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Part 93 - Opportunities Ric got back to the hotel and walked up to the room. While he had dumped two loads in the client, he still wanted to fuck. Maybe his dad would like to play or maybe he could find some cruising spots online. He didn’t want to hookup in the room in case his dad walked in and he already had done one three-way and wasn’t interested in another one today. He wanted the attention he could get from a one on one fuck. Ric got to the room and heard some noises from inside but didn’t know if it was the TV or his dad getting some action. He unlocked the door and slowly opened it checking to see if the safety lock was up. The door didn’t bump into it, so he opened it further. Laying on the floor in a pile was a hotel uniform and on the bed with his legs wrapped around Frank’s waist was one of the hotel workers. Ric shook his head as Frank turned to him and said “You want a go? He’s a great fuck and already lubed.” Ric sighed and said “No dad, I don’t want your sloppy seconds. I’ll be back in an hour.” Ric walked out of the room and wandered around the hotel. He realized that he only had his escort phone with him so his dad couldn’t text him when he was done. He sat down in the lobby and watched the people come and go, glancing at the phone waiting for the hour to expire. The phone buzzed and he saw he had a few new emails. He read through a few, some were spam and others were asking about escort services. He replied to one that seemed to be serious and got to the most recent message. The title of the email was “unique opportunity.” He almost deleted it without reading it, except that the preview caught his eye. He opened it and it read “Hello. A friend of mine thought you would be perfect for a filming session we are about to do. My friend said I needed to contact you ASAP since you will be in town only a day or two more. If you are interested in doing a scene in an adult film that requires someone with your special gift, please call me. Slick Palm, Esq.” There was a phone number listed at the bottom of the message and Ric re-read the message several times. He had only told a few people where he would be this weekend so it had to be one of them. “Adult film?” Ric thought. It might be interesting, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want anyone to know that he was escorting, much less doing porn. Once the video got out, it would be all over the internet and it might screw up a “normal” career after he graduated. He decided he had some time to kill before going back to the room, so he might as well call to find out more. “Hi, you sent me an email a half hour ago about a unique opportunity?” Ric said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. “Ah… yes… Is this Austin?” a deep voice asked. “It is” Ric replied. “I know the message was vague. I assume you might be interested but need more information?” the guy said. “Mmmhmm” replied Ric. “Well, I don’t really want to get into specifics over the phone. How long are you going to be in town?” the guy asked. “I’ll be around all day tomorrow and then until about noon on Sunday” Ric answered. “Ah, ok. We would have to do something tomorrow then. Can you meet this evening to talk further? I’m at the Grand Palace Hotel. Is that convenient?” asked the guy. “Uh, I think that’s down the street from the hotel I’m at. When would be a good time?” Ric asked. “How about now? I’m in room 702” the guy said and Ric agreed. As he was walking over to the other hotel, Ric realized he hadn’t showered since the client meeting. The butterflies in his stomach now were now swarming. He prayed that he wouldn’t have to undress or get really close to anyone, since they could probably smell the dried cum and sweat on his body. He got to the room and took a deep breath before knocking. The door opened and a there stood a guy about Ric’s height but about 25 pounds heavier and 30 years older standing in front of him in khakis and a polo shirt. His dark hair was graying and he had a bushy mustache. “Hi, I’m Ari aka Slick Palm. Nice to meet you Austin. You look even better in person. Uh.. have a seat.” Ari directed him to a pair of chairs that was separated by a small round table by the window. “So, a bit of background. I’m a manager for several well known adult film stars. I deal with the studios and take care of the legal BS so my clients can just do what they’re good at. The most well-known client I have is working on a project to sell to a studio as a complete video. He has been disappointed with the editing of the last two, so he is demanding full control. He’s well known as a prep user in the industry and will film with anyone so he’s been paired with a wide variety of other stars” Ari explained. Ric nodded and waited for how he would fit in to the project. “So, the theme of this video is my client getting fucked bare and filled with cum from detectable HIV positive men. We have shot three scenes so far and are very happy with them. We need one more. Now, the thing is that my client stopped taking PrEP a few weeks before filming started. No one knows this except for the actors and myself. My client wants to have this video out there and no one except for a select group of people to know that it documents his infection” Ari continued. “Fuck, that’s sick” Ric replied. Ari smiled and nodded. “It’s his choice and he really wants to do this. Now, and this is where you come in, we need to do another scene, but the budget won’t allow us to use any of the big name actors. Most of the poz ones are on meds anyway and my client wants it to really happen on film. He’s getting quite irritable since he has been limiting his sexual encounters to just our filmed scenes. So far, we have filmed a scene and waited three or four weeks before he then gets tested. So far, he is still negative.” “So you want to film me breeding him and see if he gets pozzed up?” Ric asked. “Exactly. We only need one more scene and the one that ends up in the final product will be the guy that succeeded. Does this interest you?” Ari asked. “Yeah, it sounds cool. But…” Ric said, pausing for several seconds as his mind raced. “What more do you want to know?” asked Ari. Finally, Ric said “If I did it, I really don’t want people to be able to recognize me in the video. I’ve seen porn scenes where guys wear masks but they’re really cheesy or they look like bank robbers. Many times you can even tell who it is. And… how do I know he’s not going to change his mind and sue me or get me thrown in jail? Uhhh, and last… can we really do this by tomorrow night?” Ari smiled back. He picked up a piece of paper that had several pictures of Ric from his escort ad and a couple private ones that he had sent to prospective clients and looked them over. Ric saw what they were and was surprised. Ari said “Those are pretty good questions. Uh… I think we can come up with a way to obscure your face and with editing we can probably cut out any close ups of your chest tattoo. Without that, you could be just about any latino porn actor. As far as changing his mind, I doubt that would happen. We can easily have him sign a document acknowledging that he knows your status and is willingly having unprotected sex with you. And yes, we can do this by tomorrow night, we will just need two to three hours of your time. Is there anything else you want to know before we go any further?” “Uh, I guess the other important thing is how much does it pay?” Ric asked. Ari wrote down a number on a stickie and gave it to Ric. “Its a flat rate. There are no things like royalties you might get on a Hollywood production” Ari added. Ric had no idea if he was getting screwed over or if it was a fair amount and he couldn’t really call anyone to ask them. It seemed like a decent amount of money - it was a lot more than what he would make on a 3 hour escort job. If things went like Ari said they would and he could keep his anonymity, he thought that this could be a great job. Besides, they were paying him to fuck a porn star. “I guess it’s ok. What is your share and what’s next?” Ric asked. Ari chuckled “I get paid to put it together, so that’s all yours. Cash, by the way, paid after the scene is filmed and we’re happy with your work. As for what’s next… well, I need to inspect the goods. No sex mind you, but I need to see you naked and make sure everything works.” “Uh, I’m a bit grungy from earlier. Can I quickly run through the shower?” Ric asked. Ari laughed and said “Of course, but first, please swab your gums with this. Once on top, once on bottom.” Ric took the test stick and did as he was told and handed it back to Ari. He went into the bathroom and quickly stripped his clothes off. He washed himself off as fast as he could, making sure that his cock was clean and the dried cum under his foreskin was gone. He dried off and decided since Ari wanted to see him naked anyway, there was no sense in putting his clothes back on. He walked back into the main area and Ari looked up over the papers he was reading. “Mmm, good. You’re not shy about being naked around strangers. I’m always surprised when porn actors are. You definitely are endowed like I was told you were. Can you stroke it the rest of the way hard?” asked Ari. “This is soft, but yeah” Ric said as he reached down and started to jack his cock while his other hand was flicking one pierced nip. He closed his eyes briefly and his go-to image when he needed to get hard quick was Dave, uh Joe, riding his cock and taking his virginity shortly after they met. His cock was soon at it’s full glory. He looked over at Ari who was licking his lips. He remembered that Ari had said “no sex” so instead of moving closer and brushing his cock over Ari’s lips, he just modeled it showing both sides, top and bottom and his lightly hairy balls. He even turned around and showed his furry ass. “Very nice” Ari said as he looked him over. “Your skin is perfect, the body hair gives a nice accent and is trimmed just right. The biohazard tattoo gives you that ‘bad boy’ edge. Shame we will have to edit out the other tattoo and no one will get to see that sexy face” Ari said with his voice trailing off. Ric was a little embarrassed listening to Ari critique him but it did boost his ego. “Thanks, Joe” he thought. Ari looked down at his watch, then looked at the test and smiled. Ari then said “You can get dressed now. We will meet in this room tomorrow night at seven. Please be here showered and ready to go. We’ll provide something to cover your face, any props and lube. Think about a name to use for the credits, it can be your escorting name or something else.” Ric went into the bathroom and put his clothes back on as he listened to the rest of Ari’s comments. “Thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow” was all he said as he walked out the door. He had been in the room for almost two hours and figured his dad was probably done by now. He headed back to his hotel wondering if it was a good or bad idea to do this porn shoot. He was curious as to who had recommended him for the job but realized that his pics were going to get out and he had no control over it. The same would be true for the video. — Frank told the hotel worker to get dressed and to get back to work after Ric left. He really wanted to watch his son fuck another guy and he wondered why Ric didn’t want to join him but shrugged it off. He showered and waited for Ric to come back to the room. It had been over an hour and he started to get worried. He put on some shorts and a tee shirt and went searching around the hotel for Ric. He looked all over - the lobby, the gym, the pool, even the bar. On his second loop he stopped at the bar and ordered a drink and sat down. In less than five minutes a guy moved over and sat next to him The flirting was nonstop from the tall, older businessman. Frank figured he was in his early sixties, with a shaved head, a single earring in his left ear and a confidence about him. When Frank sipped the last of his whiskey down, the guy said “Lets take this to my room.” They walked to the elevators and then to the older guy’s room with only a few words said between them. As soon as the door closed, Frank was slammed to the wall by the older guy who started kissing him roughly. “Ready to be my bitch?” the guy said as he pulled away, grabbing Frank’s shirt and tugging him towards the bed. Frank pulled his shirt off and then pushed his shorts down, leaving him in just a pair of briefs. The older guy laughed as he unzipped his pants and said “I figured you were a little bottom slut. Now suck my cock.” Frank reached in and pulled the guy’s underwear down and pulled out a thin seven inch cut cock with a bend to the right. He licked at the tip and began to suck, first on just the head and then slowly going down. The guy started forcing Frank’s head down on his cock, making him gag. “Choke on it, slut!” the guy barked out. Frank slobbered over the cock and kept taking it down into his throat where he would squeeze around the cock and then pull off to gasp for air. Suddenly the guy pushed Frank’s head off his cock and yelled out “On the bed, show me that ass.” Frank complied and stood there on his knees at the edge of the bed. Whack! He felt the guys flat hand smack his right ass cheek. Whack! The left side got the same treatment. “Why the fuck do you still have your underwear on? You think that’s gonna stop me from fucking your ass?” the guy said with disgust. Frank reached back to push his shorts down but was too late. The guy grabbed Frank’s shorts and ripped them open over his ass. The guy roughly shoved a finger into Frank’s hole. “Damn, I expected a load or two in there from a pig like you. Just going to be spit then” growled the guy as he hacked up some saliva and spat it on Frank’s exposed hole. Frank spread his legs a bit wider, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy fuck. Sure enough, he felt the guy ram his cock in all the way to the base. “FUCK!!!!!” Frank screamed out as his body spasmed around the sudden intrusion. A few seconds later the guy started to drill Frank’s ass. His hole was burning but the guy didn’t care. Frank begged for more spit but was ignored. The curve to the cock was digging into the side of Frank’s bowels in a way he had never felt before. Their bodies slapped together as Frank’s hole was pummeled. The guy started to pull all the way out with each thrust, only to slam back in to Frank’s swollen pussy. The guy growled again and the pounding continued. Frank figured the guy wouldn’t last much longer and he was right. He felt the cock start to swell inside him and was battering his hole even more with the increased thickness. The guy lunged in, grabbing Frank’s hips and began to pump his load inside. The spurts seemed to last forever and Frank was happy that the pounding was over. Whack! Frank felt another hard slap on his right ass cheek and waited for the one on the left, but it never came. Once the last shot of cum pumped out, the guy pulled his softening cock out of Frank’s ass. Frank stood there stunned at what just happened but was jolted back to reality when the guy barked “Get out of here, now, slut!” Frank rolled off the bed and grabbed his shorts, pulling them on and grabbing his shirt before quickly heading to the door. “I wouldn’t fuck your wife any more, that’s a pretty potent mixture of bugs in your ass” the guy said as Frank opened the door. He got out into the hallway and heard the door close before he leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Looking at his phone, he had been inside for less than twenty minutes but he was sore and exhausted. He put on his shirt and headed back to his room to wait for Ric to return.

It had to be done. He had to be done. We had chatted for ages, over a year, but the time was now. He was never closer than he was today. Barely 100 miles away, his pleas where as persistent as ever. He sent me his address and postcode. As I excitedly left the house, I stopped to pick up a few items which we would need. As I was driving along the M4 I was imagining what this boy-wolf was really like, and what his body would feel like against mine. What his ass would feel like around my cock. What his lips would feel like against mine. Would I be able to do it? Would I get there and fall in love with this half boy half animal creature? I had always said that, no matter what I felt for a boy, a job is a job. I thought I might struggle with this one as he was so very sweet with blond hair and a beautiful body. Thankfully I didn’t have to ponder long as my journey flew past. The time had come and it was now or never. I rang the bell and he buzzed me up. Upon opening the door to his flat I found him in the hallway awaiting me, naked and bent over – ready to accept what I, as his new Daddy, was going to give him. "Come on, Daddy. Get naked and breed my neg boy ass,” he offered as a greeting. Well, who was I to refuse? I never before undressed so quickly. He was still bent over, hands down by his ankles. It could not have been an easy position to maintain, but I wanted to survey the soon-to-be-damaged goods. I felt his perky nipples, covered in a light dusting of blond hair. I ran my fingers through his lovely head of blond hair. I sniffed his arm pits, noting he had, as directed, neither washed nor used deodorant. I inspected his boy cock, all shaven, as per my instructions. I licked under his foreskin finding his cock head decidedly cheesy, as specified. I was in heaven, and he was no less pleased as he moaned in approval. It was time to stop teasing him, and get on with the task. I stood up behind him; he could feel the cold steel of my big PA up against his ass cheek. I gobbed up a load of spit and rubbed it on my dick, and also put just a little bit on his arse. When I impaled him he had to know about it. I didn’t want it to be too easy for him. I was there for a reason, after all, a reason he sought. He wanted to be pozzed. He wanted to submit his body to the ravages of my bug. HIV, the disease they all try to avoid, yet he wanted it. And I was the chosen one. He had had poz cock in his neg ass before this occasion, but he had played safe. But this time he chose me to be his poz daddy. Who was I to argue? No-one understands the immense feeling you get as a poz top when you slide your cock raw into a neg bottom boy. And this one knew what he was getting. Admittedly, sometimes it is eve more fun when the bottom does not know, and, when shooting a toxic load into such a bottom, I inwardly chuckle to myself thinking of the bottom "You have no idea what’s just happened to you. You have no idea of the damage I’ve just done to you – but you will wonder for the rest of your life, ‘who pozzed me?’. Yes, you will remember me for a very long time.” This boy, however, had sought my special gift for a very long time, and would certainly remember how I, in having my way with his ass, had changed the course of his life. Even more clear, when I had done the evil deed, I was taking him to be tattooed. We had the design ready, all we needed was the result. The poz result. HIV+. The big bad love bug. I slammed by raw cock deep into him. He almost lost his footing, it certainly took his breath away. Right in to the balls. I could sense his heart beating fast, and also feel his ass clamp down on my dick. Yeah, he knew what he wanted, and I would make sure this time he was going to get it, by fair means or foul, depending on one’s perspective. Neither of us was going to last long at this rate. I slammed my toxic dick deep in and out, my balls truly banging his ass. I was going to give this bottom his first unrubbered poz load, which iswhat I did in shooting a bigger load into his hole than I ever recall having shot into any other bottom. I fucking thought I might lose consciousness as a consequence of the orgasm. It was that hard. Without touching his dick he came at the same time, of course blowing his load all over the floor. I held his ass cheeks together as I pulled out, wanting to keep my toxic seed in the boy’s neg ass. Turns out, my dick was covered in his blood. I had obviously done some damage. I presented myself for him to clean. Initially he baulked, but a swift knee to the gut told him that was an error. He licked my cock, and on the first go-around his tongue was covered in shit and blood. That was more like it. I told him he could go and lay on the bed, that I would be in shortly. I retrieved a little something from my shirt pocket, went into the bathroom, locked the door and sat on the commode. Using a hand towel, I tied off my arm and took out the insulin syringe I had carried into the bathroom. I found the vein as they do at the clinic, and pulled out 50ml of blood. Good healthy toxic blood. I pulled the needle out, capped the tip, wiping my arm with some toilet roll. Then I went out to find him. He wasn’t expecting this so I told him to close his eyes, explaining I had a surprise for him. He lay on the bed, looking so sweet, eyes closed and in a post-fucked euphoria. I remarked he looked cute, but he was to keep his eyes shut. Boy, was he gonna get it. Uncapping the needle I walked over to him, picked up his hand and played with it, syringe in my mouth. I felt-up his arm and found his vein. BINGO! I took the syringe in my right hand and slid it straight in. Yeah, he jumped but it was too late. He opened his eyes and had a look of horror on his face. There in his arm was a needle full of toxic blood and he knew it. There was no turning back. He asked me why, I told him it was the best way. He looked at me and grinned and said “I’m glad, can I do the honours?” I replied "Feel free, press the plunger and change your life forever.” He looked at me, and, placing his fingers on mine, we jointly pushed down the plunger on the syringe. Soon enough, all my toxic blood was in him. There was no doubt. He was now my bugboi. Time to book the tattooist.

I kept quiet and didn’t say anything to Sky at my appointment Monday about the weekend with Louis. I wasn’t sure if Louis’ comment about not wanting a gay relationship extended to even being friends. Friday, while I was at lunch I sent off a message: “weather good tomorrow, want to go riding?” I figured it would be a good way to show him that being buds or fuck buds was fine with me. I was sitting in a bar with a couple friends later that evening and got a message back. “sounds fun. or we can fix something in your garage ;)” Louis replied. I smiled and was happy that sex wasn’t off the table. But, I had moved too fast the previous weekend so I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. A few messages back and forth and I told him I would meet him at his place at nine the next morning. I was up early and made it to Louis’ apartment about fifteen minutes early. I pulled off the helmet and my leather jacket and leaned against the bike. As I started to type out a message telling him I was there, he came out with a cup of coffee for me. “Gimme five and I’ll be ready” Louis said. I sipped my coffee and waited and he came back down, his jacket over his shoulder wearing a tight tank top, jeans and the flawless boots. His beard looked even shaggier than the week before. “Do you shine those things before you go riding?” I asked. “Gimme a fuckin' break. I don’t ride everywhere I go like you do. I spend more time on trains than bikes” Louis replied back to me scowling. “Let’s see if we can fix that. You need to be back any time soon?” I inquired. “Nope, but I didn’t bring anything if we’re overnighting it” he said with a laugh. That hadn’t crossed my mind but might be fun some other time. I guzzled the last of the coffee down and he held out his arm to take the mug from me. “Ah, Sky finished it. Looks great” I said, noticing the completed tattoo. “Thanks, I’m happy. Now I’m trying to figure out what to do for my next one” Louis said as he opened the car and put the mug inside. He locked it up and then put his jacket on before wheeling his bike out. We took off and tried to avoid all of the Saturday morning traffic. I knew a nice route that should be mostly quiet after the first hour. I normally ride pretty quick, but I wasn’t really sure that was Louis’ style. Our previous ride had been in the city where you’re just trying not to get run over while still looking cool. I pulled in to a gas station to fill the bikes and grab some water or gatorade to stay hydrated as the temperature kept rising. We chatted for a few minutes and then jumped back on the road. I went a bit faster and Louis kept on my tail even when the road got a bit twisty. I was having a lot of fun and I hoped that Louis was too. We had another gas stop and asked “Interested in some lunch?” Louis nodded, so I hopped back on and took off. Twenty or so miles later, I pulled into a bar I knew of that was just off the highway and not too far from a university. It was mid afternoon and I was hot and sweaty and needed a break. I had been here a few times and always had a good time. The clientele was a mixture of locals, bikers and the occasional college guys that wanted to pretend they were badasses for a few hours. We went in and I ordered a pint of beer. Louis insisted on just iced tee saying that he never drank when he was riding. “That’s cool. I like to have one during a break especially if I’m grabbing food. The bratwurst here is great, that’s what I’m having” I replied. We sat down at a table and a few minutes later the bartender brought over our brats. We ate them down while joking about the other customers. They were all in clumps - three older farmers at the bar, seven bikers had pushed a couple tables together, four preppy looking college guys sitting at a table rubbernecking in the back and then us. We finished our food and my beer was almost empty. Louis got another iced tea and was half way done with it when one of the college guys got up and headed to the basement where the bathrooms were. I waited a few seconds and tapped Louis on the arm. “If you’re up for some fun, let’s go downstairs” I said. I left my jacket on the back of the chair and started to the stairs, Louis was behind me after gulping his tea down. I got downstairs and watched the college guy walking towards the end of the building instead of down the hall to the bathrooms. The basement was divided into 3 areas, divided by walls. First was the bathrooms, second was a large room that looked like it could hold banquets. The last was a smaller area that had a partial wall and looked a little like a storage area. I followed the college guy into the storage area and once inside I leaned against the wall. “Looking for the bathroom or something a bit more fun” I asked the guy as I rubbed my bulge. He was right under the lone fluorescent light and it made it easy to check him out. He was blond and pale, around twenty years old, about five foot seven and on the skinny side. He wore a tee shirt and baggy shorts and a pair of sneakers. Well, normally he would be pale, but right now his face was bright red and he was shaking. He didn’t answer my question verbally, but I knew why he was there. “Bathrooms are back there, but I’m guessing you’re looking for some biker dick to suck” I said. Louis was now right next to me and as I moved into the center of the room he followed, the grin on his face getting bigger. “I don’t want any trouble, mister” the guy said, his eyes darting back and forth between Louis and I. “Nah, me neither. I was just hoping those pretty lips were looking for a cock or two. My buddy here just broke up with his girlfriend so I know he could use a good blowjob” I replied. Louis figured where I was going with this and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. I motioned with my hand the way past us to the bathroom and said “Your choice.” The guy walked up to Louis and slowly sunk to his knees on the cold tile floor. He hesitated a moment but then reached up and pulled Louis’ cock out of his underwear. I smiled back at Louis as the guy began to lick his cock. Both of us were sweaty from riding in the sun all day and I was sure that his cock had a nice salty flavor. I let him go for a few minutes before I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down. I pulled my cock out of the side of the pouch on the jockstrap that I had been wearing for nine days without washing it. It had a good funk to it as did my whole body. They guy pulled off Louis’ cock and moved over in front of me and I heard him mutter “fuck” quietly. “Just watch your teeth, it’ll be ok” I reassured him. It took a few attempts before he was able to suck me properly and not gag or bang the piercing on his teeth, but once he got going he was pretty good. It wasn’t his first time at the rodeo. He sucked a few minutes and went back to Louis. A few minutes later he was back on me. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on a box nearby and then said “Shorts too.” The guy didn’t hesitate and soon he was kneeling on the floor in front of me, sucking eagerly on my cock in just a gleaming white jockstrap. After a few minutes he was back on Louis’ cock and I moved behind him, raising his hips up. I kneeled down and looked his cute bubble butt over. It had fine wisps of blond hair over it and his hole was so inviting. I pulled his jock down and he stepped out of it. His cock was rock hard and his balls were hairless until they were resting in my beard as I started licking his hole. I heard him moan and I started poking my tongue inside his hole. I realized I had a packet of lube in my jacket, but that was upstairs. I got him lubed up with spit as best I could and then stood up. Louis’ eyes were glued to me as I rubbed my cock over the college guy’s hole. I pressed in and felt the flesh open up, my cock plowing deeper and deeper until I was planted inside his hole. “Fuck. You got him already” a voice said. I looked and it was one of the other bikers who had wandered down looking for some college ass or mouth. “Stick around, I don’t think he’ll mind a third” I said checking the guy out. He was probably in his late forties, just over six foot with his head covered with a bandana, a black tee, vest and black jeans. His beard hung down to his sizable gut, but I saw the grin and he nodded his head, watching us spitroast the college guy. I started to pump harder and forcing him all the way down on Louis’ cock. Soon I saw Louis fucking his face and hoped he was going to save his load for the guy’s ass. The thought of Louis shooting his load sent signals to my own balls. I hammered his hole and then shoved in all the way as my cock pulsed and sent spurts of cum into the college guy’s pussy. With his hole filled with my seed, I pulled out and saw that Louis was doing the same. We swapped ends and while our cock hungry college guy cleaned my cock, Louis slipped inside and pounded away. I was surprised how energetically our bottom was cleaning my cock and in only a minute he had replaced all the cum he found with a thin layer of spit. I motioned for the older biker to come over and take my place and saw he already had his cock out. I stepped away and tucked my cock back into the jock and buttoned up my jeans. The bottom was eagerly sucking away at the older biker’s cock. I saw Louis trying to hold off, but he growled and then flooded the guy’s fuckhole with his seed. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, since I didn’t know if the older biker was up for fucking after two strangers had bred the college boy’s hole. I shouldn’t have worried, with Louis pulling out the biker was quickly moving to take his place. Louis got the same thorough cleaning as I did and was zipping up a minute later. We both left the biker with the college guy and headed back upstairs. As soon as we appeared, one of the other bikers started moving towards the stairs. I saw that both the biker group and the college guys were staring at us. I just smiled and picked my jacket as Louis got his and we headed out. “Fuck, how did you know that was gonna happen?” Louis asked. I winked at him and said “You got to learn to read the room” as I hopped on and hit the starter. We took a scenic route along the river until we cut back towards the city. We pulled in to his apartment building just after nine. He pointed at a spot for me to park my bike. I followed him upstairs and once inside he pinned me to the wall and kissed me. When we finally stopped a few minutes later he said “That was an amazing day. A lot more fun than when I ride with the other guys I know.”

I don't suffer as bad as this guy but it's a blessing and a curse. It feels like when you're holding in your piss for as long as possible mixed with when you have been edging for what feels like hours. The first few shots are so fucking intense like I am only there to breed until I die. Then mid cum I feel a huge wave of satisfaction and relief and I can feel like my old self (aka my old neg life where I always suppressed my sex drive and urges) take over. I look at myself and sometimes I feel disgust at what I am doing and shame that I just fucked a random guy who is most likely neg with my toxic cum. Then thank God I am already feeling my conscience die as I come back to myself. Am still flooding the pig's guts but I can feel EVERYTHING. It turns me on. The warmth. Smell. Wetness of his ruined hole. All slick in my load and my cock is solid as fuck and I am back to beast mode. I can't help it. Am ready to fuck again until this pig is mine!

I work for myself as a landscaper too, DannyBoyCMH, so understand how that line of work presents all kinds of opportunities for outdoor fun. I’ve also made great use of clients’ garages and garden sheds over the years, always with the slight fear that I’m going to get caught out one time. I’m currently working at a golf course where I frequently invite men over and entertain them in the bushes, particularly now the weather is warming up. Only ever oral, though. I’m too hung up about not being cleaned out to venture into outdoor fucking: working outdoors means I have very limited scope to prep myself.

In the reflection of the glass doors I saw my small framed body ascend the stairs. I was so glad no one saw me come in. I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, as I approached the window. "Room or locker?" "Room, please." I quickly paid the attendant, and he handed me a towel and a key. Hastily I beat a retreat through the inner door, my heart pounding a mile a minute. I strolled down the crimson hall, closed doors on either side, hunting for my room. A naked man passed by, and I almost died! I couldn't believe I was finally there. I was scared yet excited. If it weren't for the Internet, I wouldn't have known the place was there. A couple guys approached, one wearing a towel, one not. I glanced at the nude guy's Cock—so long and thick—and soft like mine! I glanced at the floor to avoid their eyes, yet I could feel them boring into me. One of the men whispered, 'Nice!'. Perhaps this wouldn't be so terrible, after all. I walked on and peaked through a doorway. Two guys were having sex. I walked on quickly before they spotted me. I was nervous and sought out the solitude of my room. After fumbling with my key, the door swung open. I locked it behind me. On the TV above the bunk, two guys were blowing each other. I watched, and my body ached. I had never seen two guys in a film before. They were so young, kinda like me—nice firm bodies. One even looked like me—about 5' 7", short brown hair, smooth skin and Balls, with a massive curly bush above his cock. His cock was, however, decidedly larger than my six inch model. A knock sounded at the door. Cautiously, I opened it cautiously. Before me stood a cute dude about 5'9", red hair, nice body, dressed solely in a towel, but carrying a back-pack. "May I come in? There are old guys out here, and they're after me. Please. I saw you come in." I was scared; but he was very hot. I let him in. "Got to lock it, man. Don't want no fuckin' trolls in here." He latched the door and sat down. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the bulge beneath his towel. "I'm Matt." "I'm Steve. Ever been here before?" "Nope." "Oh, it's a hot place. Just keep your door locked. Lots of disgusting old trolls. Guys you don't want to mess with 'less you're really hard up." "Yeah, okay." "Nice video." He kicked back and watched, pulling out a thin cigarette. He lit up, and immediately I knew it was a joint. I stared at it, for I had never smoked before. Steve must have noticed me looking, for he reached over and offered me a hit. I vowed it would be a night of new experiences. My lungs burned as I coughed out the smoke. I took two big puffs and was going to hand it back, when Steve said, "Nah, keep that one. I got another." He pulled out his own and lit up. A few minutes after I forced the drug-infused air into my lungs I was floating. My cock was twitching in my underwear; and I felt so relaxed as I once again looked at the TV playing the porn. I was so horny; yet I was soft, but very sensitive. "Thirsty?" "Kinda." Steve pulled two bottled waters out of a small back pack and handed me one. My mouth was so dry. I twisted the top and noticed it had been opened; but I was thirsty. In a second the bottle was empty, and I was so taken by the video I almost forgot Steve was there. Several scenes had gone by before I turned back to Steve. I felt like jello. My entire body was relaxed and aching to be touched. Steve was rubbing his bulge through his jeans. "You into guys or just curious?" "I want a man." "Personally, I prefer young guys like yourself. You have a really nice bod—case you didn't know. But I'd like to see you get more comfortable. Why not slip out of those clothes and put on your towel." I stood up very dizzy. I removed my shirt. I couldn't believe how sluggish I was. "Can you pull my jeans off, Steve?" "Sure." He reached down and undid my waist button, then gradually pulled down my zipper, his hands lingering on my privates. Turning his attention to my sockless ankles, he jerked at my trou; and that's when his towel fell off. Face to face with his not insignificant organ, I blushed. "Steve, you have a great body, man!" 'though it was not his body I was thinking about. Meanwhile Steve had begun beating his dick, which was larger than mine and considerably thicker. He guided my hand to his tool. It felt so warm and silky. I ran my fingers over the piss slit which was oozing precum, and massaged the crystal-clear goo all over his dickhead and shaft. He pushed my face into his crotch: it was musky and sweaty. I grew so excited my mouth automatically dropped open and devoured him. Salty, delicious, and moist—with lots of sweet precum! I was beyond happy. Now, being a young guy, I got horny a lot, but I had never felt like that before—so weird and so excited. My dick was super-sensitive; and every time I moved, it strained against my towel. Steve was smiling as I fumbled to get his now huge tool in my inexperienced mouth. His cock had grown so hard, and I could feel my ass tingling like I wanted it in me. Steve brought his face close to mine and kissed me. It was incredible! I was overcome by his manliness, his facial stubble, as his hands wandered all over my body, exploring every inch of me until he came upon my cock. He squeezed it hard and tickled my balls. "Stand up, Matt." Standing behind me, he pulled my underwear down. As the air in the room assailed my buttocks, I felt as if I were flying naked in a dream. He nibbled my ear, which melted my shoulders like butter. My body was desperate to be touched! As his hands rubbed my chest and crotch, it felt as if a thousand fingers were massaging me. "Lie down on your stomach on the bed." Steve's hands lighted on the small of my back, working their way down to my pussy. "I have condoms and KY in my pocket." "Just relax. We'll get to those." Steve's hands felt so good on my ass cheeks. I was in another world, so calm and comfortable. My asshole felt something warm and wet. Steve was licking my mancunt. As his tongue grew more aggressive, I spiraled into ecstasy. Pausing, Steve walked over to my pants and reached in my pocket. When he returned he mounted me from behind. He dripped the lube onto my pussy and his raw cock. I felt my ass stretch. He pushed in harder, then paused for a moment. "Your ass feels so good stretched around my cock. Feels like my dick is made for your hole. You okay?" "Yeah, I'm okay now. Don't stop!" "You want it real bad, don't you? You should, you know. That joint you smoked was laced with Crystal. Same with the water. You should be screaming for cock and my pozcum by now." He'd drugged me! It all made sense—why I was floating. He had taken advantage of me! But, nonetheless, his cock felt, oh, so good! I was torn! I couldn't bring myself to order him to stop. And, yes, his off-the-cuff allusion to being POZ went over my head. "Oh man, fuck me. Fuck me good, Steve, please! It feels so good." Steve's poz tool worked my chute. I could feel his large head as it tore into my innards. "Feel my cock plow your hole? It's getting ready—ready to reward you. Your ass will beg for more cock after this." Then the volume of his incantation increased as he continued "YEAH, MAN, HERE IT CUMS. I WANT YOU TO FEEL MY SICK JIZM INFILTRATE YOUR PUSSY. SO WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE DOING THE BREEDING, YOU'LL KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE." It was all so unreal! Steve pushed in all the way, burying his huge pole inside my pussy. I felt his cock spasm, as his toxic seed shot up my insides. I had never experienced such great pleasure before. Steve left his noxious shaft stowed in my ass for a couple of minutes as we both came down from the exchange. "You loved that, didn't you, Matt? You fuckin' total cumslut. Why don't we leave the door open and let all the guys fuck you? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" My mind was racing. What about AIDS? If Steve had already POZZED me, did it matter? My mind gave me a thousand reasons to resist, but my sex-starved body screamed go for it. I looked at Steve. "I want to—but I'm scared." "Don't be. This is what you were meant to do. I'm gonna open up that door and let 100 guys come in and fuck you! You will never forget the lust you feel tonight. I've already pumped a nice creamy Load of poz cum in you. Right now it's penetrating your ass walls, cavorting through your cells—to your heart and brain, converting you into a cumslut. Soon you're gonna think and feel like me. Honestly now, don't you already feel a tingling in your hole? That's 'cause your body is converting - being overtaken by poz cum." He continued with his soothing words "know why are you so hungry for poz cum? Because you are meant to be a fuck hole for all the beautiful cocks who are coming your way. With your looks, you're a natural! You will eventually become a breeder. My poz cum will to set you free! Live for the hour, cause you never know if you'll survive till tomorrow!" I didn't know what to think. I was so scared. So confused. This good-looking guy may have given me AIDS. I knew I should be horrified, but just then my ass twitched. I could feel the warmth of his toxic Jizm circulating in my hole. I looked at Steve. He was right. It was already too late. It didn't matter. "Open the door." "You sure?" "Let them all cum in and fuck me." I had never been so excited yet apprehensive in my life. My eyes followed Steve as he unlatched the door. Within seconds a big fat guy stepped in. Fat and ugly and old! He dropped his towel, and I stared at the log between his legs. "You want that big pole to tear you apart, don't you?" he asked as he climbed on top of me and had his cock pressed against my asshole. Steve said "This little bottom slut took his first poz load a few minutes ago. Go ahead, and give him some more cum." With that the fat guy plunged his shaft into my hole. It was just as thick as Steve's, but much longer. I could feel his dick assaulting my ass walls, swishing around in the pool of hot cum Steve had deposited. "Hey Dude, tell me the truth now! You poz or neg?" Steve asked. "Poz," grunted the fat guy. a"FUCK YEAH MAN! DON'T JUST FUCK HIM! RAPE HIS ASS! GIVE IT TO HIM!" Inspired, the fat guy hammered away at my hole, soon enough grunting as his thick cock convulsed and more poz cum assailed my gut. Steve cheered him on. All in all my ass became dumping ground for close to 60 Loads that night. Cum was running down my legs, down at my balls, soaking the sheets. When the last guy had shot, I looked at all the cum on the floor and bed that had oozed out of my pussy. Steve helped me up, saying "For now the drugs will hide the pain. But you've been torn up pretty bad. You won't be able to go to work tomorrow." "I don't go to work. I'm still in school. I have a test tomorrow. Mom will let me stay home, though." "Even better then." We went our separate ways, and I made it back home. I got to my room and crawled into bed, still amazed at what I'd done, still feeling cum leak out of my battered hole onto the sheets. I hoped my Mom didn't comment on the condition of the bedding. Steve was right on two counts: first, about being sore, (I missed the next two days of school), and second, about needing more cock. Within a week I was back at the baths, this time neither looking down at the floor nor locking doors. I headed for the maze. There I was welcomed in the sling where another 20 guys used my ass to pleasure themselves and dump their shit. After all, I was among the youngest in the place, so I was popular. Some four months later I saw Steve again. He smiled down at me while I was getting fucked, and nudged a hot young kid next to him. I recognized him as a classmate from from the school baseball team. I think he played third base. Whatever position, he looked scared and really nervous. Steve put his hand on his shoulder and lead him away. I floated away and began to dream as another load shot into my hole. I remember thinking my classmate didn't know what he was in for or what he'd eventually become. I knew he'd be ready within the hour. I'd walk into that room, and Steve would be there, urging me on, as I plied his cherry with my poz seed.

I went to Club Philly last week with a buddy. I had never been there before but I've heard it is a friendly fun place. My buddy and I went on a Wednesday evening since we were in town on business. I figured if I didn't find anyone there my buddy and I could always fuck as he is a vers bottom and I'm a top. I didn't know it was 1/2 price day and was happy to get in for less $ than I thought. The guy checking us in asked if this was our first time since we were talking about it to one another. Yes we both answered. He explained the club lay out and said today is a good day as there are a couple dozen guys here already. We got our lockers and undressed. I wandered around the club. Watching some guys at the slurp ramp getting sucked. I wandered upstairs and checked out the rooms. Several guys were naked with the doors open. Once guy had his face buried in the bed and his ass up and ready. There was lube next to him. I dropped my towel and let my hard on breathe. I was so horny I wanted to plug that hot hole. I lubed my cock a bit and rubbed around his hole. He moaned in anticipation. I slide inside. Warm wet (he had a couple loads inside) and ready for me. I fucked and fucked. He kept moaning and begging for my load. At one point another guy wandered over to us and rubbed his body against my back. I took some long strokes and a final thrust and my load jumped out into his hole. We both groaned and I was moaning loudly as I came. I pulled slowly out thanked him and wondered off. I wasn't done. I was still horny and found the sling room. A guy was laying on it stroking his dick playing with his hole. I walked up and slide inside. I fucked awhile but wasn't ready to cum. A minute later I was in this dark room with xxx videos playing. A older guy came over and started to suck my cock. He turned around and spread his ass cheeks. He had seen me fucking and wanted to get some dick and cum. I gently pushed him near a table where he leaned over and I slid inside. My vers/bottom bud was on the table getting really plowed by this big bear guy with a huge dick. We smiled at each other and I stuffed my new buddy with cock. I fucked his ass and pounded to the rythm of my buddy getting fucked. I shot another load. My buddy shot a load as his partner unloaded in him. I ended up fucking 4 holes and dropping 3 loads. My bud came down and said he was tired and I agreed. We left very satisfied. Now I know why they call Philadelphia the "city of brotherly love" it is so friendly. LOL

I love being choked and strangled whilst im being fucked. Coming to whilst still being fucked is an amazing feeling! Also love just being strangled by a Top who isnt fucking me but just wants to demonstrate His power! Tied, bagged and fucked is also an amazing euphoric feeling! Would love to have a belt around my throat with the Top pulling it tight as He fucks me or a noose!

The range of answers is interesting. I have for quite some time, called my hole a pussy or cunt. In fact, I find the word "hole" demeaning and a turn-off, as much as some men find the words "pussy" or "cunt" a turn-off. I do not find the terms feminizing at all, but, quite the opposite, masculine in that I feel I'm taking ownership of my love to use my body to service top guys and be a cum receptacle. The words are incredibly eroticizing to me; when a top uses those terms as well, it just heightens my desire to service him. Plus, I feel he understands me much more.

I love a good hard cock pissing up my ass

Practice, practice, practice! and when you’re done, practice some more lol but seriously, for depth training, get yourself a set of dildos varying in sizes, get comfortable with the smallest and move up till you reach that second hole (for me it’s the best part when I feel a top pushing through that part, my eyes roll lol) As for your hole, also a set of training plugs, and move up in sizes, push your limits on for how long you can keep it up your hole for the gangbang (but not just), you can always get some help to relax your holes with some good old poppers for me, being able to take dick for such long period of times is being in the right mindset (slut mode dialed up to 11 ?) x

There's a point that when you get fisted pretty often it starts looking like one. hehehe

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Part 92 - Looking for Financial Aid Paul sent a text and soon the door buzzed open. He and Ric walked into the lobby area and Paul stopped. “You’re legal, right?” Ric nodded and quietly said “Yeah.” “Good. Follow my lead. I’ve met this client once before and he wanted a couple guys tagging him this time. Normally I wouldn’t do a job like this with someone I’ve never met, but the client picked you out and had me set up this three-way. Don’t fuck it up or you’re gonna see a really bad side of me” Paul replied as the elevator door opened. The two stepped inside and Ric said “Don’t worry about me, I’ll just follow your lead. I’ll top, bottom, suck… whatever.” “Unless he wants you to suck me or me to fuck you, you’ll be nailing him hard and dumping as much of your boy cum into him. Uh… you’re on prep, right? Your ad said that you liked it raw and were versatile” Paul asked. “No, no prep” Ric answered looking down at the floor. “Huh? You’re not going to stay neg long being a bareback escort without prep” Paul said in and almost fatherly tone. “I’m poz” Ric replied quietly. “Damn. That was fast” Paul said with a chuckle. “Kinda like me. You doin ok with the meds?” Paul asked. “No meds. I’m doin good though” was Ric’s succinct reply. “FUCK! Toxic too? Nice! This guy is gonna have a deadly brew in him when we’re done” Paul said as he raised his hand for a high-five. “If the guy says anything about status, let me handle it. OK?” Paul said. “Uh… I have a biohazard tat over my cock. I crop it out of the pics I send out… I’ll try to cover it as much as I can” Ric said as the elevator stopped and the door opened. They walked down the hall and Paul whispered “He probably doesn’t know what it means, but yeah, don’t bring attention to it.” Paul tapped on door 7D and a few seconds later it opened. Ric saw the client standing there in just a towel. He was a white guy about forty with a decent tan, curly light brown hair and a lightly muscled body. He would later find out that the guy had strong legs and a firm butt from running nearly every day. “Hey, good to see you again” the client, Craig, said. “Last week I had so much fun, I just had to do it again and maybe kick it up a notch or two. Since my divorce I’ve been experimenting a bit and found out what fun I’ve been missing all these years. I was always curious about guys but I’ve been stuck with that she-devil since high school.” Paul rolled his eyes at Ric as Craig rambled on. He knew the guy was nervous but they were just there to fuck and go, not hear his life story and Paul had heard most of it last time. Craig finally stopped talking and looked both Paul and Ric over. Walking up to Ric, he traced his finger over Ric’s chest and up to fur on his chin and then winked at him. “Way better than your pics. You need some new ones, Austin. I do need to ask you though… you really are eighteen, right?” Craig said. Ric chuckled and said “Yeah, I am” realizing that even with the beard he still looked young. These were the first words that he had said since walking into the condo and the guy smiled. “Sexy voice, too. Are you guys really gay or do you just do it for the money? Neither of you sound gay” Craig said. Paul laughed and said “You don’t either but you sure seemed to like having a guy’s dick in your ass last time and that’s about as gay as it gets. Where do you want to play this time? No sense in spending all of your money just chatting.” “Bedroom, I’d like to maybe get fucked on the balcony too, if we have time” said Craig as he led them down the hall. Ric looked around the condo and it seemed a little disorganized with several boxes laying around. They got to the bedroom and Paul closed the shades a bit so that they weren’t completely visible from the neighboring buildings. “Whatcha looking for this time, Craig? It can’t be completely vanilla with a three way…” Paul said while he moved closer to Craig and stood off to his right side. Ric took his cue and moved in next to Paul and kissed Craig’s cheek and then moved over to his ear and nibbled on the earlobe. “Ooooh fuck… Now that I know I can take it, I want you to get rougher with me. Treat me like a slut. I always wanted to fuck hard with my ex, but she never let me” Craig explained. “Ahh, ok. You just want to bottom?” Paul replied. “Yeah, Maybe next time I can try fucking you, but it felt so good last time and it just about blew my mind when I felt you cumming inside me. I felt it seep out of me the rest of the day” Craig said. “Cool. Well, I like it rough and I’m sure Austin here won’t mind it. If we get a little too carried away, just let us know. Uh… what was your ex’s name?” Paul asked. “Tracy. Why?” Craig asked as Paul pulled Craig’s towel away and threw it on the floor. “That’s your safe word. Just say ‘Tracy’ and we’ll slow down. Say it twice and we’ll stop” Paul said pushing Craig back to the bed. Ric was a step behind Paul and was pulling his shirt over his head. Craig was sitting on the edge of the bed with Paul on one side and Ric on the other, their pants both sporting significant bulges. Paul took his shirt off and pulled Craig’s face to his crotch. Craig breathed deep and reached over to feel Ric’s growing bulge. “Fuck” Craig muttered as he leaned over and buried his face in Ric’s crotch and fondled Paul’s package. His hand fumbled as he tried to unbuckle Paul’s belt and after a few failed attempts Paul reached down and unlatched it. Craig had more success unbuttoning Paul’s jeans. Paul slipped off his shoes let the jeans drop before kicking them aside. Craig moved back over to Paul and was licking and gnawing at the fabric of his tight trunks, the outline of his rigid cock easily visible. Ric removed his shoes and dropped his jeans, leaving him standing there in just a yellow jockstrap. Paul hooked his thumbs around the trunks and pulled them down, freeing his cock and letting it slap Craig in the face. Craig’s tongue was lapping at Paul’s member, coating it with spit. Ric pulled his cock out of the side of the pouch of his jock, thinking that the waistband would obscure his biohazard tattoo. Paul reached down with both arms and hoisted Craig back on the bed, straddling his chest and feeding his cock to Craig’s eager mouth. Ric followed them on to the bed and began to suck on Craig’s balls before swallowing his five inch stiffie. Ric didn’t know if Craig was one of those guys that was done as soon as he shot, so he made sure that Craig didn’t get too close while he sucked and licked. He moistened his finger and traced down from Craig’s balls to his recently deflowered hole. Ric briefly wondered if Paul had been the one to take Craig’s anal cherry and poz him at the same time, just like Joe had done with him. He cleared his mind of the distraction and went to work opening up Craig’s hole. Craig was moaning and would occasionally clamp down on his finger. He pushed in a second finger and felt the hole relax a little more. He looked up just in time to see Paul turn his head back and mouth “You fuck him first.” Ric nodded, unsure if he was to fuck him missionary or flip Craig over to fuck him doggy. His question was answered when Paul leaned forward and started to slow fuck Craig’s mouth. Ric lifted Craig’s ass and spit on the hole before pushing three fingers in. Twisting and prodding, he stretched out the hole even more, knowing that Craig had probably never had anything near the size of his cock inside him. Adding more spit, he knelt between the splayed legs and rubbed his dripping cock over the waiting hole. He tapped Paul on the leg and mouthed “now” to him. Paul thrust his cock into Craig’s mouth and Ric pushed his thick, wet cock into his ass, stretching the ring around his cock head. Craig writhed at the sudden intrusion and his inability to breathe. The twisting of Craig’s body pulled Ric’s cock out of his ass so Ric pulled back the foreskin and added more spit to the precum on his cock head before he made a second attempt. He held on to Craig’s legs tightly this time and let him get used to the thick meat that was stretching his sphincter open. Ric had noticed that he seemed to leak precum a lot more when the guy he was fucking was not already poz and this case was no different. He was soaking Craig’s chute with viral precum and he stood there for over a minute before he used the precum-as-lube to push deeper. Ric began to drive in and out, feeling Craig try to wiggle and his body shake the deeper he got. He remembered that Craig said he wanted it rough, so his thrusts got more forceful. His body was slamming into Craig and sweat was dripping and flying off, covering both Paul and Craig. He pulled back and adjusted his angle and drove back in hard, hearing Craig yelp around Paul’s cock. After ten minutes of varied firm strokes Ric started pounding even harder. A few more minutes and he went as hard as he could. In less than a minute, Craig yelled out a cock muffled, but distinct, “TRACY!” Ric dialed it back for a few more minutes of drilling and then rammed in and felt his cock shoot ropes of infected cum deep into Craig’s abused colon. Ric stood there, gasping as his cock finally stopped pulsing and looked forward to see Paul twisted back staring at him in disbelief. Slowly, Ric pulled his cock out as Paul climbed off of Craig, smiling at him and giving Ric a wink. Ric grabbed Craig’s hips and flipped him over, feeling his body still quivering. Paul took his place behind Craig as Ric climbed in front, brushing his cummy cock over Craig’s lips. Craig was obviously still in a daze when Paul, crouched on his feet, pushed into the swollen hole. As if on autopilot, Craig started licking every part of Ric’s cock and balls. He seemed to spend extra time pulling back and releasing Ric’s foreskin, marveling at something he had never seen up close before. Paul’s cock wasn’t nearly as big as Ric’s, but Craig’s hole had tightened up in the short time it was empty. Paul loved fucking cum filled holes and knew that Ric had planted a large load inside. He was enjoying pounding Craig’s ass like he usually fucked. Their previous fuck had been slow and gentle the entire time as Paul opened Craig up. He wished he had been the first escort that Craig had hired to pop his cherry, but he was glad to be the second one to get his cock inside Craig. He loved the innocence that Craig had, and how he appreciated every new aspect of gay sex he was experiencing. Paul started fucking faster and harder, trying to mimic the intensity of Ric’s fuck. He pushed Craig down flat and was piledriving his hole. Ric was face fucking Craig in time to Paul’s thrusts, but the angle was bad and he wasn’t nearly as brutal. His crotch was dripping with Craig’s spit and Ric noticed that Craig was no longer fighting the abuse to his body. There was an occasional whimper, but mostly moans. Paul slammed in one last time and let out a guttural roar as his cock pumped another virus laden dose of seed deep inside. Paul collapsed on top of Craig, panting like a dog. Ric wasn’t sure what to do next and had his eyes trained on Paul. Without a cock in his mouth, Craig’s moaning was even louder but eventually it faded and he said “Oh fuck! That’s what I was talking about. I won’t be able to walk for days, but god I loved that.” “Who said you were done?” Paul asked. Ric got a big grin on his face and wondered what Paul was going to do next. After a minute, Paul rolled off Craig’s sweat soaked back, got off the bed and gestured to Ric. Ric moved around and pushed Craig’s legs wider and then dug his tongue into the cum filled hole. The mixture of their cum and Craig’s ass juice, covered his face and beard. While Ric feasted, Paul walked over and pulled the belt out of his jeans. He usually used cloth belts when he went to meet clients that weren’t into BDSM scenes (leather was always the preferred material for those other meetings). He then went over toward end of the bed and picked up the towel he tossed there earlier and walked back to the side of the bed. Ric stood up as he felt Paul get near, leaving Craig laid out flat on his stomach on the bed. Quickly, Paul looped the belt around Craig’s wrists and cinched the belt down. He pulled and dragged Craig over to the balcony door and motioned for Ric to move the chair to the middle. Ric positioned the chair and Craig found himself kneeling on it and bent over the back. Paul tied off the other end of the belt to one of the chair legs and then opened the shades all the way. Craig was staring out at the cityscape wondering how many of his neighbors were looking this way. Paul folded the towel and wrapped it around Craig’s eyes and tied it behind his head. Paul motioned for Ric to remove his jock and plow his cock back into Craig’s ass. “Holy FUCK!” Craig screamed out as Ric shoved all the way in with one hard stroke. Paul was motioning instructions to Ric and Ric started to mercilessly pound Craig’s hole again. Paul grabbed his phone out of his jeans and took a few pictures and a video of Ric raw fucking Craig’s ass and got a couple with Ric’s biohazard tattoo showing right above Craig’s wrecked hole and a ring of slightly pink cum around the base of Ric’s cock. None of the pictures had faces but showed what a cumwhore Craig had become in a short time. Ric had only been fucking for a couple minutes and Paul motioned him away. He pulled out and Craig whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Paul drilled his cock into the gaping hole for a few minutes and then they swapped again. Back and forth, a few minutes of each cock at a time until they couldn’t hold back any longer and it was time to breed again. Ric came first, adding more toxic sperm to Craig’s guts. He didn’t yell out or make any outward signal other than pushing in and holding his cock deep inside Craig’s ass and feeling his cock throb as his balls emptied their contents. Paul took his last turn on Craig, pounding him relentlessly and then added his cum to the mess. Ric slid his jock back on and then his jeans and shirt. He smelled of sex but he didn’t care. Paul pulled his cock out and slapped Craig’s ass. “Now you’re done, fucker” he said as he reached down and untied the belt before loosening it and removing it from Craig’s wrists. Leaving him blindfolded for a few more minutes, Paul got dressed too. Paul removed the blindfold and looked at Craig. “Time’s up. Hope you enjoyed it” Paul said. “Fuck! That was intense. I’ve never done anything like that before. That first part was hot and I loved being used like that, but the second part was so strange. I couldn’t see anything or move much. I hope no one saw me get fucked like that” Craig said. “Pffft, that’s nothing. It’s just a taste of bondage. If you want, we can try some of the more advanced stuff some other time. But for now, we’re done. I’m beat and you look like it too” Paul said. “Oh, yeah. I don’t think I could take any more today. My balls hurt from shooting so many times. I’m sure the sheets are soaked with jizz. Uh, your envelope is over there by the front door. It’s for both of you. Thanks, that was so much fun. I really wish I had tried this sooner. I wasted half my life trying to be straight” said Craig. Ric and Paul smiled back at him. “Paul, I will call you about another appointment. Austin, I’m glad you could come. Too bad you won’t be in town very long. That cock of yours is amazing - I’ve never felt so full” Craig said. “Thanks, I enjoyed it. I’m sure you’ll remember this for a long time” Ric replied. Ric and Paul walked out, Paul grabbing the envelope on the way. Once in the elevator he counted the money out and split it with Ric. “Not bad for two hours work. He even put in a tip. Here ya go. It was good working with you Austin. You really did surprise me. Next time you’re out this way let me know and maybe we can schedule a few jobs together and share our gift. I wouldn’t mind feeling that big cock in me, either” Paul said as they descended to the first floor. “Yeah, it worked out better than I thought it would. I may be moving out here later this summer so I’ll keep it in mind, but I don’t do a lot of escorting” Ric replied. They walked out of the building and Ric waited for his ride back to the hotel and Paul disappeared down the street.

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

Ironically it can be a turn-on for me when I'm not into the guy who's seeding my hole: sometimes it's just the fact that I'm offering a public service to guys who wouldn't normally get laid that makes me feel like a do-gooder and other times it's the thought of being such a cumwhore that I can actually get turned on by taking the seed from a guy who turns me off that makes me want it all the more. Plus some of the HOTTEST cocks and BIGGEST sperm bombs I've ever had have come from guys who I wouldn't notice once let alone twice on the street.

Bi-the way…… I have always considered myself tolerant of guys who were not like me, straight, especially when one of my best friends came out to me my senior year in high school. We had been planning to room together in college and his news didn’t change my mind. In fact I was somewhat intrigued at the thought of having a gay roommate. We never did anything with each other and had our own friends. One of my other friend said he knew two roommates who were bisexual, and he thought they would go out with us and we’d have a good time. They were very sexual and it would be easy to score some college pussy off these girls. We planned an easy evening and ended up in the girls' one bedroom apartment off campus (It was apparent the girls slept together all the time.) We were drinking all night long when one of the girls pulled out a strange glass pipe and began smoking some strange white crystal. The girls remarked the crystal really got them horny with the intense desire to be fucked. At first I was reluctant to indulge, but my friend lit up and exhaled a big white cloud, handed me the pipe and torch, grunting I’d love the feeling of fucking on this shit. I decided 'what the hell', lit the pipe and took in a big hit. After that we got down to business. We were all kissing and peeling off our clothing as the first hit affected me in a positive way. We all kept smoking as we kissed, licked, sucked and eventually fucked. Both girls were hot and my bud and I took turns fucking each girl. Then something strange happened. I was eating one of the girls out when I started getting the best blow job of my life. As I paused in eating the pussy, the second girl kissed me, leaving me wondering in my drugged-up mind, who's hot mouth was on my hard cock. You guessed it: looking down I saw my buddy sucking my cock. "What the fuck?" I exclaimed. "Oh, I didn't tell you - I'm also bisexual," he remarked and then went back to servicing my my cock. One of the girls urged me to take another hit from the pipe. One hit turned into five big hits. While my buddy sucked my cock one of the girls began to lick my ass. This was also a new sensation for me and it drove me crazy. I quickly shot my load down my buddy’s throat as the girl kept sticking her tongue deep inside my hole. I zoned-out in pleasure, and when I began to resurface, I found my buddy was crouched between my legs, face to face with me. Looking into my eyes he asked "Enjoying yourself?" "Hell, yeah," I groaned in replied, whereupon I received my first man to man kiss. His hard cock was also prodding my soaked hole. For some strange reason I can’t explain I let him continue and the tip of his hard cock penetrated my virgin ass. There was a noticeable pain as he started to breach my hole. He seemed to know I was in some discomfort as he broke our kiss instructing me "Breathe in deep, breathe with my cock," adding "Give this a minute or so - I'll stop if you want, but within a couple of minutes I would think you'll be begging for me to fuck you." As he anticipated, gradually my ass relaxed and my buddy was able to slide his entire eight inch rock hard cock deep into my (formerly) tight ass. When he reached full depth he began to slowly rock in and out as he gave me another kiss. This time I let his tongue enter my mouth. While his kiss had me slightly distracted he began to slowly pull out and slide back in. While he began to slowly fuck me, the girls were making out and 69’ing eating each other’s pussies. I’m not sure when it happened but my friend stroked my hard cock telling me "It looks like you are really enjoying being fucked." He wasn’t kidding, as he fucked me all I could do was moan and grunt my approval. I then surprised myself when I asked him to fuck me, fuck me hard. I heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder deep in my hole. I knew what was about to happen but didn’t try to stop it as he grunted out and I felt his cock spasm inside me.

I managed to accidentally delete the other thread about chat (sorry – I thought I was deleting one comment). So give me your thoughts on the new chat. I still have a list of things I'm working on, but your input will help a lot. I'll post questions here. If you can answer them, it will help me debug things. First question – do the times on the responses seem correct? In other words, if all the messages (or a lot of them) say "now" – that's a problem, or if all of them say they were posted hours ago – that's also a problem.

I’ve been crazy slutty but the last couple of months my insatiable desire for loads an increased dramatically. I’m spending my days roaming around for as much raw cock as I can get. I’m taking multiple loads daily and it’s still never enough. Not complaining though

earlier today...I sucked a guy for a while he had a nice 6 inch hard dick.. then he fucked me & shot a huge load n me.. for next 2 hours I fingered my hole eating it out.. 10 minutes ago I sucked a different guy & he shot a load in my mouth... I swallowed & kept sucking till he got hard again & got rewarded with a 2nd load.. swallowed 2 loads in 20 minutes from him

Just out of curiousity is there anyone on this site from Perth? I see there are sub-headings for the east coast states but nothing from Perth.

this story keeps getting better with every chapter

Worked the past 3 months solid n did not get much cum. Work ended Monday n I was horned, turned on grindr got hit up by a chubby latino working 1300 ft away. Was on all 4s in jock when he showed up w a fat hard uncut 9” cock. He bred me 4 x. tuesday went to a 3 way n got more duck down my throat n some in my ass but no loads wednesday I saw a bud of mine doing a hotel gangbang, bred once & sucked a lot of cock today Tuesday’s guy comes over 9” fat dick n body of death low n behold he fisted me have me six loads n turns over n wants his cherry popped DAMN How could I resist

I am a multiple cummer also. I don't cum as much (my record is 10 loads) as I'm now older but those quick "cum and go" scenes really leave me dissatisfied. I want to cum till my balls are empty and when I cum once and then they are done, I find myself looking for more and more. I need to cum 4 or 5 times to finally feel relaxed and satisfied. I used to think there was something wrong with me for needing it so much. Now I know I'm just lucky.

i love guys like that. specially when theyre straight guys. thats when i know for sure that im just being used as a human fleshlight. im not even really a person to those guys . just a cocksucker. an object for them to use to unload their balls. just using my mouth and throat to jack off. plus some guys tell me the best part is they dont have to clean up after they cum.i swallow it and suck their cocks clean. no mess.plus they dont have to sweet talk me or pretend to give a shit about me.just use me. plus some of them are even disgusted by me cause im such a slut and a cocksucking faggot.

just dumped a big creamy load in my favourite high school pussyboy. had him down on his hands and knees in his parents' bed with him wearing his mothers' panties and bra and wig and his sisters tiny skirt and had him calling me his fathers name. made him watch himself get fucked like a whore in the big mirror. made him put on makeup before i got there. he's not good at makeup (yet) but he looked like a whore so thats good. he used to be a "straight" cocksucker. but I turned him into a cumdump. eventually he's gonna be a poz tranny whore. it's a pussyboys natural path. sweet pussy.

1030 am___ sucked a load from a "straight" guy 6ft4 nice cut cock not huge but with a nice curve to it... told me how he liked it while I was sucking.. slow fast deep lick it.... real nice tasty load.. said he would be back.. yummmmmm thats 1 load in ass 4 swallowed from 3 guys 2 days + rest of today... still gonna hunt out a few more hopefully

I’m 40 and I still shoot my methed up wad wishing I had such a cool dad.

leave it in, that's the only way to make sure you get pregnant .....!

Part 31- Deck The Halls Josh sat on the bed looking at Bobby as he turned around and faced him, waiting expectantly to have sex with Bobby since he first saw him. His arms wrapped around Josh's body as they kissed like two deprived men of sex managing to grab a few minutes together. The jock strap and briefs were strewn across the bedroom floor as they laid naked on the bed caressing their bodies. Josh would giggle as the beard tickled his face but also turning him on even more, Josh's hand roamed lower down the body until he felt the hardness of Bobby's large eight inch thick cock. "Do you have condoms" Bobby asked looking Josh in the eye. Josh shook his head "No, I don't even think there are any in the house" he replied. Bobby kissed him "I'm poz but undetectable" he said carefully looking to gauge Josh's reaction. "I gathered that from the scorpion" Josh replied smiling and rolling on to his back looking down. Bobby didn't need to ask anything else as Josh's look told him what he needed to know, he climbed in between Josh's legs and began kissing his body gently pushing his legs up and moving his kisses along Josh's calves sinking lower and lower. Suddenly Josh wriggled and giggled feeling the beard rubbing against his ass and hole morphing in to long moan feeling the warmth moistness of the Bobby's tongue sliding up in to his hole. His anticipation was at boiling point a feeling he had never gotten before in foreplay, he felt his legs resting on Bobby's shoulders being pushed further up over him as Bobby moved forward positioning his cock. Josh didn't have time to think before he felt the immersive sensation of Bobby beginning to penetrate him, his ass seemed to slip around the cock in an almost welcoming manner, Josh arched his back and moaned as he ass adjusted to taking Bobby inside him. Even for him this was by far the biggest cock he had taken but Bobby seemed to instantly respond to Josh's body knowing to ease in gently and tantalisingly slowly to allow him to enjoy the sensation as a considerate lover would do. In and out, deeper and deeper with each movement until he was fully inside Josh and they locked eyes staring deep in to each other. Josh gripped Bobby's arms as he leaned forward to kiss him, Josh emitted a slight cry feeling Bobby's hips moving in slow circles interspersed with gently forward thrusts causing Josh to grip harder at his arms. The strange amber glow from the snow falling outside filled the semi darkened room and Bobby was completely mesmerised by Josh, he had never been one to be attracted to another guy so easily and was until today career focused but now he was focused on one person. Josh moaned loudly in pleasure as Bobby thrusted in harder his hands tightening their grip on Bobby's arms holding the biceps that displayed so enticingly from his finely tuned body, his eyes darting across the hairy chest and up to the perfectly manicured beard as he smiled making eye contact. The scent of sex filled the air and droplets of sweat fell on to Josh's body as Bobby fucked Josh harder and faster then slowing down to a slow motion rhythm to stop his orgasm from happening to quickly. He leaned forward and his lips met with the softness and sensuality of Josh's that parted allowing him to slip his tongue and kiss him passionately. They continued for what seemed like hours sweating through their heated passion. Bobby leaned further forward and began to produce deep rapid thrusts as he let out a guttural moan 'Oh Josh' he cried thrusting his hips up hard against Josh's ass who let out a lounder moan and plead 'breed me Bobby' he called out looking him in the eyes. Bobby's body went rigid feeling the flurry of activity running up through his shaft and releasing rapid bursts of his seed in to Josh's body. Josh felt his body floating never had he felt a guy shooting their load inside as he did right now, his hands gripped Bobby harder and triggered his own orgasm as they simultaneously moaned and panted through their excitement and the deep rough thrusting Josh's body was now taking. Spent and hot Bobby collapsed on top on Josh who wrapped his arms around him and kissed his neck. Josh got the fuck he wanted a smile on his for a moment then the realisation that he would have to spend the night with him, something that was very new to him since he only ever had fuck and go meets. He was unsure what was suppose happen and waited to follow Bobby's lead, he felt the arm of Bobby going around his neck pulling him closer as he rolled on to his back holding Josh close in his arm, he laid there stroking Bobby's beard and chest for a few minutes as his body relaxed. Josh felt alive, his body felt so high as though it would never come down from its current state. Gradually the amber glow from the snow mixing with the street lighting outside faded with his eyelids drooping over his eyes and drifting off. He had no thought of Franco during his sleep and the warmth of Bobby's body next to his soothed the night away giving him a tranquil sleep. The brilliance whiteness of the snow filled the bedroom as daylight broke, Angelo stirred and slipped out of bed to shower and no matter how deep the snow was he still had a company to run although he could pretty well guess that Mark wouldn't show up for work but was surprised to see Mark creep in to the bedroom with two mugs of coffee. Ethan mumbled at the clanking sound of the mugs and turned over falling back to sleep, Mark walked in to the bathroom and sat on the toilet watching Angelo showering with a smile on his face. Angelo shook his head "You look happy this morning" he said commenting on Mark's grin. "Life is almost perfect Angelo" he said rearranging the toilet paper. Angelo looked over to him "Why almost perfect and not perfect?" he asked. "I just got a feeling on the flight back from LA that Ben would like to move there" Mark replied. "What is stopping you both?" Angelo asked rinsing his body of suds. Mark sighed "I am not sure if Ben could live like my parents want us to". Angelo laughed "It's a big change for him having the trappings of luxury, he may feel different after the wedding". Mark smiled "You may be right, what about you and Ethan?" he asked Angelo. Angelo turned off the water "Perfect, although I know he is worried Ben will go to LA". "Really, why is that?" Mark asked sounding surprised. "There is love between them as friends that goes back years, Ben fancied Ethan for a long time" Angelo replied. Mark stood up and handed Angelo a towel "I never knew their feelings ran so deep like that". Angelo kissed Mark "This has been the craziest year and I am so happy you have found love at last". Mark took the towel and dried Angelo's back "Thankfully you dropped your guard and found Ethan". "Sometimes I think he was handed to me on a plate" Angelo said smiling. Mark handed Angelo the towel "I have to speak to Bobby, he has a flight booked to LA tomorrow morning". Angelo nodded and Mark left the bathroom passing a still fast asleep Ethan and he headed downstairs to get two more mugs of coffee. Josh stirred in bed and the back of his hand rubbed against Bobby's beard slightly startling him he opened his eyes to see Bobby looking at him. Bobby smiled "Morning sleepy head" he said. Josh rubbed his eyes "Morning, how long have you been awake?" he asked. "Long enough to watch you sleeping, I heard Mark moving around" Bobby replied running his hand along Josh's body. Josh cuddled up closer "I never got to fuck you last night". Bobby laughed "Next time you can, but I have to get back to my apartment" he said looking over at the window. Josh rolled on to his back "Is there going to be a next time then?" he asked. Bobby leaned over and kissed him tenderly "Definitely". Josh snuggled up to Bobby "Good" he said just as there was a knock on the door "Come in" he called. Mark entered the room "Brought you coffee" he said with a big grin on his face. "Thanks Mark" Bobby said "Has it stopped snowing yet?" he asked as Mark put the mugs down. Mark looked out the window "Yes, oh and your flight to LA is tomorrow morning I have all the details". Josh looked at Bobby "You going to LA?" he asked as the smile faded on his face. Bobby nodded "Yes just for the day to meet Mark's parents" he replied and kissed Josh. By the time everyone left Mark had decided not to go in to work so he could finish sorting out everyone's arrangements to get to LA for the wedding, Mark being Mark took his time and one day rolled in to two then three. Mark and Ben decided that their little group would all stay at Liongate, Adam and Tony took some persuading stating they would stay in a hotel but Mark stepped in telling them he had booked their flights and they will stay at the house. Josh would also be coming but Franco remained distant saying he could not confirm until nearer the time. Ben's mother and step father accepted and booked their flights for the 25th and looked forward to staying Liongate. In all the last count of the guest list was near 60 which shocked Ben and Mark laughed saying his mother wasn't done yet. Maddy had been busy and sent Mark a text giving him instruction that they were flying out on the 28th for 2 weeks for their honeymoon but that was all she would say. Josh had seen Bobby again for random sex but was back at desperation point after finding out that he was moving to LA in a few days so Ben tried to cheer him up by asking for his help to decorate the Christmas tree. "I don't really know why you are doing this" Josh said unpacking the lights from the box. Ben sat on the floor opposite Josh "I like Christmas, I know we won't be here but it is still Christmas". "So you still don't know where your going after the wedding?" Josh asked handing the lights to Ben. Ben shook his head "Maddy won't tell us, we just have to bring passports and beach wear". Josh smiled "Iit will probably be somewhere exotic and hot" he said. Ben nodded "Have you spoken to Bobby since he left?" he asked looking over at Josh. "No, anyway it was just sex, bloody good sex mind you" Josh replied. Ben looked up at him "Just sex?" he said "are you sure as I think Bobby looked as though it would be more". Josh chuckled "After Franco I am staying well clear of falling for anyone, I can do without that again". Ben finished stringing the lights on the tree "Do you like him?". Josh went silent for a moment "Dunno, sort of, I mean he is sexy and seems to be a really nice sorted person". Ben smiled at him through the tree "Well that's a start" seeing Josh smile through the branches. Bobby returned from LA and as promised Josh and he spent a night together where Josh got to play top before being flung on to his back submitting to Bobby's cock again. The rest of the evening didn't go quite to plan since Bobby informed Josh he was moving to LA in 3 days to take up his new job with the Davenports, he noticed that Josh that gone cold and distant in his way of sulking from yet another upset. When Josh got back to his parents house and up to his room he undressed and climbed in to bed. He head no idea why but tears rolled down his face before he went to sleep. Mark and Ben had finished packing and put their cases down by the front door ready for the 5am pick up, Ben was carrying his flight bag down the stair and placing it with the other luggage. Mark called from the lounge "Ben come here a moment I have something for you". Ben pricked his ears up thinking it may be baseball cap time hurried in "What is it?" he asked excitedly. Mark walked up and kissed him "It is something that is ours" he said handing over an envelope. Ben opened and took out a nifty looking credit card "What is this for?" he asked. "It's your credit card" Mark said looking at Ben and hoping he wouldn't reject it. Ben looked up "I will get one when I can afford one, I hope you understand" he said. Mark took his hand "My father has provided it Ben, he has never done that for anyone before". Ben nodded with understanding and put the card in his pocket "I will take it" he said giving Mark a kiss. Mark smiled "Thank you, and you better use it or he will be on the case" he said wagging a finger at him. Ben laughed "I will use it in Walmart". "Yeah I think that would upset my father even more" Mark said laughing at him "let's go to bed". Ben smiled "Hmm, is the baseball cap coming out tonight?". Mark grabbed Ben and kissed him "You bet it is" he said as they ran up the stairs like kids. Adam and Tony were frantically packing 15 minutes before the car was due to pick them up, they had no flight details just told to bring a picture ID and be ready at 5am for the airline car. They finished packing by laying their wedding outfits on the top and closing the cases just in time. They arrived at the airlines first class check-in doors where they met Josh, Ethan and Angelo and proceeded inside, the couldn't believe they wouldn't be flying coach and Adam was excited beyond words as was Ethan. Mark and Ben approached with the airlines Concierge Club escort who happily took them all through to the lounge. In Miami Franco boarding his flight alone was nervous as it would be the first time he would see Josh, he had changed a lot in the several weeks he had been there in the Latin community. He had found quite a fair amount of gay and bisexual guys in the neighbourhood that was quite open and seemed to be everywhere. He thought of Josh more and more and was nearly tempted to dabble in sex with another guy several times at a party he was kissing with. He did it more out of a sense to try and see what it was all about and found that he got incredibly turned on. He was beginning to find the whole bisexual thing more intriguing as the weeks went past. His parents would fly out on the 25th and be staying at a hotel near Bel Air with Angelo's family, he had been invited to Liongate and was excited as he knew about it but never seen it, plus Josh would be there as well. The planes door closed and a fairly obvious gay cabin crew member called Joaquim was completing the pre departure checks of the passengers and making the announcement as the cabin service director. Being the early flight the plane was busy but not full and he sat in row 10 just behind the first class cabin in the aisle seat. Several times he noticed Joaquim made eye contact with him as he ran through the safety announcement. Franco was amused as he had found out that gay guys just seemed to flock to him since he moved down here, so he returned a mischievous grin back at Joaquim putting him off several times during the announcement, he couldn't believe how easy it was picking guys up no matter where you were. The plane started it's push back from the terminal as Joaquim began checking the first few rows to make sure everyone was buckled up ready, as he moved to the next row he would glance up at Franco sitting in coach. Franco fastened his seat belt and settled in and noticed Joaquim walk back to the galley and gave one final glance before he walked back with the passenger list. Joaquim approached and looked at the seat number overhead then leant down "Mr Ramirez?" he asked. Franco nodded slightly worried "Yes" he replied. "Sir would you like to follow me please I have a seat up here for you" Joaquim said smiling at him. Franco unbuckled his seat belt as Joaquim collected his flight bag and embarrassingly followed him to the front row in first class. Franco sat down and was given a glass of champagne as he secured his seat belt and sat back in the a seat that was way more comfortable than his one in coach. Joaquim made eye contact smiled and leaned over to tug his seat belt 'nice and secure' he commented glancing at him, Franco just smiled and winked an act that paid off since he got the best service on the flight. There was no doubting with Franco that he just found Latinos much more interesting sexually wise and he had an very instant attraction to Joaquim who by no means was camp but very sure of himself and confident. Franco then did something very out of character during the flight, he wandered in to the galley on the pretence of using the lavatory and Joaquim glanced at him as he prepared one of the meals. "Anything I can get Sir?" he said smiling broadly. Franco quickly glanced back at the cabin to see everyone minding their own business "What's on offer?". Joaquim looked at Franco "What takes your fancy sir?". Franco held out his hand handing a scrap of paper to him "There is only thing I want" he said embarrassingly. Joaquim took the scrap of paper and read it "That can be arranged" he said and carried on. Franco closed the lavatory door and latched it locked 'fuck' he said to himself 'when did I get so corny with one liners' shaking his head looking in the mirror at his reflection and what he had now become. As much as he loved Josh he knew he would never be physically attracted to him, but Joaquim was just a different level and how would he explain this to Josh let alone Angelo. The sun was shining brightly as they exited the airport terminal and climbed in to the limousines for the ride up to Liongate. Mark checked that a car was arranged from Franco's arrival with the Concierge Club escort who nodded and held the door open for Mark and Ben to climb in to their own limo. Adam and Tony sat with Josh chatting away about how awesome the flight was and how this was the only way to travel laughing as they did so. "So Josh we finally get to meet Bobby then?" Adam asked sitting back in the seat. Josh nodded "I guess so as I think he is living at the house in his own apartment" he replied in a matter of fact way. "You don't seem all that excited about seeing him Josh?" Tony remarked. Josh looked out of the window "Why should I it was just a fuck". Adam put his hand on Josh's knee "This wall you have put up doesn't fool me Josh". He turned to look at Adam "I don't know what you mean" Josh said. "You afraid of allowing him in after Franco?" Adam asked looking at him sympathetically. Josh nodded "He moved out here without any question so I think he only saw me as a piece of meat". Tony laughed then went serious "Who would you choose if you had the choice?" he asked him. Josh pondered a moment "I still feel for Franco stupidly enough but I don't know really I don't". "Well it's going to be an interesting Christmas" Adam said patting Josh's leg "We are all here if you need us". Josh smiled "I have decided to quit college and get a job that much I know" he said surprising Adam and Tony. "Wow, have you told your parents?" Tony asked. Josh nodded "Yes, they are okay with it since I got my qualification, I don't need to do anymore studying". Tony chuckled "My parents freaked a little and then even more when I told them I was moving in with Adam". "Well they weren't happy about me coming out here until they knew it was the Davenports" Josh said laughing. The three of them looked out of the windows as they began passing the swanky homes of Palisades passing through up to Bel Air. In the limo in front Ethan was mesmerised by the homes and how they got bigger and bigger until they came to a stop at the East Gate Compound entrance before continuing through the leafy roads coming to a stop in front of the two stone lions guarding the entrance to Liongate. David and Maddy recognised everyone getting out of the limos from the party in Larchmont so immediately everyone was quite at ease, David took on tour guide and took everyone around the grounds except Angelo, Mark and Ben who went inside with Maddy. "The family grapevine tells me you are getting married next year Angelo" Maddy said as they walked on to the terrace. Angelo laughed "Yes in the summer at the Hamptons, I hope you will both come" he said replying to her. Maddy nodded "Absolutely we will plus I love the Hamptons and may stay a few days". "How is it going with Bobby?" Mark asked looking around to see if he was there. Maddy smiled "Really well, we knew when we met him we liked him he is in town finalising some paperwork". Mark looked at his mother "What do you mean?". "Well when word got out a few other families expressed an interest is using him" Maddy replied. Mark nodded "So what paperwork is he finalising?" Moddy looked up "Oh yes, your father and Bobby are setting up a joint PR company 50/50" she said. Mark laughed "Okay, we know with your names behind it it's going to be a success". Maddy sat down on the terrace "He is looking forward to seeing Josh, he talks a lot about him". "How much?" Ben asked out of the blue. "Quite a bit I think he was hoping for something more with him" Maddy replied looking at Ben. Ben leaned forward "They need a little coercing more from Josh's side but then there is the Franco element". Maddy sat up "Ah yes Franco, now there is a story of what's been going on in Miami". "Is it true then?" Angelo asked, he had heard a rumour but kept it to himself. "Well it's just his mother's observation that he was hanging around more with gay community" Maddy replied. Ben sat there opened mouthed "Heck that's not good" he sat shaking his head. Maddy agreed "It may get very interesting" she said nodding down the garden. They looked and heard loud noise of excitement as the rest of the group arrived back from their tour with David, all of them overwhelmed and excited, Josh was the only one holding back a little as he kept looking around as if searching for something he had lost. Pedro and Maria arrived and began setting the table for lunch, he gave Ben and Mark a nod in recognition. Ben walked over and gave Pedro a hug pleased to see him again. Mark turned to his mother "Oops" he said looking worried. Maddy looked at him "It's okay Mark he has been humming all morning knowing you two were coming home". "Really?" Mark looked astonished "Is he?" he asked expressing the question with his head. Maddy smiled "Oh god yes, he only recently told us". "Guys come over and meet Pedro" Ben called to the group. Mark did wonder if it was the Ben effect on his parents who were showing a little more openness about Pedro mingling after all he was employed by the family, but then his parents would often be more relaxed about the staff than his grand parents who were very old school in that fashion. Lunch was very enjoyable as both of Mark's parents warmed to everyone, Mark could tell they liked them all, especially Ethan who was very similar to Ben in many ways. Maddy and Josh seemed to hit it off big time sitting their laughing together whilst Adam and Tony talked to David about Liongate and the Davenports family history which they found interesting. After lunch David said he would take the boys down to Santa Monica pier and the beach and out of no where David called Pedro and asked if he wanted to join them. He was reluctant but Ben stepped in and pleaded with him to join them. At the house Maddy, Angelo and Mark sat discussing family things and how manage Ben's two sets of parents at the wedding. The butler walked out on to the terrace with Franco in tow who ran across to Maddy and gave her a big hug and also to Mark and Angelo his closest relative. Maddy asked for tea and although Franco didn't care to much for tea as a drink he always knew from growing up to mind his P's and Q's when with the Davenport side of the family. "How is the sunshine state?" Angelo asked him as he sat down. "It's okay, miss being up north with you all but I do like the tropical climate down there" Franco replied. Franco looked around "Where is everyone else?" he asked. "David has taken them all out to Santa Monica for the afternoon" Maddy replied. "Oh" was all that Franco could manage to say. Mark looked at him "Josh is with them as well". Franco turned quickly "He came, I mean neat glad he decided to come here". They decided not to broach the subject about his apparent antics in Miami, instead Angelo fired a warning shot across the table about Josh and how sensitive he still is about him. Franco nodded as he didn't want to upset Angelo but he so wanted to see Josh again, after all they had become very close as friends and they would exchange messages a couple of times a week. All the time Franco had been itching to get to his phone as he had received a message from Joaquim, when he opened it he found that Joaquim was in town for several days before his flight back to Miami and he was staying in Palisades with friends. He took the bold step of asking if Joaquim could meet him on Christmas day for a couple of hours and whilst Joaquim said yes he made it very clear it was not on the pretence of having sex. "Bobby" Mark called out seeing him walking out of the lounge towards them, he stood and went to meet him. Bobby smiled "Mark, so good to see you" he said hugging him "Angelo, Ben" he smiled hugging them both. "Come Bobby, this is Franco, Angelo's cousin from Miami" Mark introduced him to Franco. Bobby nodded and held out his hand "Franco nice to meet you" he said in a warm by guarded manner. "Yeah you to" Franco replied shaking his hand and staring him in the eye. Angelo immediately knew that Franco must have known about Bobby and Josh "Come sit down with us Bobby" he said. Bobby sat down and spoke to Maddy "It's all done plus I had another two enquiries this morning". Maddy smiled "I'm worried this is going to be bigger than we anticipated" she said. "Looks like quite a few people like the idea of having an inside Bel Air PR person" Bobby said sitting down. Maddy nodded "We may have to look at a website to handle queries and offers" she suggested. Angelo looked at Mark who smiled and knew what he was thinking "You should ask Josh" Angelo said in response. "Josh, oh yes he is studying web design" Bobby said remembering this from a conversation. "He could do it from Angelo's offices" Mark suggested looking at Angelo who nodded. Maddy agreed "Sounds like a good idea. How is your business going Angelo?" she asked. Angelo laughed "Too well, it's getting hard to manage on my own now since Mark never turns up". "Hey that's not fair.. well okay your right, but you don't pay me wages anyway!" Mark retorted laughing. "Plus Ben is suppose to start working for me but that is looking unlikely now" Angelo said looking at Mark. Bobby sat there laughing at the two of them going at each other "Is this always like this?" he asked looking at Maddy. She nodded "Every time but so much love between them" Maddy replied. It was getting late in to the afternoon and they had been on the terrace chatting for several hours before Bobby excused himself to get some work done, Maddy stopped him and said that for the next few days he was to dine with the family and friends and tonight being Christmas eve it was a casual holiday dinner, Bobby thanked her and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Bobby would normally wander to the kitchen and dine with Pedro and chef even though he had the apartment in the staff wing that was still bigger than his pad in NY he enjoyed the company and down time. Sometimes it felt strange working for a family but he was treated like a relative but would only dine with Maddy and David when he was invited to. Mark took Franco inside and showed him up to his room where he could grab a couple of hours sleep before dinner. David returned just after 5pm with everyone else and they joined Maddy, Angelo and Mark in the lounge whilst Pedro went off to get changed for work. Adam and Tony looking a little red from the sunshine were having an absolute ball and especially as David and Ben were spotted by photographers and decided to pose for a snap if they promised to leave them alone afterwards. David sat on the sofa next to Maddy "My god they are energetic" he said laughing. Maddy kissed him "Did you have fun?" she asked looking at them all. They all said in unison "Yes". "Maddy shall we go see 321" David said to Maddy quietly with a knowing look. Maddy smiled and nodded "I will get Ben and Mark". "I hope they will approve" David said picking his phone up and walking outside. Maddy stood up "Right everyone George our butler will show you to your rooms, Mark we need you and Ben". David returned "Ready?" he asked. Mark looked curious "Where are we going?" he asked. Maddy smiled and grabbed Ben taking him towards to the front and the waiting limo "Just go with it". They drove the few minutes on to St Pierre Road then turned through the wrought iron gates of 321 St Pierre Road and parked outside the modern yet old world type building with its vast array of windows set in the mansion looking building. They all got out of the car and met with the Joyce the realtor. Mark knew not to question his mother and just went with the tour of the house, which just appeared to be a guided tour rather than an open house sale. Ben had already clicked that they were showing them this house for a reason. Maddy looked at Ben "What do you think of this place?" she asked. Ben smiled "It's a lovely place and so homely, I mean Liongate is but this...." he didn't finish his sentence. "I know what you mean, it has a more warm homely feel" Maddy said in agreement. Ben nodded "It is lovely are you buying it?" he asked to which Maddy laughed. Mark and David joined them "What are you laughing about?" David asked. "Ben asked if we were buying it" she replied. David looked at Mark then at Ben "Do you both like it?". Ben was about to object and looked at Mark "I didn't know" Mark said. David put his arm around Ben "Okay be honest Ben we won't get upset". "It is a nice place, not quite Liongate but it is amazing inside" Ben replied. Maddy walked over "It's our gift to you both" Ben looked over at Maddy and David "I know by now not to argue" he said with a smile on his face. Mark kissed Ben then looked at his mother and father "It is to much but thank you". Ben did feel a little pressure to move here "I.. are you expecting us to move here?" he asked nervously. David shook his head "No you can use it to live in, holiday in, let friends stay here. It belongs to you both". Ben nodded "Okay". Maddy looked at him "The house is yours and if you do decide to spend more time here you have your own place". Ben looked around "We can still stay with you at Liongate right?". David and Maddy laughed "Absolutely we love having you there" Maddy replied. Mark put his arm around Ben and kissed him "We will need to decorate" he said bumping his hip against Ben. "Oh yes, Heike can do it" Ben suggested but Mark was already nodding and smiling "You better tell her". As the limo pulled away the realtor was already posting the sold sign on the placard out front. This was the first time Ben really felt that his life was changing, his head was still yearning for a simple life with his lover but he couldn't help himself as he to was feeling so happy being back in California and he knew in his heart they would be spending more time here than in Larchmont. It helped understanding that he also now had the means to travel back and forwards to the east coast to see his family and the gang whenever he wanted to. The more he thought about it the more he was picturing his life with Mark and planning on how 321 would be. They reached Liongate and David took Ben for a walk in the garden to have a talk. "Lets have an honest talk Ben I want to know what your really feeling." David started off saying. Ben sat on the wall by the tennis court "It is all still a bit much to take in". David nodded "I understand that but we don't want you to feel awkward in anyway" he said. Ben looked at him "I love it here David, Liongate, you and Maddy and my father is here". "But" David suggested putting his arm around him. Ben looked at the house "You promise this is between us?" he looked at David. David nodded "Between Maddy you and I, Maddy and I have no secrets" he replied. Ben smiled "I know Mark is happiest here, you know I will do anything to make him happy". "Does that mean what I think it means?" David asked him. Ben nodded "I can't help but see our lives here, but when I just don't know that yet". "Don't be fooled Ben you know Mark would be happy anywhere with you" David said assuring him. "Yeah I know he would" Ben said then continued "It's the friends and family on the east coast". David smiled "Understandable. Remember though Ben if you want anything you only have to ask". "Thank you David or can I call you father?" Ben laughed and wondered if he cad gone to fast. "Father would be just fine Ben, come on lets get ready for dinner and use that credit card" David stood up laughing. Josh was showered and changed ready for dinner then popped next door to see if Adam and Tony had finished getting changed, the three of them headed down the stairs and out on to the terrace where they sat down chatting whilst waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive. Spending Christmas in LA was turning out to be stranger than they anticipated with the warm weather as they were use to biting cold winds and snow, they certainly never expected to be sitting outside on Christmas Eve. Ethan and Angelo arrived and sat down to join them. "How are you doing Josh?" Angelo asked sitting down next to him. Josh looked at him "Oh okay" he replied, Angelo raised his eyebrows and Josh knew "I haven't seem them yet". Angelo nodded "If you want me to keep Franco out of your way just let me know". "Nah that's okay, I have to have closure on that" Josh replied as Pedro walked across the terrace. "Mr & Mrs Davenport are having drinks in the reception lounge" Pedro said gesturing for them to follow. The five of them followed Pedro to the reception lounge all of them checking out Pedro's ass as he walked in front. They entered the room to find Maddy, David and Bobby standing there talking and laughing. Josh's heart seemed to beat faster seeing Bobby in the room, he didn't know it but the others saw the smile as big as his face and his eyes on Bobby. Mark, Ben and Franco entered the room behind the others, Franco stopped for a moment watching and seeing Josh and Bobby looking at each other, not how he hoped seeing Josh would turn out so he called his name out. Josh stopped and turned around and looked 'Franco' he said running towards him, they embraced and hugged Josh nearly crying at seeing him again in the flesh. Bobby watched on with a sad smile on his face at the scene playing out in front of him, after all he had hoped the few days Josh would be around he could get closer to him but it looked like the lights were fading fast. "When did you get here?" Josh asked him as the other moved away leaving them alone. "This afternoon whilst you were all down at the beach" Franco replied. Josh looked Franco in the eye "I'm so happy to see you Franco, god I miss my Latino friend". "I hear you were pretty upset about me leaving?" Franco hugged Josh again. Josh nodded "Yes, but I think finally I am now over it and the crush I had on you". "Good, I hope we can move on as friends Josh, very close friends" Franco said hugging him harder. Josh looked Franco in the eye "You have changed Franco, and I love you so much as a friend". Franco hugged him again "We need to talk later" he said watching Bobby across the room. Franco and Josh walk towards the rest of the guests arms around each others shoulders picking up as if it were only yesterday he left for Miami. Josh released his arm from around Franco's shoulder and walked up to Bobby who was trying to keep engaged in conversation with David, several pairs of eyes suddenly went on Josh and Bobby as he stopped talking and said hello to Josh and kissed him on the cheek. Angelo and Mark shook their heads with tiny movements as they had seen this reaction before as a very subtle brush off. Bobby hurt inside but he wanted to keep some distance between them seeing that Josh was completely occupied by Franco. Josh on the other hand didn't understand what he done and why Bobby just greeted him like a familiar acquaintance and not someone you had been intimately close with. He just couldn't fathom out why it upset him and caused turmoil in his own thoughts. Josh went back to Franco, Ethan and Ben and joined his college buddies whilst Mark moved around the group and got Bobby's arm guiding him just out of earshot of the others. "What's going on with you?" Mark asked him quietly. Bobby glanced towards Franco "Sorry Mark, it is seeing Josh with Franco, it was almost like I was invisible". Mark held his arm "Don't judge the situation to quickly Bobby, they are still close as friends". Bobby looked at Mark "Is it just friends?" he asked. Mark nodded "Yes and we clearly saw Josh was quite put out when you played it low key just now". "It's just I see Franco looking at me with daggers in his eyes" Bobby remarked looking down. Mark chuckled "Oh that is Franco to a tee, but don't be fooled, he will protect Josh big time". Bobby nodded "You all seem to protect each other". Angelo walked over "Come on Bobby don't be an outcast" he said taking Bobby away. Josh appeared very demur and watch Bobby, he figured it must be the distance and that he had a whole new world over here compared to back east. It was Maddy who watched Josh then Bobby and she knew something was not sitting quite right and put two and two together to get Franco, she whispered in David's ear and nodded towards where Mark stood. David walked over to Mark "What is going on son?" he asked Mark smiled "Trying to get Bobby and Josh together, but it is a bit awkward with Franco being here". David laughed "Has Franco said anything about his swing in to bisexuality?". Mark shook his head hushing his father "No, but maybe there is something you can do" he said looking at him. David nodded "You want me to invite Josh to stay a bit longer?" he prompted. "Well yes sort of, do you think it's wrong of us to intervene?" Mark asked wondering if it was a good idea. David paused for a moment "You mother asked me to find out. Would it work though?" he asked looking at Mark. "Don't know but maybe it would be the only way to find out, after all they did have chemistry" Mark replied. "You lot do seem a have a very unorthodox group here" David said laughing "Like your own family". Mark nodded "Oh mother told me you set up a company for Bobby" he said changing the subject. "Oh yes, everyone around here seems to want in and they like the idea" David said smiling. "Wow that is good news and I knew Bobby would be ideal and fit in" Mark said hugging his father. David laughed "Yeah we just need to get a web design company to build a site for members". Mark looked at him "Josh, I mean he has just finished studying web design and quit college". "Really, now that has made things interesting and gives us a reason to bring him here" David replied. Mark looked over at Josh "Lets see how things work out in the next couple of days first" and David agreed. Maddy deliberately put Josh and Bobby together at the last minute as she checked the table before dinner, both Maddy and David were in high spirits having the four young guys in the house brought things alive and gave Liongate much needed life and fun for Christmas. Josh sat down next to Bobby still talking and laughing with Ethan and Ben, he settled in his seat and made small talk with Bobby trying to find out if he had met someone already here in LA and hence the cold shoulder. Josh put it out of his mind and enjoyed dinner talking quite a lot with David and without realising he was revealing a lot of information about his family life and education. Coffee was being served and he once again glanced at Bobby, he moved his hand over to Bobby's that was resting on his lap and held it. Bobby turned to look at Josh "I miss you Josh" he said quietly. Josh looked down at his hand "Why the strange welcome?" he asked. Bobby glanced in Franco's direction "You seem more interested in Franco, isn't that who you want?". Josh's stomach sank and he felt sick at the strange reaction he was having and his eyes began welling, standing up he excused himself and rushed out of the dining room.

Any one is welcome to comment, but this is prolly mostly for those who bottom and clean out. We are a generally the same anatomically, but there can be differences too. i know there are others who have experienced this: water retention from clean out. Sometimes that can be a good thing, like when a Top pisses in me. i love to retain whatever a Top leaves in me from Himself, so i've slept overnight with piss in me without mishap. I've been stealth pissed at an ABS and didn't realize it till much later at home. i suspect a guy pissed in me at an ABS once and i was bred by two guys after without leaking, i suspect i'd been pissed in thinking back (deep pauses while fucking). So that's a plus. But there are times when doing a deep clean out when it is tricky to get all the water out. my tricks are fingers, long dildos, or while in the shower, taking my long douche nozzle off the hose and pushing it deep... that can work pretty well cause it makes a sort of drain hole. i also have a habit of 'resting' for a bit in case my body moves some water out. With all of that though, i;ve had times where i've come home from being slutty and have an undeniable urgency and gush water. That's kinda scary because i figure just one long cock at the wrong time could have resulted in a flood. What do you guys do to ensure all the water is out first? Is there a fool proof method you've found?

Part 2 I slowly lifted his shirt up his body, not fully undressing him. Before he knew what was happening, he was underneath me on the mattress, his jeans unbuttoned, with one of my hands still groping his nipples and the other hand sliding underneath his briefs, down his dick and balls and resting over his hole. I knew Chris was smooth, but through touch I confirmed he didn't have a single hair on his genitals or his hole. Didn't even have a single chest hair. I felt my dick stir. Fuck. It's like the boy knew exactly what I liked. Don't get me wrong - I've fucked my fair share of girls, but total smoothness on a boy is completely different. It's not exactly feminine, it's more of acceptance that he is a faggot and a boy, not a man. And unlike with girls, the only reason boys shave and wax is to hopefully please certain men. I could no longer resist. I roughly grabbed the belt of his skinny jeans and ripped them off of him. Fuck, I was going to go insane from lust. Chris' legs were perfectly smooth and highlighted his very toned calves. I could tell how deep his tan was by his deep speedo tanline. Chris must've caught me looking at him with the eyes of a predator. "You like that?" he asked. "Oh, baby...", I groaned. "Oh...baby...." I ran my hands over his body, just groping whatever I can get. He felt so good. His body was cold from being outside, but with my giant wall of muscle cradling him and my hands running all over him, I was going to warm him up fast. I pulled Chris' shirt off next, and decided to leave his jockstrap on. He was wearing a thin black one with white stripes, and it looked hot stretched out over his smooth bubble butt. "Oh...fuck, babe," I kept whispering to myself. I unwrapped him like a present. I took his dick out of his jockstrap, already completely limp from the Tina. Just how I like it. Guys like to play with a faggot's dick, even suck it, but I had already decided for Chris he wasn't going to be using it much. "Daddy! Don't!" Chris cried out as I squeezed his dick hard. I smirked. I wasn't going to keep torturing him, but I just wanted to hear him cry out. And it made me feel happy to hear the boy call me daddy. It didn't faze his affection for me though. Naked on my dirty mattress after i had just inflicted pain on him and enjoyed it, Chris turned to look at me with doe eyes. His pupils were dilated, and he looked a little cracked out already since it was his first time, but there was no mistaking the attachment and affection in his gaze. I had him in my lap (I was still fully clothed), one hand on his nipple and the other hand just softly grazing his hole. He wrapped his arms around my neck. "Daddy... you make me feel so good," Chris whispered. His delicate, angelic face pressed against my hard, muscled one. "Yeah baby? Daddy's gonna make you feel real good all the time," I uttered back in a deep, seedy whisper. My lips grazed his as my sentence trailed off. I started kissing him softly, then hungrily tongued him and slobbered over him, sloppy and aggressive. Then I'd get tender again. While kissing him, it occurred to me that he wasn't as tweaked as I wanted him to be yet. He was obviously high, wired and uncontrollably horny, but I prefer to have sex with sluts who are completely fucked up and barely even functional. When I broke the kiss, I held up the bong. "Want another hit, baby?" I asked. "Fuck yeah," Chris said excitedly. "Take another. Take a couple," I added with a grin. I pressed the mouthpiece of the bong to his lips and lit it up. The body of the bong was almost yellow with how thick the smoke was. He had to stop sucking halfway and exhale, blowing out a stream of the thickest white clouds I've seen in a while. But he wasn't done, and I pressed the bong to his lips again to make sure he emptied the smoke inside. He coughed and gagged, a little nauseous from the taste and the heaviness of the vapor. I gave him some time to recover - I didn't have anything to get the taste out, unfortunately, but that didn't mean he could stop hitting the bong. After he finished coughing, I immediately pressed the bong to his lips again and I didn't go easy on him, giving him just as intense of a hit the second time. I fucking torched the bowl. Almost immediately after, i dipped my finger into a tub of vaseline, then scraped a couple crystals, and slowly dug it into his fresh pink pussy. "Ahhh!" he moaned. He winced as the crystals slowly dissolved into his bloodstream, burning him from inside. I know it hurt, so i just let my fingers sit there for a bit and let him recover. Again, even though I was the one who caused him pain without warning or consent, he looked at me for comfort. Eyes desperate for a kiss to make the pain better. I quickly complied, making out with him sweetly as his hole finally adjusted. I slowly pulled my fingers out. He kissed me hungrily like he loved me. Maybe he did. Boys fall quickly like that. He didn't even know that he wasn't going to be leaving this dark room with its dirty mattress for the foreseeable future. His eyes were out of sync at this point, and he was muttering unintelligibly. A bit of drool was leaking from his lip and his body had small convulsions here and there every time he got a chill. "You feel good, baby?" I asked. "Yeahhh!" he practically yelled. "Fuck daddy, I wanna be a meth whore! All I want is more drugs and as much cock as I can get!" Parts of his speech went in and out, but I'm pretty sure that's what he said. His hand was over his hole, desperately trying to make it feel something. "Faggot," I growled, suddenly changing my tone. "You're finally where I want you. Two steps away from an overdose." This only turned Chris on. His blue eyes, which faded a little in color, glared at me in an attempt to focus on my face. "I want... I want to always be this fucked up when I'm with you," he said weakly. "Daddy... Daddy, can you fuck me? Please? I need it...I need it so bad." I put my mouth against Chris' ear and whispered, "Fucking faggot whore. Look at you begging for my dick inside your little cunt." "Please... please," he kept pleading. "Daddy, I need a dick inside my hole." In the ten minutes we've been laying together on this filthy mattress, I had become Daddy to Chris and he'd become Faggot to me. As far as I can remember, we never used our actual names with each other again. My lip curled as I got turned on by how our names solidified our new relationship. I grabbed him by his tiny waist and threw him on the other side of the mattress. "Spread your legs wide open, Faggot," I demanded. "Show me that pussy." Faggot wasted no time. He raised his legs and spread them as wide as he could. He even grabbed his asscheeks and pulled them apart with his hands, desperately trying to open his hole up more. Damn. It really was a pussy. It was smooth and bright pink. The hole was so tender and tight you would've thought it was untouched. Just looking at it made me want him to bear my children. I had to unbutton and unzip my jeans right away as my dick was getting so hard that it was hurting, trying to burst through my pants. It swooped right out, completely hard, pointing directly out from me. I'm proud of my dick. It's not a beer-can dick. It's not so thick. However, it's a full 10.5" of average girth, totally solid, uncut bone. It might have even been a little on the thin side. Now I don't know why, but even when I smoke Tina, my dick is always rock hard once I'm horny. It's like I had reverse erectile dysfunction, my dick always got the stiffest and hardest boners, ever since I was a boy. Occasionally, it could only get semi-hard if I do too much Tina, but a cock ring and a viagra quickly turn it into a rock pole. My manhood seemed to perfectly complement Faggot's cunt hole. It was so tight, the hardness and small girth would more easily enter. I wasn't going to risk damaging his hole just yet though. I need that thing to work for a long time. I squirted a ton of baby oil into the tub of vaseline and scooped a giant, gooey lather of the grease onto his hole, rubbing it in a little with my finger. I rubbed a light layer on my dick too. I tossed Faggot a fresh bottle of poppers, a silent order for him to prepare himself. Violently spun, he fumbled to unscrew the bottle and shakily snorted from both nostrils. Deep. Just as he was about to screw the cap back on, I stopped him. "Wait - 2 more deep hits," I ordered. The boy looked like he had been destroyed by the combined highs of the meth and the poppers. His blond hair was tousled, his blue eyes wonky, his white teeth chattery, and now he looked dizzy and unfocused. All he could produce were loud moans and "Oh...Fuck..." I took the bottle of poppers from him. I didn't trust him to put the cap on safely anyway. I took two deep hits too. Fuck. A wave of what can only be described as intense perversion swept over me, and as the poppers dotted my vision, I looked at Faggot through an even more degrading lens. He was so damn sexy with his tan smooth body and his legs spread open for me, it was even hotter that his clean cut appearance was trashed by how drugged up he was. As the rush of the poppers hit me and then swept behind me, all I could think about was fucking him however I wanted. I pressed my dick hard against his greased up pussy. It still met with a little resistance, but the poppers relaxed his hole significantly and opened it up a lot more. My dick was uncut, so the head didn't need to pop in first. It penetrated like a stick. "FUUUUUUCK YEAHHHH!" I roared like a beast. "OHHHH FUCK! FUCKKK IT'S IN!" Faggot yelled. My head spasmed with pleasure, and my eyes rolled back into my head. For a moment, I even thanked my parents for not circumcising me so that I could enjoy the full pleasure of the pussy I was in right now. The Faggot's breeding hole was warm, soft, and tightly wrapped around my dick. Most of all, he was wet too. His hole squirted like crazy from arousal. The drugs probably helped with that. My dick felt so much friction against his insides and was coated with so much of the oily lube and juice that my body shook from the sensations I felt. "Unh! Uhhhh!" he moaned like a bitch as I continued to push in deeper.. and deeper. Whenever he thought it couldn't get any deeper, I pressed his legs further back and shoved more in. His eyes widened as my dick hit a painful spot. Because it was so hard and didn't curve to the inside of his hole, it probably jammed deeper than his pussy could even take. "AHH! SO DEEP!" he screamed, wincing in pain. "YEAH?" I boomed. "YOU FEEL IT DEEP IN YOU?" "TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP!" he gasped. "Fuck you, Faggot. You'll get used to it," I said. And then I spit on him. It landed in a thick wad on the side of his perfect, shiny, tan cheek. He looked helpless, and if I could get any harder from that, I would've. My dick might've pulsed with arousal. A smooth twink with a smooth tight hole completely at my mercy, meaning no one was going to stop anything I did to violate or degrade him. I allowed Faggot to take two more deep hits of the poppers before moving my dick. Once the cap was screwed on, the gloves came off. I withdrew almost the entire length of my dick, which must've felt crazy for the boy, then plunged back in. And out and in again, and out and in again, so fast the Faggot could barely breathe and scream to keep up. My dick ripped through his pussy, stabbing in and out. Each stroke made me feel like his cunt was rubbing ecstasy straight into my dick. It definitely felt even better watching him yelp at the top of his lungs with each thrust. "UH! UH! UH! UH! AH! UHH!" "FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID SLUT! I'M GONNA FUCK THAT TWEAKED UP CUNT SO HARD BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DESERVE, FAGGOT! YOU FUCKING WHORE TRASH!" I barked. I didn't care if he was loud. When I got verbal, I yell obscenities at whoever I'm fucking. I sound like a drill sergeant. His screaming and moaning and my aggressive roaring mixed together to fill the silent room with the explosive sound of sex. The fact of the matter is the household upstairs can complain all they want to the landlord, but their noise complaints go unheard. The landlord buys crack from me (after all, that's how I got the basement), so he's on my side and would do anything to keep the police from coming. I found out a week later they left before their lease ended because they couldn't live with the extremely loud sex through the thin ceiling/floor occurring at all times of day and weird times of night. I pounded Faggot for 40 minutes straight. His sexy legs and delicate smooth little feet bounced and flailed around my arms and shoulders the whole time as I fucked him. If a while went by without any harsh words reminding him his only worth was giving me pleasure with his body and pussy, I'd spit on him and slap him. At one point, I pulled out completely. Then I charged in, ramming straight to the deepest point I could possibly reach, and while his little body folded to take the impact, I spit straight into the center of his face, splattering from his nose to his cheekbones, then slapped him hard with the full force of my titanic, muscular strength. His face was so red it burned through the tan. He cried out in surprise and pain, but took it like a good slave boy. To reward him, I grabbed him by the hair and slapped him across the face three more times before spitting on him one more time and giving him a quick kiss. Then I grabbed one of his ankles and punch-fucked him for a minute straight. He was gasping for air, not even being able to react to the abuse happening so quickly and one after another. But no matter what I did, when he looked me in the eyes, it was the same expression of love, only shadowed by a bit of pleading. He was high as a kite and he couldn't help it, because the dick felt so good in him and he was so horny and hungry for a man to use him, all he could see was his strong, sexy, manly daddy. At this point, he knew that his daddy was depraved and sadistic. But dick and drugs could turn a boy into a hopeless lover. Finally, I felt the electric sensation of wanting to cum, an burning sensitivity rushing through my penis as it thrusted. I grabbed both his ankles hard enough to snap them off and buried my cock to the hilt as I unloaded one of the biggest nuts in recent memory. My whole body convulsed as I roared and gasped, shuddering as my cock just pulsed inside him, shooting jet after jet of my seed into him. He moaned in ecstasy as he felt my dick harden and vibrate. Then, everything became silent besides for our grunting and panting. I slowly pulled my dick out. A splash of cum was dragged back with it and popped out of his hole. One thick drop trickled down his tailbone. For a moment, all I could do is just touch him and finger him gently to feel the cum inside his hole. It was still so smooth and tender. It's amazing how something that felt so soft inside could withstand the brutal beating my dick just gave it. Faggot looked completely used up and laid limp, his legs having fallen on the mattress after his marathon of having them being split apart. He was still a handsome, beautiful boy even like this. I laid down next to him and caressed his face and body, kissing him. "Daddy," he groaned weakly. "I... i want more..." I smiled just a little, feeling pride in how much of a cock whore I turned him into in just an hour. Out of impulse, I suddenly decided to revise my plan for enslaving him. I was just going to take him. I got up and zipped my jeans up. From one of the cabinets I retrieved a brown leather leash with a 5 foot chain. I pressed my body down on Faggot to restrain him and clipped the collar of the leash around his neck. I looped a small padlock around where I clipped it and locked it shut. Then, I tied the chain around one of the pipes protruding from the wall and put a padlock around the tied chain. I had the keys in the main room, where he wouldn't be able to reach. Tweaked and confused, Faggot yanked experimentally at the chain. Then, he realized he was trapped, but he didn't panic. He looked at me with puppy eyes with a pleading look, just waiting for me to explain. I got on the mattress with my enslaved boy and held his naked body in my giant arms. "Listen, Faggot," I said softly. "I'm going to turn you into my whore. You're going to live here now, and you're never going to leave this fucking room, got it? I recorded everything that just happened, you doing the drugs and getting fucked, and I'm going to anonymously send it to your parents, teachers, friends, whoever I can get ahold of. You're never going to see or talk to any of those people ever again. I'm going to smash your phone, throw out your house keys, and keep your wallet. From now on, this is your new reality." Even violently high, Faggot was realizing the gravity of the situation. "Daddy... Please! Don't show anyone the video. Please," he begged. "I'll be a good boy. I'll do whatever you want. Please..." Tears welled up in his eyes, realizing the shock that would hit everyone he ever knew. I ran my hand through his hair. "Bitch, you're going to do whatever I want anyways. That's not going to stop me. I'm going to send it to all of them through your phone and tell them you couldn't resist your inner whore anymore and ran off to become a pornstar. And you're going to become a pornstar, because these videos are going on any porn site I can publish them on, and I'm going to make whatever money I can from filming you. From now on, your purpose is taking my dick whenever I'm horny and making money using your body and cunt. All of my nut goes in you. All of my piss goes in you or on you. There are going to be men coming in and out to come fuck you. That's because I'm going to sell your pussy to them. When I make a sale, I'll tell you to get ready." Faggot looked at me with fear and arousal. His lip trembled, and his handsome face looked almost pitiful. He looked so helpless and boyish I almost felt sorry for him until I remembered that he's just a piece of property now. Even still, I knew a small part of him was excited to be with me and embrace an endless cycle of drugs, sex, and personal and physical maintenance. ------ The next day, I woke up with Faggot in my arms. Being in the basement with no windows, I couldn't even tell what time it was or how long we slept. Last night, he cried a little bit after reality kicked in, but I gave him some weed to smoke and slept on the mattress with him instead of my bed. The boy calmed down eventually and fell asleep, and I fell asleep holding him. I let him continue to sleep. One perk of being here is that he doesn't have to wake up to an alarm. When he eventually did wake up, I was ready to introduce him the finer details of his new life. I made him a small breakfast of eggs and packaged fruit and brought him a gallon jug of water for the day. As he ate, I spoke. "We're going to have to have rules to keep you in place. "Let's start with the most important one. You can't refuse any man I sell you to. Old, ugly, fat, short, sweaty, smelly, I don't give a fuck. They pay, they fuck. If they want to fuck raw, which will be encouraged because I'm not supplying condoms, you take it raw. Nod if you understand." Faggot nodded vigorously, determined. "Second. Sometimes I'm going to have to take you out. I might take you on a house call to a john or to a bathhouse. I definitely have to take you to the doctor and get tested constantly since you'll be taking so much raw dick and cum. You're going to get diseases, so I gotta catch them fast so that you can still fuck. You need to go to a dentist, go to the gym, and tan. When we go out, I lead you by your leash and you keep a blindfold on. You get one outfit to put on: the one you wore here today. You hop right into the back of my van and wait for me to let you out." "People are also going to ask questions. They're going to see you filthy and dressed like a street whore when you show up to the doctor's office. Let me do the talking. Under no circumstances are you to talk to anyone when we go out unless it's a man who's going to fuck you. I want my whore to interact only with men who use you for sex. That'll be all you know and all the companionship you get. If you try to ask anyone for help, remember you'll be out on the street homeless with severe withdrawal from any number of drugs I'm gonna put you on. That, and before I go to jail, I'm going to beat the shit out of you. And you won't have any money or ID, because, third, any money you earn goes to me. Whatever you need, I buy for you if I want to. Including drugs. "Fourth, you keep cum inside you as long as you can. I will flush your hole out regularly to keep it clean, but you are a cum dump slut and when I fuck you at the end of the night, you better be oozing. I don't care how nasty the guys are who breed you, you respect them by letting their sperm inseminate every fiber of your being. "Fifth, you will always be high. I'll be fucking you up with all kinds of stuff of my choosing. I even got stuff to make you sleep. When men come to fuck you, you will always be tweaked beforehand and given more during or in-between. If you're going to be my whore, I'm going to force you to be heavily addicted to drugs and sex. The johns will know that you are useless without drugs and sex and therefore should feel like they can treat you pretty much however they want because you're a desperate, fucked up piece of garbage who needs their dick to survive. I will make sure you're safe and not damaged in order to ensure you can continue doing your job. "Finally, your name is no longer Chris, and I don't want to ever hear that name again. From now on, your name is now Faggot. One of my buddies learned how to tattoo, so he'll be tattooing your name as a tramp stamp on your back. That way, johns will know that Faggot is your name." I finished as Faggot finished chewing his food. It took him a long time to put it down since he still had residual T in his system. He looked at me with those blue eyes, fresh and sparkly after a full night's sleep, but a little red from crying. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned into me and wrapped his smooth body around my torso and rested his ass in my lap. "Daddy?" "Yeah, Faggot?" "Does this mean I'm going to do meth everyday and get fucked by you constantly? Multiple times a day?" "Yeah. You're going to feel real good on T all the time, baby. And now that I have you, I'm never going to jerk off again. If I wanna get off, we have sex." The boy leaned his blond hair into my big chest. He felt so small and fragile in my arms, even though he was a fully toned and developed young man. "Then fuck it. I want to be your whore, and I don't need anything from my old life. As long as I have you, I don't need anything or anyone else. At home or at school, I'm always horny and wishing that men were gay and would fuck me. If the only human interaction I have is with men and through having sex, that's more than enough. I want to be a good whore for you, Daddy." I looked at Faggot and felt nothing but pride and love for the boy. I took his life from him and he's still going to be a good whore boy for me. That's exactly the kind of unconditional worship I expect from him. I wanted to tell him I love him, but what I really loved was the piece of flesh that he was. I held him in my arms and kissed him softly for a while, and then without a word, I stood up and left him chained there. I opened up grindr, Scruff, bbrt, A4A, and craigslist. It was time to make him some profiles. Part 3 coming soon

I was about 30 when I hooked up with a black dude one afternoon on manhunt. The first time he fucked me with a condom on, but after that he wanted to me fuck again but this time as he was pushing the head of his dick against my hole he looked at me straight in the eyes and asked me if I wanted it in. I said yeah, and then he blew his load deep in me. He fucked me one more time that afternoon. We hooked up a few more time after that, but that first time he bred me was the hottest experience I had. And after that I knew I was hooked on barebacking and have rarely used condoms since then.

I used to cruise for sex at a shopping centre close to both work and my home in Brissy. I soon determined that when on holiday, the best time to meet tradies was at lunch time between 12:00 and 2:00 PM. As there was a lot of construction going on at the time, the construction workers would go there for lunch and take a dump or what ever in the dunny. There were three dunnies in the men's room and on this day two were occupied so I took the one that was vacant, closed the door, sat on the dunny and started to wank. I was in the left dunny, another guy in the middle and another in the one on his right. I heard the dunny flush and the guy in the middle left. Just as I was about to open my door and move into the middle dunny, the door opened and another guy came in and took the middle dunny, so I sat down and resumed wanking. After a minute or so, I took a peep under the wall and saw dirty workman's boots and a pair of football shorts around the man's ankles. After a couple of minutes I plucked up the courage to look through a small hole in the wall and saw an eye looking back at me. 'Fuck, if this guy is butch. He might want to punch the shit out of me', I thought, so I sat down and nursed my throbbing cock. Even though it was a bit scary it was turning me on. The next thing I know the guy was looking at me under the wall. When I caught him he quickly pulled away. Next I saw his hand come under the wall with a pen rolled up in some dunny paper. I took the note and read "Cum in here with me." I thought the guy must have liked what he saw so I wrote "OK" and passed it back to him. I unlocked my door and walked out just as another guy came in. I went to the wash basins and pretended to wash my hands. The new guy took my place in the now vacant left hand dunny. I walked over to the middle dunny and tried to look through the crack in the door. It slowly opened so I went in and locked the door behind me. This guy was a muscled fucking tradie sitting on the dunny with his legs apart wanking a nice thick cut cock. I knelt down and started to suck him off and he moaned. The dunny seat was the kind with a gap in the front so I slipped my hand through it and started to finger his hole. To my surprise he started to moan even more. He quietly asked me to stand up so I did and he took my uncut cock in his mouth and worked my foreskin like magic. We were both getting off on each other, oblivious to the other guys next to us. He pushed me back and my cock popped out of his mouth which was now fucking fully hard and well lubed with his spit. He turned around and knelt on the dunny seat presenting me with his arse. I knelt down and started to drive my tongue in and out of his hole. He moaned like a hot whore. While I was doing this he was wanking his cock so hard and fast I thought he would do himself an injury. "Fuck me, fuck me, shove that cock up my arse," he snorted. So I spat on his hole, and also lubed my cock, pulled my foreskin all the way over the head of my cock, and positioned it at the opening of his arse. I rubbed it up and down his crack, teasing him with it, I slipped it up and down and made him feel my oversized cum filled balls press against his rosebud. "Fuck me, fuck me now before I blow." he pleaded. I positioned my cock at his arse opening and pushed my cock all the way in. His arse was hot and tight and I felt my foreskin slide all the way back as I entered his arse. His moans became louder but I didn't care. I simply piston-fucked his tight hole. He grunted, in fact, all but screamed and shouted "Fuck me, fuck me I'm going to cum." I drove may cock balls deep into his arse and threw my head back with the pleasure of it. It was then I noticed the two guys on either side had stood up on their dunny seats and were enjoying the show. One of the men encouraged me, saying "Go on give him what he wants fuck his tradie arse." I could tell by the way they were shaking that they were both wanking and getting off on this fuck. My cock got harder, fucking turned on by the tradie and the audience. The Tradie yelped and shouted "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Not to be outdone, I resumed my focus and drove my cock in and out as hard as I could. I felt his arse tighten around my cock and he clamped down so tightly, I was all but locked in his arse. I grabbed his shoulders with both hands and drove my cock deep into his hot hole, slumped forward and looked over his shoulder and felt the spasms in his arse and saw cum shoot out of his cock and hit the wall. Instantly, my balls rose and I could feel the cum travelling through my cock and bursting out of the eye of my cock into his hot moist tight arse. My body convulsed as my monster load left my balls. I slumped forward over my tradie, pushing his head down near the flusher. We stayed locked together savouring our experience fucking. The two guys watching grunted their approval and obviously spat their loads too. Eventually we disengaged, he dressed, said "Thanks, mate" and left. I took his place on the dunny, admiring my cock as I regained my strength from the best dunny tradie fuck I had ever experienced. This is a true story.

Three is the maximum I’ve had. Was from a blowjob. I kept sucking after the first load, ignoring his whimpering that it was too sensitive and he came again after about 30 seconds. The third came a couple of minutes after that, at which point he started going soft and insisted he was spent

I didn't know there was a name for it until reading this right now. I had an experience about 10 or 12 years ago that was like this. It was really really hot, but weird, too. I met a guy, I think it was on Craigslist. He was a str8 guy. Lived with his girlfriend. He was a mailman here in Vegas. He had told me he just wanted to get blown. He had a fairly large cock, but not overly huge. But, he said his girlfriend was lousy at sucking dick and that he loved getting blown. So, I met him one afternoon at a seedy motel after he got off his mail route. I sucked and rimmed him. I asked him to fuck me, but he said he wasn't into fucking guys. Just wanted oral. So, I continued to suck him and edge him for about 45 minutes. Finally he said he just wanted to see what it felt like to have his cock in my ass. So I lubed up my ass with spit and knelt on the bed. He slid up in me and seemed to really love the feeling. He was soon really pounding my ass. It only took him 4 or 5 minutes of fucking, before he started to groan and throb in my ass. I could feel his cum begin to fill my ass. Finally, he pulled out of me and just continued to cum, and cum and cum. It seemed he continued to cum for well over one or two minutes. He was soaking the sheets and mattress with his cum. Some of his cum even hit the headboard. I tried to catch some of it in my mouth, but it was too much for me to even try to drink. He and I were both laughing. He's saying "Sorry, dude. This just happens". I've always just thought is was just one hell of a hot experience. About 2 hours later, I just couldn't hold it in my ass any longer. I thought I was going to soil myself before I could get to a toilet. But, I made it. I swear that about half a cup of cum came out of me. I still had cum cum out the next morning.

yeah! Tag team chub fucking! nothing better. If you would spread open those huge butt cheeks for me so I can get in deep, I'll return the favour,buddy.

PART 15 I didn’t get to hear the conversation Tom had, but it was short. He had a non stop stream of porn on and teased my hole and cock enough to keep me from totally freaking out over the fact that he has just called a guy that I had never met or seen or knew anything about to cum over and fuck me. Bareback. And I already had Tom’s hiv positive cum soaking into me as I lay there. Fortunately, it was pretty quick when the door knocked and opened and I heard a “Tom, it’s Ron”, called from the entry. And I was naked with Tom’s cum in me and hole a wet mess of cum and lube, with my own cum still drying on my chest and tummy. I was super super nervous as I heard Ron come up the stairs. Tom was standing next to the bed, his hand idly playing with my cock and then rubbing my thighs. And then Ron walked in. He was tall, like 6 5” ay least and thin, like a runner. His lean body was defined well and I loved how I could see his veins bulge out. His mostly gray hair was cut short and he had a muatache, but his body was fairly smooth. And as he took off his t shirt, it revealed a smooth chest as well. As he stood before me, me naked laying on the bed totally exposed and hard, Tom spoke up, “Ron meet my new very very special friend Chris. Chris this is Ron and I think you two are going to love each other.” Then looking at Ron directly, he added “ this boy has the best hottest little hole I might have ever had. And we’ve only pumped a few loads in him so far, but I think it’s safe to say young Chris is addicted to having his hole bred.” Then looking at me, he said “ isn’t that right sexy boys?” I just nodded, embarrassed to admit it in front of this stranger. “Chris I am very happy to meet you. You are beautiful. I can’t wait to flip you over and see that ass. What a hot boy body. You ARE 18 right?” He half joked. “I swear I am 18!”, I replied laughing nervously. “Ron, you can’t keep teasing the boy, get those shorts off. No clothes allowed in this room!”, Tom spoke up. And Ron loosened the drawstring on his gym shorts and they fell to the floor revealing what was now a partially gorgeous cut cock. And it was already bigger than mine and he wasn’t even half hard.his hand went to it and began to stroke it to hardness. “Chris, what do you want?”, whispered Tom in that way he had of making sexy even sexier. “I want it, I want to suck it. Please...”, I blurted my true feelings. Ron quickly closed the distance and I sat up and gripped his now hard cock and opened up as I licked my lips and took his man cock into my eager mouth. Tom stepped back to watch as it became Ron and I. I worked on getting Ron’s cock wet and slick and alternated between trying to stuff it down my throat to pulling off and running my tongue up and down the shaft. I circled the head and went down and licked his balls. I wanted to please him badly, this 45 year old man I had just met with a sexy body and perfect 8.5 inch cock. “Oh my god, this is one eager boy. Suck that cock like you need to baby. Worship my cock. Yeah, just like that. I know what you need Chris. I’m going to take good care of you. “ I responded by doubling my efforts to be a good cocksucker. Eyes closed, mouth full of hard cock, I was in heaven and lost myself in cock worship. Finally, I heard Tom speak up, “Chris why don’t you show Ron your boy hole? Flip over and get on your hands and knees. Yeah, now backup to the edge of the bed and put your head down, so that ass is up. Perfect baby, just like that.” I was totally face down ass up, with my legs spread and my as crack gaping open and totally revealing my hole. “What a beautiful hole.”, I heard Ron say and I was so happy. I wanted him to like it, to want me as bad as I wanted him. “I was gonna lick it and play with it but I just can’t... I need to fuck it.”, he continued, “Tom, where’s the lube.” This whole time I was still in position but then a thought hit me, “ where’s the brown bottle at? Can I sniff some please Tom?”, I said softly. Tom looked at me and smiled and then at Ron and said, “did I tell you? This boy is the best bottom I have ever found.” And then to me, he added “Here you go baby, you hit that bottle hard for Ron. Show him what a good little bottom you are.”, as he handed me the bottle. As the poppers hit me, I felt Ron’s massive cockhead sliding against my sensitive hole, teasing it. “Chris, you want to get fucked badly don’t you?”, he whispered. By now that I had sucked him and he was teasing me hole and and the poppers, I had no inhibitions and begged, “Yes! Please! Please I need it, I need it inside me.”, as I bucked against him and writhed. “Baby I am gonna fuck you so good. Just the way Tom says you like it. And just like Tom, I don’t use condoms and I never pull out. Are you ready for that? For a big cock to fuck you and flood you with man cum?, he said in a low voice. “I’m ready! PleAse do it, you can cum in me. You can cum in me! “ I blurted quickly, my control edging away as the need overpowered me. “Even if my load is hiv positive, like tom’s? You still want it anyways don’t you baby?”, he said, as he pushed and slowly slid into my stretching hole. And control broke as I pushed back against his cock, trying to impale myself against it. “Fucking fill me with cum. I don’t care if I get it, just please cum inside me. I want you too. I want you too.”, I moaned. I felt Ron grip my hips, as my hole opened up to him. Because of the fucking I had already taken , it was easier to accept his giant cock and he was able to drive deep into me. I was a poppered up cum hungry bottom and he was a hungry Top man. This was not a gentle take your time fuck. I was so spun on poppers and so horny and opened up, I was able to ram back against him and he was pulling me onto his cock by my hips as he pistoned in and out. “Fucking hot hole”, he said through gritted teeth. I was now grunting hard with each stroke as he bottomed out in me and knocked my breath out over and over. “Fucking fuck me. Fuck me oh god oh fuck so good so good so good.”, i babbled. “Fucking close. Gonna cum. Gonna breed you. Yeah, yeah fuck yeah! Fucking take it”, he almost yelled as he rammed deep and ejaculated into me. “Yes yes give it to me! Fucking cum inside me, all of it all of it in me.”, I begged. I felt his huge cock pulse and spasm as his orgasm subsided and he tried to pump every last drop into me. As his sweat body collapsed over me, he made no move to pull out and I made no move either. I didn’t want it out. His cock had felt so good and, was it my imagination, or did it seem like he had shot a huge load into me. As he softened and slid out of me, I immediately tried to clamp shut, but my hole was so well fucked that a little cum began to drip out, as I fell forward. The sex glow was still strong enough that the fact that I had let two guys fuck me and shoot hiv positive cum into me wasn’t scaring me, just turning me on still. And I already knew that like Tom, there was no way I could resist Ron.

Exactly! It sounds so weird and bizarre but there is definitely a change both physically and mentally. You either turn into the cum dump you were meant to be or becoming addicted to breeding as many holes as you can. I almost lost my job because I now am a slave to my cock and my need to knock up as many hot holes as I can!

I converted to POZ less than a month ago and one of the agreements I had with my Breeder was that I would fuck my newly charged nut into a neg boy of His choosing. I never topped in my life but by being made to breed that neg hole, something went off in my head, maybe it was the bug effecting my brain, that I have a duty to help other guys fulfill their gay destiny and become POZ. I even found a will barboy to swap fucks with and he's been taking my newly POZ seed for a couple weeks now and I've been taking his neg but converting loads. Another member on here helped me to realize how special and powerful my new loads are and it's my duty and obligation to gift my POZ seed to other guys to keep the bug brotherhood growing and to keep getting new strains fucked into my POZ hole to make my nut even stronger and more toxic. So yea, becoming POZ does make me more sex crazy to keep taking POZ loads and to spread mine. POZ seed really is a gift!

PART 14 As my heartbeat returned to normal, the combination or Tom’s cock softening and my still spasming hole forced him to slip out of me with a soft plop. As it did, the anxiety kicked back in. Only now it was more confusing. And I wasn’t sure what I felt. I know I felt some guilt over what I was doing, as well as some guilt for feeling guilty. Four loads of HIV laden sperm shot into me by a guy who I couldn’t seem to resist. Even as I studied the sense of guilt which had assaulted me, I also found the thought of sex with Tom and his poz cum turned me on, just something so strongly attracted me to raw sex. And I was very aware that I was clamping shut in an effort to keep all of his semen in me. I didn’t want any leaking out. But a huge part of me was still screaming 'What the fuck are you doing? This is so risky. HIV. AIDS. But you keep coming back' I told myself. Hell, I had TWO loads in me now and it was barely afternoon. And I had begged for it. And I didn’t notice this before, but it seemed like Tom almost liked cumming in me more than just fucking me. Like giving me his seed was what mattered most. Maybe that was just my imagination. “Earth to Chris. Are you there sexy boy” Tom joked. I guess I had been really lost in my thoughts. “Sorry, I was just thinking. It’s just, and it feels really really good, I just get nervous... your cum and everything,” I said quietly. He looked at me. “You mean, because I have HIV and you keep letting me cum in you? Is that what you mean?” I nodded, affirming his interpretation. “Well, you have had four loads now and you might already have it. Or you don’t. And Chris, this is really it, you can’t stop. Maybe. To be honest, I think you are already too hooked on barebacking. But you could stop and go back to your old life. I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think what you want and really at this point ,what you need is to keep giving in. To live with the consequences of being a cum dump bottom boy. And yeah, that means eventually you'll end up with HIV. I have friends that would love to give you what you need. I could keep you full every day. I have friends that would come over right now. I already told them about you and they are aching to fuck you. Aching to be inside you when their cocks starts pumping man cum. They all have HIV they wanna share too. I can call them now. You don’t even have to ask. Just nod if you want me too. Nod if you want strange men over here now to cum inside your boy hole,” he said hypnotically. I’d like to say I thought and weighed the options but I didn’t. His words had got me. And slowly, I nodded. And then again. And he grinned as he reached for his phone as, for my part, I lay back on the bed, his sperm soaking into my body.

PART 11 I was huffing away on that brown bottle when Tom’s tongue started teasing my hole. Just the tip of his tongue, lightly licking and tapping my hole. Even when I pushed back, he pulled back, clearly letting me know who was in charge. However, as I was totally poppered-up, my hole demanded more attention. “Tom, please stop teasing me,” I cried out. But he just kept it up, teasing my hole, bringing me to ecstasy, but in a deliciously torturous way. “Keep hitting that bottle, baby boy,” was the only thing he paused to say. Minutes passed, my ass involuntarily bucking, frantic for more. But Tom continued teasing me, tickling and tapping on my hole, but never diving in and devouring it. And I kept it up with the poppers. And my cock was like steel. And I couldn’t take it. It was too much. All of the buildup that derived from having been awake much of the night, thinking about and dreaming of the sheer lust that the though of Tom brought out of me. The play room, the poppers, and most of all, the teasing rimming of my oh, so sensitive little boy hole. An all but atavistic part of my character made its presence known. It was my true self. My uninhibited totally man-drunk gay self, the primal part of me that needed man sex, absolutely needed it. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please fucking fuck me right now. I need you. I need you to fuck me, “ I gasped in a voice somewhere between a cry and a moan. I practically was crying. I had never wanted anything like I wanted to get fucked right then and there. Getting fucked was the only thing in the world that mattered. So much that I went on to add, “I don’t care if you don’t use a condom. You can cum in me. Just please please don’t... I can’t wait. I need it. I need it.” Tom was up in an instant and flipped me over on my back, while simultaneously pulling my ass right to the edge of the bed. I grabbed the pillows for my head like he had taught me, so I could sniff the poppers while he fucked me. I watched him squirt some lube on his palm and start to work his rock hard cock over. I thought the image to be incomparably beautiful. So manly looking and sexy - when his cock was all slick. I remember thinking how I would hate to see an ugly condom replace that gorgeous, greased-up flesh. Then I could feel his fingers working my hole, gently lubing me up. One of the amazing things about Tom, especially to an 18 year old high school kid, was that he never got too rough. By being forceful and pushing me and pushing me, but not hurting me, it always made me want to try more. I knew it might hurt a little but would always end up feeling great. Anyway, my hole now suitably lubed, and his giant cock glistening, it was his turn to speak. “Is my baby boy ready? Ready to feel my cock inside him? Ready to have his little hole fucked nice and deep?” Tom asked in a low voice. “I’m so ready. Please Tom!” I cried out. “If Chris really wants it all he needs to do is take three deep hits in each nostril. Then I can put this huge dick up Chris’s asshole, just like Chris needs me too,” Tom whispered in that sexy tone that made me melt. I hit that bottle and was in orbit when I felt his cock pushing against my hole. The poppers and, well, my eagerness made It a little easier this time, as he popped thru my ring. Neither of us spoke as he slowly worked his cock into me. Not even waiting to come down, I was hitting the poppers again. Soon I was being properly fucked as Tom’s cock was driving deeper and deeper. My eyes had remained locked on Tom’s. As he would push deeper, I would keep hitting the poppers, trying to accept all of his massive cock into my young hole. Finally breaking up the sound of my grunts and moans, he whispered “Chris, I want to ask you something. You said a few minutes ago that I could cum in you. Is it just because you think I like it or does my sexy boy like it too?” It wasn’t like I weighed my answer or the consequences or anything. I just told the truth. “I like it. I don’t know why but I think about it a lot. I just.... I just....” I couldn’t finish. “It scares you. Shhh....don’t be scared baby. You like it right? You like it that I don’t use a condom. That you can feel the heat of my skin. And most of all, that I will cum inside you. I think you love it, “ he whispered, his face a foot from mine. I was totally going off on poppers and had Tom’s giant cock slowly working in and out of me, with porn going off in the background, so my brain was losing the battle. “I do, I do love it. But I’m... I don’t know what... what about HIV?” I asked meekly. I already knew the answer. This was round three of raw sex with Tom. I had crossed that bridge, but was perfectly willing to encourage Tom to fan the flames. “My sexy boy, my amazing boy. Feel me inside you, both of us making each feel so good, bonded skin to skin. I want you so badly Chris. I want to share myself with you. All of me. I want to cum in you so badly, to fill you up with my sperm. So I’m in you forever. A part of you forever,” he said. And now he backed away from my face a little and started fucking me harder. “Four hits Chris. Four hits each side,” he grunted and I knew what he meant. A minute later and again he grunted, “Four hits each side sexy. Go on.” At this point he was pounding me. I was grunting and getting my breath knocked out as he drove balls deep over and over. “So close. So fucking close. Huge load baby. Huge load for you. It’s all yours if you ask for it. You know it’s worth it. You know you fucking need it. Just ask me. Just ask me for my cum,” he muttered as he pummeled my boy pussy. As if the the poppers and his cock weren't enough, his words broke me. “Fill me up. Fucking fill me up. Cum in me. Cum in me. I don’t care. I don’t care. It’s worth it. Just please do it. Give me your cum. I do. I need it. I need it,” I begged. And it was true. I begged. I begged an HIV positive man would ejaculate all the cum his balls contained into my hole. “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah my sexy boy, my perfect little sexy bottom.... fuck yeah. Fucking close. Fucking close. Gonna shoot. Here it comes. Fuck yeah!!! Take that hot fucking sperm,” he cried out. I will admit to a flash of guilt at that moment but most of all, I was in bliss. Tom had collapsed on my body, his breath coming in heaves, my arms around him, his hard cock still inside my hole, still pulsating. Oh, and he had just flooded me with his cum. I never wanted the moment to end. Neither did Tom, as he was in no hurry to pull out. Nor did I want him to. And I most definitely didn't want a drop of his semen to leak out of my ass. I wanted to keep it in me. His sperm was somehow precious, and therefore needed to be treated with reverence. As the two of us lay there, lost in sweat, heat, cum and exertion, another thought recurred: I hoped Tom wanted me to stay. And then another very pragmatic thought crossed my mind: How many times could Tom fuck me in a day?

PART 7 My lips wasted no time latching onto his cock head, trying to pull more and more of his rod into my mouth. As I worshiped his shaft with my mouth and tongue, he spoke to me, saying “Yeah baby, it’s all yours. Just like that. Give in, sexy. We both know you need my cock.” His advice was driving me crazy, especially as he segued to saying “Feel how hard you have me? We both know why you want me so hard, don’t we? 'Cause your little hole needs my cock, doesn't it?” I found my gaze fixed on his eyes, even as my mouth was stuffed with dick and, if truth be told, my eyes were watering as a consequence of being choked by his cock. However, he wasn't disconcerted, but rather smiled and nodded in approval, stroking the side of my face as I continued to suck his dick like life itself depended on it. And on he whispered, “God that feels so good. My sexy little cocksucker, such an eager boy. So hungry for a man’s cock. But I know what Chris is really hungry for. And I don’t think he can hold much longer. Is my sexy boy ready to get fucked?” I finally released his cock from my mouth, only to gasp, “ Yes , yes.” With that admission he pulled me up, positioned me on my back, my ass aligned with the edge of the bed. Without being asked, I pulled my knees up, exposing my young inexperienced hole. Was I thinking about HIV? Yeah I was. But I was doing it anyway. For Tom, it was worth the risk. At least, my cock drunk mind was able to say that at the moment, as I was writhing and grunting as he was lubing my hole and sliding his finger into me. And now out came his mysterious brown bottle. “Four deep hits in each side, sex. Do it,” he ordered. I complied, remembering what this stuff had done to me when I last used it. And, a few seconds later I found myself pushing my hole out and thrusting my hips backwards, trying desperately to snare Tom's huge cock - so close and yet not close enough. I needed it. “Please!,” I was able to get out in a gasp. “Four more, each side,” he ordered again, even though I was flying still. Still I complied with Tom's order with the result I lost all control and now begged “Please, please put it in me. Please Tom fuck me!” “What about my cum sexy? You want me to fuck you 'til I cum in you?" Tom whispered in the sexiest voice I had ever heard. And I was flying. And I did. I adamantly wanted, no, needed his cum. And I wanted to make him happy. “Fucking cum in me, fill me up,” I moaned. With that Tom slowly slid into me, the poppers helping me in taking his huge cock, my ring popping open as I accommodated Tom’s raw cock. “This is the best hole, baby. Fuck, your hole is gripping my cock and pulling me into you. Feels so good,” he moaned. As he worked in and out, I could feel him working deeper to open-up my hole up. He leaned down to kiss me and I eagerly returned the kiss, my arms wrapped around him, pulling him even closer. “Feels so good, feels so good. Big fucking cock, so good,” I was babbling, completely lost now in the fuck. “Getting close. Gonna cum. You know I ain’t wearing a rubber. Ready for this load? Want that cum up in you?” he whispered. At that moment, nothing else mattered by his cock and my hole. It felt so good. Tom was fucking me deep and hard. “Cum in me, cum in me, cum in me,” was all I could say over and over. Tom’s strokes became erratic and then he almost shouted, “Take that fucking load boy. Feel that cum fill you up.” I held him in my embrace ever tighter, my mind solely focused on the thought my hole had pleasured Tom so much he was made to cum. This time, it took a few more seconds for the guilt to rush back. And he was still in me. And it felt so good. But it was so wrong. But why wasn’t I pushing him off? And then I realized I had cum. Again, it had happened. My focus was so on the pleasure of my hole, my cock hadn’t mattered. As the seconds passed and his cock softened and flopped out of my hole, I was back and forth, loving the moment and feeling so bad for loving it. Tom had HIV and now he had fucked me twice. This guy was so hot that I no longer cared if I contracted HIV. What was I gonna do?

As many in previous forum said, I like just 1 single chat, rather than topic specific chats, that can get too muddled up. Also like the ability to chat with someone 1 on 1.

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 .

Did it in a moving car, parked car, under a car (truck), public restroom, hotel pool, elevator, hotel balcony, janitor's closet, hospital room, college classroom, adult video store, beach, woods, golf course, and airplane. But by far, the hottest was in a dark corner of a dance floor. Bunch of guys hovering, watching their friend getting blown. Even the bouncer watched and gave the dude a fist bump.

Had a fab Sunday with my dirty lil 19 yr old twink, he's so hot. Spent 4 hours with him, we flip flop fucked for most of it, very sensual, he shot a gallon of cum up my arse, after he'd cum though, he wasn't up for getting fucked and loaded by me, so I wanked off and shot all over my chest and he was a good enough boy to lick it all up. I've seen him about a dozen times now, the sex is awesome.

Invited two fuck bud friends round last night, said they could bring others. Told them I just wanted to be loaded up and my hole filled with cum. They brought two others with them. So there was my fuck buds, one is 35 slim with nice fat cock, the other 22 with an 8" cut cock, both really handsome and fit. They brought a guy I'd had before - he's in his 40's hairy and a good top and his mate who is in the army, amazing body, he is bisexual apparently. Anyway I got on all fours, my arse in the air and one by one they fucked me and came right up deep inside. Army guy went first, by the time the other three had unloaded, he was ready to fuck and cum again. My hole was absolutely dripping with cum, it was lush. The older guy smacked me hard as cum was leaking out, as he was pushing it back in he asked if I had a plug. Of course I have, I pointed to where and he got it and rammed it in. I slept with it in and the cum in me. Just let go a couple of hours ago.

My final lodacount for 2014: 535! Was an awesome year, full of lots of sperm. All 535 of those loads went in my ass. As far as I'm concerned, if it's not in my butt it doesn't count. Looking forward to an even cummier 2015. My pimp daddy has set my load goal for 600 this year, which is about 2 loads a day, oir 14 a week, which is totally doable for me. Time to bend over and start taking!

Anyone... if they like to fuck my hole is theirs. Next weekend I'll be taking all loads in Ft. Lauderdale before taking off on a cruise for a week. I'll probably go to slammers one night just for fun, but other than that I'll be whoring out my hole in my motel literally to anyone who wants to fuck it. It's the quantity of men that gets me off. I could care less what they look like.