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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...

Trying to hit the magical99 likes and loves etc. The lucky guy might get a special gift from me. Bored and semi clean and need attention...

I left John’s place and told him to get some rest because I had plans for him for the evening. I told him to be ready at 7pm and I will pick him up with my car. He was smart enough not to ask further more questions. It was our ‘no buts and no ifs’ deal… Went home. Parked the car. Fed the cat. Called my dealer. Twenty minutes later he had brought enough Tina and coke for the weekend. I went and bought lube and syringes and went to the bank to get some cash. Made some phone calls. First I called Mattias. Mattias had a nice place he was renting for men who like to get in a party mood without having to worry about bringing people at their own private place. The world of cumdumps and slamwhores is more than a jungle. You flirt with all kind of dangers and sometime people you encounter are beasts… including your self… so it is good to have a couple of gateways and shelters… Mattias’ shelter is unique. His place is downtown. It is on the top floor of a building that has only law offices. From 7pm the whole building gets empty. EXCEPT the loft at the top floor. Mattias’ cave… Hidden lights, no cameras, easy access with private elevator, no neighbours, big room with double beds, a sling, two huge TV screens playing all kind of porn, two bathrooms, lots of towels. Mattias true profession is a Doctor…. Which is handy and precious to me since he enjoys giving loads and provide the slams. And if it is in the same time then even better… I told him that I will bring some friends for a party gathering and he would be more than welcome to stay if he had no other plans. He knows that my parties are fun and that I am reliable for the fees he is asking for renting his place and his skills too. He also knows that my guests are people who will cause no trouble with the cops or paramedics.. (told you it is a jungle out there….) The next call was to Serge. A cool 50y old guy from Jamaica with a huge 24cm thick uncut cock with huge toxic loads and veins always ready for double slam session. He is an escort. An expensive one I must say, but he is worthy every penny.. And he knows people with the right attitude… thick cocks who play bare and snort or slam whatever chems but still remaining stiff. My kind of favourite people… I am a man of old habits. I usually go to the same place, sit in my usual table, order the same food. Yeap. You can call me boring. I don’t mind. I’ve been called with worse names. But as I said I am too old to change. The same with sex. I have rituals that I follow in a… hmmm… I must admit a bit selfish way. But it works for me and confess: I am too old to apologize if I follow mostly my needs than my fuckbuddy’s. But at least to my defense, before I engage into any kind of sexual contact I make clear of my agenda. If the guy is OK with my terms then we continue and play… if not that’s pretty understandable… no hurt feelings… … the next… My usual session in Mattias’ place has a very predictable routine as well. It goes like this : I arrive and call Mattias to open the door downstairs. Most of the times I go with a cab. I know I will be under the influence of chems so I do not take my car. But if I do, Mattias has given me the code for his private parking lot. And he is not leaving me to drive unless I stay sober for 48 hours. You see why Mattias is a guy I trust… I press the code for the elevator and arrive at the top floor. I always find the door open. The TV screens are already on playing raw gangbang porn. And Mattias is no where around. I make my self comfortable and undress. I drink the cocktail that Mattias has put on a glass on the front table ready for me. I trust him. I don’t trust dudes easily. Or the drinks they offer. But Mattias is professional. I know that whatever liquid is on the glass will help me to get in the mood. I have around ten minutes to start feeling the buzz from the drink. The envelope with the money is left it on the prearranged hidden place, inside a jar next to the breakfast biscuits. I know that while I’m in the bathroom Mattias will come out from his hidden place and will take it. And then he will retrieve to his ‘cave’ until I am ready. Quick shower and a bit freshing up for my butt. Before I leave my place to come for a session I make sure I am clean and prepared… and shaved… the hole is hairless though my body and legs are bearish. Nothing better to feel my hole exposed and lubed by sperm. And piss… I told you I am one of the jungles’ beasts. Mattias has a peculiar taste on towels. They are all black… the bed sheets also black. And always smell fresh… and the touch is soft. Even the carpets. Also black. Always soft in the bare feet. No latex. No cold surfaces. Even the marble. Black marble brought from Kaspia sea in the bathrooms. Always heated. Black wooden floor in the kitchen floor with black small carpets here and there. Air condition controls the temperature all over the big loft. And the air is filtered. He has a very trustworthy cleaning service. He is not charging in discount. I appreciate the high standards of his services and from the very beginning I made clear to him that I am not a client who bargains… … the jungle has its laws and the beasts have their own kind of understanding. Thru Mattias I met Serge. And thru Serge I met the Brazilian Paolo, Elias from Greece, Albert from Ghana, Wolf from Dusseldorf, Ahmoud from Egypt… All escorts and who fuck bare and enjoy pnp. After shower I go to the bed take the position ‘on fours’, with the poppers ready. I blindfold my eyes with the piece of cloth that is already on the bed and then I wait. I hear Mattias approaching. I feel the belt on my on my arm and the cotton on my vein. He has the slam ready. I feel the needle. Yes.. Always the first slam is a strong one. And Mattias is a pro. Slam and cocktail make me fly… and he provides the first load. And the second. And then the escorts start to arrive. For the next twenty four hours I become a hole for men I rent. No suck, no kiss, no chit chat. Mattias takes care giving the towels for their shower, pays them, and make another slam for me. Or cocktail. Or both. And while I buzz I hear my self whispering.. The next…. That is how I usually play at Mattias place. Once a month is enough for me. And one Thursday in one of those bar parties. I am not losing my self in the jungle any more. But I was excited by the idea to give to John a glimpse of my own kind of savanna… When I put down the phone I checked the alarm clock and set it up for 6pm. I took a pill to help me sleep. I had eight hours ahead before I go and pick up John from his place. It was going to be a nice Friday night. I was pleased with the way I had it all set it up. John’ s training was about to begin…

Used to go jogging without a t shirt and without a jockstrap in these when I needed to pick up some hungry pig to breed. Worked every time haha I love my cock

Old selfie I took just after I started to try chems and bareback

Some old random ones. Including me struggling to fit my semi into a toilet roll lol don't ask

1. Clint "Are you awake?" Greg asked me softly. "Yeah, I am," I said. His cock was nestled against my ass, and his arm, already wrapped around my chest, sought out my nipple, and began to play with it. "How are you feeling?" he asked me. "Ok, I guess," I said. I was doing only ok; I wanted to never think again, and sleep the rest of the week. "Jason told me to go to practice yesterday. He said it would help." "I know. Nathan told me to work out as well." "I wonder what it would be like if we hadn't done that." "Worse, I'm sure," Greg said. "How are you doing physically? After the weekend?" I laughed. "You mean, how is my ass doing?" "Yeah. Exactly. How many was it?" "Men? or loads?" I asked. "Either. Both." "For the men, you know them. But numbers? Honestly. I lost count. I mean, just starting out, I got at least four loads." Through the effects of the weed, the crystal, the GHB, and the lack of sleep, it was all a blur. But I remembered that seemingly, there was always a cock inside of me. Even when we went to the club, there was always a raw cock inside of me. "At the end," Greg started. His cock pressed against me, desperate to assert its dominance over me. "You were so wet. So open." "I know. It was hard to take you." "It was?" Greg's voice suddenly got softer, more tender. "Yeah. My hole was so damn sore." Greg's cock had been like a burning hot poker sliding into me. Jason had given me a few hits on the pipe before, and I think the thick clouds were the only thing that allowed me to take it. "But you didn't say anything." "I know. I didn't want to deny you," I said. The entire weekend was a bit of a fog, between the drugs, the sex, the men. I remembered finally coming down and being nestled between Greg and Jason, with Greg's cock right up against my hole. I wanted to be with Greg, to be with someone I knew and who knew me. "Really. Boo. You should have said something." "No, it was ok. It was something I wanted to share with you." "And now?" Greg's cock was a titanium rod. It had been nearly two days since he had last gotten any relief, and his balls were filling up with his deadly juice. "You want to fuck me?" "Yeah," Greg replied. "I do." "You want to fuck me with that poz cock of yours?" "Yeah. I want to fuck you bareback. Breed that hot soccer jock butt of yours." "Do you think I'll ever say no to you?" "I think you should. But I am glad you don't." "Breed me," I said. As I reached for the tub of coconut oil Jason had given me, I extracted myself from Greg's embrace, and rolled onto my back. With one arm, I held up a leg, while I smeared some of the thick grease on my hole. It no longer hurt, but I had definitely been fucked hard over the weekend. Greg knelt between my legs, his cock sticking up straight against his flat stomach. "You sure?" he asked, as he smeared some lube on his shaft. It glistened like a deadly snake, poised to strike. "Absolutely sure." My cock was throbbing, and I reached down to play with it. Despite how turned on and horny I was, my cock was remaining defiantly soft. It had been the same way in Palm Springs. Jason had said it sometimes happened in response to crystal. I felt a bit ashamed; the thing that made me a man was missing in action and left me only able to get fucked. "Fuck me. Breed me." "Poz you?" Greg asked. His dick head was now pressed up against my hole. "That too," I said. I released my flaccid shaft and grabbed his waist. I pulled him closer to me. It also forced his cock into me. Luckily, my hole had mostly recovered from the assault over the weekend, and it was not the unpleasant experience I had feared when I first committed to Greg. But, on the other hand, neither was it completely pain-free. Like all good things, getting Greg's load was not going to be easy. "I'm inside you, boo," Greg said. "My raw cock inside your hole." He was smiling widely, ecstatic to be connected with me again. "Hell yeah," I said. Like his uncle, Greg was hung, and his cock was opening me up again. I didn't know if I was smiling in pleasure or wincing in pain. "Give it to me," I said. The line between pain and pleasure was a delicate one, and as Greg began to piston in and out of me, I crossed back and forth between the two worlds. "You want?" Greg asked me. He had reached over and found a bottle of poppers. "Please," I said. He unscrewed the cap, and took a quick hit, before handing the bottle to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the invisible gas fill my lungs. I handed it back to him. He took another long hit, before putting the cap back on and slamming his cock into me. "Fuck," Greg moaned. "You feel amazing." He rested my legs on his shoulders, and bent me over. His face was inches from mine. I craned my neck, reaching up for our lips to meet. He did the same, and in the heat of the popper-fueled euphoria, we kissed deeply. "I want you to be mine. I want you to be my poz man." "Your infected man." "Taking all my loads." "Taking all the loads," I repeated Greg's words back, with such a small, but such an important difference. "Fucking sexy soccer slut," he said, pushing his cock deeper into me. He was dripping pre-cum now. Between the spit we were swapping in kissing, the sweat from our bodies, and the potent pre-cum dripping out of his cock, I couldn't get enough of his fluids. "So many men this weekend." "So many loads," I said. "And now you're in my fucking bed. Taking my dick." I smiled. "Your bed?" I asked. "My bed. And you're fucking me in it." "Our bed?" Greg said, offering a compromise. "And you're marking me?" I asked. "Marking you as mine." "Always," I said. "I'll always be yours." "Always taking my load?" "Hell yeah!" I grunted. Greg held the poppers under my nose once more. I had no choice but to inhale and feel the waves of pleasure washing over me. "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard." Greg paused his assault on my ass long enough for him to do a hit as well. "You really want it? Really want my poz load up your hole?" "Yeah," I said. "I do." Greg put the cap back on the poppers. "I want it from you." "Me too," Greg said. His face was flushed, as the poppers started to hit him. "I'm getting close," he said. "Don't pull out," I said. I grabbed onto Greg's waist, and pulled him in close. "I want every drop." Greg leaned in to me, his eyes locked onto mine. His breathing was getting shorter, as he edged every closer to the inevitable release. With each stroke of his cock, my hole was also getting hungrier. "Please," I grunted, before he slammed his shaft back into me. "Of course," he said, before shoving his tongue into my mouth. "I'm gonna fill that hole with my poz seed." "Oh yeah," I said. His cock was dripping pre-cum now. "Oh hell," he grunted, and slammed his cock into me. His body convulsed, his dick twitched, and my ass was filled with his thick, toxic seed. "Oh HELL," he grunted again, as another spam racked his body. "Give it to me," I said, as I clenched my ass around his shaft, trying to milk out every drop. Greg had fucked me often enough that his cock was now a familiar presence in my body and his seed was a comforting presence. Other men provided variety and spice, but Greg provided consistency and solidity. "Oh hell," Greg continued. In the middle of his orgasm, deep thought was well beyond his cognitive ability. All he was focused on was the pleasures and sensations from his dick. "Oh hell," he said again, as another spurt of semen landed inside of me. "Every drop," I said. "Don't spare me. You know I want it. All of it." "You're getting it. Every drop." "I want to be like you," I said. "I want to give it to you." We didn't have to talk about what it was. We both knew the gift that he was sharing with me. "I want us to share it. Share a special bond." His orgasm ending, Greg was now able to speak more coherently. "I like it when you cum in me," I said, as the last few drops dripped from his poz rod and into my body. "I like cumming in you." He leaned in and kissed me again. "I really like cumming in you." "Me too," I said, between long kisses. His cock was still buried in my ass. Every once in a while, there would be a residual spasm from the orgasm, just enough to remind me that I was still impaled on his hard shaft. "I love you," he said. "I love you too," I said. "Did you enjoy the weekend?" he asked me. We had barely talked about what had happened. I wasn't even sure I could remember all of the details, and here, the details were exactly how many times I had been fucked me over the course of the 36 hours. "I did. Did you?" "Hell yeah. Seeing you get fucked. Getting inside that sloppy soccer jock butt. Knowing how much you had done. Gets me hard just thinking about it." He wasn't lying. His tool was still nestled inside my hole, and even though it was so soon after he came, his cock was starting to stiffen and lengthen. It felt like it was searching out some vulnerability hidden deep in my body. "I'm glad," I said. "Are we going to do it again?" I asked. "The partying? Or the playing? Or both?" "Both," I said. "Or either." He stared at me, his brown eyes examining my face, seemingly alert for every subtle twitch of my expression. "Yeah," he finally said. "I would. You?" "I would. It felt good to share that with you. To share it with Nathan and Jason." "With Sean? With Vic? Them too?" "Yes, them too." I paused for a moment. I wanted to ask him something else. "Maybe. Next time," I stammered. I didn't want to end the sentence, to learn what Greg would think of me. So, I did the obvious thing, and kissed him. "Next time?" Greg said, as he pushed me away. "You aren't going to get away from that opening with just a kiss." "I dunno," I said. I knew what I wanted to say. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Luckily, Greg came to my rescue. "So, you want a next time? I mean, partying?" "Yeah," I said. "I do. And I liked it like this time. Some time with a group, but some time alone with you." "Good," Greg said. "I liked sharing you. I liked seeing you go off with my friends, knowing they were going to fill you with their infected cum." He grinned. "And," he continued, "I liked getting fucked as well." "I liked watching you take cock." Greg's cock was now hard once more, and he was starting to slowly pump my ass. The cum he had recently injected into me was lubricating his strokes, making them just bearable. "Would you..." he started, but trailed off before he could complete the sentence. 'Would I?" I parroted his statement back to him. "Would I what?" I tried to imagine what Greg wanted me to do, especially in light of all the things I did over the weekend. It was a short list. "Would you want to play with Doug? I mean, party with him?" "Yeah," I said. "I would. Is he..." I wanted to know if he had converted yet. Or, better, I needed to know. I wanted to be Greg's project, to convert first of all the men he had been fucking. If Doug got it first, I feared that Greg would think we weren't compatible. "Not yet," Greg said. "At least last time we talked. Why? Hungry for more infected sperm?" "Always. You know that." I clenched my hole, feeling Greg's shaft keeping me open. It reminded me just how vulnerable I was around him, although despite our near-constant efforts, I was just as healthy as the day we had first met. "But only you have what I want. What I need. Doug doesn't have it." "I guess we're going to have to keep trying, huh?" "Yeah. I guess so." I didn't tell him how jealous of Doug I was. I didn't mind that he was fucking Doug on a regular basis; I was included in their playtime often enough that it felt more like a team effort than anything else. Besides, I was getting plenty of dick other guys. What I was terrified of, what kept me up in at night, even when I was wrapped in Greg's arms, was what if Doug got infected before I did? "You ok, boo?" Greg asked me. He had noticed my attention had wandered. "Yeah," I said. "I'm fine. Going to be even better when you get me knocked up." "I know. I'm looking forward to it as well." "What if it doesn't happen?" I asked. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." "We have years to make it happen." Greg pushed himself up off my chest. His hard cock was still deep in me; he pulled it out, then pushed it back in. The fluid from his first load squished around inside of me, a deadly mixture of sperm, semen, and virus. "But it's never going to happen if you don't keep taking loads." "Poz loads," I said. "Fucking dirty, infected poz loads." "Like mine." "Being slammed in deep," I said. "Fat, long dicks dripping infected pre-cum." "Like mine," Greg echoed back. "Are you going to breed me again?" I asked. I was hungry for it. My mind was still a bit fogged by the after-effects of the crystal, and I suddenly felt like this was the most important question I had asked Greg. I was almost shaking from the immediate, overpowering fear that he would turn me down. But my dark-haired stud did not fail me. "Yes. Of course I am. Longer. Deeper. Harder." With each word, he took a stroke into my ass, reminding me of exactly my position as the bottom. I gasped, but as Greg continued his relentless penetration and exploration of my hole, I moved past the point of pain, and into pleasure. I was aware of every millimeter of his cock as it explored my body, getting deeper than I thought possible. "Please," I murmured. "Whatever you want. As long as I get your load." "My poz load. You want my diseased spooge, don't you?" "Please," I said. My entire body ached for his cum. "I need it." "You are a hungry stud today," Greg said. "I can feel it inside you. Sucking my cock in deeper. Milking out my pre-cum." He pushed in deeper, smiling as I winced in pain. "Oh, baby," he said, noticing my wince. "You ok?" However solicitous his voice was, I noticed that his cock stayed just as deep in me as ever. "Just a second. Let me get used to it." "Of course. And this never hurts, does it?" He held the bottle of poppers under my nose. It was impossible for me not to inhale the thick chemical aromas. The poppers hit me fast and hard, the sudden rush radiating out from my brain, across my body, and focusing in on my hole. "Keep on taking it. Fucking big hit." "Oh fuck," I moaned. "Oh fuck," I moaned again as my mind exploded into a million different thoughts. "Oh goddamn fuck," I moaned, as my body was racked by spasms of pleasure. "Focus," Greg said, stroking my abs, finding my treasure trail down to my dick. I looked down, expecting to see the soft husk of my dick. However, as Greg's greasy hands ran over it, I was amazed to see it stiff and erect. "Focus on my cock," Greg said again. "Focus on my poz cock. Focus on me dripping deadly pre-cum into you." "Oh god," I moaned. "I want it. Give me your virus." I had just heard Jason talk about spreading the bug when he had been fucking me over the weekend. Memories of those intense two days were coming back to me, albeit blurred by the drugs we had done. The memories were making focus on anything hard. "Just cum in me." "Oh fuck, you want this deadly load, don't you?" Greg had grabbed onto my cock, and was stroking it in synchrony with my own strokes onto his dick. "So fucking hard, getting pounded by my poz cock." "Oh fuck." Greg's hand on my cock had sent another spasm of pleasure through my body, and I was worried I was going to cum far too soon. If I came, I wasn't going to be able to get fucked, and I didn't want to deny Greg the opportunity to breed my hole once more. "Just cum in me. Fucking fuck me up and infect me." "Wanna give it to you," Greg grunted. "Fucking hot bro, you begging for my poz seed. Getting me so damn close." I saw the look in Greg's eyes. Crazed with lust, the animal that all of us possessed was coming out. Once the fierce beast took over Greg's mind, it was only a matter of time before my boyfriend would shoot me full of his toxic waste. I knew how to bring out the beast. "Come on man," I said. "Wanna feel that deadly cum in my hole. Get me knocked up. Get me infected." "You want it?" Greg replied, the beast spreading from his eyes across his face. "Tell me what you want, bro." "I want your sperm. I want you to shoot in me. I want you to breed me with that infected cum of yours." I caught my breath. "I want you to give me AIDS. I want you to be the one that kills me." "Oh hell, bro," Greg said, the sounds almost an indistinct growl. "You're going to get it." The battle against beast had been lost. The man I knew as Greg, my boyfriend, was no longer fucking me. Instead, I was being raped by a totally different, yet strangely familiar Greg. Everything about him was amplified, from his personality to seemingly the size of his cock. I grabbed his head and pulled him to me. "Give me the virus," I said, before jamming my tongue in his mouth. His reaction was immediate; his cock slammed back into my hole. Since the poppers had long worn off, I was barely prepared for the intrusion. I winced and simultaneously tightened my ass around his cock. "Owwwwww," I grunted. "You ok?" I nodded. "Good, because I don't want to stop," Greg said. The animal was still there, still controlling him. He continued. "I'm not going to stop." His hips were slamming against my ass now, each stroke pushing his cock deeper into my body, and his balls closer to releasing their load. "Gonna seed you good. Fuck this virus cum into you." "I'm here to take your infected cum any time you need it. Fuck that poz jizz into me." "Oh yeah," Greg growled. "Oh Yeah," he growled again, this time loud and more intense. "Oh Yeah!," he continued. He was fucking me, and with his fast, deep strokes, I could feel the steady stream of pre-cum, heralding the imminent arrival of his orgasm. "OH FUCK YEAH!" he screamed, loudly enough that I wondered if the other guys in the dorm could hear him. Then he leaned in, and whispered something in my ear. The contrast in loudness only emphasized the sensitive, intimate nature of what he had to say. "I'm going to infect my lover with AIDS." "I'm going to let my poz boyfriend fuck me bareback. And fill me with his dirty cum." I gave him a kiss and his strokes sped up. He was on edge, and I wasn't going to prolong his agony. "Breed me with your poz sperm." "Take it," he said. His body went rigid, as did his cock buried deep in my hole. There was a momentary stillness that engulfed both of us. My tongue in his mouth and his raw cock deep in my guts both stood motionless. But then, the two bombs between Greg's legs exploded. They were each small death factories, constantly pumping out Greg's signature toxic juice. I could feel the explosion travel up his cock, right before it burst into my gut, filling me with the promised second load. "Shoot it in me," I murmured, between frantic kisses. "Take it," he grunted again, as another jet of cum shot out of his dick into my body. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me tight against his body. I did the same to him. "Take my poz load," he said. We were holding on to each other tightly now, making sure that Greg's deadly spooge was delivered deep into my body. Even if I had wanted, there was no way I could escape being impregnated. "Please," I said. His cock was white-hot poker in my guts and his cum barely quenched the burning. But the pain didn't matter. It was a price I gladly paid for Greg, for having this amazing man fuck me, for him showing how much he cared about me. "I want it." "Take it," he said, one last time. His thrusts were slowing down and were no longer quite the visceral, animal acts. The beast was receding, and the man I knew was returning. "Let me fill you up." "Let me carry your loads to class today." "I love my loads inside you." "I love your loads inside me," I said. There was that particular post-orgasmic happiness engulfing the two of us. Greg's cock was still deep in my body and his cum was now being absorbed and becoming a part of me. There was a peace between us; Greg had accomplished his essential mission of breeding my hole and with the insistent distraction of his cock out of the way, other topics could be considered. Greg wrapped his other arm around me, pulled me even tighter, and rolled over. He made it seem effortless, although it was an expert move to do, keeping his cock inside of me. "What about you?" he asked me, reaching down for my dick. It was still hard, and with his touch, I realized just how horny I was. "Your turn. Stroke that boy cock for me. Shoot your load." "Boy cock?" I asked, grabbing it and stroking it. "It's not as big as yours, I know. But hardly a boy cock." Greg laughed. "A man's cock shoots charged up sperm. A boy's cock shoots blanks." For a moment, I saw the man Greg would become. It was an echo of Nathan, but hardly a reflection. My dick twitched in response. More than anything else, I wanted to be with this man, and at that moment, with his cock deep inside me, we were as close as two men could get. As I rode his still-hard cock, I stroked my dick. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm going to cum." "Fuck yeah, Clint," he said. "All over my chest. Shoot that cum on me." "Oh god," I grunted again. Greg's cock was deep in my ass. Every move I made reminded me of how tender and used my hole was, but yet, I could hardly stop myself from fucking myself on his manhood. "Oh god," I said as my balls clenched tight. "Oh GOD," I said, passing the point of no return. An arc of white jizz shot out of my cock, over Greg's chest, and landed on the pillow next to his head. "Come on," Greg said. "Shoot it." The next spurt wasn't quite as powerful, but it was larger. The spurt landed on his chest, a long white line starting just below his shoulder and ending at the base of his pec. Several more followed in quick succession, covering Greg's torso with my thick white sperm. "Fuck, that's nice," Greg said, as he scooped up some of my cum and licked it off his fingers. "So fresh. So pure." "You need to fix that." "I know. I'm trying. You're trying. It will happen." Greg wiped up more of my cum and let it drip into his mouth. "That was hot," I said. "Yeah, it was." He let his fingers drift across my torso, following the contours of my muscles and eventually landing at my cock. "So hot to think about infecting you." "And afterwards? Find a new model?" "Of course. For both of us to infect." "I want that. A lot." "Me too," Greg said. "So, you up for a weekend with Doug?" "Fucking?" I asked. "Partying?" "Both," Greg said. "A lot of both." "Yeah," I said. "You thinking this weekend?" "I am." "Not a lot of time," I said. "For?" "You to convert me." "Or for Doug to get puzzled up." "Yeah. But now, I can't decide which I want." "How so," Greg asked. "If I want Doug to be poz and fuck me. Or for me to be poz and fuck Doug." "There's a third option," Greg said. "Both of you poz and fuck me." "There is that," I said. I collapsed on top of Greg. My cum squished between us as we kissed deeply.

I have a question for the members..... When I suck and fuck I LOVE creampies and cum. I love getting loaded and felched. I also loved fucking a big load into a mouth or ass and eating my own (or a bunch of guy's cum). When I have to settle for my left hand and watch porn to a jerk off session, I always eat my own cum. A couple of years ago, I had this kinky idea that it would be fun to NOT waste the cum, and I used a shot glass to capture my load. Then I pushed a lot of it up my ass and used a toy for a while to get off a second time... either riding the toy or coating up some ben wah balls with my cum and pushing them inside. You get the idea!! One night, I had just tossed my load into a tall shot glass with the intention of coating a new dildo with my juices and going for a ride. My phone rang and it was my brother announcing he was 3 minutes away and dropping by to say HI. So, I grabbed the cummy glass, stuck it into a ziploc bag and tossed into the freezer. Brother and I had a nice visit and off he went. I kept thinking about that load of cum and the new toy and once he had taken off - I headed for the freezer. Well imagine that..... not only was it frozen solid... of course now that it was frozen, it had 'expanded' a little within the shot glass.. and actually looked larger than when I had put it in the freezer. My curiousity kicked in and I took the glass upstairs and rather than using it on the new toy - I deposited a SECOND load of cum over top of the first - and back into the freezer. Well, I did this for a few weeks whenever I jerked off (and remembered to grab my frozen load first) and soon, I had a shot glass about 2.5 inches tall FILLED to the top with frozen cum. I have a particularly kinky FB who enjoys ass play a LOT. He's a total versatile pig and we often warn the other guy whether we are in a total cock sucking mood, or want our hole stretched with tongue, fingers, whether we wanna get fucked or fuck etc.... truly versatile. More often than not - if one is in a horny TOP mood, luck would have it that the other is willing to be the BOTTOM that night. Great fun. I gave him a call and invited him over the following weekend and said I had something he might like to try. He was intrigued, but I told him it was a surprise. He showed up and as luck would have it.... he walked in and said "I am horny as fuck for your ass buster. I want to eat it, rim it in the chair and then fuck my 4 day load into your guts". Well.... helllllo!!! Perfect mood for what I had planned. I pulled out the frozen cum and explained that I wanted him to push it up inside my ass when he was ready to fuck.... and I wanted him to dump his load in beside ALL the other many loads already in the frozen glass. He made some guttural noise and pushed me onto my knees on the floor and started to eat my ass like a starving man. I kept egging him on and asking if he was anxious to feel about 20 loads in my hole? Was he stretching it good for the big icy cum torpedo? Did he think the cum would help him slosh his big uncut cock around deeper than normal? Really teasing the fuck out of him. We went downstairs to my sling and I hopped in. Legs spread wide. Excited to "feel" this new experience. He reached over and took a sleeper blindfold from the table and leaned towards me. "I don't want you to watch anything dude. I want you to FEEL this...." and as he pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, I could see his cock literally throbbing and dripping precum strands on to the floor. Apparently this was turning his crank as well. I waited anxiously. The prick made me wait a few minutes. I could only hear him fussing around. Then I heard him sit on the mechanics stool I keep there for sitting down and eating an asshole in the sling. I heard him say "Take a breath bubba... you aren't breathing'...." LOL. As I took a slow deep breath in, I felt his tongue at my pucker. He licked it and sucked it a few minutes then stopped. I wondered what was next, when I felt the ice cold cum stick being positioned at my hole. I gave an involuntary twitch - and a sigh at the same time. He laughed and said "Keep it in there or else"... and he started to push it in and out just about an inch. I could feel the slickness right away as the outer part started to melt against my hot hole. He only did this four or five times, then I felt a gentle, but firm push of the entire block of cum up into my hole. It was fucking AMAZING!!!! I moaned and he leaned forward and swiped his tongue all around my balls, then down to lick all around my wet hole. "Nice". That's all he said. One word. But I could hear the lust in his husky voice. Then I heard a camera shot or two and knew he was taking some pictures. My cock lurched at the thought. In fact, I realized my cock had been rock hard from the time I got in the sling. This was a huge turn on for me. I heard him roll the chair back and waited. I felt his big meaty cock SLAP SLAP SLAP around the outside of my hole. "Push your hole out a little bubba... give me a little natural lube' he instructed. He held his cock against my pucker and as I started to open up a bit and push, he slid his cock right up to his balls in one slow push. I honestly though I was going to cum. I could feel his hot cock pushing aside the cool cum. It was well on its way to being completely melted. He stopped when his balls were resting on my crack and said... "Can you feel this???" and he flexed his cock head inside of me. More chill and heat. Fuck!!! "Squeeze my entire cock with your wet ass dude. Let me feel it" he said as he slowly started to stroke in and out. I could feel the cum sloshing around in my guts. He was really stretching from side to side and top to bottom. Nice long strokes while he talked to me. "Fuck this is fucking HOT. I love the idea of all that cum in your hole. Let's pretend you've been in the sling for hours taking loads and now it is my turn to breed you" he hissed at me. I started really fucking him back. Squeezing his cock. Rotating my hips. Raising my ass and lowering it on his big 8 inch dick. It felt glorious. Then he stopped moving and said... time to go up deep and seed you dude". He knows exactly how to ease his big meat into that next ring and open it up. His uncut head is quite large. Once I relax and open up, and he slide up inside - it is like a big plug. Nothing is leaking outta there when he is right up inside. "OK bubba.. I'm gonna add my load to your creamy ass now" he said and really pushed in hard and deep. I gasped as he slid inside and gave little sharp thrusts. I know when he is going to cum. We have fucked so many times in so many positions. I knew he was close. "Breed me Ron. Add your cum to all those creamy big loads dude" I begged him. He went nuts for about 10 more seconds and I could FEEL him blow that 4 day load up there. He was a water cannon of cum. He just kept pushing in and out and sloshing everything around while telling me how HOT it all looked. I felt him reach away and then heard the camera again... more souvenir pics. Yes!!!! Then he used his foot or leg or something to hook the stool on wheels closer to the sling. "I'm going to pull out now. Don't move a muscle" he said. And immediately pulled that cock out and sat down on the stool. I was shocked at the sudden open feeling of my hole. I could tell it HAD to be gaping. Then - his tongue. Right up into the gape. He pushed that long tongue of his right into my hole and I could HEAR him slurping our mutual cum from my stretched gape. He was moaning, then pulled back and said "Holy FUCK there is a ton of cum here" and then back onto my hole for more slurping. The feeling of him licking and sucking the cum from my wet hole did me in and I blew a massive load of cum all over my belly and chest. He leaned forward a bit and sucked the tip of my sensitive uncut head, licking the remnants of cum off, before returning down to my hole again. He ate my hole for a good 5 minutes. The sounds were outstanding. The feeling was incredible. I was SO turned on. Already thinking of starting another shot glass. Then I felt him stand up. I waited a few seconds and felt him remove my blindfold. He smiled at me and leaned forward and said "open up". I did. He dropped a huge snowball of cum right into my mouth. It was HUGE. Then he leaned forward and pushed it deeper into my mouth with his tongue and we kissed and swapped it back and forth a bit. Then as if on cue - we both swallowed what was in our respective mouths at the same time. He leaned back and licked his lips. "That was fucking kinky as fuck dude.. we gotta do that again. Except, I want to be the cumdump for the next round" and he winked and untied me from the sling. My legs were rubber. I was totally shaking with excitement as I got off the sling. Yes - there was going to be a repeat for sure!! Anybody else tried this? Did it meet your fantasy expectations? Tell me.....

About an hour ago, my arse is so full and so sore. My early morning construction married guy buzzed and called on way to work to drop me a load. He was so horny this morning, really hard fucking my mouth and then really banging my arse till he shot deep in me. Left went on way, i went back to bed smelling him on my body. This guy is one of my faves, although he is a little chubby, he is just so typically married, hairy, great legs and a beautiful thick uncut cock which i love getting my tongue into. Never mentions condoms either.

This is a two part story about two people who helped me through a difficult time in my life and were also were important in my progression towards giving into my real desires and learning to enjoy and embrace and the risks associated with fucking and being fucked bareback - my flatmate Patrick and my neighbour's son Alex, who I will tell about in part 2. Part 1 - Patrick I had not long split with my long term partner and I was going through a bit of a difficult time. The split had been difficult and I was feeling bruised, I was tired, hurt and not really sure where my life was going. I was also a bit up against it financially and would be until the house we had shared was sold. I needed somewhere to live and got a good deal on renting a small two bed flat. The flat was to be sold and one of the conditions was that I had to let the estate agent in to carry out viewings whenever they needed to. I didn't have any problems with that and signed up for six months. I was still a bit short of money though and one of my friends suggested that I get someone in to share the flat with me. He said he knew of a guy who was coming down from Scotland to work for six months and was looking to rent a room. I thought this would be a good idea and a few weeks later my friend set up a meeting for us. I liked Patrick straight away. Although he lived in Scotland, he was actually Irish. He was in his late 20s, with dark hair, a really nice smile and a fit body. I especially noticed his arse which really filled out his trousers. We got on well and decided that he would move in the following week. Sharing a flat with Patrick was good for me - he did not take life too seriously and was fun to be around. It was particularly good for me to have someone like Patrick around given the way I was feeling. He had indicated that he was planning to play the field a bit while he was in London and asked me if there was any problem with him bringing guys back to the flat. I said I had no problem with that and the next weekend he brought a guy back that he had met in a club. As I passed his bedroom door a little later I could hear the sound of fucking. Patrick had told me he was mainly a bottom and had admitted that he didn't always play safe. I wondered if he was being fucked without a condom right now and the thought turned me on. A few weeks later I came home from work early in the evening and Patrick was in the kitchen with a fit blond guy in a smart shirt and trousers. Patrick introduced him and said they had met through work. After a while they disappeared into Patrick's bedroom and a short time later Patrick reappeared in the kitchen in just a T shirt and pants and asked me if I had any condoms. I said sorry I didn't have any and Patrick shrugged. "Oh well, not to worry. " and added "He's got a boyfriend so he wants to use one." He grinned and then winked at me and headed back to the bedroom. As I passed his bedroom door a little later I noticed it was slightly open. I couldn't see in but I could clearly hear the sound of flesh slapping on flesh and then I heard Patrick moaning "Fuck me...fuck me!" I knew they were fucking bareback and this, together with the image of Patrick in his pants and T shirt got me horny. I unzipped my trousers and got my cock out and began to play with myself as I listened to them fuck. I heard the guy telling Patrick he was getting close but they kept fucking and before long I heard the guy cumming noisily up Patrick's arse and I shot my load into my pants. After a while the guy left and Patrick came in to the kitchen where I was preparing something to eat still in his T shirt and pants. He opened the fridge and bent down to get some juice. I had a great view of his arse as he bent down and the knowledge that he had a load of cum up him really turned me on. I had been struggling to decide what to do since I had split with my partner. During the last couple of years we were together we had not really had sex and I had started doing it with other guys. More and more I had been fucking bareback and loving it and I knew now that I could do whatever I wanted. But somehow I was holding back and didn't really feel ready to give into my desire to fuck and be fucked bareback. Patrick's attitude was "you only live once" and he said he was going to make it his mission to get me to lighten up and have some fun. He had made it clear that he was up for being fucked by me but for some reason I was still holding back. I was getting more and more tempted though.... Patrick continued to have a good time with the guys he brought back and I knew that, unless the guy insisted on a condom, Patrick was letting these guys fuck him bareback and cum in his arse. He was a really good looking guy and I was not surprised that he brought so many fit lads home with him. One morning I got up and headed for the toilet. A naked guy was standing taking a piss in the toilet and I recognised him as one of a group of students who shared a house down the road. A week or so later the same guy emerged from Patrick's bedroom on Saturday morning with one of his housemates and Patrick told me later that they had both fucked him and cum in his arse. Around this time we were starting to get more viewings for the flat and I discovered I knew the estate agent quite well. His name was Charlie and he was the boyfriend of one of my ex partner's best friends. Charlie was a stocky, slightly chubby dark haired guy in his mid 30s. I had always liked him and thought he was quite fit. One day I came home from work and Charlie's car was parked outside. I assumed we had a viewing but when I went into the flat there was nobody there. Patrick's bedroom door was half open and from inside I could once again hear the sound of fucking. I couldn't resist looking in and I saw Patrick kneeling on the bed in just a T shirt as Charlie, naked from the waist down, fucked him hard from behind. I could see from the look on Charlie's face that he was close to cumming and seconds later he was clearly shooting his load up Patrick's arse. I didn't want either of them to know I had been watching so I went quietly back out of the flat and waited five minutes before letting myself in. Patrick and Charlie were in the kitchen and Charlie said he had just done a viewing. When he left I asked Patrick if Charlie had just fucked him. He grinned and said "You know he has - I saw you looking in just as he was cumming!" I asked if Charlie had fucked him without a condom and he grinned and nodded "There's nothing like a good hard bareback fuck!" he said Patrick was not bothered that I had seen him and Charlie fucking - in fact I suspected he was deliberately trying to tempt me - he was leaving his bedroom door open more and more and I knew now that it was only a matter of time before I gave in the temptation he was putting in front of me. It was a week or so later that I came home and once more head the sound of fucking. This time it was coming from the living room. I looked in. Patrick was bent over the settee, naked from the waist down, his pants and trousers on the floor as young black guy fucked him from behind. I knew that Patrick had seen me but the other guy hadn't. The black guy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen and I suspected he was another student from the nearby college. He was fucking Patrick harder now, his pants and trousers down at his knees and I was really turned on by the sight of his fit arse banging Patrick. "I'm getting close...." he panted, "Can I cum in your arse mate?" Patrick moaned and told him to go for it and seconds later I was watching the young black guy pumping a load up Patrick's obviously unprotected arse. I watched as the guy pulled his cock out of Patrick's arse. It was massive and I had a perfect view of Patrick's gaping arsehole as the black guy pulled out and some cum slid out of Patrick's arse. I was in the kitchen when I heard the black guy leaving and seconds later Patrick joined me, once more in a T shirt and pants. "Did you enjoy the show." he asked. I nodded. "Do you want some?" he said softly. I nodded again and he leaned forward and kissed me. Soon my trousers and pants were down and Patrick was sucking my cock. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself cumming but after a while Patrick stood up and kissed me again and then turned around, pulled his pants down and offered me his arse. There was no way I could resist even if I wanted to. I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed. I had secretly wanted to do this ever since I met Patrick. I slid up his cummy hole easily and began to fuck him right there in the kitchen. I knew I wouldn't last long and after ten or twelve thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load into his arse. Patrick and I fucked regularly after that. He knew that I loved fucking him after another guy had loaded him up and would often drop his pants for me after some guy had fucked him, telling me all about the guy who had loaded him as I fucked him. We also had a few threesomes, including a really horny encounter with Charlie the estate agent. I had known Charlie and his partner for a few years and I had never thought that I would end up in a threesome with him. I enjoyed every minute of it as we kissed, sucked and rimmed each other. I loved getting my tongue up Charlie's hairy arse and was even more turned on when he asked me if I wanted to fuck him. The fact that Charlie was cheating on his boyfriend turned me on even more. I fucked his hairy arse bareback and shot a nice big load right up him. Patrick and i ended up kneeling on the bed, arses in the air as Charlie took it in turns to fuck us, moving from one to the other before shooting his load up me and the pulling out to shoot the rest up Patrick/ Patrick had succeeded in bringing me out of myself and I really enjoyed knowing him - he helped me at one of the most difficult times of my life just by being himself and his fun attitude to life began to rub off on me. Patrick is married now and lives in Ireland with his husband. He still enjoys the occasional bareback fuck behind his husband's back though and when I met up with him in London last year I dumped two loads up him. When the lease on the flat was up, Patrick went back to Scotland and I found a small house in West London which would be ready for me to move into a few months later. One of my good friends was going to work abroad for three months and suggested that I live in his flat until my house was ready. I enjoyed living in Michael's flat - it was in a beautiful upmarket area of London and I could never have afforded to live there otherwise. Michael owned the top half of a large Victorian house in north London. The lower flat was owned by a really nice lady who was divorced and had three sons, the youngest of whom was at university..... Part 2 to follow

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….

I do this all the time. I don't jerk off much, but when I do, it goes in the freezer. For saving it, I combine the two methods above. I line a shot glass with a condom, fitting the elastic ring around the top of the glass. That way you have the great shape of the glass for insertion, but no need to let it thaw a little to remove it. The condom is easily removed from the glass and you can then peel away the condom from the frozen devil's dick. It's great for fucking, fisting, felching and snowballing. The cum changes consistency (a little more watery) if you leave it in the freezer for too long. I have written about it on my blog many times. Here are links to two of them, the second with pictures: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2017/07/i-have-something-in-freezer-for-you.html https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2015/06/devils-dick.html I usually use just my cum, but for a particular cum hungry man I know, I spent the night before our meet sucking off any man in the bookstore who would let me. I discreetly spit their loads into different condoms. I froze them for easy removal. The next day, I put my buddy on the fuck bench and told him I was about to inseminate him with seed from all sorts of men--many who he would never let breed him--but they were about to inseminate him now. That post is here: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2013/10/fluid-pig-and-cum-harvest.html

I love this story so far! Seems like it’s gonna be hot as hell! Great writing!

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

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.

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.

When my body is ready to be fucked, I find that I become very different mentally from when I’ve just recently been bred. Mind you, my insatiable ass means that switch gets flipped at the drop of a waistband, but if any time has passed in which I have to go without, it’s like my blood starts boiling. The longer it goes, the more in-heat I feel, and the more willing I become to do just about anything to take a cock. Inhibitions melt like butter, caution flutters away like a moth in a hurricane, modesty and dignity cease to have any meaning. Once I’ve been serially bred, it all calms down somewhat (I always end up wishing for just one more cock) and I kind of think, Damn - what was I doing? Not remorse or anything, just a little surprise that I would descend so far into depravity, or that I let so many men utterly degrade me. It doesn’t last, of course, the fire never goes out under my pot, so it’s inevitably going to come to a boil again sooner rather than later. Right now, I’m so in heat I can almost see the fuck-me waves rising off me. (I use ‘in heat’ to describe me because I feel as though ‘horny’ is connected to cock, and my readiness is all about my cunt - I’m literally a bitch in heat.) Does anyone else experience this kind of back-and-forth?

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.

Christmas Rest stop surprise (fiction) I was driving home from visit with family for the holiday and decided to get some coffee at a rest area. I saw some tractor trailers in the back with lights on in the cabs. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss and saw a couple of guys using the bathroom. I walk over to a urinal and unzip and do my thing. I zip up and walk past the guys standing there, trying to catch a free look and there is one guy, jeans, tshirt, work boots, hot as hell, that looked my way as I walked past and he gave me a peek. I walked over to the sink, washed my hands and glanced over at him and walked out into the lobby of the rest area. I was on line to get my coffee and the guy walked out and stood on line a few people behind me. I got my coffee and told the guy behind the counter that I wanted to pay for that guys coffee. I walk over to get my sugar and take my time. Suddenly the guy comes up next to me and in a deep voice, says, thanks for the coffee bud. I look up at him, and say, you’re welcome. I go and grab a table in a far off corner and he walks over and asks if he can join, of course, I reply. He sits down and holds out his hand, I am Joe, I shake his hand and reply, hi Joe, I am Mike, never blinking as I look in his eyes, which were the deepest green I have ever seen. So we chatted a bit, and he asks if I was ever in the cab of a truck. I reply no. he quickly shoots back, want to? I say sure and smile. He chugs his coffee as we keep chatting and I finish up quickly and we walk toward his truck. It’s a brand new truck and its red, my fave color. He opens the door and I climb up into the passenger seat. He closes the door and jumps in the drivers side. He turns the key and the radio comes on and shows all the lights and gadgets for which he tells me what is what. His hand is suddenly on my knee as we talk. I am listening intently to him and he leans in and asks, can I kiss you? I lean in an inch from his face and say yes…. He leans in and kisses me hard, pushing me back into the seat. We kiss for about 5 minutes and he says, lets move to the back. Lead the way I say. He climbs in the back and grabs my hand and leads me in. its nice back there too. Queen size bed, LED lighting, rubber sheets… we kiss as he pulls off my jacket and shirt. I then return the favor, he is furry and muscled, just hot I like a man. He lays on top of me and we are kissing and I run my hands down his back, feeling his ass through his jeans, then I reach under him and feel a very nice surprise. Had to be 10 inches of thick man cock bulging through the denim. I unbuckle his belt and then unbutton his pants. He pulls off of our kiss and says, oh you want to get right to it huh… I say yes. He stands up, pulls his jeans off and I am in awe. He then then unbuckles my belt, pulls the belt out of my pants and then pulls my khakis off. He then flips me over and rips off my briefs, smacking my ass. Hmmmmmm this ass is all mine now he says. He then shoves a dry finger into my hole, pulls it out, moistens it and then does it again. I hear him fumbling around and I hear his squirt some lube onto his cock. here is comes bitch, he says. He then shoves the tip of the bottle into my hole, squeezing the contents into my ass. I feel it burn some as he does this. What are you doing, I ask. This is just a nice lube to relax you and your hole. I start to try and get up and he drops himself on top of me and says, just relax, you will feel good in a minute. He then whispers in my ear that there is ground up meth in the lube, its his own recipe. I start to squirm and while I am doing that, I can feel him positioning his cock at my hole. I thought you wanted to get fucked baby, he says, suddenly I feel an urge that I have never felt before and I say, yes sir I do. He makes me beg for it, I beg for his cock, and he rams into me, all 10 inches, as he does this he reaches his hand and covers my mouth to muffle my scream. There you go baby, that wasn’t so bad was it, he asks. I can feel myself relaxing and he then starts to fuck me slowly at first and before long is pounding me like I have never ever thought I would be or could be pounded. I just kept on begging for it deeper and deeper. He then says, I am about to cum, want it? I beg for it, with that he rams all the way in and is panting in my ear, I can feel the warmth of his cum in me. Oh baby he says, your mine for the night now. With that he slowly pulls out and flips me over, laying on me and kissing me. He then starts to pull my arms up to work my pits, and as he does this, he has restraints ready to latch onto my wrists, which he does quickly. I start to try and fight but its no use, I am already restrained to the headboard. He then grabs a couple of other restraints attached to the headboard and pulls them down to my ankles. With a pull my legs are pulled up into the air. Hmmmmmmm my cum is leaking some.. love that view, he says. With that, he pulls on his pants, and goes into the cab, and jumps on the cb radio. I notice a couple of tattoos on his back, all with a radioactive sign in them, reality sets in, he pozzed me. …. Breaker breaker I have a bitch in cab ready to roll. With that I hear other voices, on our way… what the…… (more to follow)

I always had a thing for men in uniforms. A few years ago the landlord of the place I lived at the time asked if we knew someone who was interested in renting the apartment below mine as the woman who lived there was moving out. The apartments were small and dark but I placed an ad on a gay site anyway preferring a gay guy as a neighbor instead of another crazy woman. Only had one response and gave him the landlord's contact details. A few weeks later a guy was at my door, My new neighbor who turned out to be the guy who responded to my ad. He was a relocating police officer who needed a place to live quickly. I helped him to fix up the place a bit before he moved in. Horny guy and we became fuckbuddies. Special treat was always when he was so horny after his shift he didn't bother to change out of his uniform before he walked up to my place to get "serviced". Was convenient for both. I had a hot horny top cop downstairs and he an always willing hole upstairs ? Was sorry to see him relocate again later. He's been back a few times when he is in town for reunions with his ex-colleagues and needed a place to crash. I can understand he prefers my hole over a guest room at one of his colleagues ?

Holy fuck, so very hot. I want a boyfriend helping me.

Cops are totally hot. But then, so are firefighters.

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

Justsexnowatl, You'd be ALWAYS wel-CUM to a future Fukdto bb sex party @Club120 (sync your trip with dates provided on fukdto.com) or @Steamworks Toronto. The Fukdto has a new fuck maze installed to be used at the last bb party of each month. Not to be missed!! Wel-CUM and OINK, rawpigbro!

Hope there is a lot more to cum

This YouTube video explains what just passed in pretty good detail… This site would be exempt if it were less than 3 years old. All I can can is we'll have to see how things play out. Each of the countries in the EU has 2 years to pass the resolution into law. Hopefully sites like this one can get some type of exemption in that time.

When I was 19 I was tricked into being barebacked by a masculine alpha top daddy. He's been breeding me since. I'm 34 now and he recently was diagnosed HIV positive. I am neg. But still take him raw. I'm sure I'm going to be pozzed soon.

Went to a couple fb's this afternoon and both loaded me up with cum. Still horny i went to the nearest adult bookstore, made eye contact with a few guys and went into a vid room where i stripped naked with the door half open. Dropped coins in the video and bent over as one of the guys came in the room. He asked me how many loads i had already as he dropped his shorts, found my hole with his cockhead and without any ceremony pushed into my ass. I started sucking the other guy that came in and just enjoyed the masculine smell and taste of cock in my mouth. By the time the guy fucking me unloaded in my ass there were 3 other guys in the room with cocks out, stroking and getting hard. One of them got behind me, grabbed my hips and rammed himself into my ass and started fucking. Took his l8ad before long and while i started sucking his cock clean the guy i had been sucking positioned his cockhead at my hole and i just shoved my ass back so he was buried inside me. 4 hours later i was still naked and had taken another 8 anonymous cocks and loads. I had spent anmost 5 hours taking any hard cock and getting their loads.

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

The way I explain why some guys feel the need to pull-out once they cum is because the tip of the cock becomes too sensitive and the bottom is tightening his hole to a point of making it uncomfortable. Everyone who's fucking has a different need for friction. Some can fuck for hours without cuming and even need a tight hole to shoot their load. Others cum too quickly if the hole is too tight. The bottom has to be able to assess how tight or loose should their hole be for every top who fucks them because they are all different. If a bottom wants the top to stay inside after shooting he then has to make sure not to put more pressure on a sensitive cock that it can sustain. Many bottoms say they want to "milk" the cock by squeezing their hole, which sometimes puts too much pressure. I have three recommendations to bottoms who want to increase the chances of a top not pulling out: (1) During the fucking be in-tune with what pleases the top more. Moaning may be OK, especially if the top likes it, but I recommend dirty talk instead. "That hole is for your cock and your cum", "Let me know when you're going to shoot so I can open up my hole and go deep to deposit your cum". (2) Once the top starts to cum I recommend opening up their hole and then tightening it slowly until is comfortable for the top so he doesn't need to pull out. (3) Keep talking dirty and say things like "Keep pumping your load" and always making sure how much pressure to apply. Years ago I had a long time fuck buddy who would drop by my place and fuck me in my bed. This guy every time he came asked me not to touch him and to open up my hole to lessen the pressure on his cock.

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...

Update: met up with fag ex coworker and slipped him a little something to loosen him up. Took him to mates and made sure he got what he deserved. Already forwarded video to his bf and half the office. Guess he'll have more time to enjoy exploring his single life as a pig lol.

my goodness your ass is gorgeous. how are you?

Part 2 John had just unloaded inside me. I felt his cock throb as his sperm fleet me up. I felt his jizz as it hit the walls of my ass. For a briefs moment I forgot how much I enjoyed the feeling of getting fucked and bred, or maybe it was the slam. Most likely both I missed. John’s cock remained hard as he continued to fuck me letting me know the dominance he held overt me. He paid Steven for the right to use me as his fuck toy to breed for a couple hours. He kept fucking me, this time he slowed down and made it apparent that he was enjoying his time with my ass. He kissed me several times as he slowly worked his cock pig and out of my ass. I couldn’t believe how long John lasted as he spoke for the first time since he unloaded inside my ass, “You have a very fine ass jock boy. I could fuck your ass all week long.” I could tell John was getting close to cumming a second time. His breathing changed and I felt his cock thicken. I was hungry for a second load as I tightened my ass around his cock. The expression on John’s face along with the change in the way he we fucking me told me that it was pure pleasure for him as he thrusted into me hard and deep. With a grunt John said, “For a quarterback you certainly know how to play a tight end.” I felt the familiar warmth deep inside me as his cock painted my ass with his cum. His second load was even better than the first load he gave me. I killed his cock for every drop n as he slowly withdrew his cock from my hungry hole. He kissed me one last time before saying, “Damn jock boy, you have one hungry hole. I how you use to travel, cause I’m going to arrange to fly you in to spend a few days with me. I have a couple friends that would love to meet you.” I wasn’t sure what to say except to tell him, “I guess you’ll have to talk to Steven about that.” I really wasn’t sure if Steven would send me in a trip to see John. After he had fired 2 loads into my ass I wouldn’t mind seeing him again and meeting him fuck my ‘tweaked up, jock ass’ again. John got up of the bed and as I got dressed in just my shorts and t-shirt I was able to able his athletic body as I knew he admired mine. I had just finished putting in my shoes when he handed me a $100 bill telling me, “I paid Steven for your services, this is a tip for you.” I wasn’t sure if I should accept this or not, but knew not to insult then client by refusing the offer and said, “Thank you for this and than you for your cum.” John kissed me one last time, “I can’t wait to fuck you again. I promise a lot more cum the next time we meet. You are better teen Steven told me you would be.” I left the hotel and sat in my car as I texted Steven that I was done with my work at the Hilton. I also told him about the $100 tip I received from John. Steven’s reply kind of surprised me when he texted back, ‘for a jock you’re showing some smarts by taking me about your tip. All his need to be reported till me and I’ll know how much you get so don’t ever try to hide it. that’s nice John gave you a tip, you can keep that one’ I knew to rely ‘thank you’ Steven then texted me ‘I know you did good by him when he texted me asking if he can fly you in to spend a few days with him and a few of his friends. I’ll work out the details with him and will let you know the dates. I have another client for you to visit you'll be going to his home to spend the rest of the move with him” Steven texted me the address and I drove over to his home. This guy lived in a upscale part of town. It was a gated community where I knew the homes to go for a over a million dollars. I pulled up to the gate and the guard approached my car, looked at me, quickly opened the gate and waved me through. It didn't take long after I drove through the gate to find the house I Steven gave me where the client lives. I was told to park in the driveway and go to the gate to the back yard. I found a note for me on the gate telling me I was to strip leaving my clothes neatly folded outside before entering the gate and then I was to make my way to the pool where I would find a blindfold along with 4 leather wrist and ankle cuffs on one of the lounge chairs. I was to put the blindfold fold on (until the client removed the blindfold) along with the wrist and ankle cuffs and wait. I was a little nervous about doing as the note instructed, but then I remembered the Steven told me to always do exactly follow the client instructions. The client will not harm me for far of what Steven will do to them if they did. Steven assured that he will protect me from the client. So there I sat there naked waiting for someone to approach me. I didn’t have to wait long when I sensed someone approach me. I felt them secure my wrists above my head and my ankle were secured to the foot of the chair. I was immobilized which in some way turned me on causing my limp, Tina dick to twitch. I then felt a tourniquet applied to my upper arm and then the coolness of alcohol on my son. There was a pause that had me wishing I could see this mysterious person administering the slam. Then I felt the familiar needle stick and began to wonder how big is a slam was this guy giving me when he removed the needle, applied pressure to the injection site, raised my arm over head and removed the tourniquet. I coughed so hard as the rush hit me hard. I’m sure this was the strongest slam I'd ever done as I heard a ringing in my ears. The guy push my head into his from where I quickly opened my mouth and took his considerable sized cock deep into my throat. I guess he then administered his own slam as I heard him cough and felt his cock begin to leak a steady stream of pre cum. The guy grabbed my head between his hands and began to face fuck me and every so often he’d bury his cock deep in my throat and hold it there and I would feel it pulse as he dripped his pre cum directly into my stomach. This went on for a good 15-20 min until I heard his breathing change asking with his deep thrusts. He finally spoke to me asking, “I’m gong to shoot most of this load directly in your stomach” as he thrusted one last time pushing his cock far into my throat. I felt his cock expand and pulse as he delivered his load directly to my stomach. He pulled out as he fired off his last could spurts of cum onto my tongue giving me a taste of his seed. I had become just as hungry to eat sperm as I was to have it shot directly into my ass. With the Tina flowing through my body gave me a strong craving for cock and cum. After he finished giving me his load and I swallowed everything he had fed me he removed my blindfold. I recognized him from Friday night's party. He released my arms and legs been helped me to my feet. I was then led over near the edge of the pool. I noticed something in the pool deck. In the concrete opt the pool deck were a couple fasteners which my ankle restraints were attached too sharing my legs wide. This was a spot close to the house that allowed him to suspend a rope from it that he arched to my wrists. This forced me to lean slightly forward giving him total access to my ass. He left me exposed like this for what felt like an eternity. I sensed him behind me which increased my desire, my need to be touched. After what felt like hours (but I reality was only minutes) I felt him grab my ass as he moved in to eat my already cum filled ass. He stopped for a brief moment to say, “Nice, just how I like my boys, full of cum.” He went back to licking my ass for a couple more minutes before stopping again. This time when he stopped I felt him push a small rough object into my ass and said, “Not only does cum make the best lube it’s great for dissolving a nice shard of Tina.” I suddenly felt a burn in my ass as he pushed the piece of Tina as deep as he could into my ass. I felt my high grow as the Tina dissolved as I experienced my first booty bump. I felt my client stand up behind me in this restrained positron position as my hole screamed out to be filled. He teased me with the tip of his cock causing me to try and push back in a attempt to get him inside me, but the position he had me in made that impossible. He had total control over my getting fucked. His teasing me drove me crazy to point I begged him, “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Breed me, I need your cum.” I repeated this several this several times and when I thought I wasn’t going to get fucked I felt him grab me by my hips and gave me exactly what I needed when he thrusted his cock balls deep. I then got the fucking I asked for as he pounded me hard. He fucked me for a good hour I felt his cock thicken as his place quickened and his breathing changed and he pushed I deep. As his cock throbbed inside me delivering a fresh load of cum he spoke, “What a great ass you have. I knew the first time I fucked you that if I had you to myself you’d get fucked all night long.” He wasn’t lying as he fucked another 2 loads into my ass before he pulled out and put a butt plug in my ass. He then left me I this precarious position. I want sure how long I was left like this when he returned. He gave me either slam just as strong as the first one me gave me. I coughed out hard as I felt him pull the butt plug from my ass, grab my hips and penetrate my hungry ass. It felt like he was fucking me harder then he had before. He gave me 4 more loads before he was done fucking me. He released my ankles followed by my wrists, and in the position I was in when he released my wrists I couldn’t help from falling into the pool. The water felt great as I heard him say, “Great ass you have Jock Boy.”

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.

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

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

CHAPTER TWO Through the eyes of Dean: Time to set the plan in motion, today is Scotty’s 18th birthday and he decided he didn’t want a party with his friends. So it’s time to test the waters and see what exactly young Scotty is into and wants from life. I woke early and knocked on Scotty’s door to wish him a happy birthday. I got no response to begin with and figured he was still asleep, knock knock again and got a cautious hello from Scotty. Its dad mate, can I come in? Umm sure, one second. I waited for his okay and entered the room. Scotty was flushed, his laptop on his desk chair beside the bed, and he greeted me as I walked in. Happy birthday mate, I said and gave him a big hug, he wrapped his arms around me, but something was odd, he didn’t touch me with his hands. That said though his hug went for some time, almost as though he didn’t want it to end. I told him the day was his to enjoy and I’d take him anywhere he wanted, then said I’d go and have a shower and see him when he’s up and out of bed, to which he thanked me and said okay. I then went to my bedroom, stripped naked and turned the shower on, I then walked out of the bathroom and closed the bathroom door, something I’ve never done. Now time to hide and see how long it takes him to come and spy on me. I found my place, behind the bedroom door so he wouldn’t see me when he walked in and I didn’t have to wait long. In he came, buck naked, athletic, smooth and tight in every way possible. He cautiously approached the closed bathroom door, and once he saw that it was closed he let out a sigh, saying ‘damn dad, why’d you have to close the door, why today, okay let’s see how quietly I can open it’. He stood at the bathroom door and his left hand went right to his asshole, then I noticed it, his hands were shiny with lube already, he must have been playing with his ass and cock when I went to wish him a happy birthday. That explains the hug. He didn’t wait long, one two three fingers shoved deep in his ass, this kid was a pro already, slamming his fingers in his ass while raising his right hand to the bathroom door handle to attempt to open the door and spy on me. Now was my moment, I stood out from behind the bedroom door and walked quietly behind him, Scotty was just about to pull on the door handle when I reached out and ran my hand down his back. He jumped so high, I actually scared the hell out of him. His shock turned to delight as he turned, controlled his fright and saw me standing there, naked, hard as a rock with my massive drooling cock within reach. Scotty blushed, I leaned in and kissed him right on the lips, he didn’t flinch, he just went with it instantly while melting into my arms as we kissed for quite some time. I broke the kiss, wished him a very happy birthday and asked if he wanted to finally join me in the shower, his response was an emphatic yes dad, I’d really love that. Through the eyes of Scotty: I had a look at the time when I woke up, 06:17am and it didn’t take long till I remembered today was my 18th birthday, quickly followed by realising my cock was throbbing and leaking precum. I needed to take care of it, and quick smart – I wanted to feel the release of my first adult load. I turned on my laptop, put on some Treasure Island Media porn, my favourite, gets my juices flowing instantly and grabbed by hard cock and started playing with my hole once I lubed it up. I’m a virgin, but have been playing with my ass since I was 16 years old, I can’t get enough. Love inserting more and more fingers in my ass and cannot wait till I get a real cock up there, and cum as well. I’m so turned on by unprotected sex. At school it was drummed into us that this is wrong, but I don’t care, you like what you like. I had been watching porn for about 10 minutes, I had 3 fingers in my hole, digging them around and feeling amazing, when I heard a tap at the door. I froze instantly not knowing whether to reply or not. I heard a few more taps and dad calling for me, damn I have to reply. Eventually I’d manage to look respectable again and turned the porn off and called for dad to enter. He wished me well for my birthday and gave me a hug, I carefully hugged him being mindful not to get lube on him from my play session. We spoke quickly about some plans for the day. But the best bit was him saying he was about to go for a shower. Okay dad I replied. I was hard instantly knowing I was about to see him naked again. I waited a minute or so, and once I heard the water running, I walked right into dad’s bedroom. I was surprised this time though as dad had closed the bathroom door, something he’s never done. I quietly made my way to the door, buck naked, hard as a rock and given I had been playing with my ass in my bedroom I immediately inserted 3 fingers up my ass while I reached for the bathroom doorhandle. Next minute, something brushed my back and I jumped, scared half to death. I turned to see dad there in all his glory, his massive cock almost brushing my leg. He leaned in and planted a kiss right on my lips, I was in heaven, I didn’t want it to end, he then invited me to shower with him and I jumped at the idea, following dad into the shower. We immediately started kissing again, while rubbing ourselves together and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. My dad turned the water off and pushed me to my knees in front of him, rubbing the head of his cock over my lips, glazing my lips with his precum. I admired his cock and waistline while licking the tip of his cock. I glanced over and noticed the tattoo on his hip, I had seen a tattoo there while spying on him showering, but wasn’t ever able to make out what it was. I see it’s a biohazard symbol, one which was familiar to me, from some of the porn I watch, but I don’t know its significance. Dad saw me looking at the tattoo, and asked if I like it, hell yeah I do, tattoos are hot I told him. He told me to have a good look at it, really focus on it and then told me to lick and kiss the tattoo. While I did, he said that I’d learn to love this symbol and appreciate its full power. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant but I was so turned on by being so close to his dick, I couldn’t help myself, I needed to move things along, I sucked his cock for a little bit, getting it nice and wet. I stood up and kissed dad again, before turning my back to him and lined up his cock with my hole. He called me a hot little slut and this only egged me on even more, I wanted to make dad happy and I needed to be fucked for the first time. I pushed back, feeling dads cock start to penetrate me, a sharp burn was felt but it subsided pretty quickly and I felt dad grab my hips and push balls deep into me. I wasn’t expecting that, but fuck it felt amazing, I finally had his massive cock inside me, drooling precum and making my ass wet inside. I was living for this moment, he fucked me so hard, breathing heavily on the back of my neck. It wasn’t long until dad made me beg for his load, he demanded that I tell him to cum deep inside me. But that’s exactly what I wanted, I wouldn’t have had it any other way, I wanted to be like those guys in the porn I watch, wet and dripping cum. Dad leaned down to me, his mouth to my ear, whispering that he was so glad I wanted his loads inside me and that he’d wanted to flood my guts for a very long time. He went on to say today was the day, the day that I give myself to him completely. He told me he owns me, from this day onwards. This was a massive turn on for me, something I wanted also. He pulled my ass into his groin, I felt him go that little bit deeper, feeling his full 9 fat inches inside me. My dad saying - Keep begging for my load Scotty, my toxic load, you’ll be charged up once you take my load, and it’s not your choice bitch, its mine, I own you don’t ever forget that. My reply was simple, cum in me dad, I need it, I’ve wanted it for as long as I can remember, you own my ass, do it, cum in me. That was all he needed to hear, still pulling me into him he growled take my poz load Scotty, my little boy, take my dirty load as I felt his cock throbbing deep within me. I was dripping, worn out, exhausted, satisfied and in love. Everything I had ever wanted from my first sexual experience. I turned to my dad and thanked him, before we cleaned up, dried off and went to his bed. Cuddling while enjoying the afterglow of what had just happened.

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

Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 4 Tyson could only moan with Rod’s cock stuffed in his mouth as I dumped another load on toxic cum inside his ass. I could see Rod grab my brother’s skull between his two hands as he let the new cock sucker, “Time for you to learn that a real man’s cock belongs in a cock suckers throat.” I felt Tyson’s body convulsing and heard a “Oompha” from him and knew that Rod’s cock was inching its way into my brother’s throat as he was being taught the proper way to suck cock. Rod continued to mental challenge Tyson, “That’s it jock boy, suck that cock. Use for throat of yours and make me feel good.” With Rod’s ass right in front of my face I could tell he was slowly working his 9” in and out of Tyson’s throat while providing instruction as he pulled out, “Breath I through your nose before you suck my cock into your throat again.” I continued to work my poz load deeper into my brother’s as I knew something that would help get Rod to cum down Tyson’s throat. I wanted him to know what cum tasted like as he was going to be consuming it frequently over the next two weeks. I leaned in and began to eat Rod’s ass. His moans told me I was thing it right, his comment told me he wanted more, “Fuck yeah Steph, eat my ass. Fuck jock boy, your bro’s going to mage me cum soon. You better be ready to eat some sperm cause I’m going to be feeding you real soon.” I kept my tongue I Rod’s ass as he kept fucking my brother's mouth and throat. I could feel his ass start to clench as ha was getting closer to fling Tyson’s mouth with a load of his own dirty cum. I figured a few more thrusts and Tyson would have those baby makers shot into his tongue. Rod showed a kind streak he rarely shows a but he's skull fucking, “Jock boy better me ready to swallow my sperm cause I’m about to fill your mouth with enough sperm to choke a horse.” I knew Rod always shot huge loads, I’m usually able to keep up but wondered how my bro was going to handle the cum he was about to receive. This action also had be ready to deliver another load before I’d turn his ass over for Rod to breed. Rod was ready to give Tyson his first taste of creamy sperm as I felt his ass spam and he moaned if, “Oh yeah jock boy, taste that dirty sperm. I’m know you’ll enjoy the taste and it’ll go better when I breed your jock boy ass. Just savor the taste. I think you should use my sperm as tooth paste and brush your teeth with it.” With Tyson’s head still I Rod’s hands he finished filling up his mouth as a little dribbled of the corners if his lips and which Rod licked up as I finished filling Tyson’s ass one more time before I was ready to pull out. I was able to grab the toothbrush Rod asked me to have on hand. Rod took the toothbrush from me and as he told Tyson to hold his sperm he inserted the toothbrush into Tyson’s mouth and began to vigorously brush Tyson’s teeth. I knew the objective was to use the toothbrush to massage the virus present on Rod’s jiz into Tyson's gums. Paybacks a Bitch (so is my Brother) Part 4 Not giving Tyson anytime to think I pulled my cock out of his well fucked ass while Rod gave the jock a another slam. It was Rod's turn to fuck Tyson while Steph prepared for his friends to arrive. Rod maneuvered the former straight not onto his hands and knees before mounting his ass. Tyson was in for a brutal fucking. Rod as known for hammering away with his 9 thick cock and this was not going to be any exception. Rod slammed all 9” into Tyson’s hole as my brother yelled out in pain. He quickly grew accustomed to the intrusion as the rush took over Tyson’s mind and body. With the Tina rushing through Tyson’s system he’d be able to handle Rod's pounding. While I got the house ready for the weekends ‘festivities’ Tyson began to moan as Rod pounded away. Rod fucked my brother's body and mind as he continued the verbal assault on Tyson’s sexuality, “Oh yeah, jock boy’s ass is better than his throat. You liking the dirt loads I’m during into your ass?” Tyson was trying to process what he was hearing. He had no clue of the true meaning of what Rod was asking him, he could only moan back. Rod continued, “Jock boy is going to make a good cum dump for our friends. Just wait until we pimp your neg ass out. You’re going to be so popular once the word is out that a fresh, new, young piece of ass is open for breeding.” I was assembling the portable sling he brought over woke Rod was taking his turn breeding my brother. Steph had to pause the assembling of the sling when he heard Rod say, “Is Jock boy ready for my gift?” Tyson was barely able to answer, still moaning when Rod slapped Tyson across his face and asked again, “Is jock boy ready for my gift? I want to hear you ask for my gift.” In his dog fueled brain Tyson answered the only way he knew how, “Give me your gift.” I knew Tyson had no clue what he was really asking for or what he was really getting when Rod’s pace quickened. I knew Rod well enough to know he was fling my brother with good poz cum. As Rod continued to fuck my brother working his freshly added load to the ones I had deposited earlier I went back to assembling the sling. My friends would be arriving soon. Rod had enough time to give Tyson at least once more load. Sure enough Rod deposited his second load as my friends started to arrive. This gave us the time to move my (still) drugged up little brother over to the sling. Several of my friends easily picked him up and carried him over to the sling where he was quickly restrained. I leaned in and kissed Tyson forcing my tongue down his throat just before I told him, “Bro, when this weekend of over, your ass is going to be bleeding com.” I then have my little bro another slam and proclaimed, “The neg, straight, jock boy is open for breeding.

7. Cal I kept my eyes down as I waited for the elevator. I was painfully aware of Hector staring at me; it was impossible for me to meet his eyes after he had used me. What he put me through wasn't that much worse than other scenes; it was the degree that Hector didn't care. I poked the "up" button again, hoping that it would make the elevator come more quickly. It was probably only a few seconds later, but it felt like hours; I was terrified that Hector would make some comment. Finally, the elevator arrived. I stepped on the elevator, ignoring the sudden burn in the depths of my gut. I jabbed "52," wishing only once, that we were on a lower floor. The burning had gotten worse, and I realized that Hector had dosed me. I had only a few more minutes before I was a complete sex-pig. The doors closed, and the elevator began the slow ride up. I pulled out my phone. "Hey. When are you coming?" I texted Vic. Over the years, Vic had fallen in and out of my life. I always welcomed him back, because when he fucked me, it was always amazing. "Soon. One last errand for Sean and me to do." Sean was his partner. "You need some extra?" he added, leaving little question of the nature of the errand. "Just got dosed," I texted back. The burn was continuing. My hunger was only growing. I needed something in my hole. Anything. "That wasn't a no. I'll be there as soon as I can," Vic replied. "And make sure my tweaker boys what get what they need" My ass twitched, thinking about sliding down on Vic's fat eight-inch dick and blowing clouds with him. I'm sure Sean be doing the same with my Jon. The tina was hitting me hard, and the darker thoughts were emerging from hiding. I remembered the way his tina-powdered dick had burned when he forced it in my hole. I remembered the things I had done to please him, and I remembered how much Jon had loved to watch the show. My ears popped, as we cleared the twenty-fifth floor. I rubbed up against the railing, pressing my asshole against the hard brass pipe. I needed to get it together, but I had no idea how much crystal Hector had put inside me. I just needed to keep it normal until Vic came over. He'd dealt with me before, horny and tweaked and hungry. The rest of the ride up seemed to go faster. Of course, no one was getting on or off. I stepped into the condo and kicked off my shoes. The place was quiet, which meant the three men were likely still sleeping in our master bedroom. I could sneak into the guest room, and once alone, I would be able to relax a bit. Of course, in my current mood, relaxing would mean finding a nice dildo and fucking myself with it while I cruised for more men to breed my hole. I was walking through the kitchen, almost to the guest bedroom, when I ran into Seth. "Oh, hi," I said, forcing myself to stay calm. He had been sitting at the counter, staring at his phone. He was shirtless; the bright morning light accentuated his muscles and revealed a light spray of brown hair across his chest. I tried not to react. But when he noticed me, he suddenly stood up. He was wearing a pair of running shorts. The cut and color looked familiar, but my attention was held by the thick pole straining against the fabric. "Oh. Hey," he said. I looked up long enough to see that he was turning red, before my hungry hole forced my attention back to his boner. "I hope you don't mind," he continued. It hit me that he was wearing my running shorts. "I needed something to wear." Him wearing my shorts only made it easier for me to get him out of them. "And if I said it wasn't ok?" "Well," he started. Then he smiled. "Well. I'd have to take them off." "And what would you do if I told you it was ok?" "Hmm." He thought for a second. "Make you take off your shorts for me." In the drug-clouded moment, he was definitely the smarter one of us. "It's cool. You can wear my gear." "Good. I figured. Although it was hard to tell who owned what." I pulled off my shirt. Between the sex and the drugs, it was damp with sweat. I tossed it to Seth. He caught it with a practiced ease. His natural athleticism had reminded me of JP; despite his strength and stamina, Jon was always a bit awkward. Seth buried his nose in my t-shirt. "Goddamn," he said, looking up. He took another deep sniff of my sweaty shirt. "Your sweat." He took another hit, like a cocksucker on poppers. "You like it?" I asked. Seth's free hand dropped to his groin. He ran his palm over the length of his dick. "Fuck yeah. Smells so damn good." He looked up again, his face no longer red with embarrassment, but now red with lust and passion. Before he could say anything else, I stepped right up to him, close enough that, if it were not for the running shorts, our dicks would have touched. I leaned in and kissed him. His lips were just as soft as I remembered, but he surprised me by pushing his tongue into my mouth. He slung the towel over his shoulder, and reached for my ass, squeezing it hard. "You want that ass?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him against me. His cock pressed up against mine. Due to the tina in my blood, the pairing was one of opposites: his masculine hardness against my tina softness. He let go of my ass, and pushed his hand in under my shorts. He felt me up a bit, then paused, then carefully ran a finger along the strap of my jock. It led him directly to my hole. "Sweaty jock strap," Seth muttered. "Nice." "Yeah?" I mumbled. I pushed away from him, stepped back, and turned around, with my legs spread. I carefully pushed down my running shorts, giving Seth a careful show of my ass. Stealing glances back, he was still stroking his shaft. "You want to see me sweat?" I asked him. "Fuck me." "Yeah?" Seth asked me back. "You want this?" The thick ridge of his dickhead was etched into the thin fabric, as he pulled the running shorts tight over his cock. "Hell yeah," I said. I stepped out of my shorts; I was just wearing a pair of sneakers. I was still young enough to pull off college jock, and I made sure that I put it to full effect. "Fucking pound my holes." "Damn. Like one of those soccer jocks in the locker room." "Begging you to fuck him." Seth didn't reply immediately. Instead, he pushed down his shorts, letting his hard fat cock escape. It flopped down slightly; in the daylight, it looked bigger than I remembered. He kicked off the shorts, and then he was naked. Naked and erect, he seemed like a young god, waiting to spread his seed. He grabbed his dick. "You want this, you gotta know. I only bareback." I was bent over, staring at him through my legs. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to him. "I don't use rubbers. Ever." I ran a finger around my hole. It was slick with Hector's sperm; I thought I could almost feel the last few bits of crystal dissolve into the wetness. "Fuck yeah," Seth said. He was stroking his cock. I turned back to face him, and dropped down to my knees. I was a bit taller than Seth, but I leaned in a bit, and my mouth was precisely level with his cock. "Go ahead," he said. "Get me wet." I opened my mouth, leaned in, and allowed his dickhead to slide into me. "Oh god," Seth moaned, as I flicked my tongue over his cockhead. It was already wet with pre-cum, the uniquely sweet taste of youth and innocence. I remembered when my cum had tasted like that; but finishing college had helped me grow up, and moving in with Jon and JP had replaced my innocence with an impish depravity. I didn't regret the loss. It wasn't even a loss; it was just my life then was different. Seth ran his hand over my head. It was a casual, but intimate touch. He was laying claim to me for at least as long as it took to get off. The crystal made it so easy to give myself up to the blond muscle god. Fuck. And the night before, it was me who was fucking his mouth. He pushed me down on his dick, almost instinctively pressing harder when I choked, and forced me to take another inch of his cock. "Get me wet," he grunted, and pushed still more of his dick into my throat. "Mmmph," I grunted, suddenly aware that I could no longer breath. At least it was not an unfamiliar situation for me; it had barely been an hour since I had serviced Josh. Before I even knew I should gag, I repressed the instinct. Seth noticed. "Fuck, man, massage my dick like that again." He held my head in place and forced the last bit of his dickshaft into my mouth. I couldn't help but gag; a few drops of spit drooled from my mouth. "Damn," he said, noticing my reaction. "Fucking choking on it." I nodded in agreement, swallowing as quickly as I could in order to massage the full length of his cock, and ward off the inevitable choking sensation. But before that happened, Seth pulled his dick almost all the way out. "Yeah," I managed to say, before Seth decided that I had recovered sufficiently. "So, why don't you take it all?" Seth pushed his dick all the way back in. He didn't even give me a chance to fully open my mouth, much less prepare my throat for his thrust and penetration. Despite my lack of preparation, I still managed to take almost all of it. Seth rewarded me with a smile. "Fuck that feels good," he said. I nodded my head. His dick was already buried deep in my throat, and breathing was impossible, much less speaking. I was kneeling down and my lips were wrapped around his shaft. Once more, I was a cocksucker, and I was reveling in the simplicity of the role. All I had to care about was pleasuring Seth. Anything else was secondary. I continued sucking him off, working my way all the way down his shaft, then focusing on his head, then back down to the base. It didn't matter what I did; the young man was horny enough that anything I did elicited a moan of pleasure. Finally, he managed to speak. "I want to fuck you," Seth said, pushing me off his cock. It was a brief shock, to suddenly have no cock in me at all. I stared at the stiff shaft right in front of me, watching it glisten from my spit and his pre-cum. I wanted to suck on it all morning long. But I also wanted him to fuck me with it. "Sure," I said. I stood up, grabbed Seth by the balls, and gently lead him to the kitchen counter. "Just need a bit of lube," I said. "Of course," Seth said. I opened the cabinet. It was the one filled with our meds, vitamins, and supplements. But it also had bottle of poppers. I reached back behind the bottles of Triumeq and found the small brown bottle. I noticed Seth staring at the multiple shelves of pills. "Yeah," I said. "That's what we deal with." "Well, I've got one. And I still have to remember to it," Seth said. "I need to do that this morning." "But there's something you need to do first," I reminded him. The delay was mutually beneficial. I wanted to get fucked by him, and I wanted him to be my poz-brother. It was probably the tina talking, but there was a bond between the two of us. It was more than just the traditional bond of a cocksucker and a dickdonor. It was something deeper, something closer to what I felt for Jon or JP. I felt a bond with him. I wanted him for more than just a fun weekend stealth pozzing. I wanted him to share the full experience of male sexuality with me, even the darkest and most depraved moments. I was familiar enough with the feelings that I knew it was mostly the crystal talking, but I didn't care. His young cock was hard, nestled in my ass crack. "Yeah?" Seth asked. His dick was now pressing up against my hole. He was gently rubbing it back and forth. It wouldn't take much for it to slip into me. "What do I need to do?" "Fuck me," I said. I reached for the bottle of olive oil on the counter, and let a few drops fall from the spout and onto Seth's dickhead. "Wait, is that safe?" Seth asked. "I thought you shouldn't use olive oil." I smiled. He was like a wary puppy dog, constantly checking in and reminding himself that he wasn't putting himself at risk. "It's just not safe for condoms." I made a show of looking around. "I don't see any condoms around here." "I don't want a rubber coming between us," Seth said. "I don't want anything between us," I replied. I poured more of the oil on Seth's dick. He stroked his shaft a few times, making sure it was properly greased up. "Give it to me," I said, as I took a long hit from the poppers. "Hell yeah," Seth said, and pushed his dick up against my hole. The poppers hit, and all I wanted was his dick inside me. My hole stretched open and his dickhead pushed into me. I could barely put up any resistance; I was still recovering from Hector's fucking. "Oh, fuck!" he grunted, as his stiff shaft slid into my hole. I was hungry, and Seth's cock was exactly what I was craving. "OH FUCK," Seth grunted again. "Your hole is fucking swallowing my dick." "OH FUCK," he repeated himself. I knew exactly what his dick was feeling. The heat of a worked-out hole. The wetness of a loaded-up hole. The hunger of a tweaked-out hole. It was his first time, and it was going to be memorable. "That feels so," he trailed off. The words for the feelings didn't really exist in any human language; we were powerless to describe them. "Be quiet," I said. It was better not to try. "Focus on my hole. Focus on fucking it." "Hell yeah," he said. It wasn't really a thought. It was just an acknowledgement that the animal had been unleashed. He pulled out from me suddenly, then before I could even gasp, he slammed back into me. Even though I had just been raped by Hector, I wasn't prepared for the vigor and youthful intensity of Seth's pounding. "Damn, this is nice. Your hole feels so fucking hot." He pulled out, then pushed back into me. Each of the strokes had gotten him a bit deeper in my hole, until now, I felt his balls hit my ass. "So, fucking...fucking...welcoming." It was easy to let myself to relax and to allow him to penetrate me. Even the merest thought of protest had been washed from my mind by the insistent, unrelenting clouds. "And so damn wet," he said. He paused for a second, his dickhead deep in my guts. He pulled out. It was slow and deliberate, and he didn't pause until just the tip was barely in my hole. "Wet," he grunted, then pushed his cock all the way into me. He wrapped a muscular arm around my chest and pressed his head against mine. "Is this how I felt when I was full of cum?" I asked. I clenched my ass around his dick. He had felt Hector's semen. "I dunno," I said. "What does it feel like to you?" "Oh god," Seth said. His dick twitched and dribbled some pre-cum. There was one more man's DNA in my hole. "So many feelings. Dark. Sexy. Dangerous. Exciting. Dirty. Arousing. Depraved. Sleazy." He paused for a second, thrusting his hips against my ass, forcing his cock deeper into me. "Only one feeling. Pleasure." I twisted back, and our lips met. He forced his tongue into my mouth, asserting his control over me. We kissed forever, his cock finding a perfect rhythm to fuck me, and my hole accepting every thrust. With his other hand, he reached around and grabbed the basket of my jock strap. I was surprised enough to break off the kiss. "Yeah," I said, finally answering his question. "Yeah. That's how you feel when you're full of cum." "Goddamn," Seth said. "Fucking like nothing else." "You've never done it before?" I asked. Somehow, I had just assumed Seth had topped raw before. "Once. And it was amazing. But you're, god. astounding. So, fucking wet. So, fucking..." "Hungry?" I asked, as I pushed back on his shaft. "Yeah. Hungry." His hand wrapped around my cock. I had just started to party, and I wasn't yet totally soft. "But?" Seth asked, expecting my long, stiff erection of the previous night. "I'm getting fucked this morning," I said. "That's all you need to focus on." "Fuck yeah," Seth said. "Could fuck this hole every morning," he continued, but I barely heard his words. His cock was deceptive; it looked only slightly thicker but normal. As impossible as it seems, Seth's dick had managed to stretch me out well beyond what Hector's dick had done. I could only think about the dick in my hole. It was massaging my prostate, and the fabric of my jockstrap had gotten wet. The slow leak of pre-cum was now a steady dribble. "Goddamn! Your hole is so fucking wet." He leaned in to kiss me once more. Our bodies pressed against each other; his skin was warm and sweaty. Our tongues explored each other's mouths; I hoped he couldn't taste the cum in my mouth. "How many loads you have in you?" he asked. He pressed his dick into me; I could feel the cum seep around his fat cockhead. "How many men fucked you?" "Only one," I said. "One load." I had swallowed Josh's load. But swallowing didn't count. True sharing was taking a load in my ass. "One man." It seemed like such a small number. I had long ago lost track of the number of men that had cum in me. "Only one?" Seth asked. "Feels like more." "He cums a lot." "Not the first time?" "Not at all." "And was he?" Seth paused for a moment, but his cock remained hard. "You know. Poz." "I didn't ask." Doesn't matter, does it?" Seth slammed his cock deep into me. He dribbled some precum, pulled out, then pushed back into me. "No," he said. "Not these days." "Or for me. Doesn't matter if he's poz or not." Seth pushed into me and let out a gentle moan of satisfaction when I said "poz." His cock also let out some more pre-cum. I had seen hints of it the night before, but now it was achingly clear. The boy was getting turned on by poz talk. "I can take any load I want," I continued. "How long for you?" Seth asked me. I wondered if he remembered asking the same question the night before. He was a bit stoned and had repeated himself several times. "Six years." "And they were the ones?" Seth asked. "Yeah." "You were a bugchaser?" He remembered the night before. I had told him my story. He remembered what I had called myself. "Yeah. What do you think?" He shivered slightly. From his cock, the fear and excitement that bug chasing gave him was easy to feel. He just needed a way to rationalize taking loads; my family would be more than happy to remind him about the failure rates of PrEP. Coupled with his growing distaste for rubbers, it would be just a matter of time before he would be the one dripping cum from random men. "It's kinda exciting. And scary too." "I know. It is. At least you have PrEP." "Was it just Jon and JP?" Seth asked. He hadn't asked about that part last night. "No," I said. "Not at all." "How many?" His dick was dripping. "A lot," I said. "More than I can count." "Fuck," Seth said. His dick was harder than ever, and his breathing had the rapid, shallow cadence that I associated with a man reaching orgasm. "That's so fucking hot." "You want to add your load to my collection?" I asked. Slow and steady. Over the years, I knew it was easier and better for them to say it first. Seth wasn't quite ready. But he was close, and I would help pull him closer to the line. "Fuck yeah," Seth grunted. His hips were slamming against my ass, thrusting his hard cock deep into me. The slightest nudge would send him over the edge and Seth would tumble into complete gratification. "Fucking fill you up." "Breed me," I grunted. It would only be my third load of the day. Under the influence of the tina coursing through my veins, three seemed like only a good start. Seth was pounding my hole hard. Between him and Hector, I was going to be sore the next day. But it would be worth it, because I would have gotten all their loads. "Fill me with your sperm." "Hell, man. You're gonna get." He pulled out, and then, with all the force he could muster, he slammed his cock into me. "Get it all," he continued. His dick stiffened. It was almost a length of additional penetration. "All of it," he grunted. His dick pulsed and then there was the unforgettable feeling of heat and wet in my gut. He was cumming in me. "Give it to me," I grunted, encouraging him to continue. My head was spinning, and his orgasm was the only thing that mattered. I squeezed tight around his shaft. It was critical that I milk Seth dry. I needed to get every drop of seed from him that I could. "Fucking breed me." "Take it," Seth grunted. His hips were bucking since they were no longer under any conscious control. "Fucking take my load." His cock was the only thing that mattered, and he was using my hole for his fullest pleasure, utterly ignoring the impact he had on me or my stretched-out ass. "Goddamn," he exclaimed, as his dick slid slowly back into my hole. He was dribbling out sperm at the same time, so he smeared a thick layer across the full depth of my hole. "Fucking be my spermbank." "Oh fuck," I grunted. My hole was tingling from the new addition; I already knew that just his load would not be enough. Vic would be here shortly; he could give me another load. Plus, Vic's load would be a proper poz load. "Fucking load me up." Vic's cock would be bigger than Seth's, plus he liked his fucks rough and intense. I'd need all the lubrication I could get. "Fill me with your sperm." Seth pulled me tight against him, and he kissed me. I could hardly refuse him; he was still busy unloading his seed into my ass. But the kiss was almost more intimate than the simple, automatic act of fucking. That kiss was something very special; it brought us closer together, beyond just exchanging loads of semen. "Wow," he finally said. "Thanks," he continued. "Thanks?" I asked. "For?" "For taking my dick. For letting me cum in you. For you holding my load and cock, tight in that raw ass of yours." "Of course. And thank you. For pounding my hole. For loading me up with your seed." "Yeah," he said. There was a boyish charm to him, just enough for me to almost read too much into his smile. Still, we kissed again, sharing like two brothers should. "So fucking hot," he said. Our kisses had taken up several minutes, and his dick had gotten a bit soft. He shifted his weight slightly. "Fuck," he grunted, as his dick started to slide out of my ass. "Wait," I moaned, trying to adjust my own posture to keep his dick inside me. Unfortunately, he wasn't quite hard enough and I was overly tweaked enough that his tool fell out of my ass with a wet pop. "Fuck," I grunted. "Your hole. So fucking wet," he said. "So hot. So dirty." "I know. You cumming in me. Breeding me." I noticed I had left a bottle on the counter. It was an old bottle of meds; I opened it and peered in. At the base were several pills, shaped like dicks. I grinned to myself. It was a stash of E I had forgotten about. I shook one out and quickly swallowed it. All Seth saw was me taking one of my HIV-meds. Although, in some way they were. They made it easier for me to spread my disease. "How often?" Seth asked me. "A few pills a day. It's not bad." "A bit like me. It's already one pill a day." "Yeah, it's pretty easy to stick with the routine," I said. "Speaking of which," I continued. "Have you taken yours yet?" "No," Seth said. "But, um, where's my bag?" "The duffle bag?" I asked. Despite Seth just injecting his cum into me, I was still hungry. I had done too much crystal too quickly, and all I could think about was dick. I wanted more dick. I found my phone and started to text Vic again. "Yeah. I thought I left it in here," Seth said. "I took it to the bathroom," I said. But, that was a little ambiguous. There were a lot of bathrooms in the apartment. "Um, where's the bathroom from here? I'm kinda lost." I tapped out a quick message to Vic. "Yeah. It's a bit over the top, I know. Jon did well with a start-up." I stood up and motioned for Seth to come. I read the text over one last time. "I need dick. Your dick." I hit send.

If you’ve ever been to Midtown Spa in downtown Los Angeles you know the rooms don’t have full walls between them. The walls separating room down go all the way to the floor. This one time I was taking a break in my room watching porn and I heard the door in the room next to me close. The guy in that room was hooking up and getting his ass fucked hard. After taking a very verbal pounding for about 30 min I hear the guys thanks each other and first one leaves then the occupier of the room leaves. The trash can was there between the rooms so I reached under and found the used condom full of warm spunk in the trash. I pulled it out and proceeded to lick the cum out of it. Ising it to jack off and fingered a little in my ass. I came hard and fast fantasizing I has getting pounded like my neighbor. Everytime I go now I hope for the same thing to happen.

Fuck stud want ur highly toxic venom breeding me so bad! U get around? Might be in Chicago next month also maybe Seattle or maybe u can visit. No one seems able to convert me!

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hot story . i was given .5 slam last weekend and got bred blindfolded n tied up by i dont know how many raw cocks at s hotel room .

Omg so hot! Tina did nothing to me w women, a gay friend who I let suck my dick told me I should try Tina n I'd relax n have more fun. He broke out the glass dick n showed me how to hit it, omg it made my body tingle. He shot up as I got high af, suddenly Jim was rubbing my dick n said take off ur clothes. I did, n he sat staring at me, u got a hellavu body Neal, how u feel? Omg I'm horned up as hell! it didn't do this to me w women. Neal, give in to what u want, I've always could tell u were in the closet. U said ur bi c urious, not after tonight. He kissed me deep, he tried before but I pushed him away. Not this time, we shared the best kiss I ever had. I had been fantasizing about us just going at it, I had a feeling that I'm not bi but gay. We had our hands all over each other, when we finally came up for air, Jim said, I've always wanted u, n it looks like I got u to let down ur guard n give in. I've never wanted a man so bad, this shit has me wanting it bad. I grabbed his cock n started jerking it. Before I knew it, I was sucking it n was turned into a 69. I just took to it, then he said Want a booty shot? I was so high n said yes, I felt him stick a syringe in my hole n pushed the plunger. My ass was on fire n he said, in a minute ull be wanting dick in there n I'm gonna fuck ur brains out. That made me suck him harder, he sucked me while stretching my hole. The porn showed a guy getting folded in half by a hung stud, as he begged n moaned. I couldn't take it anymore, I begged Jim to fuck me. He did, for hours it seemed, bareback of course, he talked dirty to me saying hes going to fuck me gay.

Long Weekend – Part 8 Carl and Mike gave me a tour of their beautiful home, starting on the ground floor with the kitchen, dining room and spacious reception rooms before moving upstairs to a long corridor of guest bedrooms. At the end of the corridor was their room, twice the size of the other bedrooms with two rooms leading off it. The first was the en suite bathroom and the second was their ‘playroom’ with a sex swing in the centre, a fuck bench against the back wall, and racks of toys, leather clothing and fetish gear on either side. Five large flat screen displays dominated the wall above the fuck bench with live video feeds from the guest bedrooms and bareback porn. “And through there is your room”, said Mike as he gestured to a black door almost completely hidden from view in the back corner of the playroom. “Go on, have a look”, said Carl, “I hope you’ll enjoy living here with us”. I pushed open the black door and cautiously stepped through. I was expecting a stained mattress on the floor with a couple of dirty blankets and a pile of drug paraphernalia. I was surprised to find a large double bed with crisp white linen and matching bedroom furniture. The drawers of the dresser were open and a wide array of jockstraps, thongs, and other horny underwear were waiting for me. “These are the only clothes you’ll need around the house. Your cunt will always be on show and ready for use. No is not a word you can use”, said Mike with a smile on his face. “Yes Sir”, I replied. “There’s no need for ‘sir’ round here, just call us Carl and Mike, but we do own you” said Mike. I nodded and started getting undressed. Carl walked up behind me as I was bent over taking off my shoes and slipped a finger into my sensitive hole. I moaned and looked up to see Mike rubbing his crotch, his bulge swelling in his fitted trousers. With his finger still in my hole, Carl lent forward and said, “There is every type of drug you could want in the cabinet over there, have whatever you want and be waiting for us in the sling in 10 minutes”. “Blindfolded”, added Mike, “and don’t forget the poppers, you’ll need them”. They walked out and left me excited and nervous. I quickly finished getting undressed, chose a hot jockstrap from the drawer, and went over to the cabinet of chems. I started with Viagra tablet and a large bomb of mcat with a glass of GHB and Red Bull. Then I prepped a couple of slams of crystal meth and was closing the cabinet when I saw a bag of the mysterious white powder with the winky smiley on. I wet my finger with spit, dipped it in the bag and covered it with the powder before fingering myself with it. I could already feel the drugs taking effect so grabbed the slams, the poppers and blindfold and headed into the playroom. All five of the flat screen displays were showing porn: young smooth toned guys getting bred by hung older guys of every shape and colour. I lay back in the sling and gave myself the two slams, coughing hard after each one. I put on the blindfold and held the fresh bottle of poppers under my nose, the chemical aroma filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply. I was flying. I heard the door from the master bedroom open and bare feet walk towards me. My arse was right at the edge of the sling and my feet were held up in leather stirrups leaving my hole completely exposed. The feet walked around the sex swing, then a second pair walked in and closed the door. I heard the sound of lube being dispensed from a bottle then just the background noise from the porn. They walked around me, the suspense of not knowing what they were about to do made my drugged-up mind race. One of them gave the instruction “Poppers” and I complied, taking several deep huffs, feeling my hole relax and the need to be filled grew. “Please use me and breed me” I begged, “ I want your toxic loads inside me, I need them, please”. Without warning, one of them held my arse cheeks open and the other forced his lubed fist straight into me and then started brutally punch fucking my hole. I felt a burn like nothing I had felt before, shards of crystal meth in the lube were being forced into my guts with each punch and my hole felt like it was on fire. Then as it started to take effect I started to beg for it harder and faster, my cunt craved the brutal assault it was getting and soon he was fisting me with both hands together. After five minutes of double fist fucking he pulled them out together and my worn out hole gaped and was filled with rosebud. “Push” they said together and as I did, my arse prolapsed and they started rubbing more shards into my exposed pink guts. Mike took Carl’s place between my legs and grabbed my prolapse with both hands and pushed his massive black cock into it and started fucking me mercilessly. I moaned and begged for his poisonous load so he gripped my thighs and pounded my wrecked cunt before grunting and filling me with shot after shot of thick white cum. He slowly fucked me, smearing his toxic cum all over my battered insides, before sliding out of me and putting his cock in my eager mouth. As I licked and sucked the mixture of juices and chems off his cock, Carl positioned the head of his pierced cock at my gaping hole and forced all eleven inches into me in one go. His fuck was slow and deep, feeling every crease of my insides with his sensitive cock, precum leaking from around the fat piercing and mixing with Mike’s huge load. Mike grabbed a weighty dildo off the racking and slid it, dry and unlubed, into my hole next to Carl’s cock. The stretch in my cunt felt amazing and the new tightness caused Carl to unload his heavy balls deep inside me. “Don’t move” instructed Mike as Carl pulled out of me and they left the room. I was blindfolded, my arse had been destroyed, I was dripping with poz cum, and I was happier than I ever thought possible.

I had an affair with a married cop for 2 1/2 year a couple years ago. He was 250 lbs of solid muscle. 6'3" and a former Marine with a high and tight flat top haircut. 40 years old. A classic image. What a man he was. And best of all, he was dumb as a board. lol. Your typical big dumb oaf. Man how I loved it when he picked me up and fucked me while I hung around his neck. He made me feel like I want a man to make me feel. Kissing him was amazing.I had to cut him off because it was getting way too deep and he was married. But yeah, the cop fantasy does it for me too.