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Chapter Two The ref slide out under the the bottom rope as the Executioner stood up. The twink was motionless in the mat. “Breed his hole” the crowd started the chant The Executioner grabbed the twin’s posing trunks off him with one yank. The material shredded and hung between the thick fingers of his hand. He brought the fabric to his nose and sniffed deep, then launched it in the air towards the crowd, as the chant got louder and louder. I looked over at Dan who was huffing the brown bottle. I slowly moved my gaze down his side. His ass was pushed out further as the man behind him slid his cock deep in him then back out. Both of them were watching the ring as if their fucking was automatic. “Your friend has giving in. Why don’t you” the man behind me said. I watched the ring frozen in my spot. The Executioner pulled the waist band of his jock and ripped it off himself. His massive cock jumped out and was growing. It was huge. I watched it grow to at least ten inches and as thick as fuck. His balls were just as huge, hanging low as the swung freely. A massive thud echoed in the room, louder than the chant as the Executioner dropped to his knees. Grabbing the twink’s ankles he spread the legs wide. His hand went high and slapped the white ass check of the twink, making him cry out. “Want you awake for this” growler the Executioner as he slapped the twink’s ass over and over. Fuck they had mic over the ring and it was broadcasting everything to the crowd of men. The Executioner’s hand rubbed the ass, slipping his finger tips into his ass. I watched his hand ride and flip the bird to the crown then the middle finger was rammed into the hole of the twink. A mixture of a scream and moan of pleasure escaped from the twink’s mouth as a huge drop of pre-cum dripped out of the massive cock between the Executioner’s legs. I could feel a cock head slowly moving up and down my crack as I focused on what was happening in the ring. I reached over to Dan’s hand for the brown bottle. Dan pulled me over so our heads were almost touching, then whispered in my ear: “Give in” I inhaled twice in both nostrils and held it in until I felt my lungs burning, and then slowly released. A felt a wet finger push against my hole. “That’s it buddy, open up and let me change your whole world” the man said from behind me. The Executioner had the base of his cock in his hand, squeezing it causing the head to go purple. The cock behind me was now against my hole, holding there. In the ring the Executioner lined up his cock with the twink’s hole. At the same time, the Executioner and the man behind me slammed their cocks into each of the holes. The crowd of men went wild as the Executioner started pumping his massive cock in and out of the moaning twink. His moans echoed the room as well as the smacking of flesh. My hole relaxed, allowing the unknown man to drive deep into me. My eyes were glued on the ring as I bit my lower lip. The Executioner pulled the twink up and hooked his arms under his ass and stood straight up, impaling the twink. He circled the ring as the twink bounced like a rag doll up and down on his cock. Drool was running down his chin mixing with the blood form his nose, running down onto his chest. As he turned, I could see how stretched his hole was around the massive cock. I reached down and freed my cock and balls from my jock’s pouch. The twink was being bounced up and down the length of the cock up his ass, as the Executioner’s balls bounced. “What do you want” growled the Executioner “I want your death” the twink moaned “As if you have a choice” The Executioner moved towards a corner and pinned the twink there. Grabbing his hips as his thrusts became harder and faster. The man behind me grabbed my hips and did the same. I could see the Executioner’s balls swinging as he thrusted his cock in and out of the twink’s hole. The twink’s eyes were rolled up back into his head from the pleasure of the massive cock deep in his hole. The crowd was going wild and started to chant “Breed him” over and over” With the mixture of blood, sweat, drool and some tears, he struggled to hold himself up as the Executioner moved his hands to his own nipples, pinching them and pulling them away from his body. The twink tried to use one hand to hold on and one to play with is small cock, that was bouncing with each thrust. The Executioner slap the twink’s ass and growl: “You are nothing but a loser hole and losers don’t get to play with their cocks” I felt the cock in my own hole thicken and get very hard as it thrusted in and out of my hole. He was pulling his cock out until the head was just inside my hole, then rammed it back in, causing my cock to bounce up against my abs. “Going to coat your insides with my toxic sludge” I kept my eyes on the Executioner as both he and the man tucking me quickened their thrusts. A deep growl could be heard coming from the ring. “He’s gonna infect him soon” Dan said to me “Just like I am going to infect you” the man said from behind me. Dan smiler evilly! The growl got louder and deeper as the Executioner rammed balled deep and then howled lifting his face up to the sky. The twink managed to smile showing his blood covered teeth as he was bred deep by the massive man behind him. Grabbing my hair the man behind me rammed in deep, as his cock jumped inside as his piss slit opened and emptied his balls. The Executioner picked the twink up, still impaled on his cock and carried him out of the ring and out of the room. The man behind me slowly pulled his cock out of my hole as I squeezed tightly around it. As soon as he was out he disappeared in to the crowd. “Welcome to the New World” Dan said I smiled “The deed is done, feel your body absorb the virus”

TWF Chapter 1 I started to think coming to this place was a bad idea. I didn’t get this feeling when we were telling two eyes staring out of a sliding peep hole in the door the password to get in, or when we were descending the rust metal spiral staircase into the darkness below. Nor when we stood in the dimly lite locker room that looked as if it was straight out of a horror movie. It wasn’t until I was standing in my frayed jock strap and combat boots on the makeshift viewing stands that enclosed an old wrestling ring. We, myself and my partner in crime Dan, were in the front row leaning on the wooden rail watching other men, dressed in jocks and boots just like us filling the stands. “What is this place,” I asked Dan. “You will see,” was his reply. The ring looked as if this was its last days and would soon be home in a dump. The ropes were unraveling and looked as if they would let someone fly out if they were hurled into them. The mat had worn spots all over and dark stains all around it, which I assumed was dried blood. What stood out the most to me was the huge black scorpion in the middle with a red plus sign in its stinger. “What’s the scorpion mean,” I asked Dan “You will see,” he replied again The stands was filling up quickly with men dressed in jocks and boots and soon the lights over the stand went out, casting darkness all around. The ring was soon flooded with bright lights, so focused on the ring that the stands were still shadowed in darkness. “Chasers and Gifters, welcome to the TWF:The Toxic Wrestling Federation. The line up tonight are going to be brutal. It’s going to be life changing. It’s going to keep you hard and leaking, wanting more and more” “Our first battle is between a twink who weighs maybe 20 pounds soaking wet and The Executioner. Our second match is a tag team match between a couple who have been together for twenty years and Dr. Death and Reaper” “Fuck we are in for a treat tonight” I heard someone say in the darkness behind me. I looked over at Dan, he was bent forward with his ass pushed back framed by the straps of his jock. The man behind him was slowly dragging his finger up and down his crack. I couldn’t believe it, Dan was shy about anything sexual when out but here he had a stranger stroking his crack. Dan reaches down and pulled a brown bottle from his sock, twisted off the cap causing a little hiss. He held it under his nose and inhaled deep. Seeing me watching he pulled me down until I was leaning on the railing and pushed the bottle under my nose. Having hit poppers before, I breathed deep and rode the rush. “Fuckers, entering the ring is our challenger, known as Twinky!” I watched as this short small framed guy enter the ring. He was no taller than five foot and was about a hundred pounds. He was super lean and completely smooth. He was dressed only in a skimpy posing strap like the ones bodybuilders wear. He was walking the ring pulling his posing strap up as he circled the ref, waving at the crowd of men. “And now fuckers entering the ring is our champion— The Executioner” My eyes widened and my mouth fell open as I watch a beast of a man enter the ring. He was massive! He towered over the twink by at least a foot and a half and out weighed him by a hundred fifty pounds! His muscles body was covered in tattoos which made every muscle look even bigger and every vein stand out! His face was half covered by an executioner’s mask, hence his name. My mouth started to water when I saw his crotch. He wore a jock so ragged that I could see most of his thick shaft. His pouch was so packed it was pushed out so far that when he turned to the side you could see his cock and balls. As he flexed his muscles, his cock would flex and push out more from his body. My hand slide down my abs and squeezed my own cock, as if my hand had a mind of its own. My other hand grabbed the brown bottle from Dan and took a deep hit. I felt the man behind me push himself against my back, his pouch against my naked ass. I turned to see but couldn’t make out much from the dark. “Just getting a better view” he whispered in my ear. I pushed my ass back and turned my gaze back to the ring. The ref had both contestants in the middle of the ring, I guess explaining the rules. I still couldn’t take my eyes off the Executioner. As he turn I looked directly into his dark eyes. As they locked I felt a chill run down my spine. His eyes looked dead inside. As I stared, he winked and then shot his middle finger in the air at me. I jumped a little, feeling the pouch against my ass bounce. My mind wondered - did he really lock eyes with me or was that just my imagination. I tried to blow it off, but felt that our eyes connected. Both men in the ring went to a corner as I shook off what I though just happen as the man behind me pushed his crotch into my bare ass. “So many men in this room lives will change tonight” he said in my ear. I focused my eyes forward. “Maybe I will get to change yours” he said in my ear again I could feel his cock expanding as it was nestled in my crack “I’ve help so many reluctant men, confused men, and men who didn’t have a clue what I was doing, change” “I’ve set countless free!” I could feel sweat forming on my body as I focused forward, eyes locked on the ring. A ding from the ringside bell echo in the room, but was quickly drowned out from the cheering crowd of men. The twink rushes out of his corner towards the Executioner, only to meet his forearm and slam backwards on the mat. Fuck, it was hard to watch as the boy clothesline himself! As he lay there on the mat, an evil grin formed on the face of the Executioner. Reaching down, his massive fist grabbed the boy by his hair and bring him to his feet. The suddenly the boy was lifted high above the Executioner’s head. The Executioner turn slowly to allow the crowd to see the boy. A blood curdling scream pieced the night as the boy was dropped to the mat, face first. I watched as the boy bounce and his nose hit the mat again and blood shot out onto the mat. It was a brutal move. The executioner moved to the boy’s feet, jumped high and landed flat on the boy’s back. His massive bulge slammed into the boys ass, his chest hit the back of the boy’s head and it went nose first into the mat. His exhaling, shot more blood from his nose. The ref dropped to the mat by the two and started counting slowly as he hit the mat by the boy’s head. As he got to nine the crowd started to go wild. The ref hit ten and announced the match was over. “You are going to love the next part,” Dan said to me. What more could they do to the twink?

Just had a trick over who is by tats and piercings easily classifiable a 'bad boy'. He is actually a nice guy and organizes various fetish and sex parties. In the days BEFORE becoming a genuine BAREBACKER I might have kept my distance as he is a guy that might be 'TOO RISKY' and definitely promiscuous, just out for an easy fuck. Well I'm there now, as a late-cummer to the bareback cause: RAW IS LAW! He showed up as he always does: boots and commando, huge nipples rings barely hidden under the wife-beater. He doesn't talk much (most of the time) just casually drops his denims with his half-erect boner flinging out. Right of the bat, as usual, his cock was oozing and drooling precum in copious amounts. As much as some guys normally cum. Huge pre-coitus DNA release... DANGER!!!! THRILL-RIDE!!! No lube necessary! Not even spit! Unless he used his. Legs up, me playing with those nipple-knockers, knowing on guys like him that gets the loads and the orgasm even more intense and big!!! Knowing he is everything I once feared and avoided, I'm even more receptive to taking his load! He went extra fast this time! And when I felt his copious nut rush into my insides, my slutty man-cunt was sucking it up, feeding on sketchy DNA, wanting to be impregnated by the leading buck like some trailerpark whore. Of course, she'd probably have regret the moment after and queefe out her illegitimacy, before her man finds out! My man doesn't care, actually encourages me to get bred and loaded. Only rule: no cheating with condoms! That ain't real sex! So no REGRETS here of any kind! Instead I felt a deep satisfaction as the dude nutted, and my sphincter closing up shop as his cock slipped out. NO PULLING OUT (prematurely) NO LOADS REFUSED, NO RETURNS, all sales final! I'm holding onto that demon seed NOW, this very moment like a thief who pilfered the bank. I just put on my gym clothes and I'm heading to Planet Fitness (judgement-free Zone) where I will hop onto the stairmaster for at least an hour to make sure that impregnating DNA works itself into my system. Absorbs his legacy and free spirit! If I'm lucky there will be no 'dripping' lol... Not after depriving myself of all the thrills bareback sex could have been had I (consequently and promiscuously) practiced it earlier in life. Sure I might be dead, but judging by what I'm seeing here I may still not have entered the POZ brotherhood any earlier... than I did! Now taking a load (and holding on to it) is like a kinky ritual of the bb-manhood, a BOOTY BUMP of alien masculinity! Not like 'tribal blood-brothers' but even more intense: "SPERM-BROTHERS"

I was one of those horny teens seduced into letting a poz and toxic cock into me the first time I ever bottomed. A few weeks later, I got sick. And years later, I've recruited hundreds into my army. Let's rewind a bit. It was in the midst of summer ball for my senior year of high school. I was poised to be one of the studs for my high school football team. My older brother was the star QB who just went off to college and finished his freshman year. He joined one of the university's top frats and endured a tough hazing process (most of which he didn't tell me till later). My coach was a big fan of my brother. He was one of those give is 110% kind of guys. Stays late to get an extra pump in. Kept the team in line through intimidation. And my older bro was one of those typical high school jocks. Always walking around the locker-room in his slightly used jock. Thinking about the next time he could fuck his girl. A horny mother fucker. I looked up to him for many reasons, and this was one of them. That summer, my coach was on my ass. He expected me to be the guy. He expected me to be my brother. Problem was, I just wasnt as good as he was. I wasn't as aggressive or tough. And my coach was determined to change that. He worked me HARD during the first days of two a days. He made me (along with a few other seniors) get there early to lift before practice and had us run after. He had me in the film room every night. It was a grind, and I was wearing thin. My brother was home from college, so he often got to hear me complain about my coach and about practices. At first, he told me to suck it up. But then, he told me "hey bro, why don't we have a bro weekend. Just me and you. We can drink some, watch some games, and practice some." Needing this time off, wanting to hang with my bro before he head back to college, and the thought of drinking (which I had done very little of) sold me. That weekend, we went off to our parent's cabin about an hour away. During the day, my brother and I passed the ball around, ran sprints, lifted, played some video games. We began watching games and drinking some. The whole time, my bro was texting someone on his phone. I had assumed it was his girl, so I didn't think much of it.My brother said he needed to pick up some more beers from the store, a solid hour round trip. In the mean time, I continued sipping on the beer sort of feeling the buzz working. Then, I heard a knock on the door. Our cabin is pretty secluded and you need to know where to go in order to get there, so it had to be someone we knew. I opened the door, and I was terrified to see my coach standing there. I thought my starting time would be ripped away from me when he found out I was drinking. Instead, he laughed, said my bro invited him to watch football with us, and to finish my beer and he'll get the next one. I chugged my beer, he went to the kitchen to pour the next one out. Although I hadn't drank much before, and I didn't totally know what it was like to be buzzed, I could tell there was a difference in the drink he gave me. All of my senses were heightened, while my mind focused. As we watched the games, just coach and I, I could smell his musk from a few feet away. The more I drank, the stronger the scent became. Then, I noticed my coach put his arms around me. Once again, I could tell my senses were heightened, as I could feel him rub my muscles, chuckling with how tense I was. He told me to relax boy, that he was just getting the knots out. When I was done with the drink, he told me to finish his, and I did. His scent grew stronger, and I noticed the bulge in his pants. He noticed mine grow too. He pulled a bottle of poppers out of his bag, asked me if I knew what they were. I said no. He said you just sniff them and theyll help you to relax more, to focus more. I listened and huffed some. Then I felt his hands move from my shoulders to my chest, to my bulge. With no objections, he pulled my shorts down to reveal my jock. Took my cock out and started to worship it. I had only hooked up with girls before this (jerked to dudes a few times), but no girl I was with had ever been able to deep throat me like my coach was able to. My coach blew me for about 10 minutes before getting his own cock out. It was a solid 7.5-8 inch girthy uncut cock. It was dripping with precum. Every 5 minutes, my coach would shove the poppers back under my nose getting me higher than I already was. He moved his tongue from my cock to my hole. Making me feel every lick. Then, his cock was rubbing on my hole. Another hit. His head was inside me. Another hit. He slid further in. One more hit, he was balls deep inside. He started pumping faster and faster inside me. The poppers and drugs he slipped in my drink helped me open up. After 10 minutes, he burst inside, not even asking where I wanted his seed. He slid his cock out and we plopped on the couch, breathing heavily. A few minutes later, after our shorts were back on, my brother came back. He said hey to coach, cocked a smile when he noticed the empty drinks, the poppers, and the sweat we worked up. He went to his room and came back out with a plug. He threw it to me and said "Bro, if you want to be a stronger man, you're going to want to keep every drop inside you. Let coach absorb into you, and make you more a man." I kept coaches load inside me all night. Little did I know, it was changing my DNA. Making me one of his own. Weeks later, when I got sick and missed the opening game, I remember my coach smiling as I told him I wouldnt be able to play because I had the flu.

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Chapter 6: *Preparing for Showtime* I crawled over to him, very slowly as I was now feeling super sexy and extremely horny. I was now flying! I wanted that crawl to last as long as I could make it last. Once I arrived to my destination I grabbed hold of his Dick and eagerly licked up the remnants of his creamy salty spunk. As I did, my boyfriend Lew was trying to call me. I knew it was him as I recognised the video-call tone, and he was the only one I video-chatted with. My reaction was to simply look up at Nesto's cocky satisfied smile as I enjoyed my cleaning work. - Right. We have to leave in 10 buddy. Bring anything you need, and lets go. I scurried around in my high state getting what I needed. The obvious things; Phone. Wallet. Keys. Oh, and toothbrush in case for whatever reason I didn't get home before bed time. I like to have clean teeth. A few minutes to 9 and off we set to my first GoGo Boi gig here in Boston. We arrived a few minutes early, and rotund club owner Aiden buzzed us both in. - Good to see you here on time Stevie. You are looking pretty sweaty. Did you run? *He asked jokingly* - No, well, Nesto here gave me a hiT of GHB. - Aaaaahhhh, did he now. I cannot have you go on stage covered in sweaT. We'll need to get you showered. - I knew I could rely on you Nezzie. What time did he receive the dose I instructed you to give him? Did you bring my stuff. - 8.05pm! Yeah, here you go bro. Listen, I gotta run, shit to do. - See you at the After Party later Nezzie-boy. So they DID know each other. How naive was I to this entire situation. And now, it was all set up perfectly, in time for some last moment preparations for the piece of nasTy Fuck-Meat in waiting. Aiden was a real jolly chap, nicknaming everyone he came across with a cute shortened version. Stevie. Nezzie. - Okay. Now we need to prepare you for your stage outfit, so, I am going to need you to strip naked, and sit on the couch here. - Yes Boss. - Good boy. You remember your place. I stripped naked, and my reserved nature from a few days ago had completely dissipated. I sat on the couch as told to, and waited to see what my new nighttime Boss would do next. He examined his array of packages he had just received, and pulled out a syringe. He reached for a tourniquet that was lying on his coffee table and he wrapped it around my upper arm, with a cushion underneath to support that arm, telling me to squeeze my hand. He tapped a vein and directed the needle. - What are you giving me? I don't like needles! I might have been high, but my phobia of needles was still there. - Awwwwwwwweeee. Don't worry Stevie. Just a tiny scratch and it will be all over in a second. You can close your eyes if you think it will help you. I did just that. I didn't want to look. He was right, just a quick tiny scratch sensation, and it was over. In went the mystery drug. I took a short sharp gasp, my eyes opened quickly and wide, my heart raced, I was breathing heavily, I was sweating heavily, and fuck, I felt on top of this world, like I was flying into the next universe. Aiden watched on as I writhed about on his couch rubbing myself all over in a piggy frenzy. Still an anal virgin I suddenly felt an intense urge to get fucked. How could this be. I am a Top! Maybe by the end of the night that would read as; 'I was a Top'. I wriggled myself to the edge of the couch, and lay back flinging my legs in the air, keeping them in the air as I held onto behind my thighs for support. - And that is the joys of meTh Stevie. It brings out the real you. And you happen to have one very hairy cunt-hole. We need to get that sorted out before you go on stage. - But I thought you had designated an outfit for me!? - You do have an outfit. But, I like my Dancers to go out looking and feeling their very best. Know what I mean Stevie-boy!? - Uh huh. Where are the other Dancers? - Oh, last minute change to schedule. It's just you tonight. But don't worry, you still only have to do just the hour, and I'll still pay you $200 as promised. I'll be right back. Stay in that position. I know I had been very firm with my nighttime Boss telling him that the audience were not to touch me, but fucking hell, I was out of my head, and badly needed to get a damn good fucking. Now I WOULD allow my audience to do what they want with me. Maybe the Boss would find that unprofessional of me!? After-all, I am new. Maybe I might just after my show go over to the most handsome Man in the crowd, and get him to take me home where he could literally fuck my brains out. The Boss came back with a small bag, and knelt by my hairy-NEG-Virgin Ass.

As many of you know, there's been a problem with spam in private messages here on the site. So, I'm implementing some changes that affect both private messages and forum messages. First, you'll see the message "[think before following links]" before URLs. Second, there will no longer be an actual link you can click – you'll just see the URL. You'll need to copy and paste the URL to go to the page. Which means links will look like this… [think before following links] https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmxVgx1LO77mPwr8r__FQ3g That said, if it's on my list of trusted domains, there will be a link you can click along with the note to think before you click… [think before following links] https://bbbh.com [think before following links] http://rawtop.com If you want a domain added to the list of trusted domains, reply to this thread and explain why. Twitter and Instagram are on my list already. YouTube will not ever be on the list because there is a way to exploit certain YouTube URLs to have them direct you to another site. That said, YouTube video URLs will continue to embed the player. And tweet URLs will continue to embed the tweet. Here are some examples… A YouTube embed… A tweet embed… In both cases you paste the URL, wait a moment, and the URL will be replaced with the embed. Just remember on tweets the account can't be marked as containing sensitive media or else the embed may not work properly. The account (not just the tweet) has be completely PG-13. Hopefully this will put a dent in the spam that's been happening on the site. 🤞

The boyfriend and I were having a typical boring Sunday. I was cooking in the kitchen and he was watching TV and chatting with boys on Grindr, getting the typical pic collectors and flakes. So we were not expecting much. We figured we would make dinner get each other off and go to bed, not anything super exciting. After I was in the kitchen for while he comes in asking questions about how much longer the soup will take, and if it is ready to start to simmer; he has his phone in hand with Grindr open. He quickly confirms my suspicions that he has found an horny boy that wants to come over and it’s more of a right now situation. I see one pic and am totally in. There is a few more messages swapped and am told the slut is on his way. I then ask what he is in to? And am informed he is looking to suck cock. The cock sucker arrives within minutes. He is much more of a bro than I expect, and it makes sense why my man asked me to put on “non-showtunes music.” After about 20 minutes of slightly tedious conversation ranging from football, to travel, to hiking he pipes up and asked “do you want head?” I’m thinking “finally!’ Within no time out pants are around our ankles and he’s on his knees swapping between our cocks. For some reason it’s taking me a minute to get into it, and my cock is not getting hard as a rock as soon as he gets his mouth on my dick. But I stick with it and tweet my nipples and jet it some while I watch him suck on my mans huge cock. He moves back to my now semi hard cock, I continue to tweet my nips and my man plays with our new friends ass. This has the desired effect on our new friend. He looks up and asks “do you have any lube? Wanna fuck my ass?” No mention of condoms, perfect. Before I can respond he’s on all fours in front of the couch and my boyfriend is hanging me lube and poppers. As I lube up my cock and line it up to his hole my boyfriend takes his place in front of the slut and continues to get his dick sucked, I poke around and finally hit the right spot and slide my 8 inches in to the hilt. The boy has done this before no doubt. I start fucking away, get into a rhythm, and take a hit from the poppers. Before I know it he pulls off my boyfriends cock turns around to speak, and I’m worried he is gonna tell me to slow down or go easy, but he just askes to confirm “you’re on prep, right?” We reply In unison “yeah.” This is game on for the bro and he surprises the fuck out of me, telling me to “blast inside” and that he “wants my fucking cum.” This pushes me over the edge and breed his ass within a minute. I wipe my cock off and sit in the chair when my cock is replaced with my boyfriends super thick one. They try a few positions before he gets on his back face to face with my boyfriend legs spread wide begging for more cum. It’s a hot show. He is begging and moaning, has us take some video on his phone of his hole getting fucked. Then is soon rewarded with load two. as quickly as he arrives he is gone. But he is gonna be in town for a few weeks so here is hoping we can breed his very willing hole again.

Chapter 7: *Showtime PrEP continues* First out came the hair clippers. He switched them on and removed all my Ass hair down to stubble, during which time I continued to fly into the next universe. Continuing to be an actual PiG in heat, frequently grunting in euphoric pleasure. - You keep yourself nice and clean down there Stevie. Good a boy should look after himself. And I fully intend to make sure you are very well looked after tonight. - Uh huh. Out came a standard beard razor. He spat a few times on his fingers and smeared his spit around and onto my now VERY eager cunt-hole. I screamed in ecstasy as my entire body physically shuddered, as did my inner being. The Boss chuckled to himself. He knew exactly how this night was going to pan out. He carefully shaved my boi-cunt until it was now properly smooth. I was 'almost' ready for the crowd I would be dancing for tonight. He leaned in and slowly began to very slowly lick me. Sweet mother of fucking Jesus. Those first few licks sent me into the next universe where I was pinging at an intense speed from star to star, for what felt like eternity. I was SCREAMING the fucking place down. If I was single, and met this man in a bar, I would not have given him a second thought, nor chance. So not my type. Yet, here I was! He came back up, and told me pull my own butt cheeks apart and keep holding them until he said otherwise. I again did as I was told, and looked down at his face as he continued to get me ready, just perfectly so. He placed the razor very close to my anus, when an aggressive expression took hold of his face, and he dug the razor in, purposefully cutting me. He repeated this process on the other side of my anus. Two cuts enough to cause some mild bleeding. - That feels a bit sore Boss. What happened down there. - Oh, just some stubborn hairs that wouldn't shift Stevie-boy. Don't worry. You are beautifully smooth down there now. That wasn't the real reason. He was making sure I was going onto stage thoroughly PrEP'ed. 😈 He took out a toothbrush from his bag, and started to brush it very softly over my now completely hairless NEG-Virgin Ass. OH FUCK ... That was feeling too GOOD! Once again I was in that next universe pinging from star to star as I continued my piggy 🐷 grunts of intense euphoria. He only done that for about 1 minute as he still had quite a bit to do to get me ready. - C'mon Stevie, get up, time to get you showered. Follow me. I got up, and as I walked behind him I felt like I was literally floating on air. I could not wait to DANCE! He turned on the shower and in I hopped. As the water hit my skin I was pinging from star to star again. It felt incredibly amazing. Water hitting my skin had never felt like this before. My nighttime Boss put a bucket in the shower, and grabbed hold of the douche. It was time to make sure there was absolutely no barrier between dirTy t☢️xic filThy DNA, and my unprotected cunt flesh. - Right Stevie, I am going to squirt some water up your ass now, and when I do, I want you to hold it for a few seconds, then sit on the bucket, and let it go. Okay!? - Yes Boss. We repeated this action a few times until my soft velvety NEG-Virgin insides were clean as a whistle, and ready to be contaminated with what was best for me, if I knew what was right for me. He poured the bucket contents down the toilet, gave my boi-cunt hole a quick wash and rinse, and threw me a towel. - Dry yourself up Steve-boy, and come to the living room where I and your custom made outfit will be waiting for you. - Yes Boss. As I was left alone, and dried myself, I actually now discovered that all my senses were super heightened. I felt fucking invincible and was ready to Dance ALL night. As the towel brushed over my nipples I noticed that they were rock hard, and poking right out, as though it was freezing cold or something. But I was nice and warm. My entire body was clearly ON-HEAT! I went into Aiden's living room, where I was thrown my custom made shorts especially for this event. They were exactly like the ones he had me try on a few nights ago; Still neoprene, still had the backside that unzipped for easy access. However, these were a different colour; completely black, and across the front part of the waist-band spelled out 'Stevie-boy' in a bright Orange. I felt excited. A thoughtful gifT! I tried them on, and they fit perfectly. They framed my pert round peachy ASS wonderfully! 🍑 - Thank you Boss. I Love them. - You are welcome Stevie. A little memento for you to keep for always, as a small reminder of your first night dancing here, where you potentially might become a regular feature during your stay. Now stand up, I need to put these on you. I stood up, and he attached to my brand new standing to attention nipples a set of stainless steel nipple clamps. He stood back to admire me. - Oh yes. My customers are going to have a very enjoyable evening. OK, two more things to do, and you'll be ready for showtime. He got a RED permanent marker pen and wrote on my back. Starting between my shoulder blades he wrote; NEG PIG. Then in the centre of my back he wrote; POZ ME! Underneath he drew an arrow to my coccyx. A very simple message for the private party goers downstairs, who were by now drinking Beer as they waited for the young NEG Englishman to come down so they could do what PIGGY acts they wanted to with him. 🍆💦👊💦 - Okay. One final touch. Lie on your back on the couch Stevie, legs in the air, and SPREAD them! He knelt before me again, unzipped my brand new custom made shorts, picked up the toothbrush that he was softly brushing over my anus earlier, and slid it inside my ass. He spent a good 5 minutes giving my soft velvety insides a good firm brushing. When he was done he zipped me up, got me to stand up, and MADE me look at the toothbrush. It was bloodied. - Why did you do that Boss? - Just want to make sure you are super ready for your Dance performance. God, how damn naive was I. It had nothing to do with my Dancing! I wasn't even here to dance, was I. That was all just one big ruse. He popped the handle of the bloodied toothbrush between my skin and waist-band to my neoprene dance shorts. Well, really they were quite simply neoprene FUCK-shorts. I clearly had a lot to learn!

Chapter Five: ~ *I cheated on my Lew* Friday had arrived. What would this entire day bring? I set about my new daily routine; Get ready for work, go to work, come home. I was home for 7pm. Only 1 Hour before Nesto would be arriving with my assistance for the evening. I quickly had my shower, then hurriedly ate my take away that I grabbed on the way home (I only ate a little of it), alongside getting some convenience provisions from a mini-store. 7.55pm! Only 5 minutes to spare! I sat on my couch, feeling nervous. All these new things were happening, and I was completely out of my comfort zone. I sat there, heart racing, palms sweating, and generally fidgeting. *BUZZ* ~ Nesto had arrived. I let him in via the intercom. - Come on up. The door will be open, let yourself in. I sat down on my couch, and continued my nervous wait. I heard footsteps, and the closing of my door. He walked into my living room confidently, looked at me and gave me an arrogant and unnerving smirk, and strutted to my kitchen. Not a word was spoken. Fuck. A strange man in my home wandering about not saying anything, my GoGo Boi gig later; I was suddenly overcome with mixed emotions, and my nervousness was becoming worse. I wanted to cancel, but I didn't want to let down Aiden, and it would be nice to make some new friends via fellow dancers in my new temporary city of residence. Nesto walked into my living room with two glassed of cola; - Drink this. Down it in one. I necked it quickly. It tasted salty. He handed me the second glass. - Now drink this. Down in one again. This time is tasted just like regular cola. - Good boy. Have you ever taken GHB before? - No. No. Can't say I have. - The first drink had it in it. The second one was simply to chase it down with. He sat in the opposite corner of the room in the armchair, lit up a joinT, and began smoking. We chatted, and chatted, all the while he was rubbing his crotch. After about 15 minutes after my hiT of GHB I started to fly. Oh wowzers! 🤪 I instinctively stood up quickly, and felt a bit dizzy ... - Kneel on the floor until it fully kicks in PiG-boy. I did as he said. I guess he must know best. He stood up himself, walked to where I was kneeling. There was a round wet patch in his on his light coloured tracksuit bottoms in the crotch area. He pulled them down to reveal a fully erect, heavily pre-cumming uncut Dick. - Now suck it. - But ... - But what? - I'm in a long term trusting monogamous relationship. I can't. Sorry. As I was coming up on the drugs, I was fighting hard to hold onto my usual morals, and was only just managing to remain faithful to my Lew back home. This rough looking Puerto Rican fucker commanded I kneel up straight, and clasp my hands behind my back. Then, I was ordered to open my mouth as wide as I could, and keep it like that. With his beautiful Dick bouncing around (which I had to resist) he bent down grabbing hold of my chin, looking me directly into my eyes. - You have to pay for what I just gave you somehow. I cannot go on giving everything away. Then how would I eat!? As he finished speaking he laughed arrogantly, spitting inside of my mouth a few times. He stood up, pushed the base of his throbbing erect Dick so it was pointing directly towards my mouth, then in it went, almost all the way, with my mouth still very much wide open. - Close your mouth, PiG. 🐷 It closed, with my lips 👄 wrapping around his warm throbbing shaft. It felt great, and now my GHB hiT was getting harder resulting in me now feeling completely relaxed, and, becoming sexually aroused, too. He held the back of my head with both hands, and began pumping his thick solid Dick. First slowly, gradually building up into a steady decent paced rhythm. I know he had been fucking my face for a while, as I was drooling all over the rug. He abruptly withdrew, and stood back, looking at me, laughing. - If you want more of that, you have to BEG! - Please let me suck on your Dick again. Please. - That did not sound like you really want it. - PLEEEEEASE. PLEEEEEASE. I beg you. I want to suck your Dick again. PLEEEEEEEEEASE. I want you to fuck my face just how you were a moment ago. - Oh no. No, the pace has changed PiG-boi. And he was being serious. He slammed back into my mouth, and there was no steady face-fuck, this was now a full on aggressive face fuck, pounding to the back of my throat. Each time after about 20 of his merciless power-thrusts I would be coughing and spluttering, spewing more of my saliva onto the rug. I'd only just moved in! He pounded away like this for several minutes until he was ready to shoot his dirTy load down my gullet. His final leg of power thrusts ended after about 10 short sharp thrusts. He held on tight to the back of my head, THEN ... *SQUIRT* 💦💦💦💦 I felt his Dick twitch inside my mouth, and the first squirt of his hot salty sperm hit the back of my throat. And that was the beginning of his ejaculation which went on for quite a while. After the first several rounds of his semen were shot directly down my throat I had to breath, and again found myself coughing and spluttering, so the remainder of his load got pumped into my mouth. He ordered me to keep my mouth shut, and to swallow ALL he was kindly giving me. Once unloaded and done he shuffled (tracksuit around his ankles) over to where he was sitting a moment ago, and sat down. - I think it is time that PiG-faGGot that has a belly full of my high quality Puerto Rican sperm came over and licked my Dick clean. NOW CRAWL!

I was getting fucked by a guy who had the thickest cock I have ever seen or felt. It was normal sized at the tip, but the base was so thick that I couldn't fit both hands around it. When he really started pounding me, I was having trouble taking it even with good poppers. He suggested I try stroking myself a little. It helped, but I had to stop after 5-6 strokes because I got so close to shooting. Somehow that did the trick though because I could totally take the big piece after that.

On a recent business trip I was horned up so I checked out Grdr app. I get a message from someone with out much of a profile. "hi daddy" he said. I thought oh this is BS or a bot but I responded "hey". I get several hot xxx photos and the guy says "I need some daddy dick and seed." Well I said "ok come to my hotel room so we fuck and Daddy will seed your hole." He said he is a few miles away and will be over shortly. I'm still thinking "yea right." and give him the room number and hotel. I'm checking out my app and BZ when there is a knock on the door. I open it up to see a sweet 19 year old latin guy. He is smiling and is hard in his shorts. I invite him in and he says he really needs dad to "take care of him" and wants to be fucked bad. He drops down to his knees and begins to suck my cock in my underware getting it all wet. I drop my clothes on the floor and he opens his mouth and takes my cock deep inside. Wow he knows how to suck cock. I bend down and play with his ass running my hand under his shorts. He is up and dropping clothes in a pile. We kiss deeply and he gets on the bed. I'm fingering his hole which is all wet and ready. He must have pre-lubed! I shove my hard dick in his hole and begin to pump away. His hole grips my cock so good. Every time I am thrusting he is using his ass muscles. This guy knows how to fuck! I am pounding away and he keeps moaning "yes dad" "fuck my hole. seed me dad" One more deep thrust and cum shoots out of my balls and deep inside his hole. I roll off of him and we talk. He tells me he lives close to the hotel and loves daddies. He works as a server in a diner and has odd hours. He had just gotten off when he saw me online and wanted to get fucked. We kiss more and he sucks me hard again. I slide back inside and fuck him again. He was in the hotel with me for a couple hours and we fucked and fucked. I shot 4 loads in him. The last one was he on top of me bouncing up and down on my dick as he was J/O and he shot his load all over my chest etc and as I felt his ass clench, I shot up inside him. We exchanged numbers and I have seen him a couple more times since then. The last business trip I missed him because he was stuck at work. I hope our schedules match up again because I want that hole again and again. He assured me I would get it again!

I love holding loads as long as I can. Letting that DNA soak in and become part of me.

YES. This. ALL OF THIS. All of you pigs should be getting regular STI checks. A friend of mine had this same experience of having syphylis.

“You’re a lifesaver, Tim!” my friend Peter cried as he strode up to my car pulling two large suitcases. Peter and I were both in our late twenties and had known each other since college. He was already a vice president at a major financial institution, but he was still a little bit irresponsible bordering on careless when it came to his personal life. Hence, him calling me for a lift from the airport because he didn’t realize Uber and Lyft drivers had months ago announced a strike on this very night. “Well, you’re alive, at least,” I chimed in, hopping out into the cold autumn night air to help him stow his luggage. “I still can’t get over you getting a month-long business trip in London, you lucky bastard.” “Oh, the company got its money’s worth out of me,” he sighed, walking back to the passenger’s side door. “Just get me to my front door and let me crash.” I laughed as we hopped in and clicked our seat belts, giving him a quick peck on the lips before pulling out of the pick up lane. “How have classes been? Are the brats still whining about everything like when we were freshmen?” Peter asked as he adjusted the radio. “Of course. This one guy threw a fit after I deducted five points for him using the wrong form of ‘its’.” “Please tell me he’s a science major.” “English. He wants to get a doctorate in Victorian lit, actually.” Peter winced, but his face changed immediately when a Britney Spears song came on. I knew better than to interrupt the music, so I didn’t get a chance to ask him about the boys of the UK or tell him about my three-weeks-and-counting-long sex drought. It took about a quarter hour to reach his place, and by then he already looked like he was succumbing to Hypnos’ embrace. He started to get up, but I tut-tutted him and made a show of opening his door. “Such a…” “Gentleman is the word you’re looking for.” “I know you much too well to believe that,” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing me as he stood up. “Then what would you call me?” “A naughty little slut.” “That’s what you say to the man who just rescued you from the airport? Wow.” “Yup,” Peter grinned. This time I initiated the kiss, pulling away just as he was starting to melt into it. I hefted his suitcases out of the trunk and followed after him as he searched among his keys. “Still got it!” he assured me as he held one up, inserting it into the lock. He swung the door open and pressed the nearby switch, illuminating the entryway. “Well, I guess my part is complete,” I inferred, wheeling his luggage next to the shoe bench. “Is it?” Peter asked. “I dunno. You’re in charge.” Peter pressed me against the wall and kissed me hard. His tongue was deep in my mouth when I heard him shut the door and turn the lights off again. His hands unbuckled my belt and pulled my button-fly apart before my eyes could adjust. “I thought you were tired.” “Shut up and let me enjoy myself.” “Yes, sir.” “Were you hard the whole drive home?” Peter asked, the tiniest glint of moonlight reflecting off the whites of his eyes. “Yeah,” I moaned as he freed my cock from my boxer briefs. I felt his hot breath warming my PA before he changed his mind and lapped at my balls. “You’ve got such a gorgeous cock, Tim.” “You say that like you forgot.” “How could I?” he asked earnestly, swallowing my right testicle. “Fuuuuuuuck,” I hissed. “That’s it. I want to see a fountain of precum leaking out of your cock head.” He continued to work on my sack until my dick had obeyed his command. He grinned up at me, pumping the foreskin back before tracing the perimeter of my glans with his tongue. “You look so fucking hot sucking my cock, Pete.” The monster straight up deepthroated my seven-and-a-half inches with no warning. I practically collapsed as he inhaled my member until his nose was buried in my trimmed pubes. The fucker didn’t even come up for air for a good half minute. “I needed this,” he coughed once he’d pulled off. “So I can expect a five star review?” I joked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Only a four-and-a-half. Your dick is too clean; it doesn’t have that nice ass, coconut oil, and cum flavor straight from another boy’s booty.” “I can fix that,” I assured him. I pulled him up and tried to spin him around, but he stopped me. “Wait, Tim. I just got off a six hour flight,” he laughed. “Ah, gotcha,” I replied, trying my best to mask my disappointment. “You know how much I love impaling myself on this fat, pierced cock,” he reassured me. “And I will, as soon as I’m ready.” “I guess I can settle for an excellent blow job.” “Who said anything about settling?” Peter winked, spinning me around. “You wanna get fucked, boy?” “Fuck, yeah.” “I bet you hopped right in the shower and cleaned yourself out the moment I hung up.” “Hole in one,” I answered as he guided me onto all fours on the bench. I kicked off my shoes and he pulled my jeans and underwear past my ankles to join them. “That’s what I like about you, Tim. You’re a professional slut.” I blushed, but only for a split second. My cock leapt up against my chest the instant I felt Peter’s breath on my hole. “So smooth,” he cooed, flicking his tongue against it. We started a call and response: his tongue moving in reaction to my moans and vice versa. “You like that?” he asked, pushing my sweater and t-shirt up so that I could remove them without interrupting the flow. “You know I do.” He instructed me to prise my cheeks apart, allowing him to insert his tongue deeper into my hole. “Not fair,” he whined, delivering a sharp spank to each mound of flesh. “God gave you such an amazing cock and this fucking cock-milking bubble butt, too.” “Nobody said life was fair,” I chuckled, earning myself another half dozen spanks. Now it was my time to whine as he pulled away to remove his clothes, first kicking his shoes across the foyer and then making quick work of his dress shirt and slacks. True to form, he’d flown commando, and now his drooling six-inch prick was fully visible. He pulled his own foreskin back and pressed the glans against my wet hole, seeing just how far he could go with only saliva and precum for lube. I tried to lock eyes with him, but I winced with each prod. “You like that, Tim? Do you want it inside you?” “I do,” I hissed. “But I need some lube.” “I guess I can acquiesce to that demand. But next time you’d better come pre-lubed with cum,” Peter replied seductively. “You haven’t been getting fucked like you should, have you?” “No, I haven’t.” “It’s a good thing I came back when I did,” he tsked, reaching into one of the pockets of his checked bag. My cock jumped again when I saw him retrieve a bottle of BoyButter. Peter showed more self-restraint that I would’ve, taking his time to work several lubed fingers into my hole as he jacked his slicked cock with his other hand. By the time he’d achieved the desired result I was practically howling for him to fuck me. “Ready?” “Please!” I felt his head push past my outer ring, then my inner ring. In spite of his efforts, the previous three weeks’ inaction caused me a decent amount of irritation. “Catch your breath, Tim,” Peter ordered, carding his hand through my hair. “…I’m good.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” He leaned down and kissed me on the back of my neck, then resumed his push forward. When he had almost completely sheathed himself, I pushed myself back, catching him completely off guard. “You little shit!” he laughed. “You almost made me cum.” “You’re that close?” “It was a long flight, okay?” he answered defensively. He spanked me hard when I shook my butt in response. Normally I could count on Peter for self-control, but from the sound of his ragged breathing and the rhythm of his thrusts I knew this fuck was not destined to last. I decided to put him out of his misery and prove once again the “vers” in my online profiles’ “vers top” classification. “Bad…boy,” he whined, trying to hold me in place with his hands. “Gonna make you cum,” I replied, bouncing my bubble butt up and down on his cock. “No…you…won’t.” “C’mon, Pete…breed me!” His whole body went rigid, then the convulsions started. He shook from the top of his head to the tips of his toes with each rope of hot cum he blasted into my hungry ass. His orgasm was so intense we made the bench move four inches away from the wall. “Timmy, you naughty fucking slut,” he whispered as he collapsed onto me. “You absolute fucking cum dump.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He reached around and kissed me, but had to pull away as he was still struggling for air. “I wanted to take it slow.” “You can take it slow for round two.” “What makes you think there’s going to be a round two?” Peter inquired, running his hands through my hair. “Because I know you,” I chuckled. “Oh? I dunno, I’m getting pretty tired and I don’t know if you’re welcome anymore.” “So you don’t want to churn up your cum in my ass and seed me with a second load tonight?” He didn’t even need to reply. I felt the first jolt of his next erection against the walls of my insides. “I guess,” he said, trying to sound exasperated. “But we’re fucking on your bed. I don’t know if this bench can withstand much more fucking.” “If it breaks in the next year, you’re buying me a new one,” he warned, pushing himself up and startling both of us as his cock popped out of my ass. “Fuck, I really made a mess.” “How bad?” I asked, pushing my butt back towards him. He wiped his index finger up my crack and pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste the mixture of lube and his cum. “Not bad at all.” We both laughed as I worked my way up to my feet with his assistance. He kissed me hard, grinned, and then slid across the hardwood floors toward the stairs in his rainbow socks. I chased after him, nearly managing to catch him before he’d flopped on his king size bed. “It’s going to be a minute.” “You’ve got exactly one,” I warned, straddling him at just the right distance that he could only lick the tip of my glans if he leaned forward. I pinched one of his nipples and cupped his smooth balls as he struggled to taste more of my still hard cock. “Bastard. Gimme that cock!” I inched forward, allowing him to swallow just the head. He shot me a dirty look but dutifully sucked what I’d given him. “More.” “‘More’, what?” “More right now, goddamnit!” I shook my head and pulled back, pushing my cheeks against his half mast cock. He struggled to thrust against me, but all the leg muscle I’d gained from swimming, volleyball, and soccer kept him locked in place. “You fucker.” “You love it.” Unfortunately for me, Peter had been on the wrestling team all through high school. The second I looked back to assess the state of his cock, he tossed me up and onto my back. “Wait.” “Fuck waiting,” Peter growled irritably. “You’re getting fucked hard and fast, and this time I’m not letting you get away without emptying your balls.” I moaned as he followed through with his promise, sliding his cock back into my cum-sloppy hole. He leaned down and kissed me hard when I tried to say something. “You should be getting fucked like this all the goddamn time,” Peter continued, leaning back. I lifted my head up to say something, but all I saw was him taking my cock…in his mouth. He was sucking my cock while he fucked my cum-filled ass. My eyes rolled back in my head and I went limp. The next five minutes were pleasure overload. I couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, much less verbalize them. My muscles, which only moments before had served me, became utterly compliant to Peter’s wishes. “Mmmmf.” I was vaguely aware of a slurping noise as Peter simultaneously deepthroated me and buried his cock against my prostate. It was too much. I spurted stream after stream of cum down Peter’s throat as my ass clamped down on his cock. Not even the lake of cum inside me could provide enough lubrication to keep him in motion, although he struggled to keep thrusting. “Unnnnhh!” His second orgasm was even more intense than his first, and I could’ve sworn he didn’t stop unloading in me for a solid minute. Once he’d finally stopped, he collapsed onto me, snaking his arms around my back. “Welcome home,” I chuckled, kissing his neck. “I hope you don’t have plans tomorrow,” he whispered, cuddling against me. “Let’s sleep in late, fuck, have some breakfast, fuck some more, watch a movie…” He’d fallen asleep. He’d fallen asleep, and the bastard was still inside me. ————— I heard the pad of footsteps just as I finished plating the first batch of pancakes. Looking up from the stove top, I caught sight of a naked Peter glancing back at me with heavily lidded eyes. “The bed got cold without you,” he muttered, annoyed. “But I guess since you made food I can forgive you.” I stuck my tongue out at him as he walked behind me, taking me in his arms. I wasn’t wearing anything but an apron, and I could already feel his cock stirring against my butt. “Y’know, I completely forgot to tell you something last night.” “What’s that?” I inquired, squeezing a dollop of syrup onto each stack of pancakes. “I forgot to pack my meds with me when I went overseas. It’s been a full month since I’ve had a dose.” I froze up. “You’re on PrEP, idiot,” he laughed, lightly slapping the back of my head. “I just figured I should let you know in case some eager young twink wants to slide his bare cock into your ass while it’s still full of my unmedicated cum.” “Pete, I went off PrEP three months ago.” “…what?” He pulled away and started to pace back and forth behind me. “Fuck, why?” “I’ve only been having sex with undetectable guys, and not that much. I just figured I didn’t need it.” “Fuck, Tim. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered. “We still have time. We can get you PEP, and…” I felt like I was able to pass out, but then I looked down and saw something incredible: my cock was completely erect, making a tent with Peter’s apron. “Tim, I’m so…if I’d known…” “Pete, wait.” I turned around and pulled the apron to the side so he could see my cock. It was already leaking precum. Peter’s face rapidly changed from bewilderment to concern to…arousal. “What are you trying to tell me, Tim?” “You already know,” I replied, looking at Peter’s rapidly hardening cock. “Then I guess,” he started, spinning me back around and leaning me against the kitchen counter, “we’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us.”

I discovered the Bull in Berlin about five or six years ago when one of my friends recommended it to me. I was spending the weekend in Berlin - one of my very favourite places to unwind. I had spent a very enjoyable and relaxing Saturday roaming through the streets of the city and was meeting some friends for dinner in the evening. I had been working hard for weeks and had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to cruising in the Tiergarten later on but around 11pm it started raining heavily. I was disappointed - I really wanted to find a fit arse to fuck and I was also very much in the mood to drop my pants and bend over to take a few loads myself. I was just debating what to do when I remembered that one of my friends had recommended the Bull and I decided to try it out. I arrived there shortly after midnight and found a front bar which opened out at the back into a large darkroom with a toilet leading off it. It was quite quiet when I got there at first and I had a couple of drinks and then ventured into the darkroom and watched two guys fucking bareback for a while before returning to the bar for another drink. The place was filling up now and soon it was quite busy. I was ready for some action now and made my way back to the darkroom. It was packed now and guys were sucking and fucking all around. There was a real mix of guys, some young, some older, some really fit looking young lads, some guys who looked a bit gaunt and one or two who looked positively ravaged. I noticed straight away that almost no one was using condoms and I knew I was going to enjoy myself. I watched a young blond twink being fucked and loaded by a much older guy and soon I was being sucked off by a tall, slim, dark haired guy. He sucked me for a while and then offered me his arse. I slid up him easily and fucked him for a while but I didn't want to cum yet so after a while I pulled out and let the guy standing next to me take over. I enjoyed cruising in the dark room for a bit longer, sucking a couple of cocks and slipping mine up a young lad I had noticed at the bar earlier on. I cruised around for a while longer and then went back to the bar for another drink. A really nice looking, slightly chubby guy made room for me and we smiled at each other. He was really attractive and I had noticed him in the darkroom earlier. He had been standing at the side watching the action but had not joined in. I made my way back to the darkroom and soon I was fucking a guy who was lying in one of the slings. I looked round and noticed the chubby guy standing watching the action again. I pulled out the guy in the sling and as I did another guy pushed his cock up him. I had noticed this guy earlier on - he had short blond hair and very piercing eyes. He was wearing a striped T shirt and on his upper left arm I could see a biohazard tattoo. He also had a big thick cock and as I watched him fucking the lad in the sling my cock was harder than it had been in a long time. I went for another drink and when I came back the chubby guy was bent over the bench at the side of the darkroom being fucked - I watched for a while and when the guy pulled out him I took his place. The chubby guy didn't look round as I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed it up his arse. I was really horny now and I enjoyed every minute of fucking this fit lad's arse. I knew I wouldn't last long and so I started off slowly and then I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him faster. After about ten or twelve more thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into his arse. I left the darkroom and went for another drink. Even though I had just cum heavily, I was still very horny and I knew I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I thought about the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo and my dick started to get hard again. I went into the toilet, lubed my arse and then went back into the darkroom and soon I was sucking off a fit looking dark haired guy. I sucked him for a while and then stood up. We kissed and his hand went down the back of my pants and found my hole. I sucked him for a bit longer and then I pulled my pants down and offered my arse. He slid up me easily and soon I was being fucked hard in the middle of the darkroom. It was very horny - the lad I had fucked earlier was bent over next to me taking another raw cock up his fit arse and all around I could see bare cocks sliding up unprotected arses. The dark haired guy was fucking me harder now and then he pushed his cock right up me and held it there and I knew I was being filled with cum. When he pulled out I looked around and saw the guy with the piercing eyes standing to the side looking at me. I knew he could give me what I wanted and slowly I turned round and pushed my arse in his direction. Nothing happened for a moment and then I felt him behind me . I pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I pushed back and felt his big cock slide slowly but surely right up my arse. He began to fuck me, slowly at first and then he began to fuck me harder. He took hold of my hips and began to fuck me even harder and then he pulled me up and said something in my ear. I understand German perfectly well and I knew he was asking me if I wanted him to poz me. I nodded and he pushed me back down and began to fuck me harder than I had been fucked in a long long time - it was one of the best fucks of my life. I could tell he was getting close and I knew that I knew that within seconds I was going to take a load of toxic cum into my arse. I took hold of my cock and began to wank as he pulled me close and pushed his cock right up me. As I felt his cum pumping into me I shot another big load of cum out in front of me. It was about a year later I was back in the Bull looking forward to some more horny fun. I was having a drink at the bar when I noticed the doorman talking to a fit young lad who had just come into the bar. He was trying to explain something and the lad didn't seem to understand. I went over to help and explained to the lad that he was being asked to check in his bag behind the bar and would have to pay a euro. The lad grinned at me, thanked me for helping him out and offered to buy me a drink. "I'm Sam," he said. I told him my name and we shook hands. It turned out that Sam was from the same part of Scotland as me, was 19 years old and was a student in his second year at university. He was a very fit looking young lad, slim with dark, floppy hair, an engaging smile and an incredibly fit arse. I asked him what had brought him to the Bull and he told me that he had recently split up with his boyfriend and one of his friends had told him the Bull was a good place to have some fun. I finished my drink and said I was going to explore the darkroom. Sam grinned and said he would need to have a few more drinks before he ventured in there and I left him to it. I had some fun in the darkroom and when I came back to the bar Sam was finishing one drink and starting another. He grinned at me and I smiled back. A little later I noticed him standing at the side of the darkroom watching the action. He seemed to be frowning and after a while he left the darkroom. When I went back into the bar he came over to me. "Do they not have any condoms here?" he asked. I shook my head. "I guess you have to bring your own." "Oh, right," he said. "Do you like to play safe, then?" I asked. Sam nodded, looking very serious, "Always." he said When I came back to the bar a little later, Sam was flirting heavily with a very good looking blond guy. He had clearly had a few more drinks and as I watched them I realised that I had met the blond guy before. I didn't really know him, but I had met him a couple of times in company with my friend Rudi. I remembered that his name was Timo and I remembered being told that, like Rudi, Timo was HIV positive and not on any meds. I could see that Sam was all over him and after a while, Timo took him by the hand and led him towards the darkroom. A few minutes later I was in the darkroom watching from a discrete distance as they kissed and before too much longer Sam was down on his knees sucking Timo's cock. He sucked him for a while and then Timo pulled him up and they kissed again. Timo said something and Sam nodded and then pulled his trousers and his white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. Timo pulled out a small pack of lube and began to finger some into Sams arse. He then put some on the end of his cock and began to push it against Sam's hole. Sam didn't resist and soon Timo was pushing his big bare cock right up Sam's arse. He gave Sam a moment to get used to it and then began to fuck him. I got my cock out and began to play with it as I watched them fuck. Sam was being fucked quite hard now and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. I could see that Timo was getting close and as I watched he pushed his cock right up Sam's arse, held it there, and bred him. A little later, Sam was back at the bar sinking another drink. He grinned at me and I smiled back, wondering if he had any idea that he now had a toxic load deep in his bottom. I had another drink and got chatting to a guy I knew slightly while Sam downed another couple of drinks, one after the other. He then got up and steadied himself against the bar before making his way rather unsteadily towards the darkroom. I entered the darkroom just behind him and watched as he walked over to the other side of the room, stood for a moment, and then pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent over the bench, arse in the air. Seconds later he was being fucked bareback by an older guy who fucked him until he shot his load up him and when he pulled out another guy took over and then another. Sam was now sucking on any cock that was presented to him as he let guys breed his arse without even looking round. I was just about to take my turn when I noticed the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo who had bred me the year before step up and push his cock up Sam's arse. He shot his load quite quickly and when he pulled out I took his place. My cock slid up Sam's cummy hole easily and I began to fuck him. I knew I wouldn't last very long and after about ten or twelve thrusts I began to shoot my load into his cum filled arse. As I finished cumming he turned round and grinned drunkenly at me as a thin, gaunt, older guy with a scorpion tattoo took his turn. I watched two more guys fuck him before he pulled up his pants and stumbled out of the darkroom. I joined him at the bar and he grinned and leaned in close to me "I've been a bit naughty," he said with a grin, "I'll need to be more careful from now on." A short time later I was walking through the deserted streets on my way back to my hotel, enjoying the warm summer air. I thought about Sam and wondered just how many guys had bred him that night and how many of them had deposited a toxic load in him. I wondered if he would go back to playing safe and reflected that it probably wouldn't make much difference either way now. I was fairly sure that Sam was going to leave Berlin with something he didn't have when he arrived.

Chapter One: My boyfriend were out at our favourite restaurant celebrating two occasions. Our 4 year anniversary, and my promotion at work which entailed me going to Boston, from England, for 6 months. I was due to leave in 1 week. Once we got home from our happy celebrations, we carried on drinking with our own chilled Champagne on a blanket, on the floor, with some sweet sugary nibbles, Mediterranean house music, and each others wonderful company. Our own little picnic. We laughed, reminisced, made more plans for the future, and of course, we ending up having our usual wild passionate sex which had not dwindled at all in all the time we had been a couple. The evening ended with emptying the load in my balls deep inside his ass. We were both Neg, and Monogamous, so, all was fine in our own little world. As our final week together for a long while went on, we both became anxious. We really did not want to be away from one another. BUT, in the long term I was doing this for us, to give us a better future. And then, that dreaded day came. My flight. He took me to the airport, and we shared our goodbye that went on for far too long, with mutual waves through floods of tears as I disappeared through security. Once I was settled on the other side we continued our very emotional goodbyes via app. It was so hard, but, this had to be done. But, would my plan for a better future for me and my man go smoothly, or would there be repercussions? 😈 Once I arrived in Boston there was a chauffeur waiting to drive me to my new apartment for the next 6 months. I was already missing my Man terribly, yet, excited too to be in new unknown surroundings. It was all so thrilling. My employers had rented me a rather posh apartment in a well to-do part of town. My boyfriend would be squealing if he saw this. Our home was comfy, and merely modest. And we were happy with what we had, for the time being. I had a shower, then went out for a quick meal, came home, prepared for my first day at work the following day, took some sleepers so I could get onto Boston time, and I was very soon asleep, ready for the next part to my life. The following day I awoke fully refreshed, and arrived into work bang on time at 8am, eager to begin. On my first day at work I spent it with my boss, who with great strong strides and authority marched over to me and shook my hand, introducing himself; - Good Morning. You must be Steven from England. I am a confident being, but suddenly I felt my stomach knot. INSTANT sexual tension! - Ye ... Yeah. I mean, yes, yes I am. Good Morning to you too. And you are? - I am Ayan. Come through to my office. Follow me. I could not help but notice the extremely abnormal over sized package in his groin area, and down his leg. Wha .... I would very soon be thinking of Ayan as my *daytime boss*. We spent the day talking about my role, duties, and how the company operates, plus getting to know each other on a personal level too. It was all very laid back, whilst also retaining a certain air of formality, with that bubbling obvious two way sexual tension going on. He seemed to be keen on probing me about my hobby as a Dancer, which I put on the hobbies section on my application for the post. Having both came out to one another earlier in the day and our instant spark, I felt at ease to be able to tell him I have danced and do dance as a Go-Go boi as I really enjoyed doing it, and the extra money comes in handy, not that I need it. As I spoke his huge nipples underneath his pristine crisp ironed shirt seemed to become aroused. poking and pressing underneath the fabric, causing it to form two unmistakable and mouth-watering cotton mountains. My virgin cunt twitched! Virgin? Yes, but more about that later After my first day at work he took me out to dinner at a posh restaurant, which was then promptly followed on with a gay bar. It wasn't your typical crazy bar. The Music was subtle, gentle and quiet enough so you could have a proper conversation and minus any of the also typical sexual energy you frequently would find. Perfect for me as I was faithful to my boyfriend of 4 years back home in England, for which I was very clear to Ayan. We started out with a few cocktails each. - I hope you are not a bottom. Lots of hungry virile tops more than willing to plant their seed inside a cute young English boy like yourself. His charm and confidence made me feel relaxed, so his sussing me out did not make me feel uncomfortable. His directness and air of control once again made my Virgin cunt twitch! 🍑

Daddy Issues Hey everyone... first post here. Definitely happy I found this place- haven’t really found an alternative for people sharing stories, especially pertaining to this sort of subject matter. Loosely based on a series of encounters many years ago, but ones that I think back to a good amount. Decided to write about it. I was probably 21 or 22 at the time. Names, events, and descriptions have been modified for fun and because I can’t remember everything anyway. I hope some of you enjoy it. -- My stomach felt hot; the type of warmth that twists your gut on an empty stomach with nerves. And despite the beads of sweat dripping down my face, the rest of me was freezing. Standing outside the townhouse unit, bundled up in an oversized maroon hoodie and a pair of baggy black jeans, my hands were crossed and tucked under my armpits, teeth chattering as I waited in the chilly doorway. Even in the dark I could see the steamy clouds of breath with each exhale, and the gentlest draughts sent shivers across the sheet of sweat forming on my face. I was beginning to wonder if this had been a bad idea. It wasn’t that I minded the cold; the cold and I usually got along. But it was distinctly sobering. And the buzz from earlier was beginning to subside, leaving room for the more sensible parts of my brain to enter. And they were beginning to suspect that I was perhaps biting off more than I could chew. The cum threatening to leak out of my hole also raised a good point. My ex, Sam, had been especially rough today. Was I really up for more after that? Shouting at me while he fucked me like a ragdoll, twisting my sensitive nipples painfully until I arched my back and screamed, then stuffing his tongue down my throat as he emptied into my guts and practically threw my clothes at me afterwards... Sam and I... had issues. But he was also my main and only connection. And he liked the money while I liked to party—sometimes even with him. And our openness with one another tended to increase as a function of tina. Like I said—issues. Mercifully, I was spared further self-reflection when the door clicked and creaked open, revealing a firmly built father-figure who stood a solid six inches taller than me. I would have guessed him at roughly six foot two. “Sinking feeling?” I recited from adam4adam, smiling loosely, head crooked off to the side slightly. A grin spread across his face. “Just Chris is fine,” he greeted. “Daniel, right?” I nodded. “Come on in,” he invited, stepping off to the side as the door swung ajar. The contrast couldn’t have been more pronounced as I moseyed on by him. Aside from being substantially taller, Chris was large; broad-shouldered with the beginnings of a healthy paunch. He had the type of body that was once very built but had succumbed to a desk job and too much beer in later life. Atop his head, fiery red hair dotted with grey formed a halo around an emerging bald spot. There was lingering hesitation. But it was also cold and I very much wanted to find some warmth. The husky, broad build attached to the heavy voice was also something of a weakness of mine. So with all this in mind I muted Jiminy and stepped in past the threshold. The instant the door shut I found myself engulfed. Thick, fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around my chest, pulling me close to the grey button-up that draped loosely over the muscle-bear’s torso. Gasping, possibly on cue or as a reflex, I leaned into the embrace and craned my head up, parting my lips as his mouth pressed down on me and pushed his thick tongue inside. Meanwhile, one great big paw found my ass and squeezed my left cheek through the cold fabric, making me jump. He seemed pleased by this—as he pulled away, his face was bright with mischief. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you could make it,” he growled. “Thanks for having me,” I responded sheepishly. “I’m glad I could come too.” He smirked. “Come on. We’re upstairs,” he instructed, grasping my hand as he lead me up the steps. As he pulled I had to hurry a bit to keep up. Passing the first door on the left, we scurried to the second, at which point Chris shoved it open and pulled me inside. The ceiling lights had been turned off; only the lamps in the corner and on the bedside table were lit, giving the room a dim ambiance. Immediately my eyes glanced to the nightstand- where a pair of old-fashioned glasses sat, their smooth edges catching the low light of the bedroom, making the red of the drink inside blush a deep crimson. Adjacent to it, a pair of syringes nestled together conspicuously. And below, a bag of crystals rested beside glass pipe and a little blue pill. At the sight of the needles, my heart began to pound. “It’s all right there,” I murmured. There was that doubt again. Was this a good idea. It wasn’t much of a question. But it might be a fun idea, I argued, and in many ways that was far more compelling. Either oblivious to my uncertainty or electing to move past it, Chris was already retrieving the glasses. Smiling welcomingly, he offered one. “It’s G. And Gatorade. You said you’ve done G?” I nodded, and reached out to accept. “Yeah. Thanks,” I murmured. Admittedly, I kind of hated G but declining felt rude. And anything to take the edge off sounded good so I smiled politely and braced for the worst. Nodding, he raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, then clinked and chugged it back in one great gulp with what I assume was the Viagra, inviting me to follow suit. Following his lead, I drank the poorly masked acrid flavour, downing it in two swigs. Grimacing as I set the cup down, I sunk down onto the bed and reached for my shoulders, peeling away the thick layers of clothing I’d come wrapped in. Wiping my damp face against the inside of the scratchy fabric as it slid past my smooth stomach, the hoodie pooled messily on the floor. Meanwhile, Chris licked his lips and undid his belt, pulling the leather strap from outside his jeans as his murky eyes watched me undress. As my pants and boxers fell down around my lightly haired legs, showing off my freshly shaven groin, I could feel the buzz on my skin from his eyes outlining me- tracing over my lithe form as he drew his mental image. Looking back at him, by comparison he was a giant- I was barely five foot eight, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and what could readily be described as a pallid complexion. Where my face was clean-shaven conceal my years, he wore his time with pride. I had no illusions that he was likely close to lapping both my weight and age; if I was a hundred and forty pounds, I estimated Chris at around two sixty. Maybe more. In his forties, if adam4adam was to be believed. In truth, I’d been very surprised when he’d even responded. But then we started talking and he rather directly advised that I was his type. And he was definitely mine. And despite the remnants of tina from a cloudy overcast, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, I could feel the bed sag around him, displacing the mattress such that I popped up a bit. Pulling me close, I could see that his pupils were dilated like mine. I smiled. “Been having fun?” I joked. “Yeah, but just by myself tonight,” he replied, then all but dragged me onto his lap. Turning me around to face him, he seemed delighted to find how pliable and malleable my light body was in his hands, and I eagerly bent into his touch. “I’m glad we could fix that,” I returned wanly. He let out a chuckle. Digging his fingers into the smooth face of my ass, he began to peel the globes apart, making me shiver as I leaned against his chest. Then a probing finger touched my wet entrance. He paused. “What’s this?” My heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” I responded nervously. Instinctively my body moved to pull back, but then one of his hands rose and it was futile- like a steel cable across my back, locking me in place. “That,” I said slowly, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “That would be my ex.” A moment of silence fell upon us. The hand digging into my pucker pulled back and I managed to wrestle my face to the side. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at his paw, examining the sheen of translucent cum on the tip of his index finger. To my surprise, he licked it. “Hot,” he responded, then reached back down, gathering more of the viscous fluid that had just started to leak out slowly onto his jeans. Once satisfied, I felt the arm on my back ease up and he let me pull back, only to press the cum-soaked finger against my lips. My dick immediately sprang to life. “Was it any good?” he asked as my mouth accepted the offering, swirling the tongue around his fingertip as he watched me lap away Tom’s juices. As the finger left my mouth, I licked my lips. “It was... alright, I guess. Kind of rough.” “I see,” he returned softly. “You like rough?” My voice hitched. Oh if only you knew, my brain snickered. On the outside, my voice returned coyly, “Sometimes. Maybe. Depends on the other person.” “I see.” Then a pause. All I could really feel was his fingers stroking my back gently. I began to wonder if I’d done something wrong. “Chris?” I asked. “Are you sure about this?” he asked slowly, carefully. “Sure about what?” I echoed. And then suddenly I was facing the bedside table. Following his bicep to forearm to outstretched fingers, I spied the instruments from earlier—specifically the rigs. “This,” he clarified. Oh. That. My stomach knotted. I licked my lips. “I think so.” “Think?” he repeated. Heavy hands stroked my arm, soothing and warm. I nestled in closer, enjoying the arm around my waist. A moment passed. Then another. Words were suddenly tough. I opened my mouth to speak but everything snagged and I gave up, shutting my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Daniel...” he said gently, nearly making me jump. “It’s okay if you just want to smoke. We’re going to have a good time either way, right?” “I know but...” “But what?” he asked softly. Well, there it was; I wasn’t going to be allowed indecision here. And he had very graciously offered me a way out. My eyes wandered to the loaded pipe. The tina had melted into the lower hemisphere, giving it a pearly look. And in that pearly gloss there was something comfortably familiar to it. But as my gaze wandered back to the pair of syringes, all loaded and set aside for us, my heart pounded inside my chest. Excitement crept upon me. Sucking in a deep breath, I provided my answer before I could formulate a proper case against it. “I want to try it,” I admitted. “With you.” Chris stared at me for a good minute. Slowly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Good.” He almost sounded relieved. With the G beginning to hit me, a clumsy warmth had radiated outwards from my gut and sunk into the extremities where it settled. Messily, I shuffled off Chris’s lap, planting a kiss on his fuzzy cheek as I went. Rising from the bed, he gathered one of the syringes and looked around for a moment, brow furrowed in contemplation, before opening the drawer and retrieving a bright orange rubber strap and a pair of square swab packets. Settling down in front of me, kneeling to keep himself level, he tied the rubber band around my arm. “Make a fist.” Within a few moments, he’d found the vein. Tearing the packet with his front teeth, he wiped the faint bump with an alcohol swab and licked his lips, eyes narrowed in focus as the tip of the needle approached the raised flesh. “Let me know if it hurts. At all. Ok?” I nodded, sucking in a breath to brace myself. I didn’t like needles. Probably the main reason I hadn’t learned how to do this myself. Or done this. Well, that and Sam didn’t like them either. The prick through skin stung but only momentarily. Subsiding as quickly as it came, Chris glanced up at me, prompting me to shake my head. Nodding, he slowly he pulled back on the plunger, drawing a flash of blood. “Anything?” he asked. Once more I shook my head. “Good.” And then he pressed forward, unloading the chemicals into my arm. Wasting no time, he smoothly retracted the needle, placed a cotton-ball on the entry point, and released the orange band from my arm. “Arm up. Hold that. And lie back,” he instructed. Hand above my head, holding the ball in place as told, I sunk back onto the bed and wondered when it would hit me. It wasn’t long. Within maybe two seconds I could feel my skin flush, like I’d suddenly been plugged into the wall and electrocuted. Coursing over my arms, finding my chest and stomach, traveling down into my legs and toes, then all the way up my neck. Like a tingling, tickling fire the burning feeling built in my throat, rapidly reaching a fever pitch and I coughed hard, involuntarily releasing the cotton as I clutched my chest and heaved. With each retching gasp, pleasure ripped through my body, making me shake as I rode the wave. Above, Chris simply watched, smiling from ear to ear as I unraveled in front of him. Whether it was fifteen seconds or five minutes before I regained the ability to speak I do not know. What I do recall is what I said. “Holy fuck.” The remark was whispered as my hands moved on their own accord—up to my face, then down across my chest, and experimentally grazing my swollen nipples. Then they migrated south, detouring at my cock, exploring my twitching hole, and completing their lap by returning to my face. Everything twitched. My skin buzzed. And there was a ringing in my ears that made everything seem so close and far at the same time. “It’s... I can’t... oh my god...” I stammered, panting on the bed. In my head the apprehensions were melting away—reservations disappearing in a maelstrom of heat—leaving nothing but impulse, fantasy, and want. Everything felt like a good idea. Cum, piss, cocks, toys, fists, pain, humiliation- my mind jumped from idea to idea, pirouetting from scene to scene, electrified by the prospect of my current companion holding my hand as we delved into pig hell. Roaring through my mind, the need to be used like a fuck-toy all but raced through my head, liberated from its cage by the chemicals hijacking me. Peeling my hands away from my face, I turned to Chris. “It’s so much,” I whispered. To this, Chris chuckled, spotting his own vein as he aimed the syringe. “Just breathe, baby,” he instructed. “I’ll be there soon.” His cough was considerably less laboured. And as the strap fell away he began to undress, shucking his loose button-up over his shoulders, allowing me to see his powerful biceps and thick chest muscles that were loosely covered by red and gray hair. And, deliciously, a pair hairy armpits that reeked with sweat. Reflexively, I licked my lips. Then he began to remove his jeans, unfastening the button and sliding them past his hairy legs as he removed them with his boxers. He was already getting hard- between his legs sat a chubby cock, nestled in a patch of red hair and two huge, low-hanging balls. Resting his weight on his forearm, he settled on his side next to me. “So,” he asked, licking his fingers before pressing his hand against my chest. “How are you feeling?” The bass tones of his voice were lightened by amusement as his finger and thumb found one of my swollen nipples. Inhaling sharply as he rolled them between his heavy digits, I let out a yelp as he gave a quick squeeze. Finding my bearings, riding the exhilarating pleasure, I managed to suck in a lungful of air. “Amazing,” I breathed, rising from the bed, biting my lip as I took in his full naked body- from his huge hands to his growing dick, to the powerful centre that connected them all. Imagining my holes used like sleeves for every part sticking out of him—a human waste receptacle for his cum and piss. Someone’s boy to use. His boy to use. “Better than puffing it?” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely,” I agreed. “Good,” he growled, pulling me close in a crushing kiss. Breathless as we broke away, I felt giddy. Suckling his neck, I moved in close, balancing myself on my knees around one of his resting thighs. I needed to taste him. Reaching gently for one of his arms, I touched the thin layer of fur, then lightly lifted it with his assistance above his head and dug my tongue into his hairy pit. With him palming the back of my head to pull me closer, I inhaled the heavy, musky smell and my body jolted with excitement. Lapping at the sweaty, salty, acidic flavour I drank greedily until there was nothing left and let out a pleading noise. Above, he chuckled throatily and released my face as the other arm rose in an invitation that I was happy to accept. Electing to not grip my head this time, his free hand found its way to my ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp as I continued to service him. Between the smooth globes his fingers crawled, teasing my hole as it traced the outside, gathering the leaking cum. Shifting my weight, I arched my back, inviting the finger for closer inspection. Still slightly slick with Sam’s load, his ring finger pushed onwards roughly, making every nerve tingle. But all I could think was more. “Please,” I begged. “Please what, boy?” he teased, extracting the intruding digit only to thrust it back inside. Pulling away from his pit, I looked at the heavy, hungry expression that had overtaken Chris’s initially welcoming features. Something distinctly dark had taken over his face—the same unhinged need the chemicals had unleashed in myself, but funneled through his want to control. My chest fluttered in delight. “I want you to use me,” I whispered. “To fuck me. To fill me.” Studying my face, all twisted with need, his dilated eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing soft and slow. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that, Daniel.” My breathing hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, sucking the soft skin as he bit down. I let out a groan, feeling the skin tingle as his teeth sunk. Traveling up to my ear, he licked as he went, nipping my earlobe before settling his mouth just outside. I could hear his heavy panting and it made me crackle with excitement. “And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you,” he hissed, digging his finger deeper, coating it in Sam’s splooge, wriggling it to ease it in to the knuckle. “I bet you’d let a hundred guys fuck you if I wanted.” “And then some,” I agreed softly. “Two at a time even, all snug inside your little boy hole, just to make sure everyone’s served,” he growled as he pulled back only to slip his middle finger inside alongside, making sure I felt the stretching as his fingernail scraped against my insides. “As many as you’d want to fit,” I whimpered, revelling in the burn as he worked my hole. His voice made a rumble of appreciation. “Get that hole open, puffy, and swollen. Just oozing with cum,” he hissed, turning his fingers as he spoke. “Running down your legs in streams.” “Stuffing it back inside me with your hands,” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening as the words formed. “Shoving it into my guts with your arm. Cleaning every cock that blows inside me with my mouth.” Groaning, his fingers left my ass and were quickly shoved into my mouth. Nursing them, my tongue swirled around the faint taste of my juices mixed with the salty, musky flavour of Sam. All the while, his expression darkened, his teeth coming together. Glancing down, I saw his cock stood upright, thick veins bulging up every inch of the beer-can shaft, leading up towards a mushroom head leaking pre-cum. Pulling away from the fingers I sunk down, arching my back as my legs stretched to balance my body on my hands and knees. Up close I estimated him at approaching nine inches, maybe eight-and-a-half. Inhaling through my nose I took in the pungent aroma of dried piss mixed with sweat and his natural musky odour. Entranced, my mouth opened, drawing the head inside as my hand reached to grip the thick shaft. Making a noise of appreciation, he opened his legs a bit, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head gently. Now, full disclosure—I am far from the best at blowjobs in the universe. And in many positions I frequently have trouble deep-throating. But in the moment, with the tina racing through me, I thought I could do anything and I found myself relaxing my jaw, easing the muscles and sliding down on him as best I could. It was somewhat successful. Letting out a groan as his head pressed my throat muscles, not quite unclenched enough or at the best angle for passage, his shaft slipped and slid along my wet mouth. My glands were working overtime, pumping out saliva as I dragged my tongue from trunk to top, swirling around his glans as I came up. Up and down I went, swallowing the excess spit as his hand guided me with gentle pressure. “Wait,” he grunted. Popping up for air, I awaited further instruction as he released my head and pointed to my crotch. “Bring that ass here,” he ordered. Obediently, I turned around, balancing on my hands and knees. Setting my legs around his thick torso, his back sunk into the mattress. Shuffling along until my mouth was lined up a perfect forty five degree angle with his cock and my ass stood above his pecs, his hands reached up, gripping my ass-cheeks hard as he spread them wide. The bed creaked—reacting to him rising—and I lowered my open mouth back onto his cock as his face pushed into my crack, beard scratching the inside of my cheeks as he dug in. Locked in his powerful grip, I inhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I measured the angle and aligned myself accordingly. And then I went slid down, feeling his cock brush against the back of my gullet. Easing up further, the entrance opened, allowing him to push past my throat muscles with a slight raise of his hips as I buried my nose in his pubes. Letting out of a guttural groan as I took him to the root, I could feel the sound vibrate against my ass, making me tingle with anticipation as my throat worked his massive rod. Meanwhile, he paused momentarily to stare at my just-leaking hole, before his wide tongue gave one long, slow lick against my puckered opening, sending shivers up my spine as I fucked my face on him. “Fucking hot hole,” he growled, then dug in, all but mashing his face into me. Scratching around my hole with his beard in the best way possible his thick tongue plunged into the load left by Sam. Sucking and slurping, making my ass as wet as he could as he sought depth I lost focus, tingling from end to end, and pulled up involuntarily to nurse his head. Below, his hips bucked. Right. Refocusing despite the warmth and tingling in my hole, I relaxed once more, breathing through my nose as I took him down. Pulling away from my hole for just a moment, he gave my ass a slam. “Tastes so good,” he rumbled, then dug back in. Slick with spit, acclimatizing to the motion and high as a kite, I got bolder. Pulling all the way up his head, I’d spend a moment focusing there, then lower myself and push past the throat muscles, holding him down as I swallowed around him. Then repeat. Following this rhythm, he’d dig hard, using his index and middle fingers to pry me open as he tried to stuff his whole tongue up my ass. Then as I came up he’d pull back, lapping at the salty cum, spit, and ass-juices that he’d displaced. Punctuating with the odd nip or bite against my cheeks, or stinging slap against my ass, we continued like this for several minutes—maybe five, maybe ten, it’s hard to say. Our cadence was broken by him pushing my waist off his body. “Get up,” he instructed. Pulling my mouth away from his cock, I looked over my shoulder. Face red, he was breathing was hard. “I want you to sit on it.” Crawling forward, I straddled his lap as he sat up. Guiding his cock to my slick hole, his hand grabbed my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, making me taste the mix of his spit, my ass, and Sam’s salty cum as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand gripped his slippery cock, holding it in my hand as it rubbed against my entrance. Briefly, Chris pulled away from the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table his arm dug haphazardly through the contents of the drawer until he retrieved a tube of silicon lube and a small bottle of poppers. Popping the lids he greased his shaft and held the poppers below my nostrils, encouraging me to inhale. As the heat blossomed in my chest it mingled with the existing high and made my whole body shiver, muscles melting into putty. Meanwhile he capped the poppers and set them aside, placing his hands back to my sides. “Breathe and sit,” he commanded, then sunk back onto the mattress, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. Slowly, I began to lower myself. Despite being wet with spit, lube, and cum, it still took effort to accommodate him. Pushing past the sphincter, he slid in, stretching as my muscles groaned and ached at the intrusion. Gasping, I set my hands on his stomach, shutting my eyes as I took a deep breath. “It’s so much,” I whimpered. “I know, baby. Just breathe,” he encouraged. It was a slow process—I had no doubts that my guts had been roughed up but in a twisted way it made me want it more. Below, he’d stroke my sides reassuringly, telling me how good of a boy I was as I slid down inch by inch. Finally I felt it—the pubic hair rubbing against my pucker. I opened my eyes and glanced below. “It’s all there,” I breathed. “I know,” he confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “How do you feel?” he asked. I shifted my hips. “Full,” I said blithely. “Very full. But good.” “Good,” he echoed. Reaching to the side, he retrieved the poppers. “Take some,” he instructed, handing them off to me. “I’m going to start moving.” Nodding, I uncapped the lid and took two long, heavy inhales on each side and focused on the feeling in my ass—each inch stretching my hole around him. In time with the heat spreading through my body, his hands returned their grip to my waist making my hips shift—as if doing so would help him get in further. Above I closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Pausing to appreciate the depth, we both stared at each other for just moment. Then slowly, I raised my hips only to come slamming down on him as his vice-like grip pulled at the exact moment his hips jerked in a brutal thrust. Establishing this as our rhythm, my legs rose once more. On cue, his legs pumped as his arms yanked me back down. Letting out a cry, I settled into the pace, holding onto him as we pushed onwards. Buried so far down that his balls slapped up against me as he pounded, my cock was only half-hard from the tina but it didn’t stop it from leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. Battering my prostate, all but forcing the fluid out of me, he drove in harder and harder with every shove. More. Please, God, more. All the while, Chris kept his eyes locked on mine, growling intermittently as he fucked Sam’s cum deeper into my ass. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, his hips lurching as he buried himself into me. “Seeing someone before me.” Another thrust, making my guts stretch as I gasped. “Took his load.” Thrust. “Then came right here for more.” Another thrust and I found myself breaking apart, dissolving into whimpers on top of him. “Yes,” I moaned. “Could have just come here,” he growled. “Instead made me wait all fucking day for you. But you needed his load, didn’t you?” “I did,” I gasped. “Sleazy, slutty boy. Coming over with some man’s load up your ass. Just can’t help yourself.” I couldn’t make words. He was so deep. Practically punching my prostate with his cock-head, I let out a noise halfway between a gurgle and a groan, covering my face with my hands as he took control of the pace. “Isn’t. This. Better.” Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust. Knocked off balance, I threatened to tumble over and was forced me to lean forwards, pressing my hands against his pecs for support. “So much better,” I wailed. “Fucking right it is.” And with that, he gripped harder, digging his fingers into my sides—I had no illusions there would be bruises later—and pushed our combined weight forward. Letting out a yelp as I toppled over, my back hit the mattress. Then he gathered my legs and pulled them above his shoulders, dragging me up so he had a forty-five degree angle to drive into my hole. I couldn’t tell you how long he fucked me like that for—I just remember holding onto the bed and moaning as he pumped in and out of me, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts because I couldn’t get him far enough inside me. And then the furrowing of his brow as he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, signalling the end of the moment as he let out a guttural roar, slamming into me as far as he could. Inside I felt the delicious wet warmth spread inside my ass making my heart race as my legs squeezed him and my arms came up to hold onto him. My face buried itself in his neck. Being careful not to crush me under his weight, Chris came down, eyes shut, propping himself up on his forearms for support. My stomach was wet. More precum had been fucked out of me. I was even almost hard. And as we pulled away, and he opened his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, panting, studying me. “Slut,” he said softly. Through laboured breathing, I nodded. “My slut,” he corrected. And with that remark we reached a mutual understanding—that this was the price of admission for more. Gazing up into his murky blue eyes, my breath caught in my throat. Covered in our mingled sweat, skin pulsing with electricity, heart racing with chemically induced emotion, we both already knew my answer. “Your slut,” I agreed.

I'll be happy to chime in here; I hadn't noticed this thread earlier. I used condoms for many years (for anal sex only - I have always done oral bare, because what's the point of doing it at all otherwise?), then did some judicious barebacking (mostly as a top) during the '90s. Now I'm on PrEP and bareback essentially all the time. During all of this, I've had crabs, gonorrhea, and chlamydia each a handful of times, and a couple of bouts with non-specific urethritis and syphilis. All happily cured with antibiotics. Yep, these are a pain in the butt (and when you're getting three rounds of penicillin injections, that's quite literal!). What's the worst part about it? The ones that are really hard to notice. Specifically, chlamydia (very mild symptoms penile, no symptoms at all anal) and syphilis (if you miss seeing the chancre, you're shit out of luck until it hits secondary, which doesn't happen for months and can be a mild skin rash easily mistaken for something else like a detergent allergy). Those friends of yours who claim they never catch anything are probably full of shit. In the bottom's case, likely it's shit full of chlamydia and gonorrhea at least. Which explains a lot about why these things are so prevalent... I try to get tested every three months, though sometimes it winds up being more like six (visiting the doctor is always more of a production than it ought to be). That means if I pick one up and don't notice it, I often have a fair number of actual buddies to contact with bad news. Apparently some people find this upsetting (my boyfriend was appalled when I told him last month that I had chlamydia) or embarrassing (OK, I find it mildly so, but not really all that much). But honestly, it shouldn't be - all of these are not particularly strange or unusual to encounter if one is having what I would call a healthy sex life. Communicable diseases are... contagious, how surprising! 🙂 As far as prevention goes, doxycycline can be used as prophylaxis against syphilis, and a number of studies have proven it to be effective used in this way against both syphilis and chlamydia... which incidentally are among the hardest to notice STIs. Because it's a broad-spectrum antibiotic with a lot of other uses, I don't find it appropriate to use all the time, but for occasional rounds of abject piggery at the sex club (which for me are altogether too rare), I think it can be helpful. A Google search will give you many links to the actual studies if you're interested. Also in the way of prevention (though I don't have any studies to cite) I have heard that simply cleaning up well after exposure can reduce rates of transmission. From what I know of anatomy, if you're having receptive anal, that's probably a lost cause (and obviously it is if you like keeping cum inside to absorb 😈). If you're a top, on the other hand, it's easy (and I think probably worthwhile) to give your dick a wash *soon* after whoring it around, and to drink lots of fluids so the inside gets washed. It may be worth drinking cranberry juice (the theory is that the sugars in cranberry juice are excreted in the urine and inhibit some bacteria from sticking to the mucous membrane in the urethra, but I don't know of any hard evidence backing it up), or taking hexamethylenetetramine (which is excreted in the urine, where it is converted to formaldehyde that acts as an antiseptic, as explained on Wikipedia - here's a link to the branded product that contains it [think before following links] https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01C8BR84O ). That said, all of those strategies haven't completely prevented me from crossing paths with a thing or two. So peace out, pig out, test early, test often!

I enjoy the piss fetish. I give, I take, and it is one of the safer kinks. Story time! I used to be a member of a piss club for men. I started going in February of 2016, and on our third date, I took my late husband (Mark) to this party. He had never been to one, and when we arrived, I told him, "This is the kind of place where bonds are formed, and friends are made. So go make friends." And I sent him on his way. This was not so much me ditching him for our date, but rather... well, he was a more social person than I, and generally had a good time no matter where he went. Even though we were in the same room, we were hardly spending our time together that night. He told me about his adventure right after it happened. He cruised a bit, then sat on a bench inside the caged area. He was quickly joined by an Asian gymnast who quickly whipped out his dick. Mark thought, "Oh, he wants me to suck it", and completely forgetting where he was, Mark went down on the gymnast. He was rewarded with a salty mouthful of piss. Mark almost gagged at the surprise, but decided "I'm not going to be that guy at the party who gags and spits", so he did the only thing he could think of: he swallowed. Mark came to me, and told me what just happened. He found me quite plastered at this point in the party. I was a little pee-shy in those days, and needed to tank up in order to piss. In the short hour Mark and I were apart, I had consumed four draft beers. Considering that I don't drink alcohol, this was quite a feat! I listened to Mark's story with glassy eyes, and when it was done, I grabbed his wrist to raise his arm to the ceiling. "Hey, everyone, we got a first-timer here, and he just swallowed his first piss!" I expected an enthusiastic cheer - at least ONE - but none occurred. Mark was a little embarrassed, and withdrew his hand from my grasp. "Baby, don't call attention to me for that." We returned to the festivities, pissing on guys, chatting with guys, getting piss by the bucketful. And me getting drunker. Eventually, I was so turned on by the environment and the booze that a wicked idea entered my head. I saw Mark leaning on the bar into the bartender's station, and moved around the room so he wouldn't spot me. After fishing through the basket of condoms for what I wanted, I found my prize, and opened it. Poured a generous amount of lube into my hand and walked up to him from behind. I quickly lubed up his butt while whispering, "Surprise", into his ear. Mark bolted straight up, definitely surprised at the sudden wetness and coldness of the lube. Wondering what was going on, he turned around and saw me, drunk as a skunk, with a shit-eating grin on my face. "I want to fuck you," I said in a slurred voice. I bent him back over the bar, and nailed him right there. The angle proved to be too steep for me to keep it up for very long, so we moved to the cage where I could be face-to-face with him. While we were fucking, we were joined on both sides by two bears who were totally naked, and playing with their dicks as they watched us. As I reached climax, I finally pulled out and in true pornstar fashion, I blew a hot load on Mark's chest and neck. I collapsed to the floor, wiped and completely spent. As I was lying on the floor, the two bears were ready to unload also. Mark raised two fingers to scoop up the cum from his chest, but before he could get there, the bears washed it off with their piss. Mark was so mad. "Aww, I wanted to taste it!" Upon hearing this, I got to my feet, though a bit unsteady, and I felt a sudden need to release something else. I kissed Mark, and said in a hurried voice, "I love you. Please don't take this next thing as a commentary on our sex." I left the party in haste, and rushed to the bathroom to empty my stomach. Too much beer, and the friction and movement of sex caused the need for an expulsion of it. When I returned to the party, Mark came to me, quite humbled. I expected a reprimand for practically raping him at the bar, but instead, he said, "That has always been one of my fantasies. Thank you for bringing it to life." "You're welcome... urp!" I said. We checked out of the party shortly after. He drove my drunk ass home. Four days later, he asked me to marry him. ❤️ Point is, piss is great. It really does bring people together, and I will always cherish this memory I created with him.

My neighbor of 8 years has been one of my best friends she has always been there with me thru the good and bad . She has this hot guy friend that I also known for those 8 years. And he always had different girlfriends and is straight. This guy is HOT he looks real manly . Nice hairy chest , good worked out body and tall . For these past 8 years I have tried to flirt with him but he ALWAYS ignored me . I had even given up I didn't even try anymore... But berly last week things changed. I went over to my neighbors house thinking we were gonna have a gurls nite watch movies n drink . But I get there knock on her door and he comes out . And tells me Gracie is not here. So I just tell him oh okay .. then I'll come back later and turn around. Then as I give him my back I hear the door unlock. He's like come in . I turn around and he's shirtless . Oh daam.. I go in . He's very serious and quiet. I feel so awkward being there . Then he like I been single for a long time . And we talk a little bit. And I had a 6 pack of beer in my hand. So we start drinking . Next thing u know I'm sucking his dick and swallow his load . He has a big nice thick dick . He wanted to fuck me . But I wasn't enema cleaned . Because I didn't know I was gonna get fucked . I was thinking I was gonna go watch movies with my neighbor. So I give him my number and tell him I'm free every morning. Sure enough next morning he texts me. He has been fuckin me raw no condom with his big beautiful thick dick since last Tuesday it's already been a week ..he's so good in bed he takes Charge he takes control and gives me at least 2 loads deep in my ass every morning. I told him yesterday have u ever fucked a guy before? And he's like honestly NO your the first guy I have ever fucked . He's like I'm 29 and I been fuckin women all my life . Your the first guy I eve fucked. And I told him so what made u come back ? He's like your ass feels so good better than any pussy I ever had it's so nice and thight and smooth n pink . Then he was telling me how the girls he has been with never let him ass fuck them because if the size of his dick . It's around 9inch n thick . He's surprised I take all of it in all the way and beg for him to pound me hard . He's like that's why I keep coming back . And he wants to do it every morning before work . Oh Lord I hope my ass can handle that every morning! Also he made me promise not to tell anyone including the neighbor . Haha I won't our little dirty secret is safe with me .

I have learned not to touch my cock when I am getting fucked. I often (not always) lose all interest in the act and that's no fun when the top continues to pound your ass for another 20 minutes until he is done. But when I cum handsfree from just getting fucked I even get hornier and I WANT him to continue (and a next round). Strange. Never understood why that is. I can't help cumming handsfree. I feel it build up and it's impossible to stop it unless the top stops for a while, which he usually doesn't 😉

Syphilis will kick the living shit out of you, especially if you don’t know you have it. I spent 2 weeks hooked up to an IV of penicillin several years ago because I didn’t have any symptoms so I never got tested for it until I started presenting with random mysterious and life-threatening symptoms. Lesson learned and I’m sure as hell not about to go through it again. Get tested regularly. A healthy pig is a happy pig.

This is the right answer!

My boss asked me to go to Montreal for a week of strategy and budget meetings. I'm there about every 4-6 weeks. I got there around 7:00 Monday night and jumped on BBRT and Squirt to see if any of my regular FB's were around. As luck would have it, I had my first load at the hotel by 9:00 .... a semi-regular FB that I hook up with when we're both free and I'm in Montreal. He's an Asian guy with an average cut cock who can stay rock hard and dump a minimum of two loads per visit. He's married and doesn't get a lot at home, so he always loves being able to fuck me raw and load me up. It is wham/bam cum-and-go sex. He fucked two loads into my hole and was out the door 30 minutes later. I wasn't done yet tho. I hadn't been fucked in a while and was in a frisky mood. This guy on Squirt sent me a message and said he was partnered but loved to fuck around now and then when he travels. His partner didn't know about his wandering and he wanted discretion. My profile says versatile and I on PrEP program. His profile said he was versatile and his profile pics displayed a very hot ass and a big cut cock. I was definitely interested. Profile said 'safe sex' under his preferences. I was all set to drop out of the chat, but then he dropped the bomb.... he wanted to plant his seed in my hole. In his words... I "fit the bill". Fit the bill?? He told me that he thought I was a hot Daddy and he wanted to know if I was interested in getting fucked by a younger guy raw and take his load?? My semi-regular fuck buddy from earlier had left me quite a big dump of cum. Of course I would love another load!! He said he saw on my profile that I loved role play. Would I be interested in some role play tonight? I was intrigued. Young guy and role play and he already said he wanted to load me up. This could be a real fun time. Of course, I agreed to hear his proposal. Would I be open to role play of an anon scene to start? And then we could see where it goes....? I said "absolutely"!! I've tried the anon role play once before with a FB and it was hot 'pretending' to be anon. My FB at the time came into my house and down to the basement to find my blindfolded and legs wide open in the sling with porn playing on the big screen. I LOVED anon role play! Turns out it was a fantasy for him as well. This young guy was 36. Looks like he had a great bod on him and I definitely wanted to see him naked at some point in our fantasy play. He looked really athletic and did I mention? Hung. Young guy was over to my hotel 5 minutes later. We did the ANON scene. I was blindfolded on the corner of the bed - ass up - brown bottle within reach. Lucky for me the room was at the very end of a short "L" shaped hall. My room was at the very end on the left. I propped the door open with the safety latch in place leaving the door about 1/2 an inch open. Open just enough if you stood at the door outside and looked that you could see me ass up on the bed. Great for our anon scene. Might shock someone who wondered why my door was a little bit open. LOL. If you were the person going into the room at the end on the right, you would see my ass sticking up naked, hole clean and lubed with cum dripping out of it. I bring a cable and hook my laptop into the HDMI on the hotel tv and have nice clear porn movie playing on a big screen. The flickering light in the room was coming from the bareback amateur porn playing on the tv. A few minutes after I had prepared everything and got on the bed, I heard a noise in the hallway and I got a little rush of excitement... until I realized is was a couple and they didn't turn down the hallway towards the "L". They continued walking past and I heard a door open and close. Their voices disappeared. Then the 'ping' of the elevator and the sound of the door closing. My ears strained to hear anyone but I couldn't hear a thing. Just as I was convinced I was hearing things, the door opened quickly and quietly. I heard it close and the lock latch. Bingo!! I heard a low whistle and then the rustle of clothes coming off from behind me and hitting the floor. I had my face down on the pillow edge and waited to see what was going to happen. I knew he saw the porn because he groaned an "Oh yeah...". The movie I had selected was a "Younger fuck Older" excellent quality amateur video on the screen. Similar to our situation. The Daddy was ass up on the bed and had just gotten fucked by Top 1 and loaded. Dude realized the significance of the video and what was going on in the room and he groaned again when he slid his finger across my juicy hole. "Dude... did you lube your hole up? Or do you already have a load up there"??? I explained that my married FB had dumped not one, but TWO loads in there already and I wanted him to add his to the mix. I felt a semi-hard cock slapped against my lips and I was told to suck it... and lick it and get it juicy. I swallowed him right to the root on my first slow plunge and his knees almost buckled. He reached forward and grasped my shaved head between his hands gently and said "Oh ya man... that is fucking incredible... If you're ass is as good as your mouth I can't wait. We shared the brown bottle back and forth as I sucked his cock and balls. He was moaning and sliding his hands across my head and down my neck to my shoulders and back up. I got that cock rock hard and it was dripping throat juices when he pulled away. I felt him get behind me and he handed me the bottle and waited a minute for me to adjust. And then - in one constant, slow push, he eased his cock right until I felt his balls resting on my balls. And he held himself there. I could feel his cock twitching in my ass. "Holy. Fuck. Dude... your hole is hot and wet and grasping my cock. I honestly thought I was going to cum right then and there just pushing it inside. One stroke Charlie. Fuck... I need to calm the fuck down. You have no idea how hot this is for me right now.. a huge fantasy to have my raw cock buried in an older guy's hole. And breed him. And he wants it. And here you - - fuckin' - - are - - man. Oh gawd... this is a huge mind-fuck and body-fuck for me dude." And he pulled his thick cock out to the edge of my hole until the flare of that fat dick backed up to the entrance to my hole. He looked at me and said "You should see the cum that just pooled and oozed around your hole when I pulled back man. Your hole is stretched around my cock dude. Oh man.... this is gonna be fun". And he just started pumping back and forth nice and slow and deep-dicked me gently. I knew he was fighting the urge to cum. But fuck it, I squeezed his cock with my ass muscles anyway and heard him moan. It was risky to give him more stimulous... but I teased him a little. He reached around with one hand to my throat and pulled me up onto his chest so my back was rubbing on his smooth pecs. He slid his hands down to my nipples and played with them gently while he pushed that cum around the inside of my guts. He kept making little noises and grunts as he churned my insides inside out, with his rock hard cock and he slid his hands down to cup my balls. He surrounded my swinging balls with his two hands and squeezed and lifted my balls and right at my taint. He was gentle and the feeling was one of being stretched with more warm feelings than with pain. Hell. This was a hot fuck. He was picking up speed a little and his thrusts got a little more urgent. Pistoning in a little bit faster. I thought this would be it and I really started milking his cock with my hole and muscles. Suddenly he stopped. I was waiting to feel him start to pulse his cum when he pulled out of my ass and told me to roll onto my back. I rolled over and settled on my back quickly, as I was leaking precum in a steady stream and wanted to cum. I felt him shift a little, and so I grasped my feet and spread my legs wide, wondering what that must look like to him. I felt him lean forward and he placed the head of his cock on the edge of my hole again and I waited to feel him spread me open again. Then he surprised me. He stopped pushing and he leaned forward and pulled the blindfold off and said he wanted us to look at one another as we came. There was cum dripping everywhere as we started talking dirty to one another and egging one another on. Me. "Cum in my hole. Breed my hole". Him. "Oh ya buddy... I'm gonna seed your guts". More fucking and churning. The squishing sounds of my hole. His pounding cock making sloppy and wet noises. Wet skin on skin. He leaned forward and licked my nipples and bit them gently. I flexed my ass muscles around his cock and encouraged him to dump his load. He was handsome as fuck and had a very athletic body (that matched his profile pics). He was smiling down at me as sweat dripped off his forehead and onto my hairy chest. His eyes locked on mine and he just stopped thrusting... and held there... and I could his cock head flexing as he started to pump his load into me. With a shout, he kept cumming and he started pounding and pummeling my hole. It was a frothy mess at this point and I could feel the warmth spreading through my guts. He stopped and leaned forward and slid his tongue between my lips and we kissed. A hot wet kiss. And he slowly swiveled his hips and dug into my hole nice and slow and deep the entire time we swapped tongues. Pushing and twisting his cock and making sure he was pushing all that cum up inside. After a few minutes of grinding his cock, he pulled out and laid on his back beside me on the bed. I slid onto the floor and leaned in to start licking and sucking cum off his semi-hard cock. He got up on his elbows to watch me completely lick his cock and balls clean. I could feel him getting hard again as I teased his cock with my mouth and tongue. I could see he was turned on by me cleaning him up. He leaned towards me a little and I was trying to figure out what he was going to do. "I haven't cum in a week and I've always fantasized about fucking a Daddy who was already loaded. This was very hot for me. Thanks for helping me out. Now. Roll over onto your stomach so I can pump another load in your juicy hole. I may never get a chance to do this again and I wanted to be completely drained when I leave. Hope you're up for multiple loads??" Multiple loads? More like I hit the payload. Three MORE times in total. Hot fucker. Load tally for the night? Five! I love Montreal.

- Look, it's 10.25pm, time to make our way to the stage entrance. My customers do not like to be kept waiting. C'mon Stevie-boy. Are you ready for Chapter 8 you filThy PiGs? 🐷 😈 Showtime ~ The c☣️nversion gang-bang ☣️rgy will be with you shortly! ☢️

Part 11 - Back In The Game Jacob took us through to the studio so I could see where I would be working most of the time then explained that we were having dinner with him and Marcus at their townhouse and to finalise terms of our arrangement, he apologised for having to use official language but made a solemn promise there would be nothing untoward in it. Jacob whisked us out in to a secure room with a keypad entry system known as the concept room. I could already see the forming of the new brand he spoke about. "So this the beginning of the brand Tom, all of you must not mention this" he said and we nodded. Sean was busy looking at some particularly nifty swimwear he took a fancy to "Yeah sure, mums the word". Jacob laughed "You like that design" he asked and Sean nodded "Sarah, bring beach 41 over" he called out. I leaned over Sean's shoulder "Wow they look really good, you should try them on" I said to him. Jacob handed Sean the swimwear "Want to try them on?" he asked looking at him as Brad sniggered behind. Sean seemed a little taken back "No pictures though" he stipulated "Your next Brad" Sean said smiling. "Only if you ask us to" Jacob replied chuckling and pointing to the screened off section "You can change there". Sean went off behind the screen glancing to make sure no one was watching when I heard the door opening to the concept room and in walked Eddie. He took one look and rushed over lifting me up in his powerful arms and kissed me before putting me down and doing the same to Brad. "What, how on earth?" he stumbled over his words "Jacob you never told me he had agreed" he said smiling. Jacob laughed "I can keep some secrets" he said to Eddie "So you on board then?". Eddie chuckled "Absolutely you try and stop me" he grinned. "Get your hands off me" Sean's voice sounded from behind the screen. Jacob laughed and headed to the screen "It's okay Sean they adjust it to sit right" he said disappearing. "You brought Sean?" Eddie asked me. I nodded "Yeah thought he might like to come along" I replied. "Dam" he said "maybe I can shoot him as well, so cute" Eddie said putting his arm around my shoulder. "Hey!" I nudged him laughing, feeling good being with Eddie again. Sean returned with Jacob and Eddie walked over smiling and shaking his head "Sean... perfect" he said. "They feel really good Jacob" Sean said as Eddie grabbed hold of Sean and kissed him. Sean giggled and squeezed Eddie's biceps "Let me photograph you" he asked Sean who was mesmerised and nodded. "We can't publish it Eddie not unless Sean says so" Jacob said standing there smiling. Eddie nodded and stood back "You have been working out Sean" he said running his hand along Sean's arm. "Just a little, I sort of live with them now" he replied aroused by Eddie touching him. I laughed "There is no sort of, he does live with us" I said. Jacob knew bits about the circumstances of Sean's arrangement. Eddie guided Sean over to a small studio section that was pretty basic being a mock up, Jacob walked over and did some final adjusting and put Sean in a pose position sitting on a box, adjusting Sean's hair slightly he looked and nodded to Eddie 'Just look ahead Sean ignore the camera' Jacob said to him as Eddie rapidly took photos. It made me kind of proud to see Sean really coming out of his comfort zone and he seemed to be smiling and have a glint in his eyes loving the attention. Jacob was at the printer pulling the shots off as they arrived and I could see the look on his face which said it all. Eddie held out his hand to Sean and took him over to where Jacob and I were standing looking at the pictures. He was quietly amazed how he looked. "Do you like them Sean?" Jacob asked him handing over the photos. Sean smiled "Do I look good" he asked trying to assess them "the swimwear is amazing" he said feeling them. Jacob laughed "If you agree to model you can keep them" he said. Sean handed the photos back "I don't know" he replied sounding embarrassed. "Right to work" Jacob said knocking us all back to reality. Jacob's assistants arrived with boxes labelled 'The Model Called Tom' rolling my eyes seeing Jacob grin and telling me it was the project name for Man by Jacob until it was released officially it made some sort of sense. He also explained there was a lot of work to be done before it was official. We moved out of the concept room in to a closed set where Marcus was sat with 5 other people going through the marketing plan. Marcus came over and said hello hugging us then pulled Sean away taking him under his wing whilst I got to work with the assistants getting changed. Brad sat chatting to Eddie who was trying to persuade him to do a swim wear shoot with me later for the JJ brand. I was to model the new underwear and trainer range then on to some swim wear, sunglasses and baseball caps today so it was going to be busy. Shooting went well and by the time we broke for lunch mid afternoon Sean was helping Marcus and throwing ideas around including a gym wear range which caught Marcus by surprise and he put it at the top of the list. Jacob was eating an apple when he walked over and looked at the list "Gym range?" he asked tapping his apple. Marcus looked up "Sean's idea" he said "we completely overlooked it, the age range is spot on for that". Jacob nodded "Put it on the must list" he agreed then looked at Sean "Can you come up with some suggestions?". Sean looked at him "I did" he replied chuckling pointing to the list. Jacob laughed "No I mean what sort of gym wear, come up with a range these guys will help". We went back to work after a short break and finished by 5pm. As usual for me I ignored the photos and was more interested in sexing Brad but he asked if I wanted to sleep with Eddie, he knew Eddie had a thing for me and alot of history behind us. I chuckled and kissed him telling him only if he was involved as well. Marcus, Sean and his team had disappeared for coffee. Brad smiled "Such a fool holding back so long to be with you" he said with his arms around me. Eddie glanced over waving his camera "So do this for me Brad, model with me" I asked and he nodded. "Jacob" I called out and he turned "what would you like us model" I asked. Fucking hell Jacob said running out of the studio resulting in strange looks all around and he quickly returned with two boxes. Brad sat smiling and chuckling in the corner until Jacob called him over and gave him some underwear, it caused me to laugh as it suddenly dawned on Brad he was going to model and he looked petrified. Brad emerged from the dressing room and I went over and gave him a kiss before the make up artist moved in. Marcus came rushing through the door 'Have I missed it' he asked and Jacob laughed 'Not yet', he was followed by several marketing people and Sean. It was real alright they were waiting to see us model together. Marcus shook his head seeing how terrified Brad looked he went over to him and whispered something in his ear and he relaxed seemed to calm down. Brad walked over to me "What did Marcus say to you?" I asked him. Brad chuckled "He said if I didn't relax he would fuck you in front of everyone" he replied. I looked at Marcus who smiled and shrugged his shoulders "What?" he said laughing. The back drop was grey and Jacob adjusted my underwear slightly, Eddie walked up to us speaking softly 'Ignore everyone, I know it's hard to do but can you give me intimacy' he sounded a little unsure if he was asking to much, Brad smirked and looked at Eddie 'Easy' he said. It was over quickly as a round of applause erupted in the studio, Brad was sporting quite an erection as he was turned on. I looked down and smiled seeing my own aroused state and kissed him whilst Eddie took a couple of snaps. Jacob beckoned us over to look and it took us both by surprise, there was undeniable intimacy as we looked at each other in the shots, some showed Brad's hand inside the strap others were simple shots of our bodies close but showing the jock straps off to perfection. The one that caught my eye was Brad's head over my shoulder almost kissing my neck with his hand in the strap that went over my left ass cheek. Although it just captured my face enough to distinguish me, Brad's was hidden at his request, but the photo had the effect and captured the love and seductive desire in one photo. Little did Brad and I know then how widespread that photo would go and be licensed out by many LGBT organisations around the world. Eddie showed us the two photos of us kissing afterwards "My present to you both" he said. Sean came over "Wow, my god that was amazing seeing that" he said almost crying. Jacob smiled and walked over "Want to sign up Brad?" he asked. Brad shuckled "No, I don't mind doing the odd one with Tom but it's not something I want to do" he replied. Jacob kissed him on cheek "Thank you Brad" he said. Sean was looking tired he had been working with the design team all afternoon throwing ideas around but absolutely loving it. Jacob was discussing things with Marcus and the team before he walked over. "Going to have to put you on the payroll Sean" he said laughing "You came up with some great ideas". Sean looked a little sunned "I did?" he asked. Jacob sat down and took his hand "It would be even better if you got involed with modelling it with Tom" he said. Sean contemplated "On one condition" he said "Brad and Joshua model it with us" he said. Jacob laughed "Okay but you have got to convince Brad and Joshua then" he said to Sean who nodded. Jacob took us out of the studio and to the admin offices and told us to give our bank details to the accounts manager, he explained to Brad and Sean they would get paid for today. It was so busy the three days we spent in New York and I never got chance to enjoy Eddie since it was his home turf where he lived with his partner. We drove straight to Jacob's townhouse and the businessman in him wanted to get everything out of the way so we could enjoy dinner. We sat and he tabled the terms of me working for him, in short it boiled down to $5k per day whilst on set and a commission of 10% on sales from Man by Jacob and all expenses paid for. I looked surprisingly at the terms, there was no nasty bits but it was missing one thing I thought. Marcus looked at Jacob seeing me staring at the document "Is it not enough Tom?" Marcus asked. I looked up "No, no I mean that's a lot of money" I said stunned. "That's what your worth and will probably go up the more you model" Jacob said seriously. I looked down again and pushed it towards them "It's missing something" I said. Marcus looked at Jacob who in turn looked at me "What do you mean missing something?" Marcus asked. I leaned back confidently in the chair "I will only sign when you put the exclusivity clause in there". Jacob grinned "Phew" he said looking up at the ceiling "anything else, you name it" he said. "Yes" I replied "if Sean, Joshua or Brad model with me they get the same fee" I said cheekily. Marcus chuckled "Just the shoot fee but fixed at $5k irrelevant of how much your fee goes up" he said. "Done" I said laughing "You knew I was going to sign anyway" I looked at Brad and Sean who sat there stumped. "Sean" Marcus said getting his attention "You get consultancy fee $1k per day then 10% of gym wear sales". Sean just stared at them blankly, like me he was unmaterialistic "Err yeah okay" he replied. Jacob looked at the gym wear design and handed it to Marcus "Put it under Man by Jacob". Marcus smiled "I was thinking along those lines". The second day Brad spent mostly going through the wardrobe and pinching clothing from old ranges much to Jacob's amusement and he just let him get on with it. We had dinner with Eddie and James and it was the first time we met Eddie's partner. He was a complete contras to Eddie, no tattoos but built like a brick house and tall, blond hair and blue eyes. He was fascinated to meet me being the second person to ever steal Eddie's heart, I was nervous not sure how he would react to me but the first words out of mouth when he saw me 'Now I know why Eddie loves you so much'. Part of me had hoped I would get a chance to sleep with Eddie again, even Brad wanted it to happen so he could join in. James though was instantly attracted to Sean and dark hair which explains why he was with Eddie. Whilst we kept the conversation light, James was flirting like hell with Sean and he was giving as good back. Eddie shook his head looking at James "Tell me have you ever with Sean here?" he asked looking at Brad and me. I just grinned giving it all away "Of course" Brad replied chuckling. James looked up "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" he asked looking around "Sean I am going to fuck you". It was a statement and the way he said it and Sean was already on his feet captivated by James, Brad grabbed Eddie and I sat there on my own 'What about me?' I asked laughing but a little left out, Eddie turned and smiled 'Oh your getting it don't worry' he said as Brad reached for my hand. So much for a quiet dinner I thought as we entered the bedroom, I laughed watching Brad rubbing his cock against Eddie's ass who quickly spun him around to face him 'No, no, no Brad, your bottoming for me tonight' he said lifting Brad up and placing him on the bed 'get your clothes off' he said then turned his focus on me instantly kissing and lifting me off the ground, all my limbs clasped around him in desperation, it was like coming home, a place I first found happiness with my sexuality. James collapsed on the bed next the Brad, Sean was orally pleasing James and enjoyed watching them, James pulled Brad closer and kissed him 'Fuck me later?' he asked and Brad smiled nodding then kissed James again. Suddenly he felt his legs being pulled and he disappeared from James, Eddie dragged him down to the edge of the bed, I sat there cock in my hand in excitement watching, for the first time Brad was about to get fucked, Eddie nodded to the bedside cabinet beside me, handing him the lube I bent down and kissed Brad 'this is so awesome' I said kissing him again madly. Looking at his face and eyes opening wide he grimaced and yelped holding my arms. Eddie leaned over and kissed me then Brad's neck 'Tell me if it gets to much Brad' he said. I could see him nod, I leaned up and moved my cock closer until the head was touching his lips, they slowly opened taking the head in to his mouth, it would clamp down hard against my cock as he grunted every time Eddie pushed more of his cock inside Brad's ass. He was in no rush and gently fucked Brad for a while before penetrating his further. I could sense him relaxing his body no longer tense as he began to enjoy the sensation, his arms gladly holding on to Eddie's tattoo hefty muscled arms he seemed to be in heaven. I looked over to see Sean facing me, James's arms wrapped around his body, it looked like he was sitting on James's lap, Sean's head was rolled back against James's chest, his legs straddled apart showing two sets of balls joined, Sean was deep on James's cock. His moaning and the subtle smile of delirious happiness on his face as this man took him to new pleasures. It was so arousing watching them I had to look away for fear of blowing my load to soon. Brad was expertly working my cock then resting as he now felt the fullness of Eddie being inside him gently fucking, the forward thrusts pushing his mouth deeper on my cock causing him to choke and gag, his eyes watering as they looked up me like a helpless puppy clearly enjoying himself. James moaned louder and pushed up harder. Sean's eyes opened wide letting out a load moan and begging, James's arms tightened around Sean's body, his legs shaking as he released his seed in to the young body of Sean. My hips began to move faster fucking Brad's face as I knew I couldn't hold back, surprisingly his lips clamped tighter around my cock 'Fuck' I shouted and pulled out showering Brads' cheek and mouth with cum. My orgasm brought Eddie over the top, I saw Brad closed his eyes moaning and whimpering rapidly. I knew what he was feeling when Eddie was about to orgasm having been there so many times. His body collapsing on top of Brad his ass muscles clenched hard and Brad cried from the deep penetration, his ass filling with Eddie's love juice. He was still horny and immediately took my cock back in his mouth tasting my cum. I had never seen Eddie orgasm properly and I was bowled over seeing how purposefully he bred deep, even after he had finished his ass muscles still moved massaging the ass internally with his still rock hard cock. I pulled away from Brad and Eddie put his arms around Brad's neck lifting his had and turning it to kiss him deeply. Gently he pulled his cock out of Brad who winced from the pain, his ass readjusting and closing up. He rolled on to his back and looked up at me and chuckled. So taken by his reaction and love for him I never felt the bed move and Sean pulled up behind me, quietly he slipped his arms around me his cock already pressing against my hole prising it open, he was slick from the all the precum he had leaked getting fucked by James. I turned my head and drowned in his eyes pushing my ass back gasping as he pushed in deep with one stroke. I was at the mercy of a 19 year old, he showed no naivety as he quickly grabbed my hips pushing me on to all fours he fucked me deep and relentless, my eyes watering at the constant pummelling. He was like a machine that had no off button, James, Brad and Eddie kneeled watching entranced as Sean brought me down big time. Eddie moved round to my face and pushed the head of his cock in to my mouth, he was already hard again. I knew Eddie and he could quite easily fuck all four of us one after the other if he wanted. But I knew I was his prize for the night. My moans and whimpering fell on deaf ears with Sean, he had wanted to and needed to fuck me as we had played so long but never fucked. I could feel him inside me and my cock was oozing precum again being very turned on. Eddie looked at Sean, he raised a hand to Sean's face and stroked him gently. Sean cried out and pushed in harder, his cock erupting like a missile launcher each spasm in his cock followed a hard jolting of his hips. He fell forward wrapping his arms around my body then giggling as he pushed in harder and harder, job completed he pulled his cock out of me. He raised himself off and looked at Eddie 'Your turn I think'. I had no time to recompose myself as Sean held me down as Eddie brought up the rear and entered me, Sean moving to my face grabbed my hair lightly and pulled my mouth on to his cock. Brad and James started kissing momentarily before he had James down on the bed and began fucking him, he knew he wasn't going to last long, edging ever since Eddie fucked him he needed to blow his load. Trying to control he managed to last 10 minutes before he grunted and continued pounding hard in to James's ass he unloaded. Brad feel forward into his arms, he loved being held after he orgasmed and his body came down from the high adrenaline rush. They both laid there with Brad's cock still planted inside James watching me getting fucked by Eddie. Suddenly he pulled out, pulling my body round to face him my legs went around his waist as he laid me down on my back. Straight away he was back inside me, his arms around my neck cradling it, his mouth closed in and kissed me. It was like being back in LA the way he would make love to me. I held on for dear life having missed this intimacy with him. We stayed like this for almost 20 minutes as he slowly made love and climaxed pushing in deep, never once did he stop kissing through his orgasm. We shut everyone around us out for a few moments, it was clear we both had missed each other badly. James looked at Brad "You don't mind this do you?" he asked quietly. Brad shook his head and looked at James "No, they have always had something special" he replied. James hugged Brad "It's a kind of love but the not the kind you both share or Eddie and I share" he assured Brad. Sean stopped stroking Brad "He absolutely adores you Brad, I do as well" he said laying back down. Brad sat on top of Sean "You know how we feel about you and Joshua" he said tweaking Sean's nipples gently. Sean giggled and looked up at him "Fuck me Brad" he asked, he didn't need to be asked twice. James went to fetch some water leaving Eddie and I to come down from our euphoric state. It was a wasted hotel room that night, spending it with Eddie and James in their bed. Sean and Eddie thought it was fun tag teaming me in between the intimate moments, even Sean found a liking for Eddie and took a load from him. Brad who was suffering a sore ass from his first fuck nailed James, Sean and me several times more until we all fell asleep. James and Eddie brought coffee in the morning, the room smelt of sex and sweaty bodies. Sean received a text from Joshua 'How was it?' he asked him, Sean replied to him 'Quite amazing'. He laughed and told us Joshua was quite jealous, James looked at the picture of him and turned to Eddie 'I think a trip to Texas is on the cards' he said and winked at Sean. I kept quiet about one thing, I was desperate to fuck as I always seemed to be spending my time under people and never on top, but I would bide my time for now. Our time in New York seemed to fly by, word had got out that I was back modelling, Jacob was pretty angry and called all the staff in early for a meeting trying to ascertain who had leaked or spoken to anyone about me. Since no one came forward the 10 staff working on the new brand signed a non disclosure agreement to keep things quiet. It didn't take long for Patricia to contact me asking if I would work for her again at double the salary. Jacob laughed and told me not to reply until the press release went out later that day. As we sat in the lounge at the airport Marcus sent me a message with details of the press release that had gone out and it was brief but to the point 'Jacob Jansen Fashions are pleased to announce they have secured and exclusive deal with The Model Called Tom. Owner and designer Jacob stated he was please to have Tom on board, further details will be announced in due course'. My twitter was going berserk and Marcus put one of his team helping me manage the account meaning I didn't have to worry to much about it. We settled in to our routine once we returned home, Sean was receiving packages nearly every day from JJF, when not working on the ranch with me he was stuck firmly in the gym wear range that he was so involved in now, he began spending more time in the gym with us loving how his body was changing. He seemed to have found his calling in life and definitely had a natural flair and eye for detail with design. I would sit and watch helping if I could, it was clear that Jacob saw something in him. Joshua loved sitting there watching him work, he was still conflicted if he should model but the lure of $5k per shoot was winning him over. Sean told us to leave the room as he couldn't concentrate with Joshua and I fooling around naked on the bed during the day. The following week Brad, Sean and I flew to New York again, Sean had been requested to present his ideas. The first day Brad came in to the studio with me to shoot ideas for the finalised brand identity for Man By Jacob. They were using my silhouette as the brand logo but it was sketched from a photo, Black background with a white silhouette formed the main logo. A smaller version of the silhouette would be used on the clothing to distinguish it. I had to admit it looked pretty awesome when you saw it. Sean had a day to prepare his presentation, he didn't expect to be sat in Jacob's office with Giovanni the senior designer. He was pretty nervous being the first time he had been in a meeting like this, Sean had the ideas better formed in his head than he could put down on paper and with Giovanni and Jacob's help and guidance around some of the design aspects he began to understood things better and how to transpire them to paper. By the end of the first day when Sean eventually came out the meeting room with Jacob his eyes seemed glazed over. That evening when we had dinner together he told us that Jacob had offered him a job to oversee the gym wear range he had designed. Not only that, he would also be having personal tuition with the senior designer of the main JJF brand. He could work from Texas but would need to spend one week a month in New York with Giovanni. Sean looked at us across the table, obviously he was still shocked at Giovanni being so impressed that he personally wanted to train him. He had a long chat with Joshua that evening and the following morning he accepted Jacob's offer and officially moved in to the world of fashion, a change in direction he never saw coming or how successful he would be. The long and short of these events lead to Sean and Joshua moving to New York a few months after...

2. It took Tommy a second to realise that Callum had introduced himself “I’m Tommy, Hi”. Callum was smiling as he took a step forward “I’ve seen you a lot over the past few months. You’re starting to really get into shape. I do personal training.” Tommy immediately relaxed, this guy was trying to sell him workouts. “I’m just curious if you’d like a workout buddy? It would be nice to have a friend at the gym that wasn’t paying me to tell them how to work out. I could give you pointers though…” He shifted slightly, a slight hint of nerves, maybe. Tommy was just about to head home after he’d done 1 more machine, he wasn’t really up for doing much more. “I’ve been trying to come to the gym more often, I’ll be here after I finish work tomorrow. Probably around 7” Tommy had almost forgotten to draw breath, this guy Callum made him feel slightly flustered. He’d never had someone outright ask to be his friend, at first it fell like a cruel joke but then when he thought about it Tommy realised he was meant to be putting himself out there. “I’ll see you at 7 tomorrow then, bye” Callum smiled, spun round on his heel and walked away. Tommy waved his hand meekly and then headed over to the last leg machine he hadn’t used. Glancing back towards Callum, he admired his physique. Broad muscular shoulders, a trim waist and a solid ass. That night Tommy couldn’t get this guy out of his head, he was horny and the apps were quiet, he logged into BBRT. It didn’t take long for him to get a message from an older guy. Mid 40’s, he and his husband wanted to use someone and were very into Daddy role play. Feeling more kinky than usual, Tommy was on his way. He cleaned out and rolled a fresh joint. Maybe the Daddy’s would want a bit of a buzz. He put on a red jock and jumped in his car. Tommy barely said two words when he walked through the door, both daddies had their hands on him before the door was shut. In a blur he was stripped, except the jock. “I brought a joint if you want some… Daddy?” Tommy hoped he’d ticked the right box with these two. One of the two daddies was also wearing just a jock, and the front of It was starting to bulge. He took the joint and lit it, he then walked through to what Tommy found was the bedroom. The bedsheets were black and the room was dimly lit. The other Daddy was wearing leather jeans and removed his whit t-shirt to reveal tattoos all over his arms and body, he marched up behind Tommy and quickly spun him round. He grabbed Tommys jock and yanked it down to reveal his still soft cock. The daddy clicked a piece of smooth clear plastic over the cock and with a click Tommy realised he wasn’t there for his own pleasure. It made him hornier. Both daddies took turns passing the joint between themselves and with Tommy, they ate out his ass and started to tease his hole while plying him with poppers. While his ass was being slowly broken in by the daddy in the leather jeans, which he kept on, the daddy in the jock was lubing up his thick 7 inch cock on Tommy’s spit. They changed positions a few times, in between blowjobs and fucking they shared the joint and kept hitting the poppers. No one had came yet and Tommy was enjoying the pleasure of having his ass worked over. “Time for our fun now boy, take a draw of that pipe and let your daddies knock you up”. ‘Fuck’ Tommy thought to himself, these guys are Poz. He decided they were already balls deep and being caged made him horny, he’d get PEP in the morning and be fine. The pipe was put in his mouth instead of a cock and when Tommy took a deep hit he found out that it wasn’t weed but something else. He felt immediately euphoric “A special something for our special boy” Neither daddy had smoked the pipe and they began to manoeuvre themselves so that Tommy was between them “Have some more poppers boy, Daddy knows this might be a bit much at first but we know what is best for you” “Yes daddy” Was all that Tommy managed while deeply huffing on the poppers, his ass felt like it was being torn in two. This was the first time he’d been double fucked and he couldn’t tell if he loved it or if he was going to die from the pain. Eventually the mix of drugs and poppers did their magic and Tommy was soon being congratulated for being such a good boy for his daddies. “Lets sting the boy” The Daddy in the leather trousers was underneath Tommy and was pulling Tommys hips into him as his cock started to shoot ribbons of cum into his beaten hole. The other cock crammed into his ass went off immediately afterwards, churning both loads deep inside. They were all spent and after a post fuck cuddle, Tommy made for home. Completely forgetting his cock was still caged up.

Chapter Four: ~ The INVITE As soon as I had left Aiden's sordid apartment, he got to sending out the invite via the electronic mailing list for Friday night's event. With his Stevie as the main attraction! 😈 It read as follows; <><><><><><><><> New arrival of our latest Friday night club Dancer. Here from Europe for several months for work, so, plenty of time to see this new boy in town. However, this Friday night will be your opportunity to see him, USE him, and corrupt him with your t☢️xic filTh, as he really is untouched. You don't want to miss this once in a life time opportunity to see him go from sweet young man, to a dirTy nasTy PiG! 🐽💦 Some information of interest; He is a Top, and I have very good reason to believe his statement that he is Dom Top and thus has never ever been fucked. He has a boyfriend back home whom he is fiercely loyal to, and has made it clear he doesn't want anyone to touch him during or after his performance. We have a few strategies in place to ensure that when he begins his Dancing, he will be intoxicated, and his usual morals will not be present. Many of you I know will LOVE to hear he is also HIV Neg, and will love to be the one that knocks him up. As always, please remember private party rules that you must allow the performer to at least perform for 30 minutes, and, absolutely NO condoms are permitted. Reserve your tickets the usual way. Tickets available until midday on the day of performance. Fridays party will begin from 10pm until 6am, with performance beginning at 10.30pm. On this occasion there will also be an After-Party, from 7.30am until 11.30am, for which tickets will be available to reserve at the same time as main party tickets. A sluT in the making! (See photo attached of Friday night's naive performer). <><><><><><><><> As it turned out, I was BIG in demand. ALL tickets for the main event, and the After-Party had been snapped up by 1pm the following day (Thursday). A full house of 100 horny Men, plus their performer, and host; Aiden. Thursday soon came and went. It was an enjoyable day at work as I settled in, and met new people, and generally familiarized myself with my new work-home for the next half a year. That evening my boyfriend Lew and I again video chatted. I told him I had already found by chance ( or was it orchestrated fate 😈 ) a GoGo-Boi gig. I told him I had made it very clear where my loyalties lay, and he had nothing to worry about. I knew he would probably be worrying a little bit, especially as this was our first time apart in 4 years. After we spoke I got to thinking about my daytime boss 'Ayan', and how I yearned to have him fuck the life out of me, and spray his load deep in my guts. What was going on with me? Then I got to thinking about what that Puerto Rican guy Nesto had said to me about it being a tough crowd. Even though I did not know what that exactly meant, it put me on edge, and I began to get a little agitated, which is unlike me. I checked his number to see if he was on the chat App I use, and he was. I messaged him saying that I would like to take him up on his offer of having something to take the edge off; - Hey Nesto, it is Steven here. We met lastnight, I am over from England. I am beginning to feel nervous. What do you have that I can take? I saw he read my message immediately. But, he wasn't responding. I kept checking my phone every 30 seconds for about 10 minutes, and, nothing! I started to feel anxious, nauseous, and sweaty, so though, hey, let's take my evening shower. As I washed I instead of just washing my asshole, rinsing, and then be done with it, I washed, rinsed, then, probing commenced, with a finger finding its way inside. I gasped. Oh my goodness. It feels so GREAT. Why have I never done this to myself before. I was soon washed, dried, and in my sleep gear when I thought I would check my messages again. A couple from my man 'Lew', and several from 'Nesto'. My heart pounded. I headed straight for Nesto's set of messages; - Hey sluT. - Don't worry about what I will give you. It will help you put on a better show, and your audience to ENJOY you so MUCH M☢️RE! - Just make sure you have some fizzy pop in. And be ready to leave for your show before I arrive. - I will arrive at 8pm. You will need to leave at 9pm if you are to be there for 9.30pm. How did he know I had to be there for 9.30pm? He must know Aiden! 😈 - Give me your address PiG. - And sleep well. You will NEED your rest tonight! - N What did he mean by that. That I will need my rest tonight? I messaged my 'Lew', and soon was in bed, sleeping for the last working day of the week. My main job anyway Was I about to lose my virginity tomorrow night? My intuition told me that this was very much on the cards, yet, I found myself brushing it to one side, and to get on with the day on hand; Work during the day, and Dance for 1 hour at night. Surely that would be it. Right?

Chapter Three: Once at Aiden's club, we entered via a side entrance, and went upto his little apartment come office above it. Bit of a sleazy bachelor pad really. However, his actual home was nearby to be in the well to-do area where I was now residing. This was his cesspit where he loved to earn his living, and be a dirTy fucker at the same time. He left me in the living area and after a few short minutes came back with a Leather Harness, and almost knee length neoprene shorts that had a zip at the back. He threw them over to me; - Here, get yourself completely naked, and then put these on Stevie. I want to see how you move in costume during your audition. Do you have what it takes to be one of Aiden's class acts. Even though drunk, I in that moment kinda sobered up a little, and clammed up. - Oh, don't worry Stevie-Boy, I have seen it all before. Relax! And that is exactly what I did, relax. Although, it wasn't all that difficult, being fueled with alcohol. At the poinT I was completely naked, and figuring out how to put the Harness on, untangling it, Aiden walked over, knelt behind me to the side, and started slapping both of my ass cheeks. I was aware what he was doing, but was kinda too engrossed in trying to untangle the Harness and get it the correct way up to put it on me. He began to rub his stubble on my ass cheek nearest to him, and grunted as he rubbed his crotch through his jeans ... Yes, I got it, now to put the harness on. As I was putting it on, my *night time* boss spoke through his grunts; - Fuck yeah Stevie. I know plenty of guys in this city that would LOVE to fuck this cute, firm, young and ripe piece of meat, and unload their SPECIAL fuck juice deep inside your cunt. - Well, as you know Aiden ... *He interrupted me* - Erm, if you want this gig, you will address me as 'Boss'. I was a bit taken a back by his authoritative manner, yet, something I had only felt inside of me for the first time today stirred again. His controlling manner was turning me on. But, I still had an answer for him nonetheless. - Well, as you know, 'Boss', I am in a happy monogamous relationship, so, there will be no Men in this city fucking me, or cumming inside of me. As I said that, I immediately thought of Ayas, my *daytime-boss*, feeling a deep desire for him to penetrate my Virgin-Ass, fuck me powerfully and passionately with his abnormally sized Arabian-Dick, and spray his load deep inside of me. BUT, I told myself, keep that on the fantasy shelf. You have your sexy and handsome 'Lew' at home who loves and adores you. I put the zip up neoprene shorts on as my *nighttime-boss* sorted out some sounds for me to move to. He kicked back on his couch, lit up a cigar, and went to give me the nod to begin, but, I was already moving to the beat. I gave him my best moves facing him, and facing away as I wiggled my bubble-butt that he seemed to pretty obsessed with. Some of my friends at home teased me at what I waste my Ass was, and I should try being a bottom for a night, or two. Not going to happen as far as I was concerned. I am as addicted to beautiful Ass as the next wonderful Top, although the last 4 years I had only been paying attention to one in particular. About half way through my audition when I had my back to him, Aiden got up, came over, and unzipped the neoprene shorts I was wearing, slipping his hand in, taking in a good grope. I swiftly moved his hand away. - No. I said ~ No touching .- As you say Stevie. I guess I was being given enough rope to eventually get tied right up! 😈 I danced for about half an hour as my audience sat there, rubbing their crotch, and even getting their Dick out to wank off. I was still a bit jet-lagged, plus very tired after my first day here, and drunk, that I just had to sit down. - Sorry 'Boss'. I'm exhausted. My flight, My first day at work. I am drunk. I need to sleep. I have work in the morning. - I understand Stevie-Boy. Well, I believe you have got what it takes. Can you start Friday night? - That is your private function night, isn't it? - Sure is. I can fit you in for the 10.30pm to 11.30pm slot. You can meet all you other fellow Dancers, but, I will need to go through a few things with you first, so, please get here for 9.30pm. Okay!? - Yes, 'Boss'. - Now, here is my cell number. Do you have a U.S sim yet? - Yes, a company one. - Come to the side entrance we entered into, and buzz the intercom, and I'll let you in. I took off my audition gear, got my clothes on, and left. What was I doing? I didn't need to be doing this. I had a well paid job after-all. And today was only my first day here, and Friday was only a mere two days away. Was everything happening too fast? It felt like it, but, I rolled with it. I left the building, and as soon as I did, this rough looking Puerto Rican skin fella leapt out at me, and began to follow me as I went to fetch myself a cab (I think I know where I was going).

Chapter Two: - Well, firstly, no one is going to plant their seed inside of me as no one fucks me. I'm a TOTAL Top. And if someone were to fuck me, it would be with protection. - So you must be NEG then? - Yes, I am. All that stuff has always really scared me. His eyes seem to light up. I guess my sixth sense knew why, but, I remained calm. He made me feel at great ease, and I could not deny it, even though it wasn't the kind of bar that oozed intense sexual energy, it certainly was in our corner. BUT, I was already spoken for. I had to keep saying this, to myself, and Ayan. Was I in denial? 🙊 However, that did not stop me STARING at his OBSCENE MASSIVE package in his groin/thigh area each time he came back from the toilet. He was INSANELY BIG!! I actually knew right away I wanted him to fuck me. No one else had made me feel submissive like he did. He took control, and I was already under his spell. And I guess that has to say something from a 26 year old anal Virgin. I had fucked plenty. But had never been fucked. I also and with immense conflict found myself on this our first day of meeting fantasized about not only he Fucking me, but BARE too. But no, I mustn't. I have a loyal boyfriend at home patiently waiting for me to come home in 6 months time. My beautiful 'Lew'. Shortly after we had a few cocktails a magnum of vintage champagne was brought to our table. As we drank, chatted, laughed, and heavily flirted with complete restraint, there was this middle aged rotund guy who kept looking over. Not my type, but, something about him had me fascinated, wanting to know more. Suddenly, Ayan's phone went; - I have to get this, back in a moment. After several minutes, he returned. - Hey, Steven, I'm sorry, I have to go. Last minute urgent thing has come up. You enjoy the rest of the champagne my friend. I shall see you in work tomorrow. Don't be late. He abruptly vanished. Something did not seem right about that, like, it had been planned. I was soon to find out that this was the scenario. No sooner had he left, the middle aged rotund guy sidled his way up to my table, sat right next to me, and like Ayan grabbed my hand in a confident greeting; - Hey buddy, I am Aiden, what's your name? - Hey Aiden, I am Steven. - Aaaaaahhhh, from England!? - Yes. I just arrived yesterday. Started a new job for 6 months today. - Well, welcome to Boston. - Thank you. I was already high on Ayan's masculine authority, and hooked on his mysterious ways. And getting a little bit drunk now too. It did not take Aiden long to figure out via our conversation that I as a hobby am a Go-Go boi. Well, he actually, he didn't need to figure out, as he already knew, because he and Ayan are actually good friends! Ayan's abrupt exit was very well orchestrated! 😈 And I was the new piece of juicy MEAT in town being primed to thrown into the deep end, and swim in filTh until I became permanently S☣️ILED! - Aaaaaahhh, so you Go-Go dance at home. As it happens I own a club around the corner. We are open 6 days a week to the public, and closed on Friday's where we usually hold private functions. How do you fancy coming over tonight for an audition? I pay $200 for 1 hour dancing from my performers. Wow, easy Beer money. And doing something that I love. - Well, I will NOT allow any customer to touch me. I have a boyfriend at home who I am loyal too, and, I am happy in my Monogamous relationship. - Oh no no no, of course not Stevie. You dance. I pay you. You leave. - OK, sure, why not. He'd already cemented my place beneath him with his calling me Stevie, not Steven. He and Ayan and some BIG plans that would completely change the course of my life, for which I would one day be very grateful to them for. Aiden had you in the palm of his hand, talking about anything and everything, with many wild tales. If he was trying to impress me in my champagne haze, it was most definitely working. - C'mon Stevie, let's get you auditioned! I stood up, and stumbled a bit, I was pretty drunk by now. We left the bar, and made the short 5 minute walk to his club.

I was at Black & Blue this bast weekend and went to a spa after the Masque Ball. i had a younger chub top enter my room and start to finger my ass. He wasn't much of a talker but he climbed on top and entered my ass. He shoved his dick in me balls deep and immediately started to raw fuck me after about 15 minutes his breath picked up and he said it was time to knock me up. My ass started to feel warm as he came deep in my hole. He slowly ground his cock in my ass when he asked if he could piss in me. I responded that he could do whatever he wanted. Slowly I could feel my hole getting warm and wetter. A minute later he started to fuck me. Then he said, I'm going to get you pregnant and fuck you every day. He started to ram his dick into my hole harder and started to grunt as he came in my sloppy hole. he pulled out and I sucked him clean.

I love my PA, only wish that I had gotten one sooner. 00ga here, started at 8 ga.

I love having a PA and love fucking bottoms who have them. If you’re definitely getting your nipples pierced, get captive bead rings so that if you do get a PA you can chain your nips to your cock. If your nips are hardwired like mine are, it’ll make your eyes roll back in your head when you’re getting fucked and your cock bounces up and down, your PA tugs on the chain and pulls your nipple rings and you feel it in both places. Of course if you both have PAs and nipple rings he can chain his nipples to your cock while he fucks you. Either way it’s a lot of fun.

Take an empty poppers bottle and insert a cotton ball inside. When you’re ready to play, put a few drops of poppers in onto the cotton (repeat as needed) and use the cotton-bottle instead. No sloshing! And by not opening your original bottle as often, you make it last longer. Don’t shove the cotton up your nose, touch your lips with it, or handle it, though - you can get a chemical burn.

I always wondered why my grandparents were close to my parents. i just thought it's because we all got on. we lived on a big house with lots of rooms. I was forbidden from entering some of them until I was an adult. The day finally came and I became an adult. "Don't bother getting dressed love" my father told me. "you going to show me the special rooms?" I asked naively. "sure honey I will just get the key" he said. He unlocked the door and opened it. Inside was a king sized bed and a flat screen TV. There were some interesting items on the bed. One of them looked like a cock. "sit on the bed.... let me show you a film" said my dad. I sat down sheepishly and he turned the TV on. There were people on there naked playing with the strange items I found on the bed. I felt a wet patch in my pj's and my nipples getting hard. They were showing through my pj's. "dad can you teach me how to use these toys? they look like fun" I said. "sure honey just take your pj's off and relax then I will show you my toy under my pj's" he said. I slowly took off my pj's. "my pussy is tingly and wet" I said to my dad. "here let me help you" he said and slowly licked my pussy. "oh yes daddy that feels good" I said. "I aim to please let me lick you until you have a very big tingle called an orgasm" he said. I enjoyed daddy licking my pussy. I was looking forward to seeing the toy he had in his pj's. Then he put the cock toy on my pussy and turned it up to the highest setting "oh my God that's so good daddy you're making me cum" I said. "when did you last have a period?" my daddy asked me. "a few days ago daddy why do you ask?" I replied. "because in this family we breed each other when we become adults to make babies. I want to make you pregnant by breeding you like my mum showed me how to make love to her and my sister when I was an adult. "oh yes please daddy, give me your babies. how do we make babies?" I replied excitedly. "in that case meet the toy that will make you pregnant" he said revealing a very big cock. It was long and stiff ready to impregnate me. My daddy stroked his cock next to my pussy lips slowly opening them to leave my ready wet hole. He went in and out slowly. He took my virginity. "daddy I wanna breed with you until I can breed no more" I told him. "That's easily done because ive got a potent fertility drink that can keep us breeding for a very long time" said my dad. "can grandad breed me as well daddy?" I asked. "sure honey I will go and get him" he said "how about a cock in both holes?" "as long as he cums in my pussy first. what are the other rooms for?" I replied. "oh they have nurseries and some have other guys in there waiting to loose their virginity" he replied. "but you have to be blindfolded to enter them and stay naked. they wanna breed you all night" he saw my face light up as he told me. I can't wait to have lots of hot breeding fun with all these complete strangers. little did I know they we're cousins and uncles.

I think everyone who is having anonymous bb sex should be expecting to get a bacterial sti. Statistically it's going to happen. That's why you get tested regularly. I have gone years without catching anything, then had chlamydia and gonorrhea in my ass twice in a year. Once it's going around in your town or city, if you bb in that pool, chances are your going to get it, and chances are you are going to give it to someone between testing. My clinic warned me to use a condom or be more selective, or I would be infected again as it was in town and rampantly going around the bb community. I don't think it's taboo. It's just common sense and mostly common knowledge. A porn star really thought hiv medication prevented STDs? Really!

Commando. Always. Except for work meetings. Love feeling my cock and PA moving around in my jeans or shorts. Also love the scent of my sweaty crotch and funky pierced dick whenever I unzip to piss during the day, it turns me on like a fucking switch. The visual advertising doesn’t hurt either, sometimes it’s a great conversation starter.

this is my slit after years of use and molding by Tops, no longer a pucker

So happy to see you posting again @pozpuppy! Great start to what I am sure is going to be a great story!

That’s... odd. There are times when I get Tops who come in to inspect my ass before they invest a fuck in me, but I’ll almost always get at least a finger up my cunt to test how I feel inside. And plenty of times Tops will cut a fuck short because they don’t want to cum yet. But I haven’t experienced the noncommittal behavior you describe. Do you say anything to them while they’re doing this? Is it possible that you might be saying something or giving off some signal or vibe that makes them hesitate? You don’t have, like, a biohazard tattoo around your anus or something like that, do you? It might not be anything you’re doing at all - I’m just speculating.

Yes

Had a guy once that made me jack off into his hand before he topped me. He used my cum as lube. I was not allowed to touch my dick while he was fucking me.

You have a wife and baby daughter and you want to be Poz? jeeze get some therapy

More pleases! Perhaps you will get welcomed into the club!

Dawn was breaking by the time they finished with me. My face and bottom were covered in spunk, and my belly felt like it had been pumped full of it a well. I manged to retrieve my clothes and crawled out onto the beach. I dressed, but realised I still couldn’t go home like this. I remembered an old, brick toilet set back from the beach in some bushes and thought there might be a basin I could wash the worst of the filth off. There didn’t seem to be anyone around, so I crept up to the building and went inside. It smelt of piss and damp. There were some urinals and cubicles and a cracked wash basin which had running water. I took off my trousers and peeled my underpants off my sticky buttocks and ran some water in the bowl. It was difficult, but I managed to raise one leg on to the edge so I could apply water to my arsehole which was puffy and sore. Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps and a short, fat man came through the door. He was wearing stained overalls, rubber boots and was carrying a mop and bucket. I froze with shock, and he grinned as he saw my bare arse and the puffy slit between the cheeks. “’ello.” He said. “what’s all this? Got yourself fucked did you?” I lowered my leg and stood there miserably as he laughed at my discomfort. “That’s why I like the early shift,” He said. “There’s often some dirty bastard washing his bum hole in the morning.” He put the bucket down and unzipped the front of his overalls. He had a fat, hairy belly and around the belly button was a large biohazard tattoo. When he pulled the zipper lower, a thick cock with a large mushroom cock fell into his fist and swelled into erection. “You alright in there, Mick?” Shouted a voice from outside. “Oh yeah,” He called back, turning me round and bending me over the washbasin. He dug out a battered tin of Vaseline and smeared it over my gaping hole. “This won’t take long, mate!” I felt his cock pushing into me. It forced my hole further open around the mushroom head, then slid into my gut with a delicious sliding feeling. “I’ll just clean the ladies, then, shall I?” Called the voice from outside. Mick was thrusting in and out, gasping with pleasure as he sodomised me over the basin. “Y..you…ooof…yeah you do that!” He gasped, lifting his belly onto my backside and going deeper up me. I was crushed over the cold porcelain as he worked himself to a climax. “Here it comes you dirty sod!” He grunted and I felt his cock throbbing inside me as he added his spunk to the cum already swimming inside me. “That’s better.” He sighed, pulling his cock out, wiping it with a dirty cloth and zipping up his overalls before wiping my bottom with the same rag. “Thanks,” I mumbled. He turned away and started mopping the floor. “Bye then.” I said. He ignored me, so I pulled on my underwear and trousers and went outside. Another man was emerging from the ladies with a bucket, and he raised an eyebrow when he saw me, then jerked his hips suggestively. I blushed and walked off with his laughter in my ears. By now it was nearly 9 o’clock and I knew Bill would be at the sauna, so I headed of there to get a shower. I let myself in and found him behind the desk drinking coffee. “Where you been?” He said, “Your mum’s been round looking for you.” I explained about what had happened and he gave a whistle of appreciation. “You ended up under the promenade, then? Bloody hell, they’re real tramps under there. Did you get fucked by an old guy with a warty cock and sores?” I nodded my head. “Then your arse will be swimming with bugs by now! His names John and he’s well known for having the clap and god knows what else!” As he spoke, I noticed his cock thicken and stiffen in his shorts and a dark pre-cum stain appear at the tip. “Mind you, there’s some find that gets them horny. Strip off and show me your arse.” I did as I was told, and he turned me round and stuck a finger up me, which slid in easily from the cleaner’s spunk from earlier. “We’d best phone your mum and tell her you’re ok.” He dropped his shorts and bent me over the counter and then dialled my home. As the phone rang, he slowly slid his cock up me and grunted with pleasure. “Oh yeah, nothing like an arse full of bugs around my cock.” I heard my mother answer and Bill said “That’s right, he’s here. I’m with him now.” He pushed his cock deeper and I squealed with pleasure. “Yeah, he’s happy enough….that’s so wet and dripping…no I was just saying there’s a drip in the shower…oof I’m going to cum..sorry I said I’ll make sure he comes straight home..ahhh.” With that he shot a huge load up me in spasms as my mother thanked him for looking out for me and rang off. Bill pulled out and I saw his cock was covered in slime. “”Lovely!” He said, pushing his cock back into his shorts. “I’ll leave it dirty to marinade” He ruffled my hair. “You’re a good one, a right dirty little pig. Lube yourself up and get off upstairs. They’ll be in soon and you’ve got work to do.”

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

Part 12; With that, he forcefully shoved the new neg twink in the direction of Pete and left to join the rabble upstairs. Pete caught him after the hard push, and upon catching him, ripped his singlet so it hung from his frame in tatters, showing off a tight tort sweaty body, and nipples that he had obviously spent a lot of time working on! Pete then stood back... - Get your trainers, socks, and shorts off NOW, boy, and stay standing. - Yes Sir He did as he was instructed, and even blindfolded, he had good core strength as he didn't wobble one bit. His shorts came off to show off a very high tight bubble ASS wrapped snugly in a Jock-strap. Fuck, his ASS is better than mine! My former Master's toxic Dick grew rock solid, as he licked his lips. He went and put on one of the many Gas Masks littered around the place. And then put on a black cloak which completely covered his thin pale wasted body. Unless his hands came out from underneath the cloak, all you could see from his entire body, was his Dark eyes through his Gas Mask. I thought he looked hot, but to someone else it might be a scary menacing look. He got the glass of liquid with the straw, stood right in front of the neg twink, hid the glass under his cloak, and ordered the twink to drop to his knees, take his blindfold off, and look up at him. Kneeling there in nothing but a tight Jock-Strap, with his high tight ASS, in front of AIDS Master Pete towering above him, in his cloak and Gas Mask, was a fucking HOT sight to see! The drink appeared from his cloak, held by his pale thin hand... 'DRINK it' 'Yes Sir .... Hmmmmm, it tastes a bit salty' 'DRINK it' He finished the drink, Pete put the glass down, and pulled the cloak slightly back enough to reveal his mighty filthy toxic fuck weapon that was already fully erect, and slowly wanked right in front of the twinks face. After about 10 Minutes he was still wanking, when suddenly the twink grabbed hold of his own pert ASS, pulling it apart, and leaned right in kissing the tip of Pete's nasTy AIDS Dick, looking up at him, and groaning .... - A-ha, I see the G is kicking in. Good boy! - I've never had G before Sir - And how do you feel? - Super alert. And I NEED to be fucked senseless - You do remember that you are attending a Poz Party? - Yes Sir - And you still want to turn your fantasy into reality, and get poZZed up? - Yes Sir. Oh yes. InfecT my cunT please Sir Pete threw off his cloak, stuck out his chest, to reveal his skinny gaunt pale wasted body, with his 'AIDS Master' message across his chest staring the twink right in the face! He got him to lie face down over a wooden horse, then restrained his wrists and ankles to the wooden legs. - Fuck YEAH. Look at that piece of neg Meat. I'm gonna marinate his sweet neg cunT with my burning poz cum, before I blood-slam him directly into my personal AIDS kingdom! The wooden horse was positioned opposite 'Pillory with Stocks', and also as a side view to mirrored walls. Pete pushed his Death-weapon onto the twinks tight neg cunT, took his Gas Mask off, looked in the mirror, and ordered him to look at his face via the mirror. - You want my dangerous toxic Dick to fuck you boy? - Yes please, Sir - You want my poz cum sprayed deep inside your guts boy? - Yes please, Sir ... Please take away my sweet neg innocence Sir - Then fucking take it, you fucking nasTy fuck pig! I continue to lay in the bath, my belly happily full of piss, and watched my former Master plunge his super toxic Dick in deep, and hard, and watched on as the neg twink took a right rough pounding! After several minutes Pete tensed, grunted, and spewed his highly charged fuck poison, as their gazes remained locked. Having unloaded in two neg twinks in one day, he set about drawing up a syringe full of his potent DNA. He located a vein, and placed the needle in position. - You want this boy? - Yes Sir - Once this goes in, I will OWN you forever. You will forever OBEY me. And you will always refer to me as MASTER. And it goes without saying, you will also convert to poz immediately. You want it boy? - Fuck YEAH Sir. Poz me. Make me yours. Control me for eternity. He spat in the twinks face. Then, plunged in his virulent DNA. Once in, he stood up, his toxic Dick still rock solid, and began to fuck the twink once again. - Fuck Yeah. My beautiful new poz pig has a sweet tight cunT. - Thank you for poZZing me Master. I am now your loyal obedient servant! Oh God, I want to be Fucked all night! - Don't worry boy, you WILL. The Demonic Whispers stopped, and Hard Techno started to be blasted into this amazing Dungeon.The Basement door opened, and my Master walked in, followed by a stream of highly charged toxic poz fuckers! There were many sexy guys, naked, in Leather, in Rubber. And a range of physiques; Slim, muscle Men, Bears, very Skinny, and everything in between. My Master spoke; - Let the P☣️z Party begin! ☣️

And being used by a lot of men while blindfolded only heightens the feeling of their cocks in your ass and the feeling of their inside you.

Part 2 Troy didn't know that his fate was sealed the moment he signed the contract. If that last session had him questioning his sexuality, but the cash had him rethinking his actions. With Tommy's cock still lodged in his hole after the 6th load I let Troy know he made $750 that night. I knew the next video session was going to leave him completely defeated. This time Troy arrived early hoping to talk to me about what he did last week. He asked me if he could go back to the solo sessions. I let him know that he was such a success last week there have been requests pouring in for more. Besides, it's in his contract to follow the direction given to him by the owner (a.k.a. me). I figured that if he just followed direction, relaxed and just let what ever happens happen, he could make a lot of money. Troy then asked me how much could he make if he listens to me. I hinted that he could easily make close to 6 figures (and I wasn't lying). He seemed to agree as Tommy arrived to join him for that nights session. As they were getting ready I asked Troy if he'd like to get more serious with Tina, that he could really be put into a zone with Tina there's no way he wouldn't enjoy himself. I told him to just follow Tommy's lead and I bet he could double what he made last week. Before they began I offered both of them a drink. Troy was unaware that the drinks were laced with GHB (Troy's drink had a lot more than Tommy's drink). To help put Troy at ease I made sure to have Tommy pay some attention to his dick (before the Tina affected his ability to get hard). Sure enough Troy was sitting back blowing clouds while Tommy sucked his cock. Every so often Tommy would brush a finger across Troys hole. This teasing action had Troy spreading his legs. He could remember the pleasure he received from his hole so it didn't surprise him when Tommy slipped his finger inside. What Troy was oblivious to was the Tina laced lube Tommy was applying along with the occasional shard. Troy was getting lost in the sensations as the G and T began to take control. As the G dulled Troy's senses he hit the pipe more thinking it would help him focus. As Troy was lost in the sensations of the action between he and Tommy, he never noticed that a new person entered the room. The were being joined by Mike who brought with him the one thing that would take Troy to the depth of becoming a gay porn star. Mike had with him all that was needed to slam Troy into the stratosphere. With the G hitting Troy hard he never noticed Mike place a tourniquet on his arm and slip the very large slam into a nice his vein. By the time Troy realized Mike was in the rooom he was in a major coughing fit. Troy's cock shriveled up to about an inch soft. He had a little trouble focusing his eyes as he heard a slight ringing in his ears. All he now knew was that he needed his ass filled with anything. Tommy and Mike carried Troy over to another room that was better equipped for what was in store for Troy. All of a sudden there were a variety of guys all ready to take their turn to fuck the (no longer) straight jock. This turned into a full on porn production. Their were several cameras that could get just about any shot. They also made sure to keep Troy nice and high while they shot the raw footage. Troy took multiple loads from each guy that was in the room including the guys I had working the camera. Mike and Tommy made sure to give him his first DP and they also worked his hole with dildos. They even made sure that Troy got a nice blood slam to help insure he'd get the bug. I knew from this point on I would own his ass. I knew guys that would pay top dollar to breed a straight jock boy.