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Part 3 I had hot dreams about Matty that night. Nasty dreams. I dreamed he took on all his teammates in the locker room. Jock after jock filling his pussy with so much cum it ran down his legs like a river. I dreamed he was in San Diego when the fleet came in, and I pimped him out to horny sailors who roughly fucked him in a sleazy motel. I dreamed he was worshipping his daddy's hard cock, licking it up and down, slathering it with his spit. And when I opened my eyes, I smiled because it wasn't a dream. There was my beautiful boy, between my legs, licking up and down my hard morning wood. I touseled his hair and he looked at me with those big eyes and smiled. Without a word, he reached behind him, and with a small grunt pulled the plug out of his ass. Then he straddled my hips, and slid down on my cock, letting out a little sigh as his asslips ground against my pubes. I grabbed my camera, and snapped a few pics of my boy sitting on my cock. Then I started taking a video. "Tell me what you are son." I whispered. "Tell Daddy what you want." Matty looked right into the camera and smiled as he road his perfectly muscled ass up and down my pole. He licked his red lips, and ran his hands over his chest, pinching his pert little pink nipples as he whispered seductively. "I'm a slut. I'm a cumdump. I need cock in me. Any cock. I need to be used like a whore. I need to be filled with cum. I need men to breed me, use me, fill me with their seed." Matty continued to talk dirty for me as he pinched his nipples harder, obviously turned on by my filming him. He worked my cock with his talented hole as a glistening line of precum leaked out of his own hard cock. And before I knew it, I was pumping a fresh load of sperm up into my baby boys warm hole. He just groaned as he felt my cock flexing in his guts. He started to reach for his cock, but I slapped his hands away. "Never touch your cock without daddy's permission." I repremanded him. "No more masturbating. You will only cum from now on when daddy says you can." "Yes Sir." He moaned in response. Then I pulled him onto my hairy chest. I held him tight against me as I started kissing him. Our tongues rubbed against each other as I began to piss, filling his guts with my morning stream. He moaned deeply as he felt my hot piss deep inside him and feverishly sucked on my tongue. I rolled him over as I grabbed the butt plug, and plugged his leaking hole after I slipped my cock out. I grabbed his hard cock and pulled the foreskin back, exposing his bright pink head. It shone with precum, which I quickly licked off. Then I put my lips around it, and sank down to the base, deep throating my son in one stroke. Matty moaned as my own talented throat worked on his stiff member. I slid up and down his cock and had him squirting in my mouth in no time. He filled it up with a big load, like a young stud should. When I had milked the last bit out, I kissed him again, and we shared his tasty cum. When we finished, I slapped him on the ass and said, "you better go empty yourself. And try not to get that hot ass fucked before you get back." He just laughed as he put on his shorts and sandles and ran out the door. I grabbed my phone and sent the video I had just made to my buddy Brian with the message, "we got a new toy!" It didn't take long for him to respond with, "WTF? No way! Unfucking believable! You lucky son of a bitch!" "Oh we both are lucky my friend," I texted back, "can't wait to share my slut with you!" He sent back a bunch of smiley faces. It was difficult for me to cook breakfast as I watched Matty through the window. He had just returned from a morning run and was doing his morning workout with free weights. Watching his young muscles flex got my cock flexing again. I couldn't believe I was horny again this quick, but my son was magical. As he did squats and lunges, the fabric of his shorts molded to his round ass muscles, perfectly displaying his rock hard globes. I had for forbidden him to wear a jock or underwear. I wondered how it felt for him with the plug up his ass while he worked out. The outline of his semi hard cock through the thin fabric told me the slut enjoyed it. We sat at the table outside as we ate our breakfast, enjoying the fresh mountain morning. Then I had to know how Matty had hooked up with the guy last night. "It's actually pretty easy dad." He said. "I can tell when a guy wants me. There's a certain look they get in their eyes. It's like a predator laying eyes on his prey. Then I give a little show. Flex a bit, stick my ass out a bit, run my hands down my abs. If they're still looking, bingo! Then all I have to do it approach them. It's easier than you think." It figures that my cockhound of a son would have a built in cock sonar, what a whore. "And you know what?" He continued leaning forward, looking me dead in the eyes, "he wasn't the only guy to fuck me since we got here. The day before yesterday, remember when we were fishing, and there was that guy near us, kinda heavy set? I knew he was checking me out. After you left, I stayed behind, then I walked over to him and said, "I know you want to fuck me, follow me." And I headed into the bushes. I knew he'd follow. Men can't resist an easy fuck as hot as me. Then I dropped my shorts and bent over a log and waited. It didn't take long before he was behind me. He just stuck it in and pounded me fast and shot quickly. Then I just pulled up my shorts, said thanks, and walked away." My cock ached as Matty told me this. His pure sluttyness made me want to bend him over the table and fuck him right now. But then I noticed him looking past me. "See that guy walking over there? He's the guy who fucked me last night." I turned and saw a nice looking man, tall, thin, probably about 35, walking down a gravel path. I jumped up and went over too him. "How's it going buddy?" I asked, casually putting my arm around his shoulder. He mumbled a response back, not sure why this stranger was touching him. "So, uh, how'd you like fucking my son last night?" " Whoa, hey man..." He started, trying to pull away. I just gripped his shoulders harder. "No, no, no. It's ok dude. My sons a hot piece of ass. I fucked him right after you did." The guy looked at me with a shocked face, and I continued. "He wants more of your cock, and I want to watch you breed that little slut." The guy looked a bit more relaxed as he said, "right now? I mean, my wife and kids...." " No, no. Later. Think you can get away around 3? The boy really loved your cock." "Yeah man, I think I can manage that. I'll find some excuse to slip away." "Right on." I said, patting his shoulders, "see you around 3." I walked back to our table with a big grin on my face. "Well son, daddy set up his first fuck for you. He'll be over around three. Now, I want you to find the other guy, and get him over here too." "Yes Sir." He replied with a big grin. "I'm so glad you found out my secret dad." "Me too slut." I said, giving him a little kiss. After breakfast, Matty took off and came back half an hour later, smiling. "It's a go daddy. He'll be here too." I smiled and patted my boys ass. "That's a good whore. Daddy can't wait." And I could hardly wait. The anticipation of watching my son take cock for the first time had me semi erect all afternoon. Finally, about ten to three, there was a knock on the door. It was the guy from the beach. A middle aged balding man with a moustache. Not much too look at, but looks didn't matter as long as he fucked my son. Matty dropped his shorts and layed face down on the bed, his legs hanging over the end as I sat at the top of the bed, watching. I could tell the man was nervous as he dropped his own shorts, revealing an average dick. Without a word he stuck it in my boy and just started fucking. Matty moaned and groaned to encourage the man, and in just a couple of minutes, he was huffing and puffing as he came in my sons ass. Then he simply pulled his shorts up, mumbled a thanks, and left. I stuck a couple of fingers in Matty's hole, feeling the warm slickness of his just fucked chute. Then I put them in his mouth and he sucked the juices right off of them. It was about 20 minutes later when there was another knock on the camper door. I opened the door as Matty lounged seductively on the bed, and let the tall thin man in. He grinned as he looked at the slut waiting for him. "I've got some time." He said as he slowly stripped. "Told the wife I was going on a hike. She took the kids swimming. I've been thinking about that ass since last night." He pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal an almost hard dick. I could tell it was big, bigger than mine. Tall thin guys always have the biggest cocks. As his stiffened, I could tell it was at least nine inches, and really thick. Matty just licked his lips like a hungry whore as he eyed the piece of meet in front of him. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a little brown bottle. The man walked up to the bed and grabbed Matty's ankles, pulling him down, then flipping him over, getting him into doggy position. My son looked so hot like that, the smooth whiteness of his round glutes contrasted nicely with his narrow, tanned waist. The man touched Matty's hole and felt the wetness. "You got a load up there already?" He asked. "Yes Sir." Replied Matty, looking back at him over his shoulder. "Is it yours?" He asked, looking at me. I just shook my head no. "Oh that's fucking hot dude. Nasty little slut." The man placed his cockhead at the entrance to Matty's pussy. I grabbed my phone, and the man looked concerned. "Don't worry," I assured him. "No faces." He relaxed as Matty took several long hits of poppers. Then the man grabbed his slender hips and pushed his fat cock into my son in one slow, steady push until he was in balls deep. "Ah fuck!" Matty cried out. "It's so fucking big!" He took a few more poppers hits as the man pulled his cock completely out. Then, he slammed it all the way back in as Matty let out a long, loud groan. "Oh yea you slut! Your pussy's so fucking wet. Take that cock. It's a big fucking cock and you love it! I'm gonna fuck you like I couldn't do last night! Take it you fucking bitch!" The man pounded his big cock into my son over and over and over, pulling it almost all the way out, then slamming it balls deep. Matty whimpered and moaned as his ass got pummeled and he begged for more. "Oh yea, fuck me man! Give it to me! Oh fuck it feels so good! Come on man, rape me!" "That's right whore! Fucking take it you fucking nasty slut!" The man continued his verbal assault on my boy as he fucked him mercilessly. And Matty just begged for more. Finally the man grabbed Matty's hair and pulled his head back as buried his bone and shook. "Oh yea! Take my cum you fucking cumdump! You worthless stupid cunt! Take my fucking seed bitch!" The man collapsed on Matty's back as he caught his breath from his brutal fuck. Then he pulled out and rolled over onto his back. Matty dove on his cock as he knew he should, and cleaned off the cum and ass juices. The man reached for his shorts and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Do you mind?" He asked, looking at me. "No, go ahead, you earned it. That was so fucking hot." "I tell ya, that boy has got one sweet fucking hole. Goddamn. I haven't fucked like that in a long time. After three kids, my wife's pussy just isn't that tight, and she won't let me touch her ass." He took a drag on his cig as he looked at me. "So is he really your son?" "Swear to God. Unless my wife lied." I laughed. "So fucking hot. He looks a bit like my son. I've been dreaming about him. He's 16. I can't wait till he's 18. I hope I can get in his sweet little ass then. You want to pretend you're my son?" He asked, looking at Matty. "Sure." My boy replied. "Why don't you fuck him." Said the man looking at me. "I need to recover. Then I'll fuck him again. Would you like that Tyler?" He asked, looking at my son. "Would you like this nice man to put his dick in your pretty little pink hole? Do you want to be a little whore for daddy?" "Oh yes daddy." Replied Matty, playing along. "I want this man's dick in me. I want him to fuck me daddy." "That's a good boy Tyler. Daddy likes to hear that. Daddy wants to have a nice little slutty son of his own. Now breathe these in for me." He placed the bottle under Matty's nose and made him take 4 long hits under each nostril. I could tell by his breathing that Matty was flying high. "That a good boy Tyler. Daddy likes his little popper slut. Now let the nice man into your little boy hole." I slid my aching cock into Matty's sloppy, wet hole. I was so turned on by this roleplay, and knowing my boy had two fresh loads in him. I started fucking him slowly, not wanting to cum too fast. "Oh yea," said the man as he huffed the poppers himself. "That's it Tyler. That's a good boy. Take that cock son. Make daddy happy. Show daddy your a little whore." Matty just moaned as I pumped my cock in and out of him. "Your such a good whore Tyler. Daddy likes that. Daddy wants to make you the pussy his mommy isn't anymore." The man pulled Matty by his hair onto his soft cock. "Suck me Tyler. Suck daddy's cock. Get daddy hard boy. Daddy's gonna fuck you after that nice man gives you his cum. Would you like that boy? You want daddy's big cock back in your sweet little boy hole?" "Oh yes." Matty moaned with the cock in his mouth. "I want your big daddy cock in my nasty little boy cunt." This hot roleplay had me so worked up, I couldn't hold my orgasm back anymore. I grabbed my sons hips and went as deep as I could, adding another load into his willing guts. "Do you like that Tyler? Do you like that man dumping his come into you? Do you like being a cumdump for daddy?" The man asked. "Oh yes," moaned my son. "Please give me more daddy." I pulled out as my son rolled on his back, spreading his legs. Cum oozed out of his slightly gaping pink hairless hole. I snapped a few pics before the man moved between his legs. He hit the bottle a few more times before putting it under my sons nose again. "That's it Tyler. Hit it for daddy. Daddy likes a little poppered up slut." Then he slid his big cock back into my boy. Matty groaned deeply as he smiled, loving having that big pole back in him. The man leaned down into his ear. "That's it son. That's my boy. Take daddy's cock. Daddy likes his boys cum filled pussy. It feels so good Tyler. Daddy's so happy to be fucking his little boy." Then he started kissing my son. Matty wrapped his arms and legs around the man, holding tightly to him while they passionately kissed. They made out and fucked for probably 15 minutes before the man started filling my son with another load of hot cum. Then they broke apart from the kiss, and the man started stroking Matty's rock hard cock. "Cum for me Tyler. Daddy wants to see his little boy shoot." Matty was so aroused, it only took a couple of strokes before he shot another big load of teenage cum all over his face and chest. The man bent down and licked him clean. We sat around for a bit, basking in the after glow of sex, the man smoking another cigarette. "That was amazing." He said. "Thank you so much for that. You have no idea." "Oh I think we do." I said, tenderly kissing my son. "I'm glad my little slut pleased you." "Oh, he did. He's awesome. Can I come back tonight?" "Of course!" Answered Matty. "You can fuck me anytime!" We laughed at my greedy slut boy as the man got dressed and left. And he did return during the night for another hot roleplay fuck, ending with Matty having 3 more loads of cum being dumped into him. Before he left, we got his phone number, as he lived about an hour away from us. The next morning, as we were breaking down camp, the man came walking down the road with his son. He gave us a wave as they walked past. His son did look like a younger, skinnier version of Matty. And two years later, we were with the man again as we took turns fucking Tyler. Even Matty who never tops fucked that sweet young man. But that's another story.

8. “So pig the only choice you get tonight is whose cock do you want to sit on first. Now I know you love how my dick feels in your cunt but this is about proving what a whore cunt you are, so loyalty won’t win you any points.” I stood now in the center of the circle surrounded by six men including Sir. They all sat looking at me, their legs spread wide, slowly stroking their cocks. Sir had collected all types of me. Directly next to Sir sat a massively built black man, he had the sort of body that I would have expected from a football player. His thick cock glistened with precum, and made my mouth water. Next to him was a thin twinky looking guy, maybe 25, with sandy blond hair, long thing limbs, and a cute angular face. The only body hair he had was a small brown tuft right in the middle of his chest between his two pierced nipples. His cock however was a god damn baby arm, and as I looked at him he shook it at me. Beside the twink was the quintessential daddy. Salt and pepper hair, slight gut, thick dark body hair all over him, and a fat uncut cock that almost looked wider than it was long. Then came the short Hispanic guy. Stocky and muscular, with an angular face, and broad brown nipples, he was playing with the ample foreskin that hid a broad looking mushroom head. The last guy was a handsome square jawed all American looking guy probably in his late 20’s maybe early 30s. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his carefully sculpted body sported thick brown hair that was carefully groomed to show off his muscles best. He pulled the foreskin down over the head of his cock and licked his lips as I looked at him. I wanted all of them, I wanted all of them right then! I couldn’t choose. “Well boy, take a fucking seat already,” Sir barked, and I panicked. I turned and presented my ass to the Hispanic guy. He grabbed my waist with rough hands and guided my ass towards his hard cock. I heard him spit on his cock quickly, not that my hole really needed any more lube, and then I felt his cock head press against me. My hole bloomed open with no problem. I swallowed his cock and quickly found myself sitting square on his lap, his pubes ticking my ass cheeks. I started to bounce. The Hispanic man growled his appreciation as the other men started to egg me on. I slammed my ass up and down, and soon the sticky squelching sound from my cum filled hole was the only thing I could hear. Just as I started to lose myself in the rhythm of riding this man’s cock he shoved me off. I lost my balance and stumbled towards the beefy black man. He caught me by the shoulders, spun me around and dropped me onto his nearly foot long cock. I gasped a little as it slammed past my second hole reaching right up into my guts. Again, I started to ride, using all of the strength in my legs to lift my ass up as high as I could on his cock. I flexed my tired cunt muscles around his meaty shaft trying to milk the cum from him. And again right when I was really starting to feel the flow he pushed me off and sent me to the next guy. They all had a turn like this, grabbing me and pulling me to them, making me ride their cocks and then shoving me back into the middle of the circle. I was nothing but a toy to be shared. Sometime around the twink shoving his cock in me for the second time I realized that I had drifted into a new headspace. I had lost the real lust for any kind of satisfaction for myself, all I wanted was to make them feel good. I had, without realizing that I had done it, accepted that this was my real role in life. I was a cumdump sure, but more than that, I was a faggot cunt. My whole purpose was to get men off, to give them sexual pleasure. My cock was no longer hard in the cage but the pouch of my jock was soaked through with precum. I was happier than I had ever been. I hadn’t noticed the jock getting down on the floor till the twink pushed me up and told me to ride the jock. I squatted over him, feeling my hole gape open as I did. I sat down on his uncut cock and started to grind on it hard. I felt a hand push me forward so I was flat against the jock with his cock lodged deep inside me. There was a pressure on my hole and looking over my shoulder I saw the daddy trying to get his cock in alongside the jock. After all the abuse my hole had taken over the past two days it really didn’t take much before my hole gave out and swallowed the daddy as well. I whimpered into the jock’s shoulder, my body going slack in his arms. I gave myself over to being destroyed as the daddy started to hammer my hole. “Fuck I’m gonna cum. You want this dirty load cunt?” the daddy shouted and he pounded me. “Yes please Sir! Breed me.” “Here you go bitch,” He slammed balls deep inside me and shot his load all over the jocks quivering dick deep inside my guts. The daddy pulled out and I made to get up but felt another hand on my back. It was the black guy. Using the daddy’s load a lube he started to double fuck me as well. “Im gonna bred your stupid cunt. Fucking take my seed.” Then came the twink, then the Hispanic guy, and the Sir, all of them double fucked me with the jock and he held me in place and added their load to my ruined pussy. After Sir pulled out the jock smiled at me. “Get on all fours boy.” My body was sore and stiff, but I sat up and scrambled onto my hands and knees. The jock got up off the floor and knelt behind me. He started to probe my hole with his fingers, I think he started with three. He soon had four inside me working me open. Then he changed the shape of his hand and started to work his thumb in, his knuckles banging against my hole. The six big cocks that had all just been inside me had really broken my hole down and without much effort my hole suddenly swallowed the jocks fist. The men watching around me whooped with appreciation and I gasped, giggled and then pushed myself back on the jock’s fist. “Look at this fucking cunt. You ever been fisted before pig?” “No Sir!” “Damn. This hole really is made for being used if you just took your first fist that easily. You think you can take my cock and my fist boy?” “Please Sir!” “Good answer.” The jock shifted positions behind me to get his cock closer to my hole. He slowly pulled his hand from my hole and then pushed it back in. He did this several more times, making sure to really stretch me with the widest part of his knuckles. It was like riding the plug only ten times hotter. Then I felt him start to push his cock in as well. I groaned and begged. I push my ass back towards him. My body was shaking as the full length of his cock sank into my overstuffed hole. I felt him close his fist around his cock, and then start to fuck his fist inside of me. He was jerking off inside my cunt. I was begging for his load. I needed it. The only thing I wanted out of sex now was to be rewarded for my hard work with loads. The jock did not disappoint. Soon his breathing changed and then with a yell he started to pump ropes of cum inside me. He shook as his orgasm finished and pulled his cock from my hole and then his hand. Sir appeared kneeling in front of me as I half collapsed, no longer being held up by the hand inside me. “Good job pig. We’ll give you a few minutes to rest and then see if any of the boys here want to try anything else with you.” He smiled, grabbed my face and kissed me deeply, before standing up and letting my fall to the floor, an exhausted cum

Part 6 Just after I had just deposited my third load of cum inside Bruce I collapsed on top of him as I tried to catch my breath. As we both lay there on my bed I looked into the camera I had hidden in my bedroom knowing Steven was watching as smiled. The next part of Bruce’s corruption was about to be put into motion. Almost on cue my phone rang. I knew it would be Steven and one exactly what to say to her this chic to the next step. As I continued to feed Bruce smoke from my pipe I answered, “Hi mom…………..I’m sorry to hear you’re not feeling well………..ok…………I may not be here when you get home……………..bye.” I looked at Bruce just as he was taking his 6th hit from the pipe and said, Mom will be home in about 20 minutes, she’s got a migraine. If you want to keep the party going I have a friend that is always open to having guys over.” Bruce blew out a huge cloud with an enthusiastic “Yes, let’s go.” We grabbed our clothes from by the pool and I drove us let to Steven's condo. Not much was said as we drove over to Steven's except Bruce telling me “That's only the third time I've bottomed but it's the first time it didn’t hurt like hell.” I knew it was risky, but I told Bruce, “Keep hitting that pipe bro, you’ll need that for my friend Steven.” We arrived at Steven's building, went up to his floor and, like the first time I came here, the for was unlocked. Like that first I met him he was sitting on the couch naked with his hard cock pointing up. Bruce’s eyes were transfixed on Steven's massive cock leaving me to think if he was wondering how it was going to for inside him or was he thinking that he couldn’t wait to get that massive cock inside his hungry hole. Steven held up a full rig and told Bruce, “Not to worry my new pig, this will help you discover your hidden talents. Now strip and get ready to go into the stratosphere.” Bruce was so high from the smoking he did on the drive over to Steven's to understand everything Steven had said to him when he quickly removed he board shorts and t-shirt. I’m pretty sir Bruce was clueless as Steven tied off his arm and quickly administer three entire slam. As Steven pushed the plunger I could tell that the slam was very thick meaning that it was very concentrated. When he released the tourniquet I Bruce was going to be seriously fucking high. He coughed so hard Steven had no problem getting him to sit his ass down on to his cock. Steven began fucking Bruce while he was still coughing and trying too figure out what was going on as he was experiencing his first rush. I could tell when Steven delivered his first load as he picked up the second point on the table next to him. I noticed a third prepared point which Steven indicated I should use letting me know me has friends over. I picked up the point and slammed myself just as a few guys joined us in the living room. As I coughed out I noticed that Steven had Bruce on all fours so that he could suck cock while getting fucked. I knew what was expected as I took a cock down my throat while another guy rimmed my ass.

I was on hiatus for a couple of months after my last STI treatment, discovering that my viral load had increased and that I was no longer undetectable. I was really weighing whether or not I should continue with my lifestyle choice of being a cumdump. Yet the urge in me remained. I felt like I had lost the part of me that I had spent two years discovering after YEARS of repressing my desires. Crazy to think that repressing my need to be a cumdump felt like chopping off my arm. I thought about returning back to an occasional one on one bareback hook up, but there is a sense of purpose in me that feels fulfilled when I open my hole up to be used. Over the past few years I’ve come to accept that ANY man has the right to use my hole. So on a recent trip to Germany I went back to my wonderful ways and I offered my hole up to ALL takers. Things started off pretty slow. The first night I went to a sex party at a bar called CDL. I’ve never been there before and wanted to try it out. It was naked night which worked for me. I grabbed a beer from the small bar at the front and started to explore the back play space. It wasn’t too large; just some cubbies in a couple of areas with those thin sex club mattresses. About 10 men were cruising the space. Perhaps because it was a Thursday night. I decided to display myself on one of the mattresses with my ass up and ready. It didn’t take too long before a top decided to take the bait. He was Spanish looking with a little larger than average cock that had a Prince Albert. It took a little work to get him in since I hadn’t gotten fucked for a couple of months, but once he was there he started using my hole. He was a thruster and a pounder, pushing me down on the mattress and shoving a pillow under my legs so he could access my hole better. His Prince Albert felt SOOO good sliding against the walls of my hole. He switched directions several times to experience a different part of my hole stretching it out to accommodate his needs. By the end of 30 minutes, I was begging to feel his smooth silky cum coat the walls of my hole. He thrust harder pulling completely out and slamming back in; the Prince Albert sliding in and out past the outer rim of my hole till with a groan he thrust deep in me and unloaded. Good start to my return as I cumdump! Got opened up nicely AND loaded! I hadn’t realized it but there had been another guy watching us who jumped on as soon as Prince Albert left. He was a quick cummer and lasted for five minutes of repetitive thrusts. He squeezed me at the end and kissed me with his bad breath. I was beginning to feel the sense of exhilaration that comes from my hole being used as a cumdump. I knew I didn’t care that the last guy was older, unattractive and sure didn’t know how to fuck. I was embracing the need and desire to be used over and over again. End of part one. Part two the journey continues.

Part 1 It was the middle of the night and I awoke to the sounds of my son Matthew fumbling in the dark trying to find his flip-flops in our dark rv. "Sorry, Dad. I gotta go take a shit," he remarked as he slid his feet into his sandals, heading out the door. This was not unusual, as the campground where we were staying didn't have hookups, so we used the camp toilets which were really just outhouses. It was also not unusual for him to run off shirtless. He hardly ever wore a shirt unless absolutely necessary, but I certainly understood his aversion to shirts: at just one month shy of 20, he was in his prime. He had just finished his freshman year at university where he was on the football team. Not that he had actually played any games yet, but he still had to train hard, and keep fit. And boy did he. At 6'2", he was a tight 190 lbs of head-turning perfection. All the ladies drooled over his curly brown hair, which he kept a respectable shaggy length. His profile showed a strong nose, a stronger jawline, and plump lips that were absolutely enticing. In addition his broad he sported tan, wide shoulders, chiseled, smooth pecs, a narrow waist, perfectly formed, round ass, oh, and his strong legs were lightly covered in dark hair. The only other hair on his body was a light treasure trail, and his dark, bushy pits. His facial hair hadn't really started coming in very heavy, and he still had rosy cheeks which suggested a boyish glow to his face. Then his eyes. Oh my gosh, his big blue eyes framed in thick dark lashes. His mother's eyes. That's what drew me to her first, so many years ago. But how times change. She's still a wonderful person, we just are more like friends now. Still married, just cause it's easier financially, but that's it. The sex ended years ago, and we've had separate bedrooms for quite a while. She says I snore too loud. Of course it doesn't help that she put on a hundred pounds since our wedding. But I do have my sexual releases. Unkown to my wife, I've always been bisexual, and have had a long time fling with my best friend Brian down the street. We keep each other satisfied. Me? Well, I'm not too bad for 43. I'm six feet, and weigh in at 195 pounds. I work out, usually with Matthew, but still am treading the dad bod territory a bit. My salt and pepper hair and distinguished beard certainly help me. I was in the army for 20 years stationed right here, so I receive a pension, and in addition I sell cars. So all in all, things are pretty good. Matthew still lives at home, which I like, if only as it saves money. Matthew was never much of a party kid, instead he was a genuinely pleasant kid, which meant we gave him all the freedom he wants. Living in our basement bedroom, Matthew uses a private entrance to the basement, and we don't frown on his friends staying over. My wife never joins us on our camping trips, she hates it, so it's always been something special my son and I do. I have always treasured our trips, especially now he's almost a grown man. "Dammit," I mumbled to myself. "The fucking power of suggestion. Now I gotta shit!" I grumbled as I put my own flip-flops on and headed into the night, but not before I pulling on a shirt. Walking down the gravel path toward the shitters, I enjoyed the pure peace of a mountain night, however as the outhouses came into sight, I could hear whispering. Specifically, I heard two male voices. Now, at first glance that wouldn't be unusual, although the hour was very late, but when I realized the conversation was occurring within the outhouses, and further realized I wasn't really hearing a dialogue, but rather I was hearing grunting, and panting. You know: sex sounds. When I reached the toilets, I definitely heard a man ask "Yeah, you like that you little slut? You like taking that cock like a bitch?" And I heard another man say, "Yeah, fuck me. I AM a nasty slut! I want your cum in my ass!" IT WAS MATTHEW!! Oh my fucking God! My son was getting dicked in a dirty, smelly outhouse! I froze, not knowing what to do. Should I bang on the door? Should I slip away? My heart pounded as I tried to quickly digest what was happening. My little boy, my Matthew, was getting fucked by a total stranger. And he was liking it. No, he was LOVING it!! He was begging for it. The man fucking him was calling him nasty, degrading things, and my son was pleading for more! I couldn't move, I was transfixed. It was like a car wreck, I couldn't turn away. Then I realized, I didn't WANT to turn away. My cock was rock hard in my shorts. What the fuck? Listening to my son get used turned me on? I had never thought of my son like that! Sure, I could recognize his physical beauty, but I never thought of him sexually. Now that's ALL I could think about. Imagining what he looked like right now, taking a cock up his ass made my own cock ache. Listening to their filthy talk and animal noises made me want to join them. I wanted to be the one fucking Matthew right now! I could hear the man say, "I'm gonna cum slut. Gonna fill you up with a huge load!" Then Matthew begging for it. "Oh fuck yeah! Breed me! I'm a fucking cumdump. That's what I'm for!" That's when I high-tailed it back to our rv, shit or no shit. But before I was out of hearing range I heard the top grunt as he shot his load into my son's hole, to which Matthew moaned in appreciation as his guts were filled with sperm. Now out of breath and my heart racing, I jumped into our rv, kicked-off my sandals as I decided how I would respond to what I had learned. Should I confront him? Should I pretend nothing had happened? While I recognized ignoring what I learned would be the course most parents would take, a voice in my mind suggested 'This could be a golden opportunity. You have the power over him right now'. I had to ask myself, however, if that was what I wanted, recognizing Matthew could freak-out, permanently damaging our relationship, but I also considered Matthew had begged that strange man to use him. "Fuck it!" I thought, as I ripped off my shorts and climbed under my covers, "my son is obviously a cock hungry slut!" Some ten minutes passed before Matthew finally returned, long enough for my breathing and heart rate to return to normal, but not long enough to lose my hardon, or my nerve. "Everything come out okay, son?" I asked as he climbed inside. "Huh, oh, yeah. Just a little constipated, you know," he replied kicking off his flip-flops and crawling under his blankets on our bed. I could smell the sex on him and my cock ached more. "Good night, Dad," he murmured as he lay facing away from me. I waited a few seconds, then inched closer to him. I could feel him tense up as I pulled his blanket up and pulled mine off. The smell of fresh sperm hit me like a mac truck, making my dick pulse. I slid my body next to his as he froze in fear, not sure what to expect. I leaned into his ear as I touched the wet spot where cum had leaked out and whispered, "I know." "Dad......"he started to say. "Shh shh shh," I silenced him, as I pulled the elastic waist band of his shorts down. "It's okay, Matty. Daddy's not mad that you're a little cockwhore." I lightly rubbed his freshly fucked assring, feeling the slimy goo. Matthew moaned a little bit. "Daddy's just disappointed he didn't get it first," slipping two fingers into my son. He moaned a tad louder, so I let him know "But it's okay. Daddy loves sloppy seconds." I slid my fingers into his mouth so he could taste his ass. Then I instructed "Now, pull down your shorts." Matthew complied, removing his shorts, revealing his own throbbing erection. He may have his mother's eyes, but he has his daddy's dick. Before now, I had never seen it erect, but it was a carbon copy of mine. Not thick, but about eight inches long, uncircumcised, and with a wicked curve that could hit all the places inside. "Did you cum?" He shook his head yes, unable to speak. "And you're rock hard again? I guess you truly are a slut." He just shook his head again. I pulled back my foreskin and placed the head of my cock against his wet hole. "Good," I said as I slid my cock slowly into my son. "Daddy wants his little boy to be a good slut for him." Matthew moaned in approval as I buried my bone all the way in his warm, wet, hungry fuck chute, pressing it hard into his prostate. I just held it there as I whispered, "no more secrets." "No more secrets," Matthew returned. I began to saw my cock in and out of my boy's hungry pussy, pushing hard into his prostate as he let out little grunts and moans, obviously loving that his Dad was finally fucking his slutty hole. He reached to jerk his erect cock, but I slapped his hands away, growling into his ear, "No, don't touch your cock, boy until I tell you to." "I'm sorry Sir." He whispered. His natural submissiveness only made my cock swell more in his ass. I wrapped my arms around him, grabbing his hands and squeezed him tight against my body. He squeezed my hands back as he squeezed his glorious asslips around my cock, eliciting a throaty growl from deep inside me. My son definitely had a talented cunt. I knew I wasn't going to last long with his man pussy milking my cock, as I slid in and out of his cum slick chute. Knowing another man's cock had just been in my son, fucking him, using him, cumming in him was too much for my brain to handle. I knew I was close. "Tell me what you want son," I whispered in his ear, "tell your Dad what his nasty, slutty, cumdump of a son wants. Tell me what you are, boy." "I want your cum, Daddy," he whispered back in short gasps as I pounded his prostate hard. "I want you to use me as a cum receptacle. I was born to be fucked and used. I'm a slut, Dad, I'm just a cumdump. Shoot your load in my ass, Dad. Do it. I want your seed in me." That did it. Hearing my son begging for my load pushed me over the edge. I buried my cock as deep as I could in my boy and let out a long, deep moan as my dick throbbed and flexed, pumping what I knew was a huge load into my slut's guts, mixing with the load the other man dumped in him not even a half hour earlier. "Oh Matty," I moaned as his ass muscles milked all the cum out of me. "Daddy's going to be using this hole a lot from now on." "Yessssss," he softly hissed in reply.

I definitely appreciate cumdumps, regardless of the circumstances or setting. Especially in the rural area where I live, part of my own mission as a Top includes finding and rewarding any/all slutty btms that are available.

Well, there isn't really a part 2 to this story as it was a one off incident. After this I went back to my normal "don't ask, don't tell" approach. But there have been a few more occasions I have deliberately taken an unmedicated positive load up my arse - I might post a few of those stories in this thread?

Part 33 - The Honeymoon Daniel was sitting with the reservations manager Ella as they looked over the list of arrivals for the day, he glanced at the Royal Orchid arrivals instantly picking up on the name Mark Davenport and Ben Midler-Warren staying two weeks and smiling as he knew it could only be a gay couple, Jordan walked in and gave Daniel a kiss before sitting down as Ella was googling Mark Davenport, she looked up and said good morning to Jordan before telling them that Mark Davenport was the son of Madeline and David Davenport, Daniel didn't reallt recognise the name. "You say Mark Davenport is their son?" Daniel asked Ella. She nodded "Yes, apparently he married a Ben Midler-Warren yesterday according to Hello" she turned the laptop round. "Oh yes they live in LA" Jordan said "and they own the Liongate mansion" he continued. Daniel looked on perplexed "You have lost me what does that mean?" he asked. "One of the most expensive properties in Bel Air" he said looking at the laptop "cute couple as well". Daniel stood and leaned over his shoulder "Oh yeah, can we give them the Orchid Salinger 2?" he asked Ella. She checked through the occupancy list "Yes we can upgrade them it's free for the next two weeks". Daniel looked over the booking figures going forward "Were running 98% capacity for the next 4 months". Ella scanned her sheets "Yes, we should stop sell until May otherwise we can't get rooms maintained properly". "Good idea can you do that this morning Ella?" Daniel asked and she nodded "Good that's it for today". Ella stood up "I will let you know when the Salinger 2 guests land at the airport". "Thank you Ella. Jordy fancy a swim before breakfast?" Daniel asked standing up. Jordan smiled "Good idea, I think Nicky, Kit and the kids are down at the beach as well". Nicky sat at the waters edge as Daniel and Jordan came down to swim she was busy reading the news on her phone enjoying some down time from her filming schedule whilst Kit was swimming with the children. "Morning boys" She looked up as Daniel sat next to her. Jordan waded in the water "Anything interesting in the news?" he asked her. "Not really just some gossip about a guy whose mother I sort of know of, he got married yesterday" Nick replied. "Who don't you know Nicky" Jordan laughed "Who is it anyone famous?". "Just the Bel Air Davenport family, their son apparently married his boyfriend" she said showing Jordan the picture. Daniel looked at her "Mark Davenport?" he asked. "Yes, do you know him?" Nicky asked scrolling through the article. Daniel shook his head "No but we will, they arrive here today". "Thats a coup" Nicky said "having a Davenport stay here is big news". "How so?" Daniel asked looking at her. Nicky laughed "When you have their sort of money you don't stay in hotels". Daniel stood up "Quite excited to meet them, coming for a swim Nicky?". "Yes" she stood and Cael walked over to her to take her phone. Ben was slightly worried as he felt he didn't have enough clothes to wear for the holiday but David said he would get Canali to send some shirts and trousers out to the hotel in a couple of days. Their flight would take them via Miami and as luck would have it Franco and his family were booked on the same Miami flight and Joaquim was rostered on it as well. Everyone was up to see Mark and Ben off which turned out to be a very emotional send off, they knew that they would probably return to Larchmont to pack their things before finally moving to LA and Ethan felt it more than anyone. Ethan held on to Mark "It's going to be strange not having you both around" he said hugging him tighter. "I promise we will visit often Ethan and you have to come out here as well" Mark said kissing his head. "Filthy robbing bastard" Tony said from the back of the group looking at his phone. Angelo went over "What's happened Tony?" he asked as Adam came over to see as well. Tony shook his head "Our landlord just put up our rent by $100 from next week". Adam looked at him "Oh come on he can't just do that surely" he said looking worried. Mark hearing the conversation smiled and went to his flight bag "Here" he said to Tony handing him some keys. Tony looked confusingly at him "What are these for?" he said. "Our house in Larchmont, we don't need a house there just somewhere to stay" Mark told him. Tony shook his head "No Mark that's no necessary we will find somewhere else" and Adam nodded in agreement. "Consider it our wedding gift to you both, we help each other always remember that" Mark replied. Tony didn't know what to say "Are you sure Mark?" he asked. Mark kissed him "Absolutely we will sort everything out when we get back". Adam came over and kissed him "Thank you Mark I don't know how we can ever repay you". Margarite came over and kissed Ben "I am going to miss you both and our lunches" she said tearing up. "Don't worry, we will see each other" Ben reassured his mother. She looked at Mark "Look after him" Margarite kissed Mark and Steven said goodbye to them both with sincerity. Adam knew by the look Mark gave him that he expected nothing in return at being given the house in Larchmont. Ben, Mark and Franco finally got in to the limo and pulled away from Liongate, Maddy walked up to Angelo and Ethan telling them that she would make sure they visited often. Franco got upgraded to first class again and sat opposite Mark and Ben, Joaquim was over excited as he had never had Concierge Club members on his flight since members of this club were few and far between and it usually meant exceptional scrutiny was paid over the flight operation and service. As usual the captain came out of the flight deck mid flight to introduce himself to Mark and Ben who in turn praised the cabin service manager Joaquim for the exceptional service they were receiving, the captain promised to file this praise in his flight report. Angelo went off to find David and eventually found him in the gym towelling down from his workout in between their guests leaving. Angelo reminded him that he wanted to speak to him about the offer to buy the company. David put the towel around his neck and suggested they go sit on the terrace to have their chat. David sat down opposite Angelo "So tell me what is going on with this guy?". "Well he wants in on my company but I don't know, I mean I want to grow it" Angelo said looking pensively. "I see" David said "Well you have several options open to you, sell, don't sell or invest" he replied. Angelo looked up "Invest?" he asked. David nodded "Sell him half the company and you retain half that way you can be involved". "Right, so you think I should go down the investment route?" Angelo asked looking for advice. David smiled "Well at least look at it and see what offer he tables before making a decision". "I think I will" Angelo said looking as if a burden had been lifted. "Get a good lawyer, if he keeps offering to buy in he must be keen at any price" David informed Angelo. Angelo could see how it made sense and thought about getting Ethan's father to help him out. He called Raffa and said he was ready to talk about investment opportunity but not a total buy out, as he hung up from the call he told David that they had a meeting set up next week to begin negotiations and that Raffa wanted to expand the company but keep it separate as he saw massive potential on both the east and west coast. David stood up and walked Angelo back to the house telling him that a west coast opportunity may be a good thing, Angelo smiled knowing what David was hinting at. After landing they quickly said good bye to Franco as the Concierge Club car was waiting to take them to the connecting flight, by now Ben was looking forward to arriving for the first time in Barbados. The flight banked left on it's approach and Ben saw the lights of Bridgetown clearly and the white sands of the numerous beach as they tracked along the south west coast before banking left again for the final approach and landing. The heat filled the cabin as the door was opened to the evening tropical air and Ben felt like he had arrived in heaven as his body was bathed in the humidity. The airline representative escorted them through immigration and baggage claim where they found a Salinger uniformed driver waiting in the arrivals hall for them. The cool air conditioned limousine was a welcome break from the heat as they settled down. Ben smiled at the numerous palm trees wafting in the darkness as they set off hearing the driver calling ahead to the hotel of their impending arrival. It was already 8pm and both were feeling the effects of travelling all day but the excitement was keeping Ben awake as the limo turned off the main road approaching the security gate and the illuminated driveway leading up to the sweeping hotel entrance and fountain. The limo turned off and went through to a private courtyard where it came to a stop. "Here they come" Jordan called out to Daniel who was talking with his mother on the phone. Daniel rushed over "Final permits are signed we start full construction on the new Orchid wing next week". "Great we do need more rooms at this rate" Jordan said as stepped down towards the limo. "Good Evening Mr Davenport, Mr Midler-Warren welcome to the Salinger Barbados Retreat" Jordan said holding out his hand. Mark took one look and almost wanted to kiss him "Good evening thank you" he shook his hand. "I'm Jordan and this is Daniel your hotel managers, we trust you had a good journey" he asked. Ben shook hands with Jordan noticing the tattoos under the shirt along with the defined muscle "Hi great place". Daniel laughed "Hello Mr Midler-Warren and thank you, I hope you will like your suite, please follow us". Ben looked at Mark who was already looking at him grinning and Ben mouthed the word 'What the fuck' causing Mark to burst out laughing as they followed Jordan and Daniel inside and through the exquisitely designed reception area where the butler took their hand luggage and walked behind them through the lounge. They could hear some gasps and whispers 'That's Mark and Ben Davenport' as they passed through the private entrance to the Orchid Salinger 1 and 2 suites. "I hope you don't mind but we upgraded you to the owner suite Orchid Salinger 2" Daniel said holding the door open. Ben looked at Daniel and smiled "Is it different then?". Daniel chuckled and already decided he liked Ben "It's private and bigger with it's own pool and private Butler". "Just the one butler?" Ben said passing by Daniel giggling. Jordan opened the suite door "Please come through" he looked at Daniel "Stop flirting" he said smiling. Daniel allowed the butler through "Could he be any cuter" he said quietly as Jordan shook his head stifling a laugh. They got a quick tour of the lounge, bedrooms, bathrooms and pool terrace and an explanation how the key works on the terrace gate before a demonstration showing that it lead on to the Orchid wing pool terrace and where the beach was. The two bel boys were unpacking their luggage as they returned in to the suite. "You can dine in the suite or your pool terrace anytime you want, Eldred will be looking after you" Jordan explained. "Can I get some food I'm quite hungry?" Ben asked not realising he was also looking at Jordan's body. Daniel was nearly in hysterics "The restaurant is open until 10 unless you prefer to dine privately here" he said. Mark looked at Ben "I think in here tonight it has been a long day" he said. Daniel nodded "Eldred will bring you the menus and some champagne to get you settled in". "He is not 21 yet so not old enough to drink" Mark said gleefully. Daniel chuckled "Drinking age is 18 in Barbados, can he handle it?" he jokingly asked. Ben was on it quickly "Oh I can handle it question is can you?" he retorted. "Ben" Mark said sternly "I do apologise" he was fighting back from laughing. Daniel walked past Ben "You bet I can" he said. "Danny you can stop it as well" Jordan told him off "They are guests in your hotel". Eldred returned with a bottle of champagne and poured two glasses "Thank you" Mark said. Ben took his glass "Thank you Eldred" he walked over to Daniel "Cheers". Daniel laughed "Eldred your gonna have your work cut out with this one" he said. "Come on Danny lets leave them to get settled in" Jordan said almost dragging Daniel out of the room. Mark fell on the sofa laughing his head off "That was serious sexual flirting there". "Sorry I don't know what happened, I just really liked him he is funny" Ben said collapsing next to Mark kissing him. "Don't be sorry, that's what makes you so adorable, come on lets order" Mark said handing him a menu. Ben looked at Mark "You think they are a couple?" he asked. Mark nodded putting his arm around Ben "Jordan is pretty dam hot but not a patch on you" he said kissing Ben. Ben looked around "This place is so god dam awesome can't wait to go to the beach". They ordered dinner and decided to sit outside on the terrace, they both stripped naked and jumped in to their private pool and swam around thinking thy would have plenty of time before the food arrived. Embarrassingly they were caught out as Eldred arrived with a waiter who simply nodded and laid up the table and brought their salads out, Eldred placed two bathrobes at the side of the pool before enquiring what they would like to drink with dinner. They both ordered soft drinks and giggled as Eldred left the suite. "They didn't even bat an eyelid at us in the pool naked" Ben said sounding surprised. Mark laughed "They probably see it quite often judging by the robes laid out" he said putting his arms around Ben. They sat outside after finishing dinner chatting for a while after the table was cleared and Eldred disappeared for the night. Mark got up and said he would be right back and slipped in to the bedroom for a minutes. He walked back out on to the terrace wearing nothing but his jock strap and Ben watched him smiling. "Come on husband I'm going to exert my rights on you tonight" Mark said pulling Ben up out of his chair. Mark kissed him long and deeply reaching around and picking Ben up he carried him to the bedroom where Mark threw him on the bed immediately jumping on top, Ben wriggled and laughed on the bed. His arms pinned above his head and Mark began tenderly kissing Ben's neck working his way higher until their mouths met and parted welcoming each other with love. Ben's legs worked their way up around Mark's yearning for him, Mark wasted no time and freed his raging hard on, Ben knew he was in for a rough ride sensing how horny Mark was feeling. He let out a loud gasp and moan feeling Mark's cock pushing in to his hole steadily in one fluid motion until he felt Mark's balls pressing up against his ass. His back arching and body wriggling in suspense and moaning wildly from the slight pain of the forced entry, he felt Mark's cock withdraw and push back in harder causing him to elicit a cry of delight. He was powerless with his arms pinned above his head with Mark looking deep in to his eyes but he was turned on beyond words and clamped his legs tight around Mark never wanting to let him go. Several more hard thrusts followed making his eyes water at the corners, he felt no pain just love looking back up at Mark, the sound of Mark's balls slapping against his own ass increased in speed and volume. Ben raised his head and clamped his mouth over Mark's who fell forward speeding up his thrusting as his body tensed, he couldn't help himself even if he wanted to as his testosterone flooded his body driving him wild with sexual prowess. Their mouths locked together kissing his hips pushed up harder against Ben as he began to orgasm moaning in to Ben's mouth as his seed fired from his cock deep into his husbands body. Mouths still locked kissing Mark could feel the slimy mess under his stomach knowing that Ben had also ejaculated, he collapsed on top of Ben still holding his arms firmly in place and laying his head against Ben's 'My Ben my sexy Ben' he whispered. Ben kissed his neck moaning as he felt Mark's hips still grinding away at him and his cock showing no signs of softening, Mark raised his head and looked at him 'I'm not finished with you yet' he said kissing him passionately again. Ben was first to wake in the morning and picked up Mark's jock strap which laid strewn on the floor, he was still sound asleep and Ben put on his robe and walked through to the lounge it was still early and only 7am but he felt refreshed and incredibly happy but my god his ass was sore, they finally fell asleep after Mark made love to him for the fifth time. Walking out on the terrace he let his robe slip to the floor and dived in to the pool and swam around hoping the cool pool water would ease the soreness. He was so busy swimming he didn't notice the butler come out on to the terrace until he saw his robe being folded up and placed neatly at the edge of the pool. "Good morning Sir, apologies I heard you were up and brought you coffee" Eldred said apologetically. Ben smiled up "Morning Eldred and thank you, Mark is still sleeping". "Please let me know when you are ready for breakfast" Eldred said smiling and nodding at him. "Oh actually we were going to swim in the sea before if that is okay" Ben said to him. Eldred nodded and returned a few minutes later with two beach towels and placed them on the sofa "Your beach towels". He turned and left the suite as quickly as he entered, Ben giggled to himself as he splashed around in the pool for a few minutes more then climbed out to pour a cup of coffee for himself, sitting there sipping his coffee and reflecting on how much he and his life was changing, one thing he did know was that he was already missing Liongate and Mark's parents. He still found it bizarre that at 19 and fresh out of college he was married to a stunning guy who was incredibly in love with him. "Penny for them" Mark said startling Ben. Ben sat up "Morning husband, penny for what?" he said. "Your thoughts" he said taking the cup of coffee Ben poured him "Thank you husband" he said laughing. Ben smiled "How lucky I am to have met you Mark" he chuckled. Mark smiled at Ben "Doesn't bother you the wealth part" he asked looking seriously at him. "I told you before I don't need it as long as I have you" Ben replied putting his cup down. Mark leaned forward and held Ben's hand "If it ever gets to much we can move back to NY Ben". Ben laughed "Don't worry I will tell you if it does" he replied looking in to Mark's eyes. "Good, I just want us to be happy" Mark said and Ben stood up and went inside. Ben grabbed their swim shorts "Come on I want to swim in the sea, before anyone else is up". Mark stood up and kissed Ben and they used their card to open the gate on to the Orchid wing pool terrace heading in the direction they were shown the previous night, Ben had a proper look at the pool area and said to Mark than even this looks luxurious. They reached the gate and opened it, Ben gasped as the brilliant white sand and crystal azure waters flooded in eyesight, they stepped on to the private beach area marked Orchid Wing guests only. Despite the early time there was already a family in the water and two other figures swimming, they choose a spot a few meters away and placed their towels on the sand and ran in to the sea together swimming energetically in the warm Caribbean sea. After 10 minutes Ben stopped to catch his breath whilst Mark carried on swimming parallel to the shore line. Ben distinctly heard the sounds of splashing getting louder. "Morning" Daniel called out swimming closer to Ben. Ben turned noticing who was heading his way "Morning" he called back. Daniel came within a few meters "Did you handle it or wimp out last night?" he asked giggling. Ben chuckled "Oh I handled it and got it good". Daniel splashed Ben "You dirty little whore" he said laughing. "I bet you get it good as well" Ben replied splashing Daniel. Daniel threw his head back laughing loudly "You know it babe" and continued splashing Ben. Ben laughed between splashes "Is that all you got" splashing Daniel back. Mark swam up to the boys and splashed both of them "What are you two doing now" he sniggered. Ben looked at Daniel and nodded both of them turning on to Mark and splashing him rapidly as he fought back, Jordan swam towards them laughing announcing that two on one wasn't fair and began splashing them from the other side. Ben and Daniel didn't know which one to splash at the onslaught as they were both in stitches laughing hard trying to splash Jordan and Mark back unsuccessfully. They stopped hearing a woman calling from the beach 'Daniel do I need to call your mother!', Ben did a double take. "Wait is that... no surely.... oh my god it is" Ben was pointing in her direction gobsmacked. Daniel grabbed his finger "Have you no manners it is rude to point" he laughed gripping on hard to Ben's finger. Ben tried to free his finger "Help he is assaulting me" he cried out laughing. Arms flayed as Ben and Daniel engaged in a play fight in the sea trying to get their arms around each other wrestling each one to their knees. Jordan stood there shaking his head as Mark came round to his side. "Do we stop it?" Mark looked at Jordan almost drooling. Jordan looked at him "Nah, let them get on with it. Join me for a juice?" he asked Mark. "Sure why not" he replied as Jordan put his arm around Mark's shoulder as they walked towards the shore. Jordan looked back "Come on you two" he called out to Daniel and Ben who stopped. Ben looked a little embarrassed "I need a minute" he replied trying to swim away. Mark looked at Jordan laughing "Think he might have an erection". Jordan laughed "Probably it does the same to me when I use to play fight". Daniel grabbed Ben's legs "You got a bulge in your shorts pretty boy" he laughed dragging Ben backwards. Ben giggling all the while "Stop it I can't get out yet" he pleaded. Daniel was dragging Ben closer to shore "Don't be shy I'm hard as a rock". Ben burst out laughing finally feeling his legs being let free "I will sit here for a moment" he said sitting down. Daniel plonked himself down next to him "God I haven't laughed like this for ages" he said. Ben looked at him "Really?" he asked. Daniel nodded "Long story but I won't bore you with it now". Ben knew to take a hint "So you know Nicky the actress, I mean that is her right?". Daniel nodded "Yes it is, my family have known her for several years, they come here often". "Wow I mean I was in Bel Air and never saw one famous person" Ben replied watching her. Daniel stood up still semi hard holding out his hand "Come and meet her" he said pulling Ben up. "Mark Davenport I could recognise you anywhere" Nicky said smiling. Mark shook her hand "And I you" he laughed. "And this must be your husband, my god he looks young" She said laughing and winking at Mark. Jordan watched Ben and Daniel wading through the water "These two have the same mischievous manners" he said smiling. Nicky put her arm around Jordan "Been a long time since I saw him have this much fun" she said quietly. Jordan nodded "Good to see him having fun" he replied and noticed Mark's strange look "Tell you about it later". Nicky threw a towel at Daniel "Cover yourself up Danny" she said looking down at him as he approached Daniel laughed "Nicky this is my new bestie Ben" he said introducing him to her. "Nice to meet you Ben and cover yourself up as well" Nicky shook his hand. Ben stood there rooted to the spot embarrassed "Hi" he managed to squeak out. Daniel put his arm around Ben "Star struck Nicky" he laughed. Nicky waved her hand "Come and join us for a drink guys". Nicky sat so she could keep one eye on the kids just as Kit walked on to the beach and was introduced to Mark and Ben, Cael brought over some juices from the bar performing his perfect Bajan smile for Ben and Mark. Nicky knew who Mark was but never met any of the family, after all his family lived a few streets from her and Kit and she had always wanted to see Liongate properly as you couldn't really see if from the street. They chatted for ages, Daniel watched admiring how at ease Mark and Ben were talking away after Ben's initial shock of seeing Nicky. "So Mark, tell me what is Liongate like?" Kit asked sipping his juice. Mark smiled "Big, way to big but it has always been my home and great for hide and seek" he replied. Kit laughed "Nicky has always wanted to see it and even I am a little curious" he said. "Strange as it is just a home to me, but your in Coldwater Canyon right?" Mark asked looking at them both. Nicky nodded "Yes the quiet part at the top". "Well you must come over for dinner then we can show you around" Mark suggested. Daniel huffed "What about us don't we get an invite" he laughed. Mark furrowed his eyebrows "I don't think I can trust you and Ben together" then laughed "but of course you are". "It's like school children behaving badly" Jordan said chuckling. "As long as it's not as crazy as Bel Air has been" Daniel said shaking his head with a grin. Mark sat forward "My parents told me that the gates at East Gate were rammed through at Thanksgiving". A weird silence fell for a moment "Oh you know about the incident?" Daniel asked. Ben nodded "I read about it in the paper at JFK" Ben said "sounded horrific". Nicky and Kit looked to Daniel "We will tell you about it, maybe over dinner one night?" Daniel said sombrely. Mark and Ben looked at each other "Oh sorry, I mean oh god English guy son of hotel owners" Mark put it together. Daniel nodded and Jordan held his hand "Yes, it's okay though. Will you have dinner with us one night?" Daniel repeated. "Yes of course we would love to" Mark said looking a little upset. Daniel smiled "Great, we are in the suite next door to you so we can dine in ours with Nicky and Kit". Mark laughed "I hope we didn't make to much noise last night" he said as Ben blushed looking down. Daniel stood up "I thought a banshee was on the loose" he said smirking at Ben. Ben took the bait and chased Daniel down the beach to the water "Fight like a man Brit boy" he called after him. Daniel turned and scoffed at Ben laughing "Catch me first pretty boy" stumbling at the waters edge falling face first. Ben was quickly on him light a bolt of lightning "Can't run now can ya" Daniel laid there laughing until Ben rolled off. They laid on their backs half in the water as Mark and Jordan walked past them to go swimming. Ben couldn't help but watching his fine physique "He is sexy". Daniel laughed "Isn't he, completely stole my heart when he stayed here as a guest". "No way, you did good to have landed him" Ben said giggling "I wouldn't know how to handle him". Daniel chuckled "You did pretty well as well" he said nodding towards Mark who was swimming. Ben turned to look at Mark and smiled "Swept me off my feet and he is my first you know". "Wow to find love with the first guy is rare, you are 19 right?" Daniel asked. Ben laughed "Yeah nearly 20 though and you I guess 24?". "I will take that" Daniel laughed "26 actually and Jordy is 30" Daniel replied. Ben looked at Mark "My man is 22" he said watching Mark swim. "Oh I wish I was that young again" Daniel said laying on his back again. Ben laughed "Sometime I wish I was older. So are you called Danny or Daniel?" he asked Daniel looked up at him "Danny to my friends and family" he said "I think we will be friends so Danny to you and Mark". Ben laid back next to him "Thank you Danny". Daniel smiled and looked at Ben "No I need to thank you Ben, believe me". They spent the next half an hour swimming and sitting at the shore line watching as the sun rose higher in the sky before going back to their suite to have breakfast, they spent a great deal of their time over the next couple of days in the privacy of their private pool terrace and Joining Daniel and Jordan in the morning for a swim. As promised Ben received a package from Canali full of new clothes which seem to be the type Ben would choose when out shopping with his mother. Mark tanned very quickly due to his Spanish roots whilst Ben kept the sun cream slapped on and was gradually getting a tan. They walked up from the beach that morning and saw Jordan wandering around the Orchid wing pool. "Hey, missed you for the swim this morning" Mark called out to him Jordan waved and came across "Sorry, Daniel was still in bed as we had an early arrival for the Orchid wing". Mark nodded "I forget you have to run the hotel". Jordan looked at his phone "Daniel is up finally... Do you want to join us for breakfast?" he asked them both. Ban looked at Mark "Can we?" he said with pleading eyes. Mark laughed "Anything for you Ben you know that" he leaned over and kissed him. Jordan opened the gate to their suite "Danny" he called "we have breakfast guests". Daniel was sat drinking coffee in his robe "Oh fantastic, morning guys". Breakfast was relaxed and fun until Jordan went back to work, Ben and Mark hanged out with Daniel for several hours during which time they got to know each other properly and Daniel opened up about the series of events over Thanksgiving and finally the death of Sage. Ben sat there mostly gobsmacked listening to the story unfold, Mark shook his head in disbelief saying he kind of understood and related the story to his friend's ex attempting to stab his new boyfriend. Ben looked at Mark "Are you talking about this Matt guy?" he asked. Mark realised that Ben must not have known all the details "Yes" he replied. "Oh god, Ethan told me something had happened but never that he actually harmed him" Ben looked mortified. Daniel watched Ben "Is he your friend Ben?" he asked him. Ben nodded "We grew up together but fell out when he started seeing Angelo. I kind of had a thing for Ben". Mark put his arm around Ben "He still does" he said half joking. Ban laughed "If I had known then what I know now who knows what would have happened" he said looking amused. Daniel smiled "And ruin a life long friendship Ben, trust me it would have made things difficult". "Fortunately this one was at the party and chased me around the house all night" Ben cuddled up to Mark. Daniel laughed "Oh the thrill of the chase Mark". Mark nodded and laughed "Paid off though, I knew when I first saw Ben I was in love with him". Jordan reappeared "Callum and Steve are flying out tomorrow" he told Daniel grabbing a coffee. "Great, you must let Nicky and Kit and know. You will have to meet them as well" Daniel said. "This could be a handful" Jordan said looking at Mark "Callum is just as mischievous" shaking his head. Daniel jumped in the pool "They run the hotel when we have a break" he explained beckoning Ben in to the pool. Ben and Mark returned from the beach after their late afternoon swim and sunbathe both collapsing on the bed in their suite cuddling, tonight they would have a romantic dinner just the two of them and then make love, no jock strap as Mark was insistent that tonight would be just about them. Ben's phone pinged and he saw a message from Josh, he opened it up 'Hi lovers, arriving tomorrow for 3 days, Bobby and I can't wait to see you both'. Ben put the phone down and fell back on the bed. "More photos I guess" he said running his hand along Mark's abdomen. Mark laid there smiling "Better Bobby than other photographers invading our privacy". Ben raised his head "Is it always going to be like this?" he asked. Mark smiled "What like you and me sexing our way around the world" he laughed. Ben lightly bit his nipple "Well that but having photos taken" he asked seriously. Mark put his arm around Ben and kissed him "I hope not but in Bel Air we will have more privacy". Ben laid on top of Mark "And the other thing" he kissed him "sex around the world". Mark smiled kissing Ben back "Definitely". Ben slipped his hand inside Mark's swimming trunks feeling the semi hardness laying underneath the fabric, he was horny and needed Mark.

I'd been horny to suck cock and swallow seed so I went to a nearby porn theatre. It wasn't too busy although two guys were putting on a show in the biggest room showing straight porn. The big bottom guy was getting his ass and mouth nicely used by the more athletic top's long fat dick. Watching them made me wish I'd had time to clean out. It was slow so I was hanging out when a short and wiry looking south asian guy came in wearing a backpack. I asked permission to touch him and played with his trim and very furry belly and chest sucking his nipples until he called me a pussy and pushed me down to his uncut cock. I sucked him slow and deep as he instructed, holding him in the back of my throat for around ten seconds before returning to the slow sucking. Finally he said he wanted to fuck me bare and breed me but I told him I wasn't prepared. He wanted to do it anyway and had me slobber on his uncut cock which he used to get inside my hole. He wasn't gentle, and while he fucked me a young hispanic guy can in. He stood next to me as I was fucked doggie style talking to the guy in my hole until he bred me, had me clean his cock, and left. I cleaned up and the hispanic guy followed me asking if he can fuck me too. Sure, I said. He bends me over a chair and this fat uncut cock presses into the fresh cum soup in my ass stretching me a lot more than the last cock. He grabs my hips firmly and gives me one of those unselfconscious, firm, deep, I-need-to-cum fucks until he adds his load to the soup. Afterwards he says he wants to fuck me again and tells me when I can show up to take his cock. Lifetime loads 9.

I was travelling to see my sister and pulled into a rest area for a piss. As I pulled in I noticed a big truck and nobody else around. I parked up and went out behind a bush and this guy appeared and started cruising me, I thought it was the man who owned the rig, so I thought what the hell and motioned for him to come closer. We started groping each other and he pushed me down and I started to suck his cock. We was going at this for a couple of minutes when the guy got spooked for some reason and ran off the opposite direction to the rig. I was just about to get into my car when I heard a cough from behind. There standing behind me was a huge tall overweight man smoking a cigar he was wearing dirty jeans and boots. He had on a t shirt which had seen better days. “So what do we have here” he snarled. “Nothing I was just taking a piss”. I replied. He stepped closer appearing sinister. “Listen fag, I suggest you don’t lie to me and tell me the truth”, he had a smirk on his face. I advised “I don’t know what you are talking about” and tried to step towards my car. He grabbed my arm forcefully, I tried to escape and he held on, “I have something to show you”. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me a picture of me on my knees sucking the other man off. A cold wave ran over me, I felt like a deer caught in headlights, he continued to show me pics of me getting out of my car and you could clearly see my number plate, I was trapped, the world froze. “Now it looks like we have a bit of a dilemma”, he sniggered and spat on the floor. I stood there like the world had come to an end. Thoughts were running through my mind. I sized him up however he was at least 3 times bigger than me. He caught me looking, “Do not try anything boy, I have already sent the pics to me personal e-mail. So if you do not do as you are told they will go to the police”. He stood close to me leaning into me and I could smell, sweat and musk which was overpowering. “This is how it is going to go down. See that Rig over there, you will climb up open the door and go into the back of the rig and wait for me like a good little boy”. I stood frozen and he barked “Now Boy” and slapped my back side. I jumped and ran for the truck scared shaking and cornered. I climbed up the truck slowly and opened the door, as I climbed in the heat and smell hit me. It smelt strongly of piss, spunk, and cigar and man musk. I climbed into the back and it was a mess, dirty clothes hanging around, the sheets on the bed looked like they had never been cleaned. It was dark and dingy, I tentatively sat on the edge of the bed as there was nowhere else and waited. I waited and waited it seemed like forever, all I could hear was my heart beat which I thought would burst out of my chest. Eventually he climbed up the rig and into the back he appeared much bigger and scarier. He loomed over me and blew cigar smoke in my face, then spat in my face. “Look what we have here a little faggot boy”. I went to respond and beg to be let go and he back handed me across the face. “Listen up fucker. I am not here to let you go and show mercy. You belong to me now and will do as I say”. I had landed on the bed, on my side and I was crying. He grabbed me and started ripping my t shirt off and then my shorts and underwear. I was left naked he slapped me hard on the arse and ordered me to sit up. I slowly sat up and he stood looking down on me. I felt emasculated him fully clothed mine in shreds on the floor. He again spat in my face, he reached for his crotch and started to rub, you could see the shape stretching down his leg. It appeared huge. He pulled his zipper down slowly watching me and pulled his cock slowly out. My heart was beating fast. His cock now hanging out of his jeans, it was huge and ugly, veined and snarled. Crooked. Like it had been battered a few times. He looked at me and I looked at him I was still crying, “it isn’t going to suck itself, fuck pig, tongue out” he ordered. I ignored him and he slapped my face firmly “Tongue now”. I slowly pushed my tongue out of my mouth and it hung there. He slowly pulled the foreskin back on his cock and it was full of smegma, I nearly was sick from the smell and he moved forward. I tried to not smell it. “Smell it” he ordered and I smelt his cock, he slowly moved his cock forward and wipe it on my tongue. I was doing my best not to be sick and he ordered me to “taste and swallow”. This went on with him wiping smegma on my tongue. Then he ordered me to open my mouth and slowly pushed his ugly cock inside. I tried to barf a couple of times as he leant forward grabbed my arms and pulled me to the floor, So I was sitting with my back to the bed bunk and him leering ­over me. He pushed his cock back in and forced me to take his cock. I was slathering and spit was running down my cheeks, tears were in my eyes as he continued his torturous face fuck. Forcing his cock down my throat, he would slap my face periodically, pulling back when it looked like I would pass out. Eventually he managed to train my throat to take his cock. I was sat there his knees pressing into the top of my shoulders pinned to the bed with his cock firmly lodged in my throat. “Well done boy, I thought this was going to take longer”. He spat down at me and I could smell the musk smell drifting up from his bollocks. He reached down and grabbed my hair and pulled me onto the bed. On your back face towards me. My head now hanging off the bunk and my legs up the wall as it was only a bunk. He moved towards me and spat in my face, moved his cock back into my mouth and throat, he grabbed my nipples and twisted and pulled. Using them as leverage. His bollocks resting on my nose, all I could smell was his musk. He continued his assault, “yes open that throat up you fucking faggot, you’re getting good at this. Yes suck it good. I have your pics and evidence and you belong to me now. You will do what I say when I say and how I say. Hum if you understand me Pussy Boy”. I did not responded as I was processing his words. He pulled out slapped my face and shoved back in. “I can’t hear you, you waste of space”. I hummed, not sure how it was like automatic pilot. I lay there humming. As he was fucking my throat picking up a rhythm. He pulled his dick out slightly and I could feel him gush into my mouth, there was so much it overflowed and went over my face. He shoved back into my throat and emptied the rest of his sack into me. He left his dick lodged in my throat and the spunk I did not swallow, he slowly scooped up with his finger and forced into my mouth. “Good boy, take it all”. I lay there his dick lodged into my mouth and realised that I had the biggest hard on, it was throbbing and hurting me. He slowly pulled his dick out and looked down at me snarled and spat and slapped my face. “Look at you, pathetic bum boy, just been throat raped and you’re lying there with a hard on. What a fucking low life faggot, you’re”. My throat felt like it was on fire and I tried to get up. He pushed me back down, stay there. I am not finished with you yet. I lay there crying he slowly started to undress, I started to beg for him to let me go and he backhanded me again and told me to shut up, I continued to cry and sniffle. He had removed his t-shirt and undid his belt pulled it out if the loops, shut the fuck up or I will give you something to cry about. He lashed out across my buttocks enflaming them and continued his assault. In between strokes he removed his boots and chucked them aside. He hit me again then dropped his jeans. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside. He stood there looking down at me. He left his socks on and he had on a Jock strap which was yellow stained and filthy, he slowly grabbed the jock and slowly pulled it down, I continued to cry and he grabbed the jock, “I have had enough of hearing you crying you little bitch” and grabbed my head and forced the jock deep into my mouth. He wrapped the straps around my head. So a large part of the dirty pouch was covering my nose. I could taste and smell this filthy animal and there was nothing I could do about it. He grabbed me and I was face down and he pulled my arms up and there was two wrist straps, either corner of the bunk. He tied my wrists into these, he then grabbed my ankles and did the same I was spread eagled face down across the bed. With the jock wedged and wrapped around my head. He climbed on top and I could feel his big thick ugly cock laying across my enflamed buttocks, he slapped my arse cheeks countless times making them hot and red. “Little bitches need putting in their place”. He spat on my hole periodically then dropped down and started to lick and suck and nibble and bite. My hole become sore and tender, he was chewing my skin. He rubbed his beard up and down my crack tenderising my hole, the beard felt like sandpaper. He then climbed back up and placed his dripping cock at my entrance and shoved in. I screamed into the filthy jock he moved his hand up and covered my mouth and nose and started thrusting, hard fast. I felt like my insides were ripped out. He was thrusting and grunting, “you little bitch, take my cock, yes that’s it open up for your trucker Daddy”, I was there laying under this beast his smell covering me his sweat dripping on me as he continued his assault. He slowed down and was slowly easing it in and out. The pain started to subside, he was changing angles and really giving me his dick. For an overweight fat man he had stamina. Time stood still, he was going slow then fast, really taking his time. Sometimes he would pull out then ram back in. spanking my arse periodically. Fucking me raw. I was crying and he snarled “yes cry for me faggot boy”. He pulled his dick out and looked down, there was blood on his dick. “Yeah making you bleed, I like that”. He rammed back in and pile drove my arse. Getting faster and faster. His full body weight on top of me. He lifted himself up on to his hands and tip toes and fucked me faster than I had ever experienced before. This went on for 5 minutes when all of a sudden he roared and came, shooting hot searing come into me he carried on fucking me I tried to beg him to stop as I was so sore however I could not speak with the jock in my mouth. He slowly pulled out and slipped the jock from my face, so it was hanging around my neck, clean it bitch. He shoved his dripping bloody cock into my mouth making me clean it off. I lay there cleaning his dirty cock and he then climbed off me started to get dressed, I begged him to “let me go” He replied “you aint going anywhere queerboy, he shoved the jock back in climbed into the driver’s seat and drove off laughing loudly.

Playerking, Airmax: I feel I need to stick up for the cumdumps again... At least the cumdumps are putting themselves out there and trying to organise something (and often paying for a hotel room in the process). It’s not their fault if others can’t be bothered to organise parties: it’s very rare I see a top going out of his way to arrange something. Don’t take us cumdumps for granted: you’d miss us if we weren’t there

I have with a wonderful slut for 3 years we have wonderful open and honest relationship. We met at a bbrt party he was the featured bottom.8 was the host and a responded to an ad that I was looking for twink to be a cumdump at a party. I think the success has been communication. Go out have fun but tell each other what is happening. And the hard rule is you must be home in bed before sunrise. I know he gets fucked everyday while I’m work. And when I get home he’s ready for me to do whatever I need either with him or with someone else. It’s worked so far and there is no reason it won’t continue

He screamed out in pain, God it hurt but not as.bad as he thought it would. Jim held there for a minute or so, looking into Neal's blue eyes. Neal gasped a few times n said omg jim! It hurts but feels so right in me! God its buried balls deep in me! Mmmmm it's already fading to a mild burn. Jim slowly pulled out a lil then pushed back in, Jon n Erik's hands rubbed all over his body, Yeah he loves that dick buried in his ass, dont ya? Erik said grabbing his dick, making neal moan even more.

7. Hours later I lay on my bed, my ass coved in dried cum, my hole gaping and dripping. The straps of my jock were wet with cum, and my body stunk of sex. The plug lay next to me on the bed, my hole now too loose to hold it in. I felt like I was in some kind of daze, I had been fucked into oblivion and yet I was still hungry for more. My phone buzzed. It had been buzzing all day from all the messages I had sent out on Grindr, Scruff, and BBRT. Exhaustedly I reached across the disheveled mess that my bed had become and grabbed the phone. My heart thudded faster, it was from Sir. “Hows that cunt doing boy?” “Its fucking destroyed Sir. I’ve taken five loads after yours. Two from big black cocks. The plug won’t even stay in anymore.” “Good work boy.” “Thank you Sir. My hole is so sore but I’m still horny as fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “Nothing’s wrong with you boy, you’re just learning your place in the world as a pig cunt. Caging up your little cock keeps you from getting off like a man so you can embrace the slut you are.” “My cock has been leaking all day.” “Eventually you’ll get horny enough that your ball will drain themselves from taking cock. You’re just not there yet boy.” “I don’t even care. I like this feeling. I like being this horny. I want more. Sir! I want more cock.” “Good boy. I’ve got something fun planned for you tonight. Come over in an hour.” “Yes Sir.” “See you soon boy.” I lay there on my stomach for a long minute, my caged cock squished beneath me. I reached back and fingered my loose hole, first one finger then another. Soon I had four fingers deep inside my hole without resistance. I had never been so well used. My hole was swallowing my fingers greedily. I could feel the loads inside of me, I felt them lubing up my fingers, drawing them deeper and deeper inside of me. I grabbed the plug and stuffed it back inside, slamming it hard in and out of my sloppy cunt. I got off the bed, and holding the plug in my hole with one hand I pulled my wooden desk chair over with the other. I sat down on the chair, my naked cheeks slapping the wood. I let the plug fall out of my hole and rode it like a cock. I took a video of my pussy flopping around the thick piece of plastic and sent it to Sir. “Good boy,” he responded, “make sure that hole is nice and loose for me. I’ll give you a bigger plug tonight when you’re done. I want you plugged from now on boy.” A big drop of precum oozed from my cock when I read that and I dropped onto the plug, sitting flat on the chair. I ground my ass for a while like that, relishing in the full feeling it gave me. After a long while I looked at the time and realized I needed to get dressed and head to Sirs. I pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, electing to leave the plug at home there was no way I was going to be able to keep it in walking over. I texted Sir to tell him I was coming over, and warn him that the plug wouldn’t stay in. He seemed pleased with that news and told me to hurry over. I walked quickly, and as I did I could tell that some cum was leaking from my hole. With no underwear to stop it I was positive I had a wet spot forming on the ass of my shorts. By the time I got to Sir’s building I could tell that most of my ass was wet with cum and lube. Anyone walking behind me would know I was a faggot cum dump. Sir greeted me at the door in just a pair of loose fitting basketball shorts, his bulge obvious in the crotch. It was hard to drag my eyes off of it, and up to his handsome face. He smiled at me and ushered me inside. As soon as the door was closed he said. “You should know the rules by now pig. You don’t get clothes in this house. Strip.” I kicked off my shoes, tore my shirt off and dropped my shorts. I made to take my sweaty cum stained jock, but Sir stopped me. “Keep the jock on. I like how it looks over you caged up boy cock.” “Yes Sir.” “Good pig.” He pulled me close and kissed me. His hands quickly traveled to my ass. Two thick fingers quickly found my squishy hole and probed into its well lubed depts. “You weren’t kidding boy. You did good today.” “Thank you, Sir.” “You ready for more?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy, follow me.” Sir led me into his living room, a broad grin across his face. The couch had been moved to against the wall, and a circle of chairs had been set up in the middle all facing in. In the middle five naked men were making out and getting each other hard. “Gents, our new toy is here.” The men all stopped and turned towards me. They were all fucking hot, and I now saw all were thick and hung. “So boy, we now know that pussy of yours can take quite a pounding. And we know that you can service more than one top in a day. But now were going to see just how much abuse that cunt can take. All the guys here, I won’t bother telling you their names as you will just refer to all of them as Sir. We’re going to start out with a game of musical cocks. We’ll all sit in this circle and you’re going to try to get us all off by riding our cocks with that loose wet pussy of yours. After that if any of the guys want a little one on one time with you then they’ll each have a shot. Got it pig?” My heart was pounding, and my cock was straining so hard against my cage and the jock that it hurt. “Yes Sir,” I almost screamed. “Good, then let’s get started.”

Part 2 I left my cock in Matty until it went soft, as my brain processed what had just transpired. My son, my pride and joy, was truly a cum hungry slut. And I loved it. I finally pulled out, and Matty immediately rolled over and started cleaning off my slimy dick without being told to. As he sucked the cum and ass juice off my cock, paying extra attention to the foreskin, he looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and said, "a cumdump always cleans up after." "Someone's taught you well, boy" I replied. "Yes, Sir," he answered as he licked my balls clean. Grabbing a handful of his curly hair, I forced him back on to my cock, holding his face tight against my pubes, watching my precious boy as his tongue and mouth did their work on my crotch. I started getting hard again. I pushed him off me, onto his back, and he responded by grabbing his ankles, spreading his legs apart, displaying his hungry, pink hole, glistening in the soft light. I looked down at him, noticing that his crotch was shaved, with just a hint of pubes left. "Do you shave your ass too, boy?" "Yes Sir. Most men prefer it that way," he replied, flashing his big, white smile. I marveled at his beauty. An hour ago, he was just my straight, hot jock son. Now here he was a submissive, cock hungry slut, spreading his legs open for more of his Dad's cock in him. I didn't make him wait as I lined up my cock head to his waiting hole. "Look at me boy," I demanded. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what you want son." Without hesitation or shame he answered "I want your cock in my ass, Dad. I want you to fuck me, use me, cum in me. I'm just a cumdump. I need your cum filling me. I need other men to use me as a cumdump. I am a slut, Dad. Use me however you want. Tie me up, abuse me, let other men abuse me, whatever you want. The rougher the better. I'll be your little fuck slave, Daddy." With that I slammed my cock balls-deep into my son. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned "Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck me, Dad, fuck me." And fuck him I did. I grabbed his furry thighs and pounded him as hard as I could, knowing this fuck would last a while. Matty just moaned and grunted. I filled my mouth with saliva and grabbed his bottom teeth, opening his mouth wide. I let a long string of spit fall into his mouth, filling it up. As I pushed his mouth closed and he swallowed, I finished by spitting twice on his face, right on his nose so it ran down his cheeks. He just smiled, loving it. I slowed down my fucking, cause I wanted to find out more about his sexual history. "How long have you been getting fucked, bitch? Tell me about it." "Since I was 18, Sir," he answered as I grabbed his balls, pulling them. "I went on hookup sites. It's really easy to find guys wanting to use a high school boy." "Older guys? What was the first man that fucked you like?" I asked. "Yeah, lots of older guys. The guy who took my cherry was probably 40. I told you I was spending the night at Jimmy's, but I went to this guy's house. He fucked me three times that night. He was the first to teach me what a cumdump I was." My cock throbbed as he talked. "The next hookup was a couple in their 50's. They were the first to tie me up, put me in a sling and fuck me all night. They introduced me to poppers. After that, I became a certified cockhound. I'd look for cock anywhere. Sometimes at a park, or a bookstore. I like the sleaziness of the hook-ups." I pounded my boy harder as I pictured him whoring himself out to total strangers. "What's the oldest guy to fuck you?" I asked. "He was in his 80's. He came over to our house and fucked me while you and Mom were asleep upstairs." I gave my son a hard slap on the face when he said that. "Thank you, Sir," he replied, adding "I've had lots of guys over that you didn't know about. They'd get really turned on fucking a high school guy in his own bed." I continued pounding Matty harder as I realized just how slutty he was, so I asked "Have you been gangbanged slut? How many men?" "Yes Sir, a few times. The most was one session with six Army guys. They blindfolded me and used me all night. They even double fucked me. I probably took ten or eleven loads that night." My head spun at the thought of my son being gangbanged, taking cock after cock after cock. I most definitely needed to set up a gangbang for him. And I'll make sure to have a minimum of ten guys lined-up to use my son. Hearing him tell me his nasty exploits had me on the verge of cumming again, but I had one more question before I came: "So," I asked, looking deep into his eyes. "How many men do you think have fucked you? How many men have pumped their cum into my son's slutty fuckhole?" "Maybe about 150?" 'Oh fuck,' I thought - 150 different men. And he wasn't even 20. "Stroke your cock slut." I ordered. "I wanna see you cum, you nasty fucking whore! Taking 150 different cocks? You really are a worthless little cumdump. Well, Daddy's taking over now, cunt! I'm going to make sure you take EVERY available cock we can find. I'll find disgusting old, fat men and make you grovel for their cum. I'll take you to truck stops and let nasty, dirty truckers fuck your hot, slutty, jock cumhole! You'll get so used, I'll be able to ram my fist in you with no problem!" As I told Matty about his future, he just groaned and opened his mouth, shooting several big shots of cum, landing in his mouth, hair, and all over his face and chest. I shot my own load into him as his ass muscles milked my cock with every squirt he made. fter we both got our breath back, I pulled out and Matty cleaned me off, he started to wipe his own cum up. "No," I said, "leave it." Giving me a smile, Matty reached into his backpack and pulled out a good sized buttplug. Without a word, he lay back, spread his whore legs apart and handed me the plug, gesturing to his leaking hole. I rammed it in hard. Matty threw his head back and hissed as it popped past his anal ring. I lay down, pulled him into me, kissing deeply and passionately as ground the plug into his cunt. We made out for a bit before we called it a night.

Tom was sitting back on the couch and Louis was on his knees in front of him, feasting on his rigid pole. My face was deep in Louis’ ass and Sean was making all sorts of comments, each alluding to the fact that he had no one to enjoy. He figured out quickly that I was rimming just to lube Louis up and once I had, I was positioning my cock at his slick hole. Sean waited until my cock was all the way in before he straddled Louis and left me staring at his very hard cock. I got into a good motion fucking Louis’ ass and then moved my head closer to Sean’s cock. I opened wide and licked my way down to the base, first on the left side and then on the right and then up the bottom until the head had my lips wrapped around it. I sucked in and out taking more of it each time. Sean got a little impatient with me and grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I actually preferred this, since I could concentrate more on fucking Louis’ ass. That doesn’t mean that I was ignoring his cock, my tongue and lips were working it over and from his moans I assumed he liked it. Louis’ hole got wetter the longer I fucked, between the spit that kept dripping off my beard and down to his hole and my precum that was coating his fuck chute. My hips were pounding his ass and my balls were slapping into his until they started to pull up. When I started to shoot my seed into him, Sean grabbed my head and forced my face into his crotch. I yelled out as best as I could around his thick pole as my cock pumped volleys of cum deep in Louis’ gut. I slapped Louis’ ass as I pulled out of him and off of Sean’s cock. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew both Tom and Sean wanted to sample Louis’ slick hole. Louis leaned up, letting Tom’s cock slip from his mouth when I backed away, dripping with sweat. It was probably about this time that Louis realized he was going to be the sole bottom tonight. Sean climbed behind him and pushed his back down before pushing his face into Louis’ ass. Louis went back to sucking on Tom’s cock while Sean sucked and licked at his furry, cum-filled hole. I sat down next to Tom, recovering. I really wasn’t close enough for Louis to trade off sucking both of us, which was a shame. After several minutes, Sean moved in with his cock pointing right at Louis’ pucker. I hoped that there was enough cum left and that I had opened him up so that Sean could slide in easily. The groan from Louis told me ‘no’ on both counts. Sean took his time working his cock in but it was still a struggle. I had been the only guy to fuck Louis, as far as I knew, and the second guy was much thicker. Louis pulled off Tom’s cock and braced himself. He seemed to accept the challenge of taking Sean’s beer can thick shaft and with more spit and a lot of work, he finally found Sean balls deep inside him. Sean gave him a few minutes to acclimate and then started to plow in and out. Louis groaned some more and then started nursing on Tom’s cock again. Sean built up speed and his thrusts were hard enough that he was forcing Tom’s shaft deep into Louis’ throat. It was muffling but not silencing Louis. There was an occasional gag, but mostly grunts as he got pounded. Sweat was pouring off of Sean’s body as he slammed in over and over. He looked so hot with sweat dripping of his nose and beard and his chest fur matted down like he had just stepped from a shower. I saw him close his eyes and throw his head back and I knew he was about to shoot. Sean let out a loud growl and shoved in hard as his cock twitched and pulsed, replenishing my seed that he had forced out. I watched Louis fuck back a few times on Sean’s cock while he got filled with sperm. Once Sean had emptied all of his seed into Louis, he pulled out and fell back on the floor. Louis, too, backed away from Tom and rolled on to his back on to the rug. I could tell that Tom was eager to fuck Louis but I wasn’t sure if Louis could handle any more quite yet. Tom was determined, though, and he crawled over to Louis and lifted his legs to Tom’s shoulders. The long rod slid easily into Louis’ stretched out pussy and Tom was quickly all the way in. Louis let out a loud sigh and then said “Fuck, I can’t believe I took it all.” Tom smiled and began to rock his hips, each stroke getting longer. His fuck wasn’t nearly as intense as Sean’s, but I knew Tom was probably pretty close from all of the sucking that Louis had done and didn’t want to shoot right away. Louis was moaning more than he had for the first two fucks except when Tom would jab all the way in and the moan was replaced with a pain-tinged grunt. Tom fucked a lot longer than I expected him to, but after twenty minutes or so he sped up and then unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside Louis’ hole. He gave one last thrust and his balls gave up their last bit of cum. Tom pulled out and laid down on the rug between Louis and Sean. I looked down from my spot on the couch and decided I too should be down there. I laid next to Louis and the four of us rolled together, enjoying the feeling of our four bodies close together. I leaned in and kissed Louis deep and asked “Did you have fun?” “Holy fuck, yeah. My ass is going to be sore for days though” Louis replied. We all chuckled, knowing he was right. The four of us laid there, fondling each other and I said to Louis “Damn, we forgot to get you off too.” He let out a loud laugh and said “I shot three times tonight. You’re gonna have to clean this carpet, Tom.”

i love foley, especially the idea of a Top inserting a cath in me to empty me, then connecting a cath that He has inserted into His full bladder, or maybe one of these condom caths, and Him pissing my bladder full of His piss, then clamping the tube so i hold His piss in my bladder. i also think it would be hot to have a Top with a catheter in and He inserts the other end of the of the tube into my hole instead of connecting it to a bag.... like i become His foley bag. i think a hollow butt plug could be fashioned to hold it all in, or an inflatable enema plug.

Part Two “I don’t feel like doing all the work so I’m gonna let you beg for the mere opportunity to serve me.” I gaped at him briefly, then sheepishly, almost embarrassed, I slid off the couch and crawled across the filthy floor to his feet. I bowed my head low between his spread legs, eyes cast down but spine straight with core engaged, hoping he would interpret this body language as submissive yet proud. “Please sir. Please allow me to worship you however it pleases you. Please. I beg you for the opportunity to be used as your personal slave, servant, holes, whatever, however…just please allow me to…please, sir, please use this pathetic faggot in any way you like, you are the reason I exist, sir.” He sat there for a moment, absorbing my desperate declaration of servitude. I couldn’t see his face but out of my peripheral I could tell his cock definitely twitched a few times. He laughs, a deep belly laugh that slowly makes its way up to a smug chuckle. “Well fuck me running. I just got myself my very own faggot. Kinda feels like winning the lottery except .... He chuckles again to himself as he leans forward so his mass is towering over me, my head still bowed low between his legs at his feet, marveling at the amount of shards in his carpet...because...meth. He sparks his torch and takes a long luxurious rip off his bong, my kunt twitches. He exhales a massive cloud that seems to envelop me completely. I close my eyes. SMACK “Pay attention faggot, always. You live to serve men right? Well you live to serve me now and my servants are always on point, if you’re good enough I may even really get you on point. But first things first. Let’s see how well you do with this.” He leans back in his massive club chair, more masculine than ever before, slouches and spreads his legs so his fucking gym shorts ride up freeing a beautiful 6” half-mast cut cock and two huge, shaved, low hanging balls from the leg of the shorts. The world around me, and my place in it cease to exist; only this man and his manhood remain. I rapidly experience the perfect Pavlovian response: eyes dilate, mouth salivates, adrenaline pumps, attention focuses laser-like on his crotch and before I can even realize it’s going to happen, I whimper.... A pathetic, hungry little bitch kind of whimper that I’m betting he’s never heard any woman make when he whips it out. Quietly, almost under his breath, “Fuck. Yes. Faggot...this is,” he says, pulling the crotch of his shorts more to the side, showcasing his swelling cock and balls with his big knuckled hands, “your destiny. I need you to...no, you WILL worship me because that’s what you do. Prove yourself, cock sucker and take both my cock and balls down your throat without crushing my balls or cheese grating my cock. I don’t care if you can breath or not, prove your skill and worthiness.” I whimper again and move up towards his cock, opening my mouth almost drooling on his chair. “Hold up,” his massive palm squarely grips my entire face, “smoke this first.” He hands the freshly packed bong down me and I sit up on my haunches. Surprisingly, he puts the bong to my mouth and lights it for me. “Suck this bong like your gonna suck the last dick of your life.” I inhale slowly and deeply. He keeps the heat on the bowl and I don’t want to be rude and let his shit burn so I keep sucking, faster now until my lungs are maxed and burning….my head spins, heart pounds, my cock strains out copious precum. He hands me the bong as I finish my rip and as I start to exhale, before I can even flinch, he jams four of his fingers into my mouth, two from the left on bottom and two from the right on top. I look up at him confused until I feel him applying pressure. “I bet I won’t have to stretch your face as much I do with my other bitches but I always warm up the kunt I’m about to fuck, get it nice and wide and wet so it can take all of me without trouble.” Then, not gently, he pulls my jaws in opposite directions, stretching my mouth open past its natural limit. He uses his remaining fingers to massage my tongue and tease my throat making me salivate even more. He spits directly down my throat. My eyes water. After a few delicious minutes of this, he pulls his fingers out of my panting gape, wipes them in my hair, takes the bong back and growls one simple command, “Worship.” #wip I’m as crazed, pathetic, high, lost, found, and dickmatized as I’ve ever been (and I know it) so I relish the moment as long as I am able. Leaning down, putting my face into his beautiful cock and massive balls, I inhale deeply. It’s better than poppers. Another whimper. Then I lick the underside of his balls, first one, than the other, teasing his flesh as I work around to the front. He moans out a guttural “fuuuuck.” Encouraged, I greedily suck his entire sack into my mouth trying to swallow them whole. My tongue works the base of his cock and his taint while I suck all the sweat/man smell I can get, lewdly slobbering everywhere, being who and what I am. In a natural pause, “take another rip faggot,” putting the freshly loaded bong to my mouth. Another brutally long and deep inhale. Finally he pulls the bong away and puts his massive hand over my mouth and nose, sets the bong down with his other hand and then grabs the back of my head and pulls me down to his cock, now fully 8.5” hard. “I don’t want to see any smoke until my pubes are up your nose.” Again, I involuntarily whimper. The huge rush has my esophagus opened wide ready to gulp oxygen and feed my amped up system. He has other plans. Hands on the back of my head he guides my mouth on to his cock. In one fail swoop I slurp his delicious veiny-smooth dick of death right down my throat, blasting what smoke was left in my lungs out of my nose into his pubes as ordered. My reward was him groaning and grabbing the back of my head with both hands, I inhale as much as I can preparing for whats coming. Throat relaxed, his hands grip tighter as he starts to fuck my face kunt like a teenager in heat. “Ho. Ly. Fuck” he said between thrusts. “I guess I’ve never had the pleasure of a real cock sucker before. And you’re not even fighting back! Fuck!” I seize the moment to maneuver one, then both balls into my mouth with my tongue. I was in heaven, face kunt completely full, owned by a fat cock and balls, molding my mouth kunt to his liking. “Fuck you faggot!” He groans and just looses his shit pounding his new kunt. Knowing one wrong move could cause either of us unpleasant injury, I do my best to relax and breath when I can. The pounding continues and I lose track of time, sort of how one does on a long train ride, hypnotized by the rhythm of the tracks. Except this was an extremely cloudy and aggressive ride, precisely the kind of ride I was born for. My neck is aching, I am sweating, and my jaw is getting sore. But these are all normal for a passionate cock sucker and trivial compared to the multiple “fag-gasms” my face kunt experiences thanks to his glorious cock. I can feel him getting harder, straining against the curve of my throat. Still in his two handed strong hold, he yanks my head backwards, mid fuck. I am immediately crestfallen and fearful I’ve hurt him some how. He laughs when he sees this written all over my slimy red face. “Don’t worry faggot, you’ll get a whole lot more of this cock, you didn’t have anywhere to be right?” Not that he was really asking me but I reaffirm my submission by panting a response. “Faggot is exactly where it needs to be, sir.” ## Part 2 He hands me his bong and a sack of rocks, “Pack that bowl and don’t stop sucking clouds till I say so.” As I numbly fumble with the obscenely full baggie, he gets up and dead bolts the front door. He turns around as I spark the bowl and his shorts fall to the ground. My eyes inhale his full glory as my lungs fill with smoke. He‘s one of those who look better naked: bigger, proportionate, powerful, manly. Somewhere in my brain I know this perception is altered because I’m on my knees and high as fuck, the faggot vying for full control, pathetically shivering with a need to serve, to be used unyieldingly. I’ve consciously surrendered my will and body to him, I'm hoping the drugs will hasten my subconscious in the same direction. The faggot cuts off my analytical thinking and I'm praying like a whore in church that he extracts every twisted ounce of pleasure his superior man psyche desires. My cock is twitching with the pangs of my faggoty needs... and I crack. Though I know I shouldn't speak the words come tumbling out. "Please sir, please.... fffucking faggot...chemed up whore kunt....begs you, begging-need to be used-to serve-just please, fuck, fucking, fuck use your faggots holes...anything I’ll do anything-for you-hard....without restraint...(I’m now in a full grovel at his feet, arms stretching forward toward him, knees spread wide with my back arching my kunt up, jerking with hunger).., I'll take-eat-suck anything you allow me to have, please, fuck, fucking break your filthy faggot....*whimper* make me yours I beg..." SMACK "SHUT THE FUCK UP. I DONT NEED TO HEAR YOUR VOICE EVER AGAIN UNLESS I ASK FOR IT! You got that, faggot?" I shoot precum when he says this. I look up into his eyes with a mixture of premature devotion, submission, and pleading then bend all the way down and kiss his feet. "Damn fucking straight. You really are a pathetic excuse for a man, fuck you AREN'T a man. You're just a tool in a man's body for Men to use....oh shit. Now I see...understand what you are and where you fit...” he laughs to himself, shrugs and with a sadistic smile continues, “...and I give zero fucks about you, what you want, or that you're even a human. Fuck, you're less than human. You're just faggot. Holes." A thought flashes across his face and I swear his cock jumps. "Fuck, why not, might as well make it real clear." He gets up and disappears into the kitchen for a minute. I dare not move, still face down ass up on the floor, whimpering. Then his feet suddenly in front of me, "Look at me, faggot." As ordered I look up and he grabs my face with his massive fucking hands pulling it just so. "I always like to label what's mine,” he says, leaning in gesturing with the fat marker he grabbed from the kitchen around my face. I respond by involuntarily oozing more precum onto his carpet. He flips the cap off with his thumb and makes the first strokes. “Especially around tweakers, that way if they fuck with my shit there’s no excuses.” With that he uses the industrial strength marker and writes across my face, from ear to ear, in big, thick, heavy letters, F A G. Smirking, he spits in my faces back hands me, yells for me to turn around and present him my checks which I enthusiastically do and he writes some more across my two cheeks. Whatever marker he is using is serious shit because the smell is worse than any popper I've had and my skin is burning. It hurts so good. He finishes marking his property and then two commands, "Bong. Cock." My eyes snap to his massive glass dick, and then his massive cock as I hand the bong up to him and gulp all of my reason for living down my throat in one go. He moans in to the bong as he melts the freshly added crystals and sucks a long and slow milky rip, expertly nursing the bong. "Look at me fag, suck in through you nose." Even with his cock buried 8" down my throat I can still breath around it when I relax. He exhales a mesmerizing, undulating cloud down his fuzzy chest, ripped abs, treasure trail, right into my face. I see my future in that cloud. As it slowly oozes towards me I feel the last vestiges of resistance start to fade. I no longer see myself as a semi-professional man functioning in society….I see a faggot, born to worship and be of service to men, at the mercy of their whims, only fulfilled when owned and being used for their pleasure. I deeply breath in his cloud, it gives me life and renewed purpose. Submitting, surrendering, relaxing, the remaining inch of so of his cock slides in my throat and I bury my nose in his fragrant pubes. I have one loud resonating thought….”home.” His cock pulses to a new level of hardness, my relaxed face kunt gladly bending to its will. He must see or sense my surrender. He leans down, blowing another massive fucking cloud into my face. “Are you my faggot, faggot?” he asks genuinely. I look up, sheer pathetic pleading and gratitude smeared all over my face and nod and whimper. He sneers, flexes his cock, and sparks the torch for another rip. “That was whole lot easier than I thought it was going to be.” This comment barely registers in my brain as his freshcloud, his will envelopes me more thoroughly than before. Then, surprisingly, he grabs my head pulling his cock a few inches out and pushes a bottle of poppers hard against my nostril while expertly closing the other. The thought registers for a micro second that this is not the first time he’s done this...and the next millisecond I’m instinctively, purposefully huffing the bottle numerous times. “Damn! I guess you like these then, huh faggot? They’re like a faggot superfood....now show me how just how desperate you are to be my property and suck that cock like it owns you...” The poppers are good. “Oh shit, really good!” I think. My world is buzzing and spinning almost too intensely for a moment and I sit back on my haunches and take a few, crazy eyed lungfuls of air. He must understand what is going on because he doesn’t reprimand me for taking his cock out of my mouth. Rolling his eyes, he hands me the bong already filled with smoke. I hungrily suck it down while melting another fat rip, filling my lungs to their max and holding it. I hand him back the bong, grab the poppers and take two quick whiffs, my eyes focused intensely on his fat, veined up, swollen headed, dripping 8.5”. In one fluid motion as the popper rush comes on, I lean in and lewdly slurp his cock down my open and eager throat, briefly glancing up at him for his approval. He flashes that sneer I’ve already started to crave. Dismissively, his eyes close and head falls back, his hands firmly grip his new face kunt as I suck his balls into my mouth, my nose bottoming out in his pubes. He starts to fuck. I cease to exist as I know myself. My awareness of the world around me fades and I am no longer an autonomous individual...the cock filling my throat, stretching, digging out it’s new property is my everything. A deep visceral sigh/moan washes over me as I completely surrender to the drugs, the faggot, his cock, him...him and his needs are my entire universe...his penultimate hole for use, unyielding.

Part 3 My last night in Berlin was the best! I went to Scheune which is becoming a new favorite of mine. After buying a beer and checking my coat, I headed downstairs to the play area. I knew I wanted to be an exhibitionist and get as many loads as possible, so I headed over to the sling area. Next to the sling, there was a wall with a grid of metal over it. I started to undress taking off my jeans while holding onto the metal. There was a heavyset German guy who was watching me while rubbing the bulge in his pants. From the look he was giving me I knew he wanted some ass and to unload. He had that look of hunger. I turned to make sure that he would have a clear view of my ass and my jockstrap while I stripped off the remainder of my clothes. He moved closer to me so I pulled out his dick and was stroking the stubby thickness of it. He put a hand on my ass and started rubbing and squeezing it while fingering my hole. I leaned forward. In the meantime a few other guys have been attracted to the action and were standing behind him in a semi circle. Between the crowd and my available ass, this guy didn’t need any more prompting. He bent me over and thrust his dick dick inside of me. It felt so good to know that I was being used in front of this crowd of men. He shoved and grunted with an urgency to unload. It didn’t take him long but once he was done immediately a member of the audience jumped on my ass and took his place. For the next half hour all of the 6-8 guys in the semi circle took their turns in my hole. Each one unloaded in me till they were all spent and I was left standing while cum dripped down my leg out of my hole. I felt like such a well used cumdump. It was incredibly satisfying and I was grateful for all of their loads.

Part 2 The remainder of my time at CDL was spent with the younger top who insisted on using a condom. Because he was so handsome I obliged and felt some fulfillment when after he fucked me, he took off the condom and stroked his thick meaty dick to unload right on my hole. With cum dripping off of my hole and down my leg, I walked around CDL for one last time as the small crowd seem to be disappearing. I got roughly shoved into one of the cubbies where an older masculine top pushed me over and thrust into me. He didn’t seem to care whether I would accommodate him but just took what he needed. He instinctively sensed that I was a cum dump and treated my hole accordingly. He grabbed my shoulders while fucking my hole in a circular motion. He thrust hard against my hole’s walls and I knew that his goal was to unload in me as quickly as possible. He switched to deep dicking me and slamming into my hole balls deep. With a growl he thrust even harder and unloaded as deep in me as he possibly could. He left it there for a minute and then as he pulled out, he pushed me off of him. By the time I had gotten my balance back, he was gone. I was left with the smell of his sweat and cum and the overwhelming sense of his masculinity and superiority over me. Shaken, I walked back to the hotel. I jerked off thinking about his treatment of me; feeling that I had been “just a hole” and knowing that this made me want to submit even more.

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Just curious how many cumdumps shave their holes or go natural? For me, I haven't shaved my hole in a long time.

I was visiting a mid west town and stumbled into a small college gay bar. Not much going on but I did see a few cute young boys drinking it up. That's where I noticed him. A young and tight looking boy maybe 21 drinking it up with his buddies. I saw him break off and walk to the bathroom so I followed. I could tell walking behind him he was drunk and was hiding a nice ass in his jeans! I pulled up to the urinal next to him and whipped out my semi hard 8 inch cock with a massive head and just left it hanging out as I pissed. Then he looked over at it and looked up and saw me sniffing some kola. He said what's that? I told him Kola, He said "no shit. Never done it before." I turned facing him with my cock and asked want some? He said sure how much. I told him was from out of town and looking for a place to crash we could party and hang out. He said Yeah, His drunk body not thinking of what he just committed to. We walked out he said goodbye to his friends and we drove back to his apartment on campus. He said he lived alone cause his roommate always stayed with his girlfriend. So I knew this was going to be a good night. We got to his place and we sat on the sofa, I asked for a drink so as he got up I set up some lines - mine with kola his with kola and meth. I blew my lines and he did both of his. Eager, cause for a first time he took a lot. Within minutes I could tell his mind was spent and rolling on the alcohol and drugs. So I offered another line. He eagerly said sure and sniffed down two more long trails of sex dust! We started to talk about sex. He had only been with two guys, and he had only topped. I knew I wanted it and moved in, I started kissing and undressing him seducing his fucked up mind with my body. He began to slurp on my cock with enjoyment. I let him slurp as I knew his mind would even weaken more. He started to really relax and then I knew he was there for the taking, I pulled off his clothes revealing a young smooth body with a nice pale cock. He laid back smiling up at me as I moved in licked his cock and began to eat his hole. He moaned and whimpered as I danced my tongue over his tender hole. Tight and smooth I could smell its innocence. I then came up leaving my dripping cock in his crack as I started to kiss him. I paused and looked into his eyes and asked you like that? Yes he whimpered. My cock head found his hole and pressed into it, I looked him in his eyes and said I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to slid my cock into you're your hard body. He said okay and closed his eyes. I told him to leave them open. And I looked deep into his sole as I pushed my cock hard into his sweet hole. My dick forged a path through his muscle and deep into his body until I could feel my balls slap his ass. I looked into his eyes and told how nice he felt, how warm and hungry his ass was. He smiled. His brain obviously on overload. I smiled at him and kissed him the told how my cock felt, hard, swollen. I looked into his eyes and told him how I was going to fuck his ass and convert it. How my poz cum was going to flow into his body. His eyes just looked up at mine and he smiled. I was in heaven. I started pumping his ass hard and with furry. I smiled at him and asked if he wanted it, he smiled back and said yes, yes yes. It was hot, I was telling this boy over and over how I was going to poz his hole, convert his ass... He was so fucked up I don't think he thought much about it - he just loved how it felt and laid there and smiled. I love boys in this state. I told him here it comes baby to prepare for a big poz load to poison his hole. My cock began to poor out creamy viral cum deep into his ass. The whole time the boy smiling and asking for it. I fucked that boy 6 times that night each time giving him a new load of my jizz. After I was done the boy passed out on the bed, spent and used and now pozz. I looked around his place and gathered up some kewl clothes he had, and some tommy undies, and cleaned out his wallet and left.

This is the first time I've posted in this section but I've wanted to tell this story for a long time. I've fucked bareback for many years now and have done so at various times in my life even when the safe sex message was really strong and it seemed like condoms were everywhere. I can honestly say I've never actively chased though. I enjoyed fucking and being fucked without a condom and of course I knew that some of the guys who fucked me and deposited their seed in me must be positive - but I didn't ever want to know. It didn't turn me on to know that I was taking a positive load or a negative load - what turned me on was not knowing. When I went home with a load of cum in my arse it was the knowledge that I might have been infected that turned me on the most. I've always been viewed as someone who is considered and measured and someone who makes sound judgements - both at work and in my personal life. When it comes to sex I totally get off on taking risks and always have. This happened a number of years ago when I had travelled up to Scotland to attend a friend's civil partnership ceremony, The ceremony was taking place in a country hotel just outside Glasgow and we were all staying over at the hotel. It was an amazing venue and I was looking forward to seeing all my friends and to enjoying the day. I was also very horny - I had been working hard for a while and had not had much time for play. I have always found weddings and civil partnerships good opportunities to hook up and I was hoping that I would be lucky this time. Although I am more of a top than a bottom, there are times when I just want to be fucked and fucked hard and this was one of them. I knew that only a good, hard bareback fuck would satisfy me. I met up with some of my friends and we had a few drinks before the ceremony. After the ceremony we all had a few more drinks and I was beginning to really enjoy myself. We had some time before the meal and as my eye began to wander round the room I noticed a good looking black guy standing with a group near the bar. He had a really fit body and when I went up to the bar to get some more drinks I couldn't help noticing that he had an even fitter arse. Just then he looked my way and smiled and I quickly looked away. I was fairly sure that he knew I had been checking out his arse and I got the impression that he didn't mind. After the meal I went to the toilet and when I went in there he was standing at the urinal taking a piss. He was standing back from the urinal and checking his phone with one hand while holding what looked like a massive cock in his other hand. He grinned at me as I took my place next to him and began to take a much needed piss. I couldn't help looking at his cock and he was not making any effort to hide it. When we had both finished and washed out hands at the sink he grinned at me. I grinned back and we both left the toilet. As we got outside he introduced himself and asked me if I fancied getting a drink. I had the feeling it was game on..... His name was Darren and as we chatted I found him really easy to get on with and found we had a lot in common. After a while our conversation became a bit more suggestive and then quite explicit and I was getting more and more turned on. He asked me if I was staying over and I said I was. He grinned and then to my disappointment he said it was a pity he wasn't staying over too. It turned out that he had to be back in London for work early the next morning and was flying back down on the last flight of the evening. I was really gutted but then he checked his watch and said we have at least an hour before the evening guests arrive - why don't we spend it having some fun. He had told me he had a partner but he had also made it clear that he was up for it and I had made it equally clear that I wanted him to fuck me. I finished my drink and motioned him to follow me. "Wait." he said. "There's something I have to tell you." I looked at him. "I don't like using condoms." he said. I grinned. "That's ok," I said "Neither do I." He was looking more serious now. "There's something else," he said. "I'm HIV positive." "Oh," I said "And I'm not on any meds." "Oh" I said again. "So you'd be taking a pretty big risk." He looked at me. I had been in this situation before and I knew that I could easily make an excuse and not take this any further but I knew I didn't want to do that. In fact I was even more turned on and I felt like I was going to cum in my pants at the thought of Darren fucking me and and pumping a big load of toxic cum into me. "I don't care." I said He asked me if I was sure and I nodded. I was sure. He grinned and seconds later we were making our way to the lift. The lift was empty and as soon as the doors closed he pulled me towards him and kissed me. I could feel his big cock pressing against me and it was all I could do to stop myself pulling my pants down letting him fuck me right there in the lift. Soon we were in my room and he was standing in front of me. I unzipped his smart trousers and pulled them down along with his smart designer underpants. His cocks was not yet fully hard but already I could see that it was massive. I took it into my mouth and he sighed as I began to suck his cock. I sucked him for a while and them moved down to lick his big balls. Soon we were both naked on the bed and I was down sucking his cock again. I motioned to him to turn over so that I could lick his arse and he knelt up on the bed for me. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my tongue up his hairy arse. I licked him a while and then took his cock into my mouth again. I reached into the pouch of my holdall and took out some lube. "Fuck me!" I said. I knelt up on the bed - lubed and ready for him. I felt the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. " Are you sure you want this?" he asked as he pushed his cock slowly but surely up my arse. "Fuck yeah" I moaned "Do it!" He pushed his cock right up me, gave me a moment to get used to it, and the began to fuck. I was so turned on it was hard to stop myself from cumming as Darren began to fuck me. I can honestly say it was one of the best fucks I had ever had - I had rarely had such a big cock up me and I moaned for him to fuck me harder. He was fucking me hard and fast now and just as I was thinking it couldn't get any better he pulled out and motioned to me to get on my back. I l lay down on my back and raised my legs in the air as he pushed his big cock back up me and began to fuck again. I was urging him on now, moaning for him to fuck me and load me up and I knew he was getting close. As he fucked me I played with his big balls, knowing that they were full of toxic cum and that any minute now he was going to shoot it right into me. I thought back over all the years I had practised safe sex, using condoms on every occasion and never taking any chances. I thought back to how strictly I had been brought up and wondered what my friends who were so concerned about safe sex would say if they could see me on my back with my legs in the air begging for a positive load...... He was getting closer now - his breathing was getting heavier and he was fucking me even harder. "I'm close....." he panted, "Do you want it?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned "Do it....fucking do it" "I'm going to cum in your arse," he moaned "I'm going to do it.......I'm going to fucking poz you!" "Do it!" I moaned again "Fucking do it....Poz me......Knock me up!" I felt his toxic cum pumping into me and at the same moment I shot a massive load of cum all over myself. It felt like neither of us was ever going to stop cumming. When he had pulled out I took his cock into my mouth and licked it clean. I wanted every bit of cum he had to offer. I laid on the bed as Darren got up and as I heard him noisily taking a piss in the toilet I reflected on what I had just done. I knew I had wanted it and I knew I couldn't rule out doing something like this again. I had another drink with Darren and then I joined my friends for the evening. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had a big load of toxic cum in my arse. The thought kept me turned on all evening and after a while I excused myself and went to the toilet. I went into a cubicle and pulled my trousers and pants down. Even though I had cum heavily just a couple of hours before, I wanked myself off to another shattering climax, turned on by the feeling of a big toxic load deep in my arse. I had crossed another line.

You're right. I've held some really good Breed & Seed parties at the Motel 6 on Trop and the Travelodge that is behind it. The important thing for a successful Vegas party is to have direct access to your room. I like motels with parking right at your door. It's easy for locals to drive right to you and for tourists to take Uber right to your door. They don't have the hassle of navigating through a giant Strip Casino, don't have to pay for parking and it's quick and easy In and Out. Plus, no security at the elevators that they have to try to get around. I've used Wild Wild West on Tropicana. Across the freeway from New York New York. It's great. But not in an area you want to walk around. I've also used Alexis Suites across from the Hard Rock Hotel. Very nice and comfortable, large rooms and suites. I've hosted there several times for some really successful fuck parties. Have fun!

The clock was nearing midnight when we walked out of Tom’s place. Louis seemed to be in a hurry to get to the train and was twenty feet in front of me. Even on the dark street I could see the wet spot on the back of his jeans. I knew he would find himself really popular standing on the train platform in boystown reeking of cum. I hailed a cab and knew Sean was probably going back to the bar until last call. I sent a message on Friday asking Louis if he wanted to go riding again, but he replied that his ass still hurt from Wednesday night. I replied “Sorry” and got a reply seconds later “Don’t be. I loved it. hope we can do it again.” I smiled, having heard the same thing from Tom and Sean. It ended up raining on Saturday anyway, so my plans to go out and visit the farmer got washed away. On Sunday I got a text “can u talk?” I replied “yeah” and paused the porn that was playing on the TV when my phone started to ring. Louis: “Hi” Me: “Hey, stud” Louis: “I had a really fun time on Wednesday. I can’t stop thinking about it.” Me: “Cool. How’s your hole feel?” Louis: chuckled “Almost back to normal” Me: “Good. You made it home ok, then?” Louis: “oh fuck. That was a crazy trip home. I had one older guy hitting on me before I got to the station. He offered me $200 so he could taste the loads in my ass. It didn’t stop when I was waiting for the train, either. Some guys slapped my ass, some made comments.” Me: “Hope they weren’t too rude” Louis: “Oh god no. Most were envious, one guy called me a sexy cumdump another a hot motherfucker” Me: “Nice. No one tried to fuck you then” Louis: “Nah, one guy slid his hand down the back of my jeans and fingered my hole before pulling it out and sucking his finger clean. He was really hot but it didn’t go any further. He just said ’Thanks’ and walked away since the train was arriving” Me: “Be careful. Some guys will try and take advantage of you” Louis: “I know. He was really cool though. He gave me his number on the train” Me: “You gonna call him?” Louis: “Yeah, I think so” Me: “Mmmm, just be careful and don’t go any further than you want to” Louis: “Yes, dad” and then he broke out laughing Louis: “Anyway, the thing I wanted to talk to you about was the bar we went to” Me: “Yeah? What about it?” Louis: “Some of the guys in there were wearing a lot of leather” Me: “It’s a gay leather bar. The dress code says you should be in some leather, but if there’s no event going on, jeans are ok. It depends if the bartender thinks you’re hot or not” Louis: “Oh, ok. Where do you find that kind of stuff? I looked online but I couldn’t really find anything” Me: “There are some places online I can send you, but it’s better if you support the locals and get it online only if you can’t find what you like around here” Louis: “There’s stores like that?” Me: Laughingly I said “Oh yeah. You want to go shopping?” Louis: “Uh… You mean today?” Me: “Sure, why not. I’ll text you the address. Meet there in an hour, OK?” Louis: “OK” I washed my face and got the cum out of my beard from Saturday night’s hookups and dressed in boots, jeans, a tee and put some leather wristbands on. I headed over there, but Louis was a few minutes late and found me standing on the sidewalk leaning against the building. “I never spend much time around this part of town. There’s some cool places around here” Louis said. “Yeah there are. You need to spend more time with your queer brethren. Follow me” I said as we walked into the shop. The door chimed with an old fashioned bell and I could sense Louis was looking around. I stopped and he walked into the back of me, staring off to the side where some mannequins showed some of Josef’s handiwork. “Sorry” he said. “Don’t worry. Look around. That section has cheap imported crap for the tourists and posers, the rest of the store has things he makes by hand or gets from other craftsmen. You pay more but it supports locals and will last a lot longer” I said. I left him to wander around and went to the counter to talk to Josef. “Hi Josef, how are you doing?” I said. “Good, Ryan. And yourself?” Josef replied in English that had just the slightest German accent to it. Josef had taken over the shop when the previous owner retired. He was just as talented as the old owner and quickly became a part of the community. Josef was in his late 30s. blond haired and blue eyed, a little over six foot tall with short hair and a trimmed beard. His chest, abs and lower body were covered in fine blond fur and he had a nice plump seven inch cock between his legs. He was quiet and polite until the clothes came off. “Very good. My friend was interested in getting some leather gear so I brought him in to look around. Other than his Harley biker jacket and boots, he doesn’t have any leather” I responded. “Ahh, good. A boy like that would look amazing with a proper outfit. Have him come over and he can try a few things on” Josef said as he walked from behind the counter over to a rack. He pulled out a couple harnesses and then grabbed some chaps from another rack. “Louis, come over here. Josef wants you to try a few things on” I called out. Louis came over and was standing at the back of the store in front of Josef and I. “Strip, boy” Josef said. Louis looked back at me with a worried look on his face. I looked back at him, smiled and nodded. Once he saw my approval, Louis pulled off his t-shirt. He didn’t do it like most guys would - just yanking it over his head, it was slow and sensuous and if I hadn’t known him I would have thought he was a male stripper. He laid the shirt over the rack and then pushed one boot off and then bent over, pulling the second one off, too. Louis unbuckled the heavy leather belt, unbuttoned his jeans and then slowly unzipped them. Louis pushed his jeans down and then tugged them off, laying them on top of his tee. I was about to pull out my wallet and stuff a couple bills into his black jockstrap and then remembered that we weren’t at a strip club. I looked over and Josef was licking his lips and rubbing the bulge in his leather pants. Louis stood up straight and said “Yes, sir?” I knew that Josef originally just wanted Louis stripped down to try on some chaps and a few harnesses, but this had suddenly taken an erotic twist. “Josef?” I asked, trying to break him out of his daze. “Sorry. Uh… Please try these on first” Josef said handing Louis a pair of assless leather chaps. “These are made of a softer leather that is good for show. I have others that are heavier and more protective if you want a pair for riding” Josef explained. Louis slid the pair on and buckled them up. Josef walked around Louis, examining the fit. He cupped Louis’ butt cheek and checked the opening around his ass. I couldn’t tell whether he was admiring the firm, hairy ass or actually checking how the chaps fit around his butt. Josef moved around his body, never letting his hands off of Louis’ flesh.

wow i need a doc like this as you just know its going to be good

How many of you think the same way as I do ? The idea of breeding , and seeding poz juices into someone bleeding is a Huge Turn On ! Doing it on purpose - even Stealth - getting High / Party - the animal inside me comes out ! Gang Banging - seeing blood smears on dicks - poppers of Big , Huge , Dicks - smoking or tina booty bumps - making the receiver becoming a whore or slut - bring on the videos !

An update on progress. Weight is down to 64.5 kilos/140 lbs. Beginning to develop that wasted poz skinhead bottom look I crave.

"Refreshed passion" is something i experienced too. For me, i genuinely believed that being gay was wrong and something to be overcome. i hated myself every time i cheated, and hated the lies to cover it even more. i became scrupulously honest in other ways as a way of distorted compensation. Cheating and lying made me feel invisible. Conversely, i believed being straight was what i was supposed to be. Cheating sex with guys was a relief of affirmation of who i am, it wasn't just wanting to get off, it was my only acknowledgement of being gay. Once i had been with a guy, it sort of relieved the need to be, freeing me up to do something i wasn't really suited for (topping a woman). After i divorced, i dated a few women, thinking i might be Bi since i'd been able to perform with a woman for so many years while married. i've had several chances to be with women since divorcing , but never have. my former wife is the only woman i have ever been with... turns out, i'm gay lol. A feeling i did have while dating women after i divorced was that sex with them would have been cheating on my former wife.

Guy who was in town for a marathon yesterday hit me up on Grindr. Went over to hotel around midnight and stayed until around 6:00. He was hung as fuck and used my hole like there is no tomorrow. Went home with 4 loads of sperm in me, and a very sore ass. Thankfully no one saw me come home as I was likely doing an obvious walk of shame.

2019 my goal is... take 100, share 125 current count 1/23/19  11 loads taken  14 loads given On Monday I went to Steamworks for Anonymous Monday, I took my hood a caught 4 loads. One was a soda can dick that definitely knew how to pound a butt. I gave 2 loads. I’ve had a busy weekend breeding a few travelers in the area. UPDATE: 5/5/19 I went to Cumunion at Steamworks Seattle tonight. I took 2 loads putting me at 27 loads ytd. (One of the guys was THICK...I still feel him this morning) i gave 3 loads hitting a total of 50 holes I’ve bred this year. Its only spring!

Part 7 I led my slave deep into the bushes. I liked this park, I knew it well. Cops knew what went on here, but looked the other way. In fact, I've seen a cop in here a couple of times participating in the fun. I liked to bring Cory here sometimes, especially after he had been used really hard. These are men who can't afford to pay for sex usually, although the park attracted all kinds. I led my new property along a trail. I could see men in the darkness, watching. Many of them had fucked Cory mutiple times, and I could tell they were excited about fresh meat. I approached my favourite spot and ordered my slave to strip. He was hesitant, until I raised my hand, then he was naked in a flash. I grabbed his neck and pushed him against a tree as I leaned into his ear. "Get this through your head now slave. I own you and you will do what your told. You will not refuse any cock that wants to use you. If you do, I swear to God I will crush your nuts with a hammer. Now, on your hands and knees!" The boy complied as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a little baggie. I found a nice sized shard and quickly shoved it in the boys ass. He moaned as the burning sensation took over him. I stepped into the bushes to sit and smoke while I watched. Very soon a man approached. No words were exchanged. He just dropped his pants and knelt behind the boy. He shoved a hard, six inch cock into the little whore and started pumping. The boy just groaned. It didn't take long for the man to lose his load into the willing cunt. Over the next four hours, many different men used the boy. Most fucked him, but some used his mouth too. And to his credit, he didn't put up any resistance. Finally, the sun started to come up and the park emptied out. I had counted 14 men who used the boy. Not bad for a first night. But it was time to go. And I needed to pick up Cory. I dragged the boy behind me up the stairs to Andre's apartment. Jamal let us in, eyeing my new toy. Cory was in the corner, staring at ceiling. He turned his glassy eyes toward us, but didn't react. "Whose this?" Andre wanted to know." "My new whore. Picked this trash up last night, decided I need another slut. I'm getting tired of Cory." "Well you sure can pick em. He's pretty." "Yeah, almost a shame what his future holds for him." "What's his name?" "I don't know." I laughed. "Never asked him. What's your name boy?" "James." He replied meekly. "Well James, meet my son." I said pointing to Cory. "That's your future. A drugged up fucked out whore. Get over here." I said to Cory. The boy crawled over to us. "On your back! Mouth open!" Cory obeyed. I moved James and made him squat over Cory's mouth. "Now push out that cum! Feed my son. Make him swallow all these loads you took. All these loads from strange men. Strange men who fucked you and bred you. This is your life now!" I could see James pushing his stomach muscles as he squeezed out the cum. A brownish slimy goo dripped from his abused hole into the waiting mouth beneath him. When he finished, I pushed him onto his back. Cory instinctively moved in position over James. James was hesitant to open his mouth, but he saw my raised hand and quickly complied. Cory let go of his bowels, releasing a huge load of cum from his gaping hole. I pushed Cory down so he was sitting on James' face. James started to eat Cory's hole, feasting on the cummy mess. I smiled, knowing James would be just as big of a pig as Cory. Andre knelt down and lifted my new whore's legs in the air. He placed his p.a. right against the swollen hole beneath him. Taking a deep breath, he rammed his huge black snake right into the boy. James screamed in pain. This was the biggest cock he'd taken so far. Andre showed no mercy as he pounded the cunt, creating some fresh redness. I lifted up my son and told him to fuck my new whore's mouth. I wanted to see him suck my son. Cory put his pierced cock into James' mouth and James started sucking. Cory couldn't get hard, cause he was so tweaked out, but I knew he could cum. I leaned down into James' ear. "Suck that cock bitch. You know what your sucking? Cory is a lowdown piece of worthless shit. He's so worthless, his own daddy made him a diseased, lowlife cumdump. And you're sucking his dick. That makes you more than worthless. You're such a piece of shit scum. You're the dog shit on the bottom of my shoe. And this is your new life, because I decided it. And you will live and serve me only as long as it pleases me." Andre blasted his load deep into the young boy beneath him. He quickly pulled out and Jamal moved in. James barely made a sound as he was ripped still further open. Cory started shaking, and I knew he was pouring his cum into my new whore's mouth. James sucked it down like a thirsty slut. Jamal pulled out and grabbed the new slut, pushing him against the wall. He lifted James' legs up, and slammed his monster into the boy. James went limp and just bounced up and down as Jamal fucked with all the force he could muster. He pounded the cunt for 15 minutes before he shot his own load into the brutalized guts of young James. He pulled out and James just dropped to the floor, cum oozing out onto the floor. I just looked at Cory, and he crawled over to the boy and licked up the cum that had dripped out onto the floor, then burried his face into the leaking cunt, and ate the rest out of him. I smiled at my sluts, knowing I now had two compliant whore's. I left with a fresh supply of T, and two fucked up and used whore's. I couldn't wait to start selling James. I promised Andre however that he could have James next weekend. I dragged my whore's out and went home.

Part 2 That's all it took, they all stripped n had him on the floor naked shoving shards into his cock starved virgin hole as he attacked every dick he could get his lips on like hed been doing it all his life. Moaning like a whore in heat humping the hand fingering his fuckhole full of slut making shards. Man if he wasnt so fking tight I'd swear hes done it before. Jim said. Yeah u love ur boypussy getting fingered huh faggot? Yeah ur definately a fag, look at ur hungry mouth slurping those big dicks! You a dirty lil cockwhore cumdump queer boy neal? Mmmmmm God! Aaaaaaa yes sir! I knew I was cus I've always wanted dick, God I need it pounding my cockstarved fuck hole, please take my cherry! Pound my faggot ass! Jim jumped in position, put his legs on his shoulders n rubbed his cock up n down the fags hungry fuckhole. Yeah u lil tease, uve been teasing our cocks all day now we're gonna make you the biggest slut in town, u love that dont ha faggot? Omg yes! Tear my fuckhole up n feed n breed my slutty lil fuckholes! And just like that jim rammed his 8" dick balls deep in the lil starved fuckboys ass n took his cherry.

6. I opened Scruff and Grindr before I was on the side walk again. Sir sent me a text telling me to make an account on BBRT as well, which I did as soon as I got home. I scrolled sending messages to any man I thought might have a big cock or listed themselves as a top. I hit up the daddy from the day before and then, naked except for my jock, I lay on my bed waiting. Scruff chirped first. A guy I had never talked to before had responded to my Woof. He was young, with a cute roundish face and a short-trimmed beard. He looked adorable if I was honest. I hoped that he had a darker side than his young face betrayed. “Hey there hot stuff,” his message read. “What’s up sexy?” I resonded. “Not much. Horny.” “FUCK! Me too.” “You lookin to get fucked?” “Fuck yes, come breed my hole.” “You want my raw cock?” “Yes! Deep in my cunt.” “Oh fuck yes!” He sent a picture of his hard cock. It was dark and uncut, erupting from a bush of thick black pubes. He looked like a 1970s porn star and I loved it. I sent him my address. “I’ll be waiting for you ass up.” “Nice, I love a horny slut.” “Then you’ll love my hole ;)” “Yeah? Got a nice slutty cunt?” “Already loose and full of cum.” “Oh fuck yes! You ready now?” “Absolutely.” “On my way.” I didn’t bother getting dressed, I just lay on my bed pushing the plug in and out of my hole, in nothing but my jock. Maybe ten minutes later the buzzer rang and I let my next top in. Just before he knocked on the door I popped the plug from my hole and set it on the night stand. My hole felt massive and I could feel the air inside me for a moment. He knocked and I opened the door wide for him, revealing my caged cock straining against the pouch of the jock. He growled and pushed me inside, closing the door and pulling me into a kiss in one swift movement. He was a great kisser but that wasn’t why he was here; his hands had drifted to my shoulders and he pushed me to my knees. I undid his jeans and was happy to find he wasn’t wearing underwear. I pulled his already hard cock from his pants and swallowed it. His foreskin slid back on the head as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. He kicked his shoes off, and pulled his shirt over his head. I looked up into his warm face. He had an alright body, what turned me on the most was his wide nipples, one of which was pierced, and his wide spread dark chest hair. I pulled his pants the rest of the way down and he stepped out of them without removing his cock from my mouth. Now naked he pulled me to my feet and dragged me into the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed, I fell onto my back and my legs shot into the air. He got between my legs and made to rub my cock through the jock. His hand stopped when he felt the cage not a hard cock. A smile played across his face as he pulled the pouch of the jock to the side. “You are a fucking slut. You do this to yourself, or did someone lock you up?” “My,” I hesitated for a moment and then said with confidence, “My Sir locked me up.” “Fuck yes. Im gonna breed your cunt good pig. You like it when I call you pig and slut don’t you?” “Yes!” “Good. Now show me that pussy.” I pulled my knees to my chest and showed him my loose hole. “Fuck! Look at that swollen fucking cunt! Jesus.” He bent down and started licking at my ruined hole. His tongue slipped easily into my slit, lapping at all the cum that had been dumped inside of me over the past 24 hours. Slowly he added a finger, and then another, and then another. He rotated them around pulling at my already slack hole. “Shit as much as I want to work this loose cunt till it swallows my fucking fist I have to get to class soon.” “Come back after class,” I’d never even thought about having a fist inside of me before but now that he’d said it I wanted him to shove his hand inside me so bad, “I’ll be taking loads all day. Sir’s orders.” “Hell yes pig. I may just have to do that.” “But right now you should fill me up and add your load to Sir’s.” “Oh, you want my cock,” he said slapping his cock against my hole. “Yes Sir!” “Good,” he slammed his cock into me. I let out a long moan as he bottomed out. He took his time, starting out nice and slow and building up to hammering my hole as hard as he could. Sweat dripped down both of us. I knew that I stank of sex but he seemed to like it, occasionally licking my chest and pits as he pounded me. I was shouting, whimpering, and groaning as he dicked me down. “Breed me, please, breed me,” I begged. “You want my load?” “Yes!” “You want me to breed this hole?” “Yes!” “Then take my load you fucking slut!” He slammed into me so hard that he fell on top of me, our chests pressed together as he unloaded deep in my hole. He shuddered and lay on me for a long moment as his cock twitched in my guts. I wrapped my legs around him pulling him close and kissed him. “Jesus. That was amazing.” “Yes, it was.” “I wish I could spend all day using this hole,” he kissed me again, “but I have to get to class.” He pulled slowly out of my hole, careful not to let any cum spill out. “I’ll message you when I’m done. See if I can’t get my fist in you later.” “Yes, please!”

I was 21 and had been doing a lot of pnp for the last year. When The fuck flu hit me it was so bad they put me in the hospital I was there for 4 days my body weight went from 120 to 100. It took me a month to feel normal again. The one nice thing about newly poz I had raging hard dick and wanted to fuck.

So... finally!... the conclusion: ---- PART 6: REVELATIONS — Ryan: Sunday Evening — The Bird of Prey was packed this evening, the mass of bodies pushing Ryan closer to Carl. He didn’t mind. The room was hot but this man… well, he was even hotter. Carl leaned again the wall and pulled Ryan’s shoulders against his chest. His lips tasted the sweat on Ryan’s neck. And his cock, held tight in his jeans, felt like a steel bar against Ryan’s ass. He knew what Carl wanted. And he wanted it just as much. But… Carl hand reached around and started unfastening Ryan’s jeans. Ryan tilted his head back, hoping to be heard over the crowd. “You are HIV negative, right.” There was a pause. “I never said I was negative, boy.” Just loud enough for Ryan to hear over the crowd. Ryan’s heart almost stopped. He turned around quickly to face the other man. “But you said… Carl leaned forward so Ryan could hear him. “We can’t hear each other here. Come back to my place and we can talk there.” The twink nodded and let Carl steer him out of the club. — Ryan: 30 Minutes later — “Ok. I get that I could have asked it better. But you must have known what I meant.” They were sitting on Carl’s sofa. Ryan felt sick to his stomach but, strangely, Carl’s arm around his shoulder made him feel better. “Of course. But I also knew you needed help to be the slut you were born to be. So I helped.” “But… “ “Shhhh.” Carl’s finger found Ryan’s lips. “See the problem here is you are letting the prejudices of your background influence your thinking. Tell me: did it feel good to be in a bar of horny men and having them use you? Cum in you?” “But… “ Ryan started to argue but the look in Carl’s eyes quieted him down. He sighed. “Yes. It felt good. I felt free.” “Because, deep down, you know what you are. What you are born to be.” “A slut.” Ryan whispered. “A slut.” Carl agreed. “A cum dump. And that means that, sooner or later, you are going to get the bug. Again, I’m just helping things along.” Ryan said nothing. Carl’s big arm felt so good around his shoulder. He could smell the faint hint of sweat coming from the man’s armpit. It smelt so good. He just wanted to bury his face in there and lick in clean. He had to admit that he had felt so good in the nightclub. It HAD felt SO right. And, really, hadn’t he already made his decision that night? He looked down at Carl’s crotch. Hard. Waiting. Ready. He reached out his hand to rest against that bulge. “So, are you going to let me fuck your ass again? With this big, black cock? With this POZ cock?” “Yes.” Ryan’s fingers began working the black man’s zipper. Freeing his cock. “Yes what, boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good boy.” — Jared: Monday Morning — Jared groaned as he woke. Every night, more dreams. Sucking. Getting Fucked. Begging for more. Back in the park toilet, or with Hal, or with Ryan, or with one of his professors, or some guy he had seen around campus. Every morning: waking with his white briefs filled with cum from his wet dreams. He hadn’t actually been back to the toilets since that one night. It was a sin. He wanted — needed — to confess, repeat, and be morally clean. But the dreams were so intense. So amazing… He climbed out of bed walked into the bathroom, pulling down and discarding his underwear as he went. With a contented sigh he let out his morning pee… … ow! Burning. Discomfort. He glanced down. The head of his penis was covered in some sort of fluid. Kind of yellow. 
No. No. No. No! NO! He had been so good for so long. It couldn’t be. One indiscretion he told himself. Just one. It wasn’t fair! He couldn’t have an STI. Couldn’t. — Jared: Wednesday Afternoon — Jared slouched on the examination room chair. He had known what they were going to tell him. A quick internet search had confirmed his fears. But it was confirmed: both gonorrhoea and chlamydia. And they wanted him to come back in a month or so for an HIV test. Strangely, all he could think about was hoping no one had seen him come in to this clinic either to get tested on Monday afternoon or back in today for results. If anyone he knew saw him here… well… he would just die. “So. You know there are questions we have to ask.” The young man across the table said with a patient and understanding half-smile. “Do you know where you may have been exposed and contracted the infection? Particularly sex without a condom.” Jared’s face flushed red. “Yes. Last Tuesday. I met someone… well. Not met. I was… um. I didn’t plan on it. Didn’t mean it to happen.” “It’s ok. Relax. Infections like these are very common in people your age. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.” The other man paused. “Last Tuesday you say? Well. Technically that is within the window for the result to show up. But only barely. Any other sexual partners before then?” “No. Only. …” Jared scowled. “There was one other guy. He was my first.” “We need to have him come in for testing as well. It sounds like it didn’t end well. If you want, we can give you a card to mail to him to let him know.” The thought of contacting Hal made Jared want to retch. No. He wouldn’t be doing that. — Friday evening — “… and this is Carl.” When Ryan had said he wanted to introduce him to “the man in his life”, Jared had not been sure what to expect. But, whatever Jared expected, it wasn’t Carl. He noticed the little details about Carl first: older — probably almost 30 — the beard, the muscular build, the chocolate skin. The second thing, almost immediately behind the first was the feeling of a quiet and assured authority in the way he carried himself. Like someone who was used to being obeyed. Jared admitted to himself that he felt a bit intimidated. “It’s nice to meet you.” He managed to say. Intimidating or not, Carl’s smile was friendly and genuine. “Great to meet you too. Ryan has told me a lot about you.” “Some of it good, I hope.” “Some of it good, yeah. Although…” Carl paused. “… he said you are still a virgin? And that you don’t drink? We may have to revoke your gay card if that’s true.” He said it with such a straight face that, for just a moment, Jared thought Carl was genuinely disappointed. Then they all laughed. “Well…. maybe not so much of a virgin anymore.” Ryan’s mouth dropped open. “What? Spill the gossip. What have you been hiding from me.” “I met a guy, one thing led to another.” Ryan looked like he was about to ask a million questions. “I’ll tell you about it some other time.” Jared said quickly. “It didn’t end well and I don’t want tonight to be about that.” Carl’s hand rested on his shoulder. “Men are pigs. All of us. Don’t let the assholes get you down. And, in the meanwhile, congratulations on getting to keep your gay card.” They all laughed again and Jared felt relieved that it was out in the open. — Jared: Six Weeks Later — Jared felt a bit sick when he walked back to the waiting room. The clinic wasn’t as busy today, the day he and Ryan had both come in for their HIV tests. They had called Ryan in first. He had been called in a few minutes later. Then, the wait. They had called Ryan back in for results first. Jared had been called in before Ryan returned. Ryan was there now, waiting for him. He looked a little pale but Jared couldn’t see the same fear in his friend’s eyes that he himself felt. Ryan looked up as he approached. Their eyes met. Understanding. Acceptance. No words were needed, but Ryan spoke anyway: “You too, huh?” Jared nodded. “Welcome to the club, I guess. Let’s go get a coffee and then I need to call Sir and tell him the news.” “I still don’t understand your relationship.” Jared whispered as they left. “But I’m a bit jealous of it right now.” “You’ve always been jealous.” Ryan whispered back with a quiet laugh. Yeah. Jared thought to himself. But now I’m not jealous of Carl getting you. I’m jealous of you having Carl. — Jared: That evening — It was dark now. The sun had gone down a couple hours again and Jared was still walking. He just didn’t feel like going home yet. Ryan hadn’t wanted to leave him but Jared had insisted. He just need time to think things through. No, he assured his friend, he wasn’t going to hurt himself. Yes, he had promised, he would call in the morning. Now what? That was the question he kept coming back to. He hadn’t been to Church in a month. He kept finding reasons not to go. Excuses really. He knew them for what they were. He should go back this Sunday he told himself. He missed the stability the Church had always provided but it seemed distant to him now. But he he hadn’t had sex again either. He wanted it. He dreamt about it. But he abstained. Part of repentance was not repeating the sin. So no more sex. Not since that night. In the park. The park. He looked around. He was in the park now. And there. Just ahead. The little building with the park toilet. His wandering feet had brought him here. Of all places. He should go. Go home and pray. But he didn’t. He opened the door and walked into the men’s toilet. The room smelled like man sex. Sweat. Cum. He filled his lungs with the heavy air like a drug. He entered the stall, locked it, and sat down on the toilet. He was just thinking, he told himself. This was a quiet place. As good as any. But there was the glory hole. He stared at it like he was looking into the maw of hell. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there when someone else came in. They tried his stall and then entered the one next to it. He could see them, or at least the shadow of them, through the hole. He knew what was coming. There was no question about what the other man would do. Only about what he would do in return. And, yes, there it was. A cock coming through the hole. It was big and a bush of ginger pubic hair surrounded it. He could even make out a scorpion tattoo on the hip. Probably POZ then. Like him. His brain still struggled. And argued. But his body knew what to do. He had, after all, done this once before. He unfastened his jeans, let them fall. Pushed his underwear down. Turned his ass to the hole. Leaning forward to get the angle right. Rubbing his spit on his hole and on the cock. And, as he had done weeks ago, backing up onto this stranger’s cock. Letting it push inside him. The faceless stranger moaned in the next cubicle. “Fuck yeah, fag. Give me that ass.” Jared moaned back his own wordless reply. But words didn’t matter. He had made his decision about who and what he was. About what came next in his life. And he had no regrets.

So here is a revised/updated part one followed by part two. I have no idea where to take it after part two, suggestions welcome! Thanks for yalls patience.. Part One, Updated. I’ll just get right down to it, cuz that’s what we’re here for right? So my meth dealer is fucking sexy/sleazy/I’d fuck him when I’m sober/I drool over him when high kind of confident macho bro that knows it. I’d guess he’s right around 40 but his demeanor and look is younger, as if he’s not maturing past his early 30s. He works out plenty, and while he's definitely always high, he handles his drug well, so well that he’s made it a part of his swagger. This ups his sex appeal 10 fold for party faggot’s like myself. Now, he’s definitely straight because he always has these hungry, territorial bitches hangin on him when I come to pick up. But, like most straight guys who know they're hot, hung, and have an inflated ego (false or otherwise) he teases the fags shamelessly. Whores for attention, and I’m a sucker for an attention whore. It’s Friday afternoon and I am over at his place to pick up for some weekend plans I have brewing. I know he’s horny and in a mood because he is shirtless and wearing these navy blue gym shorts (why is it always gym shorts?) that he sags, showing off some nice furry crack and obviously no underwear. I’ve seen these shorts numerous times but it dawns on me just now that if he didn’t sag them so much they’d only fall to about mid thigh, peculiarly short for such a bro. In any case, his fat cock with its generous mushroom head flops visibly around in them when he saunters towards me, his muscled ass stretching the worn navy nylon in the back, and a few holes show hairy flesh beneath. Without fail, he always manages to bend over or squat at least once each visit in locations that are blatant appeals to my obvious faggot desires. Sure, he knows that I know that he knows that I’d get on my knees and beg for it if he allowed me the opportunity. What he doesn’t know are all the diverse, well practiced and extreme ways he could extract pleasure from me. It is this knowledge, this skilled and indecorous depravity that allows me to barely maintain my confidence around him. I was sure that if given the chance and motivation I could blow his mind by getting him to blow his load in 3 minutes or less, changing his life forever. The fucker sure gives me a run for my money though... He knows I don’t use consistently and that whenever I come to reload that I’ve been sober at least a week if not more. Over time I’ve noticed that he always watches me real close when I take those first few bong rips he offers me. It’s the look of curiosity, disgust, and arrogance on his face observing me transform from composed business-casual gay to sweaty, needy, chemwhore in 60 seconds flat. I just can't help it. That bitch Tina immediately hijacks my brain, silencing any self control, dignity or hesitations and ignites an insatiable hunger, a pathetic need from my true self… My eyes (and my kunt) dilate, my cock twitches, and I salivate from both holes and my cock all at once. Unconsciously I rub my inner thigh and readjust my cum swollen balls and swelling cock. I know that I'm staring at him, at his muscles as he flexes his arms ripping the bong, the size of his hands, and then my eyes following the massive cloud he blows purposely down onto his crotch. The perfectly timed twitch of his cock through the swirling smoke, a trap I immediately realize when he snickers and my eyes snap to his leering back at me. Without breaking eye contact he leans forward, legs spreading wider (those fucking gym shorts!) and passes me the bong. “Here ya go man, best shit I’ve had in a while. Been making me wicked horny all day. Take a couple good rips off that while I weigh you out.” I don’t even hesitate or don’t break eye contact till he smiles and looks away to go about our transaction. Torch clicks, crystal melts, chamber fills and I suck that bong like the glass cock it is. He watches me exhale a thick cloud even bigger than his and whistles. I’m already power lunging my 3rd rip when he eases back into his chair, folding his beefy arms behind his buzzed sandy blonde head and exposing some ripe pits. He slouches more, legs spreading further, crotch pushing forward even more clearly framing his swollen dick print and huge balls. He continues leering while I suppress a whimper as I exhale... even more slowly this time, letting the smoke ooze from my mouth while meeting his domineering gaze. At this point I don't really care that he's smirking down at me, in fact it does exactly what it’s meant to: makes me want him, to submit to hum, helplessly falling deeper into his well practiced thrall. Now, as an unwavering, no reciprocation necessary, worshiper-of-cock kind of cocksucker, I have no problem dropping to my knees and servicing any man who knows how to put my grateful holes to good use but in my experience (or my assumptions) not many straight men really know about us faggots and/or just aren't interested. This guy though? I’d bet my left nut he knows exactly what to do with me. I pass the bong back to him and it’s then I realize there’s no one else in the house for once...just him and those fucking gym shorts with that big old dick print snaking down his thigh and some ripe fucking pits. Usually, I come in, give him cash, smoke a few hits and then leave, but this time he has invited me in, sat me on his couch across from him and is casually getting me twisted bong high. “So Cassandra thinks you’re a faggot” he states, Cassandra must be one of the territorial bitches I’ve seen on hanging around on occasion. “She says ‘your kind‘ occasionally come into her club, closeted fags… they’re still trying to play it straight in front of their bro friends but they’re awkward, never make eye contact with her or the other girls, never want lap dances and are always eager to tip big and leave early. Any dude who acts like that at a strip club sounds like a fag to me. You ever had that experience?” He more insinuates than asks. I finish my rip and clear the oversized chamber, holding it in for a second and respond while exhaling. “No actually, I embraced my faggotry at a young age so I never had to ‘fake it.’” The word faggotry comes out in a big swirl of smoke I aim right at him. “I knew what I needed but it wasn’t until I was on my knees in front of a man for the first time when I was fourteen that I understood my purpose in life.” I pause for a moment to let that gratuitous over-share linger in the smokey haze around us. “More often I’m the fag those bros call when they leave your friend’s club. All horned up, buzzed, and looking to use a hungry hole or two that will gratefully service them with out all the emotional bullshit their women make them go through.” Hell, if he thought he would catch me off guard and shame me into…whatever he had in mind, he thought wrong. My unapologetic response shocked him for a moment as he coughed and sputtered out his cloud before recovering his cool. He looked at me dead on checking to make sure I wasn’t bullshitting him, and then smiled. “So after Cassandra told me this, I did a little research. You ever been on Tumblr? Had never even heard of it but goddamn the shit on there opened my eyes real wide. Only had to search two key words I felt described you pretty well: chem faggot. I admit I had no idea…no idea this was even a thing.” He blatantly adjusts his cock which is obviously swelling now. “What really got me going is the realization that faggots exist to worship and service men like me and I bet you’ll do whatever the fuck I want.” The fact that this last part was a statement and not a question made me quiver and I averted my eyes naturally down towards his feet. He picked up on this right away, passed me back the bong and said, “Finish that faggot. I knew you were a homo but this? You’re fucked. I can tell you’re about to loose your shit just being in my presence and today is your lucky fucking day. And for what I have in mind, I want you all ready to go. Then you can show me if you faggots are worth a real man’s time. I never hit a bong so deep. At least four massive back to back rips till the bowl was emptied. The room was hazy with not only smoke, but the unmistakable scent of man: musk and a bit of after shave all electrified with the sparks of domination and submission.

PART SEVEN "Bend over and show me that hole", Peter instructed Robert, and he obediently did as he was told, getting up on all fours, and turning around, grabbing his own buttocks and spreading them, displaying his sweet, pink, swollen ass lips to Peter. He turned to Peter and asked "So, what do you think?" "Definitely a boy-pussy now, huh?" Said Peter. "Fuuuuck.... look at that...." he exclaimed, as a stream of cum started leaking out of Robert as he stretched his hole open with his fingers, trying hard to show off for this new man, like a good bitch should. "Lemme have a taste...." Peter sighed with some lust in his voice, kneeling down and putting his face right into the lad's tender cheeks, savoring the flavour of Robert's freshly violated special spot, running his tongue all over, kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking Robert's sweet hole, the young man now purring like a kitten at this attention he was getting, and whimpering and moaning with pleasure. Peter's tongue was gentle, warm and moist, and he knew what he was doing. He would flatten out his tongue and run it from Robert's scrotum to his anus, and then with more pressure, flick the tip of his tongue over the rim, increasing in pace, and then inserting it into his hole, massaging it and sucking it with his lips and tongue, as best he could, while also trying to suck and felch out any remaining cum. Robert's body was breaking out in goosebumps and shivers at how good it felt being rimmed by this man. He simply didn't want it to end, and started becoming erect again, and dripping pre-cum all over the floor. "Dirty little fag", Andre chuckled, now seated in the corner, gently stroking his cock and watching the action unfold in front of him. "You like that, don't ya? Mmmmmm". Peter stopped rimming, and picked Robert up by putting his hands under his armpits, and told him to bend over and touch his toes. Robert obeyed, now wanting what he could at least guess what was coming. "You want this cock, boy?" Peter asked, in a dominant tone. "Yes, please, sir." Replied Robert. "But.... sir, you know I've never been fucked by a guy with a dick as big as yours.... I don't know if I can take it." Peter held a single finger to his lips and simply said "Shhhh." Then chuckled, turning around and grabbing his underwear, he wiped his ass with them and with his cock in his other hand, unleashed a torrent of piss all over them, soaking them as best he could. He returned to Robert, and grabbing his hair with one hand, he yanked his head back, and commanded "Open your mouth, slut". Robert was a tad shocked, but felt turned on that Peter had known to treat him in a similar fashion to how Andre had just before. He opened his mouth and Peter stuffed his piss soaked undies into his mouth. "Stay here, and keep those in your mouth. Take them out only when I say, and if you break this rule, there will be punishment". Robert tried to reply "Yes, sir". But if got muffled by the wet, stinking cloth in his mouth. It tasted bitter and kind of salty, but he knew it was a product of a man's penis and bladder, and that turned him on immensely. He began to suck out the piss, as Peter turned around, put his pants back on, and went back into the store for a couple of minutes. He returned with a roll of special bondage tape, which they sold in the store, and approached Robert, wrapping the tape around his mouth with the underwear in it. "There, that should do the trick". Peter said, proud of his own handiwork. "Fuck... you crack me up, you dirty bastard...." Andre said, with a bit of a laugh. Peter chuckled, taking his pants off, and positioned himself behind the hunched over Robert, caressing his ass, and holding his erect monster of a cock in one hand, started directing his member towards the entrance of Robert's flesh tunnel. He pushed with a small amount of force, and Robert could feel his anal opening, sore and swollen, reacting to the pressure. He winced, but Peter kept pressing in, slow, steady pressure against the hole he was now fully intent on wrecking with his ass-destroyer. Robert's hole started to relax and give way, and Peter, starting to feel his cock head press inside, by the time he got the head fully in, he rammed it home, almost knocking Robert over with the force of his brutal thrust. "Aaaaah! Mmmmmm" Robert tried to cry out, but his cries were so muted by the underwear in his mouth, and soon enough, Andre had approached, clutching the bottle of poppers. He offered it to Robert, holding it against one nostril at a time, while pinching the other closed for him. After a few deep puffs of the little brown bottle, Robert's head began to spin slightly, and he could feel his ass relaxing around the invading weapon. It began to feel amazing, and as Peter felt the ass around his cock, he said "Yeah, that's it. Open that hole for me." Grabbing Robert's hips, he began pistoning his massive penis inside the lad's distended hole, more and more athletically with each stroke. They both started sighing and breathing heavily, and Robert began getting vocal, but not being able to accent words, resorting to lots of pleasured moans and whimpers. "Fuuuuck, that's nice." Said Peter, "You've got a great hole, here. Feels good with that cum inside, too. Nice and sloppy". He began thrusting really hard and violently, and suddenly, he pushed in and held his cock in Robert's ass, balls deep. Robert moaned as he felt Peter's cock throbbing and twitching, as it seemingly vibrated against the lining of his ass, he could feel the guy's cock spurting his cum deep in his guts. Peter laid over the young man, holding his chest and breathing heavy and slow, taking deep breaths. They were drenched in sweat and stale piss, and the room had a faint odor of sex, piss, sweat and cum. Peter got up, told Robert to stand back up, and removed the tape from his face, and took the soaked undies out of Robert's mouth, then grabbed the guy and they kissed passionately, Peter only stopping to compliment Robert on his piggish, slutty behaviour and the flavour of piss on his breath and tongue. "You're a good fuck, dude. If you want to, we could exchange phone numbers and maybe hook up another time. It kind of goes against store policy for me to interact with punters, but this can be our little secret, what do ya say?" Peter asked Robert.

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2. I sat at home an hour, naked, my cock dripping, the butt plug still deep in my hole. I couldn’t focus. I kept rocking on my couch moving the butt plug around in my hole, feeling it stretch in different directions and pull at my well used ring. It felt good, but not as good as Sir’s cock had felt, and a little voice inside my head started to wonder if I could wait till Sir was done with work. Maybe Sir was right, maybe I did need fucked again right now. Some part of me still couldn’t really believe I was doing it, but I pulled up Scruff and started looking for someone who looked like he had a big cock and would use me like Sir had. I started to scroll, and looked anew at some of the guys who had said they weren’t into “just a blow job.” With my new need to be fucked a whole new set of guys were available to me. I had one in mind really from the start if I am honest. A 45 year old Daddy, a little on the heavier side, with hard furry pecs. He also sent me pictures of his monstrously thick cock. Every time he messaged me he said he wanted to pound my hole and I’d always put him off. But not today. I sent him a quick hello and scrolled through more guys while I waited. It didn’t take long for him to rely. “Hey! How are you today?” “I’m good. Kinda horny,” I lied. I was dying I was so horny. “Same. Although I’ve told you before I’m not into the blow job only scene.” “Well that’s good,” I replied, “'cause I want you to fuck me.” “Oh yeah? What changed your mind?” I thought for a long moment and then decided to answer truthfully, “I just too my first raw cock and honestly I’m horny as fuck for more.” “Fuck! How long ago?” “Like a few hours ago.” “Oh shit! His load still in you?” “Yeah. It's being held in by a butt plug.” “Fuck yes! You want me to add to that cummy hole?” “Yes Sir! Come over and breed me.” I sent him my address. “Be there in 15. Leave the plug in but be naked. I don’t have a lot of time today so I want that hole ready.” “I’m already naked. Come and get it,” was my response. He said nothing else, and my heart was pounding for the eleven minutes it took him to get to my place. I buzzed up the Daddy and then waited by the door for him, my hole clenched tight around the plug wedged in me. When he knocked I flung the door open, forgetting for a second that I was naked. “Good boy,” he said pushing inside. He closed the door behind him and pulled off his shirt. My cock dripped with anticipation as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He hadn’t bothered to wear underwear and his cock was already half hard. Without having to be told what to do I dropped to my knees and swallowed his thick mushroom head. His cock wasn’t as big as Sir’s but it was thick and I knew it would feel amazing slamming in and out of my wet hole. The Daddy was clearly only interested in having me suck him just long enough to get him completely hard, because as soon as his cock was at full attention he pushed me off and said “Bend over the couch kid.” I jumped up off my knees and rushed over to the couch in my living room. I knelt on the seats and bent over the back, exposing my plugged hole to him. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. That’s fucking hot boy. Be even hotter if that hard little prick of yours was locked up in a cage. Show everyone what a good bottom slut you are.” He started to pull on the plug, first tugging it back against my ring and then pushing it back inside. I groaned, and he laughed. “You love feeling this plug in your cunt boy?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “I bet you’ll love my cock even more then,” and suddenly he pulled the plug from my hole with a wet pop. I gasped, I felt cold air hit my hole and knew that I was gaping open from being stretched for so long. Then warm spit hit my hole followed by the unmistakable head of a cock. I pushed back against his cock, willing it inside of me. I was in no mood to be teased. I wanted that dick and I wanted it right now. The Daddy quickly obliged and grabbing my hips, slammed his cock all the way inside me. With a grunt he began to slam into me. A wet squishing sound seemed to echo around me as he drilled my wet hole. I knew this wasn’t going to be a long fuck. This man intended to rut my hole, this man who’s name I also did not know, was going to breed me. His right hand left my hip and entwined itself in my hair, pulling me up and forcing my back to arch deeper. He slammed harder and harder. Finally, with something like a roar he pushed my face down into the couch and rutted his cock balls deep in my ass, his seed pumping deep into my guts. He held me down until he was finished. He stayed there for a minute till his breath returned to normal. Then he withdrew, roughly shoving the plug back into my hole. I whimpered. “Stay just like that boy. I want to look at that well bred cunt as I leave.” I obeyed and stayed on the couch with my ass in the air until I heard the front door close. It was then that I noticed the puddle of precum on the couch from where my cock had dripped and quickly lapped it up. I was still so fucking horny.

Me my wife know about it it’s more easy like that the only thing she doesn’t like is when I arrive at 2 am she preferred quick hookup

PART 7 Rom and his friend walked in the room and shut the door. I was laying on my back on the bed with my elbows propping me up. It wasn’t exactly bright lights in the tiny room, but it was light enough. I took the new guy in, really really aware he had already been told there wAs a bottom that took it bareback waiting for him. I didn’t get his age, but he was somewhere around 45, give or take a year or two. He had long legs and I guessed he was maybe 6’ 1”, But he was pretty lean. He had a light patch of greying hair on his chest and his face was clean shaven. His mostly grey hair was cut very short. He wore his towel low on his hips. I thought he was hot as hell. Ron spoke up, “Chris this is my friend Steven. Steven meet my sexy young friend Chris. Chris, is Steven your type?” I nodded vigorously. “Steven, did I deliver on my promise of a beautiful young sexy bottom boy?” “ Hell yes you did,” said Steven, adding to me, “it is so nice to meet you sexy boy. Ron here told me this is your first time here? And your first time barebacking?” I nodded. “Well, I understand. Man sex is hot enough, but in a place like this where everyone is so fucking horny ano practically naked and its just us men, so we can have the freedom to explore. Like you explored tonight. I gotta tell you Chris, seeing you there like that, it makes me really want you. It makes me want to fuck you.” Ron had stepped back, making it obvious he was just there to watch. I didn’t care at that point. “I... I think you are really hot too Steven. Do you like to bareback too?” It was at this point that he finally let his towel drop and I got to see his hardening cock for the first time. My eyes were just glued to it, as he slowly gripped it and began to stroke. He was getting hard really fast. And fuck, he was hung. It was perfect. 8. 5 inches with beautiful cut head that topped a thick shaft that had just the slightest most perfect curve. He had trimmed most of the hair away and his balls were shaved. His balls...big round balls, the kind that probably make a lot of cum. His package was magnificent. “It’s so fucking perfect,” I marveled out loud. “I am so glad you like it so much, baby. I’m gonna give you a chance to touch it, and lick it, and suck it... and then it’s going all the inside you. Every. Single. Bit. Is that ok, baby? Is it ok if I fuck you deep?” I am sure I was nodding when I blurted out “I wanna do that all for you just please fuck me bareback.” He looked down at me smiling. “Of course I am gonna fuck you raw Chris.” And then as he leaned into me and i prepared for a kiss, he added, “and I promise you I am not pulling out til all my cum is in that little hole. Is that ok baby?” Looking in his eyes, I nodded. As he leaned in and kissed me hard, I realized very acutely, I had already agreed to lick and suck this strangers cock before letting him fuck my already beaten up hole bareback until he cums inside of me. And I had no idea if he was hiv positive. And I knew it didn’t matter because I would have let him fuck me no matter if he was positive or not. And that totally scared me and totally turned me on. And I knew when this night was over, I was gonna spend a lot of time thinking why I had all of a sudden started hoping the guys I was with had hiv. But right now as my mouth opened and his tongue invaded, I just melted. My cock was like steel and I just wanted him. And I wanted him to be poz. I had to know. As I broke the kiss, I whispered “Steven it’s ok with me if you are, but I just wanted to know.... are you hiv.” He cut me off before I finished. “Yeah sexy. I’m poz. And I know that’s ok with you. I can tell. It’s so sexy. You’re so sexy, that hungry hole. I can’t wait to be inside you.” And i couldn’t wait either.

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Whilst we'ed been talking I heard the front door open a couple of times and footsteps in the changing room and then going up the stairs. I left Sid reading his paper and levered myself off the chair, aware of the cool spunk coating my cheeks. Upstairs, I ignored the sauna as I heard voices in the small TV room off on the other side of the landing. There were three guys there, much older than me watching the TV. One sat in a threadbare sofa on one side and the other two on another sofa on the other side. They were real trolls with sagging tits, spindly legs and old, lined faces. There was a porn movie playing with a couple of twinks fucking in a bedroom. "Nice cock on that lad." Said one as the camera zoomed in to show the heavy cock sliding into an arsehole. "Not bad," Said another. "Got a good technique, too." They could have been discussing football or something for all the casualness in their voices. "Alright matey?" The one on the sofa on his own smiled at me reavealing a mouthful of bad teeth. "Why dontcha sit here?" I sat down beside him, conscious that he smelled of body odour, and noticing his hand tugging idly at his cock had dirty fingernails. The others were watching the porn, wanking each others cocks as they moved on to taliking about some new housing estate being built. "Been before?" Asked the old man next to me. "Nope" I said. "First time. Been here a couple of hours" He cackled. "Yeah and I bet Bill or Sid have been up you by now - they don't hang about!" I blushed and nodded. "Both of them." He interrupted the other two. "Dirty bastards have fucked our friend here already!" They laughed and one of them, with rings through his sagging tits and a paunch hanging over his heavy cock gestured me over. "Let's have a look,then." I stood and went over. He turned me round and I bent forward, allowiing his scaley fingers to spread my cheeks and probe my hole. "He's wet, alright. Carrying a bellyful of dirty spunk, I reckon." The other man next to him was very thin and wasted looking with heavy veins on his arms and legs and a fat erection sticking up from his lap. "I need a fuck," He announced. "Once I get off, I can relax a bit." They pulled me onto the sofa between them, getting me to kneel on the cushions and rest my arms on the backrest. Lube was rubbed roughly over my hole, and then the wasted man got off the sofa and got behind me. Without any warning, he slid his cock into me making me gasp with the size of it, but the lube and spunk in my hole allowed it to slip in easily enough. "That's better," I heard him say as he started to thrust into me. The other two ignored us and began a conversation about the news whllst next to them I was being fucked by this disgusting old man. "Ahhh... " he said to the other two. "That feels better. Just need to empty my balls and then I'll hit the sauna." He hadn't even acknowledged me but now I felt his thrusts becoming urgent. For all he cared, he was fucking a piece of meat just to get off. "Yeah...he gasped. Here it comes!" With that he collapsed on my back, shuddering and grunting in orgasm as he shot his load up my insides. After a while, he got heavily off me, pulling his cock out brutally and said. "Right, see you later" to the other two. Then he left. I just knelt there gasping and embarrassed, spunk now dripping over my balls and onto the cushions. "Look at all that spunk!" Said the one with the tit rings. "Reckon Arthur gave him a bellyful that time!" I looked over at them, my face flushed with lust. The man with the tit rings stood up and held his heavy cock in his hand. "You do know you've been pozzed, dont'cha mate?" I nodded and just knelt here. He grinned and for the first time I saw the dark blotches on his skin and the sores on his lower legs. "Good, So you won't mind another bellyful of poz babies then, will you? With that he got behind me and began to slide his fat cock slowly, deliciously into my rectum. "Hold still, darling and let's see if we can get you pregnant today." He whispered as the other man laughed in the background.

Dad’s Basement Part Twelve I had almost gotten up and left the booth, when the door opened and a older man came in and shut the door. He was average height, with white hair, dressed all in black. He kept his back to me as he locked the booth door. There I sat with my shorts around my ankles. He turned and smiled. That’s when I noticed he was a Priest, a real fucking Priest. “Hello my Son” he said. “Hello Father” “Now what could bring a boy like you to a place like this?” he asked, “tell me honestly” “Looking for cock Father” The Priest shook his head. How could this fucker be judging me, when his ass was in here too. “Son, I think you need to get on your knees and pray.” I don’t know what game he was playing, but I would see how it would go. I stood up, bent over to pull up my shorts. When he stopped me. “Step out of them my Son and kneel” I stepped out of my shorts, and kelt on the dried cum stains on the floor. He stepped forward, his crotch inches from my face. “Close your eyes my Son” he said “and I will begin” I blindly obeyed him. “Heavenly Father, please give this young man guidance in his sinful times. Let him see the wisdom of your oh mighty vessel before him.” As he spoke, he unzipped his pants, reached inside and pullout out his cock and balls. They hung limp against his black pants. “Allow the seed of your being to flow from my Holy shaft, into his waiting challis, filling him with your light as well as the darkened love from Below. Allow the bond between my Holy Massive Shaft to open his challis for more of man’s destructive seed. In POZ cum we pray, Amen.” What the fuck was I hearing. Was this Priest praying about poz cum, cock and ass. “Open your mouth my Son and swallow my shaft” I opened my eyes to see a thick cock sticking straight out of his black pants, I circled my lips around it and started to suck. I slobbered on the cock until it shined and dripped spit on the front of his pants. Reaching under my pits, he pulled me up, turned me around, bent me forward until I faced the glory hole again. Without uttering another word, he rammed his cock balls deep into my hole. Not even waiting he began to fuck my hole, harder and harder. He grabbed my hair to keep me form moving. “Boys fucking never fucking learn. Cock, cock, cock is all they want. I will give them cock until they fucking get fucking over it.” He continued to yell the most vile statements about cock and sex as he pounded my hole. He thrusted all the way in and began to shoot his load. “Take the Unholy cum deep in your pussy, you God damn fucking whore” Then it was over, he quickly pulled out, tucked his cock away and leave. Leaving with with a “I’m sorry” I stood up shaking me head. What the fuck was that about. “I see you met Father Micheal. Man is so confused, but so twisted” Garrett said, “ I should call him and let him and the other Priest in his order gang bang you. I think you would like that. Come with me, let’s walk around” “Okay” I said grabbing my shorts, holding them in a ball in my hand as I left the booth. Fuck I was naked from the waist down and I didn’t care, hell maybe the men would stop me in the public area and fuck me. I was getting a lot of looks as I was standing in front of Garrett, who was back in a corner, he had placed me in front of him - ass out to everyone. “Hot load on your face Matt, give me a lick” Instead of moving closer, I bent forward, sticking my ass out. Garrett’s tongue was licking my face, savoring the cum load. I felt hands rub my ass, as the men walked by. Some stopped and slid fingers in, fingering my hole, coating their fingers with cum and sucking it off. “Hold still” Garrett said to me, hooking his arm around my neck. I felt a cock stabbing at my hole, it would slide in just slightly then pull out, testing the tightness of my hole. I could not believe that someone was doing this out in the public area. I felt more and more of the cock slide in me. My hole gave way with ease after the couple of rough fucks I got. The cock slid in until I felt a belt buckle pressing against my ass. The cold metal only stayed there a moment, then was gone, but seconds later it return. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see men gathering, pulling their cocks out and stroking them. “Afternoon Garrett, this a friend of yours?” “Afternoon Officer Thompson and he is the son of a friend of mine” “Should arrest you two for lewd public acts” “Let’s take it out in trade” “Had your ass many times, Garrett, so this boy’s hole will do this time” I felt him pick up speed, thrusting in and out of my slick hole, at times he would move his hips in circular motions while his cock was pushed in almost the whole way. Then it was back to deep fucking. I moaned wildly as I watch men jacking their cocks next to use. “I am going to shoot” one said. Officer Thompson pulled his cock out until the head was just inside, pulling at the inside of my hole. “Shoot it on my cock and I will drive it in the boy” The man stepped up, aiming his cock at the cop’s exposed shaft and shot. The cum covered the shaft and was driven in, he was pushing deeper and deeper into my hole. More men began to yell they were close and each time they shot, it was on the cop’s cock only to be shoved into my hole. I could not keep count of how many men shot this way. The cop was moaning loudly, Garrett just had a grin on his face, watching me get fucked by his cop friend, and taking all the loads from the voyeuristic men. The cop kept slowly stroking his cock with my cum filled hole, edging it while he allowed all the men to shoot. “Need to finish, got to get back to my beat” He pumped a few times and drove in deep, spilling his cum deep into my hole. I felt his cock jump as his cum coated my inside and mixed with the other men’s loads. “Fucking good pussy, Garrett.” he said. “Maybe you can bring him to Ryan and I’s home so we can use him for a weekend. Think his Daddy would allow that” He slowly pulled his cock out as I squeezed my hole against it. “We would treat him right and send him home with our gifts” he said, “Now clean my cock Garrett” Garrett moved in front of the cop and dropped to his knees. I turned to see the cop for the first. He was ruggedly handsome, slightly muscular build to make his uniform tight. Garrett slurped on his cock, taking the spongy shaft into his mouth. Licking and sucking the cum off it. The cop pulled free of Garrett’s suction, tucked his cock in his pants and left. “Let’s get you home young man, you had an very busy afternoon” I put my shorts on and we left. All the way home I could feel cum leaking from my hole. By the time I got into the house, there was a huge wet spot on the ass of my shorts, and cum was running down my leg. Dad was sitting on the sofa, butt naked. HIs hard cock sticking straight up in the air. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap and tell me all about it Son”

The boy needs to realize that his daddy owns his pussy and can do what ever he pleases with it - private use, public use, group use. The boy will without reservation take all cock his daddy orders him to - hot guys/ugly guys, young guys/old guys, homeless guys, anyone and everyone. The boy will submit as a true no loads refused cumdump. The boy will accept being a urinal and a spittoon and publically submit as a faggot to his daddy. The daddy has responsibilities as well. He knows his faggot boy's pussy aches for cock every second of every day and will find as much cock and sperm for the boy as he can.

I love getting fucked by strangers. A week ago I was at the Baths. After a shower, I left the door open, turned off the light, and lay face down on the mattress with my legs spread. I had only to wait a few minutes until he came in. He fingered my Hole, and, shortly thereafter, replaced them with a good-sized Cockhead. I took a deep hit of my Poppers as he pressed in and whispered, "You want my raw Dick up your Pussy?" "Yeah, Man! Fuck me! Use my Mancunt!" He pounded me hard with quick, powerful strokes, his Death Stick pounding my flaccid Mancunt. I clamped my Ass Muscles about his Toxic Shaft, bringing him to the brink of climax. "Oh yeah, Fuckin' Whore! Want me to breed your Pussy?" "Please, sir. Gimme your Seed! Fill me up!" "FUCK YEAH! HERE CUMS! TAKE MY DEATH SEED!" He spasmed incessantly, filling my Asscunt with his Semen. After he had pumped the last of his Load, he collapsed on top of me. He lay motionless, not moving a muscle. Were it not for his hard Shaft within me, I would have thought he were deceased. Another minute and he began to fuck again. Jesus, he was an impassioned Fucker! After I took a few more deep hits of my Poppers, I wished the ride would never end. Having him in me was great and natural. I couldn't get enough of his FuckMeat! "I'm gonna breed you again! I can't help myself! Tell me you want another Load!" "Yeah, Man, goddamn it! I want EVERYTHING you got to offer." "Then EVERYTHING it shall be!" he exclaimed, thrusting in deeper. "Take my DIRTY SEED!" There it was—all the cards on the table. With all the hints and innuendo, I had no doubt about his Status and didn't give a shit. All that mattered was Cock and his Semen. I figured sooner or later I'd have to pay. Nothing worthwhile cums free. After awhile he pulled out, thanked me, and made his exit. I lay there, exhausted and sated, and fell asleep. When I awoke, there was a note on the floor. I turned up the room lamp to read it and was both fascinated and entranced. "Hi, and thanks again for the meating! “I knocked, but there was no answer, so I slipped this beneath your door. "One thing I forgot to mention. You probably already guessed. Anyway, I better cum clean. "I've had HIV for a while now. Last week the Doc said I’ve got AIDS. He says I may be a day late and a dollar short, since I’ve already used all the common Meds. "So you may want to get tested; and if you test POZ, check your resistance. I'm sorry I didn't around to this earlier; but, frankly, I just needed to fuck. "If, by chance, you want to try it again, I think I can find the time. I’m always here on Wednesdays—same time, same place, same station. Below you’ll find my email address." If you think I was chilled to the bone by such audacity, you don’t know where I’m cumin’ from. Actually I got a hardon. Besides it took plenty of gumption to admit to such a grand deception, and I halfway admired the Man! Again and again I reread his missive. He’d read me right. Carefully, I tucked it in my wallet. I knew I would be there the following Wednesday. The only question was whether to e-mail him before then.