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This is a work of fiction between two (semi)consenting adults. I hope you guys enjoy. Part 1: The sun had just set and Evan, sitting in his rental jeep in a beach parking lot, was horny as ever. He had been on vacation with friends and this was his first chance to get away for a bit. Everyone else had passed out drunk but Evan had stayed sober hoping his wish would come true. It did. Sitting there he pulled out his cock and started stroking while browsing through the Grindr profiles. Just then a message came through. “Hey, you are hot!” “Thanks! You looking to fuck?” “Yeah” He looked at the profile. The profile showed a picture of a slim light brown torso, hairless with small erect purple nipples, no ab definition but a slight line running down the middle leading to a tight belly button cutting off just below the waist where the guy’s pants would sit. There was no name but the profile read that he was 18, slim and Asian. Just Evan’s type. “I’m at the beach. You host?” Evan typed “Can’t, live with family. I can come to you” the boy replied “public?” Evan responded He was almost certain the kid would bail out. He had never had a guy actually meet him for sex in public before. It was a huge fantasy for him. He loved the idea of fucking a guy outside somewhere like a beach or a park. He wanted to get caught. He wanted to have someone watch him as he plowed deep into a tight hole. He started jacking harder waiting for the message hoping this would be the one. “sure, which beach” ‘Yes!!!!!’ Evan thought. He was finally going to get his wish. He shared his location and within seconds the kid said he was on his way. A little bit about Evan, at 26 he had been sexually active off and on over the years. He had a few girlfriends early in high school that he had played with but it didn’t feel right. It wasn’t until his sophomore year of college that he finally had sex again and this time it was with a man. He loved every minute of it. Everything clicked for him the minute he drunkenly kissed his first guy. Now out of college, 6 months out of a relationship, and 6 months of celibacy he was ready to get back into it again. He sat stroking his 7 inch cock, his hairy shirtless torso illuminated by the parking lot lights. His boardshorts pushed down around his ankles and a bottle of poppers sitting in the cup holder with a small jar of Vaseline. A car slowly pulled into the parking lot and pulled into a space a few spots away. Evan pulled up his shorts and got out of the Jeep. Grabbing the poppers and Vaseline he proceeded to walk down the narrow overgrown path towards the beach. Soon footsteps came up behind him. He turned around and there stood a small Filipino boy. It was dark but Evan could make out the shape of his body against the foliage behind. He was about 5’2” compared to Evan’s 5’9” frame. Maybe 115lbs wet with shaggy razor cut hair wearing only a pair of boardshorts hung loose and low on his thin waist and some flip flops. Evan was stunned. This kid was tiny. Evan was fairly slim too at 150lbs but was an active outdoorsman so he always had good muscle definition. He thought to himself ‘I could crush this kid.’ “How old are you?” he asked the kid “I swear I am 18. I can show you my ID if you want. I just had my birthday last week” “That’s okay. I believe you.” Evan said. “So… are you ready?” “Yes please. I need to get fucked.” Said the kid Evan reached out and grabbed him and quickly ripped the boardshorts off the boy. His tan lines showed in the moonlight and you could tell he spent a lot of time outside. He had a small but growing cut cock surrounded by a small patch of pubes that you could tell had never been trimmed. Evan grabbed him and pushed him down to his knees. “Pull them off” he commanded the kid talking about his shorts. Timidly the kid grabbed them and started slowly pulling them down. As he did Evan’s now fully erect cock sprang free and slapped against his stomach. A stream of precum flung from the tip and landed on the boy’s cheek. Evan grabbed the back of his head and slowly pushed the boy toward his cock. The boy opened his lips, licking them slightly, and then slid them over Evan’s cockhead. The boy began steadily sucking Evan’s cock taking about half the shaft into his mouth. He would flick his tongue against the glans of Evan’s cock every time he pulled back his head and Evan was loving it. He found himself throwing his head back, eyes closed, hand resting on the boy’s head as he would slowly thrust his cock in response to the boy’s motions. Soon his whole dick was inside the boy’s mouth. All of a sudden the boy stopped, evan’s cock all the way in the boy’s mouth. Even looked down and saw the moonlight shining up from the boy’s eyes. Just then the boy slid his tongue out and started licking Evan’s balls while Evan’s cock slid even deeper into the kid’s throat. ‘This kid is a pro’ thought Evan as he let out a moan. Evan heard a crack and some rustling behind them. Nervously he pulls the kid up and starts ushering him into the bushes. “shh” he whispered. Quietly they his in the bushes waiting to see if someone was coming down the path. Soon they heard the footsteps approach. A man came into view. Probably 30s, near 6ft, nice build but you could tell he enjoyed his beer. ‘Shit’ Evan thought. He grabbed his shorts as they fled the path but the kid did not. ‘Hopefully he doesn’t notice.’ Just then the guy steps on the shorts. He stopped and picked them up. Holding them in his hand you could see the confusion in his face. He looked around but didn’t see the two hiding in the bushes just mere feet away from him. He shrugged and continued on toward the beach taking the shorts with him. Evan turned to look at the boy but the boy didn’t seem to concerned and was already down on his knees pulling Evan’s cock back into his mouth. ‘Fuck this is hot’ Evan thought. He loved the thrill that they almost got caught. Within a few moments Evan was already feeling like was about to explode. He reached down and pulled the boy off him. He spun the kid around and thought to himself ‘I need to get in that ass.’ Pushing the kid over a bit he knelt down and pulled apart his ass. His small round cheeks split to find a tight hairless winking hole. Evan dove right in and started licking his hole. He lapped at it furiously getting it nice and wet and then started to shove his tongue inside. ‘This kid is fucking tight’ he thought. He couldn’t get his tongue in it was so tight. He decided to try a different tactic. He licked his middle finger and slowly slid it inside. The boy let out a gasp as he did. Slowly he twisted and pulled it out pulling the kid’s hole out a bit with it. He quickly dove in and started sucking the kid’s hole. He sucked as hard as he could and felt the kid’s hole start to pull its way onto his tongue. He shoved his tongue as far in as he could and then let the pressure go. The kid moaned as he did. He started tongue fucking the kid as deep as he could repeating the process a few times until the kid’s hole had relaxed enough to open up some. He had gotten the hole open and wet. Now it was time to fuck. He stood up and pressed his cockhead against the kid’s wet hole and was starting to apply pressure when the kid reached back. “Stop” the kid said. “We need a condom.” Another thing about Evan, he had never used a condom. He had been told the stories about the diseases and pregnancy, but he had always ignored it. He liked sex natural. He hated the smell. And now that he was gay, he figured there was no chance of getting someone pregnant so there was no need for one. He had also found out that he was HIV+. That was why he and his ex had broken up 6 months ago. His ex had been cheating and got them both infected. Evan had always known there was a possibility that he could catch it but he didn’t know that his ex was chasing or even that he was having sex with other guys. Now that he had it he had come to terms with it. He had decided he wasn’t going to let it change his life. He was going to continue to bareback and figured if the other guy doesn’t bring it up then he wouldn’t either. He had to think fast. “Have you ever played raw?” he asked. “No. I don’t play without protection. I had some condoms in my pocket but that guy has my shorts” ‘Shit!’ Evan thought. He was so close to getting his cock into this tight kid. He wasn’t going to give up now. What was he going to do? Just then he glanced a used condom filled with cum hanging off a branch. He instantly got hard again. “I think I have one in my wallet in the car. Hold on.” He said and he grabbed the condom off the branch, pulled up his shorts and ran out towards the parking lot. He got back up the path a bit and stopped. Holding up the condom he had a dirty idea. He emptied the cum out onto his rock hard cock and then bit the tip of the condom until he heard it snap between his teeth. He then proceeded to slide the broken used condom onto his cum covered cock. He loved the feeling of some random guy’s cum on his dick and loved the idea that he was about to breed a kid through a broken used condom. He had become such a perv in these last few months without sex. He waited a second and then ran back. He got back to the kid and told him he had it on and was ready to go. The kid grabbed his cock to make sure. He spit on his dick and slowly started pressing it into the kid’s tight hole. He got half way in before he started to feel the condom pulling back around his head. He kept sliding in deeper until he was all the way. The kid was trying to stifle his moans. Evan was so horned up with his cum covered poz cock in this kid’s tight hole with the dirty condom now nothing more than a cock ring. He only paused a second before he began furiously pounding the boy’s ass. The boy could barely suppress a scream as he did. Evan grabbed his shorts and wrapped them around the boy’s mouth holding onto both ends and using them ass leverage to fuck deeper and harder into his tight hole. It helped a bit to muffle the boy’s moaning, but Evan was sure if anyone walked by again they would hear. He didn’t care. He kept pounding his boy hard. After a few minutes he was starting to get close again. He didn’t want to cum that fast so he pulled out and pushed the boy down onto the ground. He rolled him over onto his back and started fucking him missionary and slow. He wanted to savor it. He would pull almost all the way out and then go all the way back in as deep as he could. The boy was staring into his eyes with so much desire and lust. He reached up and grabbed Evan’s head and started to kiss him passionately as Evan started to pick up speed again. Both of them kissed, sliding their tongues against each other, moaning into each other’s mouths. Evan started fucking harder. He was pulling his dick out until just the head was left inside and then jabbing it as hard, deep and fast as he could into his boy’s tight pussy. He was getting really close. “I’m gonna cum” he whispered into the kid’s ear. He was about to pull out when the kid reached down and grabbed his but cheeks pulling him as deep as he could. ‘Fuck’ Evan thought. ‘This kid wants to get bred.’ Just then Evan’s cock started to pulse as rope after rope of cum shot into his boy’s tight hole. He couldn’t help himself and he let out a loud groan as he shot his load. It felt like an eternity as every drop of his 3 day load spewed out of his rock hard cock. He didn’t even have a moment to come down from his high before a light shone onto them. “Hey, what the hell are you guys doing!” He heard a man shout. Evan freaked. He had always dreamed of getting caught and watched fucking but now that he had shot his load he started to think clearly. ‘Oh shit, I’m gonna be in trouble’ he thought. He quickly grabbed his shorts and ran back up the path. He jumped in the jeep and was out of there before he even realized what he was doing. He had totally just left that boy there, naked, in the bushes, caught, filled with his poz load. “Fuck!!!”

This happened quite a long time ago now and I've never told anyone about it. First of all, I should say I don't really like stealthing and I've never done it - I don't want to take anyone's choices away from them - but that's just my view. I've always known that it happens - and this is the story of the time it happened to me. It was 1996 and I had not long turned 30. After many years of carefully practising safe sex, I was starting to have sex without condoms. At first it was only as a top, then I let a few guys fuck me without a condom and cum in my arse. I knew I was enjoying unprotected sex - the feelling of shooting my load right up someone's arse with no condom was becoming addictive. I was also starting to enjoy being fucked bare and had enjoyed taking a few load in my arse. I knew that if I continued doing this there would be consequences and so, after thinking about it very seriously, I decided to go back to using condoms on every occasion. One afternoon I was on a training course in central London and when it finished I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch. The toilets were situated underground in the maze of passages that led to the various exits from the underground station and the park. There was a load of urinals at one end and down at the other end two rows of cubicles down the side and a long row of cubicles along the back. The toilet was very active and I had enjoyed some very horny fun in there. Guys would cruise down at the cubicles where you couldn't be seen and a lot of sucking and even fucking went on in these cubicles. A lot of people used to climb up on the toilets and watch the action in the next cubicle as you couldn't easily be seen from the main part of the toilet. I was feeling horny and was hoping to get some action. The toilet was always busy in the late afternoon and early evening with guys on their way home from work and students coming out of the nearby university. I had lube and condoms with me so I was all ready. The toilet was quite busy and I cruised around for a while and then I caught the eye of a dark haired guy in trackie bottoms and a T shirt. He was just my type and he seemed to be interested in me. He looked to be late 20s, early 30s, with hairy arms and slightly dark skin and from the bulge in his trackies I guessed that he had quite a big cock. Whe a cubicle became vacant I went in and he followed me. I sat down on the toilet and he stood in front of me. I reached up and pulled his trackie bottoms and pants down and his cock sprang out. I was not disappointed and wasted no time in taking his big thick cock into my mouth. I sucked him for a while and he sighed and then pulled his cock out and indicted to me to lick his balls. I licked his balls for a while and then he pushed his cock back into my mouth and I started sucking him again. I thought he was going to let me suck him until he came in my mouth but after a while he pulled his cock out and indicated to me to stand up. He moved in close and said "I want to fuck you," softly in my ear. I was very turned on by the thought of this fit lad fucking me with his big thick cock and soon I was bent over the toilet with my arse lubed. I had given him a condom which he had rolled on to his cock without comment and soon I felt the head of his big cock pushing into my arse. I spread my legs more and soon he was pushing his cock right up me. I hadn't been fucked for a while and it hurt at first, but he gave me a moment to get used to his cock and then he began to fuck me. He started off slowly and then began to fuck me a little harder. His cock slipped out my arse and he pulled my cheeks apart and pushed his cock back up me. I was really turned on now as he began to fuck me harder. If anything, his cock seemed to feel even bigger in my arse as he took hold of my hips and began to fuck me really hard. I knew he was getting close and soon his breathing got heavier and he thrust hard up my arse a few times and then pushed his cock right up me and held it there. When he finished cumming he pulled out and as I got up and turned round he had pulled off the condom and was wiping his cock with a tissue. I grinned at him and he grinned back, stuffed his cock back into his pants and left the cubicle. A short time later I was on the train back to west London. The train was busy and I had to stand all the way but I didn't care. I was feeling good and I had just enjoyed a really enjoyed a good hard fuck. As the train sped out of London I became aware of a wet, squelchy feeling in my arse. I knew I was still lubed from the fuck, but this felt like more than just lube. In fact, it felt like I had a load of cum in my arse..... I got off the train and walked round towards my flat, still feeling the wet sensation in my arse. Near the station there was a patch of vacant land with a couple of billboards in front of it. I went behind one of the billboards, pulled my pants down and squatted. I pushed and a big load of cum spurted out my arse, followed by some more and then some more. I didn't know what to think. I knew the guy had used a condom and at first I thought it must have split. Then I wondered if he had removed it? I was shocked and I was also annoyed with myself - I had promised myself I wouldn't take any more risks and I told myself I should have checked that he still had the condom on. After a while I deciced to put the experience behind me and make sure I played safe on every occasion in future. A few weeks later I was in central London again on the Saturday afternoon meeting some friends for a birthday lunch in a pizza restaurant. The restaurant was busy and at the next table to us there was a group of young lads who looked about 18 or 19. It was late afternoon when we finished and, feeling hormy again, I decided to check out the toilets at Marble Arch. It was not so busy this time, but when I went down to the cubicles the first person I saw was the guy who had fucked me a few weeks before. He was just entering a cubicle and I was fairly sure I had seen someone entering it just in front of him. I waited and after a short time, someone came out of the cubicle next to the one the guy had gone into. I went in to the cubicle, shut the door, climbed quietly up on to the toilet and looked over. The dark haired guy was in there with someone - and I realised it was one of the young lads from the pizza restaurant - a small blond haired lad. The lad was sitting on the toilet sucking on the dark haired guy's cock. I unzipped my jeans and began to play with myself as I watched the young lad sucking the guy's cock. He sucked him for a while and then the dark haired guy pulled his cock out of the lad's mouth and motioned to him to stand up. The lad stood up and the dark haired guy whispered something in his ear. A short time later, the lad was bent over the toilet, his jeans and his white underpants down at his ankles and I had a perfect view from above as the dark haired guy pushed his condom clad cock slowly up his slim arse. I noticed that, as he did so, he pushed the condom half way down his cock.... He began to fuck the young lad, slowly at first, and then he began to fuck him a bit harder. He fucked him for a while and then his cock slipped out the young lad's arse. In just a few seconds, the dark haired guy had removed the condom and pushed his cock back up the young lad's arse. He began to really fuck the young lad now and I had a perfect view from above of this big, thick, hairy cock thrusting up the young lad's pale, slim arse - now without a condom. I knew this should't turn me on but somehow it did and I was wanking now as I watched him take hold of the lad's hips and begin to fuck him harder. I could see the dark haired guy was getting close and I looked at the young lad. His eyes were closed and he had a look of sheer pleaseure on his face as he pushed his arse back against the dark haired guy's thrusts. Just then the dark haired guy thrust hard up the lad's arse a few times and then pushed his cock right up him and held it there. I knew we was cumming in the young lad's unprotected arse and as he did I shot my load down the cubicle wall. The dark haired guy left the cubicle and I watched as the young lad pulled up his pants, totally unaware that he had just been bred. I found it hard to stop thinking about the scene I had witnessed and I was shocked by how much it had turned me on. I thought back to the load I had taken a few weeks before and how good it had felt in my arse. That night I drove up to Hampstead Heath and before long I was bent over being fucked - without a condom. I let two more guys fuck and breed me before fucking a young black lad without a condom and shooting my load right up his arse. As I drove home I could feel the cum sliding out into my pants and I knew I wanted more. The guy who stealthed me had unleashed something inside me - and I was now on a different path.

First time poster so I apologize if anything is amiss or off. I was supposed to take a trip to see some old friends in another state. I had cleared it with my spouse as they had to work, and didn’t have a problem with it. After some back and forth, my friends needed to cancel for personal reasons. No big deal, cancel the trip altogether right? No way, Ghost Rider. I decided to use the rare chance to enjoy my kinkier side. I got a hotel in a nearby city. One I knew was good for anonymous gay sex. And I brought a blindfold and my jockstrap. And I put those ads out, created a profile on some apps detailing exactly what I wanted. I got some hits, mostly flakes. But the five men that showed up.. goddamn I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time. It felt good to be used for what I was: a hole for their pleasures. Nobody worried about or cared if I came (I didn’t until I knew no other guys were coming by). Nobody wanted to kiss, cuddle, or find out who I was and take me on a date. It was understood upfront that this was all about the sex. And it was perfect. My only two regrets are this: that it’ll likely be my last time getting to do something like this, and that I never actually got to see my friends (I filled one in on the details so that if my spouse happens to check up on it, stories will match). Judge me if you want, I’m used to it. But hopefully someone will cheer me on and tell me it’s okay to be selfish and do what I need.

Most piss play / WS if done is fuck a bottom till he pissed himself. Actually for some reason it's quite common for bottoms to piss themselves or need to pee when I fuck them. Usually, the hottest times where when they were in a sling and we've been fucking for a while and then they start to piss and cum.

Pozzed by the Boyfriend - Chapter 3 I'm soooo sorry for leaving you all on a cliffhanger for so long. I know it's a bot short, but hopefully it will make up for my absence. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I groaned in pleasure as I felt my boyfriends thick tongue continue to invade my hole, Rai was holding nothing back either, he had my cheeks spread apart and his face buried on my ass cheeks while he tongue-fucked my pink hole. I knew by the end of the night my hole would be ripped open, gaping, and overflowing with my lovers unmedicated POZ seed, hopefully insuring our connection to each other for the rest of our lives. I couldn't help but push my ass back and moan at my mates actions. He quickly gave my bare ass a harsh slap to remind me of what I should be putting my mouth to work on. I got the memo, and began to work my warm, wet lips around his painfully hard monster cock. As I began sucking on the tip of his cock, gushes of his precum coated my tongue and and mouth. The familiar taste of his pre gave me the hunger for more, and so I began to suck his cock fully now, I carefully began to take more of Rai's manhood into my mouth, until it reached the back of my throat (which was less than a third of the way down), as it hit, I prepared my throat and began to swallow his cock, slowly descending as I unhinged my jaw to fit his thickness in my mouth and down my throat. By this point Raven had removed his tongue from my hole, and had begun fingering and stretching me while groaning in pleasure. Soon, he motioned for me to come off of him, after adjusting to his cock in my throat. "Yes my love?" I asked as I came off his cock. "It's time to change positions, I want to have full access to your throat if i'm going to fuck it." he said seductively. I smirked and happily obliged, as he shifted away from the seat, I shifted, turning around, and rolling over so that my head faced towards the steering wheel and my feet to the back while I lay on my back, my head hanging off the seat. It was a position I had found myself in many times while sucking Raven, I had become quite good at being throat fucked. Raven soon mounted the seat, his powerful legs straddled to either side of my head, his cock head pointed down towards my open, and waiting mouth & throat. Raven soon grabbed my hair, carding his large hands through my curls, before pulling upward and bending down to give me a chaste kiss, immediately after I felt the tip on my lips, smearing pre-cum across my lips & cheeks. I opened my mouth once more and slowly, he guided his cock with one hand, and my head with the other. I wrapped my lips around it once again, and carefully Raven's cocked was pushed balls deep into my willing throat, all the way until his burning, swollen balls slapped my face. He soon pulled out as I breathed in through my nose, and pushed back in, setting a slow, but steady rhythm that slowly sped until my throat was being brutalized by his manhood, all the while hearing his deep groans of pleasure and dirty talk. "Fuck yes babe!, take that fucking dick down that slutty throat of yours!", "Take it you whore!, take my fucking cock like the cocksucking faggot you are!", "AH, yes, suck that big cock you bitch!". This continued for what felt like hours (in reality it was only 10 minutes) until I felt him tightly grip and pull my hair, as he slammed his full cock down my gullet and let out a a loud groan of "FUUUUUCK, take my cum down that dirty throat whore!", I felt his balls tighten on my face and his cock began to spasm as he came like a geyser. I tuned out everything else as I focused all my attention on swallowing the massive amount of cum being shot down my throat and not suffocating, I counted 18 shots before I lost count and black spots clouded my vision. I was barely conscious when the cock FINALLY pulled out of my throat and I could regain my breath, gasping and sputtering. I soon found myself lying on Rai's chest, as a struggled to regain control of my breathing, I could feel is still-hard, saliva covered cock rubbing against my ass. When I finally caught my breath, Raven began to make out with me, sharing the cum coating my mouth with him as he tasted his own seed. After we broke apart from our make out, I heard him say "Our you sure your up for round 2, and 3, and 4..." I laughed and smiled at him saying "Babe, I'm ready for you to fuck my brains out and make me yours after so long not fucking, do as you please!" To be continued...

Chapter two: Kim and grew closer as the weeks went by. He was, really, my only friend. We work out together, study together and talk freely. I am still lusting after him. I sometimes swipe his boxers that he wore while working out to jerk off to. He is just getting hotter to me. I guess the fact that I am not well liked on campus is a factor. I am very open about being gay (that's okay) I am also open about being poz (also fine) the problem is that I am not ashamed of getting pozzed on purpose. That has drawn a lot of hate. That's is fine. I still go out and meet hot guys for fucking. I am also working on ,y seduction plan for Kim. When we talk I tell him about my experiences with sex. Kim is a virgin and is interested in what I have done. I have a book of pictures of me and my partners. I also leave copies of people getting pozzed for him to read. I know he is looking through them. I know he had been keeping them a little longer each time. The only time I do not like being around him is when Judith shows up. She hates me. Judith looks down on me for my common back ground and for being gay. She also treats Kim badly. Always talking down to him. I have been trying to get him to break up with her but he is to concerned with his parents. They like her because she has money and status. He hates the relationship I can see it in his eyes. I do know that I have been an influence on him in at least one way. He is now masturbating. He thinks that I cannot hear him. I can. I am turned on by this. I can sometimes get a good look at nice dick. I think he even moaned my name once. It is working. I know that I am soon going to get him. However, something happened to speed up my plans. I came back to the dorm after my first class. It was extra early today so I had to skip my morning routine in the gym. I had a long break between classes. Kim was there. He was still in his gym shorts. I could tell he never left that morning. He had been crying. "What happened?" I asked. Kim got up and hugged me, started crying again and sat back down. "Judith dumped me. She was fucking other guys and was just using me. She called me and my parents to end things. Now my parents say it is all my fault. I have been just sitting here ever since." "I am sorry." I sat down next to him and put my arm around him. Kim decided to not go to class today and I decided to stay with him until I had to leave. "Can I do something to help you feel better and forget." "What is that?" I decided it was now or never. I gave him a kiss right on his lips. Just a small closed mouth. I kissed him a second time. Also a quick peck. "Please, let me make you feel better." He nodded his head. I kissed his him down his chest until I reached his shorts. I yanked them down and took his beautiful dick into my mouth. I gave my friend his first blow job. I sucked him slowly. I savored how good it tasted and how good it felt in my mouth. I tried to keep it going but he started to cum into my mouth. I eagerly took all him sperm into my mouth except for the very last of it. I swallowed the wonderful cum in my mouth. The small amount that was still on his dick I used my finger to scoop up as much as I could. I then rubbed it on my lips. I then gave Kim a kiss and then left for class. I knew that he would soon be mine.

I "officially" put my personal best number at 12. (Though I kind of lost count and it could be more like 14 or so). It was at a breed & seed I hosted in a seedy motel room just off the Las Vegas Strip about 5 years ago. I started at about 5pm on a Friday evening. My room door was rigged to be able to be pushed open. I had the room fairly dark and I offered my ass to any guy that showed up. I tried to keep track of the number of loads deposited in me. But after awhile it all blurs together. On top of the 12 loads that I'm sure were planed inside me, I sucked off about 4 guys. A couple of guys didn't cum in my mouth or ass, but came on my face, chest or ass. The last guy to fuck me that night (about 2:30am) was a tall, skinny black guy with a huge, thick BBC. He fucked me for well over an hour and never came. I actually had to stop him because I was so exhausted by then and my ass was sore. I've only had to stop a top a few times and I have always felt terrible. But this guy was cool about it. He told me that he rarely is able to cum when fucking a guy (He said he was str8/bi curious) but that it had felt great. Since Craigslist was my most successful source to find sex partners, I've not hosted a breed & seed that has been as successful as that one 5 years ago. But, it sure was a great evening.

Love fucking for hours. I usually change position because I tend to get bored easily fucking the bottom in one position. Like others have said a good quality silicone lube, jlube if you don't mind the mess or big cum load is the best for a long fuck. I have a FF friend that we both like long sessions. He has the advantage of producing a lot of natural lube so usually I can just eat his ass a bit and then slide in afterwards. Once I shoot my first load is ass is creamy and really wet, which makes perfect lube for round 2 and 3. I really like a sloppy hole.

Jesse didn't get my ass at the theatrer that day.. We did some more stroking and sucking before we got up and left. It would be about a week later that Jesse, Dad and I would get together again. But before that, dad and I played one more time. It wasn't always easy finding time alone, with mom being around. But I guess Dad was so horny one night, he just couldnt take it anymore I was up late watching tv - down in the living room on the couch. Laying naked under a blanket, I played with my cock slowly as I watched tv. I heard Dad walking down the stairs, and knew he was heading down to use the bathroom ( the only bathroom in the house) I caught a glimpse of Dad as he came down stairs and walked through the living room. He was wearing only briefs, and just the thought of seeing his cock again was making me rock hard. He quickly went to pee and came back into the living room.. He walked over to me, and I figured he was just checking to see if I was still up and watching tv ( he hated to have the tv on and no body watching it !!) When he saw I was awake, he said quickly, " I'm so horny" and he pulled out a rock hard cock from his briefs. I sat up and put it in my mouth. With my other hand, I pushed off my blanket and stroked my hard boy cock. Dad didn't make much noise as he didn't want to wake up mom, but I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I did. I took Dad's cock as deep as I could, wanting my reward for my efforts.. It didn't take long til I was rewarded.. I could tell he was close by his breathing, and as his balls released a large load of cum into my mouth, my own cum shot out of my dick, covering my chest and stomach with my jizz.. Dad stepped away , put his dick back in his briefs. Then leaned forward and licked the cum off my body. "I'll give mom a good nite kiss from you when I get back to bed" .... "Don't stay up too late" And as he turned and walked away, I watched his tight ass fill those briefs.... and thought damn... next time .. I want his ass again.

Got called out last night early morning on a duty call. On way back, drove past a cruising car park and one van was parked up, signs on the side OTIS. Parked up, eventually a stocky ball headed guy got out and went into the bushes, I followed, next i am sucking a beautiful thick dick, he was a groaner and a head pusher. Loved his balls being licked, big balls too.i took a chance and turned him round and licked his hairy hole, he said I dont get fucked mate, I never spoke, just ate his arse, it was tasty. I pulled down my pants and leaned between the trees, holding his cock to my arse, I am always ready just in case. He literally rammed up my arse, i bit my lip, he rough fucked me and let out a panting groan whilst he came in me. Pulled his overalls up and left, now I am going to work with a full arse.

Part 4 Two days later Frank sent me another text message asking if I could get away real quick and meet him at the ABS. He wrote that he could be there in about15 minutes. I answered that I was not doing anything and would be right there. I was hungry for another taste of that great cock. We arrived at almost the same time even and entered together. We paid our fee and were soon naked in the big room on the couch. I had Frank's cock deep in my mouth and into my throat and sucking like I wanted to suck the life out of him. As usual his precum was almost pouring out and the taste, as usual, was so sweet and wonderful, to me. I wanted his cum load so bad. He was sitting and I was kneeling on the couch and as I was sucking his one hand was fondling and kneading my ass. Soon his fingers were tickling my hole and then one finger entered me slowly. The feeling of that was fantastic and I almost doubled my efforts at sucking his cock, wanting that great amount of oh so sweet cum. He was circling my hole with his finger and soon had me opeded up enough to get another one in. Two hurt a bit as I was so tight. He stopped all of a sudden and pulled them out and I heard him spit and slobber on them and then the wetness his my hole and the two fingers entered me again and only a few seconds later a third one joined them. I was headed to heaven for sure. I was wiggling and thrusting back with my ass as I sucked his marvelous cock. I wanted all of him for sure. Then I felt a 4th finger enter me and I almost came on the spot. My eyes were wide open and I was having trouble now concentrating on anything but sucking and being fucked hard with his fingers. WOW, I don't think I had ever been this turned on in my life. Frank set up a nice rhythm of hard pounding of my mouth and ass at the same time. His cock entering deep into my throat on every inthrust as his fingers bottomed out inside my ass. I was being impaled from both ends repeatedly and magnificently. Frank was moaning in his ecstasy also, telling me how great my mouth felt on his cock and my ass gripping his fingers tightly. I was also moaning my enjoyment and loving every second of this and could hardly wait for his cock to explode and fill my mouth with his hot nectar. In and out and in and out, driving me wilder and wilder. Never had I had such pleasure as this and never wanted it to end. Then I could feel Frank's cock get bigger and harder and his breathing was getting more ragged and I knew he was about to cum. I tried to redouble my efforts to get that wonderful load. Then he almost yelled he was going to blow and his cock started to throb in my mouth. It had barely started when he jerked it from my mouth with his hand grabbing it hard to hold in his cum and spun me around before I knew what was happening. He then rammed his cock into my ass as he pulled his fingers out and his cock sank all the way deep inside my ass. My eyes opened wide as I realized he had just cum deep inside my ass and I could actually feel the heat and wetness of his cum. My own cock blew my load right into my face as I was bent over almost looking right at it. I could not believe that had happened. I had never had a bare cock in my ass before and the feeling was beyond anything I had felt before. It was amazing and I almost thought I was going to faint from the feeling. WOW, what I had been missing? This was beyond amazing and fantastic. I had no words to describe the feeling. It seemed to go on forever but then Frank was done and his cock slowly softened and fell out of my hole. I almost whined from the loss of it in me. I struggled to get upright and as I did I could feel cum oozing out of my rectum and starting to run down my legs. Frank must have cum a gallon from the feeling. I turned towards him and he pulled me close into a hot kiss his tongue pushing its way inside my mouth and I was sucking on it. We were both panting hard. As our lips finally parted we both just laid back wrapped in each other's arms almost unable to move from our exertions. It was the best sex I had ever had by a long ways. I could hardly wait for more and hopefully very soon. We finally got around and started to get dressed. Somehow Frank's pants had been tossed across the floor. He rose to get them and as he pulled them on I had my first look at his backside. His ass was hot and tight looking also. He already had pulled his shirt on and as he pulled his pants up, I noticed he seemed to have a tramp stamp tattoo of some sort. I did not get a good look at it, only a quick glimpse of something somewhat circular and then it was covered up. I would have to ask him to see it the next time we got together.

Chapter 24; *Meeting Jeff* I did as I was commanded. - Now grab hold of those cute round ass cheeks, and spread that cunT of yours wide open. As I did, I done a fart with a HUGE amount of cum spraying out, dribbling down my perineum and onto the floor. - Fuck, someone has been a very busy PiG. Without warning he slammed his Dick inside my cunT, and took to a forceful steady rhythmic, hard fuck. - Fucking hell, how fucking loose and sloppy are you. So, you never use condoms I'd say. - No Sir. - So you don't care if I have unmedicated HIV laden cum and shoot it deep inside of that sloppy cunT of yours? - No Sir, I do not mind. - Oh FUCK. One of those are you. Don't care what you catch. Well, get ready to take the fucking lot. As he said 'lot' he quickened his pace, slamming in hard to my sloppy squelching, bruised, loose cunT-hole. Although out of shape, he clearly had stamina. He took hold of my throat, and as he continued the aggressive fuck on the piece of meat he was using his grip on my throat would keep on tightening. - Sorry Sir, that's a bit tight. He loosened his grip slightly, but then with his other hand covered my mouth. As this was going on, my boyfriend at home was trying to get through to me for our video chat, but, my phone was in Edwards locker. Missed call after missed call, as I was getting a good hard pounding! 😈 He began to quicken his pace, and the usual tell tale sign of erratic breathing, and body tensing meant he was close. The grip around my throat tightened again, and then his fast fucking slowed down to short sharp deep thrusts with a whole heap of chopped up wobbling grunts fall from his mouth. He began to UNLOAD; - Doubt my load is the first poz load you have ever taken ~ C'MON, TAKE it ... Take my fast replicating active virus up that loose sloppy cunT of yours. Go on, fucking take it faGGot!! My phone was taking another missed call from Lew as this unattractive pig simply used me for the cum-dump I had now become, dumping his toxic filth up my cunT, getting up and leaving as I quivered on all fours immediately after he had used me for his primal selfish purpose. The clinic earlier today said I should abstain from any sexual activity for 7 days whilst the Gono shot done its work. Oh dear. They also gave me condoms for any future sexual activity. Again, oh dear. I don't think they would be happy with my continuous slutty behaviour. But, I was! 👅 I hauled myself up, and re-entered the steam room. No sooner had the door shut I was grabbed by my waist, pushed over, with two more anonymous Dicks entering my cunT, and mouth, this time being spit roasted for a non stop continuous 45 minutes, with fuck juice being sprayed deep into both ends. I was proving to be a very popular little cum-dump. The door opened, and was kept open, letting a whole heap of steam out. Edward smirked as he saw me high on tina, enjoying even more unprotected high risk sex; - Play is now over guys, let him go ... C'mon PiG, let's get you to the showers. Once at the shower area I was ordered to wash, using the cold setting. The cold water made my nipples that had now scabbed over from their heavy workout three nights ago to grow stiff, and my Dick and balls to shrivel to tiny non entities. In the shower next to me was a tall slender guy, who was several years older than Edward, 66 years old no less, who clearly looked after himself. He sported blond hair in the style of a crew cut, a light ginger/blond mustache, piercing blue eyes, with a bio-hazard tattoo in his pelvic region, which was a very appropriate warning given that he was clearly oozing out Gono-pus from his semi hard Dick. Was there anyone in this city that wasn't infected with Gono? As he washed he spoke to my poz-bull; - Hey Edward. Are you with this cutie this evening? - Hey Jeff. Yes, sure am. He is the boy and I's new neighbour. He gave me this Gono infection, so, I thought if he was that keen on playing with the big boys, it was high time he came here. - Yes, I saw your little display here earlier on. I fucked this cute little piece of English meat a few times for a few short minutes at his dancing gig three nights ago. Would love a longer go on his what I am now sure is a very sloppy cunT. They need not have been having this exchange, as they had just spent an hour together in the bar chatting away as I got my steam-room banging, with the unattractive guy interlude. The three of us headed towards the spa pool where we joined several others, who were sat there enjoying being massaged by the bubble jets of water softly pulverizing their back muscles, with exchanges of attempted-discreet glances, and the odd touch/grope of a leg. Like the shower area it was also meant to be a no sex area too. Blond Jeff sat next to me, with Edward sitting directly opposite us. Jeff pulled one of my legs open, firmly stroking my thigh, which caused a natural reaction for me to spread wide open my other leg. As he continued to stroke my thigh with firm hard strokes, his soft mustache and warm wet lips caressed my neck which was literally causing my cunT to tingle. Through my fucked up meth high I got to moaning and grunting as Jeff was causing the tingling contractions in my cunT to grow stronger. As I felt like my insides were about to fall out I looked over at Edward who was very much enjoying watching another Gono-HIV+ stud fool around with me. He then teased me; - Don't forget PiG, sex is not allowed in the spa-pool area. My brain didn't even absorb what he had said, and, my cunT was unable to absorb all the cum I had received since arriving at the sauna, and with one massive grunt I done a HUGE cum-fart, with masses of cum swirling to the top of the water. Jeff took control of the intensifying situation; - What an absolutely fucking nasTy cum-loaded slut! C'mon, you are coming with me to my private cabin. Eddie, I have the cabin I prefer, so, if you need to find him, we'll be there. - Okay, cool. I have his personal belongings in my locker, so, when I am ready, I'll come and get the PiG. - You can come by before if you like, if you need to take a piss. - Oh, you have that hood with you do you? - Sure do! 😈💦💦

3. Sleeping plugged it turns out is pretty difficult. My cock seemed to leak all night and every way I turned the plug pressed into me in a new and exciting way. Occasionally when I couldn’t take it any more I would pull the plug out and fuck myself with it for a few minutes before stuffing it back in my hole. By morning I was stuck between horny and tired, but horny kept winning. At around 8am my phone buzzed. If you’ve made it through the night boy and still want to continue send me a video of you pulling that plug out of your cunt. I lay flat on my back on my bed immediately and holding my phone down past my ass pulled the plug from my hole, showed my gaping cunt and then stuffed the plug back in. The reply to my video was almost immediate. Good boy. Have you cleared your schedule? I have, I did I last night. Well done. Over the course of the day you will be given tasks that are meant to test how well you follow instructions. The second function of these tasks will be to test the limits you’re willing to go to. Yes Sir! Your first task is to fill a glass with your piss and drink it. You will film the whole thing and send it to me. It will be one continuous video, and you will show your full face. You have one hour to complete this task. I jumped up, the plug shifting in my hole, and ran to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and chugged. Then another glass and another. I had never done anything with piss before but I was turned on. It felt degrading in a way I had never considered hot before. I had started to guess the night before, but now, chugging my fourth glass of water I was fairly certain I knew where bottoms fell in the hierarchy of the club. Bottoms were whores in the club. Slutty pigs who would do anything for cock, and they were testing me to see if I was enough of a pig. Or maybe not testing as much as training. I was being pushed to do more and more slutty things, but each one felt like a small step. I wasn’t allowed to cum so I would stay horny and be more willing to try thing. Even with this revelation that I was being manipulated I didn’t care. I was loving this feeling of giving up control, I loved feeling so sexy and horny all the time. I sipped another glass of water waiting for it to work through my system. It didn’t take long before I felt my bladder fill up. Slightly nervous I made my way to the bathroom. I had no idea what piss would taste like but I was excited to find out. I got out my camera, stood over the toilet, aimed my dick at the glass and started recording. It took me a minute to get started but then a river of piss filled the glass in no time. I had a hard time stopping before I over flowed it. Switching the camera to front facing I raised the glass to my lips and swallowed. It was hot, and bitter, and a little salty but I liked it. I was almost surprised by myself. I really liked it and I gulped it down quick as I could. When the glass was empty I ended the recording and sent it off. The response came quickly Looks like you enjoyed that boy. I did! Good. Have you ever tried piss before? No, I was really nervous but I actually liked it. For the rest of the day that’s how you’re going to piss. You will recycle every piss load you have. Understood? YES! I was genuinely excited. I felt this rush from breaking a taboo. I couldn’t wait to feel that again. Now, you said yesterday that the most loads you’d taken in a day was 4. Is that correct? Yes. Today, along with your tasks you will be breaking that record. Your first top is on his way. Like last night you will buzz him in, and do want he wants when he gets there. Understood? YES!

i'm a total bottom with a sub streak. i fit into a definite category of "sub" though and don't respond to all guys who identify as "Dom." i think that may be because growing up a lot of Dom boys read me as a sub and i got bullied a lot. i eventually learned how to hide my sub nature in a closet and to this day force or bullying evokes and almost violent reaction in me, i'm not attracted to either. i didn't even see my sub nature until i started meeting what i call "affectionate Doms" who trigger, use and manipulate my sub nature using grooming techniques and other ways to Dom me evoke my sub nature to satisfy Their needs and desires. It's hard for me to resist a guys need/desire for pleasure, and when i perceive that in Him, it opens me up. i've discovered that piss is a strong tool some Doms connect with to Dom Their sub. i've read stories on BZ of a Dom fucking a bottom till he pisses himself, combing pleasure and humiliation that fulfilled a need in both the Dom and sub. i can see so many different ways to do this with piss. For me, a Dom has "piss" and a sub has "urine" or "pee." Don't know why, just a distinction i make emotionally. A Dom's piss is potent, like HIs cum. He can use it to inseminate, impregnate, mark another guy. i see a sub's pee as just waste, but something a Dom can use to fulfill His need to connect and affectionately humiliate His sub. i have fantasized about a Dom subtly finding ways to make me pee myself. For instance, maybe we're together for a day and He keeps making sure i stay hydrated, but also makes sure i don't have an opportunity to relieve myself. It's not something He has discussed with me, just something He orchestrates and does, watching me and realizing me struggle and even mentioning that i have to pee, but finding ways to divert me and keep me from relieving myself without my realizing what He's doing. His goal is to control me and the situation to the point that i can't control it anymore and have to pee. Depending on how we are, it might be me finally saying i can't hold it anymore and making Him listen and acknowledge that i have to pee, at which point He might say with a smile on His face and love in His eyes: "i want you to just let it go, to pee yourself." Or He might say: " I know where there's a restroom" and He starts to lead me to someplace He knows is too far for me to make it in time and i accidentally pee myself. i've also had fantasies (but no experience) of a Dom who grooms me for diapers, which to me has a lot of mind fuck potential. Would love to hear about other ideas both Dom guys and sub guys have for using piss and pee in D/s dynamic to fulfill their needs and desires.

my take is this is a good example of Top/Dom wiring? i was married (to a woman) for half my life, i had religious constraints to overcome before i could be true to myself and accept being gay. We were pretty much both sub and bottom in our natures, so i was pretty sexually frustrated, but i learned the physiology of how to satisfy her sexually and understood instinctively what she needed/wanted. Controlling her body and pleasure was central to sex. She was totally not kinky, so stuff like ws weren't even a consideration, but i did get a lot of experience as a top and knew how to do it functionally even if i am not one by nature. Having top experience myself and being very drawn to the mental and emotional elements of sex along with the physical, i find myself always looking for others who want to go beyond just a quick dump and run. Dump and run is hot, i'm just an advocate for depth and variety as part of the mix. WS, to me, seems rife with opportunity to expereince the depth of our sexual natures whether we are Top or bottom or somewhere in between. When i read find91's comments, i see that He is a Top/Dom who is in touch with His own needs and wants as well as those of His partners. ^^This^^ (find91's comment) is such a hot example of where i am trying to go with this thread. i really have come to see piss and pee as very similar to cum, with some unique twists thrown in. The fact that find91 enjoys fucking a guy till he pisses himself is evidence of His need/desire to be able to control His bottom. It's also a further type of bodily function that He has taken control of from His bottom, further demonstrating His dominance. For me, something very erotic that ws can have that cum doesn't is the element of embarrassment/humiliation connected to pleasure. That's a huge mind fuck for me when a Top finds ways to evoke submission to humiliation by using pleasure. To me, that is one of the most profound demonstrations of D/s power, and i can see all sorts of ways WS can be used to do that. i love this example, turning pee into part of the orgasm.

My is is stretched out and used virtually everyday and stay so stretched out I can get a hand in me in under 60 seconds most of the time. Most days start with me fuking the morning piss out of me with my pony size horse toy or larger. To that end I am frequently filled with cum and large amounts of lube so my hole can leak a lot after a good sex play session. To avoid the excrement issue I am hosed out one to 2 times a day to ensure I am always clean and ready for play. I haven't taken a natural shit in a long time. Just make sure you eat plenty of yogurt to keep your fuk guts in good order. As I continue to get fisted, especially punch fisting, which is causing my sizeable rosebud to prolapse I am aware I may wind up in diapers (and I wouldn't be surprised if some of my stallion holed fisting/toy idols aren't already) but for me the pleasure is worth the price. Besides, there is a whole diaper fetish community out there so it's not like there won't be guys to keep on using my hole for sexual excess.

The most I’ve take was at a fuck party, taking raw cock in the sling while blindfolded. I wasn’t in a clear “headspace” so I lost count but it was somewhere around 18-25 loads. I had been bred by 4 guys before I was put in the sling and once I was locked in there and blindfolded, things got wild.

The most i've taken in one day and a night was when i was younger and skinny and hairless. I was the party treat for a huge party and was fucked from the moment men started arriving to the last when they left and that's when the host and a friend's dad fucked me. I was really sore by that time so they were smearing something on my ass that made it feel better. The host said 51 guys had fucked me. Been to a lot of parties, bath houses and other places but never quite equaled that day.

I do think it does have a lot to do with bottom shaming. My man issue with vers is not that they may be bottom. I'm mainly top. What gets annoying are the vers guys that hook up with a strict bottom or top and when it comes down to the act they all of a sudden want to flip. Example vers wanting to bottom with bottom or top a top. I get that it's a mood thing but it's annoying that u agree on something before hand and then they decide to change it up. A lot of vers guys don't get that not everyone is into switching roles and no it's not because of lazyness or internalized homophobia. Some people don't want to stick their dick in an ass or have one stuck up their ass.

I usually don’t ask status and just go with what feels good. I’ve had guys tell me they were poz once things got going or had guys tell me after. I’ve taken detectable loads, undetectable loads, neg loads, it’s all be hot but the poz guys and poz play have always been some of the best sex lusty sex I’ve ever had.

I used to be a slut, now I'm a senior member. What's with that ? I prefer to be a slut. When did that change take effect and what are the levels?

I'll take "Things I've said to my exes" for $400, Alex.

Moderator's Note: I still see you as a slut. I mean that literally. I see "Slut" above your avatar pic, and I see "Senior Member" below it. Those title come from different systems.

Chapter 23; *From shower area to Steam-room* My sexy hyperspermia stud-bull Edward climbed off of me and was greeted by Todd with a 'friends' hug. - Great to see you sharing your now unmedicated poz load Eddie. As for the Gonorrhoea, you probably got that from me via this nasTy PiG here, sorry about that. - Aaaaahh, that's okay, these things happen buddy. - Thanks again for brunch yesterday. Ayan and I were very well fed. Your boy Ramon is still eager to be knocked up, it seems, chatting me up all the while. - Again you are most welcome. And yes, he remains eager. He knows my feelings on the matter. I certainly won't be fucking him again until I am undetectable. A depraved smirk from Todd arose; - Seems like that could be quite some time now I guess, if you will be delaying treatment for more time to come. Do us a favour, hold this PiG from behind once he is standing up. - Yeah, I think I am needing quite a bit if nasTy FUN before I calm down again ... OI, PiG, get up! I stood up, with Edwards toxic sperm dangling from my face, dripping down my chest, and dripping out of my cunT. In fact, there was a long drip dangling from my cunT hole down to my lower legs, swinging to and fro as it stayed attached to my anus. My weathered bull took a hold of me from behind as Gono-stud Todd requested, and he began to live up to my nickname for him as he set about reinfecting me with Gonorrhoea, but, in a different area this time. Still in the shower area he induced within himself loud roars of pain as he milked his perineum of more disgusting Gono-pus, which eventually leaked out and over his 6mm PA. Scooping up a big blob of pus in one hand, he with the other spread my piss slit wide open, and pushed inside all the pus he could. Once done he looked at me with sick twisTed grin as he carried on rubbing over and over my piss slit, making sure I was getting what he wanted to give to me. - Right, Uncle Todd is going to take you to the steam room as I have a rest at the bar. And remember, you stay in there until I come to get you. - Yes Sir. - Follow me. - Yes Sir. I had quickly gotten into the habit of calling both Edward and Todd Sir. I followed behind, only to be reminded of the AIDS wasted ass I rimmed at my dance gig three nights ago. And even though he was very thin, ribs showing, and with jaundice, he seemed to have an air of a certain strength about him. Once there he opened the steam-room door with all this steam gushing out, which gave me a brief glimpse of a no holes barred no guilt orgy. Men of all shapes and sizes, and most definitely several married men getting their much needed release with uninterrupted and anonymous sucking and fucking; Breeding mandatory! In we went, door shut behind us, with Todd grabbing me as he sat on one of the benches. With one hand on my waist, and the other holding his Dick pointing upwards he guided my down until I was sat balls deep on his toxic leaking, and hard as rock diseased-Dick. I was High & Horny, and began with wild abandon to ride what was deep inside me. - Hey, STOP. Keep still. You don't fuck my Dick. I fuck your cunT! - Sorry Sir. I am just so fucking horny for your Dick, Sir. - I can tell. - I NEED my cunT to be destroyed. - Oh don't worry. It will be. It most definitely will be in 1 months time, on a night I cannot wait for. - Yes, you mentioned that Sir. What is happening in 1 months time? - Well, that should be the week you WILL be diagnosed positive for HIV, HEP C, and Syphilis. And the day it is all confirmed will be the day of the night that my boyfriend and I, along with Asmodeus, will get to have some nasTy FUN with you, with a spectacular celebration to welcome you into the broTherhood! Before I had a chance to say anything else, he keeping himself impaled balls deep stood up, and pushed me over so I bent from my waist, gripped into my waist hard with his nails digging in, and took to fucking me hard and fast. It wasn't long either before I was being groped my numerous pairs of hands, with one set guiding it's Dick into my mouth where I would now be spit-roasted, hard and fast, from both ends for the next half an hour, non stop! During that time multiple guys would shoot off inside of my mouth, and hungry cunT, and I was all too happy to drink up, and get a damn good drilling-n-filling! 👅 Each time the steam room door opened, the man/men entering would get that glimpse of me being the sauna sluT, getting fucked from both ends, and would take what they wanted from me when they got to take a piece of the PiG. After a few minutes into my half an hour of being spit roasted Uncle Todd grunted, shot his filth deep inside my guts, withdrew and slapped my arse cheeks, and got his Dick cleaned up by some other nasTy PiG before he left the steam room. After that half hour I had to leave to cool down for a bit before I could continue on, so out I went, and sat on one of the benches just outside of the steam room. No sooner had I sat down, this unattractive out of shape guy approached as though he was about to go in, but stopped himself right by me. He looked me up and down; - Get on all fours on the floor, faGGot. - Hey, but ... - SHUT up, DO it!

2. I had been laying around my apartment naked, my cock half hard and leaking, my hole stretched tight around the plug still lodged inside it, for hours when my phone finally buzzed. Prove to me that you are still plugged boy – you have 1 one minute to reply. I snatched my phone and bent over, taking a photo of my plugged hole and sent it to the random text I had received. Good boy. Your first test was to prove you could take a thick cock. Your second task will be to prove your willingness to give up control. Your address has been given to a member of our club, at some point in the next few hours he will buzz your door. You will let him in, unlock your front door and be waiting ass up when he comes in. If you choose to not buzz him in your candidacy will be invalidated. Reply to this message that you understand. I understand and am waiting! I responded. My heart was in my chest reading those messages. I wasn’t sure how the man had gotten my address, I had no idea who he had given it to, and I had no idea when they were coming. I tried to distract myself. I turned on the tv. I put on some clothes and cleaned up. I read emails. I tried to read a book. No matter what I did I was still horribly conscious that I had a plug stuffed in my butt and a man I knew nothing about coming over to dump his load in me. I wasn’t sure if I was excited, horny, interested or scared. But my hole kept twitching and my cock kept leaking through the underwear I put on so I resolved to answer my door when the call came. But that took time, lots more time. An hour passed, and then two, I began to think that it was a prank, no one was coming. Then, right around three hours late, my buzzer went off. My heart thudded and my stomach dropped, my resolve faltered. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to let a complete stranger into my apartment knowing nothing about them and let them breed my ass. I shifted my weight a little in my seat and the plug jammed deeper into me. My hole ached, and I was hungry. Without another thought I got up, I pressed the buzzer and I unlocked my front door. Quickly stripped off my clothes, and knelt on my couch wearing nothing but my jock. With the plug firmly lodged in my ass I aimed my hole at the door and waited. I heard the door open and made to look over my shoulder to see who had just come in when a slightly raspy voice said “Eyes forward boy.” My head snapped back front. It didn’t sound like he got undressed but I distinctly heard him unzip his pants. The strangers hand suddenly touched my ass and pulled on the plug lodged in me. “Push that plug out cunt,” he said. He had a slight Southern lilt to his voice, and I began to imagine a man with weather beaten features, an untrimmed beard, a narrow but toned body, and treasure trail to die for. I pushed against the plug, trying to expel it from my ass. The widest part though was too thick to just force out and the stranger started to tug at it. He pulled bringing it just to the brink of popping out of my hole and then letting it snap back. My hole was screaming. It felt stretched more than it ever had been. I knew that it was becoming a slack cunt quickly with this treatment and I loved it. Without warning the stranger tugged the plug completely from my hole and slammed his cock in to replace it. The load I had taken earlier was the only lube I got and it made me moan and grunt. The stranger proceeded to fuck me hard and fast. This was about me proving I could give up control of my hole and nothing more. He pounded me hard, his cock long but thin stabbing deep inside me. I groaned and begged him for his load. I thanked him for fucking me. I whimpered in joy. After what could only have been five or so minutes he groaned loudly, bottomed out in my cunt and pumped his load into me. When he was done he pulled his cock out, rammed the plug back in, and left. I was sweaty, panting, and my cock was completely soft but covered in precum. I wanted more. The plug was laying on the couch next to me. I looked at it, thought about it for a moment, and then crammed it back in my leaking hole. It slid in easily this time and I sat down hard on the couch to cram it even deeper. I sat there for a few moments relishing the fullness when I heard my phone buzz on the table. Good job boy. You have passed the second stage. How do you feel. Slutty as fuck. Is that a feeling you are enjoying? Yes! That was so fucking hot. I never even saw who he was. Good. You’re doing great boy. You’ve shown your willingness to give up your hole to someone you clearly want, and to give up your hole in an anonymous situation. I bet you even shoved that plug back in your hole didn’t you? Yes! Well done. The next stage of your interview is about how well you take instruction. You are not to jerk off or cum until you are given permission. You will remained plugged at all times. And tomorrow you will clear your whole day to be available for the club.

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.

if I'm laying in a sling taking loads I will jerk off a bit while guys fuck me just to show them how much I love taking their bare cocks up my ass.more so if im not wearing a jockstrap as I often take it off in the sling. if im face down ass up taking loads in a bed or on the floor or facing backwards on porntheatre seats I may also jerk off a bit but always save summing till everyone is finished using me. when im taking loads on a fuckbench jerking off isn't really possible plus I'm usually too busy sucking cocks while I get fucked

I'd love about 50 dudes. And get every bit of it on my face till I'm unrecognizable to my own Mom.

Ringcentral is the replacement for zoom. Exactly the same interface. You can find rooms via the websites mewe or swirlonthru

Please give me a little, 18yo twink. He could give me several loads, and I could give him a couple.

If it is, then You have probably many bottoms, my self among them, who actually long for a Top who will want/need and do this with their bottom fulfilling both their needs and wants in the process. i believe for every Yang there is a corresponding yin. i can imagine feeling my hole dripping as i walk because my Top has made it that way... and that's what i would think and feel, that that is my Tops artwork that He loves. fuck yeah

I play with it too much. This is why I need to be in Chasity. But when having sex, it’s tiny because I’m mentally focused on my top breeding me and using my boipussy for his pleasure.

Poppers. And my innate hunger for a good fuck after another. Simple.

It’s hard to pick but I think I have to pick the first time I got barebacked. I was visiting Houston for a conference and went to the bathhouse there. I’d been fantasizing about getting fucked raw for awhile but still hadn’t decided to do it yet when I got my locker there and squirted a wad of lube into my ass. I just knew I wanted to get fucked. I went in the steam room and there was an older guy in there stroking his cock and I went right over and got on my knees to start sucking him. He was covered in sweat and he tasted so good. I looked up at him and asked if he wanted to fuck me. He said yes and I immediately straddled him and kissed him. I could feel the head of his cock against my hole and I was so turned on I didn’t even think about it and eased myself down on to it raw. I couldn’t believe how easily he entered me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt once he was deep inside me. I had second thoughts almost immediately and told him not to cum inside me, which I will forever regret. But he fucked me so good and hard and I never felt as turned on as I did in that moment. He pulled out and shot his load all over me and I was never the same again after that. I just wish he’d bred me.

I was 10 when my pussy was first penetrated with fingers by my step dad. For the next three years when he would play with me he always called it my pussy and only fingered me. I always knew I loved it and wanted more. When he first made love to me I instantly knew what my purpose was. He taught me that pussys needed to stay clean and showed me how to douche. When I was 18 I met my first boyfriend. He was 30 black and hung. He always called it a pussy as well and it made me feel good to please him.

Uh huh, I'm very open to that...

Last month, I was hooking up with an 18-year-old for a week or so. He is a petite ginger who doesn't look of-age (he showed me his id - it clearly turned him on that he looked underage still). I'm not sure how long he has been hooking up, but he was clearly no novice to man sex. I'm sorry he turned out to be such a flake because it would have been hot to have him as a steady fuckbuddy.

Chapter 12: *bloodbroTher shoTs* 💉💉 As my crix bellied jaundiced stud Todd's hot piss continued to stream into my mouth, most of which I was eagerly gulping down, with some spilling out and over my chin and down my torso I began to see an abrupt change in his face. The whites of his eyes that were Hep C yellow were now glowing red with his expression becoming more and more demonic looking as my confusion intensified. Was my Meth/G cocktail causing me to become confused and hallucinate ~ Or was I actually seeing this? After just a few minutes of fucking me, guy number three blew his t☢️xic load up my NEG-cunT, slapped my ASS, with guy number four lining up to take his turn. But, before he could, Todd bellowed; - PiG ... Get up! With four loads of diseased cum deposited into my cunT, my stomach receiving it's first dose of piss, and my body dripping in Meth/G sweat, and piss too, I stood up from my kneeling position in my what seemed to be a confused and hallucinating state. I was also now a bit wobbly on my legs. I held onto the sides of Todd's torso; - Someone seems to be enjoying themselves. For someone who 'WAS' a NEG-Virgin, say what, 30 minutes ago, you are one hell of a pro of a PiG. I think we should all show our appreciation with an official welcome to the 'group'. How about we treat you to a few fresh broTherhood shoTs? You like the sound of that PiG? I was already unable to reply. He let go of me and placed my hands on the back wall for support and left the stage, where several guys all at once jumped on, and my cunT was immediately penetrated with my mouth being impaled on a Dick. This new small group took it in turns to fuck me from both ends, as this stage-spit-roast kept me supported on my feet. Todd got together his two friends Chad and Ian. - I think you two would be perfect to officially welcome him into our group with our special combined shoTs of broTher blood and tina. - Fuck YEAH. Up for sharing my Syphilis with this cute piece of MeaT *Ian replied* - Upto it Chad? Chad replied without words, just a sinister depraved smirk. Ian had a recent diagnosis of Syphilis which seemed to makes his HIV viral load jump from around the 50k mark which he had been for just over a year, to a new 220k. However, Chad was much more advanced. Like Todd the whites of his eyes were also yellow as a result of a few geno-types of Hep C. However, what set him apart from everybody else, is he was supposed to have been carrying the aggressive CRF19 strain of HIV. With an exceptionally high Viral Load of 33 million, and a CD4 of 47 I would stand no chance of leaving the building tonight NEG if he fucked me. As I continued to get mauled on the stage, Todd oversaw the eventual end product of two syringes full of t☢️xic blood, AND meTh; broTherhood shoTs personalized for me ~ The NEG PiG! Ian who was a strong sports guy got onto the stage, and got everyone to step back and let go. He lifted me up, and carried me out of the bar / stage area, and on to 'Sling Room Number 1'. He lay me in the sling, restrained me by my ankles and wrists, blindfolded me, ball-gagged my mouth, put a tourniquet on each arm, and tightened up my nipple clamps. All the while he was PrEP'ing me, my personalized broTherhood shoTs lay on my chest. If my Lew back home wanted to stop me from becoming p☣️z, well, it was now way too laTe! With a huge swarm of parTy goers hovering around me, waiting to fuck the living deaTh into me, Todd picked up syringe number 1 with Ian's DNA and inserted the needle into my left arm. He picked up syringe number 2 with Chad's fuck off nasTy potenT DNA and in went that needle to my right arm. I received my first broTherhood shoT into my left arm. And right on cue the Techno Music that I was dancing to earlier when I gave my short lived show, and that had been playing since, the volume was cranked up so I couldn't hear any other external stimuli. I started my gradual high ascent to the top of this new high, on top of my old high. I guess you could say that thanks to Chad, I was now well and truly P☣️Z! A new virus in my bloodstream, already replicating, and fasT! ☣️☣️☣️🐷☣️☣️☣️

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

Wow ! Fucking hot, great job. Now I wish I had a CUNY boy at my door 😉

Damn it - sounds like I been living a sheltered Life ! I was still young in my 20's and had some friends having sex together - not a Slut yet - like now - I can not refuse a Good looking dick ! I had a friend of a friend sharing his tina , smoking , with me ! My God , I had a Good time having sex with him and his friend ! Following week , went to a party with him ( 9 guys there ) , music , porno , drinking and some good stuff to get high . The Host , my friend went out side smoking tina - love some of the grabbing - soon found myself in the bedroom with the host and my friend . One by one - guys started cumming in - using me - cum dumpster - maybe 10 to 20 loads - do not know but I really enjoyed it ! Now , I am curious trying a Booty Tina Bump - love to try anything at least - Sling , Bondage , Blindfold or Steam Bath House !

Exactly. This site is way too based in fantasy sometimes. ? Maybe thats what most people are here for, and I'm just the odd one out. However I know ALOT of poz guys having worked in outreach, and have had TONS of open and honest conversations with them. Every single one of them has said they would rather be neg, including some very freaky pervy guys. Somehow on here its the opposite and so many think being poz is awesome. Maybe to the minority of guys on here being poz is exciting, however if hundreds of my clients and friends say otherwise, Id venture its NOT, and this forum is just a poz fantasy world. Dont get me wrong, I enjoy hooking up with poz guys, and its kind of a turn on knowing you are doing something "wrong" But thats why Im on PrEP. Because the reality is that life isn't a forum that fetishizes being poz. Life is hard enough when you are healthy and not med dependent. And if you are poz and not on meds, the reality of what happens to you body is scary. Most people have MAYBE five years before all sorts of wierd and sometimes irreversible stuff happens to their body once their immune system is decimated without medication. Colds and Flu's easily kill you, Pneumonia comes out of nowhere and kills you, or almost kills you. you get cancers that you wouldn't otherwise. For many their dick doesn't even work because of circulatory problems. The list is endless. I had a friend die at 29 from a brain tumor because he never sought treatment for HIV. For the two years prior to him ending up in the hospital, he was always sick, could barely do anything let alone sex. He collapsed and was rushed to the hospital, thats when they found out he had almost no immune system, and a huge brain tumor. It was too late, two months later he was dead. Lets not even get into the rejection many poz guys still face. What if one day you want to settle down and no just fuck randoms? maybe you meet the man of your dreams only to find out he doesn't want to be with a poz guy. Is that exciting? To me whats exciting is that today as long as guys take their meds, be it PrEP or treatment we can all fuck whoever and whenever like its the 70's again. Its exciting that we can fuck raw, and feel our cum in another man or his in you. Its exciting that we can do this without fear, and you dont have to be poz to have that excitement.

I was actually raped for real when I was 20 by a brawny air force cadet in full uniform and a very rough demeanor, kind of young convict look - swarthy and masculine but more mean than sexy looking, not a good look in my book An older friend / boss picked him up as a hustler off the street while we were leaving work. The rape happened at my boss/frIend’s apt, while the host had to be in a room isolated to take an urgent phone call for business leaving me behind in the living room alone with the hustler The thug asked to have a shower, and to bring him some fresh towels. I did so, and before I knew it I was in a head lock, pushed against the wall, penetrated without spit or any other niceties. I didn’t have time or the presence of mind to understand what was exactly happening because I was choking in his super strong arm directly pressing on my carotid and literally strangling me. All I could think of was “I can’t breathe” while my mouth was gagged by his other hand. I felt a sharp pain in my anus, nothing like sex, as if somebody rammed me with a bottle or something. He came in me, bareback of course, with a grunt and lasting barely one minute. Obviously he just used me as the naive twink that I was. I didn’t know what hit me. My friend kicked the thug out after I told him about what had just happened I had been introduced to my future rapist as my older friend’s personal assistant, which I happened to be at the time, since my friend was a successful business man and I was somehow his protegee (it was a purely non sexual arrangement and to my friend’s credit he never harrassed me sexually, being a perfect gentleman and also admirably out as a gay man in a country were such honesty can cost you even your life) This all happened in 1991. The Aids holocaust was raging, and I was living in a god-forsaken shit hole in the Middle East. Being gay there guaranteed social and professional ruin. To get tested for Hiv you had to know people as back then tests weren’t widely accessible, much less to a penniless 20yo intern who had been kicked out of home at age 17 by the violent cunt of a father I unfortunately had (he will never be dead enough for me) Somehow, after a few weeks of wallowing in despair, l managed to muster the courage and got tested at the public hospital for std “special cases” (prostitutes, queers and junkies). The contempt of the doctors when I explained my predicament still singes my soul with excruciating shame Yet, the indignity of being looked down by the hospital staff turned out to be a light jest in comparison to the agony of waiting for something like six months for the results to come back from the Pasteur Institute in Paris During this excruciating wait I collapsed silently, unable to speak to anyone about the fear eating me alive, and thus swallowing a nervous breakdown in one gulp I spent all my free time rehearshing my suicide, compulsively counting the steps I would have to take from my bed till the ledge of my sixth floor bedroom window from which I had decided to jump had the results been Hiv+ (miraculously, I turned out to be neg) A few months before me being raped, I spoke for the last time to another good friend, this time one from childhood. Growing up together as classmates and besties, he was the first person that I ever knew was gay besides me. With him I shared, as a platonic best friend but often partners in naughty teen fooling around, our difficult path to becoming adult gay men. That last time I spoke to him was onthe phone, when he told me that he refused to see me “for a last time” before he died of Aids at age 19. He had been very ill for almost a tear, wasting away irreversibly His last words to me were “even if you visit I cannot see you, I’ve gone blind and will soon will go deaf too, so let’s just say goodbye now over the phone while at least I can still hear you” A rape in the forest of farewells

Part Two: The Entrance ********************************************** My eyes took a few seconds to adjust. The room was dark, but not pitch black. A subtle glow of light from the staircase in front of me made just the major details of the room in front of me barely visible. A couch stood in front of me, facing the opposing wall and what looked like a bookshelf or entertainment center. It was a living room, and had just the scent of candle smoke wafting in the air. I heard the door close and felt him come up behind me; he put his hands on the outside of my shoulders and brought his head right up behind mine. "So glad you came, boy. You're going to enjoy yourself. Why don't you lose those clothes?" He stepped back just a few feet as I shucked my overjacket, t-shirt, and track pants, and followed that up by sliding out of my sneakers. I stood there in the near dark with just a tight black jock and socks, having stayed facing the couch with him behind me. He stepped up again and I felt his fur-covered chest press hard up against my back, and a wet, prodding cock push in between my legs, nestling itself between my thighs, slightly forcing my legs apart. God, his ample acorn head felt as amazing as it looked. He wrapped his arms tight around my chest as his beard and lips began nuzzling the back of my neck. "Mmmm, you feel and smell amazing boy. My rock hard cock clearly approves." He kissed my neck, slowly nibbling from side to side, I let my head droop forward as I uttered not a word. His attention was giving my shoulders goosebumps, his hands were playing with my nipples, every now and then subtly pinching them, and I felt the wet tip of his cock ever so slightly thrusting into the back of my nutsack as his head found just that slight opening at the bottom of my jock. He pushed slightly and the tip of his hooded head began to make it a jock for two. My moans could not be misunderstood. "Feel good baby?" Normally "baby" just pisses me off but fuck it, the way I was feeling I couldn't have given a shit. "Oh god yeah, feels so fucking amazing." "Bend forward. I want to taste your hole." I leaned front and propped myself on the back of his couch. He took a step back and I could imagine him smiling at the unsullied pink hole in front of him, the one he would shortly violate, impale, and impregnate. The thought had my rock hard shaft straining painfully against the thin fabric of my jock. His warm breath against my hole gave my knees the sudden shakes. He wrapped his arms around my legs, almost steadying me in place. I heard the sound of him inhaling deeply, and then the wetness of the tip of his tongue touched my skin just below my hole. He licked slowly upward, across my hole, tailing off as he pulled back to dive back in. He repeated his licking motion, slightly harder each time. Soon it wasn't even a licking motion, it was a suctioning as his lips locked around my hole and his tongue began pushing inside. My ass greedily opened for his oral organ. As I moaned in ecstasy. His right hand loosened from around my corresponding leg and reach up to my jock, pulled the pouched upward, slowly releasing first my balls, and then my own leaking hard-on. He let the fabric snap back against my groin, my throbbing member free only for a moment, before his hand slowly wrapped around it and pulled slightly, my foreskin sliding back to reveal half of an angry red head and a pearl or two of precum. I felt a finger touch the tip and swirl around my leaking juices; I throbbed again and a bit more of my man lube oozed out as his tongue pressed deeply into my hole. He continued eating me with vigor, slurping and working my hole hard and deep while he slowly stroked my dick. I had to reach down and grab his hand to stop him; I was getting so close and it was far too soon for me to lose the contents of my own balls. He paused his oral assault, and I felt his shoulder brush my right thigh as his hand switched to his own rigid tool. "Are you ready boy? I'm starting to create a small pool of drool here." Taking another deep breath, I replied "Yes, I want to feel you inside me." He stood back up behind me, and gently pulled me back upright. But this time, as I stood, his well positioned cock head found itself sandwiched between my ass cheeks, just below the entrance to my inner body. Despite my ass feeling incredibly wet from his saliva, I could feel the wetness of his precum as his head slid easily within my crevice, painting my skin with his noxious fluid. He again wrapped his arms around me, his hairy chest again tight against my back as his hood slowed its back and forth until it was right on my hole. He gave a slight push and then it was there; against my hole, almost painfully spreading my cheeks due to its girth, and wet as anything. I knew he was ready to begin his toxic conversion of my young body. But how that painfully large head would make it through my tight ring was enough to give me pause. And then he spoke, almost as if he could read my every inner thought. "Shhh, I'll go slow, but once I start I won't stop until I'm in, and it will hurt as the base of my head finally enters you. But then it will be over and you will feel a pleasure deep inside your body you can't even imagine." And with that I felt him slowly push forward, the tip of his head emerging from under his foreskin as he slowly began to separate my opening, his piss slit ever so slightly entering my chute. His cock flexed and I heard the words that told me there was no looking back. "Mmmm, I just leaked some precum inside you. The start of my toxic seed. I've never taken a pill; there's no regimen for my strain. And there won't be for you anymore, your soft asswalls are already being lined with my death." He pulled back slightly and pushed just a little deeper this time. I knew barely half an inch was inside me, we had just begun. And he pulled back and pushed again, begin a short repeating rhythm. Each time he pushed a little further and my ring separated a bit more. Gradually I felt my hole begin to reach the limit of what it had ever opened to before, and still I knew he barely had half his head in. His rhythm continued each time pushing deeper as we stood there, him holding me tightly. My hole was beginning to feel a slightly painful stretching each time he thrust into by ass, and that pain continued to grow as, with each thrust, more of his massive knob entered me. Involuntarily I began to rise up on the front of my feet, but his bear hug tightened and he pulled me back down onto my flat feet, spreading my hole more than it had ever been before as our opposite motion slammed his head deeper than it had yet been. "Shhhh, we're getting there, don't worry, it will be in soon." My eyes closed and tightened as I tried to ignore what was becoming a significant pain as he pressed even more. A few more thrusts and then he prepared me for what was about to happen, saying "It's time, I'm going inside you now, take a deep breath. It's okay to let out a yell." He withdrew almost completely, and then began his final thrust; he was giving me the final half inch of a nearly two inch head this time. He pushed and slid forward, the stretching beginning one last time. As he again reached my point of discomfort, I tried once more to rise up but he knew I would and held me tightly. The thrust continued and a moan slowly turned into a groan of pain that grew as the pain achieved a level I had never felt. I cried out. "Oh shit, please stop. I can't go any further! It's too much," tears forming and leaking from the corner of my eyes. "Shhh, no stopping, one little last thrust." And with that his hips bucked forward and I screamed out in agony as the base of his head ripped through my opening and my poor, overstretched hole clamped down gratefully on his shaft in relief, no longer past its ripping point. I felt an instant relief from my hole, but a dull ache from my chute as that monster still stretched the soft lining of my rectum. "There we go boy, I'm in. You did it. You have my head inside you, leaking my generous AIDS lube to prepare you for a fuck you'll never forget." My knees, weak and wobbly from his breakthrough, nearly gave out, but somehow his frail body held me in place. Just two inches of head inside me, and another seven inches of shaft behind it, waiting to join its leader in the soft, wet, and warm recesses of a hole that was already doomed. His entrance was complete.

(about five years ago) At the time, I thought I was at the end of my rope. I had just been laid-off from my job and was trying to keep my head above water. I could live off the severance pay for the rest of the year, but losing that job pretty much ended my social life. All of my friends were either still there or had been let go too. I'd get emails or texts from them on a very irregular basis. But I wasn't alone...I had Bongo. Bongo was my German Shepherd and best friend. He was pleased as hell to have me home all the time. We took long walks in my little neighborhood and played fetch for hours. He was as anti-social as I was. He got angry at strangers and wanted to taste their blood. There were a few humans he seemed okay with...my mom, the bible-thumping dude who fixed my sliding glass door and one of the guys at the vet's office. Bongo went through a stage where he refused to eat, and I was taking him to the animal clinic. I usually had to put a muzzle on him so he wouldn't kill the doctor. Embarrassing. However, there was one assistant he seemed to instantly like. He was called a "technician", but really he just did the grunt work there. Mopping up pee. trimming nails and feeding the animal patients. But Joey seemed to be happy with the job. We were both around the same age (late 20's). He was a tall, gangly red-head who still had some freckles dotting his cheeks and nose. Joey knew how to handle Bongo, knew the tone of voice that would calm him down. "Hello, Bongo. Why don't you want to eat? Upset stomach? I get that sometimes. Let's go get you better." The vet had to do some emergency dental surgery on a poodle and couldn't see us that day. It was almost closing time and Joey arranged for Bongo to spend the night there so that the doctor could check him first thing in the morning. "No extra charge. I'll look after him and call you with any updates. He'll be fine, Ross. Bongo is a good boy and we get along." I took the sad drive back home. If you've ever known a German Shepherd you know they are a big presence at all times....with their size and energy. The house seemed so empty and quiet without Bongo. What would I even do tonight? Watch cable news? Read? I just sat on the couch with glass after glass of wine. And worried. I had a small panic building in my chest. Around 9 M, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Ross? Hi, it's Joey. Just wanted to let you know that I took Bongo out for a walk just now and he has the runs. I think he has a stomach bug which is so fixable. I gave him a giant bowl of water and a treat. I think he's going to be just fine." "That's great. Are you there 24 hours a day?" "No. It just seems that way now because we're short of help. The guy who comes twice a night to walk and check on the patients and borders quit. I live nearby and am always willing to get overtime." "That makes me feel so much better. Bongo likes you...and he hardly likes anyone." "Want to come visit him now? I know he'd love to see you." "Now? At night?" "Why not? Plus I could use the company. But only if you can. I'll watch for you and unlock the front door." "Great. See you soon." For whatever reason, I was nervous. I cleaned myself up a little and got dressed. At the last second, I grabbed a t-shirt out of the hamper. Bongo had a great sense of smell and would probably miss my articular odor. Once I got there, I saw the lights were all on. And Joey was standing there, waiting. He wasn't wearing those scrubs the 'technicians' usually wear...he was just in old jeans and a baseball shirt. There were holes in the jeans and I could see one of his exposed knees. Wonder if there were freckles on it? He let me in and took me right back to the kennel area. How did he do this? There were so many hurting dogs who obviously missed their homes. Sad eyes. Bongo saw me before I saw him...and barked joyfully. He looked like he was feeling better. His eyes were happy and bright...so much different than his little neighbors. "How do you do it, Joey? How can be around so much sadness?" "Because I'm good at helping them. And that makes me feel good. I'm glad the other guy quit. He could give a shit. I actually care." "Makes sense. Do you guys still need help?" "Badly. Why? You want the job? I mean, I know you're unemployed, but this can be hard work -- for not much pay." "How do you know I'm unemployed?" He looked down and admitted that one of the ladies at the desk had told him. He must have asked about me. "You'd be excellent at this job. Maybe as good as me. You have the right vibe, and I see you brought an old t-shirt for Bongo." "Yeah. It's not clean. He sleeps next to me every night and maybe misses my funk." "Go ahead and give it to him. I'll unlock the cage." As soon as the door opened, Bongo bolted out and came to me. I hated thinking he thought I was taking him home now. This was probably a bad idea. "Why don't you walk him, while I walk the pug twins. Let's go." It was a nice night in late June. The clinic was in an upscale strip mall and very well-lit. There was a mini-park next to the hair salon, and we let the dogs sniff it out and do their stuff. "If you really want the job, you've got it. Dr. Church likes me and will listen to my opinion. He's like us...he can get inside an animal's brain. I wanted to be an animal doctor when I was in school, but didn't have good enough grades. Kills me. But I have a decent life for the most part. What about you? What are you going to do next?" "No idea. Bongo and I haven't figured out our next move." "Well, you'll be working here for a little while." "I'd like that. There's nothing on TV I want to see anyway." "And you're gay too, right?" Huh? "What? How much did the desk lady tell you?" "Liz has a gay son, and probably just knew. She's not a gossip or anything....I just asked her a lot about you." "Why?" "You don't know? I'm gay too. I've been interested in you and Bongo for nearly a year. What do you think about that?" Um. "Well. I'm flattered I guess. I know almost nothing about you." "You know my name, the fact that I'm gay, a bad student and love animals. What else?" "You have a boyfriend?" "No. I have had a lot of sex with men and a lot of fun, but I'm too odd-looking for a serious relationship." The dogs seemed to be done so we headed back. "You are NOT odd looking, Joey. I think you're handsome." "No. You just see the inside of me. My outside is just red hair and scarecrow body and freckles." "No more putting yourself down in my presence. I don't like it. It's too much the way I think of myself." "You? You're a catch, Ross." I had no more words. Did I like this guy?I did. What do I do next? What do I say?" Once Bongo was inside his cage, Joey handed him my t-shirt. He loved it and immediately made a little pillow with it. I guess this was the end of the night. It was almost 10:30 PM. "He's going to be just fine. I know it. He had a tummy ache and it's better now. You leaving?" "Well...yeah. He's in good hands with you." "But I have go to come back in four hours to do the final walk. Can you give me a ride home? We can hang out or something." Sure. I felt my pulse quicken. "Sounds good. Where do you live?" "Pepper Tree Apartments. It's only a few blocks away. I can just walk if you need to go home. You probably do...I bet you've got a cat." "No. No cats yet. I like them, but I don't think Bongo does." He laughed and got in my car. I purposely didn't turn on the radio so he would talk more. I had a feeling I was in the middle of being seduced. Maybe. "Nice car. Do you date much?" "No. I was never sure how to do it or what to say or where to go." "You're kidding, right? I've had so many one night stands, it's ridiculous. I guess I'm like a tom cat that hasn't been neutered. So I guess you never went to 'Soaks'." "What's that?" "It's the bath house downtown. I spent a good five years going there. Keep your eyes on the road while I tell you something. I have AIDS. Well, not technically. It's still just HIV. Not sure how I got it. I only like fucking - not getting fucked. Doc wants me to start drug therapy, but the animals are the only therapy I need right now. OK. Just park here on the street...the lot is always full this time of night." We got out. The crickets were singing. "You should start taking the medication, Joey. It's basically a cure now." "Basically. Right. I'll take the meds eventually. Why are you so concerned? You don't even know my last name." "It's "Moffet". You think I haven't asked Liz about you too?" He reached down and took my hand. His fingers were so long...like a spider or something. It felt right. "She's okay....just likes to talk. Her husband is a drunk. I bet her life sucks." "Joey -- I like holding your hand." "Feels natural to me." "Completely." "I'm right here on the first level. Hopefully the guys upstairs are already passed out. They party a LOT." His place was simple and clean. Lots of framed prints on the wall. Monet. I took art history in college and liked the Impressionists most of all. Joey took off his sneakers. No socks. There were little red tufts of hair on top of his toes. "I like your place. It's nice." "No, not really. I'm not into 'stuff'. Want some wine? It's boxed, but still pretty good. Called "blush" or something like that." "If you have some, I will." He brought back two way-too-full glasses of pink wine. It wasn't bad at all. "Ross?" "Yeah?" "If I kiss you right now, will you like it?" "Probably, but there's only one way to know for sure." He leaned over and kissed me with his mouth open wide. It was like we were one right then. I tasted him and took his air into my lungs. So this is why everybody liked to kiss...you got to be part of someone with just a simple act. Nobody ever told me. My dick grew five sizes. He stopped and looked at me with his green eyes. "I think you liked that." "Ding,ding, ding...that is correct." I couldn't help but smile broadly. "Wanna get naked? And go to my bed?" "Yeah. I'm wanting that, Joey." He took my hand again and led me into his little chamber. It was as simple and clean as the rest of his apartment. We both undressed and just stood there at the foot of his bed, hugging and groping. I noticed his dick was very fat and long. It kept prodding me in the stomach. Making me weak in the knees. "Lay down." I did. His mattress wasn't so good, but I gave not a damn. He climbed into bed next to me and panted like he'd run a mile. "Wanna touch my cock, Ross? Just to see if you like it?" I didn't just touch it...I kissed the flaring red head of his big cock. It tasted like him. "Oh shit! Yeah! Suck it...just for a little while. Please?" I had no idea what I was doing. Suck on it like it was a baby bottle? I could do that. His dick was just so large and imposing. I had to make an effort. I did as best I could. I could tell he was leaking a little because my tongue was tasting new things. I seldom produced pre-cum. "You know what I have in my balls and in my blood, Ross. We can stop now or...." "Or..?" "You can follow my lead. I can be a little bossy in bed, but I'm giving you an 'out'." "Take the lead, Joey. But can we have a little bit of light. I want to see everything." He stretched out a long arm and switched on a little bedside lamp. Not a lot of brightness, but I could see the red hair under his arms and the freckles on his shoulders. The pubes around his fat prick were curly and red like a clown wig. "Okay, buddy. I'm in charge now. Let's make this count. Ever lick an asshole before? you're going to now." He sat on my face. I tasted the fur first and then the other things -- none of which were unpleasant. Weirdly, he tasted and smelled a little bit like the vet's office. I kind of loved doing this, but I wasn't getting any oxygen. I just kept licking and kissing his hole while he moaned. I could always breathe later. He lifted off of me and I gulped the free air. "Damn, Ross. I'm leaking all over the place. We might not even need lube! Ready to be fucked? Fucked with a sick,deadly cock?" "Oh God yes." "That wasn't really a question." He spread my legs far apart and got in position to do the deed. Right as he was poking around down there, loud music came from the ceiling. The bass practically shook the walls. "I guess your neighbors are home." "Good timing. Nobody will hear you scream when I do THIS!" He thrust that big dick halfway into me and I definitely screamed. Nobody heard me yell 'stop' and 'no'. Joey was grinning like the devil. He was really enjoying this and that made me want to please him more. I was doing this. I was getting my virgin body pozzed. He kept going deeper. The guys in porn movies (I'd seen a few hundred) always shut their eyes tight and looked like they were in agony as they got close to orgasm, but Joey had his eyes wide open and was grinning so broadly. "Yeah! Come in me! I want it!" "Here it is. Ahhhhh! Yes! I needed that." He left his dick inside of me for a minute, looking into my face the whole time. Still smiling. "Thanks, Joey. I loved it." "Sshh. You're bleeding a bit. Let me get a paper towel and clean you up. We can nap for a few hours and then go check on our boy." 'Our'? From that point on, we were connected. It was like a wedding or something because he was a permanent part of my life after that moment. We dated and worked together and he finally moved himself in to my house. Bongo was thrilled...sleeping between two people he liked, loved. I of course tested HIV+ eventually. I could worry about that later. He's outside walking Bongo right now.

I think there are many of us Neg Bottoms that take Poz loads. I started serosorting and then I didnt ask and now I find myself looking for the guys that have Poz in their profiles versus neg or undectible. Just a bigger rush knowing your taking a poz load. BBRT- fucknfeedme

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend—April, 2014 (Immediately after the last post.) I slept for a bit at Steamworks. I’d done four hours of piss play and fucking at the piss party then almost as much at the bathhouse. My body told me it had to rest. Despite the giggling in the hall, the pounding music and the noisy rutting next door, I drifted off fairly fast. I awoke in time to get out before I had to renew. I drove to Ryan’s house, met Alejandro (who was watching a movie with Ryan) and fell into Ryan’s bed. They would wake me before the others arrived. I must have slept soundly for I never heard the fucking happening upstairs. Only later did I learn Ale had left a huge load up Ryan. They woke me—all smiles. We set up the sling next to the double bed just before the last two arrived. Ryan had invited three men, all of whom happened to be Hispanic. Alejandro—25ish, short, cute and worked out. When I said hello to him earlier, I couldn’t help but notice how his jeans clung to his hot looking ass. Miguel and Luis have shown up in these pages before. They are both in their mid-40’s. Miguel is one of the most voracious bottoms I’ve met. Luis has a great cock that keeps his boy happy between the times when he whores him out. Ok. I’ll admit it. I was tired enough, that I don’t remember any kind of blow by blow of how this went down. Ryan has it all down on his blog “Spreading My Legs” in four installments. I know he’s right—for it is documented with four times the number of pictures he has kindly allowed me to use here. All I remember is: A constant back and forth between available holes. Everyone wanting to suck a cock pulled from the latest ass. Five creative guys twisting into any and every position to have great sex. So here’s a photo essay of pigs in heat. I do remember this moment quite distinctly. Luis was fucking Miguel. I warmed up in Miguel’s mouth. And we went right into the side by side fucking. I love watching other men fuck. And we switched asses. I also love watching bottom's kiss as we drive into them. Fucking Ale. Ale riding me. Miguel's turn to sit on me. Ale and I clean up Luis--fresh from someone's hole. Rimming Ale before I dive back in. Miguel sling fucked. Heaven. For all concerned. Getting ready to shoot. That's my cum. I felched it, of course. More...

CHAPTER 2 Cod: I could hear the sound of Dad stripping down, the sound of the shower, and in the sound of the shower door opening and closing. 'Fuck', I thought, 'I've gotta have him now', and so I entered his bedroom, where I immediately encountered a pile of his sweaty clothing which he had cast on the floor. Retrieving his underwear, I inhaled deeply. Fuck! For a moment I thought back to Todd, one of my college roommates who, as a bit of a slob, casually left his underwear scattered about. While Todd wasn’t my first roommate, he was definitely hot, and even more so when we both figured-out the other preferred guys to women. Naturally we started fucking all the time. One of his close friends (I had seen a picture once), I think the guy was an ex or they were sexual at some point, but Todd confessed one night the ex had turned up HIV-positive and it scared him. "Just like that," Todd said "he didn’t want sex, and life got very boring between us really fast; we went from sex a few times a week to nothing. A year or so went by and we were hanging out, a little drunk, a little close and one thing led to another and his bare cock was deep inside me. It was so hot, we fell right back into that old routine of regular bareback sex. Then one day I was at the campus Starbuck’s and almost literally run into his ex, the 'close friend'. I’d never met him but I knew his face and curiosity got the best of me; we started to talk while we waited in line. After some conversation the ex told me he was HIV-positive, (which, of course, I already knew), but then he told me something I didn’t know: Todd was also HIV-positive. He also mentioned Todd had been on meds for several months. Now, I had never seen him take any meds, and Todd has been fucking me bareback, his cum inside my ass, and he hasn't said a word. I feigned empathy and found an excuse to leave, not mentioning, of course, Todd and I were fuck buddies. I was hurt, anxious and a little scared. I loved bareback sex with Todd, but it didn't make sense he hadn't said anything to me. I wasn’t sure what do or say about Todd. Then I thought of all the times I had let random guys fuck me bare without giving it a second thought, which raised the question 'how many times had I already taken poz cock? Why be upset now?' It might be stupid on my part, but I decided there wasn’t that much risk (no more than what has already happened), so I didn’t say anything, and Todd and I kept fucking bare every week until he graduated and moved. None of that hot sex was the same as being next to my Dad, touching his cock and letting him cum inside me. When I left for college I was young, horny and really missing my Dad. I tried to get fucked by as much bare cock as my schedule, and tight hole, allowed. My Father had introduced me to bareback sex, “This is how men bond, Cod,” he said. I never let anyone at college fuck me unless it was bareback. I didn’t give much thought to the risk, except for that bit with Todd. I just wanted to be fucked. And I wanted cum. Dwelling on those memories really got my cock leaking. I take after my Dad, both of us are cut and both of us drip lots and lots of precum, although his cock is maybe a little bigger than my own. A quick finger gets to the tip to wipe up some of my juice and it was in my mouth before I even realized what I was doing. I made-up my mind then and there: it had been too long since I had sex with my Father. Incest. I was horny, I was an adult, I knew what I desperately need: my Father’s cum. Peaking in Dad’s bathroom he is obviously enjoying the hot water. We never shut doors around here, just the two of us, and, from the doorway he was oblivious to huge piece of wood that had taken up residence between my legs. His bedroom had a large master bathroom with one of those large tiled showers that 3 (or 10) people can fit it with an elegant glass door. I walked right in, opened the shower door and quickly shut it behind me before he can barely react. He just looks at me. I looked at him, I wanted him so bad. He looks so hot soaking wet, “You needed a shower after my run, too, huh?” Barely able to speak, I nodded “Yeah…” Noticing my hard cock, he knew what I wanted. Our faces grow closer as we kissed. So good. So fuckin' good. Kissing him always makes me hard as a rock but I also realized I need to piss. Badly. Breaking from our kiss I muttered “Let me at the drain a sec, I gotta go.” Dad, however, continued kissing me. "Dad.. I...," “Its alright Cod. It's just piss, it’ll wash down the drain, I’ve been waiting to feel you near me for you for way too long. Dad keeps kissing my lips, and in a quick gesture moved the shower head towards the side wall so the water wasn’t directly hitting us. I wasn’t paying attention to him and tried to focus, my cock finally went down enough for my piss to start – it came out fast all over his crotch, legs and feet, “it’ll wash down the drain”, I can hear him. He pushed against me and kissed me harder, my flow finally stopped, and my cock is immediately hard again. He pressed me against the tile wall, “See what you did baby boy? You just pissed all over your dad.” he loved calling me “baby boy” when we were close like this. More kisses. He’s pressed against me and we’re full on making out, and then I feel it, the warmth, Dad’s cock is pressed against my chest and he’s taking a piss…. on me. We never did anything with piss before college and I really like where this is going; his piss flow eventually slows and stops, but we we’re too heavily into making out to even notice or care. Dad stopped kissing me for a moment, his eyes on mine, his face close. I looked down at his cock, it was rock hard. I wanted it. Looking at my Dad and we both know what is going to happen; I slowly move down so I can suck the cock that made me. I feel Dad’s hands gently on my head and start to lick and suck him, I can taste his piss, I’m making a mental note about that for later. “Yes, baby boy, suck me -- suck your Dad’s cock. You like tasting Daddy’s piss baby boy?” I groaned a yes, but didn’t remove him from my hungry mouth. He slowly fucked my mouth. I was really moaning -- I loved it when he took charge of his boy. I grabbed his ass and pulled more of him into me. "Oh yeah boy, suck Daddy's cock, use your tongue... just like that." It had been about 4 years since I had sucked on my Dad’s penis and I was hungry, horny and eager. I started to bob up and down on his cock faster so he picked up the speed of his thrusting to match. I tightened my lips around his shaft to coat it with my tongue and saliva, which in turn was moving around his pole in my mouth to show him I wanted it to feel good. "Oh fuck baby boy... your mouth feels so good… I’m gonna cum... don't stop son... don't... FUUUCCCKKKKK!!!" His cock erupted and cum spewed into my throat and I swallowed as fast as I could. The sensations almost had me there, I was leaking precum all over the both of us. He began to pet me, telling me what a good boy I was. I slowly pulled off of his cock and lapped at the head to be sure I didn't miss anything before standing up; he put his tongue immediately back in my mouth. I wanted to cum, but he looked at me, “We should at least attempt to get clean”, he said and moved the shower head back in our direction, we kissed again. I was in love; I was also horny as fuck and my 22 year old cock had not blown a load that day. I really really needed to get off. I relented and grabbed the body wash and slowly washed his body, it was great being so close to him again, I really loved this, and I know he knew as much. Once finished, we quickly dried off and stepped out of the shower, Dad leading me by hand into the bedroom where he positioned me on the bed and resumed kissing me. This time it seemed like a lover’s kiss. I think Dad was falling for me as hard as I was him. My senses were overwhelmed, and my hormones were in overdrive, so honestly I wasn't about to dwell on the morality of our relationship. Honestly, I I didn’t care. We laid down, I was on my back and Dad climbed on me, kissing me hard, our bodies touching. He worked his way down my chest, taking small moments to lick and suck on my nipples and my happy trail. I was thinking how great it was to be in his bed, when my cock entered his mouth, “AHHHHHHHHHH….” A groan escaped me, “Yes, Daddy,… ohhhh damn, I’ve needed this”, he loved it when I spoke softly and called him Daddy. “Ohhhh, Daddy, Ohhhh." He had to know I was getting close. He stopped sucking and worked his way back up to my mouth to kiss me. Damn, I really needed to cum, and Dad was giving me a case of blue balls. Without pausing in kissing me, Dad reached over my body for a second, reaching for the night stand, but I couldn't tell what he was doing. Now on his knees, his legs straddling my chest, he sat up, and looking me in the eyes asked “So my baby boy’s all grown up. Does he need to cum?” All I could do is nod. My Dad’s left hand reached back and found my cock and started stroking. His hand was cool and slick. He apparently had found the lube.

Aftermath and Epilogue I came home sick from work today. My flu symptoms were slightly better but I still felt miserable. Calvin was out sick as well … I wondered if he too was experiencing the “fuck flu.” It was hot thinking he might be but I didn’t really dwell on it. I just wanted to go home and crawl into bed. I got home around 1:30 and headed towards the bed room. Thomas shouldn’t be home until 6 or so… so I could get a bit of rest. Then I heard the voices. Coming from the bedroom. Not just voices… moans and grunts. What the fuck? I tiptoed to the room. The door wasn’t quite closed. I looked through the gap, moving carefully and quietly. I could see Thomas on the bed. He was naked, on all fours, his is ass up in the air. And some stranger behind him. A stranger who was thrusting into him, sinking a hard cock into my husband’s ass. “Take that cock you bitch.” The stranger said. His thrusts were fierce and merciless. The sound of his thighs slapping against Thomas’s ass echoed in the room. “Yeah, fuck me, use my hole.” “Damn your ass is so tight. I’m glad I saw your profile online.” “You like it? You are only the third guy to ever fuck me. I can’t think of anything else… i called off work so I could get fucked.” The stranger sneered. “With that little dick, you can’t do much else bend over and give up your ass.” Thomas said nothing, just pushed his ass back to meet the thrusts. I pushed the door and it drifted open. Thomas’s head shot up and he saw me. The stranger almost fell off the bed in surprise but caught himself. “Fuck! I didn’t know you invited any one else.” The stranger said, slapping Thomas hard on the ass. He tired to me. “Wait your turn… I’m almost done here. Trust me, this ass is worth waiting for.” I shrugged, gave Thomas a little wink, and moved closer to watch this stranger’s dick pound into his ass. I wondered how his cum would taste when I sucked in out of my husband’s ass. Like I said when I started this: I never meant this to happen. I really didn’t. But Thomas and my relationship has changed now and there is no going back. **** I wrote all of that about a year ago. I suppose I felt guilty and this was my confession. I found the papers a few weeks ago and decided to post them here. Thomas and my relationship did change. We tried to set rules for awhile… the “gay agreement” where we would fuck with other guys but only when we were together. That didn’t work: we are both very horny bottoms and it became a competition to see who would get fucked. We graduated to an “open relationship” and it was fun for awhile… fucking anyone we wanted but still having someone to come home to. Over time, however, we drifted apart. We still love each other, we will still get together from time to time (I fuck him or we have a threesome if we can find a top), but Thomas moved out some months ago so he could have a more private space for his hook ups. Calvin and I still fuck from to time but he spends most of his weekend’s ass up in the bathhouse now. I’ve seen him there a few times and sometimes just sit back and watch the little slut take load after load up his hot ass. As Dan had suggested, my flu was my seroconversion. I went in for a test two or three months after that that night with the three of us and the result wasn’t a surprise. Calvin tested positive even before I did. Thomas tested positive just a few months later I sometimes sit back and wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t met Dan that day at work. Would I have stayed faithful to Thomas? Would we still be together? But I don’t think so. I love getting fucked and, yes, I love big dicks. If it hadn’t been Dan getting my own my knees or bent over in that bathroom it would have been someone else eventually. Maybe some day, I’ll settle down again. For now, though, I’m just enjoying life and taking it day to day. The End

Wide open and relaxed. Technically, the best would be to clamp on outstrokes and relax totally on instrokes. But I've never met a bottom who could truly manage to do this except at very slow strokes and I always like to mix it up with mostly a fast, deep pace broken up with some downtempo strokes. I like to dump my load fully penetrated with the boy's outer sphincter clamping lightly near the cock base, but frankly sometimes this can be too intense and I'll need to pull out (which I obviously don't want to do). The best bottoms - like hungry_hole - knows to stop in time and loosen the grip and let my cock spasm inside until I've released the last few drops where it belongs.