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Part 7...... So, I got home, so many thoughts in my head, what a Fuckin night, what was going on??...How had I allowed so many men to just fuck me?? I was a straight, Pussy loving jock, what had I turned into?, but again I was rock hard and thinking of my Dad in that sling, taking so many cocks up his arse and what about the brown bottles that had weakened my decision making, to letting me bend over? What about Dad, was that him in the darkroom at the side of me? Kissing and holding me? Fingering and licking me??Surely he would not get other men to fuck me?, How would I bring it up with him, maybe he will? Just then Dad came in and said want breakfast Stevie?, no mention of anything, no different, small talk, nothing different at all, except I was rock hard, said he was going to work, he just opened an email said Will was coming over in a few days, Will was Dads brother, tall, hairy, blond hair ginger chest hair he was also an ex rugby player, both my Dad and uncle Will was brilliant Rugby players in the past as was Grandad John, I digress, Dad said Uncle Will staying a few days which confused me as he did not live far away, apparently him and my cousin Robbie who was my age, was needing building work on their home and had no water for a week, so Dad said they could stay, would you mind sharing with Robbie, Stevie, you have a big bed, I mumbled yeah ok.... A few days had gone by; nothing mentioned by Dad about the club, last week, I presumed he did not know about me and it was not him in the Darkroom with me, although the bloke was familiar, anyway, I had tried getting some of the brown bottle stuff to no avail. I was sorting some drawers out for cousin Robbies things in my room at Dads request and came across both my missing black and my white Jockstraps, which was torn of me in the Darkroom,and dad had had the white one on when he was in the sling getting fucked. WTF is going on?? OMG, are these also polaroids of me getting sucked, it looks like that place I was in the other week?? DAD DID KNOW!!!! I went to find him, but at that time,Uncle Will pulled up in his truck and he brought in a few bottles of booze as well. He looked so handsome, jeans, showing a bulge, Polo shirt, he looked awesome. I was still shocked about my findings earlier, I asked where Robbie was? Uncle Will said, he was staying with Grandad and they would both be here later. Dad started pouring the drinks out, and said son you can have one as well to get things warmed up. I was further shocked when Dad went to his brother and gave a hard squeeze of his cock in his pants!! Uncle Will unzipped and pulled out his hairy thick cock. Dad motioned for me to come over to Will and pushed my head down hard to start sucking on my uncles cock. I still have no thought to what was happening, the Jockstraps, the photos, my uncle, my Dad, all this??? I could barely fit uncles cock in my mouth. Uncle grabbed the brown bottle out of his pocket and opened it up, he took a good sniff and gave it to my dad and he also took a whif . He said Steve you like this, I was there in the Sauna and Darkroom with you, side by side we were getting fucked!!!! It was Uncle Will not Dad in there with me. Dad said go ahead Steve, I know it was you all along, The ABS, The Restroom,the helmet, Fucking me after the wedding, btw Uncle filmed that from the wardrobe cameras, I know it all Son. I was playing along. WTF!!!!! I took a whif and they held my nose on one side and then did the other side. I was hot and bending automatically over, what the fuck, and my head was so fucking spinning, Uncle said suck on that cock. I went down on it and wanted his cock now. I was like a slut sucking on his thick meat,then my dad stood next to me and pulled his cock out for me to suck, I was sucking both of them, My Dad, his brother, My Uncle. They were kissing each other and rubbing their hairy chests and pulling on each others nipples and pushing my head back and forth and trying to get both cocks in my mouth. Finally, Uncle said, to my Dad I want to fuck your son, Dad said sure Will, just flip him over and fuck his tight ass. They laid me across the table and dad told me to take another hit of poppers, He lubed up my ass with his tonque while I was sucking my uncle. I was like Dad, pass me the brown bottle, I felt so fucking horny, and with that Uncle Will plunged his dick fully into my ass and buried it deep inside me, OMG, Will told me he had fucked me 3 times that night in the Darkroom and he watched me fuck my own father earlier. Dad was fucking my face and he took another hit off the brown bottle and Uncle pounded my ass so fast, I was being jerked forward, banging my hips on the table, He was telling me what a dirty fucker I was that night, whilst his dick going in and out of my hole. I felt him change pace, he was shooting his load deep in my arse when he did, Dad shot his load across my mouth and splattered onto my chest as well. Then,Dad rubbed it over me and in my mouth, uncle kissed me and Dad licked Uncles cum out of my arse, I heard a noise, Grandad was there with Robbie in the doorway, I did not know what to do or say???. Dad and Uncle Will just looked away from me very sheepishly, as though they were naughty boys, as I was dripping Cum from my mouth and arse. Grandad, bellowed at both his sons angrily, I told you to wait!!!! He reached for his zipper and told Robbie to strip and bend over me....

He had covered his cock with a towel when I walked in, but now he slowly removed it and began rubbing his cock which got stiff and wet. I didn't look at him, but just knelt with my head on my arms, ashamed and yet weirdly excited. "Wh...what's his arse feel like..."I heard him say. "Lovely," growled Arthur. "Hang on, I'm going to cum, then you can slide in" He worked at me for a few minutes, then he sagged onto my back, grunted happily and I felt his cock throb as it spurted. A hand touched my face and turned it. "Timmy." Said grandad matter of factly. "Oh, Timmy.!" I smiled at him and he smiled back. Meanwhile, Arthur slid out of me and sank back into the cushions. "There you go, Jim." He said. "All wet for you, mate." I just stayed in position. Time stood still, then my Grandfather whispered" I've always fancied your arse, but I didn't want to get you pregnant. I guess we don't have to worry about that, do we?" He got off the sofa, and I felt his hands on my hips. Then his fat, stubby erection slid into my hole and up into my rectum. "Oh yeah!" I heard him gasp as he began to thrust into me. "So, are you staying long, Jim" Asked Arthur. "Might go down the pub later." "s..sss..sure. "Said grandad. "Sounds a good idea." I just knelt there as he fucked me. It felt so good, so intimate. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear "I'm going to cum now, Timmy. Do you want me to?" I could only nod, I was so excited at what was going to happen. "Ahhh!" He gave a loud grunt and I felt his cock throbbing and knew his spunk was shooting in me. When he finished, he pulled out and slapped my arse. "This is my grandson, Arthur!" He said. "And you're right, his arse felt great!"

CHAPTER FIVE Through the eyes of Scotty: Dad, Dad, Dad I say for the third time while gently nudging my father to wake up. He’s slept in, finally I get his attention, through his sleepy eyes he looks at me and smiles. Dad you slept in, we have an appointment at the clinic in 45 minutes. The smile grows on his face as he peels the sheets back revealing his massive hard tool, now bouncing as he walks to the bathroom to get ready to take me. While in the car on the way dad asks if I’m nervous, my reply came so easily to me, absolutely not I said to my Dad. I’m so excited for a positive result dad, you have no idea. Dad I’ve been watching Treasure Island Media porn and other kinky bareback porn for many years now, I want nothing more than to be an absolutely perverted, dirty, kinky little poz hole for random seed and Dad you and I will make an amazing raw poz power couple, well that’s what I’m hopeful of Dad. I glanced over at my Dad while he was driving to try and gauge his reaction to what I said. He didn’t reply, but looked to have drifted off for a moment and a delicious smirk started to creep across his face. I knew that was a positive reaction and wondered in that moment what was going through his devious mind. With a little luck it wouldn't take long to find out. I decided to up the ante and asked dad if we would go to a sex club to celebrate tonight if I tested positive. He didn’t hesitate and replied fuck yes son, I’d love to take you, BUT we’d better have a positive outcome, here we go son, we’re here. I jumped out of the car, all excited, ran to dad and cuddled and kissed him in the carpark, saying let’s do this. We walked into the Men’s Sexual Health clinic and waited to be called. I glanced around the room and there were some really hot guys there, Dad noticed me and smiled, tweaking one of my nipples right there in the waiting room. We both laughed so hard. Finally I was called in for my appointment, with Dad waiting in the waiting room. I entered the Doctors room to be greeted by Simon, the Doctor, perhaps in his late 20’s, really handsome, athletic and a real wicked smile. He asked why I was there and after explaining I wanted a HIV test he started to get the testing materials ready. While doing that he asked about my sexual history and said that I should be honest with him, knowing this was my first appointment at the clinic and perhaps not aware that I could be completely upfront in this environment. I explained that I’d had one sexual partner and had recently started to have receptive anal sex with him, bareback and that he’d informed me of his HIV positive status after I’d already taken his cum inside me. Simon asked if I was upset that my Top hadn’t told me about his status before we engaged in sexual intercourse and I said hell no. I explained I love watching bareback porn and knew the risks, but was too turned on by raw fucking and cum that I’d already decided to have sex without condoms and accept that eventually I’d become infected. I noticed Simon’s pants tent as he was preparing the test for me. Sharp sting was the next thing I heard as Simon stated to draw some blood. Walking back to the desk, doing what he needed to do then saying he should have my result shortly and asked if I arrived with anyone for support. I told him my Dad had driven me here and that he knew the purpose of my visit to the clinic. Oh, that’s amazing Simon said. With a smirk on his face, then he looked me directly in the eye and asked if the person that fucked HIV positive cum into me was my father. I froze, I didn’t know how to respond, knowing he’d already told me to be brutally honest I simply said yes, but asked how he knew. He laughed saying look out the window, I have a perfect view of the carpark and saw you kiss and embrace the guy you arrived with and you just said you’re here with your Dad. It was easy to piece that together Scotty. Simon then started to ask some probing questions to ensure I’m being raised in a healthy environment and wasn’t being taken advantage of. He asked when I started having sex with my father and I said on my 18th birthday, so I was already an adult and participated willingly, telling Simon I’d been raised in a loving environment and was never taken advantage of. Simon then said he had the result ready and asked if I wanted my father to be in the room when I was given the result. I didn’t hesitate and said yes please, if that’s okay with you. Through the eyes of Dean: Sir could you head to room 4, I heard the receptionist say. I knocked on the door, then entered seeing Scotty sitting there with an adorable looking doctor. Hi I’m Simon the Dr said extending his had to shake mine. Scotty here has asked that you be in the room for support when he receives his test result. Okay I said, with butterflies in my stomach. Simon went on to say that regardless of the outcome of this test that I should be supportive of Scotty, having not known what they had been talking about this all seemed like normal conversation to me. That was until the Doctor swivelled around on his chair, with the front of his pants open and a delicious 8 inch hard cock drooling precum. Scotty looked at me with excitement, as the Dr stood up removing his overcoat as he walked to the door, locking it. As Simon turned around and now with his overcoat removed we had a perfect view of his biohazard tattoo just above his drooling cock. Scotty, Simon said, it’s with great pleasure I tell you that you’ve tested positive for HIV and given that you only started taking poz cum a little under three weeks ago your Dad here has done an excellent job. I sat there, rock hard listening to Simon talk while realising exactly how much they had been talking about before I entered the exam room. I took the Doctors lead and stated getting undressed, quickly followed by Scotty. All three of us naked now, Simon walked towards me and roughly pushed me on the exam table, bent over with my ass ripe for the taking. Scotty got behind me and started to eat my ass, then while rubbing his drooling cock against my wet hole he said this is it dad, I’m allowed to fuck you now that I’m poz, that’s what you said. I didn’t hesitate and told Scotty to ram his cock in me and breed my tight hole. To my surprise Scotty fucked me so hard, he was an amazing top, at one point I hear Simon moaning, egging Scotty on to fuck me harder, and adding there was a decent amount of blood on Scotty’s cock as he was sliding in and out of my wet hole. Scotty’s thrusting started to slow and I thought he had cum inside me, but no, he slowed to allow Simon to slide his cock inside him. Here I was, my bleeding poz hole wrapped around my sons poz cock while he was getting fucked by his poz Doctor. It was fucking amazing and I started to cum without even touching my cock, shooting my poisonous cum on the exam bed. My ass muscles clamped down on Scotty’s cock as I came, triggering Scotty’s orgasm. He it goes Dad, take my Poz load, take my dirty devil seed. Get used to it Dad he said as I felt his cock expand in my hole, pumping his toxic load deep in my guts. Simon was now pounding Scotty’s hole pretty hard, I pulled myself of Scotty’s cock and allowed him to steady himself on the exam table as Simon pounded his hole. I started to scoop my poz cum off the exam table and moved behind Simon and started fingering my charged load in to his ass as he fucked by boy, it wasn’t long before he grabbed Scotty’s hips, pulling him closer so he was fully impaled on his cock and grunting as he shot his toxic load into my son. It was so fucking hot. We started to gather ourselves and while getting dressed discussed meeting up again and exchanging numbers. Simon informed us that he holds monthly orgies, with all guys either being poz or chasing. Without hesitating for a second Scotty said we’re in, we’re coming to all of them. Before leaving Simon asked what we had planned for the rest of the day and I said we’re heading to see a mate of mine that owns a tattoo parlour to get Scotty his first tattoo, a biohazard symbol of course and then heading to Club 80 tonight to give and take heaps of loads. I told Simon he’s welcome to join us and he said he might just do that.

PART 8 FINAL CHAPTER. I dipped my head in embarrassment. My cousin came over to me and stood in front of me, completely naked, awesome athletic body, thick cock, trimmed bush. I felt ill with the anxiety that filled me from what might happen, my Grandad was there, this kind of changed things,Tall, stocky with an air of authority, My Dad and Uncle, cowering away as he was bossing them. I felt he was going to beat me to teach me a lesson, so many questions filled my mind until I felt a warm wet cock press against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see my Grandad's cock pressed up against my face. I jumped back when I realised what he was doing. Robbie took him in his mouth, whilst my Dad was eating out Robbies arse, Cum on Dads lips and beard from Robbies arse, I guess Grandad had fucked him earlier. Uncle Will presented his hard cock at my mouth, Wait said Grandad, Steve has to please his Grandaddy first, Use Robbies mouth, you have been for years, Steve has always been my favourite and I am so going to fuck him good. Robbie looked up and passed grandads cock over to me. I lent forward and sniffed his cock. His scent filling my nose. It was even more intoxicating than Dads or Uncle Wills when it came straight from his musky body. I opened my mouth and slowly moved it onto his cock. His thick cock slid into my mouth and the curve up made it rub against the roof of my mouth. Robbie was now getting fucked by his Dad whilst sucking mine, we had odd glances at each other. My Grandad moaned in pleasure as he slid his dick deeper into my mouth. I moved back and forth, sucking his cock as he moaned out loud. I picked up the pace and sucked harder. Grandad loved this and put his hand on my head and started working my head back and forth up and down his cock, faster and faster he got. Will had cum in Robbies arse and had been replaced by my father in his cummy hole. I started tasting the salty precum oozing from grandads cock as I was forced up and down my own Grandfather's cock. He made me jump, I'm never going to get off at this pace." He said as he shoved his cock down my throat. He grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. Hard and deep, his cock plunged into my throat and making me gag. My Dad had now cum in Robbie, Grandad ordered Will and Dad to suck on his nipples and Robbie to slide onto my dick, His arse was full of uncle and Dad cum, I slid my hard dick into a silk glove, pure exctacy, Robbie was taking his 3rd family dick within the hour. After a few thrusts my Grandad was squirting his cum down my throat. I swallowed every drop of it that hit my mouth. I pulled off his cock and I looked up at my grandad as his dick stood next to my face. I licked him clean. I sucked every last drop of cum that was left. Whilst I shot my load deep in Robbie as I made eye contact with my dad, he ruffled my hair looking pleased with me. Grandad told us were going away for the weekend to a special place. Robbie whispered to me whilst Grandad, Dad and Uncle were pouring drinks, can I fuck you when we share your bed. I looked at him, my Grandaddy, Dad and Uncle and know this is the life for me, I love these Men and look forward to years of "Family Bonding". As I climbed on the bed and let my cousin Robbie enter my arse, knowing I was going to be the family cumdump for these men tonight, I sniffed my poppers and groaned in ecstacy, As they gathered around me.

Well it's been a few months since I've been fucked and bred - just circumstances and haven't been "in heat", I guess. But yesterday the drought ended. There's a guy I've chatted with for a year or more on BBRT, but we've never hooked and I really thought he was just a flake, voyeur. Yesterday though he wanted to work my tits, which control all on me. I told him that when they're worked then I have to be fucked - just the way they're wired. He was thumbs up and gave me his address in Los Feliz (L.A.). Got up to his apartment and we chatted for a bit, smoked a little pot, chatted more. All the while he had a great fuck video on the big screen. As I began to relax and the pot kicked in I opened my shirt and began working my tits, which had been pumped. Well it took no time for him to take over and, man, did he know how to work them. Then almost without warning he lifted up my legs and went under and began to rim and tongue my hole. God, that turns me into a total pig for cock. He worked my hole and tits for almost an hour and I was in a completely frenzy, totally in heat. He would also switch off and give me the best cock sucking ever; I had to keep pushing him away to stop me from cumming. I don't like to cum until the very end, that keeps me hungry. I was beginning to fear that he couldn't fuck and all this great play was for naught. As he continued to work me to a frenzy in every way I kept moaning "Fuck me, fuck me". I had sucked his cock several times and it was thick, nice. Finally I got on all fours on the couch (he'd said he wanted to fuck me first doggy style), put on a pair of tit clamps, and he kept working my hole with his tongue, fingers and then, finally, his cock began to go on. He fucked like a Master - relentless and I was in ecstasy. I don't want drag this out but over the course of two+ hours he bred me three times - unbelievable. One time we fucked in front of the window with my bent onto the sill. That was totally hot thinking that others might be watching us. I kept hoping that others would walk in the door and take turns fucking me, but that'll be next time. In the meantime I also came 3 times, which I've never in my life done before! Usually I'm a one time cummer and then finish. Suffice to say that I hope he wants to bring my pig out again sometime. Oink!!

I went into the toilet and wiped my backside which was dripping with Bill's sperm and the residue of the night before with an old rag on the shelf. Bill told me some of the guys liked to wank with it. Then I grabbed a black bag and went off to empty the bins. I heard voices as I made my way upstairs, so a few guys had come in early. As I approached the TV room, I heard Arthur say "Yeah, he's a right little pig, alright. Nice tight hole to relieve yourself inside. Had him a couple of times" Then another man said. "Great! You're a dirty sod, Arthur! Does he know you're poz, then?" Arthur laughed. " Oh yeah! We've all had him and he knows our spunk is swimming with bugs!" "Well, " he said. "Just what I need. I could do with a fuck and shoot some dirty spunk up his slutty hole!" But I was less concerned about the conversation, and more about the second man's voice. Was it? Could it be? I peered cautiously around the door to see three naked men on the sofa - Arthur and a man I recognised from the flat I had visited. But it was the third man that made my heart skip a beat. Grandad! I had seen him in the pool on holiday before, but never naked. He lay back in the cushions, fat hairy body and balding head, and I saw for the first time the thick, stubby erection in his fist. I quietly moved back and fled downstairs. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" Laughed Bill when he saw my pale face. "What's up?" "I can't work today. I have to go." I said. "Whoa! Not so fast. What's up?" So I told him what I'd seen and he roared with laughter. "So Jim is your grandad, eh? Well well. I guess it runs in the family. He's a dirty old sod, but a nice fat arse. I've seeded it a few times." I was aghast. Not only was my grandfather here, but he was obviously poz if Bill had fucked him. "You're not going anywhere, Timmy. Get back up there and do your job." I looked at him and realised I could walk out. But I really didn't want to. My cock was swelling with excitement and I knew what I had to do. With increasing embarassment I went back up stairs. I paused outside the door. Could I really do this? Then, with a sigh, I walked into the room, avoiding eye contact with the men. "Here he is. Nice arse on it, eh?" Said Arthur, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to the sofa. I saw my grandad's shocked face as Arthur pushed me onto my knees, stood up and got behind me. "So, we 'ain't seen you for a while, Jim. What you been up to?" As he spoke, he slid his cock into my dripping hole and sighed happily. Grandad was red-faced and his mouth gaped in surprise. Arthur started to slowly fuck me as he waited for a reply. "Well, er... I've been...busy...you know." His eyes were glued to the cock sliding in and out of me.

I’m relatively new to this world of sex-crazed debauchery that is the Breeding Zone, and still finding my way as a fledgling cumdump. Last year I lost my partner of 25 years to cancer, and many aspects of my life have changed since then. Living out the fantasies I was unable to explore during that relationship is one of them. At this point, I cannot see myself ever being able to replicate what I had during those 25 years with another man, although that does not mean I am closed to the idea of a future relationship. However, I think that next time round, it will be more about companionship than love, but who knows? Whether or not a cumdump lifestyle precludes this, time will tell. I hope not. And as I can see myself settling down at some point with either a fellow cumdump bottom or a sympathetic top, at least that widens the field to some extent. In the mean time, I’m enjoying my new life as a cumdump. Although it doesn’t come anywhere near to filling the hole in my life left by my partner’s death, it’s certainly an adventure, and a very welcome distraction

Consider myself one lucky cumdump. I'm very fortunate to have a partner (15 years) who loves me unconditionally - something no one else has ever given me in my life - but still realizes I'm a BIG whore and crave bareback loads in my hungry hole all the time. There is a large age difference between us, 14 yrs. We met at a sex party, so he kinda knew what he was getting. In the beginning we did 3 ways together, but now he's only interested in playing with me, still allowing me to hook up with others for sex. He's very very vanilla. I am definitely the opposite, few limits. I tend to like to be in the submissive role and enjoy rougher sex. The dynamics of our relationship doesn't allow me to get into the headspace of subbing for him and he's afraid he'll hurt me and he's not able to cum from fucking me. ( The only time I get into real trouble with him is if I come home with a bunch of bruises). We still have sex, mostly me giving him blowjobs. I try not to abuse the privilege of being able to play with others - I only bring guys to the house after he's gone to bed and am not out every night chasing strange dick. Usually I only meet up with guys for a few hours play but occasionally might take off for a few days collecting loads in my hungry hole. I'm extremely grateful for him and his love.

CHAPTER ONE Please be kind in your reviews and I really hope you enjoy it. The tags in the story will give you an idea of where I plan on taking it. Through the eyes of Scotty: I hear it again, the faint sound of the shower running, my heart skips a beat. Some people say they feel butterflies in life’s tender moments, for me that was the sensation I felt every time I heard my father’s shower running; knowing I’d be able to sneak a glimpse of him, water cascading down his amazing well defined body. I’d been spying of Dean, my father since I was 16 when I first came to terms with my feelings towards other men and realising I’m gay. Jerking off, while watching him shower and knowing he was totally unaware of me doing so made it so much hotter! My mum and dad married and started a family very young, Dean is only 37, to my 17 years. They had my brother Beau one year before me and I think I’m blessed to have a young Dad and Brother. Unfortunately I lost my mother when I was 12, she passed in a car accident on her way to work. Since then it’s just been us boys with dad doing an amazing job of raising us. Beau is already at university studying, so it’s just dad and I living together and Beau visits some weekends and during term breaks from University. Our living arrangements make it easy for me to secretly watch my dad and get my fix, so to speak. And he doesn’t disappoint, as I watch him now, his back is resting against the shower wall, water flowing down his delicious smooth abs, his fat 9 inch cock in his right hand, being stroked casually, his left hand slowly caressing his ass cheek while he strokes himself, moaning in pleasure. I never get tired of this view, peaking through the gap in the door from dads bedroom and his ensuite bathroom, my briefs to my knees, stroking my boyish 8 inch cock, my eyes feasting on the vision of my dad wanking, I know I won’t last too long and hearing my dad’s moans increase, I’m propelled to my orgasm even faster. I see my father, through the steam in the bathroom, abs contracting, grunting, shooting ropes of cum from his massive tool, onto the glass of the shower. Wishing his cum was being sprayed over me, or better yet inside me. It was all too much , I started shooting my load into my left hand, still staring at dad in the shower as he milks the last of his load out. Ugh, I’m in heaven, but quickly snapped back to reality as I hear the shower turn off and the shower door open and close. With my left hand full of cum, I quickly lift my briefs with my right hand and run to my room, so as not to get caught. I make it back to my room and lay on my bed, another successful trip spying on dad, with my heart still racing, my cock only just starting to deflate, I rub my load all over my quivering asshole, wishing, hoping that one day it’ll be a load on and in my ass, delivered by my hot dad Dean himself. A boy can only dream right? ################################################################################# Through the eyes of Dean: Startled, I wake to my alarm blaring at 6am, with my morning wood throbbing, aching to take a piss, I lay there thankful its Friday with the weekend just around the corner. I hear music coming from my son’s room, so I know Scotty is already awake and no need to go and annoy him. He’s a good kid, great grades, excellent attitude and such a caring young man. He lost his mother early in life and he misses her dearly. He has applied himself at school to ensure he succeeds to honor his mother’s memory. He and I are more alike than he realises, you see I used to consider myself bisexual, however since the unexpected passing of my wife, I couldn’t bring myself to be intimate with another woman. So I started dating men exclusively and have never looked back. I’m actually somewhat of a perverted dick pig, versatile, with a thick poisonous 9 inch cock that makes guys go crazy and a hole that can take a damn good pounding, the harder the better, bareback of course, you see I’m a massive cum pig. I haven’t ever used a condom and that will never change. I say he and I have more in common than he realises because he’s been spying on me in the shower, I think for about a year or so. The first time I realised he was watching me he was 16 years old. He’s an amazing looking young man, six pack, smooth, cute as fuck and I think gay, or at least bisexual. I couldn’t believe I was the object of his adolescent desires, but be damned if I’m not going to get some enjoyment out of it and corrupt him in the process, like I said; I’m perverted. I’ve been putting on shows for him for a long time now, knowing he’s been watching me while I shower. I even set up a gopro camera in my room to film him watching me, so that I can focus on putting on a show and not taking a casual glance towards the door to see if he’s there. And to be fair, he was there pretty much every time I showered, stroking his hot cock, rubbing his abs while staring at me getting off. I always positioned myself in the shower so that my biohazard tattoo on my hip was clearly visible from his vantage point. I wonder if he’s put two and two together. He always blew what looked like a great load before sneaking back to his room after I’d climaxed and given him what he wanted to see. His 18th birthday is fast approaching and it’s something I’ve been looking forward to for a very long time.

Traditional MONOGAMY really doesn't work for 'popular' guys who have a (un) healthy (lol), ever-hungry 'ass-and-cock-hunting' spirit! Or as we call ourselves 'in the trade': SLUTS, CUMDUMPSTERS and PLAYERS! I have to say: it wasn't a role that came natural to me! I was a romantic fool for way too long! With the wrong candidates, all traditional cheaters! However, being turned poz by a much younger guy who himself had gotten tagged as a college-age-stripper just a couple years earlier sure changed that. After a pragmatic POW-WOW we agreed to be all-out barebackers! Now bare, UNSAFE, DNA-swapping promiscuity gives me a rush I never knew in the SAFE vanilla-sex days! Tragically comical is when I see some of the biggest whores known to me, dolled up in suit-and-tie for that big wedding with posy Facebook pictures and pretensions of 'happily-ever-after', all in the prime of their slut-lives! Yeah - NO - that ain't gonna work, two cheatin alley-cat whores looking all fake and faithful like goo-goo-eyed, fluffy kittens pretending not to have claws! "HA!!! I'll give that mess a year!" My predictions have all been wrong so far: both parties straight back to cheating and hawk-eyeing and accusing the other like imbeciles. So far none of those facebook farces have lasted a year... (not counting the pragmatics) I tried the 'traditional one-on-one' myself (with a series of... hmm maybe seven semi-to-permanent partners over the years) We all dabbled (with mutual agreement) with threeways and whatnot with varying success. Later learned that the ones who ACCUSE you of alleged infidelity are the biggest hypocrites with the darkest secrets. Maybe I could have made the one or other work... Had I known there was a wild, wild world of PROUD PROMISCUITY and a POSITIVELY RAW sex-embracing underground. On-line I found cues and clues which intrigued me: A sexy older guy in LA "looking for a 'house-boy' to use for himself, but the novice was encouraged and EXPECTED to TAKE ANY BUCK AND COCK, any SEED AND LOAD without a rubber..." No 'need-to-cheat', kid gets a free place to stay and all the cake and cock he can eat! WOW HOT! Then I came across a 'bareback group' on Yahoo a few years back, recruiting new members. New members would proudly pose, full body a smiling face showing, and accept that they would play well with ALL MEMBERS. One guy in particular brought a major chance to my 'aspiring slut' personna. Guy was young, tan, shaggy-haired blond, big smile, sprawled out in shorts and flip-flops on the hood of a red Jeep somewhere on a beach. "NEW BAREBACK RECRUIT!" I think it said! Gave his (first) name and some background information... The whole idea of random, unconventional sex gave me (the naive novice) a boner and an incredible tingling inside! I imagined: Hanging with bros, maybe having a 'wingman' (BOY-FRIEND) and maybe not, but fully accepting that each of us would be 'raw players' available to all at the drop of a hat! WHAT A RUSH! WHAT A CHALLENGE! Accepting that YOUR MAN or you yourself would TAKE A LOAD FROM A STRANGER and have it inside. This while you both get turned on by your raw promiscuity as you cuddle and sleep! THAT WOULD BE THE TICKET! An E-ticket at Disney! So I have a man now, married actually, but with full 'licence-to-fuck-raw' prenuptial. my 'pozzer' who is much younger than me, but according to him I'm 'more popular' and my tricks are hotter than his. He works a lot and can't 'sneak away' although his office is smack in the middle where any and all of the sexier and successful 'travelers' are withing a few hundred feet on the apps. He likes to bottom although he has a big dick. I'm the one giving him pep-talks and encouraging him to GO GET HIM. I'll only see some Scruff or Grindr pics later and if I'm lucky I'll sniff and feel the stranger's seed dripping from his hole! SO HOT! My (other) regular fuck-buddy is almost 20 years younger than me. Shaggy-haired wild boy! He is the biggest 'whore' I have ever known, scoring left and right, multiples in a day. He doesn't have to work as he has a wealthy sugar-daddy who tolerates his promiscuity. I too encourage him to GET CRACKING when a new hottie pops up on the app, presumably wanting to get fucked. His high 'SCORES' turn me on! Although I see rubbers all over the place, he only tops and most are bare. I'm especially turned on when a guy leaves out the front but there still is one or possibly two buck-naked in his room... and he says: "Why you still have your clothes on!" Then as I suck his dick he asks me if I can taste 'name-of-trick' on his cock. Saying yes and being excited he proceeds to fuck me. He loves sucking my cock and I hope one day he'll let me breed him... but he is nervous even about UD and feels 'safe' just being the top. Typically when we play, I wasn't the first and I won't be the last that day... turns me tha fuck on! Neither one of us cares for the 'tame vanilla' guys. One fuck and your time is up, buddy. And we get annoyed by hypocrites who get angry when it's time for a VD-warning! Well fucking see your doc, you princess and come back to play when you are good to go! If they clutch their man-purses and huff they are OUT OF THE GAME! BORING! I love the jaded, 'all-business-as-usual' attitudes of my crew of bb-bros!

clean out thoroughly and deeply several times. then fuck yourself with a big dildo (I use a 10 inch dildo, 6 around to warm up)then wait for like half an hour, and do it again.i always do that and never have any poopcidents. also the dildo is a good way to get deep lubed for the first few guys.once I have a few loads in me I usually don't need any more lube.

Ever since my childhood I can remember myself being fascinated by physical strength. As I later came to explore and understand my sexuality and my relationship towards masculinity, my fascination of physical strength transformed into a deeper sexual affinity towards muscularity. As I grew older and my overactive hormones coaxed my hand to my groin at least three or so times a day, I found myself only able to think about one thing: muscular men. Reflecting my sexual compulsion, my porn consumption consisted of watching muscular men working out and sweating in the gym, showing off their bodies, getting worshiped, or getting fucked. Anything portraying huge men being objectified and used got my cock hard. Naturally with time my sexual fixation only grew deeper, the men whom I worshiped got bigger, and the sex I enjoyed became sleazier and sluttier. Nowadays my fantasy has excelled beyond the idea of merely muscularity but to steroid use. Nothing turns me on more than the idea of a sweaty roided out muscle whore. At parties I always go for the absolute biggest, most muscular guys I can find in hopes of getting a load up my ass or shooting mine up their rock-hard worn out muscle cunts. Lucky for me it seems to often work out since those testosterone-junkies are so horned up from their cycles they can’t think about anything else other than sex. My dream is to find a juiced up bodybuilder whom I can watch develop and grow. While training with him at the gym I could worship his massive muscles at work and lick that juicer sweat off of every hard crevasse on his gargantuan body. I’d make him wear the most tight and revealing to show him off in public. And most importantly, I’d watch him at parties as all those horny fags desperately line up while he desperately tries to sate his insatiable, steroid-enhanced horniness by taking ever single cock and fist up his hungry hole until he finally wobbles out covered in cum all over his face, dripping cum out of his loosened up hole for everyone to see how big a roided whore he is. Of course afterwards I get to lick out all that cum from is worn hole and feed it to him for the extra protein intake. I'm curious if anyone here shares a similar fetish for muscularity and/or steroid use as I do. If so I wanna hear about it. Otherwise, I'm curious to what you all think...

My anon buddy was back from vacation and came over yesterday lunch time. He found me bent over in my living room. He walked up, played with my ass a little and then mounted me. He fucks so well. Loves looking at my fat ass bounce as he rides. Makes me beg for his load. After a good 10 minute pounding he finally started grunting and pumping his load deep. Definitely the hardest he has ever cum with me. He got up and left like usual. Later last night was watching tv with wife and I got this sudden urge to use restroom. Had to move pretty quick. I then released his massive load in the toilet. Told the wife it must have been the tacos for dinner.

Whoa... this guy's veiny cock and hairy belly are seriously HOT! 23 YO Latino escort giving me his ass raw

everyone is there to have a good time of something- so there is no wasting of time trying to set something up on line, you can try something different, watch others and to me just relaxing- walking around nude if you want. I do not know how much time I have wasted trying to set something up with someone met on line- in a way it is like the adult book stores where you know almost right away if you are going to pair up ( or more) with someone. Like last night- Sunday was at the adult book store which has a theater and is open to gays and straights) ( well one night is gay night and one night couples night) . Last night which was Sunday got fucked by this guy who had a huge thick cock and then twice in the arcade. So much better than on line games etc.

In all of the fetish videos I have seen, the top pisses in the pig's mouth and the pig just lets it run out. What a waste! If I am drinking straight from the tap, I am DRINKING, not gargling with it. How about you guys?

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

After I was first pozzed in February 2006, I went to STD clinic for the test: the result was not satisfying. I was still neg. Although the doctor advised me to be prudent and practice safe sex, I immediately began searching for a guy who would poz me. It didn't took to much time and I found one. He was a Skaterboy and all of 22 years old. In the beginning I thought he might be a fake, but then he wanted to exchange telephone numbers. We made a date for later the same day. Several hours had to pass before we could get together, so we spoke by telephone a couple of times. I guess he was testing me to make sure I wouldn't flake-out. Little did he appreciate how badly I wanted his poz load, so I was prepared to follow-through with his directions, however unlikely they seemed. At the appointed hour, I was in my bed, naked, douched, and showered, with a blindfold across my eyes. The front door was unlocked (although closed). I was naturally nervous when the doorbell rang. Was it Skaterboy or another chance visitor? Perhaps my mother was in the vicinity and choose this inopportune moment to drop by! I heard the door open and close, and the deadbolt shooting home. Good. No chance of an accidental visitor. I then heard footsteps on the staircase. They came closer and closer, entered the bedroom. He was here. I then recognized the soft smell of poppers. He hold the bottle under my nose and asked: "Well, are you sure you wanna be pozzed?" After some seconds of reflecting I whispered "Yes, I am." He pushed me into position saying only "Open your mouth, bitch." His rock-hard pozzer was demanding entrance. He clearly wanted to be blown, and I was happy to provide the service. Besides, his poz cock tasted fantastic. After I pleasured him for a few minutes, he apparently decided to move to the next stage of the pozzing, because he withdrew from my mouth. Within seconds I was treated to the sensation of his tongue laving my crack and digging around my ass lips. Sweet! He was apparently very experienced, because he rimmed me very well. I moaned loudly to register my pleasure. This seemed to animate him because he entered deeper and deeper with his tongue, his spit thoroughly lubricating me. I was ready. Then he again held the poppers under my nose saying "Sniff again baby." I sniffed, but but he apparently thought I would need more, so he insisted I take an additional huff or two. Then I felt his lubed poz cock entering my hole. It was a mix of pain, horniness and mental connection. It also felt wonderful. He fucked me hard and deep and I registered how readily my hole had opened-up for him, almost as if my hole itself was desperate to be pozzed. A moment of pain shot through my body as he began to pound harder, but he was quick to remark "Sorry, if hurts, buddy, but you said you wanted my poz cum, and you will get it!" He fucked deeper and harder and I only felt horny and wanted him to poz me and started to beg for his poz cum: "Give me your load! I want your poz load! You fucking pig! Poz me!" He paused briefly to have me sniff poppers once more, three times per nostril, deeply inhaled. "You want it bitch?" he asked and I replied "Fuck yeah, man! Poz me!" He then he pulled away my blindfold in one quick motion, and I could see: he was truly as cute as on the photo he had sent. In the same moment he groaned: "Here you are bitch" and pushed his poz cock deep inside, his cum blowing deep up my hole. I was in heaven. I could feel his warm juice soaking into my body. My mind and body were throughly sated. He stayed in position for a a minute or two, undoubtedly catching his breath. He wiggled his cock a bit before he pulled out. His cock was slimy and bloody; he smiled saying "Well, I think you have got it." I think so too.

I had been drinking way too much the night I met Michael. I recently moved to Baltimore to attend college and be free of the small town I had grown up in and begin to explore my hidden gay side. There was a gay group on campus, which I started attending to meet others like myself. Chris, one of the older students, quickly became a mentor to me. He even managed to help me get a fake ID which allowed me to get into the local gay dance clubs and to buy booze at liquor stores near the University. Chris and I never engaged in sex though, since we were neither one another’s type, I am a twink and he’s more a bear, but that was all cool. He showed me where I could go on campus for some anonymous male on male action. Which consisted mainly of blow jobs, since I was trying to be safe. He also introduced me to the Hippo dance club. The Hippo club was the main gay dance club in Baltimore, and the place to be seen in the community. I tried to date a few people I’d met there, but it never seemed to go very far. I did finally surrender my virginity to a young jock-like guy I met at the Hippo, who worked as a waiter at the gay bar/restaurant across from the club, but I made sure he used protection. We lasted all of a month, before he moved on to another conquest. I hurt at first, but Chris explained here in the big city twinks were a dime a dozen and I should just have fun, until I finally met Mr. Right. So as a result, I followed my mentor’s advice and began just hooking up with guys I had met at Central Station or from the Hippo. Being young, 5’4” and barely a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet, and naturally smooth with a shaggy head of light mousey-brown hair, I found myself popular. I allowed myself to experiment with diverse types of guys, jocks, twinks, professionals, and a couple of daddies, always making sure we used protection. Only once, did I almost have unprotected sex, a lacrosse player from my school started to push in me, when I asked if he was wearing a rubber. He told me no, it was better without one. I made him stop and wrap up, I could tell he wasn’t happy about it, but he did put one on. He made sure to pound the hell out of me, to let me know how unhappy he was wearing one. Afterwards he pushed me naked into the hall of the dorm and tossed my clothes to me telling when I wanted to fuck like a real man to come back and he would breed me like a proper slut. Needless to say, I crossed him off my list of sex partners. One night in October, while I was hanging out with some of my new gay friends at the Hippo, I overheard them debating about going to 1722 after the Hippo. I had overheard a few people talking about 1722 during the couple of months I had been coming to the Hippo, but didn’t know what it was. They informed me 1722 was an afterhours club for people who didn’t want to stop partying after the clubs and bars closed. Discovering I had never been to the club, they decided to take me. 1722 was a BYOB, but they told me if I tipped the bartender I shouldn’t have a problem getting something to drink. Once the Hippo closed for the night, we stopped by Matt’s, a friend from the Hippo who I had slept with once, to get some vodka from his apartment before walking to the club. Since it was an unusually hot fall night I took off my sweaty long-sleeved shirt as we headed towards the club. We shared the liquor, taking swings from bottle in the brown bag. I certainly wasn’t feeling any pain by the time we arrived at the club. A huge bear of man took our cover-charge and let us in. The place looked like a complete dive, but had an amazing sound-system. The dance floor was the first thing you saw, all sorts of people were there. Straights, gays, bisexuals, and trannies all having fun making out and dancing, not a care in the world. My friends led me to the back to drop off their booze and get some mixed drinks. Once we got our drinks we head down to the dance floor. In no time, we’re all dancing up a storm and having a blast. As time went by my friends began to slowly disappear, until I was all alone on the dancefloor having fun. I excused myself from the hot older couple I was dancing with to use the bathroom and get another drink. Dancing is hard, hot work. After pissing, I headed to get another drink. I was standing in line a cute, tall, thin blond smiled at me, before walking over to me and handing me a shot of something dark. I smiled back and tossed the nasty tasting stuff back like the practiced drinker I was becoming. I stepped out of line to thank him when he leaned in asking, “Top or bottom?” “Bottom,” I answered back blushing a little at his direct approach. “Good, let’s go,” he smiled back at me taking my hand and pulling me out the back of the club. Outside I got my first good look at him in the street light of the back-parking lot. He was blond, good-looking, wraith-like, and tall like I like. His skin-tight tee-shirt which didn’t even reach the top of his low-hanging tight jeans, said SPIT ON IT. The long thick bulge snaking down his pants leg told me how much he wanted me. “I have friends back there in the club, they’ll be worried about me,” I said looking back at the back entrance once we were outside and heading around to the front of the building. “I need to let them know where I am. They are my ride back to school.” “The last one left about a half an hour ago with a big daddy type,” he smirked at me, before pushing me against the building and kissing the shit out of me. It was such a hot kiss I didn’t even mind the feel of the hard, gritty, brick wall against my bare, sweaty back. Pulling back from the kiss he said, “I’ve been watching you most of the evening, you’re one sexy lil’ fucker,” he said reaching out to twist, then pinch my nipples. He quickly discovered my sensitive nipples were hard-wired to my six-and-half-inch dick. “Yeah, we’re going to have a lot of fun,” he smirked pulling me away from the brick wall and popped my jeans button open before sliding one of his hands down the back of my jeans and past my underwear to tap my tight hole with one of his long fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He pulled his hand out and smelled his finger. “Oh, we’re definitely gonna have a lot of fun,” he smiled back at me. In my drunken state, I had surrendered myself to this unknown dominate man, who couldn’t be too much older than I was. He pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds, extracting a fat rolled up cigarette along with a lighter. As we walked towards his apartment in Mt. Vernon, he lit the strange cigarette inhaling deeply before holding it and exhaling. “Here have, a toke, its good-stuff, I don’t do ragweed,” he said smiling at me. “I don’t smoke cigarettes,” I said starting to hand it back to him, which prompted a laugh. “Baby, it’s not a cigarette,” leaning in he whispered, “It’s WEED,” he continued wrapping his arm around my sweaty, shirtless frame. “I don’t, well I’ve never smoked pot before,” I admitted to the handsome blond leading me to his apartment. “Oh baby, I’ve got so much to show and teach you,” he smiled using the one hand wrapped around me to pinch my nipple. “Go on babe, just inhale and try to hold it in your lungs as long as you can, it’s okay if you cough,” he informed me putting the joint to my lips. I inhaled my first toke of weed ever on St. Paul street in full view of anyone who wanted to see, but in the early still dark dawn hours there was no one about to see. I coughed like all first timers, but my new friend pulled out a small rectangular green bottle from his back pocket, and had me take another shot of something called Jägermeister, before taking several more hits as we reached a tight alley way between a row of townhouses. He guided me down the dark alley to a basement entrance. First unlocking the outer gate and then door, before pushing me in and down a couple steps to a small living room and kitchen area. A small torch lamp dimly lit the room. On the coffee table, there was a large glass bong and a tray of more weed, along with a long glass pipe with a small bowl and a large bubble behind it and a long-curved stem. “Have a seat and get comfortable, while I grab us a couple of Gatorades,” he said pulling off his tee shirt and tossing it on a chair across the room, and kicking off his shoes. I sat down on the couch and tried to focus on what was going on. I had never been this fucked up in my life and I was enjoying it. My host returned holding a couple of open bottles of Gatorade with the rest of his clothes tossed over his arm. He set the bottles down before tossing all his clothes on the chair with his shirt. “I said you should make yourself comfortable he said handing me my drink. I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, uncut, hard, dripping eight-plus inch cock hanging right in front of me from his shaved crotch. He definitely would be the biggest I had ever taken. Next thing I knew he had dropped down to his knees between my legs and was unzipping my jeans. “up,” was all he said pulling first my jeans along with my underwear and socks off. He gathered up my clothes and shoes tossing them over with his clothes. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” he smirked at me. “Very nice,” he said sitting down and grabbing the long-curved pipe. He opened a small box and selected a small white rock. “Watch how it’s done,” he smiled at me. I watched as he passed the heavy lighter slowly back and forth until the small bulb began to fill with thick white smoke. He inhaled deeply, holding it for what seemed like ages before exhaling. He turned to me and began to build up more smoke in the chamber, before telling me to start inhaling until he either told me to stop or I couldn’t take anymore. I cleared the chamber twice before he set the pipe down and handed me a blue-diamond shaped pill followed by a green smiley-faced one. I didn’t even think to ask what they were until I swallowed them. “Those are fuck vitamins,” he chuckled, refilling the pipe, then handing it to me. “This is fuck smoke,” he smiled at me, before keeping me smoking it until the white rock was gone. I never felt more alive and energized, and horny. I stared openly at his magnificent, leaking uncut cock. “See it’s already working,” he chuckled, using a thumb to force down his cock. “Suck it, baby, I know you want to, so give it some love,” he said reaching out and pulling me down between his spread legs. “Show me how much you want my stinger up your sweet boy cunt, Then, maybe I’ll give you what you need,” he grinned, grabbing a handful of my hair, and pulling me to his waiting cock. I’d never been dominated or controlled in my short sex life, and I’d never been more turned on than I could have ever imagined. Anything he wanted me to do I would hasten to obey, wanting his approval and his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to worship his dripping cock. Slowly licking and slurping the large plum-like gland that was beginning to stick out from its hood. I used my tongue all over and under his cock trying to show him how much I wanted his cock. After a while he grabbed my hair yanking hard enough to force me to open my mouth, at which point he shoved his dick in my mouth. “Now suck it properly,” he said beginning to face fuck me, forcing more and more of his cock in my throat. In no time, he was trying to force it down my throat. “Just breath through your nose and just relax your throat babe, you’re making me feel really good, and soon I’ll be ready to make you feel even better with my fuck-stick,” he grinned at me as I looked up at him. I started to pull off to say something when I noticed he was filming me with his smartphone. “Don’t worry babe, it’s all good, everyone isn’t gonna see you being a proper lil’ slut boy, just me and maybe a couple of friends,” he chuckled forcing his cock all the way down my throat to his musky, sweaty, shaved crotch. “Show my nuts some lov’n babe,” he commanded me yanking me by my hair off his cock and down on his shaved, smooth balls. I did, as commanded, I showed those cum-filled balls all the love I had shown his cock, and he loved it, sliding down on the coach so to expose his hole to me. All he did was point with his chin and I began to work my way down to his hole. I’ve enjoyed getting rimmed, but I never really cared to perform it, but here I now was doing it because I was told to and I couldn’t get enough of his hole. The sweaty, musky, manly odor drove me insane. By the sounds he was making I was doing a wonderful job, which made me proud I could please him like that with my mouth. “Break time babe,” he panted at me, yanking my head out of his ass. “Yeah, you like that don’t you baby?” He asked me, I licked my lips and nodded yes. “Fuck smoke break, babe,” he smiled at me. “Yeah, you’re just a lil’ chem, fuck boy, cumslut aren’t you babe.” Again, without thinking nodded yes, he had me and knew it. “Is this your first time being a lil’ chem piggy?” I didn’t know what to say, but yes. I had never felt this good or had this much fun during sex. “Oh sweetie, you’re going to have the best time today,” he smiled at me handing the glass pipe again and big lighter. “Blow some clouds babe, you need to get nice and tweaked for our play time.” In the meantime, he got up and went over to his laptop and fooled around with it before turning on his TV. Suddenly porn began playing on the TV from the laptop. “I thought you might like something to get you into the mood,” he chuckled taking the pipe from me and taking a big hit, before returning it to me. I was really flying by this time, and hornier than I have been in my life. There was a growing itch in my hole, and the amateur porn we were now watching wasn’t helping things. Some twink, who looked barely eighteen, was taking a pounding like a well-practiced whore in someone’s bedroom. “Time babe to get you ready for a ride,” he smirked at me, twisting me around so he had access to my ass, while I could keep watching the porn playing on his TV. I dropped my head to the couch cushion and started to moan, as his talented tongue first began licking and then began probing my insides making me moan. One or two of the guys I’d been with previously had rimmed me, but nothing like this. He certainly knew what he was doing and I had no complaints. Before I knew it, he had switched from rimming me to fingering my hole. The warming lube he used to finger me seemed a little warmer than I was used to, because it burned at first, before morphing into the most incredible pleasure. I can’t remember when I ever felt that desperate to get fucked before, but between my moaning I began to beg for his cock. “One more thing I need to do to prime your lil’ boy puss before we get started,” he chuckled. Next thing I felt was a rough, small object pushed in my ass and a burning sensation. “SHIT THAT HURTS,” I gasped, feeling him rub it all around my colon. A brief time later, the pain began to morph as the warming lube had done before, leaving me with an itch, which became a desire, which became a need. I soon found myself pushing back to get more of his finger, no fingers inside me. I moaned and begged for more. “Yeah babe, you’ve got a nice hungry cunt now,” he chuckled smacking my ass hard, which caused me to moan. “Yeah babe, you want it, now don’t you?” He asked as he scooted up on the couch closer to my ass and began to tease me with his large dripping gland. He would push slightly against it, just hard enough to make me push back against it in an attempt to get him to fuck me. I wanted his dick in the worse way. “Please fuck me, I NEED IT!” I begged him, as I began to lose my mind, needing his dick in the worse way. “You sure you want it?” he asked teasingly, knowing I was his to do as he wanted. “YES! PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE FUCK ME!” I begged this man, who I realized I had never even gotten his name, to fuck me. I didn’t care what his name even was, so long as he fucked me with his beautiful cock. He slid two fingers back into my hungry hole, as he leaned down to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so good.” He continued teasing my ear, and leaving me panting with need and lust, “Then I’m going to pump my first load in a week, inside your hot pussy and breed you like the bitch you are,” he said tweaking me sensitive, hard nipples, making me buck back against him. “But…but…I…only…use…rubbers, I’m…clean,” I panted as he continued revving me up beyond anything I been before in my life. “Not anymore,” he chuckled, thrusting forward hard, impaling me on half his raw cock. I had barely begun to process what he said to me when, he pulled out to the ridge of his gland, before thrusting forward and burying his cock completely in my ass. “OH GOD!” I moaned in pleasure, having never experienced anything like what was now happening to me. His cock seemed to slide effortlessly in and out of me as he began to long dick me from the start. Fucking had never felt like this with rubbers. “See babe, I knew you would like it raw,” he chuckled pulling completely out before slapping my ass cheeks hard, and then slamming all the way back in and then repeated his action several more times. I couldn’t form any words, drool flowed from my mouth as he pounded me like a porn star slut. All that mattered to me was he continued to fuck me. My mind knew I wasn’t having safe sex, but I couldn’t care, this felt better than anything I had ever felt before. I now understood why the lax player had been pissed at me. I could feel every inch and bump and vein on his cock and it was amazing. “Yeah slut, you like it raw, now don’t you?” All I could do was nod, only grunts and moans were all I could make. Suddenly he pulled completely out, before grabbing my legs and flipping me on my back. I looked up into his grinning face, and whimpered in need to have his cock inside me again. Pushing my legs back towards my ears, he mounted me again causing me to moan as I resumed my place as his fuck toy. “Shit babe, I love turning you college boys into sluts for raw cock and cum,” he smirked, as sweat glistened on both of us. I loved the feeling and sounds of his shaved balls slapping against my hairless ass. He leaned down and bit first one then the other of my hard nipples, driving me to even greater heights of lust and pleasure. “FU…CK…ME…YE…S…HAR…D…ER!” I managed to finally force out of my throat. He began to thrash fuck me, pulling completely out before slamming balls deep back inside me. “TAKE…MY…DIRTY…SEED!” He panted repeatedly rabbit fucking me. “SHIT! YES!!! TAKE…IT…ALL!!!!” He shouted as I felt him swell, and begin to pulse, as he ground against me. I could feel each and every shot of his jizz, coat my insides. “You’re…mine…forever,” he panted leaning down to kiss me for the first time. “Not bad, for round one,” he chuckled pulling out of me with a wet pop. I lay on the couch panting hard, as I felt some of his semen began to leak out of me. I had not yet climaxed, but precum from my dick coated my stomach and chest. I couldn’t help but grin at the man who had just bred me for the first time in my life. “You look so fuck’n hot babe,” he smirked at me. “Nothing hotter than a sexy fucking twink freshly bred and waiting to be bred again and again,” he smiled at me taking a couple of pictures with his smartphone. Note- I hope you like this new story, I kind of lost my motivation for first story on here.

I had been talking to this guy on-line for a couple of weeks. He'd responded to my craigslist ad. I said I was a non-passable white crossdresser, kind of a guy in a skirt type, looking to give a bj. I had a blurry pic of me in a short leather skirt and thigh high stockings. He said he loved my pic and wanted to fuck my lips, but I saw a pic of his cock and thought no way, that black monster is way too big. In our chats, he asked if I liked "BB", I foolishly said yes, thinking that was Big Black (since he was a big black guy). He asked if I'd try a blindfold, I said cool. So after he promised he'd take it easy on me, and telling him there was no way I could deep throat a cock that big, he invited me over to his place. I put on that black leather mini skirt, thigh high fishnet stockings, a tight white blouse, and pumps. Although not passable, guys I gave head to in this outfit always wanted my ass, but I just did oral. Mark answered the side door after I parked in his garage, as he wanted to be discreet. He got me a drink, and after some small talk, he just whipped out his massive cock. It had to be 7 or 8 inches, soft. I got on my knees, and got to work. At this point, I could take it all in my mouth, but he was starting to stiffen up, so I placed my hand on the base of his shaft. He said I was being a good slut, but to drop the hand. I did as I was told. Mark then said he had the blindfold, and not seeing might help. It did make sense to me at the time, so he put it on. He said I was taking it much deeper without seeing, so it was working. Mark asked how my knees were feeling, I said they were OK, but he offered to guide me to the bedroom where things were a little softer. Mark was being very kind, so I let him guide me to the other room. Mark had me kneel, and said I could lean forward, as there was a little bench. What a nice guy. As I have my arms on the bench, sucking on that huge cock in the dark, all of the sudden, my arms and legs are grabbed. Mark pulls his cock out and starts laughing. It feels like there are restraints on the bench for my wrists, and ankles on the floor. There are other men laughing too. What the fuck is going on I ask. Mark asks if I'm ready for my bareback breeding. I say no way! He says I agreed to bareback, and there was no turning back now. My panties are cut off and my ass quickly lubed. I started to scream, right when they gagged me. The first cock in my ass felt like it was as big as a thermos! I was crying while they laughed. The fucking of my virgin ass continued for what seemed like forever then stopped. Oh god! I had a man cumming in my ass! Once he pulled out, I could feel his cum running down my leg, but I thought at least it was over. Boy was I wrong. Mark sad that I was just fucked by Justin, a skinny white guy with a 6 inch cock. That was 6 inches??? Oh shit.... So for what felt like hours I was fucked by several men, and cocks kept getting a little bigger, and hurting less for some reason. I was starting to like the feeling... Finally Mark said it was his turn. His huge cock slid in without too much problems, but it went REAL deep. He was fucking me slowly at first then asked if I was worried about AIDS. I shook my head yes. He said I was a silly little cunt, he was HIV poz and I never asked! OH SHIT! I tried to buck him off and push him out, this just made him piston fuck me harder. He buried his cock deep and said his dirty seed was going in my ass now, and I could feel it hot in my guts. For the next 2 days, I was kept bound, and every now and then fucked. The guys would tell me how sweet my ass was, and how hard it was to get a guy willing to take poz loads. I was far from willing, but Mark had told them I was going to act surprised. Then I was punched a couple of times in the head until I passed out. I woke up in my car, on the other side of town. Cum and blood on my legs, in my girl clothes, in the parking lot of a shopping center. The house where it happened was abandoned that day, with an eviction notice over a month old on the door. The e-mail account closed. So I was set up, and raped. Now I'm waiting to find out if they lied about being poz, or if I'm infected too.....

FEELING LOW, FEELING HIGH (How Low Will I Go . . . continued) Well there was no surprise what happened about a week later: I woke up feeling like shit. Worse than shit. I was sweaty and feverish and achy all over. Yup, the fuck flu was beginning to kick my ass. Despite the fatigue, I had enough mental brain power to do a little calendar calculation in my head. I supposed it is possible that taking all of those loads from the AIDS patients at the hospice could infect me severely enough to kick in after a week. Could it? Part of me was still thinking (and maybe hoping) that it was from that first day, with that first skinny wasting man who passed me off at the bathhouse. I knew my 'hope' was a little stupid - it could have come from any of them. Or Stu or David. Or a combination. I could be carrying all of their HIV babies all at once! My stomach was rolling and my mind was spinning. Actually, that was the room. I was thinking too hard about it: I had gotten what I wanted. What was next? I really did feel like shit, but my dick was standing at full mast and I was fucking horny, knowing I was finally a part of The Brotherhood. Even though I really didn’t have the energy, I dragged my sickly ass out of bed, cleaned myself up (and out), pulled on a jock strap, a pair of nylon trackies and a tee shirt, then headed out. I wanted to go back to where it all began. So I hopped a cab just outside of my building. The cabbie kept eyeing me in the rear view mirror and after a minute or so kindly asked “You feeling alright, buddy?” “I’m, uh, just a little under the weather,” I replied, "but nothing to worry about. I’m on my way to get a little more . . . medicine.” He dropped me off at the corner and I walked the few doors down to the black door of the hidden bathhouse. I carefully made my way down the stairs, praying that my legs would hold me up all the way down. The same guy was behind the desk and I slipped him the entrance fee. He squinted at me. He knew. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered just what answer was the right one in these circumstances. T o hell with it. “Fuck flu,” I blurted out. Just then out came the first guy from that first time, the frail and sick looking one. He was smiling at me, and his cock stood mighty and hard. “Time to finish what we started,” he said in a husky voice. He didn’t give me time to undress or find somewhere more comfortable to fuck. He simply pulled me around the corner, yanked my pants down and entered my ass, slam-fucking me hard, with only the precum from his big cock as lube. I was too exhausted to make much of a fuss over the discomfort, and besides, it always feels great to have a man up in my hole, even if it was, on occasion, a literal pain in the ass. For such a slight looking man, his hands gripped my hips quite strongly, his bony fingers digging into me while his big bone dug into my greedy fuck hole. He slammed into me hard, really hard, clearly trying to tear me up inside so that he could ensure a clear path of travel for his potent toxic seed to enter into me again. I closed my eyes for a minute, basking in the hypnotic sound of our skin smacking into one another again and again. I could have died right then and there and would have been one happy pig. He pounded my insides to mush, and he was sweating quite a bit and breathing hard, so I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer. His grip on my hips grew painful as he growled like some sort of wounded animal, his cock swelling inside of me and depositing his viral load into me once again, most certainly impregnating me. He remained in side my ass until his cock grew soft and slid out of my wet and sloppy hole on its own accord. Reaching down, the guy reached down and massaged the cum that had leaked out into my swollen and tender ass. I had expected the other guys who had come to watch to step up and take their turns on me but, much to my disappointment, they didn’t. Instead, he pulled my pants back into place and led me out front where he put his clothes on and guided me back the way I’d come. Turning to him I asked “What’s going on?” “I’ve got something special in mind for you,” he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. Well my initial disappointment vanished instantly and my cock sprang back to life. We took our time slowly ascended the stairs up to street level. I think that we both felt like shit, but somehow we both walked unhindered, and he guided me to a nearby park. I had been by here before but usually avoided it, having seen some of the wasted burn-out types who hung out there all the time. After having been used like a whore as I have been lately, I knew now that I was in no position to judge them. It also occurred to me that I still didn’t know the guy's name but I was following him around like a lost puppy. And he seemed to know a lot of the guys we passed. Perhaps he was one of them. I wondered if that was how he got infected, sharing needles or something. “You think you’ve gone down the rabbit hole? ou've only just stepped through the entrance,” he commented, smirking. “I can tell that you are not the type of pig who will be satisfied until you’re completely degraded and trashed.” My mind was telling me that I didn’t like the sounds of that, but I couldn’t ignore the enormous tent sticking out in front of my pants. Damn this thing sometimes! “We could have stayed at the bathhouse and let all of those guys used you again. But let's face it - been there, done that. You need something new, don’t you? Something . . . more? My heart was pounding hard and my breathing was already more of a pant. How did this guy get into my head like that? I just nodded at him, knowing that everything he said about me was right. I would trust that he would know just what it would take to satisfy my inner pig. He finally stopped at a group of some seven guys, all looking really rough and tough. They didn’t look to be homeless, just really sort of seedy looking. I guess they were just hanging out looking for something to do. Or some-ONE. He pulled one guy away and spoke very quietly to him for several minutes. Every so often they would both look over at me, and the man he was talking to would raise his eyebrows sometimes or smirk at me. When they finished whispering, they both looked at me and said, “Let’s go,” and I, along with the others, walked over to a beat up old van at the other end of the park. It was filthy inside and the back had no seats. One of the guys, a big man who was real hairy bear, grabbed hold of me and pulled me to his lap. “Why don’t you sit on me until we get there?” he growled into my ear. I figured ‘Fine, I’m sure his lap is much more comfortable than the floor’, so I smiled at him. “Well go ahead, lose the pants,” he snapped at me. Duh, he really wanted me to sit on him! Also fine by me, so I stood and shucked off my pants, and then straddled his lap, working his already hard cock out of his pants. One load in my hole helped get his fat uncut cock into my hungry hole. And I do mean fat. He wasn’t longer than seven inches, but he had to be more than that around! I fucking loved feeling his cock stretch my hole open wide. I leaned my head back and smiled to myself, not even particularly aware of the other guys watching me. Only his cock and my hole. He started talking to me, so I snapped out of my personal daze and looked at his face. He was actually quite handsome. I have always loved a bear. He didn’t look skinny enough to be a junkie, not that I had much experience. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to substances. “You are a good little whore, aren’t ya'?” he asked, adding “Fuck, your ass feels good on my cock. I’m going to enjoy using you plenty,” he growled as he thrust his hips up to get as much of his cock into my hole as was possible. He continued to growl and rut up into my lusting hole, but after a few minutes I tuned into the other guys complaining to him that he was hogging the hole. Evidently they all wanted their turn. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get off,” he said to me, shoving me off of his still throbbing dick. My friend who had brought me to these guys was sitting up front with the driver and one other man, so that left me in the back with four guys other than the one who had already been in me. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.... I didn’t have to bother choosing between them, as the first guy nearest me tossed me down to me knees, shuffled on his knees behind me and hammered his dick balls deep inside me. I howled from the shock of it. He wasn’t all that big, but I wasn’t wide open and gaping just yet so my hole needed to adjust to the sudden invasion. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled, ramming into me over and over again. He pounded me like this for just a couple of minutes and then I was dragged onto the next guy, and the next and the next. By this time my hole had loosened up good and was feeling really sloppy. Also by this time we had reached our destination. The van stopped and the side door slid wide open, exposing me in all of my nakedness to anyone who might pass by. The man who I now recognized as the leader of the group (and the driver of the van) grabbed my clothes from the floor of the van and just nodded his head in the direction of the house where we were parked. Luckily as I peeked out I couldn’t see any other houses in close proximity, so I didn’t have to worry about making the naked sprint to the front door. I could feel cum from my first fuck (plus all of their precum and surely some blood) trickling down the insides of my legs as I walked, and my cock got stiffer. Something about feeling cum running down my legs reminds me that I was a whore, which excited me more than ever. They led me down to a rough and unfinished basement, with little in the way of furniture. Or light, for that matter. Just a beat up old sofa, a few folding chairs, and some exposed metal posts and wooden beams. Charming. The leader suddenly grabbed my hands and in a flash, before I could register what was happening, he had me chained to one of the metal posts in the middle of the room. From there he sauntered over to a dark corner where I heard him dragging something. Then he and one of the other guys picked it up -looked to me like they’d build their own fuck bench. Two of the other guys took hold of my legs and lifted me up in the air, which made me feel very much like a frog: arms out in front of me, legs back and splayed, stomach facing down. The fuck bench was slid in place under me and I was set down on top of it. “This’ll be your home until we’re done with you,” the leader said, patting the bench. “Almost all of us have had a turn in you, but not quite. But as none of us have unloaded in you yet, we‘ve got some work ahead of us.” With that, I could hear him unbuckling his pants and saw him kick them off to the side. He entered me and took hold of my hips while he took his time in me. It was a very good fuck, not rough, but not slow and tender either. Just good quality dick in a hungry pig hole. He had stamina, too. He kept it up for a good 20-30 minutes and wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Another 10 minutes and he leaned himself down on top of me so he could whisper in my ear. “I just got back from Cuba a couple of months ago. I brought something back with me . . . and it didn't come from the duty-free,” he told me, in a cross between a whisper and a growl, his breath so hot and stimulating against my ear. I felt an instant rush slam through my body. This guy was seriously telling me that he was a carrier of the Cuban strain? I felt a moment of panic, but shoved it down just as quickly. It was what it was. I was a cumwhore, made to take loads - all of them. And I had heard many guys were deliberately seeking out the deadly and untreatable Cuban strain. "Please, fill me with you poison seed!" I yelled. "Come on, knock me up with that toxic cum!!" “Here it cums, slut, my fucking deadly cum going inside you,” he growled in my ear as I felt him tense and his cock expanded and exploded inside me, filling me with his intensely viral seed. My balls exploded at that exact moment, emptying into my mesh jock strap and leaking out in a puddle beneath me. I just dropped my head, moaned through our simultaneous orgasms, and revelled in the entire feeling of freedom and pig sex that had eluded me my entire life. Now I was the way I was meant to be. Over the course of the next couple of hours the guys all had their turns on me, and I learned that they met at a special clinic that was studying the most deadly and untreatable of all HIV strains out there. And they all came together to combine their DNA into some seriously effective and highly toxic strain of HIV. Inside of my body. Yes, the terror was still there, but it didn’t stamp out the sheer lust and thrill that consumed me. I was a bitch in heat now, and no deadly strain was going to stop me from being the biggest cumwhore I could possibly be. The guys actually kept me there for a couple of days, letting me move around freely only long enough to stretch my legs and to rehydrate. No food. I was fucked beyond fucked. My asshole was now a permanently gaping sloppy cavern, and the guys could just dive balls deep into me with not even a flinch from me. I could still feel them inside of me, but I’d been stretched and torn up enough to be able to accommodate anything. But it was that Cuban load that really opened the floodgates to all of the depravity that I experienced over the course of those couple of days. Maybe I’ll get into a little more detail . . .

A couple of months back, I had recently turned 26 and I was looking to be a little more socially responsible. I wanted to be able to help those in need by sharing my talents and strengths. Being gay myself, I thought that volunteering at the local AIDS Hospice would be a good way for me to do that. I called and spoke with Brian, the director, and he suggested that I come in and tour the place to see if I thought that I would fit in. On the day of my interview I showed up full of anticipation. Brian had me fill out an application and then gave me a tour of the place. There were a dozen men currently living there, all in different stages of being affected by the virus. Some guys looked completely healthy and others were more visibly ill. When the tour concluded, Brian suggested that I spend some time with one of the residents. He walked me down the hall and knocked on the bedroom door at the end. When it opened, Brian said, “Hiya, Francis! I’ve given Alex here the grand tour. I think he likes the place. Could you, maybe, give him the lowdown on living here? You know…an insider’s viewpoint.” I should tell you about Francis. He was my height and very thin. He obviously had lost a lot of weight. His sweatpants hung from his bony hips. What appeared to be a pretty sizable cock bobbed enticingly against the grey fleece material. His tank top loosely covered his torso. His face was still quite handsome…gaunt but cheerful. Francis always had a smile…at least for me. Francis invited me into his room. There were no chairs so he had me sit on his bed and he sat down next to me. “So,” he said, “do you like the place? You thinking of working here?” I told him that I was impressed with the setup. “Brian said I could start out working the overnight awake shift. I’d be alone but, he told me not to be concerned because nothing much ever happens during those hours. I’m sure I could handle the work. You know…I’ve always wanted to be in a job where I could be of service!” Francis told me about his fellow house mates. He made a point of reminding me that these weren’t just patients. They were flesh and blood men with wants and needs of their own. I responded that, if I worked there, I’d do anything I could to improve their day to day lives. Of course, I ended up taking the job. I started the following week and, on my first night, after everyone else was settled in for the night, I rapped on Francis’ door and poked my head in. “Hey!” he called out. “Come on in!” He was just wearing an old frayed bathrobe that dangled from his skinny frame. He got up and joined me in sitting on the edge of his bed. I told him that I was just checking to make sure he was set for the night. “Thanks!” he said. “That’s real thoughtful of you, Alex! I like you! In fact…I like you A LOT!” With that, he leaned over and brushed his lips against mine. Without much thought, I kissed him back. His hand caressed my knee. “Remember?” he said. “Remember when you told me that you wanted to be of service to the residents here?” “Sure!” I said. He continued. “When we found out you were coming to work here, we all talked it over. Now…I could tell you what we need most…but here, let me show you.” That said, he put his hands on my shoulders and guided me back onto the bed. He followed me down so he that was laying on top of me. His sunken chest pressed against me. His lips locked on to mine. At the same time his hand slid over my crotch and began a gentle squeezing. “We may be sick…but we’re MEN, you know. Men with NEEDS. And right now, Alex, I need YOU!” I wasn’t sure how far Francis was going to go with this but I didn’t mind making out with him. Like I said…he was a good-looking guy and his urgency was contagious. How could I say no? He opened the drawer on his bedside table and took out a small bottle. “Here, Baby…take a hit of my poppers here!” They must have been fresh and, whatever they were, they were awfully strong. My mind spun off into the void. I was utterly relaxed and felt an indescribable bliss. I was remotely aware that my pants and briefs were getting tugged down off me. When I began to re-focus, I realized that his hand was tugging and stroking my dick which, naturally, began to swell and harden. “Take some more!” his voice said and off I went again. When my vision cleared, there stood Francis, between my legs, raising my legs up to his shoulders. His bathrobe had parted, revealing a stiff cock that was already dripping toxic goo. He leaned close. “And AGAIN!” the voice commanded. He held the bottle in place so that I had to take 4 or 5 breaths of the heady vapors. That really sent me to the moon. Fucking heavenly! As I returned to earth, I became aware of a rocking motion. The cause was soon apparent. Francis had entered me and was thrusting forcefully against my upturned ass. I could feel his cock sawing back and forth. His speed increased and his breathing grew ragged “FUCK! HERE I COME!” he shouted as he pushed into me one last time and held himself in place, his cock spasming repeatedly. Although he had emptied his balls deep inside me, he didn’t withdraw, opting to stay on top of me, his dick plugging my hole. “Come on, Baby! Let’s give my seed time to latch on…start to grow in you. I kinda wanna be the one that knocks you up!” As we lay there, he explained that all the men in the hospice had decided that what they needed most was for someone like me to be their willing partner whenever they wanted to breed. Most of them felt shunned by society and hadn’t been able to fuck a bottom like me in a long, long time. They wanted to be able to use me during the night hours as they would a lover. They wanted someone that wouldn’t say no to receiving their dirty seed! Francis asked, “Are you willing to do this for us?” Again, how could I say no? That was several months ago. Since then, some residents have died and new ones have replaced them, but night after night I’m there to service them…my 12 Poz Lovers.

Pride is celebrated every year as a protest against the Stonewall Inn incident. The intent is to stop spread of hatred. However over years, infections spike around the Pride parade. Is this responsible? I am aware of "its freedom" and " it's my body" etc. arguments. I am interested in knowing more socially responsible comments. There is definitely a disconnect between the intent behind Pride and using the occasion to be socially irresponsible. Why can't we use this occasion to solemnly remember those who were the victims of hate crimes and 1980s AIDS epidemic in the community and reassure ourselves of how we have evolved over time? It may sound philosophical but in my opinion it's better than a can of crisco. Your thoughts please.

I went 14 months with an undiagnosed LGV infection and saw 16 doctors until it was finally diagnosed. You don’t want to go through living hell like I had to endure. Get on doxycycline for 21 days. ASAP

My Poz story It had taken me a long time to finally decided what It was I to do and be. It was on this day I found both and more. This story is true for the most part and let’s says I didn’t know back then what I was truly being offered. I was eighteen years old young dumb and usual full of cum I got myself a job working on a drilling crew most of the crews where of older guys that really can turn me on my fuck hole never twitched I know a good bottom and should take it load. But I was the new guy and I decided to see how things went, it wasn’t until my third trip out a found myself at a very remote mine site and was told that the call was gay. I think it was supposed to frighten me, but instead I wondered if I could get a load. I looked over the cook and decided that any cock would do, and I was also totally surprised with the bodies of the guys that I would to spend the next six weeks with that were fucking hot really. The mornings We’re very cold and so you put on a few layers of clothing to keep warm, but by lunch time the temperature had risen to my great delight bull that they were now wearing were each a tight, pair of shorts, I could see the outline of their beautiful, cocks. As I was working I would dream of each one of them taking my ass in tern and fucking me hard. This day was one of the hottest we had so far faced; we had some real hot ones like 480 C but today was 520 C in the shade but there was none, only the small amount that our drill rig produced. Base camp was about a twenty minute drive from our location across a searing aussy desert to a small slice of paradise in the unforgiving land. My job that’s easy, I had to get to camp and get what I was told were essential supplies this being an ice cream each a two litre coke and a small black bag That one of the guys said would make the afternoon fun. I didn’t’t know then the fun that could be had on poppers. I arrived back at the drill rig and didn’t notice it first that both men will now naked and were both sporting good size cocks. I was in bottom heaven here I was being offered two 8” cock to suck, I was hoping for more I wanted to feel each one deep inside me working his load into the walls of my ass. I was asked had ever been fucked? And would I like to try I had been with a few of my school mates but they never had cocks like I was looking at now. One of my work makes placed his cock near my lips and I took no more prompting and I started to suck with all my abilities I didn’t have many but I was told I was able to really suck,cock well. I licked with envy these low hanging balls I love guys that have low hanging swinging balls that slap against my chin. While the guy fucking my face the other came up behind and asked was I ready to take a real man’s cock I could already feel his tongue darting in and out of my tight hole. all I could say was yer fuck me, I really didn’t know what I was going to happened but I had always dreamed of something like this I wasn’t going to stop myself now. I had never tried poppers’ before and as I inhaled he shoved the bottle under my nose I’d took a big breath in and he blocked off one side of my nose, he made me hold my breath until I could no longer I immediately inhaled and he blocked the other side of my nose and I inhaled another fresh do of poppers, again he made me hold my breath until I was sure I was going to pass out I remember he said something about once he starts he doesn’t stop you also didn’t like rubber and the next thing I remember is this great burning, shooting pain like I had never felt before. I wanted him to stop but all my body and mouth could say was fuck me harder. I wanted to work through the pain as I had read on the net that once it goes there is nothing greater than enjoying a man’s cock fucking you hard balls deep. And yes it took a little while but when the pain: was gone I was in pig heaven, I didn’t’t realize how much I would enjoy being someone’s fuck toy and wanting to feel their load being deposited deep inside me. It is I have to say this point he leaned forward and asked did I want his gift and of course unknowing want this meant I agreed in fact he told me to beg for it, he told me he was going to rip my in sides apart so his gift, his babies, his seed, my new life could begin, I needed another toke on the poppers to keep my hole just right for my top who is now piston fucking while I was begging him to seed my hole and home feeling his cock enlarge inside me to almost believe it to a steel cock almost 9.2” long if he can’t be far off I can feel he tense up and then feel his warm toxic AIDS poison load being worked deep in my guts. I was told I would be in pain but a good pain for several days ( yer ) coz he had ripped up my guts ploughed me deep so his AIDS babies could grow in my body his seed. I did not understand what he meant I wanted HIV babies not AIDS babies. It’s not until they swapped places and I start to suck his cock to taste and see the amount of blood and cum on his,cock and the spiked PA not a huge one but one big enough to do the right amount of damage to help poz me, and the bio hazard tat right above his cock. I knew what the bio symbol meant, but not as a tat, But I was going to learn. If this what day one was like I was looking forward to going to work for the next six weeks being ripped and breed I would become poz and so much more. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi guys this is my first attempt in writing any thing like this please let me know what you think. If its ok I have more. Cheers Aussie-vers

That's what December 1st is for. Also, AIDS was unknown in 1970, when the first Pride march was held. Your request for "socially responsible comments" is homophobic. I suggest you learn about the consequences of sexual repression and the sexual revolution more broadly.

Top notch

Fuck YES! Oh, how I would love to live in a situation like this!!!

Can anyone self fuck or have any experience trying it? I've been able to do it for 5+ years though I don't do it that often. I have cum in my self multiple times. Wanting to try it while getting bred by another cock, that would be super hot. You can find an old vid and a new vid of me doing it at my Xtube page.

Barenekkid, I agree with on every point! So many CUM-my advantages of bathhouses, especially of Steamworks Toronto where I go regularly!! Oink!

The first thing to do is sit yourself down and have a long, honest, internal talk about what it is you’re looking for in your life. Nobody gets to have it all - to get something, you may have to compromise on something else. The question then becomes, is that thing worth the compromise to you? It’s not at all surprising that you would have difficulty finding a committed partner while you live a cumdump life; you are not exposing yourself to a community of men who place a high value on that kind of relationship. As a cumdump myself, I sometimes think about the type of men who would go to a budget hotel room and fuck a man they’ve never met, know nothing about, and will probably never see again. They are a distinct subset of the male population - a minority - of Men predisposed to view us as convenient at best, at worst, objects on which to vent their rage. They do not come to us looking for a life companion. Quite the opposite - we attract them because they can immediately walk away as soon as their sexual appetite is sated. The other side of the coin is the type of man who wants a life companion. He doesn’t look for him among the cumdumps, for a number of reasons, perhaps chief among them being that he is looking for someone who will commit to a one-to-one relationship that values him above all others. This may not mean monogamy (he may want to play too) but a cumdump is the living definition of “uncommitted”. He isn’t going to want to share you that freely because to him it will illustrate that you don’t value the relationship. It’s possible you could find someone willing to be your boyfriend who is a dominant Top who whores you out and shares you with his friends, neighbors, and the homeless under the bridge. But even he isn’t going to want to let you cumdump around on your own, because in his mind, you will be his. As in his to control. And that probably isn’t going to be a healthy relationship in the long run. It seems most likely that in order to achieve and maintain a stable, long-term relationship, you may have to compromise on your ability to do anon cumdumping, unless and until you have built up enough trust with your partner that he is okay with it at some level. All this said, I’m sure there are guys on here who are making it work somehow and will have different, and probably better, advice. I’m pretty much talking out my ass anyway (and why not, I do a lot of other things with my ass) because I know I’m not relationship material and am not going to ever end up with a boyfriend. In any case, best of luck with your aspirations.

Fuck, I hope not. LITO CRUZ is one of the hottest men in porn. I'd bottom for him and let him give me an ass destroying fuck ! What a way to go out. One fantasy would be to be slammed, and have LITO just fuck the shit out of me. He gets rough in some of his films and that's just the way this pig needs it.

There have been a few threads in here asking about your first time barebacking. Mine first bareback experience – indeed my first fuck - came in 1981 at the Club Bath on West Ninth Street in Cleveland – long since closed for public pressure, urban renewal or name the reason. Club Bath was a great place. Three stories. Rooms on each level. A small playroom on the top floor. A huge orgy room in the basement. I went almost every Friday night after I got off work at 11 p.m. The place started hopping around midnight. Bath houses were happening places in the late ‘70s and early ‘80s. One night in particular, I paid my fee, got a locker, stripped, grabbed a towel and headed for the steam bath. I loved the steam bath. A couple of minutes after I entered, a guy came in and stripped his towel off. He was in great shape, sandy blond hair and between his legs was a soft baseball bat. He sat on the level just above me. I looked over my shoulder. His cock started to twitch as he grabbed it a few times. It was at least 8 inches, with the greatest mushroom head I had ever seen, attached to big swinging balls. It was the most perfectly shaped cock I had ever laid eyes on – and truthfully, the best since. I was a bit shy but pretty soon my hand moved to his leg and his balls, then his cock. He got hard. Really hard. My hand could wrap about two-thirds around the girth. I moved my lips to engulf the head. It was spongy on top of that rock-hard cock. I started to move down the shaft, though I did not get far. I came up for air, and he got up, put his towel in and moved elsewhere in the club to have his cock worshipped. After that, I repeated the session almost weekly. Each time i got a little more in my mouth and enjoyed his cock longer. Finally, one night, he shot a huge load down my throat. He patted me on the head, smiled and left. At the same time, I had imagined getting fucked. I practiced with dildos and vibrators, and often thought about it but did not muster the desire into action. Then came the day that I decided to go on the hunt. I chose a quiet Sunday afternoon as I did not want to wall-to-wall people of a Friday night. I went into the narrow entranceway, paid for a room, purchased lube and locked my valuables away. Once in room, I stripped, applied some lube, wrapped my midsection with a towel and made my way through the club. Of course, I ended up heading for my favorite place. I hung my towel and opened the steam room door, and there he was, Mr. Perfect Cock (I would later learn he was Wes). He was in his usual perch in the upper bench so I walked I over, got on the bench in front and went immediately for his cock. He moaned and I was happy. After a few minutes, I looked up and invited him to my room. Once we got to the room, we dropped our towels and started to explore each other. He kissed diwn my body and took my much smaller cock in his mouth. He grabbed my ass and as his hands moved around, he felt the lube. I almost froze at the thought that I turned him off. Instead, he began to slowly move his fingers toward my hole and began to move one, then two fingers slowly in and out, taking time to ritate them. We moved to the bed (a thin mattress on a wooden block frame), and continued exploring. I looked hom in the eye and said, “I want to try fucking.” His reaction was to smile and begin massaging me, paying particular attention to my ass as I fondled his cock, which was a hard as a baseball bat. He lubed his cock and added more lube to my ass. He then rubbed his cock all over my chest and stomach before turning me over. He climbed atop me and rubbed his cock gently on my ass. He stopped to re-lube me and he started to rub again. He was driving me wild. It was erotic. Finally, his cock pressed against my opening. He slowly inserted the head into me before backing out. How he stayed so hard was amazing. But he continued to work into me. Then, with no warning, he started to slowly insert more of his cock. There was resistance but then I felt him pass that second spincter – an amazing thing. Each time he pulled out, more went back in until his balls were against my ass. I was in agony and excited as hell. I felt like expelling him from my ass but I started to crave more. The pain was searing but the excitement was even greater. He asked softly if I was OK. “Yes,” was my simple reply. Each time he pulled out, I felt empty and pushed back to grab his cock with me ass. “Oh, you are tight,” he said. Then, just as suddenly as it hurt, a save of intense pleasure took over my body. Finally, I said in a intense voice that sounded like another person, “Fuck me. Fuck me.” He started to increase the pace, pulling back and then aiming for the bottom of my ass as he plunged his cock to his balls. (I later figured that he was perfectly hitting my prostate.) With each plunge, I could feel the urge to cum. He then pulled out had me flip over to my back. “I want you to see me cumming,” he hissed. With my legs pushed back, he started to fuck even harder. From that angle, his cock seemed six inches longer. This time, with upward thrusts he hit prostate. Oh, I remember how much I loved what was happening. Suddenly, he plunged hard and held still. He was cumming. And I mean cumming. His cock was twitching as he pumped me full of his load. After the finished, he grabbed my cock and I came almost immediately. There was no doubt that I was a confirmed bottom. Foe the next several months, we fucked weekly baths. By about the third fuck, I actually shot hands free from just being fucked. Did not happen all the time but enough that it was intense and over-the-top great. Later in the year, I was transferred to Atlanta, I think about Wes often.

I looked up at the club doors and was so excited and scared at what was to happen. I walked in the double doors to the club and went to the fron desk and presented my ID. The man behind the front desk was a hulking god of a figure with a broad muscled chest and a rippling eight pack that glistened with the oil that was rubbed all over his body. His chest was encased in a neon red harness showing off his strong pecs and pierced nipples. My mouth watered at his sight and felt myself hard as a rock and I imagined how large his cock was and how many places and positions he would fuck me in. I noticed a bio-hazard tattoo on his ribs and didn't think anything of it just that it looked well on him. He caught me staring and I could feel myself blushing as I looked away. He laughed at me and told me not to worry that everyone loves to look at his body. Once I was signed in he walked around to inspect me that I followed the requests that were told to me. He pushed me against the wall and pulled down my shorts and inserted one of his fingers to make sure I was cleaned out. I told him to be careful that I might get too close to cumming if he kept that up for much longer. Once the inspection was over I thought that would be all and I would be let in to start my first night as an adult but then I felt a sting go into my arm and then I fell into the void of sleep. (present night) Seeing all of these men on the dance floor got me so hot and horned up. I tried to pull on the restraints but they didn't budge and I was a but afraid as to why I was chained in this cage instead of being bent over and being plowed at both ends like many of the guys in front of me. I was removed from my cage and then re chained up on the stage of the club in the same position. The guy from the front desk came up onto the stage and the music was signaled to be stopped. "Pigs, slaves, and all other perverts please come around we have something special for the night." So many of them circled the stage now and most didn't stop fucking or getting their cocks sucked but still paid attention. "This one here has come for a special time tonight for his 18th birthday party and you all know what that means." The audience applauded and started to call out and whistle at me. On top of that he has informed me that he is still a virgin in all departments as a bonus." "He has been cleaned out and prepped for the night and now it is time for the start of the auction for his neg cherry." When he said neg cherry I started to put two and two together and understood what his tattoo meant and I started to get scared. I knew I wanted to be barebacked but I didn't think I would be in a position where I would get any stds right from the beginning and now I am here being told that it was going to happen and I started to say I didn't want this anymore and I wanted to be let go. The guy from the front came over to me and reminded me that I signed the clubs documents to be let in and It was my own fault that I didn't read it and saw that it said that I am agreeing that being this is a well know HIV positive location that only allows bareback sex on the grounds that I will be help responsible for any and all STDS I might catch while here. He bent down and whispered in my ear "don't worry boy after getting started you're going to be begging for all of the poz cum to infect you so much you'll never want it to stop." He walked behind me and slid another one of his strong fingers into my ass and made me yelp. I didn't know that he had laced his fingers with lubed mixed with Tina and I started to squirm when It started to burn. He went back to the microphone and addressed the crowd again. "Alright guys lets get this show on the rode now the bidding will start at $100." All I could do is squirm more as the Tina was still driving me nuts as I saw many men placing their bids to make me their pozzed boy. The bidding slowed down some when they reached $3,000 for me but this god of a man spiced up the bidding by adding something to it. "For the winning bidder we will throw in a free bio-hazard to be put wherever you want on him." That drove the bidding up again and it finally ended with the winning bid of $6,000. I didn't see who the winning bidder was and was in utter shock when he walked on stage to claim me and then I saw that it was my own father. I couldn't believe what was going on that he was the one who won me and was now wanting to fuck me and poz me. The crowd cheered him on as my restraints we let loose and he started to grab me all over. He whispered in my ear telling me how he knew where I was going and he had been monitoring me and making sure through my life that I would be skinny whilst pinching my nipples. He whispered that I was from his last neg load that he collected and put into my mother before he got pozzed so she wouldn't. He was done talking and caried me to the nearest flat surface and bent me over it to where he had a nice cleat view of my pink about to be pozzed hole. I felt his breath as he blew onto my hole causing it to twitch something fierce and it led up to my father sticking his tongue straight into my hole. He came up for a breath after what felt like 10 minuets of him ravaging my hole and told the group watching that anyone is welcome to throat fuck me as he took my virgin hole with his cock. He walked around to my face first to let me slobber on his cock before he fucked me saying that it would be the only lube to be put on his cock so I would be wise to really get it wet. His cock was the biggest I have ever seen and the only one I have seen with a spiked PA at the head and his bio-hazard tattoo on the length of his cock. I slobbered all over his cock trying to get as much saliva on it as I could but I knew that it was still going to hurt no mater what I did so I tried to prepare as much as I could for it. My father went back around to my ass and started to slide his cock up and down my crack and another man came to my front holding a little brown bottle under my nose and telling me to inhale deeply. I did and as my head started to swim I could feel my dad shove his cock into my hole with so much force I almost fell off of the couch and screamed in pain. I knew I would be sore and bleeding for a while but thankful once he was in at full hilt he stood there for a moment and let me adjust to his spear of a cock. He rubbed his finger around his cock and held it to my face so I could see some of my blood on it and he laughed saying that I was defiantly going to be infected now. With that he started to thrust into my now de virginized hole and the man with the brown bottle appeared again and let me take another hit before shoving his own slab of cock into my throat. My dad and this man leaned in without missing a beat of them fucking me and started to make out with each other. They both started to pick up the pace of their fucking and the man fucking my throat informed me about getting a nice viral load down my throat just as my father said the same thing about getting his in my ass. Both men managed to cum at the same time and the feeling of the warm poz cum shooting down my throat and in my ass it caused me to cum as well. When they both grew soft and finished panting they withdrew from me leaving me sore at both ends and I didn't see that there was a small bowl underneath my cock full of my cum. My father told me that it was my last neg load and that it would fetch a nice price for all these pigs to have a virgin's last neg load. He walked away with the bowl in hand to the god of a man that was at the door and auctined me off but not before anouncing to the crowd around me that my ass was now fair game to any who wants it.

Would experiencing Schadenfreude encompass situations in which I have inflicted the damage? I thought it had to be a matter of happenstance. In principle, I see little difference from paddling a boy's behind until he can't sit down or slapping a bitch while you're fucking him/her. There's no direct justification for the pain and violence, but I enjoy it (and the victim might also). I think this response is partly conditioned. When I was younger, I encountered a string of boys who begged me to fuck them hard, then screamed bloody murder at the first twinge of pain. As a convinced non-rapist, I withdrew immediately at their insistence. I was not being rough at that point. Perhaps my penis has a naturally cruel geometry, but I rather think these boys just failed to understand the inherent difficulties of rectal intercourse. For most receivers, it is usually going to hurt a bit for some time. It's just a built-in fact of the misused anatomy involved. I knew it to be the case because I had given my cunt to a number of superior men and understood that the pain of entry was the price I paid for the privilege of serving them, having them bodily inside me, and basking in the glory of their animal breeding power. These recalcitrant boys weren't deliberate cockteases, but as a worshipper of men myself, I found their devotion to male dominance and pleasure lacking. Their self-regard offended my instinctive sense of the penis as the axis of the universe. They had carelessly disregarded the natural law that I embodied. They did not apologize and were not repentant. I could not forgive them and yet I could also not punish them or push them onto the path of righteousness. These frustrations injected a bitter note into my sexual mindset. Anger became part of my male arousal patterns, and I began to be attracted to phallic rage in other men as well. I came to understand violence as a central component of maleness. It powers the hardest erections, drives the most vigorous thrusting, and propels infinitely pleasurable releases of seed that are miraculous to experience and awesome to behold. Penetration is the largest natural component of a meaningful life for a man, and it is inescapably violent. I agree with the radical feminists who say that a penis is a weapon. Only, I'm glad of the fact, while their enthusiasm for male hegemony is somewhat less in evidence. A better man would have carefully set these thoughts aside, but as a habitual follower of my nose (and other protuberances), I began to seek out boys who claimed to be more reverent. I.e., they would shut up and take it. Mostly this quest failed, as I resembled them too much physically, whatever the dark corners of my soul. They wanted men who looked as rough as they fucked. I couldn't compete well in that arena. Nevertheless, I did encounter a few who genuinely wanted to be taken hard. They openly encouraged my sexual hostility and one even asked to be immobilized so that he could not escape. That one bled profusely. It was both unbelievably exciting and frightening. AIDS was killing fags around me every day. The tyranny of the condom was firmly in place, so I was nominally protected, but it was still a shock to see my cock covered in his gore. I realize now that he was using my dick as a tool for his self-destruction, but the deed was done and bloodlust was instantly added to the many layers of my unreconstructed perversion. Other willing victims bled much less or not visibly, typically a pretty drop or two in the toilet, floating in the lubricant. Those injuries were consistent with my own experience as cunt: rectal fucking occasionally leads to obvious rectal bleeding, and there's generally no problem as long as it's a small quantity, stops within a day or two, and no other symptoms arise. It's as healthy as anyone can reasonably expect an egregious assault on the colon to be. If you can't accept the terms of this compromise, then you shouldn't be offering men your digestive tract as a substitute for a vagina. I don't think I generally fuck differently from other men. I'm just more likely to appreciate the beauty of those difficult moments when the boy's body tenses and he throws back his head in shock at his predicament. I will stop thrusting at that point to let his cunt adjust to me (unless he has explicitly invited me to sadism). But I will not pull out of him of my own accord. I believe that he has a moral obligation to satisfy me and I will not deny him the opportunity to fulfill the duty that he has willingly undertaken. He should think of coitus interruptus as the last resort. My fuck should be a sacred rite to him and interfering with my pleasure should be a sacrilege. Or he's the wrong boy.

A while back I found this 21 year old twink on Grindr who had a profile pic of him in cut off jean shorts. I messaged him and we chatted back and forth a bit and he agreed to meet me so I drove to pick him up. When he came out of his house he was wearing the same short as in the picture because I had commented on how sexy they were. He got in and I drove him back to my place. Fortunately it was late at night because I was a bit nervous about anyone seeing us, because in that outfit, it was pretty obvious what we were up to. We got into my house and into my bedroom, and we chatted a bit before we started kissing. He had on a short sleeve flannel (I love slowly unbuttoning those off of a guy) that I got off of him, and I pulled the short shorts off him revealing a cute little jock strap that barely contained a thick 7 inch cock. I got undressed and he started to suck me off for a bit until I flipped him over and started rimming out his tight little hole. I got him nice and wet and lubed up my cock and sank it balls deep into him, bare of course. I fucked him for about 10 minutes and he jerked himself to orgasm and shot a sizable load on my bed. His cock went soft and we cuddled a bit chatting and kissing, and he got hard again. Now everything about him screamed total bottom, but I can't pass up the chance to get a great cock in my hole. I asked if I could ride it and he agreed, so I lubed him up and slid down on his bare 7 inch cock. He proceeded to fuck me as well as any top, flipping me face down or on my back, whatever he wanted. My legs were up on his shoulders when he shot his second load deep inside my ass. I hadn't cum once yet so he pulled out and then flipped over on his back and put his feet up in the air exposing his hole to me. He told me I could fuck him til I came. I put his legs on my shoulders and sank back into him and started fucking, and he got hard AGAIN. I went about 5 minutes more fucking him and told him I was cumming and shot my load into him just as he had a third orgasm. We cleaned up and I drove him back to his place before the sun came. I absolutely love it when a guy has more than one orgasm in a session.

Was very horny earlier and decided to go and check out the public toilets in the local park, it’s rarely used by guys that aren’t cottaging. When I arrived there were 2 guys, one older guy about late 60’s the other was mid 30’s stocky muscular build, he looked like a tradie of some kind. I stood at the urinal that was free between them & took a glance to my left at the older guy who was sliding his foreskin back & forth over his huge bell end which was enormous, he was rock hard, about 7”. I looked right to the other guy who was stroking his very impressive semi, he then reached in & pulled out his big hairy balls! I cupped his balls & had a gently tug on his dick which got nice & hard, I put my left hand out & the older guy obliged and came closer so I could tug on him too. I then asked if either or both were up for breeding my arse. Both were up for it so were went in one of the 2 stools. It’s an old building, the stools are brick built with a big solid wooden door. There was enough room for me to kneel on the toilet seat & them take turns in my cunthole. The old guy went in first, I could really feel his big bell end thrusting up inside me, it was smashed my p spot & making my dick drip & me groan. He didn’t last long, few minutes & he dumped a nice load in me, pulled out & left me & the other guy to get on with it. I looked back and got very horny looking at this gorgeous specimen! Jeans around his ankles, muscular hairy legs, big fat 9” uncut hairy dick & balls & a sexy hairy bell that he revealed as he pulled up his tshirt. “ smash my cunthole fella” I said & he growled as he grabbed my arse and shoved his big dick balls deep in my cum filled hole. He plowed me hard & fast occasionally spanking my arse calling me a slut. I wanted his load in me so badly so I started milking his dick as he smashed my hole. He was working my prostate hard & I felt myself getting close to cumming. Groaning loudly I told him I wanna about to cum & he smash my hole even harder! I exploded into orgasm! My dick squirting my thick cum all over the toilet & my cunthole was gripping his shaft hard in spasms! He suddenly said he was cumming & rammed his dick balls deep in me as he filled me with his cum. I clenched my hole tight when he pulled out to keep his cum in me & I got of the toilet to suck him clean.

Chapter VI We all sat around for a while talking. Not about what had just happened, only chit chat. Nigel and I could not make eye contact. Randy was even somewhat subdued. After about a half hour, Randy excused himself and left for home. Nigel and I sat around, not talking for awhile. Then we got up and headed to bed. Once we were in bed, did we start to talk about what had happened. I told him I had seen the tattoo on Randy's back the last time he was here, but had not said anything because I didn't think there would ever be a need to. Nigel told me he had not intended to do anything more than make-out a little and maybe just give Randy a handjob. He had just got carried away in the moment and when Randy had stuck his fingers up his ass he had wanted it all. When he had looked up and saw me standing there, he was going to stop, but when Randy had made me grab his cock and told me to make the decision and I had guided that beautiful cock to his entrance and pushed it in, he was lost to his lust and could not stop. We kissed then and soon fell asleep. For the next couple of days we talked very little about what had happened. We still kept in contact with Randy and did not really blame him for what had been done. We even dropped by the restaurant for supper on the third day after the deed. Randy informed us that he had found out that Justin might be interested in him. We thought that would be great. As per usual, though, Nigel and Randy could still not quit their unabashed flirting. I found myself doing the same. Randy was just too charming and hot to resist. We found ourselves inviting him over, again, this time just for drinks and talk. This time we were on for Saturday evening at about 8. This time, when Randy showed up, he had a bottle of Rum and a case of Coke. He also brought another vid for us to watch. We sat around, just talking and enjoying our drinks for a while. We didn't bring up the last time, just chitchat about nothing in particular. Of course, we were still all flirting like normal for us since Randy was so nice and so damn hot. We all had at least three quite strong drinks. Being hot as it was and drinking, none of us had on anything but shorts. It was quite apparent the between the drinks and the flirting that all of us were tenting our shorts a little and when we brought up a mention of Justin, Randy very definitely stood up tall. It was very obvious that he had the hots for his co-worker as every mention made his cock twitch in his shorts. Nigel and I found great pleasure in bringing UP the subject often. We finally decided to put in the video to see what it was like. This was probably not a good idea, but we didn't realize that until later. Like before, Randy had brought another pozzing video, This time, we all sat on the couch, with Nigel on one side of Randy and me on the other side. I kind of did this thinking it would inhibit any more play between them. The movie was actually, maybe, a little hotter than the last one. Randy leaned back and put his arms up, basically around both Nigel and me. Nigel and I found ourselves actually leaning on Randy's chest. As the movie heated up, I caught myself reaching, almost without thinking, to take ahold of Randy's cock. My hand encountered Nigel's hand already there. We quickly exchanged looks and then I looked up just in time to meet Randy leaning down and our lips met in a deep hot kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked down to see that Nigel had Randy's cock out and was sucking it. I was upset again, as this was what I had tried to avoid. I looked over a little to find that Nigel's shorts were off of him and Randy had what looked like at least three fingers buried up Nigel's ass. As I turned back, Nigel quit sucking that poz bbc and I felt Randy's hand push my head down towards his cock and I found myself opening my mouth and swallowing it into my throat even. I could taste his precum and it was delicious. I sucked it in as deep as I could, savoring it happily. I knew I should stop, but the taste and the knowledge that this was so wrong was too much for me. I then felt Randy lift me up al the way onto the couch so I was on my knees and then he tugged my shorts down and as I lifted up a little, he pulled them all the way off of me. He then caressed my ass, found my hole and pressed a finger rather roughly into me. I gasped and rose up off of his cock, but as I did so, his other hand stopped me. I looked over to see Nigel just pulling Randy's shorts all the way off of him. He then fell backwards onto the couch on his back with both legs in the air and spread wide apart. Then Randy roughly rammed three fingers up his hole, again. I sucked Randy for all I was worth, hoping to get him to cum in my mouth, as I was sure if I stopped, he would immediately have me, line up his cock to breed Nigel again with his POZ BBC. I knew I would not stop him either and would help slide it into Nigel's hole willingly. Randy's finger in my own hole quickly became two and then three of them roughly running in and out of me and scraping also at times with his fingernails. Even rough, it felt amazing and Nigel must be feeling the same as I could hear his moans of pleasure. This went on for a good twenty minutes and as I came up for a breath of air, Randy all at once pulled me across his body, twisting away from me as he did so. I had to grab around his waist with one arm and as I started to grab on with my other one, his fingers came out of my hole. He grabbed around me completely, getting ahold of my hand in his and placing them around his cock in a tight grip. His other hand came out of Nigel's hole and he was guiding his cock with my hand wrapped around it towards Nigel's hole, again. He let go of my hand and I could not stop myself from pushing it into my loved one's wide open and very red hole. I let go of Randy's cock and watched it slide in deeper and deeper until it was all in. No sooner did it bottom out than, Randy started fucking Nigel hard and fast. He also, started ramming his fingers fast and rough in my hole. I gasped and was moaning with pain and pleasure at the same time. It was wild beyond belief, watching that POZ BBC destroying my boyfriend's ass, Randy also sucking on Nigel's beautiful toes and his fingers doing magic in my hole. Randy traded back and forth kissing Nigel and I. When not kissing him, I just kept staring down at his cock pounding away at my boyfriend's hole. It was amazing, watching that huge black cock going into and out of that very pale hole. Randy kept up a fast, hard pace for a good 15 more minutes, then I could actually see his cock swell some more and his balls pull up tight and then could see his cock start to throb as he buried it deep and told Nigel he was getting another hot load of his toxic cum. As he said this, Nigel's little cock erupted too. I leaned in lapping it up off of his stomach. Then before I realized what was happening, Randy pulled his cock from Nigel's hole, flipped me onto my back, and pulling his fingers out of my hole, scraping me with his fingernails doing so, drove his still giant hard cock deep into my own hole. I had not counted on this and tried to push him off but he was too big and strong and had me pinned down. He reached down with both hands and grabbed my legs, lifting them up and apart as he bottomed out in me. I could only gasp as I had never had anything that big in me ever. Randy then leaned down and kissed me deeply as he started to fuck me hard. He broke off the kiss to look into my eyes and then Nigel was leaning in and kissing me and then asking me, doesn't that feel fantastic. I couldn't answer, but only moan with the pleasure that huge poz bbc was causing me. It seemed to go on and on forever, but was really probably a good 45 minutes. It was heaven on Earth and then Randy buried his cock deep into me, grinding hard as he whispered to me to take his hot hot hot load of cum. I felt my own cock spew out my cum onto my chest and Nigel was slurping it up and then kissing me, sharing what might be my last load of neg cum.

On Monday. Went to an outdoor cruising spot about 30 miles away. Went deep in to the bushes and saw a guy deep in the undergrowth did the normal tango of stoking cock etc and we soon sucking each over , I tried to pay with his ass and get a finger in as I was looking to fuck - he wasn't having any of it so I wished him Happy hunting and moved on. Saw a guy in the deepest part of the woods a couple of rubbish sacks and lots of lube sachets on the ground ,a great sign ! I walked up to the guy and rubbed his ass though his jeans , he unzipped my and he went to work on my cock , pulling my floppy foreskin back and sleeping over my helmet. I'm OK with oral but really I just want to fuck and load , i pulled him to his feet , turned him and pushed him against a tree and spit lubed him up. Im not sure if the lack of lube was an issue , but he took it like a man (can't stand whimpering fags who want to control my rhythm etc) I was getting in to it when another guy came in to view , the bottom I was loading got stage fright and pulled up his jeans and bolted , the other guy just wandered over , smiled ,dropped his heads and pants - I was slightly messy from the previous fuck , but the guy just shrugged and pulled his cheeks apart . As I got close and was in the deep breathing , deep dicking zone he just pulled me in to him as deeply as possible to get the load in as deep as possible.

hey guys i just moved to LA and I'm looking for a regular fuck bud in the area. I'm into roleplayin kinks with my favorite being stealthing/c2b I'm the bottom in this video... https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/anon-condom-to-raw-32960152 Anyone up for filming others like that one?? hmu. 34y, 32waist, 160lbs, bubble butt, neg prep

Well since I was away, I've had many loads exchanged, but my favorite by far is a bookstore fuck last week. A fella I've eyed many times in the place, but never had any luck with as he seems to be afraid to do anything, showed up in the backroom and I quickly figured out he'd been drinking. He's about 25, skinny as fuck, but with a bushy black beard and long hair. Well, I just kept eyeing him until he noticed, then nodded at him. He walked over and started some small talk, which I reciprocated. Finally, after he started to ramble about the weather, I just grabbed his waist and pulled him in to me. He didn't fight me one bit, so I went in for a kiss and was happy as fuck when he let my tongue probe his mouth. Lots of groping, more kissing, then he asked me if I wanted to go out to his van for some privacy. Fuck yeah!! We went outside and quickly got into the van, and I was happy to see it was windowless and mostly empty cept for a few tools and some drop cloths. I'm skipping a bunch of details, but it moved to me bringing on the daddy talk, and that lad let me fuck him raw twice before we called it a night. My nut shot out so hard it almost hurt me...lol. I even decided to be nice and sucked his cock before I left. A beautiful 8" uncut cock and a huge fucking load. I was fingering his hole roughly as I sucked, making sure my poz loads got mixed in his ass good. I'm hoping he shows up drunk more often😀

Funny that, in Oregon as long as you are in a booth, it’s considered a private room and consensual sex between adults. The local ABS where i live shares a parking lot with the State Police Department, which is right next door.

I can ALWAYS cum from a blow job

I spent the $$ and got one of those units that attach permanently to my shower with a diverter valve. Makes it very easy to hop in and clean out. But like Hunter22 mentions, ^^, I also make sure if I know I will be fucking with some 'hung buddies' that I do a light meal, and extra deep douche and clean as well. Then, as he also mentioned, I love to bring a couple of 'bigger toys' into the shower with me and I ride them a little for warm-up. That way, I can lube my hole up a bit, stretch it out a bit and most importantly, ensure I'm nice and clean. I have one regular FB who doesn't care if there are 'accidents'... in fact, I'm pretty sure he is happy to have a little dirt. But, I'm a big fan of ass to mouth and cleaning off a fresh load from a cock that has just shot off in my hole - and not so much into the shit aspect. I love cum and clean ass juices all over cock(s). To each his own.... this is my preference tho.

I was 18, a late bloomer for being fucked and bred by my uncle (he was 35 at the time), but having said that it’s definitely not what you all think. I have to shout out to my older gay uncle who is my friend, gay mentor, and very close to me to this day! I have to set this up to tell u how it happened. My gay uncle was (is) a body builder, 6’2”, 250#, 18” biceps, thighs like tree trunks, hard as rock abs, not at all hairy, you all know the look. It’s definitely not me, but hot none the less. My uncle, youngest brother to my dad, lived in the same Midwest city that I grew up in. I always knew he was gay and no one in the family ever hid and he was very close to my family and we were together weekly as I was growing up. And without details here, my uncle “helped“ me when I was younger understand gay sex. So we were close. I was 18, senior in high school, I knew I was gay, though not out to my family (except my uncle and close set of friends). My best friend was gay too and we were fooling around with a few guys, sucking, and jerking off. I started “seeing” this guy from another high school and we fooled around a lot and he wanted to fuck me. He fingered me and tried to put his cock in me but it hurt so bad I said “no.” He got really mad at me and said some nasty things and did not want to see me anymore. Well being a teenager I was pretty hurt and chased after him for a few weeks, until he said he would forgive me if I let him fuck me. I said yes, but it hurt as he was trying to ram his thick cock in me that I stopped him again. He again was fed up with me and left. My first boyfriend dumped me cause I wouldn’t let him fuck me. I was hurt and really unsure. My best friend said I shouldn’t let him do it to me if I wasn’t enjoying it (smart man). So I let it go. A month later I met another kid in my school and we figured out we were gay and started hanging out and dating. He started talking about sex and that he was a top. I really had no idea what I was so I told him. He really wanted to fuck me but I was unsure. So I made a decision and went to my uncle. i remember this as it was yesterday as it was a major powerful moment in my life. It was a Saturday morning, I bicycled over to uncle Dan’s house. He was in his garage gym working out as I knew he would be. I walked in and sat on one of the benches as he was working out and began to chat, not unusual for us. I told him about the guy that dumped me and my new boyfriend and what was going on. He didn’t say much. I talked about school and the swim team I was on and my best friend Carl , who my uncle knew. All this while I lifted a few weights and watched him. Then he said, “ I have a feeling u have a purpose coming over here today and talking my ear off. What’s up?” So I was quiet then I said, “I’ve decided that I want you to teach me to be fucked and take my virginity.” He stopped, what he was doing and just looked at me and said, “no.” He told me I Could ask him questions but he would not do it. More talking and I finally said, “I want it to be you so I can trust u and be totally comfortable.” I knew he was slightly aroused as I could see his very thick 8” cock thickening inside his short shorts. To push this along, I stood up and stripped out of my clothes, shorts, t-shirt, socks, everything until I was standing totally naked in front of him; young, thin, hairless, fit, some muscles. He looked at me, and said, “go up to the bedroom and wait for me. i was so excited I walked quickly Through the house and up the stairs past the kitchen and living room, back to his bedroom. In his bedroom was this huge king-size bed, Unmade since he had gotten up that morning. Unsure what to do I got in it and inhaled all the smells of him. I was excited, thrilled, my cock was rock hard. I waited about 15 minutes and heard him come up the stairs and then walking down the hallway. I was so excited and on edge I almost blew my load in his bed. He walked into the bedroom totally naked and came to stand by the bed. It had been 4 years or so since I had seen him totally naked but I was in awe of him. How tall he was, his hard body, his thighs, how massive his thighs were. His penis, thick and vieny, curved in a lazy arc, somewhat engorged, but not yet enough to pull his foreskin back over the head. He said, “come over here, stand up.” I Got out of the bed and stood next to him. He reached over and pulled me close to him as I smelled him from his work out and the heat of his body, he started rubbing his massive hands up and down my back and over my butt. He did this for a minute or so, I could feel his cock enlarging. He pushed me down on my knees and told me to suck him. I tasted his foreskin; the piss and sweat so excited me. I looked up at him as I sucked him to see his eyes closed as he enjoyed his young nephew pleasuring him. I sucked and sucked, knowing that he would take charge when he was ready, but my excitement was all over me. after a long time sucking his cock, he pulled out and said, get in bed. We both got in the bed. He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out 2 bottles of lube and a jar of vasiline, all looked well used. I said, “I guess I’m not the first?” He looked at me and just said, “hardly.” Hmmmm. then he began to teach. He asked me, “what type of lube did u guys use when u tried to fuck?” Hmmm, I said, “none, we just used spit.” He said, “you dumb fucks, of course it hurt, u have a tight Virgin ass and u thought his big cock was just going to slide in?” So the teaching began, he told me about the different lubes and that I needed to loosen up first. He asked if I was clean? Hmmm again I just said I think so. So after the lessons, he moved close to me, I felt small next to him. He began rubbing me, arousing me, then as his massive hand was on my small butt cheeks, his finger found my tight hole. He rubbed it and rubbed. He pulled it out and dipped his finger in the vasiline and returned to my hole, rubbing and rubbing until his middle finger pushed into me. I immediately tensed up, pulled close to him and was opening my mouth to comment (as one does when they are teenager) and his mouth was on mine, his younger in my mouth kissing me deeply. I kissed back while feeling his finger going deeper in me. It was a small bit painful, but his other hand rubbing me and his kissing me distracted from the pain. He relubed his fingers and we kept going for what seemed like a very long time. He finally said to me that I was taking 2 and 3 fingers and he thought I was ready. Nervous I was as he put me on my back, I was so enjoying all that was happening, but now I was nervous, on my back, my uncle lifting my legs on his shoulders, lubing my hole and lubing his hard cock. I remember straining to see his cock from my position; hard, red, his foreskin gone, all pulled back. Then my legs were up and I felt his cock at my hole as I looked up in his eyes. He says, “are u sure u want this?” I quickly said, “are u going to put on a condom?” He said, “no, your first time will be raw feeling me inside u.” I did a feeble, “ok.” He then said, “no matter how much we prepare, u are tight and my cock is thick, u will feel some pain but u will be ok. Ok?” I say, “ yes sir.” I’m not sure why I said “sir” but I did. Slowly, he pushed into me, my eyes looking into his. He was slow and gentle but it still hurt bad. My hand pressing on his abs to slow which he did, then he pushed in more. I said, “no, no, stop, pull out, pull out. It hurts too much!” He lowers himself down toward my face, locks my legs, his weight now on me and says, “no I’m not stopping, you will be fine. I will go slow, but u need to finish what you start. Let out the noises in you, that’s right, just relax, just relax...” he kept going until his 8” thick cock was all the way in me. Once there, we went slow and steady, it was painful, also felt so good!! He slowly fucked me for multiple minutes. The he says, “look at me, look in my eyes. Are u ready for your uncle to impregnate you with his sperm? Are you ready to carry my sperm inside u?” My response was, “yes sir, please sir!” With that I watched his eyes, my legs still over his shoulders as he slowly pumped me, and within minutes, heaved and grunted his eyes staring back at me as he blasted his sperm into his young nephew. When done he quickly pulled out and rolled over and before I said anything my cock was in his mouth and in 30 seconds my teenage load was in his mouth!! it was heaven, my uncle was my first to breed me, take my virginity and I’m so happy he was the one! We went to the shower together and it was the first time cum was leaking out of me, dropping on the carpet. My uncle, “ hey be careful u are going to clean that up!” During our first shower after my deflowering he became the teacher explaining that if I was going to bottom I needed to do I better job preparing as he showed me his penis (I will leave it your Imagination what he was showing me). He explained how and why. After the shower I needed to kiss him, be close to him, which he complied dutifully. Though he did say, “you throw the sheets into the wash buddy!” he fucked and bred me many times over the next few months after that first time. Then I was with my boyfriend and he was my uncle and we stopped. We still chat about it. But again he was my first and I luv him for it!

Damn that’s hot dude. I’d love to be covered in ur piss while Fucking u

Before I begin, I'd like to tell you that if you like my story, leave a comment so I have some suggestions for the next posting. Daniel was 18 years-old, with a smooth, nice body, brown hair and green eyes. He had just graduated from school, and as his parents were impossible, he wanted to get out of their house, and go live with his brothers, Jack and Anthony, with whom Daniel got along quite well. They had always been good to him, and seemed to genuinely love him, even deeply love him, so Daniel was sure living with them would be the ideal arrangement. At 30, Jack was the older of the two brothers; he had a deep, manly voice, lots of body hair, and was heavily muscled. In contrast, Anthony, who was 26 years old, was more gentle, 26 years old, tall like his brother, smoothly muscled, and had a sweet, sexy face. Even having no job, Daniel asked his brothers whether he could live with them, and they readily agreed, making it clear, however, that in exchange for their hospitality he would be expected to do 'things' for them in exchange. Without exploring their vague condition, Daniel accepted the arrangement and a week or so later moved in with them. One of the conditions turned-out that Daniel was expected to take care of the house: cleaning, cooking and doing all the laundry. Daniel had no problem with these responsibilities, and, in the passing days, realized he was, in a somewhat unexpected, but totally nasty way, was getting horny in the thought of serving two men who he liked, and when he considered the two men for whom he was working were his brothers, he found himself even hornier. Eventually he got to the point where he would greet them when they arrived home, and he would assist them in taking off their business clothing, helping them into casual wear, and serving them dinner. In short, Daniel found himself happy to do anything and everything to please his masculine, manly-smelling brothers. And he knew they were also enjoying the attention. A Sunday evening, while watching TV, Daniel found himself staring at Jack's bulge, not realizing, however, that Jack had noticed his attention. But he had. After a minute or so of silent admiration, Daniel broke the spell, stood, and announced he was going to get a glass of milk. Jack, however, had a different interpretation of 'milk' and pushed Daniel back down to a seated position and announced: "Don't be afraid, I'm your brother. I have all the 'milk' you need, and you and I both will feel better after you've taken care of me." With that Jack framed his crotch, making his intent clear. Almost involuntarily Daniel found himself taking a close look at his brother's crotch. It appeared that Jack's package was not only big, but that it was anxious to receive some attention. Hypnotized by his brother's words, Daniel unbuttoned his brother's trousers, and took in the sight of Jack's cock. It was indeed a big cock, a cock that demanded worship, and, without any hesitation or qualms, for the first time in his life Daniel sucked cock, not just any cock, but his brother's cock. Jack's salty precum immediately began squirting in Daniel's mouth, all the while Jack continued his monologue, in a deep, calming voice, encouraging the impression that he, Jack, was ultimately in control. "If you are a good brother there will always be milk for you to drink. You may have to beg a little at times but you will be fed in the end - if you follow our rules. And in order for you to stay here some changes are called for. We will convert you, so as for you to become one of us. We will change your body. Your blood. Even your cum will change. We will give you power to control other sluts when you cum in them." Daniel was sucking for half an hour and his mouth was tired but his brother didn't care, but instead Jack began pounding Daniel's mouth, causing him to gag. Tears ran from Daniel's eyes, but neither brother relented. "Now, that's a blowjob," Jack said, adding "You have to take it all. Don't be afraid. We will teach you how to serve a man. Now get ready to drink your milk." After a few seconds Jack came in Daniel's mouth, causing the younger brother to choke violently. "That was a good first time," his brother said, "but it's not good enough for you to be one of us. We have to enter deep in your gut to change you. As deep as it goes. And you will change. Forever. We won't be hasty though. We must prepare for your conversion party."

Part III “Aw fuck! I’m filling your guts with my cum... right! NOW!” the trucker growled loudly enough for everyone at the rest stop to hear. He was a big-bellied man who wore his cap backwards and had a long, scraggly beard. He stank of piss, beer, and cigarettes, and he fucked me with a thick, long, toxic-looking rod and had dumped my ass with a flash flood of cream. “Alright, I’m next,” said one of the two cute jocky college-aged guys. “Wait man, me too,” the other one said. They were both high as hell I could tell. One of them was tall and had long skater boy hair. He grabbed me by my hair and smacked my face with his rock hard, leaking dick. Then he forcefully clutched both sides of my head and thrust his dick into the back of my throat, making me gag and splutter. The other one was shorter but heavily muscular. He roughly grabbed my ankles and ripped my legs apart like he was opening a Christmas gift. He jammed his cock into me with ease; it had already been opened up by a couple guys and heavily lubed up with cum. The night was silent but for the sounds of the highway, my muffled moaning and gagging, and the smacking sounds of the guy’s balls slapping against my ass every time he pounded me. I was being rented out as a quick pump n’ dump behind a highway rest stop for anyone with five bucks in their pocket. I was on my back, legs in the air, and was being pounded against the wall. Giovanni stood with his back to the wall smoking a joint and collecting money. It was over eighty degrees outside and past 1 AM. “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming inside you bitch!” grunted the guy who was fucking me. With that, he unloaded another load of cum in my ass, and at this point I was overflowing. Cum was leaking in a steady stream out of my ass and down my crack. The other guy pulled outside of my mouth and came onto my hole, then pushed it in with his finger. “Last guy plug him back up,” Giovanni said as he finished. My head was spinning from copious amounts of crack, meth, and weed Giovanni had supplied me in the car on our way here. He made sure I never stopped smoking on the 20 minute drive here. I was pretty much blacked out but would phase in every once in a while in the middle of being fucked and it felt so fucking good. The last guy crammed my giant butt plug back in my ass to keep the cum from trickling out, but my ass was so full some of it still leaked. “Get dressed,” Giovanni said, grabbing me by the hair and lifting me up to my legs. I hurriedly pulled up my board shorts (that’s all he allowed me to wear) and when I stood up I could feel thick, warm streams of cum run down my leg. The men who fucked me were getting into their cars and driving away. Giovanni was wearing a mesh top and a speedo, which meant we were going to the baths today. I crawled into the passenger’s seat of his car and felt the cum from my ass soak through the back of my ass onto the leather seats. Giovanni handed me a loaded syringe and two blunts. “It’s a long way to the baths, cumwhore.” I lit up a blunt and we passed it between us; I greedily left the syringe for right before the baths. I wanted to be freshly high out of my mind and flying before I let any guy with any cock fuck me in the sex clubs. I had spent the entire day tanning by Giovanni’s pole in my g-string smoking T, so I didn’t look gaunt, but I did have bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Giovanni found a parking spot a block away from the bathhouse and I gave myself the slam in the car. There were no cops on this street; it was deserted except for the twisted fuckers at the bathhouse. We walked to the entrance. It was a basement venue, with a red neon sign flashing above it. Guys in harnesses and leather chaps were smoking cigarettes outside. “Yo, Gio! Fresh meat? Let’s go inside, boys. We’ve got fresh cumdump tonight,” one of them said hungrily to the others, grabbing his crotch as they all followed us in. My slimy ass perked at the thought of all those lustful, probably poz men pumping me with their cocks.

Part II I felt heat spring to the tips of my fingers, roar up my chest, and slap me in the face as he removed the tourniquet from my arm. Suddenly, I ran out of air, and I panicked, coughing madly and too fucked up to recover. I felt like all the blood in my body was rushing to my asshole. I felt hot, insatiable. Guido Dad, who told me to call him Giovanni, slammed himself too as I adapted to my new, unbelievable high. I was in pig heaven. Giovanni bent down above my head. I could barely see his face; his shades were still on. He rolled up a large wad of spit in his mouth and spat it all over my face. “Alright, trash. Get on your back and open those legs like the fucked up slut you are,” he commanded. I eagerly leapt to the back of the bed, lifted my legs in the air, and opened wide. I dug my fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as if to beg for his dick. “Daddy, please,” I moaned, hazy from the drugs and having been starved from dick up until now. The Maximum Impact had hit me hard, and I still had unbelievable amounts of THC in my system in addition to the T. “Fuck my hole. Shred my pussy. Knock me up with your daddy sperm!” He took a final puff from his cigarette, ashed it, and climbed onto the bed. His white pants were so tight they showed off every giant muscle in his legs. His thighs and calves were chiseled beyond belief. He took off his flip flops to reveal deep tan lines on his feet. His chest was enormous, hovering over my body. He removed his shades. His pupils were heavily dilated from the drugs, and he looked at me coldly, like I was just some fucked up twink he found at the baths and is about to breed behind a dumpster. He spat on me again, and I groaned, my face now covered with a thick, sticky layer of both of our spit. “You want this cock slutboy? You want this giant meat abusing and tearing up that tight little Asian pussy? Tell me how much you want it, and maybe I’ll be good to you,” he said, grinning. “Fuck my pussy! Tear me apart! My body is just a hole for you, I want you to fuck me until my body expires! Just fuck me!” I practically screamed. My ass puckered as he applied more T-laced lube in and around my ass, then on his cock. “Stupid bitch. I was never going to show you mercy,” he laughed as he rammed his cock into my ass. I yelled in shock and sheer pleasure, my toes uncurled and my feet were fully flexed. My legs bucked at the impact of his cock. Giovanni was horny alright, and I was proud to be the hole that would drain him of his cum. “FUUUUCK!” I yelped, and he thrust slowly a few times, letting my ass muscles quickly loosen around his giant meat. Then, he began to pump. He grabbed my ankles and spread them as wide as possible, as if he was trying to open up my hole as he ripped through it. His cock was so big and thick it felt like it filled every air space in my ass. “Oh! Yeah! Fuck! Me! Just! Like! That!” I gasped, my eyes rolling back into my head as Giovanni consummated his ownership of his new whore with brutal, loveless fucking. I moaned and gasped with each thrust as he went deeper until I felt like he was striking my stomach, but I was so high on drugs it only felt incredible, not even slightly painful. I didn’t know I could take a dick so big so deep. He would frequently spit on me as he rammed me. This was worlds better than any fuck my boyfriend has ever given me. “You like my tool, bitch?” “Y-Yeah,” I gasped, as he slowed his pace. He kissed me, not affectionately, but like a wolf licking his prey. Then, he pulled out completely, leaving my asshole puckering hungrily for a millisecond, before shoving the full length back in. His dick had marked my hole as its own, and he fucked me indiscriminately of how I felt, even though I was practically immune to pain and drowning in my tweaked up bliss. “You ready for my load, bitch?” he asked, his thrusts starting to get faster. “Hell yeah, seed me daddy! Fill me with that hot daddy load! I want your sperm in my blood, make me your FUCKING SLUT!” I roared as he lifted his leathery face to the ceiling and howled with pleasure as he squirted load after load in me. At first I didn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming because of how he rammed his throbbing dick deeper than I imagined possible. Then, after maybe his fourth squirt of thick cum, my ass was flooding with his load, and it felt completely warm and sticky on the inside. He pulled out, a giant, thick, string of cum so thick it was almost yellow dangling off from the tip of his dick and sticking to the surface of my ass. I tightened my ass, holding in what felt like a pint of cum as he groaned and fingered me, licking wads of cum he managed to plunge out of my hole. “Get some rest, bitch,” he said, handing me his bong and my weed so I could wind down from the drugs. He didn’t bother cleaning off his dick and zipped up his pants. “When you wake up, I got more fun for you.” He reached into his drawer, pulled out a large butt plug, and crammed it into my ass. It felt wide at the bottom, but it was easy to take compared to his dick. He was keeping my ass lubed up with his cum for my next fuck.

just left a 3some - me, a 30 yr old pozzed guys, and a 21 yr old bug chaser. My pozz buddy and I took turns breeding his ass - I gave the 21 yr old 2 loads of my spunk and my buddy gave him 3 loads of his charged dna. I then gave my poz buddy one final load of my man juice so he had a load of my dna in him. All and all, the 21 yr old got 2 neg loads, 3 pozzed loads, blew his own load, and I then bred my poz buddy with the final load of the morning. a great way to start a saturday. now i'm all showered and am off to the gym... gonna head to toronto for father's day with a buddy to celebrate our fathers' raising 2 barebacking ass pirates by enjoying the men at steamworks...