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Chapter 16 I took Brandon to a small quiet restaurant a few blocks away. There always seemed to be a fair amount of gay guys there so I thought this would be a good experiment. “So, have you ever been to the city before?” “No, this is my first time. I made sure to study all the maps and public transportation information before I left home. I don’t want to have to depend on uncle Pete. I know he’s not crazy about me being here.” “Your uncle’s a good man. I just don’t think he was expecting to ever have a teenager living with him. Give him time.” “Well I must admit when mom made the suggestion I jumped at it, mostly just to get out of there.” “That bad huh?” “She means well,” he said sounding embarrassed. I was having a hard time reconciling the kid sitting across from me with the description doc had given me. “So do you have plans to look at colleges while you’re out here?” Smooth huh. “Well my high school career wasn’t exactly stellar so I’m not sure I can get in to good school.” “Didn’t care much for school, huh?” “No I loved school. I was just working so much that I didn’t have time for homework.” “Why were you working so much?” I already figured I knew what was coming. “Mom said I had to help with the bills.” Yep. “She going to make it without your help?” I asked. “Honestly I don’t really care. Sorry I know that’s harsh. She couldn’t wait to get rid of me. She thought I knocked up this friend of mine so she was afraid she was going to get stuck with the baby.” Okay didn’t see that coming. “Umm, are you the father?” “Oh god no. That’d have meant I’d have to have sex with her. Yea sorry that was never gonna happen.” I burst out laughing. “Sorry I mean I love her, like a sister so the thought of having sex with her, ugh no thanks.” Hmm interesting. “So what made your mom think you were the father?” “She thought because I looked so much older than I was and I had lots of girls as friends so therefore, I must be having sex with all of them.” “I take it that wasn’t the case?” “Nope, not even close.” He blushed and I started getting hard. “Well I kinda see where your mom’s coming from. I mean most 18 year olds are experimenting with sex and if you had all those girls around you I understand why she thought that you were having sex, but it’s not okay that she didn’t believe you when you told her.” “It’s cool I’m used to it. Oh and I’m actually 19.” “Oh sorry, doc said your birthday was next week.” “Yea no, mom never remembers that date either. I’m sure she told him the wrong date.” He took out his license and showed me. “Well damn son, I’d say she gave you the best birthday gift ever by sending you here.” He blushed. “So your uncle told me you like running and hiking. Are those facts accurate or more misinformation?” I smiled at him. He laughed, “no those things are definitely true.” “Well I usually run every morning in the park and I try to go hiking a couple times a month, you’re welcome to join me anytime.” He looked at me kind of funny, “um yea that’s sounds good.” “No pressure, really. I know I’m an older guy and you’d probably rather hang out with someone closer to your age but just thought I’d put it out there.” “No, no, I’d like that. Sorry I just wasn’t expecting it that’s all. Umm, can I, umm ask you a question?” “Absolutely, fire away.” “Is Matty gay?” I chuckled, “sorry that was rude. I shouldn’t have asked.” “Oh no your fine. Matty’s not shy in the least. He won’t care you asked about him and yes he’s very gay.” “Ahh I thought so.” “Do you have a problem with that?” I asked thinking maybe I was wrong about him. “Oh god no! I’ve just not really been around many gay men before that’s all. I mean I know uncle Pete is but mom always said his life style was disgusting.” “Yet she’s okay with you moving to live with him.” He laughed, as long as I’m out of the way she couldn’t give a shit.” “Well son, you’re surrounded by disgusting gay men now.” I winked at him and he turned bright red. “So you’re a, umm, I mean you’re...” “Yep, I’m a card carrying homo,” I said wiggling my eyebrows at him. “Cool.” “So you wouldn’t happen to be one of us, would you?” I didn’t think it was possible for him to go any redder. “Umm, well, I, umm haven’t really had sex yet so I’m not really sure.” Fuck this kid was so hot. “Well plenty of time to explore and find out just what you like. You do jack off right?” “Oh god yes! All the time.” I chuckled, “so when you’re playing with yourself what are you thinking about?” He looked at me like I was crazy. “Do all guys in the city talk so openly about this stuff?” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Sorry, my friends are very open about sex. I forget not everyone is like us.” “It’s cool.” “So,” I winked at him, “how about it?” “Okay fine, I usually watch bi porn or just jack off to someone I find hot.” “So could be either a woman or man?” He gulped, “yep.” “That’s cool, good for you.” Yep rock hard now. Uncle Pete’s nephew would definitely be playing for our team soon.

6. You want Daddy’s load boy?He said, followed by a picture of a beer can thick cock with a pointed head sprouting from a thick bush of mostly white hair. Yes Daddy!I responded. I’ve got a little bit of time now before work. Probably only enough time to fill your cunt and nothing else. That’s fine Daddy. I just NEED your load. I can’t get off anyway.I took a picture of the cage and sent it. His next response was an address a few blocks away. My chest felt tight but the throbbing in my hole and the slight taste of piss on my lips made my cock twitch against its cage and I knew what I needed. This was another new step, a new level in my journey. I pulled on a shorts over the briefs I had been wearing to keep the plug in my hole. Grabbed a tank top from the floor and slipping into a pair of shoes I left the house as I texted the man telling him I was on my way. In less than ten minutes I was buzzing his apartment and walking up the steps. I hadn’t thought about how difficult it would be with the massive plug slipping in and out of my hole and banging against my prostate but I could feel my briefs becoming wet with cum and my cock leaking into the cage. The daddy opened the door in only a towel, he leered at me and told me to get inside. “Turn around,” he said as soon as I was in the door. He closed the door and pressed me into the wall. He yanked my shorts and briefs down saying, “Stick your ass out boy. Now push that plug into my hand.” I relaxed my hole and let the plug fall into his waiting paw. He growled deep in his chest and I heard him set the plug down and drop the towel. Then his hands were on my hips forcing me forward. His pointed cock head found my hole quickly and he wasted no time. “Nice loose wet cunt. I’ll have to use you more often boy. Fill you up with Daddy’s spunk.” He slammed into me as hard as he could and started to pound me. “Most boys complain that I’m too thick for them, but not a slut like you. A caged up little slut begging random men for loads. I know your kind.” He kept up a deep chested breathy string of dirty talk and he hammered away at my slack cunt. I was whimpering and begging him to use me, begging him to fill me with his cum. Then without warning he did. He just stopped talking and forced his cock as deep as it would go. I could feel my hole stretching a little bit further as the thick base of his cock finally pressed into my hole. The now familiar warmth filled my gut and without thinking about it I thanked him. After a moment or two he pulled out, replaced the plug and spun me round to face him. “Good boy,” he said, “I’ll let you know next time Daddy needs a cunt to breed. Now get the fuck out.” He picked up the towel from the floor and walked further into the apartment leaving me to pull my shorts back on and leave stinking of sweat and cum.

Ben arrived at his new massage therapy office. He needed at least two to three a week to deal with his pain and stress. He was injured in a car accident a while ago and it gave him a bad back. It really only hurt when he was stressed and his job was very stressful. After filling out the required paperwork he met his new therapist. His name was Jason. Jason was a nice looking man with tattoos on his arm and neck. He was also tall and muscular. Of course he was also very good looking. That did not mean anything to Ben. He was, at the time, straight. To Ben Jason was the man giving him a massage. "Take your shirts off and lie on the bed face down." Jason instructed. Ben did as he was told. Jason rubbed Ben's back. It was going great. Ben never had a better and more healing then he had ever experienced. Ben was very satisfied. He gave Jason a big tip when done and he wanted to make sure he got Jason next time. He saw the receptionist to set up his next appointment. The receptionist ask if Jason acted un professionally. "No, why?" asked a confused Ben. "He has a side business that he is not allowed to advertise here." Well, Ben did not care about that. He only cared about getting healthy. After a few days he came back. Ben had another great session. He started to notice the artwork on his arm. There was one that was very curious it was the phrase "POZ PRIDE" in the gay rainbow colors. Ben had no idea what that meant and decided it was none of his business. Ben, once again, left very happy. He grabbed a flyer with the full names of all the therapists on it. The receptionist always asked about any talk of his side business. He said no but he decided to see if he could find out anything. He liked Jason and if he could throw some business his way he would. Ben got onto his computer and did an internet search on Jason. He found the side business. Well, he now knew what the receptionist was talking about. His side business was an escort service for men. His web site said he had a no condom rule. He was a an escort that was for men who wanted to catch HIV. Now Ben understood what the POZ PRIDE tattoo meant. The site was full of pictures, testimonials and there were also videos for a fee. "WOW!" Ben thought. He shut down the webpage. He tries to do other things but was distracted. He went back to Jason's page ant started exploring it for a while. He looked at some pictures and found them kind of hot. Ben went to bed later and jacked off to his thought of what he just saw. The next session he felt different when he was touched by Jason. He felt a little turned on. Ben was glad he was wearing pants or his hard-on might show. Jason asked if he was okay. "Yeah, just fine. You always do a great job." Jason seemed okay with that answer. Ben started spending more time on Jason's page. He saw every picture and read every testimonial. Ben decided to pay for access to the videos. He watched as all kinds of men were fucked by Jason and celebrating receiving his gift. Ben was enjoying these more and more with each viewing. He clicked on the make an appointment part of the site but hesitated. He knew what it means. Was he really going to do this. Yes he was. HE made the appointment. He set up for a meeting for the next day. He followed all the cleaning instructions He showed up at the address and was greeted by Jason. "I knew this was going to happen. I could tell after you first visited my page." Jason said. Ben handed Jason his tribute and Jason responded by giving Ben a strong embrace and a passionate kiss. Jason was only wearing a robe and took it off when he finished with his kiss. Ben could see all of Jason's body now. He had seen it in the videos and pictures, of course, but seeing in in front of him was something else all together. His body are was easier to make out now. There were all kinds of tattoos. He had gay, poz and pentagrams on his body. "Now we begin. We are going to do something special, not seen on the videos you watched." Jason told, no ordered Ben to strip naked. Ben obeyed. He was in pretty good shape himself but nothing like this man in front of him. Ben felt weak kneed. "Kneel down" Jason commanded. Ben did as told. "Worship my cock." Ben did not know what to do so he prayed to this 10 inch icon in front of him. "Good, now take it in your mouth my new bitch." Ben started to give his first blow job. He could not take much as he was so inexperienced. Jason laughed, "we will work on that." Pulling his dick out he said to follow him to the ritual room and strip. The ritual room was lit with candles and he could barley see the what was on the walls. Jason had Ben lie on a bed on his back. Jason then started a weird incantation. Jason seemed to have red eyes. He was not sure if it was the candles or something else. "It is time to begin." Jason started to rub his finger on Ben's ass and pushed a finger in. Jason rubbed his finger inside Ben and made some cuts inside of him. "It is time. From now on call me Master, understand my Bitch and that is your name from now on, understand my Bitch?" "Yes my Master." The Master soon started to push his dick into his Bitch's ass. This was really happening Ben, no now he was Bitch, thought. Taking his first dick was magical. It was painful as it was going in. Since there was almost no lube and his hole was cherry made it more painful. Bitch found he enjoyed the pain. Each inch slowly opened up his bitch cunt. Bitch was loving it. "Please Master fuck me as hard as you can." Master got an evil look on his face. It seemed to change completely. He looked demonic now his tongue seemed longer, his face seemed to be scalier. He was not sure what was going on. Then again he did not care. He just wanted to feel his Master's hard cock fuck him. Master said, "Are you ready to feel it all?" His voice sounded like two people were talking. "Yes" "Good." He thought he was going crazy but it felt like Master's dick was getting even bigger inside of him. He was fucked for what felt like hours, as it turns out it was. Bitch never wanted to stop but it was going to be soon. "I am ready to cum. Soon my death sperm will fill you up and make you a poz like so many others. Are you ready for this?" "Yes my Master." "Good." Then he could feel his hot toxic deadly cum. I felt like a fire inside of him a good one. As his Master finished giving his seed he took a small knife and made a little cut on his hand. he put the blood into a saucer like dish next to the bed. Bitch almost passed out from all of this. As he rested the Master then collected what came out oh Bitch's ass on the same dish. The Master said another incantation over it and then fed the contents to his Bitch. "Sleep now my new servant. You need it. We are just beginning." Thank you for reading this. I hope you enjoyed it. Now I am going to do something unusual. I want you to continue this story. I want to see where the readers here take these two. To me we are a community so I want this story to be community driven.

Chapter 17 We got back Dr. Manning’s office to find an empty waiting room. “Why don’t you just have a seat and let me see if I can find your uncle. I walked down to his office and stuck my head in, “hey doc.” “Hey, how’d it go?” “I have a question for you first. Just what’s his mom really like?” “My sister?” I shook my head yes. “Honestly she’s a piece of work. I tried to help her out when she was younger but she didn’t want anything to do with me, so I stopped trying. Why, what’d the brat say?” “I think you’ve totally misjudged the kid. He seems pretty good and I think him coming to live with you will be a good thing.” “Huh, So he’s not as bad as my sister said?” I started laughing, “so you decided to take her word without giving the kid a chance?” “Oh fuck you’re right. I am so going to hell.” “Oh honey, according to half the world and a lot of our own kind our twisted motherfucking ways sent us there a long time ago.” He laughed, “good point. Okay I guess I should go meet my nephew for real now. Thanks for talking me off the ledge today.” “Anytime. Thanks for your loads. Wish we had time for a repeat but you should get out there. I’m guessing Matty and Chris took off.” “Yea sorry. They weren’t sure how long you’d be.” “It’s cool. I’m going take off. Let me know if I can help.” I said goodbye to Brandon and told him where and when I started my run every morning. I really didn’t expect to see him but you never know. The next morning at 6am I was up and at the park. I looked around not really expecting to see him but was pleasantly surprised to spot him next to the entrance of the park using a bench to stretch. Oh fuck me! He was wearing tight running shorts that had definitely seen better days. Let’s just say they didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Hey Brandon good to see you.” “You’re sure it’s okay that I join you?” “Absolutely, it’ll be nice to have the company.” He saw me checking out his shorts and started to pull them down a bit self-consciously. “You look hot in those shorts. You’re going to have all the guys chasing after you.” “I know they’re a bit old but they’re my only pair.” “Don’t worry about it honestly you look hot but if you want I can hook you up with some other shorts.” “Thanks but you don’t have to that.” “It’s no problem. What do you say we do this.” He shook his head yes and off we went. He was a great runner. His form was flawless. I dropped back a bit, partially because he was really pushing me, damn youth, and partially because it allowed me to check out his amazing ass. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock deep inside those cheeks. I normally wear a tank top when I run so the top of my biohaz tat is visible and about half way through my run I’ll take it off so there’s no mistaking what I’m offering, but I didn’t want to spook Brandon, so today I just wore a t-shirt, not that he’d even know what the biohaz meant anyway. We finished our run and he looked so sexy. He was sweating a lot so he grabbed the bottom of his shirt to use it as a towel for his face. When he lifted it up I got a peek at his tight stomach covered with a layer of fur. Dear god I needed to find someone to fuck and fast. As we were cooling down he said, “thanks for letting me run with you I really enjoyed that.” “Anytime.” “Umm, So you mentioned you go hiking too?” “Yep, a couple hours outside the city there’s are some great trails. I was planning on going tomorrow if you’re interested.” “Are you sure you don’t mind, I really don’t want to get in the way.” “No it’s cool. It’ll be fun.” We made arrangements for where we were going to met in the morning then said our goodbyes. As I entered my building I noticed my favorite doorman was still working. He worked the evening shift so was usually gone by now. “Hey Manny you’re here late.” “Just leaving now. Covered for one of the guys who was running late this morning.” He looked me up and down and said, “Where’s the tank top today? I miss not seeing your ink peek through on your sexy back.” He winked at me. Manny loved to flirt with anything that moved and it was usually just friendly banter but this morning after spending time with Brandon I was so fucking horny I was didn’t even think twice about taking it further than normal. “Oh sorry about that didn’t now you were looking. Here, how’s this?” I took my shirt off and turned my back to him. I heard him catch his breath. When I turned back around I could see he was starting to get hard. “You know, you’re always welcome to come up and inspect my tats more closely.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “if I come upstairs I’m gonna do more than inspect your tats.” I reached down grabbed his hardening crotch and said, “thank god! Let’s go!” The moment the door was closed behind us he pushed me to the floor and ordered me to take his cock out. It was about 7” and pretty thick. I immediately started sucking him off while undoing his pants to get them totally out of the way. “Damn, I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw you man. You’re such a fucking slut, bringing a different guy back to your apartment every night, advertising you’re a bugged up whore on your back for the world to see. Bet you want my strain too don’t you slut?” I was rock hard. I pulled off his dick, dropped my shorts, got on all fours and said, “damn right! Now shove that poz dick deep inside my pussy and make me pay for teasing you with my ass.” He didn’t miss a beat and slammed into me his balls bouncing off my ass. “Harder man, give it to me.” “Fuck yea you like it rough don’t you slut.” “Oh my god yes! Pound me, fucking recharge my ass.” He didn’t last much longer and was soon filling me with his load. His dick plopped out and I immediately cleaned it off. “Damn Manny! Thanks you have no idea how bad I needed that this morning.” “Any time Scotty, only next time you’re fucking me man.” “I think that can definitely be arranged. So you toxic?” “No not right now, I’m undetectable.” “Damn too bad. Nothing hotter than mixing strains.” He had a funny look on his face. “You’re not on meds?” “Nope,” I grinned at him. “Fuck that’s twisted man and extremely hot. So you a gifter?” “Absolutely!” “Damn that’s hot. Been thinking about going off my meds. I have a bud that’s been begging me to knock him up. At first I thought he was crazy but the more he talks about it the more turned on I get. Sick right?” “Yea, you’re asking the wrong person that question. I chased and wouldn’t have it any other way. So I don’t think your buddy’s sick at all and judging by the state of your dick, I’d say your coming around too.” He was rock hard again. “Damn, if I didn’t have to get to work I’d take another load from you.” He looked down at his hard dick and said, “Yea I think you’re right. I’ve got a lot to think about.” I gave him a kiss and hurried to get ready for work.

Part 7 - March 2016 To Byron it appeared Sam was pretty normal since he returned to London in January. Marcus had called to ask them to help out again. Their dance tutor realising it was an opportunity allowed them to skip a couple of lessons for rehearsals. The same dance crew turned up and Jack spotting Byron ran over lifting him in to the air hugging him. Over his shoulder Byron noticed the odd glances between Sam and Kurt, the coolness of how they said hello had him wondering if they had a falling out. Marcus saw the glint in Byron's eye as he went over to say hello and kissed him on the cheek. It was Kurt's voice interrupting them that stopped Marcus from wanting to kiss Byron properly, he had no idea what had come over him. Kurt hugged Byron and was biding his time not rushing in on him like he did with Sam, he was patient and knew in the end he would come running for him. It was almost as if you could smell the sexual desperation given off by Byron. The show was an afternoon gig filmed for TV. Sam was meeting up with his parents who had come in to the city to take him to dinner and catch up. Sam was angry inside and wanted to leash it on Kurt but couldn't do it in front of everyone. Kurt watched as Sam said good bye to Byron who insisted he was fine and could get home easily on the tube network. His opportunity came so easily, there was no way he was going to let this slip by. "Are you going home already?" Kurt asked appearing behind Byron. Byron turned going all shy being so close to Kurt "Yeah, I have classes tomorrow" he said trying to not look Kurt in the eye. "Don't be silly come and hang out, my hotel it is only round the corner" Kurt said quietly "please Byron". He was suckered in so quickly wanting to sex this man "Sure, just for a couple of hours" Byron replied. Byron said good bye to the crew and hugged Marcus then left the building waiting around the corner for Kurt. He appeared 10 minutes later smiling. Kurt was charming and so complimentary to Byron, he need not have bothered as Byron was already in the frame of mind to have wild sex with him. The reception of the hotel paid no attention to Kurt and Byron as they walked through and in to the elevator heading up to the 9th floor. The doors closed leaving the world behind, before the elevator even moved Kurt was on Byron feeling the sexual tension 'fuck Byron I want you' he said in between kissing Byron, spearing his tongue in to his mouth loving the joyful sound Byron made. The elevator pinged and Kurt released a ruffled up Byron. He fumbled with the key card delaying Byron who got inpatient with him. Pushed through the door in to the bedroom the arms of Kurt circled around his body and lifted him effortlessly into the air. Byron's face shot forward to Kurt's mouth kissing him passionately whilst the door was still closing, eventually the lock clicked in to place as Byron was dropped on the bed and Kurt began stripping his clothes and throwing them all over the room. Byron had his trousers and underwear around his ankles and Kurt removed them completely letting Byron remove his top. He ran his hands along Byron's body, up and down round and round, feeling every inch of the perfectly young muscled body. Kurt didn't need any words or even expect any talk, the lad laying on his bed was desperate for sex already leaking precum from his beautiful seven inch cock that bounced around. Kurt leaned over and took Byron's cock in his mouth hearing him groan in delight, he licked and sucked all the precum then moved up to Byron's mouth kissing him deeply. Byron's legs already hitched themselves around Kurt's thighs rubbing against his skin hoping to entice him to get on with the fucking. He took the hint and pushed Byron's legs over his head and spat on his hole several times watching his saliva run across Byron's perfectly quaint hole before diving in with this tongue. Byron squealed at the sensation, unexpecting this move his body didn't know what to make of it but it felt so good. He could feel Kurt's tongue circling his hole and probing depositing saliva and moistening him up. Kurt leaned forward and kissed Byron positioning his legs on the bed and holding Byron's legs over his body he moved his cock to within striking range. He eased the head up against the tight hole and teased it open pushing the head of his cock inside aided by his spit. Byron gasped 'fuck' he muttered and cried, a look of agony across his face as his ass was unnaturally forced open, he managed to mutter the word 'oh fuck' before Kurt's hand covered his mouth as he slowly jabbed and tore his way in to Byron's ass. He gripped Kurt's biceps, his fingers digging in pushing and trying to stop him, he pulled back slightly then pushed forward again forcing more of his eight inches in to Byron, Kurt released a massive moan feeling the ass surrounding his cock, stretching it wider as he went deeper. The fingers burned in to his biceps sensing his pubic hair had touched Byron's ass he pushed the last inch quickly and deep. Byron's body twisted and his back arched, the fingers stopped digging in to his flesh to be replaced by Byron now holding his biceps, his eyes watering from the sheer pain. Byron was hungry for it and he never expected it to hurt this much, but the power and desire to have sex won over and allowed him to endure the pain. Kurt released his hand over Byron's mouth and placed it on his shoulder holding him in place. Kurt moaned as he ground his hips up against Byron's ass 'You want me baby don't you' he asked looking Byron in the eye who nodded 'say it, tell me you want me to breed you' he said teasing Byron with jolts of his cock 'arrggghh' Byron said gripping the biceps again 'tell me Byron' he said again, 'fuck yes, I need it'. It was not good enough for Kurt he wanted to hear Byron say it 'tell me you want breeding Byron' this time he rolled his head back arching his back feeling Kurt's cock moving around inside him 'urrhhh god yes breed me' he replied. Kurt instantly leaned forward and kissed Byron 'I have wanted to breed you for so long' he said looking Byron in the eye and letting his hips begin their work. Byron relaxed his body feeling the a more pleasurable state of sex taking over, the strokes caressing inside his ass gently. Their lips meeting his mouth filled with Kurt's tongue as he sensually kissed him slowly he pulled out and in. His ass nicely adjusting to Kurt's cock his moans of pleasure barely audible, his hand moved around behind Kurt's neck. He felt the change in rhythm as Kurt began to pick up speed and fuck Byron even harder, Byron's hands grabbed hold of Kurt's hips almost pulling him in deeper. Kurt stretched his body up allowing his hips to slam hard in to Byron who cried and begged for more. He went back to kissing Byron again, never once missing a beat with his cock that was deep inside. Kurt repeatedly stretched his body up slamming hard two or three times then back to kissing and teasing Byron driving him wild in pleasure. Kurt's balls ached wanting to explode, this was no ordinary fuck, he felt connected with Byron. He strained trying to control releasing to early but his 5 day pent up load wanted to breed. Grabbing Byron's hands he pinned them above his head and leaned forward, Byron gasped and moaned as Kurt began rapidly pounding, precum tinged pink trickled out as Kurt held him unrelentingly pumping harder. Suddenly Byron rolled his head back again his body twisting, Kurt felt the twitching in his ass and knew Byron was going to orgasm. He cried and grabbed Kurt hard around his neck, he cock spewing copious amounts of seed across his chest and bed, his ass muscle twitching intensified and brought Kurt over the edge and he slammed in deep and hard catching Byron off guard. Kurt looked down at Byron staring deep in to his eyes 'fuck yes baby, gonna breed ya good' he said, his cock began rapid firing his five day load, the toxic load shot out splattering against Byron's anal wall hitting the fissures and tears coating them in his toxic semen. His orgasm lasting nearly 30 seconds, his body tensing every time he released forcing his cock deeper before his balls stopped contracting and relaxed. Kurt slowly massaged Byron's ass allowing him to feel the cock inside of his body. Byron wiped his watering eye, panting heavily he held on to Kurt whilst he nursed the seed deeper in to his body. Kurt collapsed on top on Byron and slipped his arms around him, he smiled looking at Byron where they laid enveloped around each others bodies. He stroked Byron's face 'perfect gift for a perfect guy' he said kissing Byron hard. His two hours turned in to an overnight where he ended up taking 4 more loads before he had to call time from a painfully sore ass. Byron walked along the street approaching the flat a different person, he couldn't believe he behaved so slutty last night and begged to be fucked time after time with Kurt. The man was an animal he laughed to himself putting the key in the door. He showered and went to his first class, Sam had already left and he wondered how he was going to explain his absence last night. Sam never questioned or asked about that night but he did wonder if his friendship was cooling off with Byron. As the summer come around Byron was doing a 2 week run in a singing and dancing show incorporating tap. As much as he tied to persuade Sam to audition he flat refused reminding Byron that his tap was no where as good. Sam's first love of dance was ballet and he was doing two performances a week in a production of Swan Lake in Hammersmith that was to run for 5 months. Byron sat at the audition that May afternoon, fanning himself with a brochure feeling uncomfortably hot. For the first time he failed an audition as his voice gave out after the first verse of the song. He apologised and said he appeared to be coming down with a cold and left for home. Sam walked in to find Byron vomiting in the toilet. "That's an extreme way to maintain your figure" Sam joked before he realised that Byron looked sick. Byron walked back to bed "Reckon this is flu I have got?" before remembering Jack's warning about Kurt. Sam sat on his bed "I've seen those symptoms' before" he said in a quiet voice. Byron looked over at him "What is it?" he asked. Sam shuffled on the bed "Have you had sex with anyone?" he asked feeling embarrassed. Byron looked at Sam and nodded "Yes, it was a mad moment, we didn't even discuss condoms". That was enough indication to Sam that Byron was gay "Oh Byron" Sam broke down crying and hugging him. "What's that for?" Byron asked looking at Sam. Sam wiped his eyes "I didn't know for sure if you were" he said "gay I mean". Byron held Sam's hand "Are you then, as I could never really tell?" he asked Sam nodded and looked up at Byron "I think you need to visit a clinic" he suggested. Byron looked Sam in the eye and nodded "I think I have contracted HIV" he said. "Do you know who it was?" Sam asked Byron getting off the bed and fetching some clothes for Byron. Byron nodded "Yes, I spent a night with Kurt" he confessed. Sam looked at Byron "A night, well at least yours wasn't a 15 minute fuck in a toilet cubicle" he said. Byron stood "Oh" he replied then looked at him "Oh my god did you and he as well?" he asked Sam nodded "Yes when you and Jack went out for dinner that night and left us in the studio". Byron put all the pieces together and hugged Sam hard. Two weeks later Sam hugged Byron who was having a breakdown receiving confirmation that he had indeed contracted HIV. Byron had decided to hold off medication until he needed to go on it, in his anger he fired off a text to Kurt releasing his anger and warning him not to come near Sam or him again. Sam was enjoying sex on the odd occasion at weekends, importantly his friendship with Byron was stronger than ever. Both wanted each other but neither would broach the subject, instead they both landed work up until December. Sam walked in to the flat after finishing to find Byron sat on his bed miles away "What's wrong?" he said Byron looked up "Nothing" he replied "well sort of. It's Stefan, I have to tell him but I am worried". Sam sat down next to him "I thought he loved you unconditionally, isn't that what you said?" he replied. "Yeah, but this might put a wall between us" Byron said wiping his eyes. Sam looked at him "Did... I mean well, you and him?" he asked trying to find the words. "No, god no" Byron chuckled "he is straight I told you that" he said trying to keep a straight face. Sam laughed "Yeah but he dumped his girlfriend for you. So you never did anything?" he asked again Byron shrugged "Maybe, but not sex, we sleep together and he sort of kissed me once with a chocolate" he smiled. Sam slapped Byron's leg laughing "Come on lets go out and eat I am starving".

I don't have a moral compass - always up for anything. At about 11 pm, I got a message on Grindr asking to come over for cuddles. I go along. Matt - 40, white, runner's build, hairy, black hair, brown eyes, handsome - opens the door, looking all cute in his spex and jumper with yellow geeky socks and cute underwear showing a big bulge. I follow him to the bedroom, a bit surprised that the main room's door is closed. After about half hour of kissing and cuddles, Matt asks if I would like some G and T. We are in our underwear and socks by then, trying to keep warm in November cold. Me: You don't mean Gin and Tonic, do you? Matt: Haha, no. I meant GHB and methamphetamine. They get you high. Me: Sure - sounds fun. Matt: Cool. Let me get some from the kitchen. Oh, and by the way, my roommate is there in the living room with his friends. Don't worry they are just chilling and won't be an issue. Me: Cool. Matt gets the stuff. Matt: Here, drink this. It will taste awful, but will feel good. cheers Matt: This is a waterpipe. I will heat up the T and you need to suck as much as possible Me: Haha, suck as much as I can, eh? (I say brushing his chest) Matt: *chuckles* Here you go I suck in for a while, chest puffed up. I exhale and say, "interesting" Matt: What? Me: I can feel something, not sure what. I am sort of controlling so I usually end up drinking loads for me to be buzzed haha. Matt: Just take a few more, it will be fine. Trust me. I am here He smiles his cute smile. I cannot believe a guy as cute as him is standing next to me, smiling, half naked. I take a deep breath, and do a couple of more puffs. Matt: How do you feel? Me: Good. A bit swirly. Want to get on bed? Matt: Yea. Let me blow a few clouds too. He does a few, and gives me more. I start kissing him deep. Tongues deep in his mouth, sloppy wet kisses, I moan and feel his butt Our cocks getting hard and rubbing each other. I become brave and reach inside his underwear and give his cock a hard squeeze. I let out a moan as he moans, feeling his beercan. He takes my hand out and I look at him questioningly. Me: All ok? I am so fucking horny now man. Look. I point at my boner Matt: yea. Just thinking how to make this better. I think we should slam. Me: eh? Matt: Inject T. Its so much better than smoking. Me: Umm...I don't know. Is it safe? Matt: Yea, just fun man. I know how to do it. We don't have to do it, but I would like it if we do. So, babe? Me: Sure. Matt: Yay! I will get them ready. He takes a few syringes out and opens them. Fills them up with the powdered T. Tells me he will give me a 0.2 and he will do a 0.4. Me: You might as well give me 0.4. I have handled it well so far right? Matt: Sure! He asks me to hold my arm out. Ties a tornique. Asks me to close my eyes. Matt: Sharp Scratch. And its done. He releases my torniquet and asks me to raise my hand up and put pressure on my elbow. Me: wow. I definitely feel something. Matt: No cough? That's impressive. Sure its your first time? I am speaking quickly now, chattery. Me: Told yea...mmmhmm....mmhmm...controlling.... My hands are wanking my cock. Matt: Ok Hold still for just a min. I do as I told. Matt: Haha don't shake your leg and take a deep breath. I do so. Matt slams me on my other arm all of his. Me: FUCK! I start breathing heavily. Body shaking. Sweating. My hearing goes robotic. Vision blurry. Matt: Feels good? Me: yea. I donnow. You want to have sex? I say, playing with my nipples. Matt: Sure - I will be back in a min. I have to do mine. I lay on the bed on my fours. I hear a few coughs from the living room. My brain trying to control and make sense of it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reminding myself to enjoy this. I feel energetic waves just travelling all over my body. My cock is leaking prekum. I take my underwear off and spit on my hands and rub it on my crotch. I keep moving - holding still is not an option. We need to do something. Matt comes in and leaves the door open. His expression crazy and eyes wide too. He comes on the bed, slaps my ass, falls on top of me and starts kissing me. Arms around my neck. Matt: I am going to make you a little piggy babe Me: Mmhmmm. MMhmmmm. Yea. MMm ...Fuck. I cannot mmhmmm mhmm hold still mhmm...Is this normal mm hmm mhmmm..? Matt: Yea babe. Once you are busy your mind will shut up. How about you get on your 4s and suck me? Me: Sure I turn around so quick. My ass sticking out in the air facing the door. I start sucking Matt's big beercan cock. I slap it around my face a bit and look at him. He looks back and slaps my face slightly. Then he holds my face and shoves his full 10" in my mouth and holds me there. I try and revolt but his grip is hard. A slap on my ass distracts me. He lets me go and my face is smeared with saliva and his precum. He holds my face again and this time makes me go slowly on his cock. I come up for air. We kiss. Matt: Lets give you another G. Me: Sure. I gulp it down. Matt: You trust me? Me: I smile and say yes. We kiss again. He stands on the other edge of the bed. I go down on him again, ass up in the air facing the door. He keep slapping my ass. Then he holds my face tight and as I struggle, I feel something cold and burning at the same time in my ass. My hands are pinned down and by this time my ass is on fire. He releases me, slaps my face with his cock. Me: Whh...mm..at? Matt just smiles. And a big cock shoves inside my ass. I moan and he shoves his cock up in my face. I moan. He lets his cock out of my mouth. Matt: You don't mind that my friends have sex with us do you? The guy behind me, Aaron, is fucking me super hard at this point. Me: You ...mhmmm. should have...mm.....oh yea....all good....mmm... My hands are released and I put them down and just enjoy and let out moans as I am fucked. Aaron pulls out, and after a few seconds I feel a bigger, thicker cock in. I look up and see Aaron for the first time - 35, jock, smooth, and his 8" smelling of my ass. Aaron: Hi slut Me: Mmhmmm. Hey. Aaron: Suck my cock bitch. Matt has started to fuck me super hard, opening my hole. Laughing and calling me his boi. This goes on for a while. They stop, turn me around. And smile. Matt: Feel good? Me: Yea. Fucking my hole is on fire. My mmhm..head is spinning mmhmm. And I want mmhmmm to be fucked please mmhmm - deep, hard, bad, rough. Fuck. Aaron: Good boy. You will do anything we say won't you boy? Me: Yes please. I start to finger myself. Matt: Haha, little slut. Here, drink some juice. I gulp down a glass. Matt: Let's take him to the living room. Aaron helps me up. Bends me over quickly. Shoves his cock in at once and takes it out. Puts a plug in. And then drags me to the living room. Matt: Gents, this is our slut for tonight. Twice slammed. Once booty bumped. And he would like to be fucked. I look at everyone, and try to smile. Wipe my forehead. Aaron keeps firm at the plug. One of the young boys there, 20, skinhead, throws me a towel. Pete: Name's pete. First time high? Me: Mmhmmm Pete: Like it? Me: mmhmm..Yes Pete: Want my cock? He wacks out his 9" thick cock from his shorts and slaps it in his hand. Me: Yes please. Pete: Get on the sling! I notice at the other end there is a sling. I had only seen it in porn till then. Aaron and Matt help me on the sling and don;t let me take the plug out. The oldest man there, Paul, gets up and takes his shorts off. Paul: Destroy him? *smirking to the other 3* They nod yes. Paul: Boy, you are going to get your ass gaping tonight. My eyes go wide. Trying to make sense and protest. Paul: You know you got fucked bare right? Without a condom? I gasp and try and get off the sling. Aaron and Pete hold me. Me: Oh mmhmm...shit...mhmmm..I am ..mhmm...neg...Are you mhmmm? Paul: Yes, we all are. Me: Mmhmm....oh phew! Mmmhmm...condoms now? Matt: Babe, you want one more slam? Me: I mhmmm...don;t know......you decide mhmmm.... Matt: Aaron, Pete - you slam this slut. Pete and I will lube his ass up. Matt hands me a drink. Here, drink. Pete helps while I gulp it down. Aaron and Pete slam me together. I cough and my eyes roll. All voices become blurry and I my hole feels so warm. I let out a giant moan. Me: Fuck me please. I hear a few laughs. A few coughs. My head is spinning and all I know is that my body is on fire and all I want is to be fucked. Paul, Pete, Aaron and Matt all start to piss on me - Aaron on my head and body, Pete in my mouth, Matt and Paul on my ass. Their piss goes in as the plug has openings on both sides. Me: Oh fuck. In the background, I hear - smile, you are on camera bitch. All I know is my my head is in grips in Aaron's hands and I am sucking his cock. Someone is playing with my nipples - pulling them. And that the plug is out and my ass is being fucked hard. This lasts a while, the cocks in my ass and mouth replaced as they take turn. They pull me off the sling, put me on my hands and knees. I am licking someone's feet and there is more piss. My face is yanked up and down as they like and a cock is shoved in my throat - it all tastes bitter. Matt finally comes beneath me and kisses me. Someone's cock is completely inside me and we stop moving. He looks at me and says: Matt: Good cuddles? Me: *Trying to make sense of it all, body on fire, loving the cocks* Yea ...mhmmm...different....but feels so ....nnhmmm...dirty Matt: Should we stop? Me: No Please. Matt: Good boy. You wanted to be a slut, didn;t you? Me: Yea..mhmm..I guess. Paul slaps my ass. Me: Yes. Matt: I knew it. We are going to take care of you boy. You don't want us to stop right? Me: No. Matt: Even if we want to fuck you without condoms? Me: mmhmm...guess its ok.....mhmm...you are all neg....mhmmm Matt: We can stop. Me: No, mhmm...is ok. Matt: Good slut. You care that we have pissed on you? Me: It...mhmnn...was bitter....and my ass...is burning...mhmmmm.But it made my head spin. Matt: You will do what we say, yes? Me: Yes sir. Matt: You want your hole open? Me: yes sir Matt: You want raw cock, don;t you? Me: mhmmm Matt: You don't? Me: I guess.. Matt: Say it slut. He chokes my throat and Paul slaps my ass hard. Tears come out of my eyes Me: mmmhmmm I .... Pete: Let's make this boy a bitch. Aaron and Pete slam me again and I just start to shake and give in Me: Please let's fuck Matt: You want raw cock? Me: Yes please let's fuck Matt: Good slut Aaron hands me a drink. Pete goes and pisses on my ass and Paul comes and starts to fuck my face. Matt and Pete both put their cocks in my ass. I moan and scream but Paul holds my head and pisses down my throat. Matt;s hands are on my nipples and Aaron is helping stretch my ass. I am double fucked in turns, Matt's cock always in me. Me groaning like a wild animal. Me: MMhmm..Yea..Fuck me...yea.. Paul: Fucking bottom slut Pete: Bareback whore My ass is red Me: Fuck me...mmhmm...yea Matt: What do you want? Me: I want more cocks in me. Fuck me..mhhmm...harder...faster...mmhmmm Matt: There's my slut. Say it into the camera Me: Fuck me..mhmm..please Fuck my hole. Fuck me bareback please Matt: Yea? Bareback slut? Me: Yes please? I start moving but they hold me and pull out. They get me on the sofa on my back. Paul sitting on my face with his cock. Aaron starts to put fingers in while Matt holds my cheeks apart and Pete is filming. Pete: Yea, he is a slut all right. Filthy little fucker. PIggy going to take his first fist I don't even say anything. I keep trying to take more of Paul's cock in my face. He pulls out and slaps my face with his cock. Sits besides me and makes me sniff his pits and lick them. Then he makes me lick his man hole. Then he stops and holds my head in a grip and says Paul: The camera needs to see your twisted face, slut Me: I look at the camera Paul: You like being a bareback slut? Me: Mmhmm..yea...please don't stop. Matt: We are going to fist you boy. With that, Aaron starts to push deep. I moan and writhe. Paul holds me down. Aaron pulls out and pushes back in. Making a swish sound. He does that over and over. I moan and writhe. Pete keeps the cam on my face and asks me to keep looking at it. Aaron goes gentler this time. Paul is holding my legs back and Matt is still holding my cheeks apart. Matt spanks me hard all of a sudden and Aaron's fist goes in. I let out a moan and try and arch my back but Paul holds me down. Aaron keeps still. Matt lets go and starts to piss all over my cock, lifting my ass up slightly so it goes in above Aaron's fist. I lose it and make nonsensical noises. And Aaron takes it out and pushes back in again with force. I keep making noises. Paul: He is flying hard. Look at the boy. He smiles and kisses me. They turn me around. Put me on my fours. Pete sits in front of me. Aaron handles the camera. Matt and Paul behind me - starting to stretch my ass and putting few fingers each. Pete starts to call me a faggot slut and slap my face with his foot. he starts to use my mouth to clean himself - his feet, legs, ass, hole, cock, balls, pits, lips. Paul and Matt keep stretching and have 4 fingers each in me at this point. They take it out and Aaron slides down so his feet are on my face. Matt lies down so his crotch is touching Aaron's crotch and his face between Aaron's. Paul and Pete help me up so I can squat. They push me down and pull my cheeks as they are doing so so both of their cocks are up my ass. I let out a scream and Pete shoves his cock in my face. Pulls me so now I am holding him by the legs. My knees are almost on the sofa. Both cocks in me. And I feel Paul trying to put his in. I shake my head. Me: Mmhmm....no please. Pete slaps my face. Pete: You are a slut boy, you will do as told. Me: Mhmmm...Hurts ...mhmm.please Matt and Aaron push me off them and I fall on my stomach on the sofa. They slap my ass hard and get up. Time for a break!

If a bottom will all knowingly after discussion invite and allow a Top to be inside of his cunt RAW, then he WILL be getting bred. Personally, I never use condoms, and NEVER pull out. My seed is always dumped inside, and dumped in as deep as my Dick will reach!

Went to midnight mass because there was a hot guy I needed to lock down as my next victim

Making My Dreams Cum True I went to a leather bar in New York, dressed in my leather chaps, vest and cap. I had been there several times, hoping on each occasion to hook up with one particular very hot Leather Man. We had eyed each other a few times, but nothing had happened. This particular Friday night I intended to try harder, so I wore a worn, tight pair of 501s which displayed my tight ass quite well. Shortly after entering the bar, I headed to the men’s room, and in the process brushed-up against him as he lounged against the bar. Sure enough he followed me into the restroom, and stood at the urinal next to me. Naturally, my cock immediately came to attention and, upon noticing it, he drawled “Boy, that cock sure looks good, and your butt looks even better!" I replied “I’d sure like your cock to know my tight hole better.” Giving me a somewhat sinister look he asked “You bareback?” “Well, I’ve never been barebacked, but you’re so hot I think I just might. If you’re safe.” “Yeah, I’m safe,” he replied, and with that we agreed to meet the following night at his place. Finally Saturday night arrived. All day I had been both excited and leery of barebacking with him, but the thought of playing with him took control. At least that’s what my asshole seemed to be saying as it twitched throughout my day time activities. When I arrived at his apartment he gave me a drink to relax, and it definitely worked. In short order I was so fucking horny I don’t think I had ever before felt so excited. Looking back, I’m sure he had spiked my drink, just to put me in the mood to have my neg hole used raw. He took me down into his dimly lit dungeon where a leather sling hung next to a leather draped which was illuminated by two large candles on opposing sides of the table. He instructed me to lay in the sling. I eagerly complied, and within seconds found myself restrained. He opened a drawer which was filled with toys. My cock remained rock hard as I anticipated the pleasures that were before me as he selected a large dildo and slowly worked it up my quivering hole. Man, I was utterly overwhelmed in sexual excitement, and naturally wanted more and more, so I was not all that surprised when I found myself begging for his raw cock, which only made him ply my hole all the harder. Even so, after thoroughly loosening up my ass, he slowly and deliberately removed his leather cod piece, and then lowered the sling so he could straddle over my mouth, ordering me to slowly lick his cock and announce my desires. So I found myself speaking to his cock, telling it I wanted, no, I needed hot cum in my hole. Slowly his cock began to rise. Damn, it was unbelievably large – perhaps as much as nine inches of pure man muscle, when fully erect. Fuck, I needed to be fucked. Perhaps reading my mind, he raised the sling into position over the leather draped table, and positioning the candles to provide the necessary lighting, he used a pre-prepared turkey baster to insert a white liquid into my ass, pausing briefly only to explain the liquid was cum that he had saved-up just for the occasion. Damn, I was so ready to receive his hot hard cock deep within my ass. Involuntarily I found myself begging to feel it, and to my pleasure he positioned himself at the entrance to my hole and whispered “What do you want?” “My ass full of your cum,” I whispered in reply. He slowly worked his cock into my ass, sliding it in and out, preparing it for his eventual assault. “This is only the beginning,” he advised as he varied his pace and the angle of insertion, giving me a wide range of sensations to enjoy. As the tension increased, again I found myself begging for his load, but he cautioned me saying “Not so fast. You’ve gotta earn the right to enjoy my gift. And that means I’m in charge.” With that he withdrew, and inserting the turkey baster again into my ass, he forced additional cum into my hole, but this time he used a small brush to work it in deeply. Fuck, what a feeling! To be filled with man cum, lubing my hole in preparation for his raw cock. Damn! It was like being fucked for the first time, all over again! After he had vigorously abraded my hole, the brush bristles were pink with my blood. “Your hole is ready to receive my man cum. Is this what you want?” “Absolutely,” I replied. My hole was in desperate need of his cum. With that he pushed his rock hard cock deep into my ass. Again he asked "What do you want?" “Your cum,” I replied, as he fucked deeper and deeper. “Again,” he demanded. “I need your cum, Sir." “Well then, you will receive it. If you truly want the seed of lust, Boy. You do know what I mean, don’t you Boy? "Yes, Sir, your seed,” I replied. “You know my seed is special, don’t you, Boy. That it’s charged hot seed. You want my special seed in your hole, don’t you, Boy?” My hole twitched and tightened on his cock in acknowledgement. I was absolutely ready to be blessed with his seed, but he slowed the assault on my hole, and delayed gifting me, asking yet again “Are you willing to take my poz load deep into your ass and to be almost certainly be converted?” My hole relaxed as if to let him drive his cock home Damn! I was gonna get a poz load! My hole rejoiced with excitement beyond anything I had known before. I looked directly into his intense eyes and shot my final neg load all over myself as, with a final thrust, he announced “As you wish, Boy. Here’s my poz seed!” blowing volley after volley of his charged load deep into my ass. The next weekend, four of his friends would each blow his load into my ass – just as a reward to me for being such a good bottom boy. Ah, if only in my dreams!

Last weekend, I had posted about getting three loads from three different guys while I was on an out-of-town shopping trip. The first guy and I have chatted on apps off and on for a couple of years. We live and hour and a half apart, and neither of us can reliably host at home. I haven't been willing to put a lot of effort into making a first hookup happen with so many logistical issues. Last weekend, we both happened to be visiting a larger city that is in between our homes, and he just happened to be able to host as he was alone in the apartment where he was staying. We had a great hookup, and now that I have met him face-to-face I was willing to put a little more effort into making things happen. There is a lake house in my late husband's family; they are still trying to decide what to do with it, and I happen to have the only key. It's two and a half hours from me, but it's near where he works. We planned a hookup for after lunch today. He is a 30ish light-skinned black guy with a tight, lean build and a thick full beard. He has beautiful cut cock that is about 8" long and 7" around. He is also totally into chubby, white bottoms. Our last hookup was rushed because he only had a brief window for hosting. Today we were able to take our time. We got naked and cuddled a bit just rubbing our bodies together. I asked, and he told me he wasn't much into kissing which was a disappointment. He rolled me over onto my back and licked and sucked and worked my nipples; he also spent a long time caressing my big belly. Then he rolled me onto my belly and rimmed me like he was a starving man. He reached over and grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He also grabbed my poppers and tossed them to me. "You're going to need these." He then proceeded to fuck me in every position imaginable for about two hours. He is very strong and very flexible. He put me like he wanted me and then pounded the fuck out of me. The hardest part was trying to keep myself nice and open for him; he wanted my hole as slack as possible. He was pounding me so hard that it was easy for me to reflexively tense up, but he kept reminding me to stop pushing him out. I called a time out and got a rag to put poppers in which helped me keep myself loose for him. He even had me ride him a bit which I actually enjoyed for once. He really got off on my talking about "his big black dick" in "my tight white hole" - he was very specific about that wording. As things were building in intensity, he suddenly grabbed my face and began making out with me aggressively; it was really hot to kiss after him saying it wasn't something he did. We continued to make out off and on for the rest of the fuck. Eventually, he had me so sore that I was loosing the ability to keep it as loose as he wanted. He pounded me long and hard one final time until he shot a huge load into me. As he was breeding me, he went deep enough that I felt him banging into that second sphincter I have heard people talk about on here which was painful. He shot so deep that only a few drops leaked out. Like I told him, it was one of the best fucks I have ever had. We are going to try to hook up again soon. I even got a goodbye kiss as he was leaving.

Indianapolis—November, 2019 Sometime in the course of my first meet with Marshall, (here if you missed it) we talked about lube. We both agreed that our preference was another man’s cum. By the time I had shot deep into his talented manhole, we were talking about a meet at one of the bathhouses to get him lubed up for me. Later that night, when I texted him my thanks for the first fuck, we mentioned it again…and set it up for early in the next week. We both wanted it. A lot. We decided on the Works as we wanted the public sling. I got there first, knowing he had an appointment before our meet time. The whole place felt busy. The parking lot was crowded. I paid, stripped and thought I would take a steam. And check out the men. I go in. A cycle of steam has just stopped. Naked, I move cautiously through the misty blackness and turn the corner. Five men are having sex. One man is on his knees sucking a seated man who I can’t see with the clouds of mist. Another man is bent over and sucking a cock while getting pounded by a third. I sit near the trio. The man in his mouth shoots. The pig swallows and moves over to my lengthening cock. I catch the eye of the man pounding him, a graying African-American, who seems to be throwing him a great fuck. The fucker groans—did he get off?—I can’t tell. He pulls out and leaves. I want to taste the middle guy’s hole, but he stops sucking me and follows the man out. Instead, I get some head from some new comers. I return the favor. The steam starts up. Halfway through the cycle I feel like I am overheating. I step out, covered in sweat. The cold air is a shock. I move to the sauna to dry off. The same bottom is now sucking on the African American. The top smiles at me and I sit near him. He finally pats his sucker’s head and says he needs to take a break. He wraps his towel around himself before I can see his dick. I tell him I have a friend coming in about 20 minutes with a terrific ass and that I would love to tag team with him. He nods and sort of shrugs. He grins as my erect cock drools with the thought of it. * Marshall seems to be running late. When he isn’t in evidence right at 2:00pm I go to my locker and check my phone. Being a considerate pig, I have a text saying he’s going to be 20 minutes late. I don’t mind for I’m having fun—getting head from all sorts of men and occasionally sucking some dick myself. I have turned down one offer of ass as I want Marshall’s to be the first of my day. I go back upstairs and do a little more. But now he’s later than his text. I am concerned—not that he won’t show, but that the crowd of men is thinning. It seems like a very 12 to 3 kind of group. I check my phone again and his room number pops up. I go upstairs and find the room. It’s right on the corner—everyone has to pass it to get downstairs. Perfect. We greet each other and the next words out of my mouth are “On all fours.” He rolls and presents his ass for my inspection. I spread his cheeks, lean in and spit on the hole. Marshall does a quick intake of breath from the sound and the gob landing on his pucker. I kneel and tongue it deep into his pliant hole. We already have the first onlooker watching from the open doorway. I make a show of reaching up and pulling the cheeks apart again. My tongue goes deeper and Marshall moans and grinds his ass back against my face. I stand up and slap my wet cock against his hole. I turn to the older man in the doorway. His towel is tented. I recognize him as the man who was the middle of the spit roast in the steam. I am guessing he will not be fucking. But you never know. I push the head of my dick into Marshall. He grunts and murmurs “Fuck me…” My entire length slides into him. I hold. And fuck. Noisily. I look back at the door. The guy is stroking now, his dick sticking out of his towel. I turn my attention back to Marshall. My hands begin massaging his back as I fuck. He groans and takes a hit of poppers. I turn back to the guy in the door. He’s removed his towel to stroke. When he sees me looking, he turns and shows me his ass. I smile and turn my attention back to Marshall, who is now tightening down his hole on every other stroke. I hear the guy take off. Others watch. I invite a handsome Latin wrapped in a towel to take a turn. He begs off with “I just shot my load, dammit.” But enjoys watching the fuck. So I pull out so he can see my full length and tap Marshall on the shoulder to taste his ass juices. He gobbles me down—moaning and slurping away. A couple of other men stop and watch, but everyone seems to be on their way out the door. I glance at the clock. It’s three. “Let’s go see where the others are,” I tell him. We fuck a little in the steam room, but don’t linger as the one man in there seems to not care about anything, much less the sex happening next to him. We go to the big dark porn room with the padded floor. It’s empty. I sit on the wall that runs parallel with the screen and tell Marshall to get me hard again. He slides off the bench beside me and crawls between my legs. Just the sight of his ass in the air makes me plump up. Instead of sucking my cock, he lifts my balls and begins licking under them—between my cock ring and ball sack as I showed him the last time we met. The door opens. A younger man comes in. He’s Latin. There is some extra weight on him, but he has a killer smile. And he flashes it at me as he watches Marshall move from my balls to licking my dick. He opens his towel and begins to stroke a sizable, uncut cock. “Go suck him,” I whisper to Marshall. He crawls to the new man. They guy sighs heavily, so I know Marshall is doing it right. I go to the floor and lick Marshall’s ass. It’s an awkward angle, so I’m not there long. I straighten up and sink my cock into Marshall’s moist hole. He groans around the dick in his mouth. “That’s so hot,” says the guy in Marshall’s mouth. “Fuck him good.” I build to a blistering fuck speed, slapping Marshall’s ass as I do it. “You want to use his hole?” “I don’t fuck much. I love a good mouth.” “He’s got one, hasn’t he?” I grin. “Great.” I stop fucking and pull all the way out. The guy sees I’m fucking him bare. His eyes brighten. Watching my every move, the guy swallows hard as I spit on my cock and shove it back in. “Sure you don’t want some?” I ask. “Let me get a condom…” “Oh, man. No. I want to fuck in your load.” That does it. He stands up. I pull out of Marshall and watch the guy kneel. He positions himself at Marshall’s puffy hole. I lean over and spit on his cock. He shivers. And plunges in. “Fuck!” he groans. “His ass is so hot!” He begins to fuck at jack rabbit speed. This isn’t going to take long. I watch his face. I watch the uncut cock splice Marshall in two. The door opens and the African-American man walks in. He stops in his tracks, watching us. He drops his towel to reveal a hot, hard seven + incher. He strokes it as he watches Marshall take it. In moments the Latino cums. Hard. And deep. He stays in place—I can tell Marshall is squeezing out every drop. When the guy finally totters to his feet, I lick his dick and make him shudder. He thanks me—and stays to watch the fun. I look at the older top. “This is the guy I told you about.” He nods. Eager. I stick my dick in Marshall. “Let me push this load deeper.” I do and fuck a few strokes. I pull out. “It’s all yours.” I move to Marshall’s mouth to have him taste the Latino’s load. The other top mounts him. Marshall is now full of two cocks. “This is what I like,” says the Top. “Love fucking in load…” I don’t think he will be long about it, either. He speeds up the fuck and calls Marshall a whore. A cum whore. A filthy cum fag... For the cum: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/churning-loads-in-marshall.html

Part 6 - December 2015 Boxing day was cold and frosty, the temperature outside didn't get above zero but the sky was clear and the sun hung low in the sky. Byron and Stefan stopped at the top of the Malvern hills overlooking the town for a breather at their favourite rest spot amongst the trees and muddy puddles, lots of people were out walking in the late afternoon sunshine working off the excessive of the festive season. Byron took a sip of water "So how serious is this with Julie?" he asked Stefan. Stefan sat on the bench "Quite serious she is coming tomorrow for a few days" he said looking up at Byron. "Oh" Byron replied trying not to look disappointed "Do I get to meet her?" he asked sitting next to Stefan. "Yes of course you will" Stefan said adamantly "Anyway I only have you a short time" he reminded Byron. Byron chuckled "Is that so" he punched Stefan lightly on the arm and stood up. Stefan watched Byron standing up, everything about him was perfect he thought to himself. He had such affection and love for him on all levels except sexually. Looking at him now at 19 he couldn't imagine his life without Byron being involved somehow. They set off to finish their run, Byron was staying over with Stefan tonight so the route was longer than usual. By the time the had returned Stefan's parents had left as they were away for a couple nights with friends taking in a few shows in London. Byron went to the guest bedroom and showered, he stood under the water he knew that part of their relationship would change now with his girlfriend on the scene. He did feel happy for Stefan having found someone, although he never actually said he was in love with her, so how serious was quite serious. All he did know was that she was 21 and stole his 19 year old best friend. Byron shook his head, stop thinking like that he told himself turning the shower off. He turned almost jumping out of his skin seeing Stefan standing there holding a towel for him. Byron quickly grabbed the towel a little embarrassed as this was a new low even for Stefan. "What are you so ashamed of?" Stefan asked looking at Byron curiously. "Nothing" Byron said "I mean you freaked me out finding you standing there". Stefan smiled "Don't you ever wank in the shower or bath?" he asked picking Byron's clothes up. Byron looked shocked "No, are we really having this conversation?" he asked almost to afraid to look. "How is it going with Sam?" Stefan asked changing the subject. Byron dried his hair "It's not. He has been a... don't know sort of distant the last few months" he said. Stefan sat on the toilet "Maybe he has found someone" he casually said. "You seem to think he definitely is gay" Byron said hanging the towel on the radiator. Stefan laughed "I see the way he looks at you every now and then, tiny noticeable things" he said. Byron turn his head "Are you jealous?" he asked laughing. Stefan stood up "Of course I am" he said walking out of the bathroom "Jealous and in love with you". Byron stood there shocked for a moment contemplating Stefan's response, he could make no sense, did he really mean his was in love with him. Byron had doted on Stefan from the beginning but always to afraid to show any emotion, after all it was a friendship but it did seem to stem quite deep. Stefan made a dinner of cold meats and pickles and produced a bottle of wine, they sat on the floor in the lounge talking and eating with the TV playing a Bond movie. Their similarities didn't end with friendship and what they like or dislisked, neither of them were big drinkers, just wine when at family dinners. Dinner finished they both sat back leaning against the sofa close to each other watching the movie and sipping their wine. So engrossed with chatting and enjoying each others company without family around, Stefan brought another bottle of wine. By 11pm Byron was feeling tipsy, his head flopped back on the sofa giggling, Stefan just laughed at himself when trying to stand up falling back to his knees. "Your a mess" Byron said giggling at Stefan's feeble attempt to stand up finally managing to sit on the sofa. Stefan turned the TV off "Your no better" he replied managing to stand up. "Help me up" Byron called to Stefan waving his hand around in the air. Finally managing to get upstairs Byron helped Stefan to his bedroom. Byron wavered and asked Stefan to help him to his room. Stefan stood and helped Byron. He looked at Byron who fell flat on the bed and asked him to escort him to his bedroom. Byron sat up on the bed and Stefan helped him up and they walked back to Stefan's room. Both boys crashed on the bed. Stefan laughed "This is no good we are not getting anywhere, you better sleep here tonight" he slurred at Byron. Byron crawled up on the bed and undressed "Okay I can't walk anymore" he said without thinking as Stefan lifted the duvet. Byron crawled in to bed next to Stefan laying on his back unable to keep his eyes open. Stefan rolled on to his side moving closer and laid his arm across Byron's chest and fell asleep. Stefan was beginning to wake up and already he knew he was going to have a headache from the wine. He felt so warm and comfortable he didn't want to move. Byron mumbled and stroked the arm laying across his chest. Byron snapped his eyes open 'Oh god no' he said panicking and trying to sit up, Stefan held him down. "Don't worry we didn't do anything" Stefan said with his eyes closed "we were both drunk". "I'm sorry" Byron said feeling anxious "I shouldn't drink I can't handle it". Stefan smiled "Carry on stroking my arm, I like it" he said nudging in closer. They laid in bed together a further hour, as weird as this was Byron felt so turned on but also safe having Stefan naked and close to him in this way. Stefan leaned over and kissed Byron on the head and slipped out of bed to shower realising the time as Julie would be arriving in an hour. Byron laid there looking at the ceiling unable to believe they had shared a bed, he climbed out and walked to his room and showered, when he came out Stefan stood there with a coffee and shaking some headache tablets at him. Byron laughed and told him he didn't have a headache just felt a little rough. Stefan disappeared downstairs leaving Byron to get changed, he picked up the cup and headed down to the kitchen. His biggest worry was if last night would change anything between them and Stefan would become more distant, especially now he had a girl on the go. Julie arrived at 2pm and she wasn't what Byron expected, in fact she was pretty ordinary and appeared nice to Byron when meeting him. She was all over Stefan and telling him to do this and do that and rolling her eyes when he did something she disapproved of, she was fast getting under Byron's skin treating his best friend like this. They had lunch and Byron could tell that Stefan was still a little hungover, he thought it best to keep quiet about last night and where they ended up. It turned out to be a fairly sociable afternoon, Byron though felt a jealous streak rising in him, he really didn't like the way Julie ordered Stefan around, it wasn't done in a harsh way more a carefully controlled manner. When Byron looked at her it was as if she knew his family were well off and she had found her meal ticket in life. Stefan disappeared to use the bathroom leaving Byron alone with Julie. "You seem to hang around a lot" Julie said watching Byron and suddenly changing for attitude towards him. Byron looked up at her "Does it bother you me being here?" he asked. "Maybe you should go and spend the holiday with your family" she replied. Byron felt her change in attitude "What and leave you alone with him?" he replied wanting to wind her up. Julie stared with no emotion "Yes with my Stef" she said making herself clear. "Stefan" Byron corrected her "his name is Stefan not Stef" he said standing up and really disliking her. Julie smiled "Good at least we understand each other and where you fit in now" she said quite abruptly. Byron took another swipe at her "He can't see through, but I can" he replied firing a warning shot at her before walking towards the door. "Where are you going?" Stefan asked walking back in to the lounge. Byron smiled "I should go home let you have some time together" he said hugging Stefan and heading upstairs. "Byron" Stefan called following him in to the hallway. "Stef come and sit with me" Julie called from the lounge. "Let me drive you home at least" Stefan called up to Byron without any response. Julie stood at the door impatiently "Leave him Stef he wants to go home" she said softly to him. Stefan looked up the stairs "What did you say to him?" he asked her without turning around. Julie touched his arm "Nothing, he said he needed to go home and spend it with his family". The anger rose in Stefan he knew dam well that Byron would never say that, anyway he had spent the last 3 days with his family. They had dropped him off at Stefan's to spend a few days. She pawed at his arm coercing him back into the lounge and it began to annoy Stefan. "You don't like him do you?" Stefan asked turning to face her. Julie pulled his arm motioning for him to follow her "He is nice but I came here to be with you not him" she said. "Don't ever come between Byron and me" Stefan said turning to look back up the stairs. Julie pulled on his arm again "I am your girlfriend" she said. Stefan turned to face her "No one comes between Byron and me, he is big part of my life" he said. Julie saw Byron as the top of the stairs "He wants to give you some space" she said calmly "there is nothing wrong with that". Byron walked down the stairs "I'm sorry, I will call you Stefan" he said walking towards the door. Stefan walked over and grabbed his arm "Byron you are not leaving like this" he said. Byron smiled "I am not going to get in the way of your happiness" he replied looking at Julie. "You walking out will get in the way of any happiness I have in life" Stefan said grabbing Byron's bag. Byron looked at him "Seriously" he said holding his hand out for his bag looking Stefan in the eyes. Stefan grinned at him "Don't you dare walk out of this house" he said staring back at Byron. "Or what you will hunt me down like a hound" Byron said and barked causing Stefan to laugh. Stefan shook his head "You know I will, hunt you until I find you." he said smiling taking his back bag upstairs, he turned "Your mine". Julie looked at Byron "You disgusting pervert" she said with daggers in her eyes. Byron looked at her "Are you threatened by my friendship with Stefan?" he asked curiously. Julie looked up stairs then back at Byron "I will have you out of his life before long" she said in a very bitchy tone. Byron had never felt such hatred for one person "You think so? You can't compete against me" Byron said folding his arms. "He is in love with you Stefan, it is disgusting" Julie said looking at Stefan coming down the stairs. Stefan casually smiled "Of course he is, he has been since school" he replied taking her by surprise. "I'm your girlfriend Stef, I should mean more to you" Julie said tugging Stefan's arm. "The last few minutes you have upset me more than Byron he has ever done in the years we have known each other" Stefan said to her. "Don't tell me you would choose him over me?" Julie said looking astounded. Stefan's response was fast and definite "Yes I would" he emphasised making sure she understood. Julie stood there mouth open "But I thought we were in love?" she said all lovingly. Julie looked at Byron "There is nothing sexual we just have a very close bond" Byron said. "Don't you speak to me" Julie spat out looking at Byron "Nothing sexual, your a freak". Stefan stood in front of Bryon looking at Julie "Byron no, you don't need to explain yourself to anyone" Stefan said looking angry. Julie looked between Stefan and Byron "I won't ever be able to compete with this will I?" she finally said. Julie picked up her bag and coat "No one will love you Stefan with this baggage" she said sarcastically. "Well at least you got his name right" Byron said sitting on he stairs shocked at how Stefan was behaving protecting him. "Well?" she said waiting for Stefan to stop her leaving. Stefan walked over to the door and opened it "Fucking weirdos" she screamed storming out of the house. Byron looked at the door "Shit, I am so sorry Stefan maybe this is all wrong" he said. "I told you Byron no one will come between us and I meant it, I love you too much" Stefan said watching him. Byron turned to look at him "Sometimes you scare me a little" he said. Stefan walked up to him "Anyone will have to accept you as part of my life" he said hugging Byron. They day had turned out to be very strange as far as Byron was concerned. He truly never expected Stefan to choose him over his girlfriend, maybe was there was more behind the words with Stefan. Byron helped Stefan making coffee and then went in to the lounge and resumed their positions sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa rather than sitting on it. "When did you dislike her?" Stefan asked putting his cup down on the table. Byron handed Stefan his cup "When she called you Stef, it wound me up" he said. Stefan laughed "Fucking hated her calling me that" he replied, he sat in silence a moment "You know I would marry you" he said out of the blue. Byron laughed "Fuck off" he said laughing and punching Stefan "what kind of marriage would it be without sex?" he said thinking how ridiculous it sounded. Stefan chuckled "One where you would be mine, we could laugh every day and be together" he said. Byron held his hands up "No way, and let you sit there making me eat chocolate fattening me up so you could look better than me" he laughed. Stefan moved swiftly and sat across Byron's legs "Speaking of which" he grabbed a chocolate and tried forcing it in Byron's mouth. "No, no" Byron cried with laughter trying to keep his lips closed. He thought Stefan had given up until he put the chocolate in his mouth and grabbed Byron's arms pinning them down. Byron began to panic a little as Stefan lunged forward pushing his lips up against Byron's trying to prise them apart. Realising he was stuck Byron parted his lips and allowed Stefan to push the chocolate in with his tongue lingering for a moment then pulling away laughing. "I know chocolate is the way to your heart" Stefan said smiling down looking him in the eyes in a very different way now. Byron looked up at him and noticed the incredibly intent look "That was devious" he said feeling a little uneasy but turned on. Stefan sat back down "Sorry I didn't mean anything by it" he said looking a little embarrassed. "You know how you can make it up to me?" Byron said straddling Stefan's lap making him laugh. Byron picked up a chocolate "No nuts" Stefan said smiling as Byron put the chocolate in his mouth. Stefan looked at him "Come one then what you waiting for?" he asked. Byron dived in but didn't linger quite as long as Stefan did, still it was enough to sense Stefan's lips and touch his tongue briefly. They rolled around on the floor wrestling with each other laughing. Both flat on their backs laughing hard slapping each others arms trying to calm down. Byron sat up, come on we need to run work off that chocolate he said laughing and helping Stefan to his feet. The rest of the day they sat in the lounge chatting until 10pm when Stefan said he was still a little hungover and needed to go to bed. Stefan watch Byron head off to the guest room "Where are you going?" he asked. Byron was surprised when Stefan grabbed his hand and guided him in to his bedroom "Is this wise, I mean we were drunk last night" he said. "Don't you want to sleep with me again?" Stefan asked turning to look at him. Byron almost hesitated at the door but Stefan held his hand tightly "Yes" he quietly said. It seemed to put Byron in an awkward position at first until he climbed under the duvet settling down next to Stefan, he looked at Byron 'you want to cuddle?' he asked but didn't wait for Byron's response. Turning the light off he put his arm under Byron's neck and pulled him on his side so he rested up against Stefan's body. They chatted for a while and Byron placed his arm tentatively across Stefan's chest. Stefan yawned and kissed Byron on the head 'night' he said and within minutes Stefan was asleep and Byron laid there watching him until his eyes closed. Byron slept so peacefully that night with the person he really did absolutely adore and loved as a friend for many years. Strangely any awkwardness seemed to float away. Sam walked out of the clinic devastated but at the same time relieved by the news he had received, one time he thought, the one time he had sex and Kurt had given him hiv. The whole of Christmas had been a wash out for him ever since the doctor hinted that it could be the underlying cause of his recent bout of sickness the week before the holiday season. He was put straight on to medication to keep things under control, his main concern was when Byron moved back to London, he would no doubt see the drugs and know something was wrong. He had to be careful and keep them out of sight. Something niggled at him the weeks after Kurt fucked him the toilet cubicle the words 'I'm going to breed you' kept ringing back, understanding now what those words meant. Inside at least he was happy that he knew what the cause of his sickness was down to. The one thing he never counted on was finding a gay hook up site where so many people practiced bareback sex who were poz but mostly undetectable. At least his sex life wouldn't die before it started, he shivered in the cold air and walked back to the flat having come back to London early.

Chapter 8; - Sir, that feels a bit uncomfortable. - Don't worry boy, relax into it. Here, let me show you how to take a hit of poppers properly. I bet you have never had them before, have you!? - No Sir, I haven't. He showed me how to sniff them, and bam, the amyl nitrate rush exploded into my being; My heart rate immediately sped up, I felt dizzy, euphoric, feeling super horny, and I guess the most important thing of all to happen, my cunt right from my cunt-hole right to as deep as it went completely relaxed. Sir repeated increasing the widening of the Speculum as I kept my rush of poppers topped up with regular inhalation. And before long Sir was faced with a gaping virgin cunt. My soft, wet, burgundy coloured cunt flesh ready to be had. 🌹 Taking the syringe full of his still warm stud juice he inserted it into my gaping cunt, and squirted his entire load inside of me. Then he released the speculum very slowly until it was completely closed, withdrawing it from me, and getting me to sit on my heels again, whilst performing my kegel exercises. He had just opened me wide, and now getting me to tighten everything up again. Something I would get to learn, that he would love to wreck my cunt, then get me to tighten it all back up (as much as I could). Anything to please this alpha, and at the same time I was now massaging his cum into my system! - Take a few deep sniffs of the poppers, then lie on your back. - Yes Sir. BAM; Dizzy -- Euphoric -- Feeling super horny -- Cunt completely relaxed .... He promptly shoved the small dildo into my hand; - Now fuck that tight virgin cunt pre lubed with my fresh load of cum. Go on, .... FUCK it! - Oh ... My ... God ... Yes SIR! What a clever stud. Getting his cum inside of me without even having ever layed a finger on me yet. Within my poppers rush I shook with a greedy euphoria, slamming the dildo in hard and fast. It was only the smallest one in Sir's collection, and over time he would be increasing the size of what he would make me fuck myself with as my training progressed. Once my initial dildo-poppers rush had passed my cunt was feeling a little sore with it's brief jabbing, and I instinctively sat up, took another hit of poppers, and instead of laying on my back again I sat back down on the dildo and rode it hard. As I bucked down on it with all my might my dick became hard, and without thinking I took hold of it and began to wank. This did not impress Mr Jackson one iota, and to show me who was in charge here he leapt to his feet, slapped my face hard, followed by two large spits right into my face. - That is NOT your sexual organ. What is? - I'm so sorry Sir. My sexual organ is my cunt. - That is correct. He slapped my face again, followed by two more large spits. My dick and cunt both got the message loud and clear as my dick quickly went flaccid, and my cunt twitched, clamping down on the small dildo that was stretching my tight virgin cunt-hole. - boy, go to my locker, and on the top shelf you will see a lighter, and a cigar, bring them over for me, put the cigar in my mouth, and light it for me. - Fuck, ... YES Sir! Having fetched his cigar and lit it for him, he took a few puffs then continuing with his natural authoritative tone ordered me to get on all fours once again, but this time so I was parallel to him and the changing room benches. And THEN, I became a table for his booted legs as he kicked back smoking his cigar, with his boots USING me as a table; HIS object! Every now and again he would get up and crouch in front of me giving me two big hits of poppers, before coming behind me to slam the small dildo even more aggressively into my hungry cunt than I had been doing. We had almost gotten to the end of my first training session when Sir stood right in front of my face, took the jar he came inside of, and poured the remaining cum that had now gone cold onto his boots; - LICK it up. Without saying a word I leant in, gave the remaining cold cum that now dribbled on his boots a good sniff, then got to work licking it up like a good subservient obedient piggy should. 🐷

Chapter 7; Monday soon came and went, and ''Training Tuesday'' week 1 was here in a flash. I had my usual lessons and revision period during the day, then had 1 hour to kill until training with my stud of a P.E teacher began, so I just got changed anyway into my gymnastics gear, went to the gymnasium and spent that 1 hour waiting just doing simple stretches which I would do every Tuesday during the next 4 months, taking us to mid June. ''Training Tuesdays'' lasted 2 hours, and were always split into two parts. There would be the first 30 minutes where Mr Jackson would put me though my paces in the gymnasium, then the remaining 90 minutes would be the pair of us in the LOCKED changing / shower room. And what with me doing 1 hours worth of stretches on my own then 30 minutes of serious gymnastics training it would be a decent 90 minutes after school was out by the time we got to the changing / shower room stage by which point all students would have left, and all teachers too. So, it would just be Sir and I. Although, he would still lock us inside just in case there might be the odd teacher straggling by. Having done an hour of simple light stretches the first training session with Sir commenced. Thirty minutes were had on the parallel bars, horizontal bar, and steel climbing frames with ropes with the end result being more experience under my belt, and a very sweaty body. Shower time! My trainer and I made our way to the shower / changing rooms; - Have I done enough and pleased you enough yet for you to take complete ownership of me, Sir? - boy, that really is far too early on to make such a huge decision considering you only just started your training a few days ago. A piggy sub needs to show me he truly deserves to have me as his Master. - Sorry, Sir. We entered into our destination, Sir locked the door, and now the real lessons were about to begin. I was instructed to go into the shower, have the water as hot as I could stand it, and remain there until otherwise informed. As I washed Mr Jackson unlocked his locker and pulled out a bag that had all kinds of training goodies in it. First off he lay a large beach towel in front of one of the changing benches, and on it he lay out various items. They were; Poppers -- Speculum -- Leather Collar & Chain Leash -- An empty glass Jar -- Syringe -- Dildo (4" length + 1.5" girth) With the changing room windows and door shut, and the water on at a high temperature the room was beginning to fill up with steam, so Sir was soon becoming difficult to make out clearly. Further items came out of his large sports bag which he would now be wearing. He stripped naked and put on his outfit of; Police Boots -- Leather Waistcoat -- Muir And that is all he wore, showing off his broad, firm, hairy well trained body with those delicious low hanging swinging balls. He took one final item from his bag, a bulb douche, filled it up with luke warm water, and handed it to me giving me instructions on what to do. Having now squirted the water inside of my virgin cunt I rushed to the toilet and expelled. This was repeated two more times until as such Sir was satisfied that I was super ready for the next stage of this training session. He parked his beefy hairy ass on the benches right in front of the towel and play accessories and took to slowly stroking his already fully erect beautiful long dick with those low hanging balls resting on and over the wooden benches, swinging with his firm slow rhythm. I could not see properly what was happening, but I did soon hear; - Finish up your shower boy, dry yourself thoroughly, and come over and onto the towel that is in front of me, and kneel on it with that cute ass of yours on your heels. - Yes Sir. I quickly finished up, dried myself, and soon found myself in the kneeling position I was ordered to get in to. Some of the steam had lifted plus I was nearer so we could see one another a bit more clearly now, but the changing room was still heavy in this fine heavy horny mist. I was instructed to pass Sir the Collar and Leash to which he promptly attached to me, then got me to hand him the empty jar. What was he wanting that for? I was about to find out! Standing very close to my face he began to masturbate, hand moving up and down in a very fast motion with his low hangers swinging back and forth like a misfiring pendulum. And it did not take long for him to grunt and squirt a large load of his thick creamy warm and wet stud seed into the jar. He handed me the jar to hold and then instructed me to hand him the syringe; - Sniff my cum boy [ I sniffed, with the strong smell hitting the back of my throat and remaining there ] ... What does it smell like? - Smells of your essence Sir, and I love it. I want more of it. MUCH more. - Good boy, that's what I like to hear. Now hand me both items, come on. I handed him the syringe and jar containing his seed. And in a swift action he sucked up his fresh load into the syringe ready for the next step. - Now, get on all fours, and take long, slow, controlled breaths, in through your nose, and out with your mouth. - Yes Sir. I done this for a few minutes when I suddenly felt something pressing hard against my cunt lips. Using some of the remainder of his load of warm cum from the jar he lubed up the speculum and was now slowly inserting said steel device. Once all the way in he opened it slightly. It felt strange. He opened it up a little more ...

Prequel to Chapter 7; - Have you received your main 18th birthday present yet? - Yes Sir. Private gymnastics coaching with you for two weeks in July. I cannot wait. I wish it was not so far away. - Patience, boy. However, we can still train you in other areas. I have already informed your parents that every Tuesday after school until your residency with me in the summer I will be giving you one on one private physical education tuition for a few hours after school hours. And I will be taking you home after each private session. [ ''Training Tuesdays'' were born ] Mr Jackson then went onto give me specific instructions that as I went to sleep I would do kegel exercises, each and every night. And that is how I fell asleep this evening. Doing kegel exercises, training my virgin cunt to be tighter than it already was, with a belly full of my twin brother's delicious sweet cum. 👅

Chapter 5; After a night out clubbing with my twin brother Peter during the week of our 18th birthdays I awoke with a stonker of a hangover. I clearly wasn't used to drinking so much alcohol. Peter on the other hand seemed to not be suffering as much as I was, and was keen to remind me of the filming I had to do for Sir tonight. During the day we all went out, myself, my brother, with Mother & Father too. We drove out into the country, and enjoyed a long appetite stimulating walk, followed by a hearty pub lunch with more ''hair of the dog'' alcohol. As we all ate and drank I kept on having flashbacks from lastnight, remembering my first ever sexual encounters where I was touched by another man. It was during lunch that our Mother & Father presented us with our main 18th Birthday present gifts. Peter was given a 2 week activities retreat for like minded geeks, and I, well, I could not believe it. I had been given 2 weeks away also; At Sir's private gymnastics studio with one on one private tuition. Yes, my parents had blocked off a full two weeks in Sir's calendar where he would have normally be tutoring / training several different prospective athletes. My brother was due to go on his adventure mid July, and I was due to go on mine one week later, so we would be effectively be having three weeks apart. We'd never had three days apart before, let alone three weeks. It was now only mid to late February. I didn't want to wait FIVE damn months until July. I wanted to go now. But, my naivety wasn't counting on there being a lot of fun training in the interim. As I lay on my bed in the evening still nursing a hangover Peter came bounding in to my room, full of energy, jumped onto the bed, and lay next to me. We relayed to one another our evening from the night before. I gave in detail how I swallowed two loads, and he gave his account of his time spent with soon to be new girlfriend Amy. He was beaming about her. However, no one gets in the way of brotherly love, right 😉 - It's 10.30pm Tommy, doesn't Mr Jackson want that video of you by 11pm? - Oh god yeah, Is that the time already!? - Yep, c'mon, let's film it. Then Peter done something I was not expecting, just when you think you know all there is to know about your twin. He leapt off of my bed, and stripped himself naked, and even though he was going to be doing the filming he maneuvered a chair and a box that I kept old vinyl records on top of the chair in front of my bed, just like I had done a few nights ago when I filmed my first video for Sir. Why would my brother be needing his hands to be free? - C'mon , get naked, don't keep Mr Jackson waiting. I too stripped, and lay against the bed headboard, and started to stroke my dick for what would be my last ever wank. Peter was now filming, BUT, I just could not get hard. I do not know if it was because I was hungover, or if it was because I was doing it in front of my brother, or a combination of both, but it just didn't seem to be working. With my phone still in record mode, my brother placed it on top of my old record box as I remained in full view, and climbed onto the bed. - Peter, you are completely HARD. - Yes Tommy, I know. Looks as though my brother needs a helping hand. Now open your legs wide. As wide as possible, and don't touch your dick, just forget about it for a while with your hands by your sides, and keep them there. Peter had always been the more dominant twin of the both of us, but this was the first time his bossiness over me extended into the sexual arena. I allowed my body to go limp. And now would come the time my cunt-hole would be touched for the first time by someone else. By my brother no less. He spat on his hand and began to rub over my very hairy hole. I looked into his eyes and gasped. I couldn't believe what he was doing. And even though I was really enjoying it I was worried our Father or Mother would walk in, even though they very rarely came into our rooms. He soon leaned over me and brought his head down to my neck where he began to lick it. First of all slowly until he had built up a fast pace of tongue flicking. I could not not touch my dick any longer (although this is something I would have to learn, and quick), I grabbed a hold of my dick and started to masturbate, only now I was making loud moaning noises. Peter quickly came up from licking my neck and placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my noise as he with his other hand stopped rubbing, inserted his index finger and quickly located my prostate, rubbing over it very slowly until I was very soon making very loud screams. Thankfully my loud sounds continued to be muffled by a firm hand . He seemed to really know what he was doing. And it was me that was studying Biology! Then, he abruptly got off of the bed, picked up my phone, and continued to film with different angles; - I think we have got you sufficiently aroused. C'mon brother, shoot your last load for your 'Sir'.

Spending a few days in Scotland over Christmas. On Boxing Day I woke up really horny and in the mood to get fucked. No joy for a while and then got messaged by a couple in Glasgow - one top, one vers - who were looking for bareback. Both looked quite fit - one early 40s and the other mid 30s. Went over to their place and in no time they both had their pants down and I was taking it in turns to suck them. We sucked each other for a while and then I got my tongue up the younger guy's arse. At one point they were kneeling on the bed side by side and I was rimming them, moving from the older guy's smooth hole to the younger lad's hairy one. After a while they were ready to fuck me and I laid back on the bed, my legs in the air as they took turns to fuck me. It was all very horny - especially when the younger lad sat his hairy arse on my face as his partner fucked me. The older guy came in my arse and and then his partner pumped a load into me too. We rested for a while and then the younger guy went down on my cock again I thought he was going to suck me off but after a while he stopped and asked me to fuck him. I slid up him bare and fucked him as his partner watched, urging me on to fuck him hard and breed him good. I shot a big load up him and then went off to meet some friends for lunch, two big loads of cum still up my arse.

I’d love to have a friend like this who I could share experiences with and learn from. I have a few friends who I talk about some of my experiences with, but none that can really relate from having done the same or who can give advice.

Christmas Day, Got a message from a guy passing through West Michigan on his way home to Chicago. He was planning on stopping at a rest area and asked if I’d be up for meeting him. He told me when and where, and sent me a cock pic of a nice thick 7.5 dick. I cleaned up and headed out, only knowing he’d be driving a red ford truck. We lucked out in Michigan, and it was almost 60 degrees, so a pair of sweatpants (commando of course) and a sweatshirt was more than enough. 20 minutes later I’m pulling into the rest stop. He’s leaning against his truck smoking, and nods at me before stamping out his cig and motioning for me to follow him. He had parked in front of the dumpsters, which were surrounded by a wooden fence and bumped up against a wooded area, so the area behind them was conveniently hidden from anyone who didn’t intentional go back there. All I had seen was his dick pic, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was very attractive. Almost my height (which is rare, since I’m 6’6”), total dad bod, and the salt and pepper scruff to match, with his John Deer baseball cap pulled low, and big fucking hands, which I find VERY hot. he doesn’t waste time or words, just unzips and pulls out his cock, which up close is bigger than I thought from the pic. I drop to my knees and start sucking, but he stops me pretty quickly. His next words got me instantly hard in my sweats: “hands behind your back, stick out your tongue, and don’t fucking puke on my shoes faggot”, and then he wrapped those huge hands around my head and forced his cock down my throat. He was brutal, barely giving me time to breath before wedging his cock back down my throat. Now, getting throatfucked is probably one of my favorite things in the world, but I do have a gag reflex, so I was a crying, drooling, sloppy mess by the time he was ready to fuck. He stepped behind me, got on his knees and pushed me forward so I was face down ass up. He pushes my sweats down, spits a few times on my hole and fingers some a bit, before I hear him pull back and the distinct sound of a condom being opened can be heard. now, we hadn’t discussed condoms, since I usually leave the decision up to the top, but I hate them. I feel like a bottoms role is to take loads, and condoms deprive the bottom of that purpose, so I was obviously disappointed, but apparently i wasn’t the only one with those thoughts. From our left came another voice. I guess while I was being throatfucked, another guy had wandered back to where we were and had been watching. I heard him say to the guy behind me “he’s a cumdump, man. You don’t use a condom with a cumdump, you go in raw and breed that pussy.” My guy was quiet for a couple seconds before he tossed the condom on the ground by my face and pushed forward, sliding his cock up into my hole raw and wet, like it should be. He was thick, so it hurt at first, but very quickly I was blissed out and moaning. Just like with my throat, he was brutal with my ass, deep dicking me hard and fast, bruising my insides with his fat cock head. It wasn’t long before he leaned forward, one hand pushing my head into the ground as he leaned forward to get more leverage. Another minute and he growled out “fucking take that load, you fucking faggot!” I could feel his cock twitching as he dumped his load up in my guts. Took a minute to catch his breath, then pulled out and zipped up and walked away. I heard his truck door shut before he fired it up and left. I was still on the ground catching my breath when I noticed the other guy, who I had totally forgotten about while I was getting used. He grinned at me and I grinned back, before he walked over and said “Your welcome. Dude was about to put on a condom, but any good top can recognize a breeding fag when he sees one.” “Thanks man,” I replied, “I would’ve hated to drive out here just to get fucked by a condom” ”I figured.” He knelt down behind me and I could here his belt buckle, “I’m pretty big, but you’re gonna be a good boy and let me seed that cunt, right?” I just lifted my ass and spread my cheeks, and he laughed as he shifted forward, his cockhead pushing at my hole. I was wet enough that there wasn’t much resistance, and he went balls deep in one long slide. I could tell he wasn’t as thick as the other guy, but he was longer by what felt like a lot. He was also much more vocal, talking about seeding my cunt, giving me daddy’s load, breeding my slutty pussy, etc. it went on for a while before he finally grunted and pushed in all the way, twitching and spilling inside me. He continued to be very vocal, “yeah boy, there’s what you wanted, that seed up inside you” after he pulled out, he was much more personable than the first guy, and we actually exchanged info so we could try and meet up again. So, two loads later, I got in my car and headed home. A very merry Christmas to me!

Chapter 6; Having been not allowed to cum for a few days, and the intensity of my first sexual contact with my brother meant I was already exceptionally close to bolting my sperm all over myself. Brother Peter moved around making sure he got the best footage he could get. I knew I was super close and didn't want to disturb our parents downstairs, so I closed my mouth and then that was it, I was cumming, spraying all over my belly, chest, chin, and again the headboard. I wanted to scream out loudly with my euphoria, but, I had to keep schtum. And now for the performance that Sir wanted. I got to scooping up my fresh warm sperm, putting it on my mouth bit by bit, swallowing, then saying directly into camera; ''I am ready and willing to be a loyal, obedient, and subservient cum faGGot for you, Sir'' I repeated this several times until I had eaten my entire load. I trembled. What on earth was I doing? This is what I wanted, yet, the fear of the unknown reared its head. However, before I could over analyse things too much my brother placed my phone on top of my vinyl record box with it still recording, and again leapt onto my bed, maneuvered me so I was facing sideways to my phone, then shoved his dick into my mouth. What on earth was happening!? We'd shared many intimate cuddles over the years, but nothing sexual, not even a kiss, yet somehow Mr Jackson seemed to have indirectly unleashed something within my brother. He pumped away to the back of my throat, lasting all of about 30 seconds until he blew his load inside of my mouth. He withdrew his dick and could tell I was holding his brotherly load in my mouth. He looked down at me; - Swallow it Tommy. Swallow it all. I looked up at him and his contented smile, and slowly swallowed, feeling his cum slip down my throat. - Now lick me clean. Show your true eagerness to be trained. to be 'OWNED'. I grabbed my brother's dick, and suddenly forgot where I was as I got stuck in, licking the end of his dick over and over, and down his entire shaft, ensuring there was not a trace of cum left. Once done he dressed, and left for his own room. ''What just happened'' I said to myself as I properly realised I had just sucked my brother's dick, and swallowed his sweet load. Upon my realisation I felt a surge of arousal charge through me causing my own dick to become rock solid. I really wanted to wank off again, but, I understood that from this moment on my dick was completely off limits. As I tapped into my understanding of my dick's new redundant role I began to lose my erection, with my cunt-hole twitching in unison with each downward movement my dick made. I didn't want to be late sending the video, so sent it straight away without even thinking to view it first. It was only once it had completed going through that I thought to take a look. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My brother was really into all of it, and I found myself aroused by what I was watching. My dick that was now completely flaccid remained as such, with my cunt-hole intensifying its sensitivity as I at the same time felt an intense feeling of arousal in my belly. I had to stop watching it as I was just getting to worked up. I got dressed and went downstairs for some ice cream to cool down. Sunday was the one day I was allowed to cheat with my strict training dietary regime. Mother was in the living room, and Dad was in the dining area doing some admin where I joined him. Peter joined us a few minutes later, also with a bowl of ice cream. He sat next to me, and with one hand he ate, and the other he fondled my leg. FUCK. I came down to cool down. He really was not helping matters. I quickly ate my one cheat treat for the week, and hurried back upstairs as I was so sure our Father could smell the slutty cum smell that I was covered in by his other son, and see the uneasiness on my face. Truth is, he was too engrossed in his admin to notice, and even if he did clock on to what was going on he might not have actually become cross! Back in my room I saw several messages on my app chat with Sir; - Great video from a few nights ago boy. But what you just sent me this evening. Is that your brother Peter you were fooling around with? - Yes Sir. - Hot! He knows what he is doing. I permit you to play with him, and him only. Maybe your Father too, if he has the urge to use his faggot son. - Have I pleased you with both of the videos, Sir? - Yes you have more than surpassed my expectations of you this evening. Good boy. - Thank you, Sir.

Jamal was hard in his jeans as he knocked on the apartment door, his mind awhirl with arousal and anticipation. Replaying in his mind the conversation he'd had on Grindr earlier that day with a white dom (who on the app used the nom de plum BOIMAKER) he'd been talking back and forth with for almost a week now: Are you ready for tonight BOY? This white cock is hard and hungry for a black hole to fill! Fuck yes Master, this boy can't wait to be your slave. I'm hard already. Hard and ready to obey. To be a slutty black slave, whose only thought is pleasing your master cock with whatever hole you desire, Like a good boy should be. When I'm through turning you, molding you, nigger, you'll never want to be anything else. Just a slave. A slut. A hole. The man followed this exchange up with a closeup cock pick. White, uncut, massive. Jamal's idea of heaven. You'll just be my nigger hole. Good for nothing but getting this inside him. The 26 year old black man could already feel the white cock inside him, using him, claiming him. The white stud debasing him. The dark skinned young professional had always been submissive in bed, but there was something about raceplay that really turned him on. Maybe it was the [banned word]. Maybe it was the hot white cocks. He'd always had a weakness for white men, particularly bears and cubs, he loved the feel of body hair on his smooth black skin. The give of their soft bodies that belied the muscles hidden underneath. The very thought of them dominating him, controlling him, owning him... What had been a fantasy had over the years become his obsession. And as he waited in the silence following the knock announcing bis presence to his Master-to-be, a little voice whispered to him, Dark truths he could not quite yet accept. Maybe it turns you on because you know it's more than mere fantasy, a quiet voice whispers from the corners of his subconscious. Maybe it turns you on because you know where all black boys belong: serving at the feet of their white betters. Because you know what all blacks truly are: beasts of burden, not meant to have wills of their own. So when the door opened, and a thick young cub opened the door in a wifebeater and thigh hugging latex boxer-shorts, his arms thickly matted with curly black hair, Jamal nearly came on the spot. He could give his soul to this white stud. "M-m-master!" The black man stammered, "I am here to serve." The young man, no older than 20, eyed Jamal with a hungry sneer. His pursed pink lips and arrogant expression framed by closely cropped black stubble. He looked down at the 9 inch bulge straining Jamal's jeans. "Look at you boy, even your cock leaps to a white man's bidding. We're gonna have fun tonight ." "Yes Master." "Take off your clothes." In moments, Jamal was naked, hands awkwardly behind his back leaving his hard black cock jutting prominently from his muscular frame. Even between his massive thighs, balanced from behind by firm, dimpled ass cheeks, it was clear his endowment had few peers. The white man cast an appraising look over Jamal, gray eyes betraying nothing before he commanded him yet again. "On your knees, you black faggot. I want you to crawl over to me." Jamal eagerly sank to his knees, and crawled over to the center of the room where his Master stood. His eyes never left the massive bulge beneath the cub's hairy muscular stomach. The boxers left none of his foot long cock to the imagination. Its impressive length, and girth evident from how it strained against the material, some sort of latex or spandex like polymer. When he reached the man, the white man grabbed the back of Jamal's head and forced his nose into his crotch. "Sniff my crotch. My powerful white cock. Good slaves should know what a real man smells like, so that they know they will always be boys." The smell was pungent, overwhelming, it was pure masculine dominance. And Jamal felt lightheaded as he inhaled, he was too aroused to think. Every sniff chased the impulse to think furthger from his mind, every independent instinct. He did not need them anymore. He was where he belonged, on his knees. All he had to do was obey. This scent. His Master's potent white musk, was like a drug, a corrective rewriting his very DNA. When his Master pulled his face away from the bulge barely constrained in the Jamal's eyes were vacant, drool pooled at his mouth. Cock, was his only thought, I need that big white dick. "You liked that didn't ya boy?" Jamal's new Master tilted his head up so that his gray, confident gaze consumed Jamal's own, the black boy's sense of self shrinking even more in the strength of that gaze. He felt himself dissipate in the forceful glare, his throbbing, black tool leaking uselessly in his shorts. "Ye'essss Master, love your-yer cock. S-s-smelled gooooood." "And that smell. Your master's smell made you feel good, didn't it boy?" "Yesss." "Made you feel horny and slutty-" "Yesss." "Made you wanna serve me, eh? Turn off your nigger brain and serve." As the white man towering above him spoke, he stuck one, then two, then three fingers into Jamal's mouth, which the boy sucked instinctively. So in answer to the last question, he merely moaned. Black damp spot in the crotch of his jeans spreading. The cub turned to the table behind him, and Jamal saw a pipe and a bag filled with translucent crystals.Though he'd never used it before, he recognized the telltale signs of meth immediately. For a moment, the euphoric haze cleared. He wanted to serve, to obey, to be used, but... hard drugs were dangerous, weren't they? Addictive. Life-ruining. How far was he willing to go for a fantasy? The white man loaded up the long, thin glass pipe with a few sizeable crystals, noticing as he did so the uncertain look in Jamal's eyes. He smiled, the cruel assertive certainty not leaving his gray eyes, "What? Never traveled to the clouds, eh." "I haven't done any master. I knew some friends who dabbled in college and, uh... it got out control." Even as he spoke, Jamal picture himself taking the pipe from his master's hands and smoking it. The smell of Master's cock still in his nose. How hot would it be to debase himself like this? How slutty would he feel, submitting to white cock both inside and out, while in the throes of a powerful drug? "I-I was always afraid of losing myself." He continued, blinking rapidly as beads of nervous, and anticipatory, sweat, beaded on his forehead. "Well that's the idea boy," he handed Jamal the loaded pipe and a lighter, "Slaves have no control. Slaves have no self to lose." The white cub grabbed Jamal by the back of the head and shoved his face into his armpit. "Sniff boy, play with that black cock of yours while my scent empties your mind." Jamal complied automatically, eagerly. The sweaty, mascinline aroma buffeted away every concern, thought and need, but... Obey. Slack-jawed, Jamal barely hesitated as he took the pipe, melting the crystal with the lighter before putting it to his lips. "Suck it deep. Deep and slow." After twenty seconds of filling his lungs, Jamal exhaled a large cloud into the air. The remainder of his doubts exhaled with it. The boy sat back on his juicy black ass, grinning dumbly as his whole body buzzed. His mind was foggy. He felt good... detached from himself, but very aware of every sensation his body felt. He felt warm, electric, open... "Good boy, feels good don't it? Getting high, and obeying me. Serving me. " "Yesss Masser." "Hit the pipe again nigger. Slower this time. Deeper." The cloud billowed out of Jamal's mouth and nose seemingly in slow motion. The warmth spreading throughout him hit his crotch, and without thinking he began rubbing his own black faggot hardon. "Every inch of your black body tingles doesn't it. At the thought of obeying me. Getting high for me. Being used for me." "Yessss." "Take another hit boy. Deeper this time. Slower." He hit it again. Exhaling an even more bilious and voluminous cloud into the air, the familiar tingle grew stronger. The detached sensation he felt was somehow compounded even further by drugs in his system meeting his Master's smell. "Take another boy." He did, and the warmth inside him began to tingle insistently around the ring of his ass. And also deep within his hole. As his glazed eyes fell on the bulge now a mere foot away. The tingle became an itch. "Again." Jamal's vacant pupils were as wide as dinner plates as a billowing cloud of smoke exited his lips. He smiled as he felt that familiar feeling, the odd combo of intense focus and blissfull detachment. Every inch of his body tingled even more insistently as he felt his mind drift on clouds of meth and musk and lust. The itch in his black hole, his nigger hole, grew into a hunger. As if sensing that hunger, his Master peeled the compression shorts off his massive, alabaster thighs and kicked them to the ground, and his pendulous cock hung swinging from his crotch, nestled in a dark thicket of pubes. He stood there, cock looming large in Jamal's tunneling vision. The man did not speak. He knew, with the amphetamine in Jamal's system, and the musk of a superior white cock in the boy's nose. He did not need to. The nigger's own inner desires would do the work for him.

At 25 years old I was what people termed a "Pretty Boy", very good looks, clean shaven, short dark hair and a trim body. On the outside I was a gentle, placid and kind person. On the inside I had a devious nasty streak which came out when my 7 inch thick pierced poz cock honed in on it's target. Getting a guy to bottom for me took no effort at all. Over the last few years I had been given some good tips on how to make the condom rip allowing me to stealth with greater effect. I was standing outside one of hippest gay nightclubs which attracted the young preppy set. I paid the entrance fee and went inside. The lights flashed and glistened over the bodies of the young twinks as they flayed themselves around on the dance floor. The heavy beat of the continuous music, the occasional whiff of poppers emanating through the air as I made my way around the dance floor. With so many choices it was difficult to isolate any one in particular so I just wandered straight through the middle of the floor. I couldn't have gone more than 5 meters as one young stunner grabbed me to dance with him, he couldn't have been more than 20 years old but was obviously a little drunk. Dark mohican style hair adorned his youthful body standing several inches shorter than me, he oozed a certain naivety. Totally in the music he had turned away from his group of friends to dance with me. As we did so, I gradually kept moving back away from him and like a good puppy he kept up following my movement. Slowly but surely we found ourselves on the other side of the dance floor, isolated from his group of friends. His hands grabbed my hips as we continued dancing, I moved in closer as he looked up at me. He kissed my neck and looked up again where I returned a smile and kissed him on the cheek. "Your so sexy, I would totally have sex with you if your interested" he shouted in my ear. I played the shy look of surprise expression and slapped him gently on the ass lingering and caressing it as I did so. He grabbed my hand and we moved off the dance floor and headed down the corridor to the restroom. As we entered he picked up a condom and lube packet from the basket on the sink counter. I silently laughed to myself thinking this was such a classy place. He looked at me, holding the condom up "Well, interested?" he asked, I simply nodded as he guided me in to a stall and locked the door behind us. "I don't have long, I have to get back to friends." he urgently said. Without a sound he dropped his shorts and underwear handing me the condom and lube. I turned him around and pushed him up against the wall. I dropped my shorts ripped open the condom packet and pushed him up against the wall. I got the tip of the condom and bit the very tip off in a quick movement and slipped it over my raging erection. He took a look at the meat "oh fuck yeah!" he moaned as he pushed his arse out. I lubed my wrapped cock and guided it towards his hole. He tensed as the head pushed through his hole "Oh man, fuck me!" he cried to me. I positioned my hips and rammed my entire shaft deep in to his body a he moaned in pleasure. Pinning him flat up against the wall I kicked his legs apart to provide better access and held his arms tightly above his head. He emitted small erotic cries pleading me to fuck him. I rippled my hips pushing deep in to his hot ass. Pulled halfway out and thrusted back in hard causing his head to fall back against my neck, I continued doing this this until I felt the condom give. As I began to pump his ass with shallow hard thrusts he told me it was hurting. I comforted him whispering to him that it was just the size of my dick, I kissed him long and hard on the mouth as I continued fucking his ass, I withdrew my shaft leaving the head inside of him as I angled my cock to the left and rammed it home. He yelped and struggled to free his arms, I gripped tighter and pushed them up higher above his head. His complaining gradually eased as his moans of desire took over. I continued for several more minutes forcing my cock to push up hard against the walls of his anal lining. I could feel a tingling deep in my balls as they started to build up to the finale. My cock started swelling and twitching uncontrollably. His ass was pushing back to take more of my cock and his hips began pounding against him. I grunted loud, he cried "fuck me, fuck me hard.". I complied by giving him some of my best ass pounding making him whimper in ecstasy. My body pushed him harder up against the wall as I tensed and felt the breeding contractions rocketing up my shaft emitting wave after wave of my toxic seed in his delicate body. I held him still against the wall waiting for the squeezing every last drop in him, gradually I began slow undulating hip movements. I wanted to make sure this boy was bred good. I slowly withdrew my cock from his ass, the condom now only wrapped around half of my shaft I pulled it off and flushed it down the toilet. Still pinning him to the wall with my chest I pulled some tissue from the roll and wiped my cock, I glanced down and saw streaks of blood, I threw it in the toilet and flushed it as well. Pulling my shorts up I kissed him "Great fuck baby, one I hope you enjoyed and will remember." I left the stall and the club.

I'd love to have a slutty cum dump friend. Would be a great soundboard. Maybe we could still learn something from each other.

Finally hooked up with a guy that I wanted to breed for a long time. We always had bad luck - he’s allergic to cats meaning my place is off; he lives with parents so his place is off; seen him taking loads at the bathhouse but I’m either spent or being a bottom slut myself. But finally met at the bathhouse on Xmas eve. He’s a hot muscular Asian with a great bubble but. I ate out his slutty hole good and long and then fucked him full of my 3 day load. Then ate my cum out of his hole while he jerked off. He was definitely worth the wait 😈

Prequel to Chapter 45; *Waiting* I lay in the sling in the darkened candle lit bathroom with the Lucifer chants ringing through my ears, Todd's pus-piss soaked Jock stuffed in my mouth, two of Todd's super charged up toxic loads deposited deep inside my rectum, restrained by my ankles and wrists, with a brand new cunT to my name. For a few minutes I lay just like that. And then, with the bathroom door still locked I was soon feeling a pair of hot hands molest me, tugging at the nipple clamp chain and rubbing me all over my helpless body. THEN ....

Tonight I decided to stop off at the video store on my way home. I cruised a while but most of the men were regulars looking for dick like me. There was one guy that I had not seen before but seemed to know way around. He motioned me into a booth. I went in and he pulled out his cock. It was nice. Ok I’m size. About 8” sort of thick. I sucked him for a while and then he asked my favorite question. Do you like to get fucked? I said yes. Then he asked the question I hate. Do you have a condom? I am always open and tell guys that I do not like to get fucked with condoms. He said he was safe. I said ok and turned around with my ass facing him. Any real man will have a hard time saying no to my ass. Lol. He rubbed his cock on my hole and his precum made it slick. I grabbed his cock and put it so that when I backed up he would slide in. He slid in my well trained pussy with ease. He let out a big moan and started to pump in me. After a few seconds he pulled out and said he needed a condom. I told him I was going to walk around and maybe we would meet up later. About an hour later he was still there and he came back up to me and said he had a friend that had a big dick and would like to fuck me too. There is a guy that works the front counter on Thursdays. He doesn’t come into the booth area at all so you can spend as much time with someone as you want. I found a bigger booth that has a bigger tv and more room to move around. He came in with me and motioned to his friend to cum in as well. Both men were older. In their early 50’s. Not overly attractive but had nice bodies. The friend asked me if I like to get fucked and I said yes. He asked if I had lube. I said no. I usually don’t need lube. Spit and precum are enough. He said I was going to need lube and pulled out his cock. I am not exaggerating when I say it was as big around as a beer can. I love a challenge so I told him that I had poppers and we could just try those with some spit. He said ok and I bent over to suck the first guy while beer can tried to stuff his big cock in me. As he suspected it would not fit. He said he was going to go out front to get some lube and would be right back. While he was out of the booth I took my opportunity to work on condom guy a little more. I sucked his for a little while he sat on a bench in the booth. I got him real sloppy wet and decided to give his bare cock another shot. I turned around and sat on his cock and it want balls deep. I started to move up and down expecting him to push me off and say he needed a condom but he didn’t. I kept riding him and soon there was a knock on the door. Beer can was back with lube. I kept riding the cock I was on and fished beer can out of his pants to suck and get him hard. I started to feel the familiar feeling of the guy I was riding getting close to breeding. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down on his cock holding me in place and started moaning loud. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me. When he was fully satisfied that I had every drop in my pussy he pulled out and switched places with beer can guy who had started to lube his beautiful fat cock. I started to sit on beer can at the same time I took the other guy in my mouth to clean him up. I took a couple hits of poppers in anticipation of riding beer can. It’s rare that I struggle to take a cock but his was a challenge. The poppers helped and my concentration of cleaning the first guy good. I was able to get him in balls deep before I started to ride him. It went surprising easy after that. It may have been the combination of the existing load in me, or the poppers or even the lube but I was taking him like a champ. The first guy was totally soft by now and totally clean so he just sat back and watched beer can work his magic. I was in heaven riding that massive cock. I pussy orgasmed twice while he was in me. After a few minutes he ended up busting inside like the first guy. After I was satisfied I got his full load I pulled off of him got on my knees and cleaned his cock. He tasted great. Both men got dressed and left the booth. I stayed there naked for a few minutes reflecting on how good It was.

After Shawn shared his toxic load, Rik left the PEP pills on the bedstand - the three that were soaked in Rik’s cum and the other three. Rik got cleaned up, and then the Brad and Justin tended to adult responsibilities around the apartment … there was stuff that had to get done, so they did it. When it was bedtime and the three studs were climbing in bed, Justin noticed the PEP pills were still on the bedstand. “Rik, don’t forget to take your meds. Your PEP window is closing fast.” Brad said, “You’re not going to take them, are you?” Rik pulled them close and said, “It doesn’t make sense for me to fight something I really want. I want your infection more than anything on this earth. Brad, please stop your meds, like Justin did. Both you guys can let your viral load climb to toxic levels. I want to seroconvert from your poz cum. Will you guys do that for me?” Brad looked at Rik and said, “I’ve secretly always wanted to poz you. From the moment we got together, I wanted to share my DNA with you and convert you. I only took meds to be undetectable because you were neg. I didn’t think you would be ok with me getting a biohazard tattoo, and that’s only reason why I don’t.” Justin said, “Brad’s no lying. He told me many times after our support group meeting that he fantasized all the time about sharing his infection with you, but didn’t want to lose you.” Rik said, “It’s settled then. If Shawn’s load converts me, that’s fine. But I want you guys to breed me as much as you can until I do convert. I want your disease.” Brad’s cock was rock hard hearing this from his boyfriend. He said, “Then we have work to get done. Get on your back and let me in.” While Brad was working his cock inside Rik’s battered hole, Justin was lying alongside the boys, making out with Rik. Justin tweaked Rik’s nips and said, “Once you convert you need to get your nipples pierced. Deal?” Rik could just nod his head in agreement. Justin continued, “You need a tattoo as well to celebrate your big decision too.” Brad said, “He has to earn his biohazard, let’s not jump the gun.” Justin said, “Rik is such a fucking pervert, he got off when we wrote “Neg4Poz” “Cum Slut” and “Poz Me” in magic marker on his back. My vote is he gets a tattoo on his back saying “Poz Loads” and then have an arrow point down to his asshole.” Brad said, “Fuck … you’re going to make me cum!” Rik said, “Come on, stud. Breed your poz cum into me!” It was then that Brad shot the first poz load into his boyfriend that was meant to actually transmit his virus. As his load boiled in his nuts and started to inject Rik, there was no feeling of concern about Rik’s future. The goal of this orgasm was to spread his disease to his boyfriend. He thrust his hips against Rik’s hole like never before. He was fucking him with new purpose. Justin shared that same purpose, and he was next to fuck Rik that night. Seroconversion couldn’t come fast enough for these three boyfriends.

5. You’re doing well boy. How do you feel with your cock safely locked away?”read Sir’s next text. Hornier than ever Sir! Good. And I hear you served the tops I sent over so far today well. Thank you Sir. Now we don’t want to wear that nice cunt of yours too quickly. You’ll have a few hours off to do as you like. I will send you an address a little before 1 of where you’re supposed to go for your next load. What you decided to do before then is up to you. If you want more cock then you know how to find it. If you get bred you will get a video and send it to me right away. Yes Sir! And I expect at least two more videos of you filling a glass with your piss and drinking it down boy. Fuck! Yes Sir! Good. Have fun 😉 1pm, alright I had three hours to kill before my next task. My cock hurt a little straining against the cage, and my hole felt empty. I grabbed the plug from where it lay on the floor and bent over to cram it back into my hole. It slid in easily and didn’t quite lock in as tight as it did before. I went into my room and pulled a pair of briefs to try and keep the plug in better. What to do now. If I was totally honest with myself I didn’t want to wait till 1 to get fucked again. I was so horny I felt like I needed it. I went into the kitchen and got myself a large glass of water and drank it down quickly, thinking about how hot it had been to drink my own piss earlier in the day. Then I opened up scruff and started scrolling. The pickings were slim early morning on a weekday. So I sent out some messages, checked Grindr, and then started scrolling through porn Twitter while drinking another glass of water. Feeling my cock struggle against the cage made me even hornier. I started to look for new profiles to follow: subs, caged boys, raw bottoms, pigs. My searches got more and more raunchy. I watched caged boys be stretched out with toys and hands, I watched them take loads, and I watched them worship men’s bodies. I slugged back another glass of water, my bladder swelling slowly. This was the most turned on I had ever been. My hunger for cock was growing and the messages I sent out were getting more and more desperate. I eventually sent a message to a man older than my father with a thick mat of white chest hair, and just a bit of a bell on him saying only “please breed me Sir!” I sent similar messages to a few more guys while walking to the bathroom. The cup I had used earlier still sat on the bathroom sink. I held it under the slit at the end of my cock cage and let go. Warm pale yellow liquid filled the glass, steaming up the sides. I held the camera steady till the last drop feel from the cage and then swapped it to feature my face, smiled, and raised the glass to my lips. The taste was lighter than last time, slightly less acidic, but still the warmth of the liquid was alluring. The taboo of what I was doing filled me with lust as the warm tart liquid slid down my throat. I smiled into the camera, and then texted the video to Sir. And then the daddy I had messaged responded...

Two years ago I had a car accident and broke my right leg, arm and shoulder and I had to have surgery on my arm and shoulder. After the surgery I had to stay for a few days in the hospital. Bored to death after a couple of days I manage to check out Grindr with my left hand and saw a couple of guys with hospital garments online, but sadly both profiles had no face. On the third day, a cute male nurse told me he had to give me a sponge bath, so he started to work on me. Obviously my cock semi hard and I apologize for it, but he said he was used to it and not to worry. After a few minutes he my cock in his mouth and gave me a blow job. I came within minutes in his mouth and he proceeded to snowball me. After I asked him why had he taken suck a risk and he told me that he had seen my profile on Grindr and wanted to make my stay “interesting”

As I had been told, the following weekend I met Joe, and he, Mark and I had a very intense weekend. Joe arrived at about 8:00 PM on Friday evening, greeting Mark and me with a bear hug. Just looking at him, my cock twitched with excitement, especially as his cock was bulging in his tight 501 Levi jeans. He was about 6' 2", was nicely built, had a full head of dark, even black hair, as well as a full black beard. Just my type. Mark led us down into the dungeon where we had a few drinks while watching the TIM film, Viral Loads. Seated between Mark and Joe, two hot leather men, my cock involuntarily got harder and harder. Noticing as much, and gauging I was ready, Mark pushed my head down onto Joe’s lap, ordering me to “Lick the wet spot on my buddy’s crotch.” Of course I was more than willing to do so. Joe opened his jeans and extracted his seven inch cock, which was, as I suspected, already hard. I devoured every inch. Mark, meanwhile, managed to rip a hole in the ass of my jeans, and vigorously fingered my hole with two fingers, and then even managed to place a wet kiss on my ass lips. Damn, my hole wanted to get more and more, and both Joe and Mark were just the men to give me what I wanted. Picking me up, Joe carried me to his sling where he expertly restrained me. This was the same sling where I had my ass had received its first poz load from Mark. Now it was time to willingly take more of his highly toxic cum deep into my ass. I had been anticipating this second baptism the entire week, and damn, my hole was more than ready. Before this would happen, however, Mark ordered me to worship his poz seed, and I was to accomplish that through the respectful worship of his cock, which he facilitated by standing directly behind my head, and allowing me to lick his soft cock and balls, sporadically, however, withdrawing from my reach, teasing me, urging me to describe the desire I felt for his manly member. The courtly language of the past sprung to mind, and seemed to suit the occasion: “Your cock is the erotic gifter of the pleasures I seek,” and “Let your member speak to me, and return my lust,” and again, “Oh sir, fill me with your cock and leave with me your toxic poz seed.” Slowly, with the dignity the occasion merited, Mark's cock rose to its full dignity, which, of course, turned-on Joe, who all this time had been preparing my ass with a large dildo which he inserted into my body through the hole Mark had ripped in the seat of my jeans. My cock, meanwhile, strained against my jeans, leaking pre-cum in generous quantities, which soaked through the jeans, and led Mark to pull my jeans off, and, securing my cock by the base to discourage further erection, he snapped a leather cod piece on my cock. Both leather men continued to use my body, Mark, by fucking my face, and Joe by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack, teasing my hole with his juicy dock head. Man, I was so fuckin’ horny. Perhaps thinking of the film we had been watching, Joe then used a baster to squirt a generous quantity of cum into my ass, confirming my unspoken question, that yes, it was poz cum. Just to add to the experience, Mark then slid a frozen cum popsicle into my mouth, which, in softening, left me feeling totally immersed in toxic poz cum: toxic poz cum dripping into my hole, and no less erotic, toxic poz cum was melting in my mouth. “It’s now time for you to receive more of my highly toxic cum,” Mark intoned, and apparently having choreographed the move, Mark and Joe moved the portable sling over to the leather breeding table, and in a deft movement, Mark slid a chrome speculum into my hungry hole, which made it easy for him to squeeze the contents of a condom into my cavity. I was gratified when Mark casually remarked the poz seed he was now giving me was from Joe, and that it constituted no less than four loads. As the last drops of Joe’s load disappeared into my hole, Mark removed the speculum, and inserted his magnificent, toxic gifter cock. My cock throbbed under its leather cod piece, and my hole was on fire. Mark’s cock felt so good. My ass muscles tightened around his cock, welcoming it, pleading with it to plunge deeper, ever deeper. Mark, however, was not one to be hurried, and established his own pace in splitting me open. Slowly, gradually, Mark moved deeper, ignoring my pleas that he plunge in balls-deep. Joe, meanwhile, was not one to stand aside idly, but rather he stood over my head, and slid his cock into my mouth, face-fucking me as only a leather man can carry off, his cock head drooling generous quantities of poz cum in the process, which told me he was approaching his climax, as was Mark, who groaned he was about to blow his toxic poz load into my hole – poz seed for both my willing and desirous mouth and my no less willing and desirous ass. Just then, as I thought Joe was about to blow his load deep in my throat, he withdrew his cock from my mouth and managed to order to me extend my tongue, which I did just in time for him to blow his load on my lips, face, chin and tongue. Oh man, his hot poz cum on my tongue, and while I was tempted to immediately relish it, Joe forestalled by action by immediately licking-up the stray drops of cum, and sharing all of it with me in a deep, all-encompassing kiss, a kiss that surely pushed Mark over the top, and he announced as much by yelling “Receive my poz load!” as he blew another deadly load in my hole.

I'd been chatting with a poz top on Manhunt for a few days. His screen name was POZyouUP, and he described himself as 45, 6' 3", 250 pounds, olive skin tone, Italian/Latin mix, sporting a goatee. He added he had dark eyes, a shaved head, was quite muscular and was quite hairy all over his body, carried himself as hyper masculine, and oh, yeah, he had a 10 inch UNCUT cock. My kind of guy. I couldn't wait to meet this guy. Just so you have some sense of me, I'm 25, 6' 2", 220 pounds, masculin, dark hair and eyes, neg-vers, and I have a cut cock. POZupiI{ and I decided to meet up one night at my place. At the agreed-upon time there was a knock at my door. I opened the door, admitting the stud into the room. He was fucking beautiful. As we struggled to strip off our clothing, we also tongue wrestled. Pushing me down to my knees, he ordered me to suck his poz cock. I reached up and pulled back his foreskin, finding his precum was liberally oozing out his slit, coating his shaft. Licking his cock clean, I then devoured the head of his wet, salty dick, swallowing his rod all the way down until his huge hairy balls were resting on my chin. For some fifteen minutes he violated throat, giving no regard for my comfort or gagging, but I didn't give a shit, and in fact was slightly disappointed when he withdrew his cock from my mouth, jacking his swollen meat in my face. To my surprise his foreskin was still so generous the skin flapped as he pleasured himself, a sight that completely turned me on, especially as I had never seen so much precum. "I'm ready to breed me," he grunted, so I gestured him into my bedroom where I lay on my stomach, positioning myself so I was, essentially, kneeling, leaning onto the mattress. Spreading my legs, I presented myself for his enjoyment. Without a word he dropped to his knees, rimming my ass like a wild animal, spreading my butt cheeks, licking, biting. and tongue-drilling my ass. When my hole was sopping wet he ordered me on all fours, spat on his rigid dick, initially rubbing his cockhead the length of my ass crack, and then precipitously and without warning rammed his fucking cock inside my hole, balls-deep. I screamed in pain. He plowed my ass for about ten minutes. My ass was in agony, but still I held on for dear life. Withdrawing, he ordered me to lay on the bed, on my back, and to spread my legs. I couldn't help but fixate on the sight of his rock hard cock, covered in blood, as he rammed it back inside my man cunt. He fucked me hard for 30 minutes, during which time he grunted with pleasure as his huge sack slapped against my ass. His sweat poured off his face onto my chest. Clearly he was determined to seed me good. "You ready for a six day load?" he asked. "Hell yeah, do it, man!" I demanded. Wordlessly roaring "Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!!!!" his cock exploded in my ass, breeding me like a big fucking dog. He had so assaulted my ass it felt almost as if it had been burned with a branding iron, and his load was so large it almost felt as if he was pissing in me, but no, it was all sperm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him deeper inside my ass as he moaned in pleasure and exhaustion as his residual cum oozed into my hole. We lay there for about five minutes, each of us striving to collect his breath. Then he pulled out, his cock still rock hard. However, without another word he dressed and left as I lay there watching him. I never even knew his real name. I lay in my sweat-soaked bed, the aroma of his sweat and cum permeating the room. For that matter, his cum was oozing from my abused, bloody ass. In fact the volume of thick cum that was oozing from my hole suggested he must have shot about ten volleys into my ass. Had I been a woman, I would have been most definitely been knocked-up. In any event I jerked off and shot my load all over the place. Then I fell asleep. In a way he did knock me up because a month later I tested positive.

In my early twenties, backpacking around Europe. Small town on coast of Greece, wandering around and see a really hot older guy (probably all of 40!), dark wavy hair and big 80's mustache! We passed each other coming out of a shop, then later on we passed on the street and still later passed each other in another part of town. Wasn't real good at reading social clues/body language, especially in a foreign country, so just thought he as sexy as hell and moved on. Next day, at beach, dozens of people in water. I wade out into the water and there he is standing in front of me! I smile, then go back to my towel to figure out what the hell might happen next. Kind of lost him in the beach crowd, then all of the sudden he's standing over me, asking to stand on my towel because he's burning his feet on the black sand! He was Italian, married, spoke little English. I spoke no Italian. We each tried a few words of French and that was enough to communicate that he was renting this tent-like structure on the beach. In a few minutes we were naked inside this sweltering tent and I was swallowing a load of Italian sperm. Well, he got a load of American cum as well:)

complete sleazy cumdump in London 28-30 Dec looking to get bred by as many guys and as many loads as I can get

Yeah. I just got in the habit, and it makes me feel cleaner all morning. They say it will cause problems with being regular, but I never have any difficulties when I travel or otherwise cannot follow my routine. If I don't clean out in the morning, I just have regular bowel movements.

ONE SICK FUCK HERE LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEW YEAR!

Sheffield based here - can Accom or travel. Would be up for Poz Piss fucking 😈

I just chatted yesterday with a guy from BZ about meeting up at the end of January coming up. He said I would be conversion #13 should we connect and I get knocked up. I am so hard just thinking about it.

Nothing gets me hotter these days than a bloody fuck. That last part was awesome, and so was that pic! My ass is jealous!!

I was 16 when I took my first anonymous load. This was 1979, my dad took a new job that relocated me and my mom from the north east to the desert of eastern Washington State. I got a job bagging grocery’s and with that money bought my first car. After closing the store, (this is the first day I had the car, 74 Mustang II, don’t laugh), I decided to take the long way home and drove west out of town. I found a nice stretch of road and gassed the car. I traveled maybe a mile, slowed down and took a right heading north towards home. It was remote as hell where I was no street lights nothing, just sand and brush. The only lights were from the power plant construction cranes in the distance. I look up into my rear view mirror and there are the lights….shit. I pulled over and waited for police car to catch up. I did not want to risk him following me home and my parents finding out. I was leaning against the back of my car when the officer pulled up behind me. He got out of his car, slamming the door faking to be all pissed off…. I was nervous but not scared. I was more worried about my old man finding out. The cop went on about how fast I was going and that I was trying to get away at which point I cut him off and indicated not likely because here we stand and I waited for you. My response caught him off guard and he told me to get in the passenger seat of his car. He showed me the radar that clocked me at 55 mph and the zone was posted at 40 and then pretended like he was writing a ticket. This part is corny but it did happen….. I explained to the officer how this is my first car, I saved my money from bagging grocery’s to buy it, and that I went far away from traffic to see how fast it would go and my father would kill me if I bring home a ticket on my first day with the car. While I was reciting this I would occasionally glance at the cops crouch, which had visible tenting going on. He listed and after a pause said, anything? I looked him right in his eyes and said yes and gradually slide my eyes down to his crotch. The cop turned off the interior lights of the car and with his hand on the back of my head guided me down to his crotch. I acted like I was resisting a little but I wasn’t. The sensations that stayed with me all these years is how hard his cock was, and when he undid his fly the heat and smell that escaped from his groin (I love men). I didn’t find it repellent but I was getting turned on in a way I hadn’t before. I sucked his cock the best I could given the angle of approach. The cop kept my head in place with his hand and helped with the bobbing action by holding a hand full of my hair. I knew he was about to cum when he held my head in place, forcing it down on his cock. I took every bit and swallowed with each spasm. The cop held me in place until his orgasm subsided. I pulled off his dic and sat up in the seat whipping the corners of my mouth. The cop was shoving his dic back in his paints when I looked at him, wished him a good night, got in car and drove home. This is first time I have told this...….

Chapter 43; *PrEP'd for Ritualistic-Fuck and Underground poz-parTy ~ Part 2* With my new septum piercing, my tits clamped, and once again flying in a magical meth haze, Todd continued his methodical PrEP of the English bugged up poz-PiG; Still positioned on the Stainless Steel Medical Examination Chair with my legs still in the stirrups I now had a rubber catheter inserted into my cunT. Said catheter was attached to a steel enema bucket filled with warm water; - We need you completely cleaned out for tonight. I mean clean as a whistle. We are going to be requiring all the space you have got to give us ... Now drink up. He handed me a plastic beaker with Bone Broth in for all the easy assimilated nutrients to keep my body firing on all cylinders for my big night ahead. I would be made to drink a lot of this during the day alongside tea. No solids from this poinT were allowed. Once all the warm water had entered into my colon I was made to hold for several minutes before I was then made to release. As soon as I released I was given another enema. And then, another! My gut was now totally clear, leaving plenty of space for all kinds of incoming traffic, and the first lot of one way traffic was only moments away. During my enemas one thing that Todd done was to undress down to his white, damp pus-piss stained jockstrap, and they were about to be removed. I was summoned to get up from the steel examination chair and kneel before him. Towering above he looked down at me and I looked up at him with my brand new piggy septum piercing; - Lick my jock boy, come on now, that's it, lick it up, that's it. Now sniff it, .... sniff again but deeper this time, yeah, go on, that's it, taste that pungent smell PiG. Now close your eyes. I closed them which was followed by Todd removing his jock completely. With my eyes still firmly shut he grabbed hold of my hand and brought it up to his dick, prompting me to stroke it. - That's it PiG, nice and slow. Make me HARD! I slowly stroked, and it quickly grew! Even though he had very soon reached full on erection, I was expected to keep stroking and keep my eyes closed for a few minutes as a BARE minimum, as he groaned and grunted. - Now open your eyes PiG, and tell me what you see. - Holy fuck. That looks like it could do some proper damage [ I gasped ] My gasp was met with a simple short sharp arrogant smirk as he looked down at me. He barked at me to get up where he then cupped one of his hands behind my head and pulled me in towards his face, before shoving his tongue deep down my throat. His ripe breath continued project contamination, soiling me in any way it could. My NEG boyfriend Lew back at home would need to be very wary of me if he was near me now; I was now a highly charged up toxic riddled bug bucket! ☢️ As my throat was assaulted by Todd's tongue fuck he was collecting pus from my now heavily dripping urethra and repetitively smeared it on and in his AIDS wasted cunt-hole. My first session of bug swapping since my official diagnosis earlier today! After we spent some quality time exchanging pus and spit he let go of me and casually walked over to the rim seat, where he sat; - C'mon PiG, get underneath here and lick my AIDS cunt. C'mon, it's good stuff, after-all, it just came from your dick. I lay on the floor and slid underneath him, and there was his toxic wasted hole staring right in front of me. My tongue touched his cunT and slowly glided over, licking up my pus and his musky man scent. He grunted as his very well used hole twitched, which only served for me to get really into eating out his ass. I loved to eat out my man back at home, a very pleasurable experience, but there was something about the present rim play that paled rimming Lew's ass into insignificance. I was no longer a human having sex. I was a wild animal. Having spent a good half hour poking my tongue inside, licking over his exposed hole and chewing on his cunt lips Todd suddenly stood up; - Get up sluT, and get in the shower placing your hands above your head on the wall of the shower head, and keep your head bowed down at all times. - Yes Sir. Once inside the cubicle and in position he climbed in behind me, turned on the water and fiddled with it until it was only luke warm. Then taking the unscented soap he washed me all over followed by a rinse. With the water cascading over the both of us he pressed the tip of his dick firmly against my poz hole, and leaned into my ear; - My husband and I have prepared a parTy just for you tonight. Do you want to go? There will be lots of sexy ass for you to fuck there. I know you are usually a Dom Top. - I'd love to go. - Then we have to get you ready!

And does it so well too 😈

as it always should do - bugspeading is so irresistible, as it should be

The first time I was bred with a pa I didn’t even know it happened. I was in a three way with a hung black guy and his partner. The partner had a pa. The hung guy fucked me for a long time and eventually dumped in my cunt. His boyfriend with the pa slid in after he pulled out. He sloshed around in me for a while before dumping as well. When he laid down next to me and told me to clean their cocks I saw the pa. I asked if he just put it in. They both laughed and said he doesn’t take it out. I guess I am too sloppy to feel it. The second experience I could feel it but it didn’t make a big difference overall. I have been bred many times since then with pa’s and they don’t really change my overall experience.

Chapter 3; Once Sir had his initial warm up fun with me, he dried and dressed himself, then as he was about to leave the changing room he gave me my first job to carry out; - I see you have your first Smartphone there Thomas. Finally upgraded from your retro handset you used to have for all those years. - Yes Sir. My brother and I both got one for our 18th birthdays earlier in the week. - Good. Now tonight you will make a short video of yourself fingering your cunt whilst on all fours facing away from camera, during which time you will give a speech on why I should take ownership of you. You will then send me the video via WhatsApp. Here is my card with my number. I expect this task to be completed by 10.30pm. - Yes Sir. After he left the changing room I was left there sat on the benches, naked, and feeling really excited about what had just happened, and what might happen with Mr Jackson. And him referring to my ass as my cunt really fueled my desire to submit to this sexy stud, and for him to take complete possession of me. I messaged my brother to come and fetch me, then got dressed and waited by the school gates. Brother Peter and I told each other everything with an unspoken sense of trust. As he drove us home I told him what had just happened, and he seemed to be showing much more of a keen interest in exactly what went on than I thought he would. And he seemed to be wriggling about in his driving seat. In fact, I got the strong sense he was turned on by it all. Actually, I know my twin like I know myself. I KNOW he was turned on by my tale. We had never discussed his sexuality, but I left it at that. There is always the right time for everything. I spent longer than usual with my family downstairs with our usual evening meal, and time spent in the lounge, so was a good hour late retiring to my bedroom than usual. Once there I installed WhatsApp and entered Mr Jackson's number into my new phone. I had him saved as Sir J. I maneuvered a chair and a box that I kept old vinyl records on top of the chair in front of my bed and placed my phone on top of it. I stripped naked, climbed on my bed getting on all fours, and proceeded to finger my asshole. Using voice recognition I commenced filming, then gave the speech that was requested of me as I continued to probe my hole; - Sir, good evening. I think you should take ownership of me because I am a true sub deep within my soul, and [ groan ] ... ''oh fuck'' [ groan ] ... ''oh yeah'' ... and I have a burning desire to serve and obey, with my body and mind. I need to be molded into what an owner exactly wants and [ groan ] ... ''oh fuck, fuck, oh god'' [ groan ] ... ''oh yeah, shit'' ... needs from me. To my owner I would be completely loyal and do all is required to please him in every which way. Thank you for considering me, Sir. Well, that was it, I was now so horned up and I needed a release. I stopped the filming, flipped over to lay on my back, took hold of my dick, and began to masturbate as I continued to finger my hole. I was fantasizing about Mr Jackson pounding me hard as he took my virginity. After a few minutes of tugging away I heard a *Scruff* message come through on my phone. Could it be Sir. The thought that it could be is only how I could stop playing with myself. Indeed, it was from him; - Where is my video I am expecting? I checked the time stamp. Ooooops, it was 10.57pm, so I had missed my deadline he had set. - Sorry Sir. I just finished it, and now I am masturbating, and am close to shooting a load. I will send it in a few minutes once I have cum. I put my new phone to the side and recommenced my tugging. A few more *Scruff* messages came through over the next few minutes as I finished myself off. Oh, maybe they are from others who have seen that I am now online. So, I continued my mission and soon was shooting a huge load onto my belly, chest, chin, and some even hit the headboard. I don't think I had ever cum so much. Mr Jackson's new presence in my life was really turning me on. And I was very much eager for this to develop. Covered in cum I checked my phone for the latest *Scruff* messages; - You had better be kidding me when you say you are masturbating. What did I say to you yesterday; You are not permitted to touch your dick. That meant for all time. You need to learn that your dick is no longer your sexual organ. Your primary and only sexual organ you possess is your cunt. And that is how you will refer to it from now on. Not your ass or asshole. It is 'your' cunt! - Oi, boy, answer me. - Okay, if you are not serious about being 'OWNED' then we'll leave this seedling right here and take it no further into the light. He sure knew how to draw me in ... - Sorry Sir. I'm here. I'm here. Sorry, yes, I did masturbate, and I did cum. It is all over my belly, chest, and chin still. I thought when you said I was not allowed to touch my dick, I thought you meant only before our meeting today. I saw he had read my message. But then 30 minutes had passed and he had said nothing even though he was still online. - Sir, I am really sorry. I did not realise you meant I was not allowed to touch my dick again. I now fully understand my cunt is now my only sexual organ I possess, and shall proceed as such. I am sorry Sir. *I waited for a few minutes, and then ... - I am pleased you now understand, boy. In two days time, at 11pm Sunday night you will for one final time masturbate, but you will not play with yourself until then. Once you have shot your load you will eat all the cum you have ejaculated over your body. You will film this, and as you are eating it you will look directly into camera and say; ''I am ready and willing to be a loyal, obedient, and subservient cum faGGot for you, Sir'' - You will say this each time you take a scoop of your final load into your mouth. - Yes Sir. I will obey your instructions. And I will now send you the video I made tonight for you. - Good boy.

Part 9 I had a few more ‘pozzing’ sessions over the week. Steven even had me come over to a hotel room where he had twink meet him. Steven told me it was the twink's 18th birthday and he was looking to get fucked his the first time. What the kid didn’t expect was that he was going to hey this ass fucked full of cum. When I arrived I found the kid was tied up with a butt plug in his ass. Steven told me “I need you to add your cum to what I’ve already deposited.” I asked “Did he meet Tina?” Steven held up a pipe and answered “It was a little cloudy when we started.” I then commented, “I figured you’d play darts with him.” Steven laughed and said “I would have, but I needed help. And I figured with your assistance we can convert him.” I started to strip as I noticed how young he looked. He had no pubic hair. I had to ask Steven “Are you sure he's 18?” Steven answered “Yes. I had him bring his birth certificate.” He showed me the kids burn certificate. I learned that the twink lived a couple hours away and that his father was a minister or reverend, something like that and the doesn’t know that the twink came here to hook up. Steven planned to mid the kid through the weekend getting him addicted to raw cock, cum and Tina. It was time to give him a proper introduction to miss Tina. Steven was going to administer the kid's first slam as I administer my own slam at the same time. The kid’s slam was very strong as he coughed out hard. I started to fuck him before he died coughing as Steven released the kid’s restraints as he said “Knock him up. Get him pregnant.” The kids had no clue as I started to fuck him. By the time I had deposited me third dirty load of cum and he had had a second slam he was asking me to get him pregnant. When I left, Steven was giving him a third slam as he fucked him some more. At this point the kid was asking for another slam and Steven was telling him “You are now my bitch. Your ass belongs to me.” Steven held up the twink's phone showing a video clips of him sucking cock, getting fucked, smoking from a pipe and getting slammed. He told the kid “I sent these to anyone in your contact list along with this message, ‘I can no longer lie to any of you. I am a gay drug addict. I have left home for good.’ Everyone you know back home know what you've become, Tina whore. You will do as I say or I’ll just seen your ass to the highest bidder and you’ll have be heard from again. The kid was starting to cry as I was walking out the door. The kid came around quickly as he became one of Steven’s working boys. Steven had his pubic hair permanently removed as it made him look really young and rented his ass out to perverted that liked to think he was 13 or 14 even though he was actually 18. On Friday I received a text from Steven. I was to be the guest of honor for the weekend at a special party. The group were alumni from a major college. One of the schools that was heavily recruiting me to play football. I arrived at the local hotel meeting Steven I the lobby. He told me “These are really good friends of mine you should meet since you’ll be playing college football there.” I let Steven know “l hadn’t decided where I was going to play football.” Steven looked at me and didn’t say a word. His stare said enough. I knew that I was going to commit the play football there and that I’d be getting you know these alumni very well. We got off the elevator, walked down the hall and Steven used a key card to open the door to the room. Steven introduced me to everyone there. They all talked about how happy they were they I had decided to play football at their alma mater. Before too long a glad pipe appeared and was starting to get passed around. When it was handed to me I was encouraged to take several hits off it as clothes stared to come off the men standing around me. As I started to lose what I was wearing Steven told me “Enjoy yourself, I have to get back to my new slut” as he headed towards the door. I was completely naked and had someone eating my ass while being given a cock to suck. I heard someone say, “I think our new quarterback needs a slam.” I was carried over to the bed where I was placed on my back. Before I knew it I had the tourniquet on my arm, had the needle suck in my vein and he contents from the rig pushed into me. The tourniquet was snapped off and I coughed out hard. Damn that was a strong slam, all I said was “Holy Fuck. For the next 2 nights I was kept high with multiple slams as each guy their turn breeding me. I was told how good my ass felt and how they each looked forward to seeing me when they visited the school.

As a bottom i feel the TOP had complete control where to deposit his sacred load , we / i as the bottom should be great full to receive the pleasure of a mans cock in us let alone his precious seed .

Agreed. I’m to be used for a topman’s pleasure. Lock me in Chasity for all I care. Anal orgasms are the best.

A bottom should never have to tell the top where to cum. EVER. The bottom’s place is to offer pleasure to a MAN. I personally. Ever understood flip-flopping but to each it’s own. In any event, as a top I decide when to cum, where to cum and how many times. The bottoms job is to present his hole and let me use it until I am satisfied. The only orgasms a bottom is allowed are all anal orgasms. Period.

I was told, if it goes in bare, it stays in bare. That's really mean of the bottom to ask the guy to pull out before he's done.

I am the bttm, so the top decides where to cum.