried his cock deeper and deeper into Kevin’s eager hole. “This is what you were made for, Coach’s little fuck toy and cum dump.” Kelvin grunted as Coach’s dick bottomed out against Kelvin’s prostate sending waves of pleasure through his body like electricity. “Get ready boy, it’s time for you to get a load of Coach’s DNA up that breeding hole of yours. Once Coach marks your ass it’ll be his forever. That was the deal boy, remember?” The rhythm of Coach’s pounding increased as Kevin moaned under the onslaught. “Tell me that you want my cum boy, beg for me to mark your ass and make it mine. Tell Coach to take what you already know belongs to him. Give Coach your ass…your body.” “My soul” thought Kelvin but he could hardly speak. Between pumps he managed to grunt, “Yes, your load. Give it.” “What?” asked Coach, “I need you to be clear what you want from me.” Kelvin had never thought he’d be in this position. Never thought he’d be getting fucked on all fours, like some bitch in heat. He never dreamed of losing himself in the sensations of pleasure which now occupied and filled all of his senses. As Coach’s assault on Kelvin’s ass reached fever pitch, Kelvin managed to grunt, “Mark my ass Coach! My ass is yours, it just took me time to realize it. I want your load swimming inside me. Breed me, Coach! Breed my ass!” As the last of the words tumbled out of his mouth Kelvin felt as though a weight was lifted from him and he finally felt free from the burden of being fearful for who and what he was. He could also hear a rumble in Coach’s throat as Coach took in the words. “Here’s Coach’s raw load boy,” yelled Coach Foley, “and now your ass and your whole body are fucking mine!” Coach’s body shook and he let out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a roar and Kelvin could feel Coach’s dick flex and knew that his insides were now getting covered with Coach’s spunk. As Kelvin pictured Coach’s load roiling inside him, he felt his own balls tighten and his dick stiffen against his stomach. A wave of pleasure, like electricity, spread through him and he also roared out in release. Wads of cum sprayed his abdomen before dripping to the wrestling mat below. With each spurt, he could feel his ass tightening and milking Coach’s dick for every last drop. Again and again, Coach pulled back and drilled deep and each time Kelvin could feel Coach’s cock flex inside his ass filling his guts with DNA and marking him as Coach’s fuck toy. His breeding bitch. His cum dump. As Coach slowed his pumping he leaned against Kelvin’s sweaty back with his dick still buried in Kelvin’s now cum-filled ass and placed his mouth near Kelvin’s ear. “Mine now,” he whispered. Kelvin woke in a sweat, soaking his sheets. The room was still dark and Kelvin let out a heavy sigh. “Another fucking dream,” he thought. He didn’t even need to check, his cock was still wrapped in the metal cage as it had been for the last two weeks and was aching as it strained against its confines. Once again he found that even without a hardon, he managed to dump a load of spunk in his sheets. Fuck, third time this week. As he rolled over onto his back he closed his eyes and thought to himself, “How the hell did I get here?” It had been two weeks since Coach has caged him up and two weeks without getting off. Sure he was having these wet dreams and his cum was flowing - but the release, the power behind the orgasm was evading him. He had never been so horny in his entire life. He couldn’t not watch the videos Coach had given him, they were too fucking hot. They were also fucking with him and he could tell it. Gone, or at least diminished, were his fantasies of swallowing Coach’s loads. Now he was dreaming of Coach’s thick cock sliding into his ass and dropping load after load inside. But this wasn’t him. He didn’t want to get fucked. Sure he had some fun experiments after that first time fingering his hole, but his mind screamed against the thought of Coach’s monster busting its way through his hole. Despite the cage and the lack of cumming he still looked forward to his and Coach’s work-outs. He could feel his cock start to swell as the afternoon ticked away and was familiar with that ache which started after lunch as his cock strained against the metal in anticipation. He was now regularly getting two and sometimes three loads out of Coach each day. Coach had praised his increase in skills and was happy with how fast he had taken to both the cage and his role as cum swallower. Sure, he missed the orgasms, but Coach had turned out to be right. What he realized he wanted most were Coach’s praise and his loads. Coach Foley sat in his shorts in his office thinking about Kelvin’s next workout session. It was time to move the line so to speak and see if Kelvin was willing to take another step forward. Coach had been happy with his progress so far. Kelvin never bitched about the cage or not getting to shoot his load. Sometimes he could see the hunger, the need, building behind Kelvin’s eyes but it evaporated quickly with a word of praise and a dose of daddy milk from Coach’s balls. Kelvin was a good choice, a natural boy, eager to take direction. Coach smiled. He’d picked a good one this year. After last year’s disappointment, all that work and no seroconversion, he was gaining confidence that Kelvin would be the next to carry Coach’s viral DNA far and wide. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out another batch of chem piss for the next step. When Kelvin arrived, he stripped down as usual and assumed Position One, as he had been for the last couple of weeks. Coach arrived and handed his regular dose of energy drink and watched as he swallowed it down. Kelvin’s felt his actual workouts had been going well and even after only two weeks his muscle memory had kicked in and he was showing signs of definition. The testosterone probably wasn’t hurting either although Coach was careful with the dosing so that it was enough to help with workouts. Kelvin smiled. Probably also helps keep me horny, although that never really seemed to be a problem. At the end of the last reps, Kevin moved over and assumed Position 2 ready for Coach’s meat and a load of gravy. Coach smiled, saying, “We’re going to try something new today, get over here.” Coach led him over to another piece of gym equipment. “This is a table vault, normally used in gymnastics, but I’ve found other uses for it. I want to lay on your stomach on it. Your head will be at this end and your ass at the other. I can adjust the height so I can just slide my dick into your mouth. Give it a try,” encouraged Coach. It was a bit awkward at first to find the right way to lay on it, but once Kelvin found the sweet spot and once the height was adjusted, Kelvin found that deep throating Coach’s cock was even easier in this new position. It was a bit weird having his ass hanging off the end, but once Coach’s cock was in place, nothing else seemed to matter. Coach was enjoying the view and the blowjob. Kelvin was buried to the bush on Coach’s cock and was using his throat muscles to milk Coach’s head and shaft. That alone would have been enough, but in this position Coach also had a great view of Kelvin’s ass which moved in time with the boy’s swallowing motions. It didn’t take long of watching Kelvin’s perfect furry ass bobbing up and down until Coach lost his first load deep inside Kelvin’s gullet. Now it was time to see about moving that line. As Kevin began to work on Coach’s second load, Coach starting encouraging him and praising his cock sucking skills. “Your mouth and throat make a cock feel good. How about Coach doing something to make you feel good too?” asked Coach. Kelvin could hardly answer, which was fine because Coach didn’t really care to hear one. As Kelvin continued to work his cock Coach leaned over and set his hands on Kelvin’s ass and began to gently rub it. At first, Coach could feel Kelvin’s alarm but as he continued to rub, Kelvin went back to sucking and was actually starting to moan softly. Coach kept up the rubbing and worked his way down toward Kelvin’s crack to get a view of Kelvin’s pink virgin hole. Kelvin continued his work and Coach took that as a sign to try the next step. Removing his hands his wetted a finger in his mouth and reached with the other hand to rub and then separate Kelvin’s cheeks, opening his crack and exposing his hole. Again there was a pause but Kelvin went back to working Coach’s shaft. Coach wet his finger again and carefully placed it along the edge of Kelvin’s hole and began to circle it. At his first touch, Kelvin had frozen in position as the wet finger edged around his tight ass. Slowly Kelvin resumed his work on Coach and his moaning had gotten louder. “Perfect,” thought Coach. “Going just like I planned.” Coach continued to circle Kelvin’s ass occasionally wiping across it which caused Kelvin’s ass to jump slightly but to return back to normal when Coach’s fingers resumed their erotic laps around his hole. Coach could feel Kelvin’s throat working overtime on his cock and he was ready to deliver a second load. Coach carefully covered his finger generously with spit and placed it against Kelvin’s hole. “Time to move that line,” he thought as he released his second load down Kelvin’s throat as he applied gentle pressure to Kelvin’s muscular ring which, after the previous massaging, gave token resistance and before yielding to Coach’s finger which slid easily to the second knuckle. Kelvin moaned as Coach’s dick twitched and its warm load hit his throat but was cut short with a new sensation. Coach, who had been playing with Kelvin’s ass and making it feel quite good, had changed tactics and Kelvin felt his hole give way to Coach’s thick finger. At first panicking, Kelvin focused on getting the Coach’s load down but he could not completely escape the feeling of pleasure that was growing in his ass. There was a feeling of hunger that he had not known existed and it was coming from his ass. The invading finger moved slightly deeper causing increased pressure but also with it, came a wave of pleasure. The pleasure of feeling that fullness in his ass was new to Kelvin, but he embraced it. Coach knew he had won when after pushing deeper he felt Kelvin’s ass relax instead of tightening back up. Coach’s spent cock suddenly surged back to life at the realization that Kelvin has stepped toward the line and was teetering on the edge. Moving slowly and intentionally Coach continued to work his expanding cock down Kelvin’s throat while sliding his finger along the wall of Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin moaned louder but did not retreat on either front. Eventually Coach’s finger located Kelvin’s prostate. “You doing ok, boy?” he asked. Getting only moaning in return he positioned his finger along the prostate and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “Coach is ready to give you your gift for being such a good cocksucker.” Coach Foley applied gentle pressure on Kelvin’s knob and began to rub back and forth across it. He could feel Kelvin’s surprise as wave after wave of pleasure hit his system. His moaning became ragged and his throat muscles loosened slightly as the pleasure in his ass replaced it on center stage. Kelvin heard the Coach’s whisper but didn’t know what it meant. Suddenly his insides were aflame with sensations he did not think possible. His moaning got caught in his throat as Coach’s finger pressed against his insides and waves of pain/pleasure rolled through his ass and balls. There was some discomfort at first but it fell away as pleasure replaced it. Within a minute he was back to working Coach’s now rigid cock with his throat and could feel the shocks within him each time Coach’s finger made a pass. “Good boy,” whispered Coach again in Kelvin’s ear. “Let’s see if we can encourage those balls of yours a little.” Kelvin could feel the pressure from the finger increase and it sent waves rolling through his balls. Suddenly, he felt cum oozing out of his dick in a steady stream. It wasn’t his normal precum, which was always generous, and it wasn’t an orgasm but he could feel it spilling out as the pressure increased inside him. It seemed to go on forever as more and more cum emptied from his trapped, flaccid cock. He couldn’t stop it so he focused on Coach’s cock lodged in his throat. “Doing great boy, I’m definitely getting off on milking cum outta your bloated nuts. Never knew you could dump a load without cumming, eh? Maybe sometime soon we’ll teach you a way to cum with that cage on,” teased Coach. “For now, Coach needs you to swallow his load.” Coach felt Kelvin’s apprehension slip away and smiled. The boy had taken the next step, had crossed the line. He was proud of both his boy and his own skill in getting Kelvin to accept Foley’s role as Coach and Kelvin’s role as boy. With that final thought, Coach’s third load boiled out of his nuts finding its way down Kelvin’s still eager throat. Yes, things were going nicely. After the last spurts of cum Coach Foley pated Kelvin on the head. “Good boy. I knew after watching that porn I gave you, you’d want to see what all the fuss was about get your ass played with. Your caged up cock seemed to like it.” Kelvin was still reeling from how intense the sensations were of Coach rubbing his prostate. Even now, with Coach’s one finger deep inside him and his now softening cock still filling his mouth, Kelvin was feeling good. Kelvin felt Coach’s finger slide slowly out of his ass and once it was gone he managed a low whimper at the now empty feeling that replaced it. Coach smiled to himself after removing his finger. He’d done it slowly and had felt Kelvin tightening his ass muscles as his finger retreated. The boy was trying to hold it in by squeezing tightly – a sign that made Coach re-stiffen. Coach Foley backed away slowly letting his now hard cock retreat slowly from Kelvin’s throat, completely sucked clean of cum as always. Kelvin was a quick learning and he was definitely developing a taste for Coach’s spunk. Coach lowered his head down to Kelvin’s ear and pulled Kelvin’s head closer by his jaw. He whispered, “Best you hit he showers boy. There’s a small mess since you weren’t prepared for the milking.” He felt Kelvin stiffen in fear of having done something wrong. “Not to worry though, tomorrow we’ll teach you how we can avoid that so you can enjoy having your ass played with again.” With that Coach stood up and slapped Kelvin’s ass. “Get going, boy!” Kelvin hopped up like he was told and hit he showers. As he sat under the warm water he reached back and felt his hole. It was still a bit sensitive but the sense of emptiness was still there and the memories of the sensations that had gripped him a few minutes ago were still playing in his mind. He leaned against the shower wall and sighed. Kelvin didn’t know what his latest experience meant for the future, but he did know that he’d do just about anything to feel that way again – and that thought made him nervous.

I'm a bottom and as I get older I thought it would become more and more difficult for me. More so for a bottom than a top (enough younger guys who love an experienced top Daddy?) I know that 10 years ago I thought my sex life would be over 10 years down the road. It isn't to my own surprise. Sure, not as often as in the past but still more than enough to keep me satisfied. Even some younger guys who want my Daddy ass or who want me to suck them off although most are >35. Sure, plenty of younger guys who contact me and then don't show up (maybe they get off on leading on an older guy drooling over their young dick?) but I had some repeats with guys in their 20s, some even a bit younger (18+). Don't 'retire'. Depends on where you live of course. But I had plenty of dick last weekend (oral and anal) from guys in their 20s, 30s and 40s. That doesn't happen every weekend but then again I don't feel like cleaning out every single day as I did when I was younger ;-). Certainly as a top you have plenty of fun years ahead of you.

I hadn't really planned on this, but I thought everyone would enjoy more of Carlos and Darren... ________________________ Chapter 7 “Okay, open up the hangar, the jet in coming in for a landing,” said Carlos in a sing-song voice. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was sitting with him wrapped around me on the bed, and he was trying to get me to eat my bagel. “You gotta eat something, sweetie. You’ll feel better if you do, trust me.” I heaved another sigh and grudgingly opened my mouth and took a bite out of the bagel. The minute the combined smoky taste of the salmon mixed with the slightly tart flavor of the cream cheese and the silky texture hit my tongue, I was ravenous. I chewed and swallowed. “Okay, you win. I’m hungry, I’ll eat.” “Good boy,” he said, and held up the bagel to my mouth. I reached for it, and he snatched it away, holding it above his head out of my reach. “Hey!” I said. “Let me feed you,” he murmured against my ear. “I feel silly.” “Good, you need to relax and let me take care of everything, okay? And I think it’s fun to feed you the way I do my nephews back home.” “Where is home?” I asked after I’d taken another bite of bagel, chewed and swallowed. “Argentina,” he said with a thoroughly authentic accent. “I was born in the USA, so I’m a citizen. My dad’s job brought him here for a year, just before Mom was set to deliver. I ended up living here most of my life, but I go back and visit a lot.” I reached for the orange juice, but he easily pinned my arm to my side, picked it up, and held the straw to my lips. “Suck,” he said, and I could feel his dick jump against me. I took a sip, and then he said “And if you’re a real good boy and finish all your breakfast, then I’ll give you some lechada de semen for dessert.” “Ha-ha,” I said. Carlos nuzzled the side of my neck. “You know Spanish?” “I’ve picked up a word or two growing up, and you used a version of one of them.” “Where are you from?” “New York.” “What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere? New York would be an awesome place to live, and there are so many schools to choose from.” “My parents wanted me to go someplace safer, so they wouldn’t have to worry about me. That worked out really well, didn’t it?” Carlos was silent, and then kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry.” “I’ll enjoy saying ‘I told you so’ to them.” He laughed and gave me a hug. “Okay, gotta finish your juice, your sandwich and all the coffee.” It was comforting to be with Carlos, to have him petting and pampering me. Oh well, if Mike decided he didn’t want me as his “consort” anymore, Carlos would probably be happy to be with me. My eyes stung; it was fortunate that I wasn’t facing Carlos. I liked him, but it just wasn’t the same as it was with Mike. What was I going to do? The situation was insane. Mike had been the one to seduce me, get my guard down and deliver me to that beastly initiation last night. And here I was, pining for him, wishing that he was feeding me breakfast and making bad puns about milk and semen and food. When I’d finished the rest of my breakfast (Carlos insisted on feeding me every bit) he said, “Okay, buen chico, it’s time for dessert.” He shifted so that my back was to him and wrapped his legs around and arms around me, and started planting soft little kisses on the side of my neck. I leaned back into him so that he had better access to the sensitive skin, and shivered and squirmed a little at the gentle, teasing touch of his lips. “You’re fidgeting again,” he whispered, and tightened his hold on me. He was starting to sprout a hard-on – I could feel it against my lower back. “It gets me really hard when you do that, and you make those little noises in your throat.” I twisted around to look at him. “What little noises?” He grinned at me. “Hot, you’re so into it you don’t even realize what you sound like.” He demonstrated some little gasps and moans. “Ugh, how embarrassing,” I said. “It’s cute. Like you.” He kissed my shoulder. “You have the softest skin. And you’re just the right size, you feel so good in my arms, baby. Let me make love to you again. It’ll cheer you up.” I froze. “What makes you think I need cheering up?” “I know you’re upset. It’s a lot to take in all at once.” Underneath the macho posturing and slightly goofy sense of humor, Carlos was a sensitive, perceptive romantic. If I hadn’t met Mike, I would have been thrilled to be with him. “You think too much,” he breathed against my ear. “Stop thinking and just feel…” He turned my head and touched his lips to mine. It was an awkward angle, but it made my heart skip a beat. He eased me back over one of his massive thighs, and soon was on top of me, without having ever broken the kiss. His tongue pushed through my lips, tasting, savoring, then plundering with a suggestive in and out motion. I was aware of the little noises I was making this time in response to his kisses. Soon it started to heat up between us as we kissed more and more deeply, our tongues doing a sensual duel. He broke it off to kiss my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, then worked his way down to my chest and lazily tongued my nipples. The sound I made wasn’t so quiet that time, and he didn’t let up, stoking the fire that burned between us. He kept going down my torso, nuzzled and kissed my dick – a surprise given how dominating he was in our earlier foreplay – and kept going downwards until his lips reached the tender skin between my legs, and his tongue touched my asshole. I moaned loudly, and he was pulling my legs over his shoulders and lapping at the sensitive flesh that had been used so roughly the night before. “I’m going to kiss it all better,” he said, and I snorted with laughter. He finally put me down, straddled my face and put his huge dick against my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage, but could only just accommodate the head. “Don’t try, baby. No one can get my cock in their mouth. My dad and brothers are all the same, big fucking cocks run in my family. Just kiss it like you did before, with that little bit of tongue. That felt awesome, no one else has ever done that.” I immediately complied, kissing the enormous shaft up and down on the front and the sides, flicked my tongue in over his balls, and started to work my way back up. He held my head in place, and said in a low, sexy, growl “Go back the other way. And don’t stop at my balls.” I did as he said, feeling aroused by the way he delivered his order. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. “Keep going, baby.” My head was between his thighs, and I licked him from balls to ass, stopping just short of putting my tongue in the crack just to drive him wild. He tightened his thighs, and moved his butt forward, brushing it over my mouth to press it against my nose. “For being such a tease, you have to sniff my ass again.” I inhaled loudly, and he pressed his butt against my face harder. “You would have had your face in my ass whatever you did,” he said in that same low, sexy commanding voice. “I like to put my ass in my boy’s face because my ass is important when I fuck you. It does all the work of pushing my big, fat polla into your tight, little hole so I can plant my seed deep in you. When I’m fucking you, I want you to have the taste and smell of my butt on your lips and nose, so you can imagine how my ass goes up and down, and how the muscles flex to get it all the way inside of you. Kiss it baby, obey me, show me you love doing what I tell you. And use that little bit of tongue like you did on my dick and balls.” I did exactly as he demanded, and as unimaginable as it might seem my own ass was aching for his penetration, to have everything else erased and obliterated, even if only for a little while. He moved back and blanketed me with his body again, and kissed and licked my lips, and then, playfully, my nose. “Mmm, you taste good, like me. This time on your stomach,” he said and raised himself off of me so I could roll over. As soon as I did, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass crack, and he rubbed against me a little, pinning me down again, lacing his fingers through mine and kissing the back of my neck. “Sweet,” he hissed against my ear. “I love how your ass cheeks press against my dick. And I want to feel them up against the root of my cock while I make love to you.” I could feel the head of his dick probing the sensitive portal to my body, and just that touch made me arch my butt up against him, giving him a better angle to make his entry. He grabbed one of the pillows, and put it under me so I could relax as he pushed in. “Plenty of juice still in there,” he said as he slowly pushed in. “Oh, mi amor, you have an ass like velvet. It’s squeezes so tight, but still sweet. And those pretty little ass cheeks open so nicely for me.” He was now completely inside me; I could feel him pressed close and tight against me. He pushed himself up. “I want to watch my dick go in and out of your hole,” he said, and he began to thrust more deeply. “It looks beautiful, the way you open up and hug me close at the same time.” I pushed back against him, wanting to be as close as possible. And that seemed to galvanize him. He lay back down, twined his fingers through mine and started to fuck me for real; no more slow sweet strokes, just pure animal lust, his breathing getting heavier, the rhythmic slap of his skin against mine, and the feeling of his dick pummeling my insides, each stroke bringing both of us closer to climax. “Ah,” he said, the sound exploding from him on a gasp as his thrusts went even faster. “Here it is, take my toxic load…” and he rammed into me with an inarticulate shout. His dirty talk and the word "toxic" drove me wild. I came in buckets onto the pillow underneath me while he buried his dick inside of me. I could feel his cock pulse and flex as we shuddered with the force of mutual orgasm. We finally started to come down from the intense high, and he just lay atop me, his body heavy and warm, like a living, breathing blanket. He kissed the back of my neck languidly, then the side of my face. I turned my head, and we managed to brush our lips together. “You are amazing. If Miguelito is too dumb to know how special you are, that’s his loss. I’d love for you to be mine.” I smiled, and squeezed my sphincter, enjoying is little gasp of pleasure. My eyelids felt heavy, and I relaxed in a way I hadn't since the night before. In spite of the large glass of iced coffee I’d drunk, I felt myself pulled down into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Part 5: Interlude - Bad mornings Michael: The bright glare of the morning sun hit Michael’s face like a slap. He pulled his pillow over his face and rolled over. Just wanted to sleep. Just a bit more. He tossed and turned and tried to get comfortable. Hoping that sleep would return. But no. Sleep had slipped away in that one moment. He groaned and looked over at the clock. Ten o’clock. Lucky it was a Saturday. He wasn’t working today. It didn’t feel like he had slept at all. He sat up. Still fully dressed from when he had crashed on the bed the night before. His head throbbed and he felt a little nauseated. Just how much did he have to drink at the club, he wondered. He reluctantly crawled out of bed and wandered into the bathroom. Hauling out his cock, his pride and joy, he allowed his piss to flow into the toilet. Something about that first morning piss always felt so satisfying. He gave himself a playful stroke but decided he wasn’t in the mood for a wank and tucked his dick away. He washed his hands and then realised he had washed away the phone number the guy had written on his hand the night before. What was his name again? Sam? Steve? No… Seb, that was it. Oh well. Not like he was actually going to call him anyway, he decided. He glanced up and his reflection in the mirror. Damn. He looked like shit. His eyes red, heavy bags beneath. His eyes squinting in the harsh bathroom light that only made his headache worse. His hair a classic example of bedhead. He stopped. Looked closer. Was that? No! It couldn’t be. He couldn’t deny it though. The grey hair was all too visible despite his naturally pale blond hair. He grabbed his tweezers and pulled it out. Then another. And another. Until he was satisfied. He tossed the tweezers down in disgust and jumped in the shower. He needed to work out, get his blood moving, but he just didn’t feel like it. He took a long, hot shower instead. Letting the water run down his back. After towelling himself off, he picked up his phone and checked messages on his phone. Just an email from Tommy with the picture he had taken at the club. It was a nice picture he decided. Michael sent a text to Scott. “Coffee?” A few minutes wait before he received the reply. “Sure.” Michael got dressed and headed out the door. Scott: Scott offered Michael a little wave as his friend walked into their favourite coffee shop. “You look like I feel.” Scott smiled. “I feel worse than I look. How much did we drink last night?” “Too much. Maybe we are getting old and can’t handle our liquor anymore.” Michael grimaced. “Speak for yourself. But at least you had some fun.” Scott put on his poker face. There was no way in hell he was going to tell Michael about what happened with David. “Yeah… it was fun. How about you?” Michael shrugged, noncommittally. “Don’t know. It was just a weird night. Need to get a coffee… you want another one?” “Sure. Skinny latte.” Michael: Michael walked to the counter and ordered the drinks. The twink behind the counter gave him a friendly smile… but it was just a smile. No lingering glance, no licking his lips, no attempt at a seductive pose. Just a smile. Odd…. the twink always tried hopelessly to flirt with him. “Who cares?” he told himself, he wasn’t interested in the twink anyway. “Hey!” A voice said behind him. Michael turned. It was the guy from the park. Seb. “Oh, hey Seb.” “You remember my name. Is that a good sign?” “It must be.” Michael said noncommittally. Seb leaned forward and whispered in Michael’s ear. “Hope we get to meet up again. I think you owe me a good fuck.” Michael felt Seb slip something into his hand. “In case you lost this.” Seb smiled. Michael down at the paper… a phone number. “Yeah… yeah… that would be great.” The twink behind the coffee bar returned with two steaming cups. “Your lattes, sir.” Michael picked up the two cups. “Well… need to get back to my friend. Will give you a call sometime.” “I’m looking forward to it.” Seb said before stepping up the counter and ordering his own drink. “So. Who was that?” Scott asked as Michael sat down with the coffees. “Just some guy from the club last night.” “Not the freak who wanted to fuck you?” “Oh god, no.” Michael shuddered at the memory. There was something in the back of his mind, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, something about the freak that had seemed so familiar. Well. Maybe if he hadn’t had quite so much to drink. Michael didn’t want to think about the freak though. As quickly as he could he changed the subject. “So. You and David, huh? Everything you were hoping for?” It was Scott’s turn to look uncomfortable and to change the subject as quickly as he could. Thinking about David made Michael think he should get to the gym. Just a bit longer he told himself.

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.

In part for the sake of moving this thread back to its original theme (which is not The Obligations of Tops), I'd like to add a couple more things that hosting cumdumps ought not to do (though I seem them happening all the time): 1. Hidden cams: I get the hotness, but not only is it disrespectful to the tops who are blessing you with their seed to film them without their permission, depending on where you live, there's a decent chance it's illegal. 2, Drugs without notice: I have no moral objection (though drugs aren't my thing - I'm already a cum addict, so I'm pretty sure I'd be a holy terror if I added other dependency-inducing substances into the mix); rather (and again) the objection is ethical / law-related: It's disrespectful to the tops who are breeding you to expose them to legal risk by having drugs in your possession without letting them know what they may be exposing themselves to. Thanks for the other good additions to the list.

there are times when I hook up with a man with a little dick that I suck and eat his balls get real verbal make him think he has a mans cock.but I am one of those fucking homos who believe all COCK is good COCK. at times really get pissed at a man who would disrespect his own COCK enough to allow it to be caged.or a man who would cage another mans COCK, Always think if I didn't like dick I wouldn't be queer. t

Can't wait to read some more stories like this. Great read.

(Thanks for the feedback. I've adjusted some parts of Part 2 accordingly.) Part 2: Like I said, a few weeks later I got an unexpected call from the kid I met in the park bathroom, whose name I learned was Damon. Unsurprisingly, he had been freaked out by what we had done together, but he had jacked off so much thinking about it that he decided he had to see me again. I was impressed by the fact that he didn’t ask any of the obvious kid questions, like what my status was. Maybe not knowing made him feel better about it. I asked him what he was looking for, and he said that he loved not just fucking with me but also the way I controlled him, played with his limits. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about not using condoms, but he wanted to see what I had to offer and was wondering if I would be willing to respect that one limit. I told him we should meet in person to talk it out. We decided to meet again at the park outside the bathrooms in a few days, go for a walk, talk about what he was looking for. I wasn’t really willing to waste my time if he didn’t have any idea what he wanted, but if the kid impressed me again I’d be willing to play around with him on a regular basis, maybe even get a regular BDSM thing going. I was very specific about what I wanted him to wear: shorts, a jock-strap, tee shirt and baseball cap. I love the wholesome, all-American white boy thing. I said that we probably wouldn’t even hook up, but if he was going to be my sub boy he needed to learn how to start taking orders. I also told him that he was not to masturbate at all before I saw him. He agreed, and a few days later he was on time for our meeting and we went for a walk in the park together. He immediately whined about how horny he was, and asked if we could step into the bathroom to take care of it. I just calmly told him no, that today was about figuring out what kinds of limits he was looking to explore and we were just going to talk. As we were walking he kept making unsubtle grabbing movements at his crotch and at mine, which I pushed away. Kids tend not to have any control like that. He explained that he was wanting to find a regular relationship with a dom guy who could show him the ropes of how to be a good sub, basically play slave once or twice a week when I was free and he wasn’t in school. I asked him what his fantasies were, and he reported that he loved bottoming but hadn’t gotten much chance to do it. He said that ever since we had hung out he had fantasies of me pissing on him and humiliating him in public, of tying him up somewhere outdoors and fucking him while he was helpless. No real bondage experience. I brought up the condoms, and he said that he didn’t want to risk his HIV status but that when he had gotten home after our tryst he had been so turned on by all the cum he could feel in his ass that he had fucked himself with a dildo using the cum as lube and that he came two more times thinking about what we had done. Figuring that deserved a reward, I stopped, smiled at him, gave him a full kiss on the lips and said, “good boy.” He made a sort of desperate, high pitched sounds then, maybe half whine, half grunt. Since there wasn’t anybody around, I pushed his face down to my crotch and told him to lick and kiss the bulge in my pants, which he did with abandon. Then I pulled him up and told him to keep walking with me. Turns out he lived about a twenty minute walk away from the park, and he had to cross some fairly minor streets in order to get there. He said that he lived with a straight roommate, so he wouldn’t be able to do anything at his house; I would have to host everything. I asked him if his roommate was home now, and he said he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. I grunted, making a note to set up at least a few activities at his place, but just kept walking. Finally, we agreed to meet every Sunday and Thursday night for now, and that we would see how it went. That left two days before Thursday evening. I told him I was heading home, and he pleaded with me that he needed to cum before Thursday or he might explode. Judging by the expression on his face, he might have been right. I decided that he needed to prove himself to me, so I told him that while he was my boy he could only cum with my permission, and that he was not even to masturbate unless I expressly gave him permission. I told him that he was also not to do anything sexual with anyone else unless I gave him permission, or our little arrangement would be over, even on our off days. If he really wanted to mess around with me, he needed to make a commitment to being my sex slave. He looked pained, but agreed readily enough. Since he had already followed my rules by not cumming yet, I agreed to a concession. “You can cum this afternoon and this afternoon only, but on two conditions. You have to get someone from the toilet to fuck you first, and that person has to cum inside you when they cum. Yes, you can use a condom. If you want to cum again, you have to find someone else to fuck you and cum inside.” He looked almost a bit hurt at that. “But don’t you want to fuck me?” I smiled big at him and said, “Oh, I will.” Then I gave him a big, sloppy farewell kiss and agreed to meet him at my place at 6pm on Thursday. As a parting thought I told him, “Save any condoms you use in your fridge and bring them. Oh, and show up wearing the same thing.” I went home and made some plans. When Thursday came around, he showed up looking cute as hell in his outfit, and I was more than ready to take advantage. He also brought two cold condoms still slick with cum. I asked him how it went, and he said that he had been freaked out by asking the guys to cum inside him but that it had also been hot. Good boy. I set them aside for now and told him that for the first several weeks he would still be proving whether he was worth the effort of being my slave, so his first job was to suck me off while I watched the end of a baseball game and drank a few beers. No matter what happened, no matter how tired he got, he was to keep sucking until I told him not to. I made him go like this for about half an hour, after which I figured that was enough torture for the kid. Periodically I would pull my dick out of his mouth and slap his face a few times, but mostly I just ignored him. Basically I was trying to let him know that he was not going to be my constant center of attention, but he handled that pretty well. After that, I stood him up and had him do his constitutionals in my bathroom, which had all the necessary amenities. I told him to come out wearing his jock strap and nothing else. He did, looking like only a smooth twenty-something in a jock strap can. I kissed him on the lips, then without warning grabbed him under his jaw and pushed him as hard as I dared against the wall. Making sure to convey the dead seriousness in my voice, I told him, “last chance to leave, faggot.” He looked kind of scared, but just nodded his head from side to side. “Then get your ass in the bedroom and lay face down on the bed.” He raced to obey my command, a quality I like in a slave. I had my full set of restraints prepared and set to the side, so when he laid down I bound him up spread eagled on the bed and made sure there was no room to move except for his head, slightly. Then I started taking off all of my clothing, and as I did I taunted him. “You dumb faggot. You realize what you’ve gotten yourself into? You know what I can do to you in this position? What’s to stop me from fucking you bareback and putting a craigslist ad out for every diseased faggot out there to take a turn? You think you can stop me like this?” Looking genuinely scared, he said, “Please, no sir. I just wanted to have fun with you. Please just not that.” I climbed on top of him and rubbed my cockhead against his hole. “Why not? Don’t you want my dick inside of you again? How many times did you get off playing with that dildo and my jizz?” I bent down to start eating out his sweet, smooth ass. He shuddered, but said, “Please don’t. I know I can’t stop you, just please don’t.” I slapped his ass hard and yelled at him: “Stupid faggot! When I ask you a question you fucking answer it. How many times?” “Two, sir.” I brought my dick back to his hole. “And you’re telling me there’s no part of you that doesn’t want it again? Tell me boy, and you better answer my fucking question, what does your inner slut want me to do right now?” Trembling now, he said, “My, um, inner slut wants you to fuck me, sir.” “And where does your slut want me to cum?” “Inside me, sir.” Now he sounded deflated. I slapped his ass with the full force of my hand behind it, instantly raising a red hand mark and bringing a surprised howl from him. “You haven’t earned my cum yet, bitch! Your ass still isn’t worthy of it. Tell you what, why don’t we open that shit up a little?” I pulled out a couple of progressively larger dildos, nothing huge, but enough to give him a good ass workout. I held each one up for him and explained his situation. “I’m going to give you one choice, faggot. I’m going to fuck your ass with these dildos; that’s happening no matter what.” Then I showed him a bottle I had prepared just after he arrived. “See this? This is the jizz from those condoms you saved, plus I got a few of my friends to contribute as well. You can choose to use this as your lube, or you can choose not to when I fuck you with these dildos. Either way, it’s the only lube you’re going to get!” His eyes went insanely wide, and he looked on the border of panic. I leaned forward to nibble his neck and ear, and whispered to him, “the time and the fridge will have killed anything you could catch. You just have to make a choice, papi.” Strictly speaking, I don’t know if this is true or not, but I would assume it must be pretty safe. Thinking over his options and what it would be like to have the dildos in dry, he made the sane choice and chose the “lube.” I prepped a popper rag under his face, telling him to breath into it when he needed to. The I made sure to put a thin coating of jizz on the smallest dildo within his line of sight, told him to take a hit of the poppers, and slowly popped it past his ring into his ass. He started whimpering again, really his most annoying trait, so I added a ball gag while leaving the dildo in him. His ass opened up quickly, so I moved on to the next dildo, making sure to repeat the ritual of lubing it in front of him. He took another deep hit, and with this dildo I noticed that he almost imperceptibly began moving up and down on it, within the confines of the restraint. “Look at you, you little whore. I’m fucking you with the jizz of strange men, and you’re fucking enjoying it! No wonder you were begging for the load of stranger in a toilet when I first met you. And you have the nerve to ask me for a fucking condom?” By the next dildo his reservations had been mostly removed. Again, I guess he figured what was done was done. I was getting a little rough with the dildos, kind of tearing him up with them. “Wanna guess how many different men’s cum you have in your ass right now? Working its way into your ass walls, making its way into your blood stream. What do you think you’ll tell the counselor the next time you get an HIV test? That you’ve just given up and decided to be the whore you were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, faggot?” He groaned and continued to move up and down on the dildo. Finally I took the last one out. I pulled out a turkey baster and used it to suck up the remaining cum from the bottle in front of him. “Open up, cunt!” And with that, I deposited the rest of the jizz directly in his ass. He was bucking up and down, still high on poppers and desperate for something to fill him. I stepped in front of him, mockingly rolled on a condom and then climbed on top of him. Here I decided to take off the ball gag, because I love making him beg for it. “You want my dick?” “Please, yes sir, please, I need your dick?” “You want me to fuck all that strange cum inside your ass?” “You said it’s safe.” “You want me to use a condom?” “…Yes, sir.” This time he didn’t sound at all certain, but I plunged inside him with it on anyway. Since I had already warmed him up on the dildos, I didn’t start off gentle this time. Besides, he was good on the poppers and was enjoying himself like hell now that he finally had a real dick inside him. “Oh yes, sir, I’m your fucking whore, please use me, use my pathetic faggot ass, grind that cum inside me!” “What do you want from me, papi?” “I want your dick inside me! I want you to give me your spit and your piss! I want you to humiliate me like the worthless bitch I am! Please just fuck me!” Now I was pounding the shit out of him. Egging him on. “Keep going, boy. Tell me what you want!” “I want you to tie me up and have strange men gang bang me while I’m helpless to do anything. I want you to take pictures of my worthless ass full of cum and send it out to all of my friends. I want you to charge strangers money to fuck me!” “Ugh, I’m fucking you, baby!” “Yeah, fuck me bareback! Give me your load!” Up to this point the boy had been caught up in just saying the words that were turning him and me on, but as soon as he said these ones, he knew the game had just changed. “Um, I mean…” I stopped fucking him and pulled out. He started to beg me again, in that way that bottoms do when they’re close or just desperate. Ignoring him, I walked around in front of him and tore off the condom, and had him suck me for a bit, mostly to shut him up. Then I looked into his eyes, and played my final card. “One more choice, boy. Either I untie you right now, you go home, and I never see you again. Or I fuck you bareback. And I cum inside. And we never talk about using condoms between us again.” “Uh, shit, I don’t know man, I mean, it’s not really worth it.” I moved around to eating his ass again, and he moaned softly. My hands massaged his back and his ass, and I felt him rise up to meet me. Not missing the beat, I positioned my cock over his hole again and decided to make the choice simple. “Last chance to tell me no. If I start fucking you, I’m not stopping. You wanna be my boy, baby?” “Shiiiiiiiiiit…” I pressed forward, popping past his sphincter and gliding inside him. He was loose and wet now, and he felt amazing. “That’s it, baby. I’m inside you now. I’m going to show you how fucking amazing it can feel.” I fucked him for a good half hour after that, till his ass was dead sore and even my dick was starting to feel a little chafed. At first he didn’t say anything; then he just moaned, “yeah, yeah,” softly. Towards the end I started taunting him again, and this time he rose to it. “Yeah, breed me baby. I want your load inside me, give me your load, baby.” Hearing this kid who had been a condom-nazi two weeks before beg me like that was sending me over the edge. “Little whore doesn’t even have the balls to fight back against the guy who’s breeding him. Fight back, little whore. I’m about to knock you up. Beg me not to cum inside you.” Sensing the game, he screamed, “No, don’t cum inside me, please don’t knock me up!” “It’s! Too! Fucking! Late!” Once again, my dick went off like a Fourth of July firework. I came so hard inside him that it actually kind of hurt, like when you have blue balls. When I nudged up against him, my cock still inside, I realized he was crying. Realizing that he was going through something more than words, I pulled off and untied him, rather expecting him to fly out. Much like the first time we met, he curled up against me and buried his face in my chest. I’m not much for these kinds of displays, especially during sex, but it was…endearing. Like he literally couldn’t handle the intensity of what we had done. I held him for about twenty minutes, letting him get it out. Afterwards I asked, not unkindly, “any regrets?” “No sir.” “Good boy.” I took him into the shower to get cleaned up, but he had a raging erection to be taken care of, so I told him to kneel in the shower and open his mouth while he jacked off. I aimed the stream of piss straight for his mouth. It took him a few seconds to adjust to the taste, but soon he was lapping it up while he jacked off with one hand and played with his ass with the other. After I was finished pissing I knelt down to play with his ass while he shot an explosive load of cum all over himself and my tile. We showered, and I drove him back to his place afterwards. “So, am I seeing you this Sunday?” He smiled, replying “See you Sunday.”