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“So,” the man said, looking directly into my eyes, “you want to join our little club.” It wasn’t really a question so much as it was a statment. I nodded slowly, my mouth dry. I tried to return the rugged looking man’s gaze with the same intensity that he gave but just couldn’t muster it. I felt my eyes drifting down to his full lips, his well kept full beard, the mound of chest hair that erupted from the collar of his v neck shit, and to his broad pecs with pert nipples that showed clearly through his shirt. “And do you know what this club is boy?” This was a question, and I answered as honestly as I could, “Mostly sir. My…um… friend, said he thought that I would fit in and arranged this…uh…interview…” I trailed off at the end. The man smiled slightly, “You can say fuck buddy, Sam. I know who Devin is to you.” I blushed. Devin and I had been friends for ages and had started fucking a few months previously when I found out just how thick his cock is. “Why did he say he thought you would fit in?” My cheeks went from pink to scarlet, “I… well…” “Just say it, you’ll feel better.” “I love getting bred.” I spat out the words before I chickened out. “I love taking loads.” “Good boy. You like it when Devin breeds you.” Another statement, “you like feeling his cum inside you boy hole.” “Yes Sir.” “And you want more, isn’t that right?” “Yes.” I was growing a little bolder now. “How many loads have you taken in a day Sam?” “Four.” “Four, all from the same person?” “Yes, Devin.” “Have you ever taken more than one mans load in a day?” Color rose up my neck, “Once, a guy fucked me once in the afternoon and then I met another man in a bar that night and he bred me too.” “Good, very good. Now did Devin explain the what the interview process was like for our club?” “Not really, Sir. Just that there would be an interview, and that it was a good way of meeting people. Though,” I said quickly, “from the way he said it I feel like there’s much more to it than that.” The man laughed, “Just a bit.” He smiled a broad smile that lit up his whole face. “You see Sam, our club is a special one and we have to be sure that you’re the right fit. Its not just a club to meet guys who might fuck you. It is a club to meet guys who will fuck you. If you make it through the entire interview process Sam you will get more cock in your life than you will know what to do with. Does that sound like something that interests you?” “Yes,” my voice cracking just slightly. “Good, now Devin is a full member, he’s one of our switches, but he tells me you’re not much of a top.” “No, uh no, not really.” “So you’ll be interviewing as a bottom.” “Yeah, I guess so.” “Being a bottom is nothing to be ashamed of, bottoms are an important and integral part of our group. Now if you were interviewing as a top or a switch this is the moment where I would bring in one of our bottoms for you to demonstrate your skills with; however, as a bottom you will be demonstrating,” he got up from behind his desk and walked around to stand in front of me, “your talents by taking my fat cock.” He grabbed his growing bulge through his pants and I felt my cock twitch. “Now before we continue there is one thing I must tell you. In this club, until you are a full member every load goes in your hole, and if you become a member it is still strongly encouraged. Do you understand?” “Yes, Sir.” My mouth felt dry. “Good, now strip.” I stood up, my hands shaking a little. The man was very close to me now. I could smell his light but powerful man smell and it made me weak. I pulled my shirt off over my head exposing my lightly haired torso and reasonable body, my friends joked that I had the body of someone who loves the gym but also loves pizza and they weren’t wrong. I kicked off my shoes, and socks, then went to undo my pants. I took a deep breath and pushed them down exposing the white jock I was wearing. “A jock strap, interesting. Not what I was expecting from you boy.” I moved to take it off too and the man stopped me saying, “That you can leave on boy, you won’t be playing with your cock for a while.” With me now standing in just my jock, the man started to take off his clothes. He quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, then with more care he took his shirt off tossing it to the side. I stared at his broad chest, the thick mass of dark hair flecked with grey. His big round pink nipples stood out erect from the fur. He had the solid build of someone who worked out for strength not to look good. My cock was throbbing. He undid his jeans, and then slowly slid them down. I knew at once he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his pubes began to erupt from the fly of his pants right off. Suddenly his cock sprang up as his pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them. I almost didn’t believe my eyes. His cock was as thick as a beer can and probably seven inches long. My mouth watered and my hole twitched, my own six inch cock was throbbing. I had never wanted a man as much as I wanted the man in front of me. “You like what you see boy?” “Yes.” “Good, get on your knees boy and get it nice and wet. The only lube you’re getting is spit.” I fell to my knees and scrambled towards his cock. I licked around the broad flat head of his dick for a moment and then swallowed it deep. His hands grabbed the back of my head and forced his dick down my throat. “That’s it boy, swallow my cock. Get it covered with your throat juice so I can slide deep in you hole.” I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to have his cock inside of me. My nose was pressed deep in his pubes and his balls were bouncing off of my chin. The man growled as he fucked my throat, my cheeks starting to hurt as they stretched around his girth. I kept almost gagging as he forced his cock deep inside me. He didn’t care about that though, all he was focused on was getting his cock as far down my throat as he could. The lack of air getting to my brain made me weak. I felt myself just letting go, giving myself over. I was his. This man owned my body, I had no idea how true that would become. I have no idea how long he fucked my throat but spit and drool dripped from my chin coating his cock and balls completely when he finally pulled his dick from my mouth. I gasped for air, blinking up at him. He grabbed me under my arms and tossed me onto the desk chest first. My ass was now exposed and at the perfect height for fucking. If I had had any illusions of this being a tender fuck they went out the window when he kicked my feet apart and slapped his cock against my exposed hole. With one hand on my shoulder and the other on his cock, he lobbed a big glop of spit on my ass and then rubbed his cock head into it. I took a deep breath knowing what was about to happen and tried to relax into it. “You did great with the cock sucking, full marks. Now let’s see how you do taking my cock. Are you ready boy?” “Yes.” “Then tell me what you want” “I want your cock. I want you inside me! I want your load!” “Good boy.” He pressed his thick, flat cock head against my hole. The bluntness of his tip meant that my hole had to stretch almost to his full girth before he was even inside me an inch. It took a moment, and I was panting, pushing back as best I could, before he suddenly sunk what must have been almost halfway in. I shuddered and gasped, my breath coming in ragged burst. He let me get used to his cock for a moment, then dropped another big blob of spit onto his shaft and pushed further inside. This time he didn’t stop till his pubes were pressed tight against my ass. I was whimpering now. My hole had never had to stretch that fast before. It was exhilarating. “Fuck that’s a nice cunt. Warm and inviting, but it’s a little too tight for my liking, let’s see if we can’t do something about that.” After spitting one more time onto my stuffed hole he pulled his cock back, one hand on my ass the other between my shoulder blades holding me down. He pulled out slowly till it felt like just the tip was inside me and then with more force than the last time pushed his cock back in. He built up the speed pushing harder and harder into me each time. I grunted and whimpered as he worked his way to really pounding me. I pushed my ass back onto him, willing my hole to open up for him. “Good boy,” he said, slamming into me hard, “That hole is opening up into a nice loose pussy. Keep pushing it out just like that. Your cunt is never going to be the same boy.” “Please breed me Sir,” I practically shouted. “Oh I’m going to leave you dripping when I’m done turning this boy hole into a proper pussy. Don’t you worry.” He was hammering me now and I was shouting. The sound of his balls slapping against my taint filled the room. Sweat was pouring off of both of us. I felt like I stunk of sex and I loved it. I had done slutty things but felt like a new chapter. This man was judging me on how good of a bottom I was and I was determined to prove to him what a champion I was. I slammed my ass back against his thrusts making my ass clap even harder. His cock was bottoming out in me with every thrust. I alternated between pushing my hole open and trying to such him deeper and deeper. His breathing was starting to change and his pace become even more frenetic. He was getting close. My own cock, still stuffed in the pouch of my jockstrap was practically dripping with precum, but only half hard, all of my focus had shifted to this man and his cock. He was the only thing that mattered. “Spread your cheeks for me boy, I wanna see that pussy open up for me when I breed it.” I grabbed my cheeks with both hands and spread them as wide as I could. He pulled his cock completely out of my hole with a pop, and then slammed it back in again. His cock broke past my ring like that over and over again wrecking my hole. I was no longer pushing back against him. Apart from holding my cheeks apart my body had gone slack. “Im going to fill you boy.” “Please give me your load.” “Fucking take my load,” he groaned as he slammed his cock as deep as he could into me and kept it there as his balls pulled up and unloaded. His dick spasmed for what felt like ages pumping his load into me. He must have shot a gallon of cum for how long he twitched. Once his dick had stopped, he said “Stay just like that.” He pulled out slowly. I heard him grab something, heard the click of a phone camera, and then felt cold plastic on my hole. A butt plug, I knew that feeling Devin had done this to me before. My well fucked hole quickly accepted the plug inside and then held it firm. “Take a seat boy.” I straightened up and staggered to the chair I had been sitting in at the start of the interview. “You did well. Your hole bloomed into a nice pussy for me in good time. I can’t wait to see what you can do with more training.” He was back to being very businesslike, despite now being fully naked in his chair across the desk he had just bred me on. “You have made it to the next step of the interview. With each step you will learn a little more about what is expected of the bottoms in our group. You will then be tested to see if you can meet those expectations. If at any point you want to drop out you are more than welcome to do so, but know there are no second chances. Once you have said you can’t take it…” he trailed off, “but I cant see that happening with you. You can go home now. Keep the plug in your hole, and my load in your guts. You will receive a call in a few hours about the next part of your interview.” He turned to his computer ignoring me, and I realized it was time to leave. Feeling dirty and incredibly turned on I grabbed my clothes and left the room.

Part 2 For the next couple of days I was too busy to do anything except spend time with my parents and siblings and other relatives and a few friends. Apparently my new friend must have been busy too as neither of us called or sent a text even. Then in the early morning of 3rd day home I was awakened by my phone going off. I checked it, to find a message from the new guy. He wanted to know how things were going and if it was possible to meet up for lunch if I was interested? He also mentioned that we had not got around to introducing ourselves. He wrote that his name was Frank and he could meet up for about an hour around his noon break from work. I immediately sent him a message back saying it would be great and my name was Jeff and asked where he wanted to meet? He sent a message right back saying he wasn't real familiar with town yet but told me the name of a restaurant I knew of. I was a little surprised at it as I knew it was not in a real good part of town but also knew it had pretty good food and sent him a message that it would be fine and I would be there at noon. I got ready, cleaned up and headed out and arrived at the restaurant about 5 minutes early. I decided to just go ahead and get us a table and chose booth kind of out of the way in a corner. It was a little bit more private than most. Frank got there a couple of minutes after noon, so I did not have to wait too long. As he slid into the booth, he leaned over and planted a kiss on me which was kind of a surprise but very welcome. We broke off quickly and he said, "I have a good two hour lunch today, so we have lots of time to 'feed' ". He kind of put an emphasis on that word while smiling. I smiled back at the double meaning and was hoping to get another taste of his fine cock. We ordered and while waiting made out a little bit in our booth. I was hot and ready as he was such a good kisser. We broke the kiss after a bit and I told him I had to run to the restroom and would be right back. When I returned and slid into the booth, Frank immediately planted his lips on mine again. As we kissed, he reached down and took my hand and place it in his lap and I was surprised to find that he had slid his pants down and his cock was standing straight up and hard as a rock. I started to jack him as we kissed and was loving the feeling of his large meat. He broke the kiss of after a short bit and as our lips parted I saw he was looking around and then one of his hands was pushing my head down towards his dick. He told me that he would keep a close watch on but wanted to feel my lips on him and couldn't wait any longer. I opened my moiuth without hesitation and swallowed his cock down. As I was sucking he was reaching over and I felt his hand reach down the back of my pants, rubbing my ass cheek and gently sliding a finger into my crack at times. I sucked him for a good 5 minutes when he pulled his hand out of my pants and whispered that our food was coming. I rose up before the waitress got to our table. Frank, again, had a huge amount of precum which I had swallowed as fast as I could and it was so very sweet tasting. He didn't bother to try and get his pants up but just kind of slumped in the seat under the table so the waitress could not see he was basically bare from the waist down. After she left, he quickly raised up and pulled his pants up and tucked everything back in. We then got down to eating our really quite good meal. We chatted a little but about nothing in particular. Just general talke about weather, news, etc. to pass the time a little. We finished rather quickly actually and were heading out the door by a quarter till 1. As we got outside he just took my hand and led off down the sidewalk. I had no idea where we were going to start with but soon went around the corner where I finally realized we had only been a short distance from the ABS. He led me straight to it. We entered and he paid for us to head to the back rooms where the booths were at. When we got in the back I kind of took the lead as I knew exactly where the one big room was at. We entered and in no time at all, Frank had his pants to his ankles and I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. It slowly grew until my entire mouth was stuffed full and it was entering my throat. I was loving it as, like every time, he was precumming a ton. His taste drove me wild and made me suck harder trying to get as much as I could possibly get. After about 10 minutes, Frank all at once pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back as there was a couch in this room and sat down on it. He then kicked his shoes off and pulled his pants completely off and then even took his shirt off. I jumped up and quickly got my clothes off also. He then turned on the couch and spread his legs and I climbed between them and took his dick back into my mouth. I swallowed it all the way and it went deep into my throat, where he grabbed my head and held me in that position for a little while until I pushed at him to pull away to get some air. It was thrilling as hell. I wanted his seed and went to town sucking and deep throating him to get it. This must be like heaven is all I could think of.

Chapter 22; *Sauna ~ The beginning* - Is that a broTherhood shoT? - Yep. - Is it your blood? In went the needle, the plunger went down, and there was another hit of meTh, with my neighbour Edwards very own strain. 😈 Seems like I was building myself up quite a nice collection! 🐷 The needle came out, and looking up at me he replied to my question with an intense glare; - Yes! - Oh fuck. Oh God. I NEED Dick up my cunT. I NEED cum!! [ I was in that meTh haze again ] - Don't worry, where we are going I am sure there will be more than enough to go around. By the way, anything else of significance happen with your clinic visit today? - Er, yeah, I was given a course of PEP. But ... - But, what? - I have decided it is not for me. Look, here is the first blister pack that the nurse opened. She seemed really keen to want me to take the first pill there and then. He popped the said partly opened blister packet into his pocket. What was he upto with that? About 30 minutes later we arrived at a popular Gay sauna. Was my cunT after a few days rest going to be taking another good hard battering? We got undressed, towels around our waists, and put all of our belongings into one locker. Except for one small tiny item. My weathered poz bull took the one pill out that the nurse tried to get me to take today, and off we went to the shower area. - Give me your towel, and kneel before me. I wasn't going to argue with such a sexy stud! He then took the pill between thumb and finger, and addressed the crowd. Some guys were hovering around me kneeling down. Others were showering, and others were moving through with many stopping to watch as the event that was about to take place, unfold. He began to speak out very loudly; - Some of you here know me, and know I have been off of my usual meds for several months. I was due to start a new regime today, but this new dirty sluT in town a few days ago infecTed me with Gonorrhea. Look at the sign on his back. Clearly a very nasTy PiG. As I hadn't even showered since Friday night 3 days ago, the 'NEG PIG / POZ ME' sign was still etched on my back in permanent marker ink. My crix bellied bull ordered me to hold the pill, then gave me a choice; - If you want to take PEP, you will start immediately. If not, you will place it on the floor in front of you. In my fresh meTh high I looked around at the gathering crowd, and the guys that were showering, most of which were now stroking their fully erect or growing Dicks. I placed the pill on the wet floor, put both hands on my thighs, and looked up at Edward with a smile of fucked up greedy piggy lust. - I see. So you really are ready to become HIV+ then are you, you nasTy WH☢️RE? My response was that of an audible groan, with my smile becoming even more piggy for my cunT to get a good seeing to, and my hips began to feverishly rock back and forth. I guess that was a good enough answer! Suddenly, a group of guys surrounded me jerking off, with space left for Edward to be directly in front of me with no obstructions, and I saw him waste no time in joining the others in tugging on his now super hard toxic Dick. I felt hands grope my ass cheeks, and it wasn't long before I heard several grunts as I felt my back, and scalp become wet as multiple guys came over me. Edward came right up to me and massaged in the cum on my head like it was shampoo, lathering it up. Then, he stood back a few paces, and was now in the zone to unleash is hyperspermia on me once again; - Right you nasTy fucking WHORE, I want you to open that mouth as wide as you can, and keep it wide open. Moments after he started to stroke fast and hard right in front of my face I felt my back be pushed forwards so my butt cheeks lifted off of my heels, and in and instant a Dick slid deep inside me balls deep, and keeping themselves fully impaled commenced very slowly with tiny rocking movements fucking me. I instantly recognised the feeling of that PA and the style of the fucking, and how my hips were being gripped. It had to be my Gono stud Todd!? With my first PEP pill within reaching distance, it seemed I was once again engaging in extremely high risk behaviour, and this fucked up meTh-PiG was fucking loving it! - You ready for another drenching? Here it comes Steven! He purposefully let everyone in the vicinity know my name, as a form of degradation, and it only served to turn me on even more. As my cunT got a very slow fuck I looked up at my weathered bull whose face was now contorting, his body was becoming rigid, his breathing was becoming erratic, and the rumblings of little grunts let all know that full on mature bull grunts were on their way. He stepped forward, and then came that first SQUIRT 💦💦💦 ... The first few squirts hit my face, then, in my mouth came the hyperspermia blast, and with each few squirts I found myself having to close my mouth to swallow the huge amount that had already collected. Then I would open very WIDE again for my t☢️xic bull. Each time my mouth was closed for those few seconds my face got a good drenching. - Todd, move, he's going to get the last part of my load deep in his guts. A few more squirts entered my mouth, and I knew that was going to be the last he pumped into that end, but, I wanted to savour what he had just given me, so, I closed my mouth, but didn't swallow, just letting his dirty seed settle to the bottom of my mouth, on and under my tongue. I was correct, it was my Gono stud Todd. He withdrew with Edward immediately plunging in. He pushed my head down so my arse was in the air, my cum covered back was at an angle as he then pushed my face into the wet ground. I could see the PEP pill inches away, when this yellow hand moved it within millimeters of my lips. As my cunT got super loaded with my bulls dirty hyperspermia toxic cum I looked up to see Todd's yellow gaunt face looking down at me with a cocky depraved smirk. I felt like a real nasTy dirTy faGGot-PiG as I let my lower jaw open so the cum I was holding in slowly drooled out and over my lips, and onto the floor. Todd laughed arrogantly; - Just think PiG, when we met three days ago you were a NEG-virgin. Now look at you, cannot get enough of the broTherhood shoTs and the death-fuck-seed that we all kindly give to you. I so cannot wait for about 1 months time! As he said that a young guy who worked at the sauna came walking through with a high bundle of towels;

Chapter 19; *Hyperspermia* This rough looking weathered-bull Edward who Ramon was so lucky to be dating took his fisT out, and slid his forever increasingly t☢️xic Dick of recent times inside of me. He took about five strokes, then suddenly stopped, quickly pulling out. - Fuck. I have to stop, else I am gonna shoot. It has been a long while, and I am so ready to bust my nut. It isn't going to take much at all for me to start cumming. And I have to warn you 'boy', I suffer from hyperspermia! - I don't know what that is, Sir. - It means, certainly in my case, that I cum an abnormally HUGE amount of cum. And I shoot for a good couple of minutes. I really do not know where it comes from. - PLEASE GIVE it to me, Sir. - Ramon, get the large Butt-Plug, and get ready to plug him the moment I withdraw my t☢️xic Dick. - Yes Daddy. Damn, I wish it was my cunT you were spraying your dirTy load up, Daddy. I could tell Edward wasn't all that happy with the last comment from his boyfriend, but, it fell from his mind as he returned his complete attention back towards me. He slid back inside my diseased ridden cunT, slowly, balls deep, then slowly sliding all the way back out again, whilst pausing for several seconds, then sliding all the way back in, and again slowly sliding all the way back out, and once again needing that several second pause. He done this only 4 times when he knew he could not hold out any longer. His ravaged weathered face puffed and growled as he looked deep into my meTh fueled eyes, with the tip of his Glans Cock head slightly past the opening to what were now my well and truly gaping cunT lips. He was SO ready to let go of a 3 week load of t☢️xic cum, hyperspermia style, and I was oh so ready to accept the imminent FLOOD! That was it, the wait was over, and he plunged in, gave 2 quick strokes, and was now past the poinT of no return. His big hands grabbed tightly onto the sling chains as he looked at me with his face contorting amidst loud gruffly growling grunTs. Oh sweet Jesus, now I know why he felt the need to give me a fair warning of the MASSIVE load his was about to unleash on and IN me! Among the 160 loads I took lastnight / this morning, there was not a single one that felt remotely like this. I could literally feel each very large squirt of cum hit the insides of my guts, and no sooner had one huge rope of cum squirted from his Dick of vintage DNA, another would be propelled into my nasTy cunT at a great velocity. Around where my urinary bladder area was beginning to feel an odd sensation, like a sudden high pressure had abruptly made itself known; - Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh shit. This feels weird. Something feels strange. Fuck. Fuck. - Ramon, get ready to plug this boy's cunT. Quickly. Hurry up, 'boy'. - Yes Daddy. Sorry Daddy. By now what he was shooting into me was spilling out, and he wasn't even fucking me as he shot his dirTy load. He was simply impaled, deep, holding that position. So, for it to be spilling out, fuck, there had to me an intense amount. He suddenly pulled out, and I was immediately plugged. And now I could see what I had just been feeling. HUGE rope after rope of this hot sexy bulls unmedicated HIV+ cum squirting all over the place. He quickly came around the side to my face, and rammed his heavily squirting Dick into my mouth. Again, with the many loads I took down my throat lastnight / this morning, none were near as close as powerful as this, with each thick rope of cum hitting the back of my throat so hard that is was causing a tickling irritation, and I could feel myself having the urge to cough. Several HUGE squirts were forced down my throat, and together with the tickling sensation intensifying and the lack of time to breath between squirts caused me to now cough and splutter, with my remaining air pushing out this horny super bull's Dick out of my mouth. For fuck sake, he was STILL cumming. His loud gruffly growling grunTs continued as he now began to literally heavily drench my face. How could someone cum so much. This was surely not humanely possible. Well, I can tell you, it IS! Having giving me at least a dozen large squirts on my face he came back around to my now plugged cunT, and finished spraying his hot sticky load all over my chest and abs, with even some hitting my chin, as though my face had not already just received a heavy soaking. As his orgasm waned, I lay there, completely drenched by his t☢️xic sperm, inside and out. FUCK. Ramon was one lucky boy. Or maybe not, as he wasn't getting any longer what I just had, not since Edward had become detectable. I looked over at Ramon, who was fiercely finger fucking his own cunT again, looking at my cum soaked body longingly, wishing that it was he laying in the sling instead. Edward left the playroom, to clean up I guess. - Hey Ramon, why don't you scoop some of your Man's cum up, and finger it up your NEG cunT? I mean, whilst yo are paying it the attention that you are. His eyes lit up, and he jumped up, scooped a load of his boyfriend's t☢️xic juice from my belly, flopped himself back on the bean bag, and again began to finger himself. Only this time his intense frustration from when he was fingering himself before had lifted, to be replaced with a satisfied string of pleasurable groans. Now happy he was getting a little bit of what he really wanted. Edward the sexy charged-up hoT bull came back into the playroom, got himself dressed back into his cammo shorts and tight fitting tank top, and proceeded to put some items from the playroom shelf of tricks into a plastic shopping bag; - I think it is important that my boy Ramon and I as your new neighbours Steven give you a few little gifTs, as a token of welcoming you into our neigbourhood. Well, I was pretty chuffed with the gifT he had just given me! 😈 Into the bag went a vinyl play-sheet, a large dildo (well, I think starting with a small one now would be pretty poinTless), a bottle of poppers, a small rubber jock-strap, a manual douche, and a set of suction cups to continue giving my nipples a regular workout. My trackie bottoms also went into my 'welcome Steven gifT bag'.

We'll be skipping the foreplay, not on a pump-and-dump Top's menu.

I am in agreement with 'DirtyFuckBoy' on this. I don't like the bottom I am fucking to cum (externally). In fact, I prefer it if they don't even get hard. They are certainly NOT allowed to touch themselves!! Their sole purpose is to serve me, with their body, mind, and their one and only sexual organ; Their cunt! Internal orgasm(s) for the bottom turn me on big time; Hearing intense manic moaning, and screaming (preferably with pre-cum leaking from a caged limp dick) is what really does it for me! 🐷 So, top tip for anal/internal orgasms ~ 'Completely' forget that you have a dick (and do NOT play with it, at all). An added bonus is for a bottom to have his dick caged in chastity. This prevents any temptation, and over time taps into the inner psyche, re routing it's path of development to where it should be. A lot I believe rests on the psychological aspect side to the situation. And as has already been discussed, the Top's technique of course also plays a vital role. It takes two to tango and all that. With a Dick that has a distinct curve when fully aroused, I have been told that this can also help considerably 😈 Lots of patience, and even more practice required 👅

PREQUEL to Chapter 23; - Guys, you know it is no sex in the shower areas. It is for quick showering only! Once spent the weathered bull flopped on top of me, fucking me slowly, his crix belly against my lower back, with my cunT so full of his dirTy poz cum once again it was overflowing just like last time, squelching and slopping about with each small thrust as his sperm and Todd's Gono pus mingled together. He whispered into my ear; We had better get you to the steam room, we're breaking sauna rules fucking here. I shall be having some relaxation at the bar, and you will only leave the steam room when I come to fetch you.

Chapter 21; Clinic / PEP 💊 When I finally woke up I felt fucking dreadful, and my cunT felt super sore, as did my tits. I didn't have the strength to shower, so just dressed in my lounge gear and monged out all day. My Lew seemed to sense something was not quite right, and was pleading for us to have a video chat. I messaged him saying I was feeling very tired, and that we could video chat tomorrow night (Monday) at 11pm my time. That seemed to go down well, and calmed him down. He kept messaging me throughout the day saying how much he missed me. Sunday soon came and went, and Monday morning was here. I had woken late, and had a monster of a sore throat, and still felt terrible. I rolled into work 1 hour late, and even without showering. I was dressed smartly, but, was still covered in cum and piss! My sexy hunk of a boss Ayan came over; - I am so sorry I am late. I promise it won't happen again. - Don't worry. Did you have a good weekend? You look as though you have not had much rest! - Er, yeah, I went to a party. But I now seem to have a really bad sore throat. - You haven't been sucking on Gonorrhea dripping Dick have you [ he teased ] - Erm ... - Oh, I see, you did, did you [ Did he already actually really know? ] - Er, yes. *I sheepishly replied* He in a flash announced to the office manager he employed that he was leaving the office, and took me with him, taking me to the nearest sexual health clinic. - I have to go back to work, but you get seen here. And, you are to take the rest of today off, and take tomorrow off too. I am away on business from Wednesday until next Tuesday, so, I'll see you next week. Good luck. - Thank you, boss. I had only been waiting for about 30 minutes when a nurse called me in. We went through my sexual history, which until Friday had been very vanilla, tame, and monogamous. She soon learned through her probing that two and a half days ago I had undertaken in very high risk sex, with unprotected fucking as a bottom from detectable tops with HIGH viral loads, had taken chems, taken blood slams, been exposed to Hep C, and Gonorrhea. She done a rapid HIV test which of course came back negative, and took further bloods to cover for HIV, Syphilis, and Hep C. And she also swabbed my Penis, Rectum, and Throat. I wonder what she must have been thinking when swabbing my battered cunT!? I was made to wait after this initial consultation with tests for about 1 hour when I was called back into the same room, and same nurse. - Okay Steven, I have the results of your swabs back. You are negative for Gonorrhea in your Penis, but Positive in your throat and Rectum. I shall give you a shot of antibiotics for that in a moment. And, I have spoken with a Doctor, and it has been agreed to give you a 4 week course of PEP, considering your extremely high risk sexual behaviour from Friday. But, you need to start taking it today. And we'll see you again here in 4 weeks time. She gave me the antibiotic shot in my ass, then had me seated again to go through the whole PEP thing. She actually broke the foil on the blister pack, partly pushing out the first pill, whilst fetching me a glass of water. - You can start now if you like [ she seemed to be pressing the situation very hard ] - Er, can I take it in the bathroom. I prefer not to have someone watching me. She obliged my request. Once in the bathroom I tipped the water down the toilet, sat down, and stared at the partly opened blister pack. I mean, did I really want to take this course of pills. I knew if I did not start this course today that I would without doubt become HIV+. Something I had for years avoided any kind of contact with, as it scared me. And now, well, something inside me was changing, in more ways than one. The vanilla DNA of old was being replaced with toxic DNA, not just in body, but in mind too. I spent the afternoon walking around town window shopping, and grabbing bites to eat here and there. I eventually found myself sitting in a park, and took the partly opened blister pack out, staring at it again, and at a particular moment the sun reflected on the foil, I had a lightbulb moment; I did NOT want to take these damn pills. I was READY to embrace the nasTy PiG within, and allow myself to become a fully fledged poz fucker. Using a map I decided to make my way home with a long walk. Once inside my block I made my ascent to the top floor. When I got there I saw Ramon sitting outside his front door, reading. He looked up at me with a stern cross look on his face. - Thanks to you my fiance has put taking his new medication on hold for the time being. He will be over to see you at yours at 9pm. And he has a message for you; You are to be douched, and ready to go out. Oh, and leave your door off the latch. My Edward is not keen on knocking and waiting. He closed his book, and went back inside. What on earth could what he have just said meant. And why exactly was he so cross with me. With everything that went on today it completely slipped my mind that I was meant to be having a video chat with my Lew at 11pm. Would that cross over with the time that I was supposedly going to be out with Edward? At 9pm on the dot he came in, and ordered me to my knees. And he just stood there, arms folded, in silence. But, unlike Ramon, his look wasn't cross and angry. He looked cocky and very pleased with himself. He pulled down his shorts, then his jockstrap, and there was the reason. A Dick leaking Gono pus! - See what you have caused you nasTy filthy fucking WHORE! I had decided to start my new meds today, but you have helped me decide to hold off from that avenue for a little while longer. It's time for some fun. Now have you douched? - Yes Sir.- Good boy. - I did get diagnosed with Gonorrhea in my ass and throat today at the clinic, and received a shot for it. I must have become infecTed Friday night. A depraved smirk came across his face. He took his semi hard Gono pus leaking Dick and shoved it in my mouth, holding firmly behind my head and pulling it in tightly so my nose was nestled into his pubes. I felt his Dick slowly grow as I was forced to smell his musky crotch, and could only imagine the pus leaking into and down my throat. Would the antibiotic shot I had earlier cover for this fresh batch of incoming pus? He pulled out and pulled his shorts up. He got me to sit on my couch, putting a tourniquet on my arm. Oh no, I knew what this meant. More meTh. Well, almost. Out from his pocket he pulled out what he was about to give to me ....

Chapter 20; *Solo* - Lovely meeting you Steven, but you have to go now. My boy and I have a busy day ahead, including getting ready for entertaining our guests Todd & Ayan for Sunday brunch tomorrow. Darling, make sure our new neighbour gets inside his new home safely. - Yes Daddy. ''Ayan'' I thought. How many Ayan's could there be. Not a common name. Could it be my boss? And Todd? Surely not my Gono stud from lastnight? Did everyone know everyone in this City? I guess I would find out in time. I hopped out of the sling, absolutely drenched inside and out with Edward's massive load of t☢️xic fuck-juice, and began to walk, but, I soon found myself waddling, what with the huge plug stuffing my cunT shut. Edward patted my left ass cheek; - Don't worry, you can return the plug when you are finished with it. He smiled and winked at me, as Ramon led the way out of their home, and to my front door. I unlocked, opened, and went inside only to be followed by my escort. He shut the door, (to make double sure no one would hear what he had to say, especially Edward), leaned into my ear, and whispered; - I heard what you said to my fiance about having been a Dom-Top until lastnight. And what you said having taken broTherhood shoTs from Uncle Chad and Uncle Todd. I will be waiting in the wings for when you convert to being HIV+, and you WILL, and when you do, you WILL execute what I am being refused with on multiple occasions from my Man and his friends ---> poz my NEG cunT. He promptly left, leaving me with his words of determination. Not only did he leave me with his words, he purposefully left my door off the latch and slightly ajar, incase he or Edward wished to pay me a visit. Taking his words with me I waddled to my bathroom, not totally sure why I was going there. I lay my hands on the wash basin, looked into the mirror, and staring back at me was a manic G&T high fucked up expression of a nasTy PiG in heat, with Edward's cum literally dangling from my cheeks and chin. My sight was drawn to the track marks on my arms which seem to instantaneously cause a flood of vivid detailed flashbacks from my very own private conversion broTherhood-tina-shoT fueled gang-bang lastnight / this morning! Coupled with Ramon's 'bug chasing' words ringing in my head I looked deep into my eyes, snarling at my own reflection, as my new, much larger, and very SORE nipples wept through the broken skin; The Dom-Top within had not been lost. If anything, he was in the process of being reborn, as an unmedicated poz Top spreading the gifT! But for now, I needed MORE t☢️xic cum, and I knew just where to get it from. I got several mirrors from around my home and strategically placed them in the living room, where I then lay out the vinyl play sheet. Time for some solo fun! I got on all fours, and went to unplug my cunT, when I heard footsteps come down my hallway, and into my living room walked Edward with a 2 litre bottle of cola; - I just brought you this, in case you don't have anything, as you need to keep your blood sugar up in your state. And look at you, still enjoying your broTherhood-shoTs I see. He went into my kitchen and poured me a large cola, putting the bottle in the fridge to keep it chilled, came back into my living room, cola onto the coffee table, back to my front door and closed it so now no one could enter, back to where I was, shorts and socks off so he was now naked except for his tight fitting tank top, then knelt by my side, and pulled out the large butt-plug that was stuffing my now very well used cunT. A HUGE amount of t☢️xic sperm just sprayed out amidst a massive sloppy wet rippling cum-fart. - Oh fuck YEAH. I want to see more of where that came from. C'mon PiG, push it out, go on, push it out. Push out that nasTy death-seed. I pushed and pushed, with many more sloppy wet rippling cum-farts, and a ridiculous amount of more toxic cum just flowing out. This was way beyond just dripping. But, the more I pushed, the more I was pushing out more than just toxic sperm, because here I was now once again blooming my freshly made rose. 🌹 This seemed to really exciTe my bull of a neighbour as he relentlessly encouraged me to push out toxic cum from my cunT and in the process bloom my rose as wide as it could possibly go. And that was one huge full bloom as a cum dripping prolapse now hung between my legs. Edward crouched low behind me, licking and chewing on my ridged, inflammed, inside out cum soaked cunT. It seemed like he was down there for an eternity as I fell back much deeper into my G&T haze, my head laying on the vinyl play sheet, with loud groans of an 'on heat PiG' enjoying being USED! He came around to my head, and got me so my face was level with his, then shoved his tongue (with a mouthful of HIV+ cum from multiple anonymous men) deep down my throat. The joys of being felched, then snowballed. This PiG was learning very quickly! He abruptly got dressed and ready to leave; - Listen, I have Sunday brunch to prep for tomorrow, and LOTS more to do, so, I am going to have to leave you to it. Don't forget your cola. Blood sugar remember. See you soon you sluT. I swiveled around so my face was where my prolapse had been blooming, and all that nasTy t☢️xic death-seed had been dripping and flowing, and there I was confronted with an immense puddle of it that I had just pushed out by my knees. I did what any PiG in his right mind would do, and scooped it up, scoop after scoop and rubbed it all over my face and torso. I spent the afternoon pushing out much more of this cum, most of which I just had no idea where it had come from, and continued to rub it all over me. When I wasn't doing that I was rolling around on the vinyl play sheet to just let my body get covered ALL over, as I intensely rubbed and fingered my inside out cunT for a good few hours. It had got to the evening, and I saw my phone, which had been switched off all this time. I switched it on only to be literally bombarded with dozens upon dozens of messages from my Lew. An increasingly frantic boyfriend on the other side of the pond. I wasn't in any state, nor frame of mind to be chatting, so I hit off a quick message saying I had been busy working from home with some work projects, and meeting new friends for drinks in town, and that we could speak tomorrow, then, hit my phone OFF! I had a tiny nibble to eat, I just could not face much, and eventually passed out. Although, it was a highly disturbed sleep where I must have woken at least 30 times during the night.

Chapter 2; After my morning lessons I had my usual strict homemade lunch to keep inline with optimal nutrition for optimal performance, both mental and physical, and done some revision. And then came my game of rugby. As always I was getting changed with my team mates in the changing room I was meant to be meeting with my 'Scruff' Dom, and on this occasion as I sat there in my kit my hairy ass-hole automatically twitched as I began to long for my post game meet. Mr Jackson bellowed; - C'mon, let's go. We played our game (my team lost), and afterwards I decided to walk the grounds for a while as the mixture of emotions I felt lastnight began to surge from the pit of my stomach. Okay, it was time. Would he actually turn up, whomever it was. I returned to the changing room, and Mr Jackson was there, taking a shower. He was facing away from me, and, there was no one stood where they said they would be, so, I sat down patiently on the changing benches. My showering P.E teacher turned around, only to display a very hairy chest lathered up in shower gel, and, above his low hanging balls was his Dick like I had never seen it before; FULLY ERECT! I was immediately lusting to have that beauty fucking my tight virgin ass. I looked upto his face, and he was looking directly at me, and gave an all knowing smile before he turned around again to continue his shower. Once washed he dried himself, still sporting this massive boner which I couldn't help but repeatedly look at. Once dried he put his towel around his neck, then stood in front of the shower area, with his back to it, and just stood there. OMG, it IS him! I looked up at him, to see an authoritative stud-smile looking back at me. My heart immediately started to pound away from my adrenaline rush as I stood up to undress. I hurriedly stripped my very hairy body naked, knelt before him, and clasped my hands as was clearly instructed to me lastnight. I had fantasized for years about kneeling before a Dom, giving over all control, and here I was. He took hold of his now fully erect Dick, took a step forward so he was now towering right over me, and began to masturbate over me. At first I could not help but notice those insane low hanging hairy balls of his swing back and forth as he tugged away. How I longed to take them into my mouth. I looked up at his face, to see him looking down at me with an intent fixed focus, and it was only a few minutes until that intent fixed focus changed into his face beginning to scrunch up in time with his breathing becoming heavier. Then, his mouth opened to let out a huge grunt with only seconds later my chest feeling something hot and wet landing on it. I instinctively looked downwards to see thick ropes of cum squirting out from his Dick splashing all over my chest. I had only had my own cum on me until this moment. It felt great. Even better that it was his. Once he was done and my chest had been coated generously with his thick, creamy, salty sperm he broke the verbal silence; - You are impressing me Thomas in your quest to be 'owned'. I am certainly taking careful consideration in taking full ownership of this fresh strapping young Man kneeling before me. If you wish to proceed for such full ownership to take place, then you will scoop up some of my cum from your chest, put it in your mouth, and swallow, all the while looking right into my eyes. Once you have swallowed, you will say; 'Thank you, Sir'. And that is just what I did! - Thank you, Sir. - Good boy. As I looked down at my chest to admire the rest of his generous coating of Dom-spunk, we heard the outer door to the changing room swing open. Someone was coming in. - Quick boy, jump into the shower. I jumped in, quickly turned the water on, and faced with my back to Sir and the incoming person. He took the towel from his neck and pretended he was drying himself. The inner door to the changing room swung open, and in walked another teacher. - Aaaaaahhhh, Mr Jackson, I thought I might find you here, I wanted to talk to you about .... This other teacher started to babble on about something I wasn't interested in thus did not pay any attention to. I was pretending to shower, well, I was semi taking a shower, but I was also discreetly scooping up more of Sir's salty cum from my chest, and eating it. It tasted so fucking GOOD!! I scooped up more and lathered it into my hair as though I was washing it. Well, I had to make my shower look authentic now 😉 The other teacher soon left, leaving myself and Mr Jackson alone again. He joined me in the shower, and there we were, facing each other, water cascading down our hairy bodies, mine covered in mud from the game earlier, and his recent explosion of Dom-cum. I took the last bit of his sperm that I could find, scooped it up, and reached behind me, fingering it into my hairy hole. - I see where you will be wanting some of my loads in the future. Very nice! For now boy, I want you again to kneel before me with your hands behind your back. - Yes Sir. I once again knelt before him, looked up, and saw his Dick starting to grow even though he had just shot his load all over me. I so needed him to be deep inside of me, fucking my brains out, and this time coating the insides of my ass, instead of my chest. Before his Dick had the chance to become fully erect he took hold of it, stood over me, and ordered me to open my mouth and to keep it open, then started pissing all over my chest. 'Oh YES', that felt so good. Compared to the cooler shower water it felt like a soothing hot bath. It felt that good I'd be more than happy to bathe in his warm salty piss. He leaned in closer and took his aim higher so that his Golden-juice was now shooting into the centre of my very open wide mouth which soon filled up. I didn't know what to do at this point, but instinctively swallowed, then opened wide for more. I could tell my drinking up was pleasing him immensely.

This story is inspired from when I was at school, and I used to discreetly perv on my P.E teacher taking a shower after games as my class and we would change back into our school uniforms ~ Enj0y. Chapter 1; I Thomas, grew up in a very strict, religious household with my Mother, Father, and my twin brother Peter in the City. We are a close family, and my twin brother and I were I say raised rather differently from others our age. Neither of us got our own laptops until we both turned 16 years of age, and we only got a mobile phone at age 11. However, we were not allowed Smart-Phones just yet, like everyone else in our class had. We were only allowed a basic handset which we would only use if we really needed to, and no one really had our numbers except for family members. My brother and I had always had our own separate bedrooms, yet spent much time with one another in each others rooms. We shared many similar interests, although he was more of the nerdy academic, whilst I was much more into my sports, particularly gymnastics, so over the years my body became naturally very much athletic with intense training from a young age. When we reached that 16 years of age milestone we got our laptops, which were meant to help towards studies for when we started our A-levels at secondary school after completing the initial mandatory five years there. Unfortunately, of that year our Grandmother became sick, and it was I who out of my brother and all my cousins who happened to have that much closer bond with her, and it was finally agreed I would defer a year from commencing A-levels to look after her at our home, and try and nurse her back to health. Sadly that never materialized, and after 11 months of looking after her, she passed away. During those 11 months I spent most of the little spare time I had exploring what was deep within me via the internet on my new gadget. By now I knew I was Gay, but had not done anything about it, nor told anyone (except for my twin brother). Not only did I know my sexuality, I knew it was in my DNA to submit to an Alpha-Male. I felt more than just a run of the mill 'Bottom'. I had a burning desire to submit body, AND my mind! I developed a fascination for cigar smoking Leather-Doms. Something about them made my untouched hairy ass-hole twitch. And I also knew that I whenever I were to be fucked it have to be RAW; Condom-Porn just seemed to alien, It did not look or feel right. Seeing Dick slide inside another Man's ass BARE spoke volumes to me. The following year I finally got to commence my A-levels prior to going to university. My brother was now on his second year with his A-levels. As we were born the middle of February, by the time I finally began I was 17 years and 7 months of age. I had opted to study; Physical Education (P.E), Art, Drama, Geography, History and Biology. My P.E teacher for the next two years happened to be no less than the infamous Mr Jackson. He only worked at the school a few days a week, and generally only taught the A-level students, although, he would occasionally teach the younger lot if a teacher happened to be off sick. During the years I would sometimes catch him after games taking a shower, as we all got changed, and I would from the corner of my eye discreetly perv over him; He had a solid rugby build, was super hairy, and sported a classic 70s mustache. Yet, what really captivated me were his super low hanging balls. They really did fascinate me in a way I could not quite yet fully comprehend. He lived a 45 minute drive out of the City in a village, where he had his main business, being a private gymnastics coach. Next to his house he had a gymnastics studio, and adjoining that was a building behind with an indoor swimming pool with lounge and shower areas. The lounge section had a seating area with a leather couch, a few leather armchairs and a few coffee tables, plus a pool table. Opposite to the lounge area was a small breakfast bar, and in the other corner was the shower area. It would be 5 months into my A-levels when I turned 18 that I would first encounter with a male, although, I would still remain untouched sexually. My brother and I got those all illusive Smart-Phones on our 18th Birthdays that our class friends had for absolutely years already. Our parents had also promised us both something else for our birthday presents, tailored to our individual characters, which we would get later on in the week. Back in my room I downloaded the app 'Scruff', making a small profile. But, I was too scared to put a profile pic. I was not out yet. I did however allude to the fact that I was submissive, and looking to be 'OWNED'. A few days later at school, during break time I was checking 'Scruff' when a few messages came through from a few faceless profiles. The one that grabbed my attention, even though without a pic, came from someone who was very much assertive; - You will send me a recent face pic of yourself for my consideration in taking complete ownership of you, boy. - Yes Sir. Calling me 'boy' immediately tapped into my inner sub who was super eager to get out and explore, and be explored ...*IMAGE sent* - Well well well Thomas, aren't you full of surprises. - Oh my god. Who is this? - Never mind who I am. I need to know for certain if you are appropriate for my requirements. Tomorrow after your game of Rugby, you will go to the changing rooms, and whoever happens to be standing with their backs to the showers, you will without saying a word stand in front of them, strip naked, and kneel before them, placing your hands behind your back, keeping them there. If there is no one standing their when you arrive, you will sit and wait on the changing benches. - Yes Sir - Good boy. You are off to a very good start addressing me as Sir. A true sub will always know how to communicate appropriately with his 'OWNER'. And so you know from the outset, you are not permitted to touch your Dick. - Thank you Sir. And yes, I understand. Fuck, just writing 'OWNER' in capital letters like that made me physically tremble. But, how did he know I played Rugby!? After dinner at home and spending sometime with my parents, and brother Peter, I went to my room, and re read my brief chat with this mystery man. Should I go ahead with his instructions? I began to feel nervous; - Good evening Sir. - Evening, Thomas. - I am not sure about tomorrow. I feel very nervous. - Channel your fear into a determined energy. Are you determined to be 'OWNED'? - YES Sir. Yes, yes I am. How will you know what time my game finishes? - Don't worry, I have all that information to hand. I went to bed that evening and couldn't sleep for hours, laying there, my mind racing, tossing and turning, wondering who it was I would be potentially meeting tomorrow, with all kinds of thoughts and emotions running through me, ranging from fear all the way through to excitement. I ended up needing to have a wank to release the tension, so I could then get to sleep. The next day as usual my brother drove us to school as he had passed his driving test a few months ago. All I had today was Geography & History all morning, then P.E later in the afternoon.

This was my last load just yesterday... Over the last two years I have been hooking up with more and more men as my wife lets play more often. Everytime I hooked up with them it was always with condoms. But in the last couple of months I have strayed and 2 times have gone bareback. Both times I felt bare cocks in me I could feel the difference of not having rubber between us. I truly thought with such sheer condoms they make nowadays that I would not be able to feel the difference but I now realize how much difference there really is. My trouble I felt such worry and guilt about not using protection and the risk of contracting HIV that I think I did not enjoy myself as much as I could have and certainly felt a lot of guilt afterwards. So I vowed to myself that I would pursue going condom free And guilt free by going on PREP. Now I am 8 days on my PREP meds and yesterday was the first time I was free from using condoms. I contacted my FWB and told him I had gone on PREP and that I wanted him to be my first post PREP fuck. He heartily agreed and we planned to meet last night. So last night I got ready by taking a nice long shower and using an enema wand to clean myself out. I then lathered up a nice 8 inch cock and fucked myself in the shower to loosen myself up a bit. I did not let myself cum but I certainly edged myself riding that cock and almost brought myself to a nice prostate orgasm. Luckily my FWB just lives around the corner from my place so I knew I would be nice and loose arriving at his place. I then stuck a stainless steel jeweled anal plug in and got dressed. Just for him, I put on a nice pair of fuck me red panties to match the jewel of the plug. When I got to his place, I barely let him open the door before I pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. Luckily for me, he was only dressed in some pajama bottoms and his beautiful chest was exposed. I ran my hands over his chest and slowly to his semi hard cock. I could feel the anal plug as I grinded my hips into his released the kiss. He shut the door and without words we walked up the stairs. Wanting to hide the fact that I had the anal plug in, I went up to his room first, I turned and waited for him to enter and pushed him down onto his bed. As his legs came off the floor, I quickly pulled on his bottoms and pulled his bottoms off. I slipped off my outer clothes and kneeled before his knees while still wearing my panties. I smiled and then slowly reached for his now growing cock and gently caressed it and his balls. I worked his cock with my hand for just a few seconds watching it grow. I lowered my lips on his now hard cock and started with a slow bj. I could feel his cock twitching as it continued to grow abit more and my lips and tongue danced over his cock. I could taste the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. After a couple of minutes of sucking n his wonderful 8 inches, I knew it was time to start teasing him with my whole body. I stood up over him and straddled his hips. Our lips met again and as we kissed, I began grinding more through the fabric against his cock. His hands wrapped around my ass and began slowly rubbing my buttocks with his fingers not quite being able to touch my hole. Finally after rubbing his cock all on the front side of my panties, I raise up abit and pull his cock to my plugged pussy. Rubbing his head against the jewel, I see the look on his face of surprise and then a smile. He taps his cock against the jewel and I feel the vibration reverb inside me and I tremble as it hits my prostrate. After a few moments of him tapping the jewel, it reaches around and slides my underwear down below the plug and pulls it slowly out. I almost fall on top of him as the waves of pleasure hit me again. Once he sets the plug aside I can feel him pull my panties aside and the wet pre-cum of his cock against my hole. I feel his cock slowly slide into me and I start riding his cock for all it is worth knowing that finally I am going to feel his load since getting on prep. The waves if pleasure build as I utter to him to breed me. After all the holdup to this moment, he is unable to stop from cumming. I fee his cock twitch and swell, (something i seemed to miss with condoms.) just about to orgasm myself, I feel him explode and splatter my insides with his sperm. Wave after wave of cum spurts into me as I finally orgasm. I collapse unto him unable ot move as I feel the last of his twitching inside me. I lay there as he slowly slips out and I fill the cold of the air replace his hot cock inside me. I realized at that moment, I had never touched my cock and that the orgasm I experienced was totally hands free. His chest was covered in my cum and i reached down sweeped some onto my finger and then sucked it. With none of the worry and guilt I had before not using condoms, I knew that as long as I could afford PREP I would never touch a condom again.

For some reason since I started barebacking I've been incredibly turned on by anonymous scenes where I wait door unlocked on al l4 ready for it. Recently found a black guy who wants the same, we hooked up today. He wanted me ass up lubed, douched, in jockstrap, wanted me blindfolded, and told me to not say a word and take it. Just my kind of scene. He came in early morning today, completely silent, me being nervous at having no idea who this guy is in this vulnerable position. He took the lube and fingered me for a few seconds, then wasted no time and started jamming his cock in. I haven't seen his cock but it must have been very thick because it really hurt, and he pulled out to put more lube before jamming it in balls deep. Ouchie, I was in pain but took it like a good boy. He was pretty rough and pounded me balls deep and grabbed my hair while doing it. After a few mins he started breathing fast and I could feel his cock pulse and breed me. When he pulled out I could feel some stickiness drip down my balls. He slapped his cock against my hole, presumably to wipe off all the cum, got dressed and left. Not a single word spoken in the whole encounter and here I was with my ass dripping with a complete stranger's cum. He just messaged me 10 mins after leaving telling me he liked how tight I was and that he was glad it hurt and happy that i wasn't a big baby about it, and told me to be ready again thursday at the same time and that he will be waiting in front of my building and I better be ready for him as he wants to make me his regular anon cumdump, without leaving me a choice. I feel so used and dehumanized and reduced to just a cum hole but loving it!

You ARE pretty nasty, got any plans later?

Thank you @RawUK for taking the time to thank me for the 4 most recent chapters. Positive feedback via comments like yours, and the 'up-vote/like' facility certainly does spur me on to write more knowing that my audience are enjoying what I am putting out. GREAT to hear you have been 'rock hard' throughout since the beginning! 🐷 I'd say I reckon there are about at least another 10 chapters to come with notes made / ideas swirling around in my head ... 👅

Jesse was a 50 something black man who lived across the street wtih his nearly 90 yo parents.. Always a nice guy and I had had fantasies about him too.And now, here he was at the xxx theater too. I was hoping he would take out his cock, but I really wasnt expecting what would happen next. Dad stood up, and at first I thought he was going to let Jesse come sit next to me but that wasn't his plan. Dad still had his pants all the way down by his ankles. Jesse got up, and eased on over to Dad's seat. Before siting he pulled down his pants to his ankles and sat down. My eyes fixed on his thick 9 inch black cock and my dad slowly sat down on it. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.. I had had all sorts of fantasies but never really gave much thought to ass fucking. And here it was , even better than the porno playing on the screen in front of me. Dad rode his black cock for a while, not even looking over at me. I sat there with my cock out, but then pulled down my pants so they were totally down to my ankles as well. Jesse saw this and told Dad looks like your boy is ready for more. My cock was once again rock hard, and I figured I'd just stroke it and watch Dad getting fucked but Dad had different ideas. He got off Jesse and eased over and sat down on my cock. The feeling was incredible. The hot tight hole grasped my cock and I could hardly move, hardly breathe as Dad rode it, going up and down on it. Again, didn't take me long til I felt my nutt building up and I wasnt sure what to do.. Do I warn Dad? Or do I say nothing.. I decided to say, and probably too late, that I was about to cum, but Dad made no effort to escape.. He just kept pushing his tite hole up and down on my cock, and finaly with one push down , I erupted inside him. my body shook, and then i just sat there as Dad got off of me. He stood up, moved over towards Jesse and leaned over the seat Jesse got down lower and put his tongue up my dad's ass. Eating the cum out of his ass. Then stood up and planted his hard black meat deep in dads ass. he fucked him harder than before, now standing behind him and fucking his ass.. Other guys gathered around and watched .One guy came down the aisle in front of dad and put his cock in my dads mouth as Jesse pounded away.. Jesse started talking dirty to dad telling him he was about ready to breed him, to fill his married ass with his cum and then he did. He pushed into him so deeply I thought he mite push it all the way thru dad.. Then he sat back in the chair next to me.. Dad slid over one seat more and sat on the other side of Jesse. Jesse looked over at me and said I know you want a taste - and I leaned over and sucked his cock clean, licking up the black cock that had just fucked my dad. As I did, I heard Jesse say to me,, "Can't wait til I get a taster of your ass"

I have horrible fetishes. Most everything that I should run from turns me on. Danger, rape, STDs, everything I should find scary I instead want to chase. I know those things could permanently fuck up my life, but that's what I find most appealing. I'm halfway through college now, but extremely frustrated by my sex life. While my young, skinny body attracts guys, they're just too vanilla for me. I have been good about keeping my fetishes in check though; I haven't gone on craigslist or to bars looking for a hazardous encounter. I've instead been fulfilling my needs with porn that features those things. This way, I don't risk screwing up my life or the family I hope to make one day. It's been a while though, and porn isn't doing it for me anymore. That's where I got an awful, but also fantastic idea; I was going to live vicariously through other girls. Something I should mention; I am a film major. I'm not going to be an actress, I'm planning on being behind the camera somewhere. Because of my studies, I have a decent idea how the casting process goes and I have some connections to most industries. Using one of my connections, I put an anonymous call out for porn actresses. I made sure to do it in a city several hours away, so what would happen next couldn't be traced back to me. I created a fake company with a legitimate-looking name and logo. The ad offered a lot of money and reiterated several times how every male actor was 'tested' and condoms would be used; this was in hopes of attracting the least experienced. For that purpose, casting was 'open', meaning anyone could audition, regardless of experience. That was key when casting day came. If they had been in many porno's, they were more likely to have STD's or other things that wouldn't make it exciting. If they hadn't been in any porno movies? Good. If they hadn't been in any and they weren't very promiscuous? Great. If they were a virgin? That was the golden fruit. A girl who gets an STD/knocked-up the first time they fuck? That's probably the hottest thing I've ever heard. As the day drew on, I told all the girls roughly the same thing; 'This is a tough business, if you're right for the part we'll call you.' I didn't want to make anyone think they were a shoe-in, as I didn't want to make it seem like we were desperate for girls. The actual selection was extremely simple though; Half the girls who auditioned had been in porn before; I immediately cut them. I didn't want to risk them realizing how weird this porn shoot was and telling the other girls to back out. After them, I still had 22 girls left. Most of them were drop-dead gorgeous, but a couple were also on the opposite end of the spectrum (i.e. ugly). I hired them all anyway. Honestly, watching ugly girls get fucked is kind of more attractive. Like, if an attractive girl gets an STD, they can maybe still find someone who is lonely and will risk it for them. If an ugly girl gets an STD though? They're fucked. It was hard to get laid before, it'll be impossible now. I called all the girls personally to tell them my company wanted to hire them. I reiterated the pay and said they'd get it right after the shoot. Next was the fun part. I went to the worst parts of downtown. I found a spot within a couple blocks of two different homeless shelters; this would be a perfect spot to recruit. I walked into an alleyway with couple dozen homeless guys. They seemed bewildered by my willingness to approach them. They all had torn up clothes that were so dirty, they'd probably been wearing them for at least months, maybe years. I walked up to one of them and kind of just dove straight into my purpose: "Do you all want to be in a porn I'm making? The women you'll fuck will be beautiful." The guy looked at me with a bewildered expression. He said "Listen, even if you're being serious, Ima be real with you; we're all in this alley together because we were waiting for our free prescription. We heard this clinic is trialing a new drug that can treat our AIDS. Since we ain't ever been on meds before, I doubt ya want us in your movie." This was even better than I had imagined. Thinking on my feet I replied "Uhh, actually, that's exactly why I came to you guys. I knew you all had AIDS. See this porn only has actresses that had to leave the industry because they got HIV; now they can only work in porn's where the actors also have HIV." The homeless guys collectively got real excited when they heard that. Most of them were walking over with large grins on their faces. It was clear they were in. I gave them the address of the house and told them what day and time to show up. I also mentioned, it was a semi-rape scene. The setting was a group of sorority girls who get their house overrun by hobos. A lot of the actresses liked to commit to the part, but they should remember they don't need to stop unless one of them says the safety word; 'Blueberries', even if they're pretending to fight quite a bit. Also, I told them about the other signal; most of these guys hadn't trimmed their nails in a while, and some of the girls liked to be cut a bit. If a girl said 'pumpernickle', that was her signal for you to hold her down and finger her aggressively to cut up her pussy a bit. If she complained about a condom, that was the signal to hit her. When the day finally came, I was exuberant. I had set up hidden cameras all over the house to record everything. I live-streamed the cameras to my computer back at the dorm so when it was over I could make a quick get away. The girls came over first, about an hour before the guys. I spent that time explaining how it would work; "The scene is about some 'homeless people' who will break in and pretend to sexually assault you, the girls in the sorority. Whoever watches this porn would have to use their imagination a bit, as obviously they will also put on condoms before penetrating you, and obviously real homeless people wouldn't do that. To make up for that, the guys have seriously gotten into character for this one. Just so you know, a lot of them may stink, or look nasty, but that's just prosthetics and things for realism; we are a serious company and all. I should also tell you, all these guys have had a vasectomy too. While it won't matter because they'll have condoms, I know many of you aren't on birth control, so I thought it'd help your nerves. "Also, if at any time you want to stop, that is totally fine. The guys all know the safety word is 'pumpernickle', if you say it, they will stop, no matter what. We can just cut that few seconds from the record and no harm done, okay?" The girls all nodded in agreement. They all seemed a little more at ease after hearing about all the safety precautions. As we waited for the boys, I was still debating my outfit. I wanted to wear a short skirt so I could have easy access to masturbate if I needed, but I was also afraid one of the homeless guys would mistake me for one of the sorority girls. That was an extremely hot thought though. I decided to keep the skirt, but I would carry an extra camera around so they'd know I wasn't an actress. The girls kept peaking outside to see when the men would arrive. That might damage the suspense though, so I got them away from the windows. I also locked all the side doors and threw away the key, just to get rid of any ideas they might have. I took one of the four girls who were total virgins and placed her right by the front door. Her name was Abigail, and I liked her the most. She was blonde, skinny, with large yet firm breasts. Unlike the other virgins, she was 100% chaste. She hadn't even held a guys hand before. She said she was mostly doing this as a way to get out of her chaste life, as she's always been to scared to touch a guy before. I needed to see her go first. Minutes later, the front door burst open. A gruff, hairy man stumbled through. He must've had at least a 5 inch beard. It was probably longer, but it was all matted up from having not been washed in so long. Another 50 homeless guys followed him in; I guess word must've gotten around about this little shoot. Half of them were already half naked too, they must've been preparing early. Now that I see their bodies, I'm surprised I hadn't noticed the AIDS before; they looked absolutely ravaged and skinny. The gruff guy went straight for Abigail. you could tell she was immediately having second thoughts. He grabbed her and started kissing her before pulling her onto the ground. Several other hobos rushed over too. Abigail instinctively tried to stop them from tearing off her clothes, but to them it was just part of the scene. Within seconds her shirt had been literally ripped off. The gruff guy had already lifted her skirt and tore off her panties too. She tried to keep her legs closed but he pried them open anyway. He thrust inside her and wasted no time, immediately going full speed. With several guys on either side groping every part of her and the gruff guy humping her without a condom, Abigail finally remembered what to do; she shouted 'pumpernickle!'. Big mistake. The gruff guy stopped humping and pulled out. Abigail looked relieved for maybe a half second, but then the gruff guy inserted two fingers in and started sadistically fingering her. He was clearly not trying to go smoothly either, he was jamming his nails right into the side of her pussy. She screamed and kept shouting "Pumpernickle! Pumpernickle! Pumpernickle!" but he just took it as a sign to keep going. It got so bad you could see the blood from across the room where I was filming. Eventually she gave up with the 'safety word' and let it continue. The gruff guy, now no longer being told to claw out her insides, rammed his penis back in. Abigail did not seem to like that. It wasn't great before, but now, with her hole so cut up, she jolted upward. She seemed to try to get away, but the other hobos held her down. Her struggles just pushed the gruff guy further. After a few minutes his breathing changed. his humps lost their rhythm as he could feel it coming. Abigails face grew red and her body twisted as he grew inside her. Finally, he exploded, launching jets of poisonous cum into her. Right after he finished a different homeless pushed the gruff guy off. Abigail looked lost as he inserted his prick. She barely made a noise at first. Then the guy said 'I was looking for someone to fuck, but it's hard cause they usually care about my AIDS.' This trigger Abigail. She said 'what!?!' and started struggling to get away again, but other two guys still had her arms pinned. The guy on top leaned forward and started manhandling her massive breasts. She said 'wait no, I don't want AIDS! I can't get pregnant!' but the guy didn't care. He put one hand on her neck, holding her face looking directly at him. His pace quickened further. I could see Abigail's eyes light up as her expanded inside her. She started howling in pain, and that drove the guy over the edge as he erupted, spewing volley after volley of his hazardous cum into her. Several other guys took their turns directly afterwards, each one cumming inside her dilapidated pussy. I didn't stay to watch. I was getting hornier by the second. I left to see how the other girls were faring.

I met this really hot black top through a friend before. I went to meet my friend at his loft and when I got there the party was wrapping up so I left with my friend shortly. But the impression of black boy's cock on my mind lasted a long time. Out of blue, I get a call from an unidentified number. Normally I wouldn't have picked it up but for some reason, I picked it up. To my surprise it was this black man. He introduced himself as Malik. He told me that he thought I was cute when he saw me last time and wanted to know if I would be interested in playing with him. I nearly jumped with glee. When I got to his loft, he told me to come in and get undressed. Then he gave me the hit from the pipe as he led me into his bedroom. In his bedroom, he had couple of his friends hanging out all naked. They were all very well hung although semi-hard. One white man and two black men. As we got on the bed and started to touch each others' body, I stated to feel aroused and from the feel of their hard cock pressing onto my body, I could tell they were getting hotter too. Then Malik asked me if I ever got slammed before and I told him no. He started to whisper into my ears how he would take a good care of you if I took a slam that night. He kept on sweet talking into my ears until I told him I would do the slam with him. His white friend said he's a nurse so I don't have to worry about the needle injection. Malik started to kiss me and make out with me while holding my arm down and put so his friend could tie a rubber band around and inject me with the slam. He continue to talk and kiss me with our bodies totally rubbing agaiinst each others. Few minutes after the slam, I started to feel so hot under his body. Everytime Malik touched me or talked to me, I got so turned on that I started to moan. Malik lifted my butt off and gradually guided me down on to his cock til his balls were touching my ass. I was in heaven and kept on moaning with pleasure. His friends came over and started to face fuck my throat and I was loving it. The harder they pounded into my face, the better I was feeling. They fucked my face so hard that my nose started to bleed. They stopped and asked me if I was okay and I said I am loving everything so please don't stop. These two kept on slapping their cocks on me and face fucking me while Malik's cock was deeply rooted in me. After half an hour or so, Malik just held me down and turned me around to be on my knees and started to piss inside me. It was feeling really really hot all the way in my stomach but it was getting me really really high as well. After he pissed for what seemed like hours, he kissed me all over and told me I was so good to him and he loved me etc. I was in heaven. Then he started to fuck me faster and faster til he was going in and out of me so hard and so deep that I couldn't even breath. His buddies were looking him fucking me like an animal and helped Malik to move me around and hold my body in position to be fucked deep and hard by Malik. Malik's piss was flowing out of my ass as he fucking half-raped my ass. Then he went balls deep into my hole again and lifted me up with his fiend's help. Carried me down to the basement where he had set up a whole dungeon. There was a slim white twink boy in the middle of the room with a blind fold and when he heard our steps, he started to beg for their cocks. Malik and his friends put me on the sling. I was rolling high and I looked up to the ceiling mirror as my body was bound and suspended in the air waiting for more cocks. Malik fucked me first on the sling. It was so hot that my body was moving at its own pace as Malik fucked into me. Malik's big huge hard cock felt so good in my ass. And when I looked up I could see his black cock stretching my lighter skin as his cock pulled in and out of me. His friends must have been taking care of the other twinky boy cuz I heard alot of moan and dirty talk and slapping noise. But all these didn't matter as all I was thinking about the cock that's fucking me so hard and deep that it was about to rip me in half. Malik startted to talk dirty to me and slapped me around and for some reason, I was getting hard whenever he gave me pain. I was turning into a true slut that truly loved being used and abused. When Malik pulled his cock out of me, I felt so empty so I begged him to fuck me more. Then I was asnwered by other men who just folllowed Malik's example and used my hole for cock fucking while he gave a bit of abuse. I felt the pain all over and didn't think I could take it any more.... then Malik came by my side and whispered before he started to kiss me again. I felt so good again. His friends didn't slow down their fucking or punishment. Even Malik layed few slapps on my body. But when Malik was around, my body loved even the pain he caused me. Throughout the night, this white twink bottom and me got fucked by almost 15 men. Their cum, piss and sweat coated our bodies from head to toe.. and deep inside. When we were done and washed up and got dressed in our jocks, collar and boots, I found out it was more than 24 hrs. later from my first slam. I have been fucked and hurt by men for more than 24 hrs. It made me feel like such a whore. Then when Malik came next to me and told me to come with him, I forgot all about the guilt. In the bathroom, Malik made me drink his piss and started to fuck me all over the place, on the sink, over the tub, and onto the tiled floor, etc. When we came out of the bathroom, the white boy was getting fucked by two men in front of a big screen TV that was playing the tape of me taking some serious cocks and pains from the tops while Malik stayed around me and helped them. Malik looked at me and told me that this was going to be the hottest porn he will ever have. I was flattered by it. Then few seconds later, I thought about Malik's cock and started to get horny again. My mouth statted to water and my ass started to twitch. I whispered to Malik that I need him again. He laughed and came over to me with his hard on. Malik then started the second half of my slamming fuck until the next morning. By the time I left Malik's apt, my body was sore but my ass still wanted more .

Pig Week is 10 days of multihour sex parties at various venues like LeatherWerks and Inn Leather (on top of the sex club and baths). Last year I was used by over 200 guys in that time. I am working the event this year as well as providing my fat cock and canyon hole for open use. This is the place to get your pig on and see how much sex your body can endure.

Once, I was in a bathhouse in Chicago. There was a clear plexiglass wall with a gloryhole in it. The plexiglass wall was gray with dried cocksnot down to the cold concrete floor. A really good looking guy was on the other side. I blew him. Then... a really, really fat took his place. Rolls of blubber pressed up against the glass wall. Little cock sticking thru. He was SO horny cause no one else there would blow him. But I did. In front of everybody. He exploded with cum. It ran down the clear glass wall, thru the crusty gray dried loads of SO many other men to the crusty, crunchy dried cum on the concrete floor. I licked it all up, in front of everybody -- pretty young muscle dudes who were sneering and laughing and commenting.

I look for cum gobs on video screens and floors in dirty bookstore booths and lick it up. Yeah, makes me feel pretty nasty...

It's worth mentioning that DrScorpio & I were dealing with frequent spam reports prior to this change, but it's been quite a few days now with zero reports (knock wood). One Russian spammer did try to post to this thread, but that's a completely different problem. But since links are no longer allowed, he accomplished nothing. Hopefully how things are set up now doesn't feel like punishment for new, legit users (at least not for too long a period).

Not sure if skullfucking a guy to lube your cock or eating his hole to lube it up before you fuck him counts as foreplay but definitely enjoy spit and shove.

You did it right. You took it like he wanted and you were rewarded with his sperm. Tou know it wasn't important to see him. You were there for one thing and you gave him the relief he needed. You know he appreciated it. You should take more of his sperm.

Last night. my last (and best) night of my week long vacation at a gay resort in Palm Springs. Saw a guy watching me as i went into my room, so i made eye contact and left my door ajar. He was a little ways off, so by the time He looked into my room, i was naked, face down and ass up on my bed with a jar of Elbow Grease beside me. He came in and felt up my ass and fingered it and let out a sigh, and heard Him undressing. He mounted and slid in pretty quickly and was a wonderful fucker. He fucked maybe 10 minutes before cumming, and i was pretty verbal and grateful throughout the fuck, even more so because He seemed so pleased and happy to be there. When He left, i heard Him talking to a couple of guys walking by, and a few seconds later, they were in my room. One of them fingered my hole, feeling he last Tops load and checking out my hole. He made sounds and remarks that indicated He liked the look of it. His partner got on the bed next to me and offered His cock for me to suck, and that took no coaxing. i went for it hungrily as His partner mounted and pushed His cock into me. Fuck, He was huge and i let out a yelp and sucked harder and His partner came instantly in my mouth. i recovered, and bore down and pushed into the Awesome Top inside of me, and He said: "Good boy" which is a major trigger for me, like i've been previously hypnotized or something and that turns me instantly sub. i squeezed His cock with my pussy and He laughed and exclaimed "Good boy!!" again, and He owned me. He was big and long and immediately went for my second hole and opened and was fucking it. I was going a lot of moaning and mattress biting and after a good while, He asked: "how long can you go?" i was actually a little confused by the question (fuck fog?) and didn't answer, i just squeezed His cock with my pussy and He seemed to understand and kept fucking. He went quite awhile longer and when He came, He rammed deep into my second hole (which He had masterfully opened by then) and shot while making the most beautiful groans of pleasure. i rarely feel a Tops semen when He shoots, but i felt His. He withdrew after a pretty prolonged orgasm and gave my ass a few sweet slaps and said to HIs partner: "now we can have dinner." I lay there pretty wasted for a good while, even think i fell asleep. Made the whole trip worth it.

06:50 this morning. Tues 12 NOV. Alexandria, VA. Contact made via Adam4Adam. Basically a blank profile and asked to make an anon deposit. He didn't send pics. Door open blindfold on. On all fours at the end of the bed so he could stand. His request. He walked in and heard him take his shoes and then his pants off. Had to be fairly hard when he walked in because it doesn't take him long to bone up. Heard him put spit on his shaft and he pushed inside. Reached under between my legs and feet the hair on his thighs and on his testicles. Had to be a white guy given the texture of the hair. Average erection. Probably just about 6 inches. Leaned over me to feel my chest while he pumped. Probably three minutes. Asked me if I wanted the load. Told him yes and asked to push in deep when he was ready to flood. He put one leg up on the bed and leaned in. Grabbed my hips so I couldn't pull away and pulled my hips back while he pumped. Probably half a minute later he started to moan and I felt the warm semen come out of his piss hole. He stayed inside till he was soft and I squeezed hard to milk the rest of the load as he pulled out. He put his pants on and left. His semen is still in my rectum. It is now almost 10:30. BBcumdumpVA@outlook.com

So one day I was at the bar. I was with a friend and drinking, the bar just starting t get busy. Then this guy sitting across from us caught my eye, mainly cause he was drinking his beer and watching us. He was drinking slowly and staring at us. I leaned over to my friend and asked if he knew him? Why should I? Besides, he is not staring at me, and it’s you he has been watching. Now on that note, I’m going to get me some of him; as he points to someone, I have no clue. Soon he is gone, and it’s just me drinking my beer. So this guy comes over to my side of the bar, gets the bartenders attention and orders us a round of beer. So he asks point-blank, if we know each other, cause he says you look familiar to me? I’m like no, I don’t think I know you, but I’ve got one of the faces, I’ve been told. So he and I are talking and drinking beer. Then he slams his beer down, and looks to and says, “you got a tattoo on your ass check, some lips or something? Right” I’m like yeah, how did you know? “Oh, I’ve fucked your ass a few times at the adult bookstore over in Spenard a few times. Don’t worry if you don’t recall; you have yourself a hot & tight hole.” All I could do was thank him and take a drink of my beer. So he tells me to finish the beer and follow him outside. So, of course, I downed my beer and for good measure down his, which was barely touched. I’m feeling a buzz both from the beer and the excitement. I see him by his truck; I walk over and get in. As soon as I’m in, his hand comes down from the back of my seat to connect to my head to push it down towards his cock that’s already out waiting to be sucked. Then I’m sucking his cock while he was driving. He was driving, god only knows, hell we could be heading to Timbuktu, I didn't care, I’m sucking away on his cock. Then we stop, and he tells me to get out. A quick look around, it appears to be a construction site. Then he goes to the truck bed, drops the tailgate, sits down and points to his cock, and says, “get back to it, bitch.” Which of course, I’m only too happy to do again. So this goes on for about ten mins or so. He pushes me off his cock, gets off the tailgate, grabs me and shoves me forward onto the tailgate, tears my pants down, and exposes my ass. Then he spits at my hole and starts to finger my hole. He says, “damn bitch, so hot & tight!” Then the next thing I know, this guy is shoving his dick right on up in me. I cry out, and he laughs, “that’s it, bitch, take daddy’s cock!” Once he gets in, and my hole gets used to it, he starts fucking me hard and rough. He grabs my hips for extra hold and begins to pound my hole. He keeps going at this pace for about ten minutes, and then he cries out as he cums balls deep up my ass. He pulls out of my hole, I lean over and clean him up, and take any last bit of his cum as possible. He zips up and tells me I still have it — what a fucking hot hole. We go back to the bar, he buys me another round of beers and tells me until next time, then he leaves. I ended up going to the bathroom and looking in the mirror, just as I thought…he had gripped me so tightly he left bruises on my hip from gripping so tightly.

I rough fucked a twink at the bookstore last night, right before closing. I was horny, and his ass was my only option. He asked me to just finger his hole as I jerked off, but a few minutes into it I grabbed his hips and mounted him. He was tight as fuck and let out a moan, but didn't say anything as I pounded him. I told him to enjoy my dirty cock in his pussy, and as I came I told him to soak up my poz load. He shot his load as my cock finished twitching, but then quickly slid off my cock, pulled up his pants, and literally ran for the door. I had an old lurker lick my cock clean, then I left, feeling very satisfied.

I don't like the bottom to cum when I fuck them but it's an unfortunate event. As soon as the bottom comes they come to their senses and revert back to being a boring condom Queen. The reason they cum is because they are overwhelmed by being in the presence of a real man. The thickness and position of my thrusts against their prostate and my confidence naturally brings out their need to submit and please. I NEVER allow them to wank when I breed them and chems help keep them horny and soft so that they know their role with me. The only time I allow boys to cum is after I know they are carrying my strain and they are like me a dirty fucking poz pig.

CTI THE FIRST TREATMENT We left the room with me hiding my naked, hard cock and in between the two muscle men. The each grabbed my upper arms, pulling my hand away from my crotch allowing my cock to voice free. As we moved down the hall, I could hear moans and grunts coming from behind the shut doors and at one door I heard “Oh fuck yeah, infect me! Give it to me” We arrived at an open door and went into the room. On one wall was a huge tv and in the center was a line wooden chair. Some sort of machine was under it, but I didn’t know what it was. I was moved to the front of the chair and I saw that in the seat was a hole about six inches in diameter. The muscle men turned me and pushed me down in the chair. One secured my ankles to the leg of the chair behind them, the other secured my wrists to the arms of the chair. Then one got down behind the chair and did something unknown to me as the other man reach down between my hips and the chair and pulls my ass checks apart. I felt something cold touched my hole The last thing they did was put when looked like an oxygen tube, like the ones from a hospital under my nose. As they left one said: “Breath deep through your nose abs enjoy the show” The tv came on and a blue screen was illuminating the dark room. A voice from nowhere echoed the room: “When you see the word ‘Hit’ breath deeply through your nose. When you see the word ‘hold’ then hold your breath. When you see the word ‘release’ you exhale” “Are you ready to begin” “Yes” I replied The screen lit up with an image of a naked man with a huge hard cock, then switched to the words “you crave cock” As the screen switched to another imagine I felt something pushing to get up my hole. As the images of nude men continued to change on the screen, the object pushed into my hole, sliding in deep. The word HIT popped on the screen so I breathed deeply through my nose, then the picture of a hard cock flash then back to hit - I did a hit again as the rush of poppers flowed through my body. Then a cock again then Hit. I followed the directions. The the word Hold flashed and I held my breath until the word release flashed The images changed to short videos of men sucking cock, licking nuts sacs and then sucking again. The object in my hole was sliding in and out of my hole at a steady pace, bring me pleasure. My cock was hard and leaking. The would Hit last again and I followed the instructions, hit again and again until I had hit five times then held for about fifteen seconds and then released At this point the sucking videos had been replaced my fucking, bareback fucking. The object picked up a little speed and my leaking increased as my cock bounced. Plus pleasure. The videos changed showing up close fucking with raw cocks sliding in and out of holes, to far away, then back close up. The instructions to hit again popped up again between the videos over and over until I had hit ten times and held and released. The rush was intense. I felt my inhibitions slid away. My mouth watered, my cock throbbed and my hole relaxed as the object again sped up. The raw fucking videos now showed men getting bred and I would hear sayings. “You want raw cock” “Your hole was made for cum” “All loads should be taken none refused” Then more instructions on hitting appeared. I did as instructed. As the videos of fucking and breeding continued. “You crave infected cum” “You want the virus” “Sexual Suicide is what you want” “You want HIV” “You crave toxic loads” “You want poz loads” “You want AIDS” In the videos I saw biohazard tattoos and tattoos of scorpions on the men getting fucked. Then more popper instructions. The rush flowed through me. The machine was fucking my hole quickly, hitting my g-spot and causing more leaking from my cock. “Tell me what you want!” “Poz loads” I replied “Where do you want them” “Up my hole” More popper instructions, that I followed. My head was swimming Fromm the rush and I could feel my heart beat in my temples and my cock. My hole relaxed even more as the machine fucked me quickly. “You want infected seed in you” “Yes” I screamed My balls were so pulled up tightly that they ached. I could feel the warm pre-cum puddling between my legs. I know I would not last long. The machine was fucking me faster. I screamed in pleasure and my load shot out my cock and flew high in the air. It was a massive load. As I shot the machine stopped and the object was pulled out. The video also went dark. I sat there breathing heavy coming down from the rush. I head the door open behind me and soon saw the two musclemen. “Damn never seen someone turn that quickly” one said They released me and half dragged me back to my room.

When something is new to you, every bit of you senses seems to muliply.. The darkness of the theater seemed blacker than anything I had seen ( or not seen) - the screen in front of me seemed bigger than any movie screen I had seen.. My heart pounded harder til it felt like it would explode out of my chest.. And we just stood there. I sensed some guys moving about, up and down the aisle,but almost too scared to try and look.. Eventually Dad said lets sit down and I followed him as closely as I could. He went in about five seats and i took the seat right next to him. Now, some 40 years later, I know that when you are used to xxx theaters, it comes very natural to take out your cock asap, but back when it was all new to me I would not have had a clue.. But from Dads action, I now realize this wasn't his first trip here.. Because within minutes of siiting down, he simply told me, sit back and enjoy yourself, and with that he pulled out his already hard cock from his pants. The heart that was already in my throat continued to race wildly. I mean I had peeked on dad previously, saw him naked, soft, and that alone was enough to make me cum as I peeked, but now, here he was just inches away from me, with a hard cock, a good 7 inches plus, in his hand just inches away from where i was sitting. I pulled mine out.. close to 7 inches too and within seconds of taking it out, Dad whispered to me "Nice cock" I felt extremely proud hearing that and some how that actually calmed me down a little and I could feel my heart rate slow down some.. I mean, I was 18 and a total virgin, except for some playful experimentation as a boy with a couple of friends, but I don't even remember if we got hard back then.. I had seen cocks in magazines and thought about them constantly, but I never actually had another hard cock as close to me as my dads was at this moment. My eyes cautiously wandered from the screen to dads crotch, and back and forth and back and forth.. Not sure which was getting my attention more, dads hard cock or the big cock on the screen that was getting the blow job from some woman. Have you ever had one Dad asled. I wasnt' quite sure what he meant A Blow Job he added.. Ummm.. No , I said.. and thought to myself , Not even close.. And then Dad didnt need to ask any more. He knew I was 18, with out many friends, and horny as fuck. He leaned over and placed his mouth on his my cock, his sons cock.. It was the most intense feeling I had had up to the point in my life.. Better than my hand, better than me sticking my cock in a fuzzy slipper lined with tissues, OMG it was good.. and it didnt last long. as within seconds of him putting his mouth on my cock, I began to cum. Dad let out a moan as my cum filled his mouth.. For a second I'm thinking oh crap what have I done.. I should have warned him . I should have said something... But I didn't.. And Dad just kept his mouth on my cock.. Until he was sure I was totally done, and lifted his head up and swallowed.. Sorry Dad actually came out of my mouth.. To which he added, dont' be sorry. that was a huge delicious load you just gave me. He sat back in his seat, and started to watch the movie. I sat back ,my cock still hard, and leaking at the tip.. I didnt stroke it but I didn't put it away either.

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.

This is for you to decide, but if you aren't being honest with your partner, you aren't truly being honest with yourself.

Look before you leap. What does he mean by “a few Tops”? If he means three or four, that’s a lot different than if he means seven or eight. Or twelve. If you’ve never been gangbanged before, be aware that even though it’s pretty much every bottom’s fantasy, most bottoms couldn’t actually take the anal trauma of that kind of use. Only you can estimate how your ass would feel if you were rough-fucked five times, with five more expected of you. For a lot of bottoms, that would be a solid Nope. For me, as a dedicated cumdump with hundreds of cocks up my ass, that’s a night at the baths. You say you are not into rough fucking sessions. In a group scene like this, things tend to run rough as Tops encourage and goad each other on. The bottom often finds he has no control in these situations, and just has to take it, sometimes while being held down. If the thought of this excites you - beware. Think with the big head, not the little head. The fantasy could become a nightmare if it doesn’t fit your reality. Oh, and even if you do decide to go through with it, don’t be disappointed if you show up and it’s just the guy and maybe one or two others, or just him. Big gangbangs are notoriously difficult to arrange, and it’s uncommon that anyone actually pulls one off.

If you're asking yourself this question, the answer should always be "YES". Being a cumdump is erotic, fun, and fulFILLING.

I get very voracious with the right enhancements. I love deeper and harder. My ex used to like leaving his cock in when we went to bed, cause I'd massage it until I fell asleep.

The Democrats (also known as the Socialists or the "Progressives") have become absolutely hysterical drama queens. "The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" "The world as we know it is going to end in 12 years if we don't quit using fossil fuels!" "Donald Trump is going to put 20 million homosexuals in extermination camps!" Millions of Americans have seen through this charade, this bullshit. It is actually the DEMOCRATS who want to continue the division of America, not the Republicans. Just remember, it was Abraham Lincoln, the first Republican President, who signed the Emancipation Proclamation, granting the slaves their freedom.

I think the key is being open and honest with yourself as well as your partner. Maybe he isn’t the perfect match. You may need someone that is like you. I play with couples that are total whores with other men but have a loving and caring relationship with each other. Men are men. We need to be what nature made us not what society thinks we should be.

Hands down, my favorite cock I have ever sucked was attached to a black guy. Completely fucked up on poppers in a video booth and had just taken a few loads of cum and before I could get myself ready to go he walked in pulling out his cock and I couldn't believe how badly I wanted it and became addicted to black cocks and cum instantly.

i actually sat there and watched movie for a few minutes. my cock still out of my pants. I looked over at Dad and he was slowly stroking his own cock. Then without saying anything he pulled his pants down all the way to his ankles and sat back down and continued to stroke.. I just watched and had my eyes fixed on his cock, his balls. I didn't even ask him as I leaned over to put his hard cock in my mouth. Dad released his hand and sat back and let out a soft moan. I had never sucked a cock but it felt so right, maybe even better than having my own dick sucked. And to top of it off, it was my dad's cock.. the one i had peeked on when I was younger, and had shot my load peeking at just seeing him naked thru the keyhole of the bathroom, getting out of the shower and standing in front of the sink. But now, it was hard, and it was in my mouth and I was loving every second. As I was sucking him, i noticed a man come sit next to my dad and he too had his cock out. But I didn't focus on him. I think I was afraid he would try and take the cock away from me so I just continued to suck as if my life depended on it. I touched dads balls with one hand as I deep throated his cock. Dad hadn't said a word,but maybe to give me one last chance to pull my mouth off of it, he told me he was gonna cum soon. My instincts were to just continue sucking.. I wanted his load in my throat. I wanted to taste him. I wanted my first load and I didn't want to miss a drop.. When he once again said, "I'm cumming" I just made sure I was collecting every drop in my mouth and gobbled it up and swallowed it. There was probably never a time in my life that I would feel so content, so perfect.. so happy. Then the man sitting next to Dad talked and said, " I hope I'm next" - I looked up and i realized the man was Jesse, the black neighbor who lived across the street from us.

I looked over at Louis, wondering what he thought. I spoke first and said “I’m cool with it, but you guys work together, so it might make things weird.” I expected Louis to agree and to bow out, but I kind of wanted him to say yes since I thought it would be a fun time. The gears in Louis’ head seemed to be running at full speed. “What happens out of the office doesn’t affect how we work together, right?” Louis said to Brandon a few moments later. “Right. It’s a fuck, not a romance” Brandon replied. Louis nodded and we gulped down the last of our warm, mostly backwash, beer. I saw a few guys in the bar grin and nod at me as we left, no doubt they knew what we were going to do. We got out on the sidewalk and Brandon took charge. Brandon said to me “My place is only a few blocks from here. Is yours closer?” I shook my head ‘no.’ He looked at Louis and said “Don’t tell anyone where my apartment is, OK?” Louis nodded, saying “You’re the only one at work that knows I’m bi, so let’s keep both a secret for now.” I guessed that Brandon didn’t want anyone at work to know he lived in the heart of boys town. With that, Brandon turned and Louis and I followed. I chuckled to myself as we walked down the familiar streets. Several guys stared at us, with one guy whistling as we walked. I’m sure it was for Louis, who still had his t-shirt off and the harness on. We turned and went into the courtyard of one building and Louis curiously looked at me. I gave him a smile and a nod and we turned and went to the door, up the stairs and into the apartment facing my buddy Tom’s place across the courtyard but one floor down. For all of Brandon’s confidence leading us to his apartment, once inside he seemed extremely nervous. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his bare chest, whispering in his ear “anything you don’t like, just let us know.” Louis came up to us and pressed his lips to Brandon’s and kissed him. He moved his head to the side and kissed me, our heads next to Brandon’s. Brandon turned his head and it became a three way kiss. My hands roamed up and down Brandon’s chest, my fingers flicking over his very hard nipples. Louis came a little closer and the front of my paw was stroking Brandon’s chest and the back brushing over Louis’ chest. Louis reached down and unbuttoned Brandon’s jeans and then his own. I squeezed Louis’ nipples between my fingers and rubbed my thumbs over Brandon’s hard nubs. Our tongues were dancing together and then I felt Louis fumbling to open my jeans. He finally got the button open and then the zipper, pushing my jeans down. We broke the kiss and finished stripping ourselves. When I stood up I saw Louis standing there in nothing but his harness, Brandon was wearing just some tight trunks and I was in my ripe jockstrap. Louis and I must have thought the same thing as we each hooked a finger on each side of Brandon’s trunks and tugged down, leaving him naked. It’s hard enough when you have two versatile guys trying to see who tops and who bottoms but here we were with a third guy. I knew Brandon bottomed, but I didn’t know if he topped too. Brandon made the first move and hooked a finger into the ring on Louis’ harness to steady himself and started to kneel. He flicked his tongue over Louis’ left nipple a few times and then moved over and did the same with my right nipple. As he got to his knees, he found himself staring at Louis’ mostly hard shaft that had a sheen of precum on the tip. Brandon licked over the head of Louis’ cock and then wrapped his lips around the shaft and started to suck him. A few minutes later, Brandon reached up and pulled my stiff rod out of the jock and wrapped his hand around it, slowly jerking it. I smiled and realized, at least for now, Brandon was going to bottom for us. I leaned in and started to make out with Louis and just as my tongue slipped into his mouth I felt Brandon’s tongue playing with my PA. Brandon continued moving between our two cocks, never getting either of us too close or leaving the other unattended for too long. He may have never been in a 3way, but he seemed to be getting the hang of sucking the pair of us. Maybe this had been the bulk of Brandon’s experience with men - on his knees sucking guy after guy. After about fifteen minutes, Louis pulled his arm from around my shoulder and down between us. Brandon had just switched back to Louis’ cock and now had both of Louis’ hands around the back of his head. Louis started slow, but built up speed and depth until he was properly fucking Brandon’s face. Just like he had when I face fucked him, Brandon never complained or pushed away. There were a few small gags, but mostly just the sound of Louis’ moans as his cock plunged into Brandon’s throat. I kneeled down next to Brandon and coated a pair of fingers with the spit dripping off his chin and whispered in his ear “If he’s going too hard, just tap his leg.” Brandon’s hands didn’t move from their grip on Louis’ ass cheeks. I moved my hand back and traced Brandon’s crack with my slick fingers. He raised his ass up a little pushing it closer to my fingers which quickly found his puckered hole. A little more work with my fingers and a little more spit from his chin had a pair of digits fully in his chute. Brandon’s hole responded to my encouragement and opened up nicely. It was time to take it a little further so I hooked my fingers inside Brandon’s hole and gave a gentle upward tug. It took a few tries until he realized what I wanted, but there he was with his ass in the air and still slurping on Louis’ cock. My beard pressed against his ass cheeks while my tongue lapped along his crack deeper and deeper until it found his hole. I didn’t rim Brandon the other time we fucked since I was too eager to get my dick inside him. I was finding out that was a mistake. Brandon seemed to really like getting his ass eaten and kept pushing back to get my tongue in deeper. My tongue was getting tired after feasting on his hole for a while so I gave each ass cheek a firm slap and squeeze before standing up and dragging my cock along the crevice. The piercing and the tip of my cock were resting on his pucker as I added a few globs of spit and pushed in. The steady pressure got his hole to yield and my bare cock started to push inside. Brandon groaned around his mouthful of Louis’ shaft and I let him get used to my girth for a moment. Just as I was about to begin, Brandon moved his hips around and I really knew he was ready. I rocked my hips, dicking him deeper each time until I finally bottomed out. I gave him a good fuck, pounding hard and then backing off. I could tell with the harder thrusts he was getting forced onto Louis’ cock which seemed to get Louis closer than he would like. When I got close to shooting, I motioned to Louis to come over to me. He shook his head “no” but did pull out of Brandon’s mouth. Grabbing my chance, I pushed Brandon to the floor and drilled him as my cock started to throb. I laid on his back, growling in his ear as my hips thrust a few final times until my cock began to shoot. Ropes of cum painted his chute as spurts of cum pumped into him. I stayed there a few moments after the orgasm faded, my sweaty chest glued to Brandon’s back. My breathing got back to normal and immediately Louis slapped my ass hard. The sting ripped through my body and I looked back at him with my best “WTF” look. Louis wasn’t interested in waiting any longer for his turn and as he raised his hand again I rolled off. Louis flipped Brandon on to his back and raised his legs up over his shoulders. Brandon’s hole was well lubed and probably was still gaping when Louis planted every inch of his cock into Brandon’s fuck hole. Brandon let out a gasp but then was staring right into Louis’ eyes. The two seemed to come to a silent understanding before Louis began to fuck. I straddled Brandon’s head, leaving my cum covered cock to rest on his lips and pulled his legs toward me. It gave Louis a better angle to drill and drill he did. Brandon licked and nursed on my cock, sucking most of the cum off of it. Brandon must have had him really close because after about five minutes of fucking, I heard the familiar grunts from Louis and then a groan. I watched Louis’ body flex and twitch as he pumped his seed into Brandon’s hole. When the spurts ended, Louis pulled out and laid down on the floor next to Brandon. I left them for a couple minutes to recover before I said sternly “Roll over, Louis.” “What?” he replied. “Turn over. Now.” I answered even stronger and Louis rolled over on to his stomach. I looked at Brandon who was slowly stroking his still hard cock and nodded my head. He looked back at me with a worried face and I wondered if he was a total bottom with guys. Yeah, his cock was shorter than either Louis’ or mine, but it was rock hard and Brandon hadn’t blown his load as far as I knew. I glared at him and he got the hint, climbing on top of Louis and straddling his ass. “Fuck him” I said, in a softer voice than I had told Louis to turn over. He added more spit to his cock and then spread Louis’ ass apart, dripping a generous glob of saliva on to his hole. He looked back at me tentatively and I nodded. Brandon then leaned forward and guided his rigid shaft to the entrance and slowly dipped his cock in. Both of them let out moans and I just hoped that Brandon wouldn’t shoot right away and give Louis a good fuck. He did seem to be fighting off the urge to cum, but soon got into a good motion. He never really pounded Louis, but the penetration was firm and deep with a few hard thrusts occasionally. After about fifteen minutes of varied drilling, Brandon gave a few hard shoves and then let out a surprisingly deep growl. I watched his ass flex as shot after shot of cum pumped into Louis’ ass. His balls must have really been full for as long as he went on. I was glad I didn’t let him waste that much jizz on the floor. I kneeled down next to the two of them, rubbing my hand down Brandon’s back and over his firm, sticky butt. “Was that ok for your first three-way?” I asked. “Oh gawd yes” Brandon said breathlessly. “Good, the next one we’ll take up a notch or two” I replied.

Part 3; Two weeks had gone by, and tonight was the night of the big party in our city, and I had kept my end of the bargain by not cumming, and that had completely refocused my sexual energy solely on my hole. I thoroughly douched and put on my outfit of; rubber jockstrap, rubber harness, with a thick chain and padlock tight around my neck, letting party goers know I was owned. My boyfriend attached a leash to the chain. He then wrote down my spine in washable marker pen the word 'V I R G I N'. I threw on some old baggy clothes, and we hopped in the car, with my beautiful Man driving us to the venue. Since we met we have never been short of anything to say to one another, however, the entire half hour drive we were silent, and there was a very strange feeling in the car. We parked up and submitted our queue jump tickets so not a minute of the night ahead wasted. I put my over clothes in a locker. My Man was in his full Leather Gear. He took me by my leash and paraded me around the entire building, showing off his neg virgin that he was now fully intending to corrupt. We went to one of the bars where he got a lemonade and a large vodka and coke for his boy. He led me to the dance-floor where he stood there slowly sipping his drink, whilst I got to my love of dancing, wiggling my cute little round ass in my new rubber jockstrap. Every time I turned around facing a particular direction, this broad hunk was stood several metres away from us, with something black draped over his arm, and wearing a Leather outfit consisting of a Muir, harness, Jockstrap, and army boots. When I say hunk, he was obviously seriously into bodybuilding, just my type. But, he wasn't the typical smooth, he was very hairy. He was the kind of guy I fantasized about taking my virginity, and knocking me up in the process. I turned away from him again and gyrated my ass in his direction. Instead of turning back to face him, I just kept on dancing and gyrating. Naughty I know with my new love stood right by me, but, I was so drawn to him, and, I could not stop myself. I then heard someone strike up a conversation with my new boyfriend. - Very cute boy you have there mate. - Thank you. Like your Scorpion tattoos by the way. - Cheers. So, is he really a virgin, as is advertised. - Indeed he is. - Neg then, naturally. I'd love to sting him. - We recently got together and he badly wants to be stung. He has craved it for a few years now, so, I shall be stinging him tonight in front of an audience. You should watch. I turned around to see who the other guy was, and I couldn't believe it, it was the hunk. I immediately looked down to the dance-floor, unable to make proper contact. To which he lifted my chin, and made me look at him. He stared deep into my eyes. His look unnerved me, yet, I was intoxicated at the same time. - Yeah, I think I should be in very close proximity the moment he gets stung. - I hope to start action around 2am at the sling area next to the piss pool area. My Master then tugged on my leash ... - Come on boy, your Master needs a piss. - Yes Master. - Hey, I do think it is a big shame you are taking such a brilliant dancer away from his natural habitat of the dance-floor. You go for your piss, and I'll look after your virgin for you. My Master hesitated ... - OK. But don't move from this spot. I'll literally be just a few minutes. - OK boss, we'll be here, waiting. This hunk watched my boyfriend until he was out of sight. Then the night took a complete 360 degree angle turn, and this guy took the black garment over his arm and attached it around his neck. It was a floor length cloak! So now his entire hairy bulky body was out of sight. He then grabbed hold of my leash, yanked hard, and started walking off, leaving me no option to follow. - But my Master said we had to wait here. (I motioned towards where we were stood) - First of all that was very foolish of him to leave you unattended, and secondly, you have a brand new Master now! He frog marched me to his locker, and ordered me to strip naked. I put my drink in his locker so I could undress, not that there was much to come off. He then made me put on knee length socks, and elbow length rubber gloves, both a bright red colour, ordered me to my knees, and handed me my drink. He then added some clear liquid. - Thank you Master. What was that? - Firstly, I gave you a small amount of Ketamine, and secondly, I am not your new Master. You will however address me as Sir. - Sorry Sir. But I thought you said I have a brand new Master now. - You do indeed. He in some way is right in front of you, but, it isn't me. I shall be driving you to him in a little while ☠️ Now drink up. - Yes Sir.

Best way to administer poppers?naked in a dark video booth,music pounding away,your cockhead pressed against a young man's moist pink pucker as he grinds back against you...Hold the bottle under his nose as he takes a couple deep hits.Then feel yourself ease into him as you two fuck as nature intended.That's how i learned about poppers.It was heavenly...few minutes later I was coming down off that rush as he was leaving,and his seed was running out of me and down my legs,,,:)

i know this isn't exactly what you were asking, but i love it when a Top just puts poppers under my nose with the expectation that i will inhale. i have never been stoned or drunk in my life, so poppers is one of the few things i have done. i'm not into rough sex, but love a connection that is affectionately presumptuous, where the Top just sort of assumes that i'll like it and is brave enough to give it a try without being bullying. If a Top tries something with me and i perceive desire on His part, i open right up and love Him, if i feel forced, i close up... which i know a lot of guys don't see as very sub. i've had Tops just slide a bottle under my nose and say things like: "here baby, take a hit" and i immediately fold into Him and inhale. it really enhances a feeling of oneness with Him for me.

Thats how I felt. Very nasty and dirty. What would my girlfriend. family or friends say or think about what I did. What kinda person would do that? I'll tell you what kind of person. Someone just like me. A so called str8 acting guy who is in the closet who lives a str8 life but loves to suck cock and swallow loads of cum. BecauseI don't want anyone to find out about my dirty secret. I cruise around public bathrooms, local parks and porn shops to find any random strangers to use my cumhungry mouth and wants a cock to fuck my throat infront of other strangers watching me. A person who will suck anyones cock then swallow his load is not gay . He is a faggot.

I used to spend hours in adult video booths getting tweaked as soon as I became legal. I usually didn't have a problem finding cocks to feed me but there were a couple times when the booths were empty and I couldn't find any cock. the world aligned one night.. i had blown three guys real quick and everyone left. I didn't have enough cum. as I sat in the booth staring to fiend for cum, I started found from booth to bootb searching. I was looking for cock.. but in one I found a thick load on the floor and against the wall where some one sprayed jizz. I got in my hands and knees with the door all open and gobbled it all down. I never felt aa nasty as I did that day

Finally back to breeding asses after time away. Who is next for breeding?

I want to start this part out with a huge apology to everyone for the delay in getting out Part 5. This, as well as several more chapters, have been sitting on my desktop in various levels of completion, and as much as I have wanted to, I just simply couldn’t devote the time they deserved until this week. Lately, I’ve been dealing with major things at work: we’re down several staff members, new software at work, working 60-80 hour weeks, and there has been major flooding near my work. I've also had some issues at home, also linked to the major flooding in Kansas City in the past few weeks, as well as a few recent health issues, family emergencies, and to top everything off, I was in a pretty bad accident 2 weeks ago. I and another person got t-boned by a meth head (he was found to have meth and narcotics in his system) on the highway and now have to deal with that. Because this person realized I work in medicine (and drive a nice car), and the other woman he hit is a somewhat prominent business owner, he’s decided to make matters even worse and try to sue both of us, claiming we were to blame for his accident. Now, we’ve both been in communication with our lawyers, who have also been in direct contact with each other and the police, and I’ve been assured the case will be thrown out. But this too has taken a lot of my attention away that, if I had my way, would be directed to this story. I’ve had to also buy a new car this last week which finalized with insurance last week, and now I have finally had a chance to sit down for more than a few minutes. So now I finally find myself with time to write tonight and several other nights this week. The next few chapters are already planned out and being written. Hope you enjoy. -- PART 5: Ups and Downs My ass felt empty as I felt the cock deep in my hole pull out, leaving a gaping hole as the previous guy humping my ass dumped his load and stepped away from the glory hole. I could feel the numerous loads, well mixed in my ass by constant assault on the formerly tight tunnel, slowly drip out of me, sliding down out of my crack, along my taint, and then drip off my balls. I looked down at the growing puddle on the floor below. I let out a moan, escaping from my mouth uncontrollably at the loss of the pleasant stretch the massive cock gave my ass, my voice getting louder as another faceless stranger stepped up and mercilessly slide in, shoving the previous load deeper inside of me. Looking up, I opened my mouth to let yet another guy shove his cock into my mouth. I slurped on it, relishing as the precum dripping from the uncut meat coated my tongue and throat. The salty, musky taste was like ambrosia to my taste buds. Happily, I sucked harder, trying to suck the cum out of the guy’s balls, enjoying how on each stroke he got deeper. I swallowed, making him grunt in appreciation and fist my hair in his hands, pulling my face down to forcibly fuck my mouth and throat, gagging me ever so slightly. The cock in my ass stabbed my ass hard, slamming against my prostate. Chills of ecstasy shivered through my body, sending surges of pleasure down my confined cock and balls. I could feel yet another load of cum boiling in my balls, begging for release. Precum flowed like a leaky faucet from my dick, forgotten in my quest to please every cock offered to me, my dick slowly dripping and adding to the puddle below. I was in pig heaven, feeling as someone grabbed my balls and cock and jerked on them. I moan around the cock deep in my gullet as the new stranger tugged on my balls and began to suck my cock. I felt my orgasm slowly building to the edge of climax when suddenly I heard a loud ringing to my right. Opening my eyes, I blearily looked at my phone, buzzing and lighting up as it continued to ring, waking me up from the wonderful dream I was having. “God-fucking-damn it…” I muttered, my cock aching from being on the verge of release from my wet dream, and now angry at the interruption of my dream. Reaching over, I pulled the phone off its charger before answering it with a tired hello. “Hello, Dr. Harding? This is Amal,” the voice on the other end replied. Tired, my mind tried to put a face to the name until I finally remembered the Indian guy from the evening before, “I’m calling on the behalf of maintenance. They wanted to know if it would be possible to install your washer and dryer sometime today?” Letting out a silent yawn, forcing myself to sit up. Rubbing my face I looked at the clock, proudly displaying 11:15 am. “Sir?” Amal asked after I didn’t reply for a few moments. “Sorry, I just woke up,” I explained, slowly standing up and walking towards the bathroom. I shivered slightly at the cold air of the apartment on my naked body and winced a little as I took my first few steps, feeling my hole ache from the previous night’s events. “Um… I guess I can do that. What time are they wanting to install it?” I asked, worried I would have to rush to get ready and dressed. “I’d have to check, but with the change in weather, they’ve been busy with switching over to heating. But we plan on it being between 4 and 6 this evening. Would that work for you?” Reaching the bathroom, I flipped on the lights and turned on the faucet. “Uh, sure. That’s fine. I’ll probably just be running errands. Thanks for the heads up,” I replied, hanging up the phone and setting next to the sink. I stared at my face in the mirror for a few moments. A little tired looking, some bed head, but otherwise the same old reflection stared back at me. Nothing to let on the twisted sex I had happened the night before. Letting out a tired sigh, I cupped my hands under the faucet and rinsed my face off. Shutting off the water, I dried my face, and went to my duffle bag and unloaded all my bathroom supplies. Looking through the bag, I noticed I was down to my last clean pair of clothes, suddenly glad that I would be getting a chance to go get more clothing from my old apartment and clean my dirty clothing. Grabbing everything for a shower, I walked back into the bathroom, letting out a slight smile as I felt a bit of cum work its way out of my abused hole. I must still have a ton of cum trapped in my ass from the night before, I thought to myself, and getting a nasty thought from my wet dream, I pushed out slightly and felt more leak out and slowly leave a slimy trail down my leg. I reached into the shower and turned on the water, fiddling with the knobs and stepped away, waiting for the water to warm up before turning around and looking at my ass in the mirror. Bending over slightly, I pulled my asscheeks apart and stared at the scene. My asshole looked puffy and red, worn out somewhat from the repeated abuse the night before and a trail of cum slowly oozing out. “Fuck…” I breathed out, watching as I pushed more cum out of my hole and watched as it dribbled out. Reaching back, I ran my finger across my hole, loving the feeling of the tender, puffy lips and pushing some of the cum back inside. My cock ached in response as I shoved a second finger in. I pulled both fingers out, and without a moment's hesitation, shoved them into my mouth, copying what I had done the night before. I enjoyed the taste, having had the two loads marinate inside me overnight. I forced myself to stop, remembering the errands I had to run, and turned my attention back to the shower. Happy it was finally getting it to the temperature I wanted, I stepped in and let the water beat down on my head. Placing one hand on the tiled wall in front of me, I let my mind drift to the event of the previous evening. My cock quickly hardened as I slowly fingered my ass more, coaxing the two loads dumped inside out, looking down and watching as they dripped onto the tile below, sitting there before quickly mixing with the warm water and disappearing down the drain. Both men must have cum a ton as it felt like my ass was leaking a ton before finally stopping. My ass-lips felt slightly puffy, and deep inside my hole ached in the best possible way. I definitely had to admit I loved getting my ass used, something that with Matthew was to be tolerated out of an act of love but had never been enjoyed with reckless abandon like now. Everything I had read was apparently true. Bareback really was that much better. The feeling of skin on skin as an uncovered cock was shoved into a hole, forcing it open, and stretching it out with every stroke before finally spewing a hot load of thick cum it up was something I knew I was going to have to continue to have. Grabbing my soap, I began to lather up, washing my torso slowly before moving to my ass, cleaning it thoroughly before moving on to my cock. Satisfied I was clean, I slowly washed the soap off. Steam filled the small space, and took a deep breath in, enjoying how the moisture felt on my dried out sinuses from the late fall air. I let out a cough, feeling even more of my previous night’s events. My lungs burned slightly, not used to my newly picked up kink. Instantly, I started thinking about puffing away on the thick dark cigar. Sucking hard on that burning stick, feeling the hot thick smoke flow down my throat and fill my former pink healthy lungs, likely turning them as black as the color of the cigar I had shoved in my mouth and hauled on. Feeling the heady rush as the nicotine oozed out of the tar left behind, flooding my veins, slowly addicting me. Then, watching with pure satisfaction as the thinner, warm smoke drifted back out of me, filling that small space the night before out of my mouth and nose, it’s absence making me want to inhale deeply again and again until I felt my balls unload. With a chuckle, I realized I suddenly wished I had a cigar at that moment firmly placed in my jaw. With a sigh, I forced myself to shut the water off and step out, shivering as the cold air hit me like a wave, causing my massive hard-on to quickly die. Drying off, I got dressed, and after a quick once over, I collected my wallet and keys and made my way out of the building. Stepping outside, I zipped my coat up and shoved my hands into my pockets, unpleasantly surprised at the increasing chill outside. Walking down the street, I stepped into one of the coffee shops, and after a few minutes, exited with a steaming cup. I took in more of the local shops before my eyes stopped at the shop next to me. ‘Whitehorn’s Sportsman Gallery’ the sign read, and in the window were rows upon rows of different cigars, pipes, and various knickknacks meant for decorating a man cave. I stood there, staring at the different cigars and pipes, debating with myself. My heart started to race, and my cock stirred in my jeans. Thoughts of both the night before as well as my night with Jackson flashed in my mind. The burn in my lungs returned, my mind almost begging for the feeling. I enjoyed smoking the cigars. Hell, looking more and more at the large and various sizes of pipes, I could even see myself smoking one. But after a second, adding the exception of only if I had someone to show me how. Everything in my medical training though told me that I shouldn’t go down this route. It was a bad habit, one that’s hard to quit. Smelly. It was dangerous and taboo. I could get cancer. Smoker’s lived shorter lives. Had various other health problems. But the similar things could be said about barebacking. And I had already let three different guys cum up my ass. It was dangerous too. And taboo. And I already knew I would likely not stop barebacking. Finally, I decided to walk in, telling myself I would just look. Immediately, I was greeted at with the sweet smell of the aged tobacco of the cigars and pipes. In that instant, I knew I would like not be leaving here without making a purchase. A younger guy, puffing away on a pipe smiled at me as the door shut behind me, suddenly shutting the outside traffic noise as classical music drifted down from the speakers above. “Hi, I'm Eric. Welcome to Whitehorn’s. Can I help you find anything in particular?” the guy behind the counter replied, a smile on his face as he pulled the pipe from his mouth. I looked at him and took him in. He was in his early 20s, with a somewhat chiseled face, nice body, slicked back black hair, and muted hazel eyes. He was kinda hot, if not for the slightly dorky bow tie, button up shirt and slacks with suspenders I imagined were part of the uniform for the store, due to the old fashioned nature. Looking around, gave a quick smile and debated internally for a second. Should I lie, and say I was looking for a gift for someone on cigars, or tell the truth and say I was looking to get into cigars myself? Quickly, I decided to split it down the middle. I could get into cigars and also repay Jake for the cigar from the night before. “Well, I’m here for a few things… A gift for a friend and also looking for something myself,” I explained, going into detail what I was looking for; A gift of some nice dark, larger cigars, which I hoped would be close to the one I shared with Jake. I quickly learned that type of cigar to be ‘maduro’ as well as getting into cigars myself as I broke into a long conversation with Eric. After a while, he stepped out from behind the counter. With a smile, Eric led the way, leading me to a massive room behind several glass filled doors, and I was greeted with floor to ceiling displays of cigars and loose tobacco. As he showed me the different things I would need to get into cigars, I slyly checked him out, noting the shape of his ass, the slight bulge in the front of his pants, as he occasionally took a puff of the curvy pipe in his mouth. I was glad to be wearing a coat, as my cock kept getting harder and harder, and had to be obvious through my jeans. The outfit he was wear started to grow on me, as it left very little to the imagination, while still giving him a classy look. After about an hour, I was checking out, having picked up several large ring darker cigars, a brand called Asylum according Eric, as well as a small selection of several other different brands, shapes, and sizes of different cigars, a lighter, a cutter, and even a small humidor to store them in. Along the way, Eric had removed the pipe and demonstrated the way to cut and light the cigars, having me try as well. He seemed impressed I had picked it up so quickly and said I looked great with it. The compliment struck me as odd, but I struck it from my mind as likely just being polite and helping get a sale. Watching as he hit total, I let out a slight hiss as I saw the total price. Almost $600. I never realized how expensive it was to smoke. Seeing my reaction, Eric gave me a small frown. “Since you're a new customer, I’ll give you a good discount. The owner likes to have repeat business and usually doesn't mind if I do it. Just tell me you’ll be back in?” he asked, easing my mind slightly as I saw the price drop quite a bit. Letting out a small breath of relief, I let out a small laugh. “Sure, just gonna have to be careful. Cigars are expensive!” I replied, pulling my wallet out and handing over my debit card. “Damn, a doctor, huh?” he said, looking up from the card at me, “I thought you guys raked in the cash. Parties on yachts, drinking champagne and dancing with plastic surgery patients and such.” With a slight groan, I rolled my eyes. “Well, with ‘great’ income comes great student loans,” I explained, going into detail about how classes for the cheaper school I picked was still way outside of my parent’s savings for college which meant taking out a ton of loans, then going into how I was still in my internship and not making as much as I would normally. And how I only would once I decided on a specialty… if I picked any. “So… yeah… unless you’re a plastic surgeon or get a really good residency in a high paying field, you don't make as much as people think you do. I make just enough to pay all the bills, and put aside a bit extra. I’m comfortable, but hell, I don’t even have a car. I think I’ll probably only buy these once in a blue moon, just based on cost.” “That’s why I smoke my pipes,” Eric replied, taking a large puff on his pipe before letting out a large nose jet. My cock throbbed and I swallowed with a loud gulp, watching as this hot guy produce huge clouds of smoke before me as he continued, “Don’t get me wrong, I love cigars. They taste great, and can really make for a fun evening out and about. But pipes? Reusable, and the tobacco is usually cheaper. Lots of different types to choose from too. And makes for a very… enjoyable evening at home or out on the town. Also, less people complaining about the smell. It takes a little bit of a learning curve, but I’d be happy to help you out one on one if you ever want to start up with them. Anytime you wanted.” With that, he gave me a wink. Is he making the moves on me? I asked myself, trying to mask my surprise. I watched as he turned around and packaged everything up. I took a peek down at my watch, I let out a small curse. Handing me the bag, Eric gave me a questioning look. “I… uh… I have to run to my old apartment first… and grab my things before I run out of time…” I explained lamely, doing the mental math. If I left now, I would have just enough time to get to the old apartment and pack up a few boxes of clothing before Matthew would be home. I really didn't want to see the cheating bastard, much less talk to him. If I left, I could grab a quick bite to eat near the old place, and grab the things I needed and leave. No talking, not awkward meetings. We were done, and I was ready to move on, I told myself. Hell, one could argue with all the anonymous sex, I had moved on. One could also make an argument I was trying to avoid the subject and filling it with sex, but… well, fuck them. I was enjoying myself, and I deserved it after giving up a better part of my life on that cheating bastard. “Oh! I can hold these for you if you want!” Eric said, letting his hand linger on mine for a few moments before taking the bag and moving it to the counter behind him again. The action pulled me out of my small argument with myself and I stared at him. He flashed me a huge grin, seemingly a bit too excited. He HAS to be interested, right? I wondered looking at where his hand had just been. “You just have to be back before 6 pm. I have to close up at that time.” “Well, if you don’t mind…” I said, pulling the hand back and scratching the back of my neck, a nervous habit I still did on occasion. “Not at all! We always love to see our customers coming back for more! Come back and visit me anytime buddy!” he said, smiling and winking again. I returned the smile and with quick thanks and a wave goodbye, walked out the door, and looking down the street, ran towards the quickly approaching streetcar. — Stopping at the small Chinese restaurant near the old apartment, I asked the staff for a few old boxes and grabbed a few egg rolls to eat on my walk, before making my way up to my former home. At first, I felt nothing, just staring at the doors of the elevator. That was until the doors opened. Stepping out, I felt a wave of dread, mixed with sadness. We had lived here for 2 years, and the smells and sights almost immediately pulled up memories I had been desperately trying to keep from coming up. Our first night in the apartment, locked out of the apartment when Matt had left the keys on the kitchen counter. The building-wide trick-or-treat party where we both dressed up in hideous drag. The time Matt and I almost had sex on poor Mrs. French’s welcome mat after a night out at the club. Our first party with our friends over. Wet, rainy weekends spent watching and sometimes making fun of crappy movies on the couch together. With a slight sniffle, I fought back the urge to cry and took a deep breath before unlocking the door and walking in. “Not going to cry for you, bastard,” I whispered shakily under my breath. Looking around and taking a quick listen, there were no sounds inside. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, and softly closed the door behind me. I went through my mental list of the things I really needed immediately, and what things I could wait to pick up. Must haves included my winter clothing, underwear and socks, my laptop and charger, the pictures of my family, and my spare hospital badge, stethoscope, and pocket references books. I could pick up my collection of medical books, spring and summer clothing, my movies and gaming system later. The TV was mine as well, but the ones at the new apartment were much better, and I would honestly have nowhere to put them. I started to look around and things immediately felt off. My things were gone. All memory of me having existed in this place felt wiped away. Our pictures together were absent. The couch was different, with… pink throw pillows. Matt and I both hated pink. The whole apartment had a very floral smell, where as we never used air freshener because of my allergies. Dropping the box, I walked into the kitchen and let out a disgusted groan. There, proudly displayed on the wall, was a picture of Matt and…. her. In fucking canvas. Looked like the fucker definitely was moving on. Just. Fine. Angry, I walked over to the box and grabbed it, storming into the bedroom. Whatever, I fumed internally, if he wants to move her in after just 3 weeks, fine. I just wanted to get my clothing and things I needed, and then get the fuck out of the place. I stopped suddenly when I looked in the corner of the room. What I was greeted with elicited a growl from me the second I laid eyes on it. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” I ground out through my teeth, as I looked into the bedroom to find several boxes labeled in someone other than Matt’s handwriting. It obviously must be her sloppy penmanship. ‘Jayek’s things’ Each box had only that written. Not what was in them. Just my misspelled name. And things. That stupid fucking bitch of a whore couldn't even spell my fucking name, right? A five-year-old can, but not this piece of trash who my ex-was now living with?! I opened the closet door to find all my clothing gone, replaced with her’s. The drawers showed the same. In the bathroom, the medicine cabinet was left open, filled with what had to be every makeup product sold. The normally immaculate sink was left covered in various different layers of makeup residue, something that made my rarely seen OCD suddenly flare up. Pissed, I raised my hands, clenching and unclenching them into fists as I forced myself not to pick up something and throw it across the room. Looking through the boxes, I reorganized them, combining the things I needed right away into one box. Reaching the last box, however, I couldn't find my laptop. Until I turned around and saw it on the bed. It had been a gift from Matt for finishing my first year of internship as well as my birthday. If fact, it had been the only lasting gift I had ever gotten from him. He’d landed his dream job, and as a surprise, he took me out to dinner, and after dessert asked if I wanted to walk around and look at the new computers at Apple. Knowing we couldn’t afford it, I jokingly picked the most expensive one one said it would be the perfect, if only for the price tag. When I got home the next day, he’d pulled it out of the closet, surprising me. It had been one of the most romantic things he had done. We couldn’t afford it, but he had been secretly saving up for it. For me. I had felt loved in that moment. It was the nicest thing some had ever gotten me. Sure, it was a just a computer, but I cherished it. It was mine. From someone I loved. And now, it sat on the bed. Covered in fake pink rhinestones with a pink wallpaper on the screen, a giant crack already running down the center of the screen. At first, I didn’t recognize it. My brain refused at first to accept that something so hideously transformed could be mine. Until noticed the small set of scratches on the left corner from my watch. Turning it over, I saw the personalized engraving Matt had paid extra for. “To Jake, my true love. Always be learning new ways to save lives. I will love you forever and always.” I saw red. My mind went completely blank in rage as I grabbed the laptop and dropped it in the box, no longer caring if it got more damage. Turning around, I then grabbed the hefty charger cable, pulled as hard as possible, not caring if I broke it. With a loud snap, I watch as the plug stayed inside the outlet and the casing for the outlet snapped, sending shattered plastic across the room. I started pulling the wiring out of the wall, leaving a large gouge up the wall all the way to the ceiling. With another yank, I pulled again, and the metal connection split apart, leaving the exposed wiring as I detached the outlet. A bright spark shot out of the wires and the power shut off to the entire room, likely tripping the breaker. I walked over to the box and dropped the power cable, outlet and all into the box. I barely flinched as a large chunk of drywall fell from the wall and hit the lamp, sending it crashing to the floor. Grabbing the box, I walked out the front door, not bothering or caring about locking it behind me. I walked in silence to the elevator, my heart pounding in my ears. Hearing a muted ding, I looked up at the door, secretly hoping it was Matthew or the blonde skank so I could grab the electrical cable in the box and strangle one of them. Instead, I was greeted by our neighbor from across the hall, Mrs. French. “Jake, sweetie? Is that you?! Are… are you ok dear?” she said, shocked to see me, holding a hand to her bosom. “Hello, Mrs. French. Sorry… I was just leaving. Please, after you,” I said my voice completely emotionless, moving out of the way to let her through, as she grabbed her cart full of groceries. Looking at me for a moment, she looked at the box of my things with the exposed wiring sticking out of the top. “I see. And I also see that little slutbag from down the hall wasn’t lying about you moving out,” she said, grabbing her grocery cart in one hand, and my arm in the other. Her sudden use of profanity snapped me back to myself slightly, as normally she would be the last person to talk such a way. Dragging me down the hall, she started talking. “How about you come help me with groceries?” she said, her keys in hand as we walked up to her door, “You look like you might end up murdering someone dear. You have means and motive all inside that box. And I’m afraid if you run into that stupid little git in the lobby, it just might be her. Not that I wouldn't pay good money to see it.” Unlocking the door, I followed her dumbly as she rolled the cart into the kitchen and motioned me to set my box on the counter. “I see you did some…. remodeling?” she said, taking a seat at the island as she slowly slipped off her shoes. “Yep,” I replied, looking down and numbly realizing that I had, in fact, ripped the wiring out of the wall. I said nothing else, unsure how able I was to say anything else without either breaking down or screaming uncontrollably. “Uh-huh… I saw that fucking bimbo headed slut moving her stuff in the other day and knew those two were asking for trouble and that dumb fuck ex-boyfriend of yours… he’s not any better,” she sighed, motioning for me to sit beside her before continuing, “Now, as you know, I’m head of the building co-op… and that would be some substantial damage to the unit.” “Shit…” I said, slamming my eyes closed and taking in a deep breath to center myself. I had fucked up. Bad. And I really didn't need her to add to the massive wave of things I was trying not to feel. “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!” Patting my arm, she sat there for a second before clearing her throat and continuing. “Oh, yes dear. That is exactly what your ex is going to be saying. But don't you worry dear. I already took the liberty of taking you off the lease. You won’t be liable for any of the damages.” Opening my eyes, I stared at her, slightly shocked. “I figured after that little outburst the lobby a few weeks back, you'd wise up and leave that prick. Especially after trading down to a piece of trailer trash snatch like that,” she continued, patting my hand with hers, “Now, I had to put your termination down as inappropriate behavior from the outburst in the lobby sweetheart, but don’t worry about that little detail. Paperwork just seems to always disappear at the most interesting times.” Jesus, I thought to myself, this woman scary. “And when little Miss Shit for Brains was going down the hall asking for boxes to pack up a few things… I knew it was only a matter of time before the proverbial shit would hit the fan.” My jaw was hanging open as the little old lady in front of me cussing up a storm. This was a woman who blushed over saying the word tinkle. And now, she cussed worse than even the most seasoned sailor. “I’m guessing she packed your things up, and likely took something for herself that wasn't hers to take, hmm? And seeing how out of your head you were, it was something important to you. That, my dear, would be the work of a true cunt,” she intuited, tilting her head towards the box. My only reply was a small nod, still unable to fully wrap my head around the sudden change in the woman's language. “Jesus Christ… Did she seriously misspell your name? God... Women like that make all of us look bad. Well, after that damage, I’m guessing that you’ll need somewhere to store your things…” she wondered out loud, her finger tapping on her chin, “Because I bet that little skank will likely take revenge on your things. And a little dumbass like that Matthew will likely let her since she has him wrapped around her finger,” The woman made perfect sense. And dear god, I was honestly sad I was going to never have her as a neighbor again. “Now, I can provide a safe place to store those things if you’d like dear. And you can even stay here, though I would hope you now have somewhere of your own?” “I… just found a place yesterday, I just came to get a few necessities until...” I trailed off, letting my actions speak for themselves. Getting up, she directed me to the front door. “Good. Now, I don’t expect you to pick up your things right away. I just ask in return is you take me out to lunch once a month so we can catch up dear,” she said, slightly pushing me out the door and across the hall. “Go grab your boxes and put them in the living room. Those two are likely to be home pretty soon.” I did exactly that and after a few minutes, I was able to take all my things and move them across the hall. With that, I gave the small woman a huge hug and told her I would be back for my things as soon as possible. She gave me a small kiss on the cheek and walked me to the elevator. My mind reeled at the change in demeanor from what had been the sweet little lady who I would have bet never cussed in her entire life. I smiled though, glad to have learned something new about her and looked up at my reflection in the door. However, the smile on my face suddenly died as the doors opened and I was greeted face to face with Matthew and his new girlfriend.

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