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Chapter 3 I had just flown home and was scheduled to have the next few days off. Both my roommates were working so I was looking forward to having the place to myself. I was also hoping to reconnect with Kevin, my poz daddy. I hadn't had a chance to hook up with him since I'd moved out to the east coast. When I walked into the apartment I saw James crashed out on the couch watching tv. "Hey I thought you were scheduled to work?" "I don't feel well, they sent me home a couple days ago. I was fine until we started to board the plane then all the sudden, let's just say if people were smart they would've avoid the front bathroom at all costs." "James, do you have flu and cold like symptoms?" "Yep, how'd you know?" "I think you may have the fuck flu." "Holy shit I didn't even think of that." "Well the timing fits and your hard cock certainly likes that idea." "I guess it's safe to say that I'm as sick and twisted as you. Even though I feel like crap I want nothing more than for you to fuck another toxic load deep inside me." Now I was rock hard so I did what any good friend would do, gave him another load. I sent Kevin a text to see if he could recommend a poz friendly doctor to take James to since he refused to go back to his regular GP. I guess at his last visit his doctor had lectured him for twenty minutes about how stupid he was being when he admitted to having sex without condoms. I received a text back pretty quickly with the name and address of Kevin's own doctor. He'd even managed to make an appointment for him the next day at noon. I went to tell James the good news but he was out cold. Luckily he was feeling a little better in the morning. He kept insisting I didn't need to go with him but I think deep down he was relieved not to have to go alone. We arrived at doctor's office a little before noon and were greeted by the cutest receptionist. "Afternoon boys, I'm Matty how can I help you." James just kind of stood there in a daze so I jumped in. "Hi, my friend James has an appointment at noon with Dr. Manning." "And what's your name ginger?" I smiled, "I'm Brody, I'm just here for moral support." "Well damn, aren't you a good boyfriend." "Not boyfriends, just friends and roommates." "Hmm that's good to know." He winked and handed me a clipboard with forms to fill out. "I'll give these to you since your friend looks like he's about to fall over." "Sorry he's battling the flu." "The flu or thee flu?" he asked. Of course James chose this moment to start talking, "he thinks I have the fuck flu." "Umm interesting, and what do you think hot stuff?" "Well he did fuck me repeatedly with his poz cock so I'm guessing he's probably right. I really need to sit down now," he said and walked over to the waiting room. Oh my god someone please kill me. "Umm sorry about that, I think this flu has him a bit delusional." "Oh there's nothing to be ashamed of ginger. If you managed to knock that fine boy's ass up that's something to be proud of." I must have had a confused look on my face because he just smiled and said, "you'll find this practice is just a little different than most others when it comes barebacking. We believe you should always fuck raw and poz guys are extremely special. Why don't you go have a seat with you friend, the doc will be with you shortly." Wow, if the doctor was half as easy going as his receptionist then I had definitely found my new GP. I walked over to the waiting room and stopped short when I couldn't see James at first. There was a guy with his back to me and then I noticed James, he seemed to have his head on the guy's lap. "I am so sorry," I started to say as I went over to them. "Kevin, well fuck me. What are you doing here?" "Oh I'd love to fuck you again Brody," he said licking his lips, "but I thought you might need some help with your friend here," he said stroking James's head. James was almost purring. He looked up at me with a big grin on his face, "do you like my new daddy? I think he likes me because I can feel his dick getting harder." I could hear Matty chuckling from the front desk. "James this is Kevin. He's the guy that knocked me up. So technically he's my poz daddy." He sat up and turned to get a good look at Kevin. "Mmm, so I guess that makes you my grandpoz then. I can't wait to have your dick buried deep inside me, sir." Before Kevin could respond a gorgeous 6' tall muscular hunk wearing skin tight scrubs walked up to us. It was obvious he wasn't wearing underwear as I could see the outline of his impressive cock. Fuck I was horny. "Hi guys, my name's Chris, I'm Dr. Manning's nurse. Hey Kevin great to see you again. So I take it this is your new son?" "Actually he's more like my grandson. Brody here," he said pointing to me, "is my poz son. He's the one responsible for turning this little guy." He had his arm around James who was busy running his fingers up and down the length of Kevin's hard cock through his pants. Chris smiled, "I love it when chasers seroconvert. Even though they feel sick they're usually horny as hell." He reached for James and helped him up. "Okay son, why don't you come with me and we'll go see the doctor. Matty, why don't you close for lunch and take Kevin and Brody with you to the break room." "Excellent idea," Matty said already locking up. This was by far the most laid back sexually charged doctor's office I'd ever been to. I was definitely going to need to visit the bathroom to jackoff soon. Chris lead James away so Kevin was able to finally to stand up and give me a hug. He squeezed me tight grinding his hard crotch against mine. "I'm so proud of you for spreading the bug." He leaned down and started kissing me deep. "As hot as this scene is I think we'll be a lot more comfortable in the break room." Kevin pulled away from me. "Mmm, Matty's right. You're gonna love this." He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall. Matty was holding the door to the room open for us. Words cannot describe what I saw. "Holy fucking shit! Is this a doctor's office or a sex club?" I asked trying to pick my jaw up off the floor as I took in the sling, fuck bench, Saint Andrew's cross and table with a ton of sex toys laid out. "Nevermind I don't care I'm so horny I just need one of you to fuck me now," I said ripping my clothes off. They both grabbed me and threw me into the sling. Kevin secured my wrists while Matty took care of my legs. My cock was leaking like crazy. Matty ran his fingers over my stomach to gather my precum that was pooling there so he could lube my hole. "As much as I love your fingers inside of me I'd really prefer your dick instead." Kevin started stripping Matty as he continued to play with my hole. "Boy, you're going to love Matty's cock. He's hung like a fucking horse and his PA always feels amazing as he's destroying a cunt." I looked up and saw a 9" rock hard dick that was easily thicker than a beer can making its way towards my cunt. The fact that Matty was such a small guy made his cock look even bigger. I felt the metal of his peircing first as he started to push into my body. He was going way to slow trying not to hurt me. "Oh dear god shove that monster inside me and rape my fucking pussy already." He didn't have to be told twice, he pulled out then slammed back in as hard as he could. I fucking saw stars as he took my breath away. He had this evil look in his eyes as he started to pound my ass. I was pretty sure I'd be walking funny for days. I was moaning like a bitch in heat, "oh god yes, destroy my pussy, fuck me rough." "Yeah you slut, you like my big poz cock inside you don't you." "Yes, yes, yes, harder!" "God he's a loud bitch. Kevin, why don’t you shut him up." I soon had a dick in my mouth to destract me from the assult on my cunt. So in other words I was in heaven. I'd been so busy concentrating on topping and spreading my poz seed that this was the first time in awhile that my cunt got to be the center of attention and the only thing that mattered was me getting used. Kevin came first shooting his load down my throat. Between the dick in my mouth and the one pounding my ass my own cock started to blow covering my chest in cum. In the process, my ass muscles clamped tight sending Matty over the edge. God that boy had huge loads, he shot seven or eight ropes of thick cum into my hungry pussy. Kevin pulled out of my mouth and leaned down to kiss me. "I'm so proud of you son." I just grinned at him, too exhausted to speak. I could feel Matty's cock deflating and slowly moving out of my ass leaving my hole wide open. Before I could miss the feeling for too long another cock shoved deep inside. Kevin was still making out with me and Matty was coming over to feed me his cock so I had no idea as to who had just entered me. I looked up and saw a hot man dressed from the waist up still wearing his white coat. His hard cock pumping in and out of my lossening hole. He saw me finally making eye contact and smiled, "hey slut, I heard you moaning so loudly I had to come sample your delicious cunt. Damn Matty did a number on you, look at that gapping hole," he said as he pulled out then slammed back in." "Oh god, I don't know who you are but please don't stop fucking me. Your cock feels so good." "I'm Dr. Manning," I guess Matty wasn't joking when he said this practice encouraged barebacking. "Fuck I'm getting close, you want me to add my strain to your DNA you whore?" "Yes! Fucking give me your toxic cum." He slammed in and started unloading, mixing his bug with Matty's." "Thank you, thank you, thank you," I kept repeating with a huge smile on my face. He pulled out and Kevin was right there to clean him off. Matty undid my wrists so I could shake Dr. Manning's hand. "A handshake seems a little formal after your raw dick was just seeding my cunt doc. I'm Brody by the way." He was laughing, "yeah sorry about that. I took one look at Matty ruining your pussy and had to take a turn." "You can breed me anytime. Damn, I wish all doctor's were like you. Oh fuck, I forget about James, is he alright?" Some friend I turned out to be laying here with two loads up my ass and one down my throat, forgetting the whole reason we were there. Dr. Manning helped me out of the sling and over to a chair. "He'll be fine. I think the worst of his flu has passed. Just make sure he keeps hydrated and gets plenty of rest. We'll have his blood work back in a day or two to confirm his status for sure but I'll let him share with you the results of his rapid test." At that moment James walked into room following Chris, both of whom were naked. I could see cum dripping down his leg. He grinned at me and said, "congrats Brody, it worked, you knocked me up."

I have dreamed of going to any bathhouse since I was old enough to masturbate. I have looked all over the internet since I was eleven and first started to masturbate and have fantasized about what would happen to me when I go there. I am barely legal now and the opportunity has been presented to me. I have a fake ID now that says I'm 21 and my parents felt I was old enough to be by myself for the weekend so now I am ready to finally take the plunge and go to the one bathhouse that I have read was the best one online from all the reviews of their site. I packed up all I thought I would need for the night and got into my car and drove the hour away from my house till I was met with an Iron gate at the entrance to the bathhouse. I grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door of what looked like a huge house that stood three stories tall. I walked in the door shaking with both fear and excitement with what was about to happen. I was met by the man at the window. He asked me if this was my first time here and when I said yes he told me I was lucky that the cover and locker fee was waived tonight for new comers. He asked to see my ID and when he looked at it closely he handed it back to me and pushed the membership form at me and had me fill it out. Once everything was done he handed me a towel, key and a small brown bottle and when I looked confused he told me that they were poppers and when I was having fun to hold the bottle under my nose and breathe in deeply. I thanked him and ,made my way to the locker room to put away my clothes and began my journey into the new world. I put the key around my wrist and the brown bottle in my sock after breaking the seal I put it in my sock and started to explore. I started on the ground floor and saw other guys walking around either naked or wearing tight underwear. I dove deeper into the building and started to go up there stairs to the second floor. I started to hear all sorts of sounds from various rooms of many guys having all sorts of fun and it was making me horned up and super excited. I got allot of looks from guys walking around and got groped and pinched by many of them. I walked by a set of plastic door strips which looked like it led into a pitch black room and there was a symbol of a scorpion above the door. I didn't understand what that meant so I passed it for now. I kept walking and saw a few doors open and looked in and saw some twink being pounded into the bed hard by a rough looking guy. I stopped for a few moments and started to tug on my cock under my towel. I was jealous of the twink and hearing the sounds he made started to make me moan from it. The top heard me and turned his head in my direction and I felt a shock run through my body straight to my cock. The top smiled at me and without missing a beat he mouthed to me "i'll find you for this later." I could feel myself turn bright red and started to scurry on off. I went to the top floor which turned out to be a pretty cool club. The music that was playing through the building was going on up here and I saw through all the lights that there was so much sex going on. Every corner of the club there were orgies and other various fuckings going on and I knew this was going to be a great night. I walked over to an empty couch that I found and decided that this was going to start now. I grabbed the bottle of lube I had and applied a good amount to my hole then remembered the bottle in my sock I grabbed it and then positioned myself on my hands and knees ready to make my fantasy a reality. I took the bottle to my nose and inhaled just like the guy at the front told me and I completely felt myself swimming. I swayed around on the couch unknowing I was being watched and by the time I steadied myself on the couch I wasn't aware that my ass was being stretched and that there was a giant cock being shoved into my ass. I screamed both in surprise and in pain as this massive intruder worked its way up my tight ass. I tried to push back but my intruder held me down onto the couch to keep me in place. The intruder growled at me and just told me to hit the bottle again and enjoy this. I grabbed the bottle again and took another hit off of it and sure enough my body relaxed more to make it easier for the onslaught. I started to moan more in pleasure remembering that this is what I truly wanted and went with it. I moaned more and more from the pleasure and this man pounded me more freely. As he went to town on my ass the sounds made me a center of attention and drew more guys around me. I felt this man's cock get bigger and bigger and I knew what that meant and I was ready to get my first load of the night in hopes more would follow. With one more loud growl this man slammed into me hard and I could feel was a powerful six shots of cum being unloaded into my ass. I felt my balls tighten as well and splattered my load onto the couch and it felt like one of the biggest loads I've ever had. When the mans cock slid out with a pop from my ass I smiled and turned around to see the man responsible for popping my cherry and saw it was the man I saw in the room from earlier. He looked at me and smiled like he did before and brought his lips to my ear and whispered "I told you i'd find you." I was happy to see such a hot stud all sweaty from our fucking. What I saw and was a bit confused about was the scorpion tattoo I saw on his cock but I decided to wait and think more on it later on because my mind was more on the moment and waited for the next cock to fuck me.

Ch.6 I think I must have blacked out for a moment or five. The next thing I am truly aware of is regaining focus with my face pressed into the surface of the bench while my body is being rocked from a slow deliberate fucking. “Unh. Unh. Unh.” The moaning breaths are being forced out of me from the hard, staggered thrusts. I don’t know if the guy fucking me is the same one who was fisting me or if I have been passed on yet again. I grip the edges of the bench and push my upper half up. The hands on my waist grip me tighter. “Back with us are you? Hope you don’t mind we just kept the party going.” The slapping of his hips into my arsecheeks speeds up and he drives his cock harder into me. Automatically I press back to meet him. As sloppy as my arsehole now is it still feels so good to be fucked hard and fast. I try my best to tighten my hole around his pounding cock to make it feel even better for him. “Fuck yes you little slut. You really do want all these loads don’t cha?” “I...really...do” I manage to gasp out in response between his shoves which have gone up a gear. He slaps my arse a few times making me yell out wildly spurring me to push myself harder back onto him. “Got another hot poz load for you slut!” “Please...” Is all I have time to say as he collapses over my back and his hips shudder. Deep inside me his cockhead is spraying my insides down with his poisonous seed. He holds inside me for a good few moments after cumming. Rocking his hips and slowly working his cock in and out of me. He pushes that load as deep as he can before he finally slips out. Leaving me feeling empty. As he steps away from me I glance around the room and realise I am finally in here alone. Using the bench for support I raise myself onto my legs and stand there unsure if I can even manage to walk out. Unconsciously I reach between my cheeks and run my fingers over my arsehole. It is very open and very wet. Even just that contact makes me shudder in pleasure and I bring my slick fingers to my lips and suck the cum mixture from them sighing as I do so. Very cautiously I begin to make my way out of the room my legs trembling with exertion. At the top of the stairs I pause and looking down them it seems an impossible challenge to attempt that descent. “Well done fella!” I turn and see the daddy from before leaning against the wall. “Need a hand?” He grins as he asks this knowing full well I am utterly shattered. I just nod. He puts his arm around me and I have never felt more safe as he guides me down the stairs practically carrying me the whole way. No words are exchanged he just leads me through the building to the showers where he stands me under the hot spray. Holy shit does that feel good. My muscles are all starting to cry out for all the cheques I have tried to make them cash over the last few hours and under the hot water I begin to sag. The daddy catches me before I collapse and as I face the cascade of water he presses up behind me and starts to knead my shoulders. Then my arms. Then his broad hands are pressing and soothing my back. I place my hands on the wall for support as he works lower. Some strength returns to me as he continues to massage everything I have strained. I cannot help but moan as his hands work back up my legs and begin to knead and spread my cheeks. He leans in and I feel his beard scrape my skin then his tongue slides across my open arsehole. He sucks and tongues my cunt for several minutes while I press my fingers to the wall and shove my arse back to him spreading my legs to open myself even more. Without meaning to I have bent myself and presented my arse for breeding. I feel strong hands slide up my back as he stands and as his fingers curl over my shoulders and grip me there the unmistakable heat and weight of his cock presses up against my opening and slips inside without pause. “That was easier than the first time.” He chuckles softly as he says this but I still feel every inch as he pushes all the way in. As the hot water runs over us both he begins to fuck me. Long slow strokes all the way in then all the way back out. Every so often he pulls completely out of me and leaves me gasping for him to fill me again. Which he does. Gradually his pace builds. We are both moaning now and the slap of his wet skin on mine is the soundtrack as I push against the wall to meet his powerful thrusts. “One more load before you go?” It’s not really a question as we both know there’s no way I’m going to refuse now. I just continue to meet his thrusts and try to clench my anal muscles around his hot daddy cock. He growls in my ear as I do this and I arch my back to contour myself to his body. His pumping into me never slows he simply takes hold of me and grinds his hips against my arsecheeks making sure his cock is good and deep inside me on each in stroke. “This hole was meant to take loads.” “It was. Breed my hole. Make me take it all.” “Good boy. I hope its my load that converts you you dirty little cunt!” “Fuck yes! Poz my pussy! Poz my fucking pussy!” He is wildly fucking me by now and I am slamming myself back onto his dick needing his cock, his cum, his virus. With a final hard shove he presses me fully against the wall and I feel him shudder as his balls contract and his cock spews his potent charged sperm deep into my open and very receptive channel. He spins me around and plants a deep kiss on me. I return it with the same level of fervour. As he pulls away from me he smiles down at me. “You can find some or all of us here most weekends if you need another shot. I know I’d love to breed this hole again.” I nod. I know somehow that if I’m not already well on the road to conversion I will be here until the virus takes. After I dry myself, dress and step out of the door with a brief nod to the guy who took my money last night; I smile to the morning sky. At least I got that damn song out of my head.

Ch.5 Without ceremony I am lifted off of the daddy who just participated in giving me what was possibly the best orgasm of my life so far. My body is still trembling and I am panting as I am first placed face down back over a bench. Then hands at my hips pull me until my arse is raised up leaving me spread and exposed. I can feel cum running down the backs of my thighs and in my fuck delirium I smile at how much of a cumslut I must look. I begin to wonder at who will fuck me now. There is no question in my mind about that. Just who and how? I know I am here to be fucked until they want to stop. I am at once desperate to feel myself filled again and terrified that I have let myself be used in this way. Any strength or resolve I had to get up and walk away has long since been fucked out of me. Now is just acquiescence. I feel fingers at my hole and I moan softly at the teasing sensation. I shudder as my arsehole is probed and stretched. “Fucking look at that!” The words are seemingly coming from miles away but I can hear that the speaker is pleased and impressed. More fingers and I feel my ring being pulled open. Made to gape I feel more cum run from my stretched opening. The owner of the fingers begins a thrusting motion. See-sawing his fingers in and out. In and out. Over and over until I am involuntarily rocking my hips in time with his pumping digits. “Four fingers in you. You want to see if you can take it all?” I barely have time to register what has just been said let alone vocalise a response before I feel that pain pleasure mix that happens when your fuckhole is stretched to the limit. Right before it is made to go further. “Ohh Fuuck Nooooo!” I know the noise is coming from me but I can no more stop it than I can the determined pushing from behind me. I feel as full as I ever have. Even more so than being double fucked earlier. Something gives and there is a sensation of simultaneous pressure and relief. I am still so full but the stretching is lessened and I know that from behind I must look like such a slut as I am fisted for the first time. “Just to the wrist so far pussyboy.” Somehow I know that name is going to follow me around from now on. “Lets give you a work out!” Christ! how much more can they work me over? My silent question is answered immediately as I feel a pulling pressure and the hand currently filling my cunt is slowly removed. As the widest part slides through my opening in reverse and I feel the muscle trying to close around his fingers I groan at the exertion. My new assailant presses in again and I am stretched once more. Back out. Back in. Slow deliberate driving motions that have me digging my fingers into the cushioned surface of the bench and gasping over and over. With each pass I feel the motion is easier until the hand that had been causing me to cry out with every push and pull is now sliding into me almost effortlessly. What had started as a slow cautious insertion is now a very definite fuck stroke. “Oh yeah look at that hole open up!” “Look at that bitch fucking move. You love it don’t you?” I do. No hiding it. No denying it. My body gives me away again and I am writhing and panting like a bitch in heat as my body is stretched and used for every sordid pleasure they can test me with. And they test me. With the hand fully inside my anal canal I feel the fingers clench into a fist. Then the guy behind me begins to twist his hand inside me. Then his fingers open and his hand is pulled out fast. Then shoved back in. I am trying to move my hips to match his toying with me. My mind is pretty much blank by this stage and I am helplessly lost in a fuck fugue state. Having my fuckhole tortured so expertly has my cock dripping precum again and I am babbling incoherently in rapturous bliss. Every step is incremental. By now my fist fucker is pushing his hand up my arsehole to the wrist every time. Only now, once inside, he is closing his fist before pulling out. I am aware enough to feel my hole relaxing more as he pushes me bit by bit. Like the biggest plug in my toy box he has made me gape enough for something more. He pulls out. I wait hungrily to be filled again only this time on the in stroke he doesn’t open his hand. I feel the blunt face of his fist press against my anal muscle and it is no contest. Hours of fucking, so much cum, spit and lube and the way he has forced my hole to open for him allows his fist to punch right inside me. I try to brace myself but its no good. I can only take it. Punch. Twist. Pull. I should be screaming but I am grunting as he milks my cock from inside. The precum is flowing out of my cock from this over stimulation and I am shaking all over as though in a constant whole body cum. Punch. Twist. Pull. Fuck how can this feel so good? But it does and I know I’ll need to feel it again. Punch. Twist. Pull. Oh My God I want more! More! MORE!

Ch4. I have no Idea why I’ve never been in one of these before. That was the thought that kept bouncing around my brain as I went from shaky legged uncertainty to weightless wonderment. The material of the sling moulds to the contours of my back as I feel myself relax onto it. Maybe I was exhausted, or just past caring. I don’t even protest when they strap my legs. I knew I was at their mercy and that was actually thrilling, a feeling of total submission. I was very definitely their toy to enjoy and although I had already proven that in the previous few hours; now I think was a test of limits. Being preoccupied I guess I was unaware of them during the previous fucks I had taken over the bench. They had apparently been watching me the whole time and waiting to bring me into their circle where willing holes were always welcome. The first to line up and slide in doesn’t say anything to me. He just leers down as he swings me along the length of his cock. I stare up at him, my focus split between his hungry gaze and the very prominent biohazard tattoo around his right nipple. I had so much spunk dripping from me by now that I guess it no longer matters who breeds me now. Even if only a few of those loads were poz there was a good chance, after the number of rough poundings I had received, that it was already well on its way to changing me. He speeds up the thrusts and I grunt in response. Despite everything I still need to feel my hole pounded. The pure pleasure is everything that I care about now. The sensations pulsing from my fuckhole cloud my every other judgement. Getting fucked more and more is my every need. He certainly delivers on that. His cock is average; his stamina is amazing. He fucks me for a solid twenty minutes before there’s any change in pace from him. All that time I am just making the animal noises that are forced from me with every thrust of his rigid cock. All that time I beg for him to fuck me harder. Plead with him to breed me again, to shoot more cum into me. I feel him tense as I cry out for his sperm. His fingers dig into my thighs, he shoves into me hard and he holds himself steady. Balls deep inside me his cock pulses another charged load to add to the mix. I sigh in contentment. This is so much more than I came in for but it’s exactly what I had been looking for, I know this now. My silent fucker smiles down at me as he unsheathes his cock from me, pats my arse affectionately and nods once at a job well done. I just collapse back and stare once again at the ceiling waiting for whatever is to come. I don’t have to wait long as I am unstrapped and helped down from the sling by two guys. The bigger of the two is a real daddy type. Broad and strong he holds me up easily and I cling onto him inhaling his musk with a need I have never recognised in myself before. He sits back on a bench and lifts me across his lap which makes me think momentarily that he could be a very bad Santa. I almost ask if he has a gift for me as he lowers me onto his thick cock. It’s a silly question. I already know he does. I lean forward and kiss him tasting tobacco on his tongue. He grabs my arsecheeks with strong hands and begins to lift me up and down as though I were nothing. As wonderful as this fuck is I don’t have time to settle into the rhythm as suddenly the second guy who helped me out of the sling is there behind me. His hard cock rubbing over my already full boycunt. I weakly try to protest but it is clear this was the plan all along and I am held firm as the rubbing becomes a steady pressure and then a POP. The noise I make as my anus is pulled apart by this second cock entering me is somewhere between a sob, a keening and the most lustful moan I have ever produced. My whole body tenses as I am stretched beyond my limits. I wonder just what I must look like straining to cope as I am double fucked between two men who look just like father and son. They alternate thrusts into me sliding their full cocks across each other in their quest to fill me and take their pleasures from my body. The stretching, the movement, the total loss of control. It’s all too much for me and as these two men use me as their shared cocksleeve my own cock erupts. The spasming of my body sets off the younger man behind me and he jams into me with a staccato pumping that coats my inner walls and daddy’s cock with more sperm. He slides out and the daddy under me smiles up and reaches between us. Rubbing the load I have just shot over him he collects it on his fingers then pushes them into my mouth. “Good pussyboy! Nothing like cumming while your cunt is being wrecked to show everyone what you are.” It sounds like a taunt but his expression is genuinely friendly. He means it as a compliment. I am a good hole for him and his friends. As I lap up my own spunk from his fingers he continues to fuck me for several more minutes. I can tell he is getting close by the look on his face. At some point I have taken over without realising the transition. I am riding him hard with almost no effort from him. Pumping my hips to get his cock as far into me as I can as he relishes the soft embrace of my slick channel. He pulls me down and presses his lips to my ear with a growl. “Getting close boy. If you keep riding me you’ll get seeded good.” “I know.” “Those other boys, poz every one.” “I know, I want it.” “Want what?” “Your cum.” “Say it louder.” “I want your cum!” “Louder slut.” “I want your poz cum in me. Fuck it into me!” “Fucking shout it bitch!” “POZ ME! BREED ME! FUCKING USE ME UP!” He grabs me hard and pulls me into a crushing embrace as his cock delivers the toxic sperm these men have made me crave. Kissing me deeply we both shake at the intensity. Both collapsing onto the bench sheened in sweat and cum. The moment broken as a cheer erupts around the room and I am pulled away from this private universe into the now. There are still quite a few men watching my conversion. I am hit by a wave of nervousness. How much more can I take?

Moderator's Note: This story is a spin off from two previous stories that you can find here and here. Chapter 1 Hi guys, name's Brody. I'm a twenty-eight year old fight attendant. I'm 5'7" have a tight lean body with short red hair, lightly dusted six-pack abs, very hair legs and an average 6" cock. Oh yeah, I recently got knocked up, and yes I chased! I thought my ex was chasing too but turns out he's just asshole fucking wanker who's not worthy of the gift. I met my poz daddy Kevin, on one of my flights. He happened to be seroconverting at the time and well let's just say he was more than happy to help me out. A couple of months after I officially joined team poz I put in for a transfer to be based on the east coast. I had a good friend that worked for the same airline who was looking for a new roommate so I jumped at the opportunity. There were three of us, me my friend James and some woman who worked for a different airline. My first weekend there it was just me and James so we spent the time getting drunk and reconnecting. He's a small guy, a little taller than 5'6" totally smooth, very skinny but extremely strong, which I found out first hand when he pinned me down and rode my hard cock. But I'm getting ahead of myself. He's a couple of years older than me and had a boyfriend for awhile until they decided to open their relationship. Turned out his bf, who was pushing to open things up, really didn't want it but James, who was only going along with it to keep him happy discovered he loved having a different cock inside him every night. I finished unpacking my stuff and had just gotten out of the shower when he walked in to tell me dinner had arrived. I only had a towel wrapped around my waist while I was looking for my shorts. "Damn," he whispered, "you've been working out, you look hot. Fuck me! You have tattoos. When did you get that? Holy shit is that a biohaz tat? Fuck Brody are you poz?" Shit! I thought my head was going to explode. He was right next to me and reached out to touch my tat on my bicep. He started tracing the outline with his finger. "God that is so sexy." he said. I looked down and noticed his shorts were tenting. "You like my tat?" "Are you kidding? I think a bio tat on a guy makes him ten times hotter. I always get hard when I see one." "I noticed," I said grabbing his crotch and squeezing. "Maybe you should get one." "Mmm we'll see." "Please tell me you don't make your tops cover up." "Yeah, usually." "Damn and here I thought you'd become a proper slut." "At least tell me your not on PrEP." "No not yet. Keep meaning to talk to my doc about it but haven't yet." "Mmm good!" He was still tracing my tattoo and I could see a wet spot forming on his shorts. "So let me ask you, why do you let some guys fuck you raw?" "Ahh come on man you know why." He looked at me with guilt in his eyes. "That's what I thought you slut. Nothing feels better than skin on skin, having your top shove his raw dick deep inside your hungry pussy. Filling you up with his speacial cum. So tell me, ever had a poz cock inside you?" He shook his head yes. The wet spot on his shorts was growing. I reached inside and took hold of his leaking dick. Did you make them suit up?" He couldn't look at me, just looked at the floor in shame and shook his head no. "Were they on meds?" "I don't know, I didn't ask." He whispered. "Do you want me to stick my poz dick in your neg pussy?" He was shaking, his fingers still tracing my tat. "You know what you have to do to earn your own tat, slut." I put my hand on his chin and moved his face up so I could kiss him. He melted into me. "Brody, this is so wrong. We can't do this." "What are we doing that's wrong James?" "Fucking raw, your poz I'm neg." "I know, but trust me we can easily fix that problem," I said winking at him. "Tell my why you're really not on PrEP." He whined, "Brody please don't make me do this." "Okay," I said turning away and walking out of my room. I could hear him groan behind me. Damn this was fun. I felt like I had so much power over him. I went into the living room, grabbed a piece of pizza from the box he'd placed on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. I made sure to spread my legs which loosened my towel. "Mmm good choice on the pizza." I took another bite and licked my lips. "Fuck Brody, you're killing me." "I'm sorry James. Do you want me to put some clothes on?" I started to get up. "No!" He said a little too quickly. "What do you want me to do?" I undid my towel and let it drop to the floor. "Oops. My cock was rock hard sticking out proud from my red bush with a drop of precum on the tip. Now it was his turn to lick his lips in hunger. He fell to his knees and stuck his tongue out to taste my precum. He let out a sigh then swallowed my cock whole. "You hungry slut, suck my poz dick, that's it get it nice and wet. Mmm, you're good at that." He looked up at me his face covered in slobber but he was grinning from ear to ear. "You look good on your knees worshipping my cock. Doesn't it feel good to give in to yours primal needs you whore?" "Holy fuck yes! I've wanted you to fuck me for years." "Strip." He didn't even hesitate. I love that moment when a guy realizes their only purpose is to become poz. He bent over the couch, nodded at me then faced forward. The time for teasing was over, there was no way I was going to give him an opportunity to change his mind. I rammed my dick in until my balls bounced off his ass. "Damn James, you have a well seasoned cunt. They was no resistance at all." "Oh my god, fuck me hard. Feels so good." "You like this poz dick deep inside your neg cunt?" He did respond just kept moaning. "I asked you a question boy," I said slapping his ass. "Please don't make me say it Brody." "Say what? That you're a bug chasing whore who's finally admitting to the world that he needs to be pozzed." "Yes." I could hear him start to cry. "It's okay James," I said, never once slowing my assult on his pussy. "I totally understand. I was like you too in the beginning. First time I took what I thought was a toxic load I was scared to death." His whimpers were starting to sound more like moans of pleasure. "The load wasn't really poz?" He asked. "The guy was undetectable but I thought he was toxic. Didn't find that out until a couple of months ago. Turned out my ex didn't really want to convert so he lied to me and told me all the loads I took were toxic when they weren't. Anyway, my point here is that after that first load I couldn't stop thinking about poz cum. I became addicted as I have a feeling you will too." He was full on moaning at this point. "How's my poz cock feeling inside your neg pussy now?" "Fucking amazing! Please don't stop, flood me with your toxic cum." "Good boy. Are you ready for your second load?" "Second?" He asked as he let out a deep moan. "The thing is, ever since I got myself knocked up I've been able to cum multiple times without pulling out from a neg hole, so yep I've already given you one toxic dose and I'm very close to number two." "Fuck! Yes, yes, yes give it to me. Set me free. Please!" With that my dick shot rope after rope of my toxic cum deep inside him. He let out a very satisfied sigh. "That was amazing. Fuck I can't believe I did that. Shit that was, just wow." My dick slowly pulled out of his cunt. "God I can't believe your pussy, it's so wet and sloppy." I knelt down and rubbed my fingers around his puffy hole. I couldn't take it wasn't longer and started licking around his cunt tasting my load and his ass juices. "Damn Brody leave that cum inside me so it can do its job." "What happened to the anxious bottom who didn't want my poz cock anywhere near his neg holes?" "Oh that fucker's left the building. How much time do you need to be ready to go again?" I started laughing, "I knew I had you when you couldn't stop touching my tattoo." "So I take it you're really poz and not on meds?" "Yep and yep." "And you really chased?" "I did and it seemed like you are too?" "Well I'd be lying if I said I didn't get rock hard everytime I see a guy with that tattoo or the scorpion one," he said tracing my tat again. "You're definitely going to need to get one as soon as you're one of us. I fucking love mine. I really wanted one on my lower arm but you know the regs..." "No visible tattoos permitted," we both said at the same time, laughing. He grabbed a piece of cold pizza and suddenly went quiet. "You okay over there?" "Yeah, I just can't believe I did that. If I'm honest with you I've put off my doctor's appointment three times this year. I kept telling myself it was because I was too busy but who am I kidding, I just didn't want to go on PrEP." "Yes, but you were still demanding your top suit up right so you were still protected." "Yeah well I may not have been totally honest with you about how often I insisted on condoms. I didn't want you to know how slutty I really was," he said sheepishly. I laughed, "I knew by your permanently puffed out cunt lips that you were no choir boy. You ever top or mostly just bottom?" "Well with this little thing," he said grabbing his tiny dick, "most guys can't feel me inside them at all and let's face it, I'd much rather have a hard cock buried in my cunt anyway. I'm a total bottom whore, I totally own my place." "I think it's safe to change that to total bottom cum whore soon to be poz cum dump." "Hell yeah! So you ready to give me some more of your toxic cum?" "Neither one of us had to work until tomorrow evening so that gives us plenty of time to work over your cunt and make sure you're good and knocked up." "God, I'm so glad we held off and rented the room to you." "You had other interested parties?" "Some woman that works with Amy," our other roommate. He shivered, "I'm so glad we went with you." "Me too." He stood up, looked at me with hungry eyes and said, "I hope you've had enough time to recharge your batteries because I need your poz dick back inside me." With that he'd pushed me on my back, straddled my hips pinned my arms to the floor and sat down on my hard cock. Damn for such a little guy he was strong. By the time we left for work the next evening I'd managed to dump another six loads deep inside his wrecked pussy. So far I was loving my new assignment.

Chapter 2 The next couple of weeks flew by. I'd add to James' poz load count as often as possible but with our different schedules that didn't happen as much as either of us would've liked. But he assured me not to worry, he was taking every load he could possibly find, absolutely no questions asked. I loved it when a guy was as slutty as me. I managed to hook up a few times but it definitely wasn't nearly enough. My last several flights had been busts. So by the time I got to the airport today I was horny as fucking hell. I just hoped this flight had more potential than my last one. I don't know what it was about my luck lately but the last couple of flight crews I was assigned too were all women or straight guys with me as the token gay boy. I couldn't even score a bi-curious dude who wanted to"explore" his sexuality. When I checked in I saw that maybe my luck was changing. All three of the flight attendants were men. Me, Steve, who I'd worked with before and knew was definitely gay, and Bob. I'd never met him but was getting the vibe that he may just be up for some fun. He was an older daddy bear, not normally my type but damn when he'd look at me and smiled all I could think about was seeing him naked and doing whatever he said. I caught both guys whispering and looking at me when they didn't think I was watching and as soon as I made eye contact they'd look away. Okay that was strange. I thought I had worked well with Steve, but then again maybe not. We went about our business and pretty soon were underway. We were about an hour into the flight and had a little down time so I was at the back of the plane reading when Bob came up to me. "Easy flight so far." "You better not have just jinked us," I said giving him a smile. He seemed nervous like he wanted to ask me something. "Umm, you, umm, is your roommate's name James?" Ahh, so that's what they'd been talking about. "Yep, it sure is. Have you worked with him?" "Ahh, yep last week." Okay, so for such a hot looking daddy it was comical watching him flounder like this. I would've expected him to be totally dominant. "He ahh, told me about his hot new roommate who was trying to knock him up, if you know what I mean." "Well since I'm the roommate I think it's safe to say I know exactly what you mean." I saw his pants starting to get tight. "Better be careful Bob, wouldn't want you to offend any old ladies or straight guys if they got a look at your growing crotch there." He smiled, "well this wouldn't be the first time. Although, in my experience, I've found the little old ladies usually don't mind at all." I laughed and he continued, "so you see the guy in 14C?" "Oh yeah I noticed that cutie." "He's my boyfriend." "Mmm, lucky you." "I was wondering if you'd want to join us tonight?" "What'd you have in mind Bob?" "I want to watch you impregnate my boy. He's been begging me to open up our relationship for months. James, Steve and I were all at the same hotel bar last week after a flight and your roomie told us in great detail about you fucking him with your poz dick." "And what did you think?" I cautiously asked. He placed my hand on his hard crotch. "What do you think? We took James up to his room and fucked him all night. It was realmy hot." "You or Steve poz?" "No, we're both on PrEP." "Mmm too bad. Your boyfriend on PrEP too?" "Nope, I called him that night and told him to flush his meds down the toilet." "Damn you're a sick fuck. You want to stay neg but you want your boy knocked up." "I told him I'd open the relationship up but he had to go off PrEP and take any load offered regardless of status." "Fuck me! What'd he say?" He pulled out his phone and showed me a video of his boy dumping the blue pills in the toilet and flushing them away. The camera then turned to show his boy's grinning face. Damn now I was hard. "Oh yeah I think we can arrange something as long as you agree to fuck me while I'm fucking your boy." "Deal." We somehow managed to make it through the rest of the flight and were soon watching all the passengers deplane. I was up front when Steve slid up next to me and whispered in my ear, "I haven't taken my PrEP for a week. Think I'm still protected." "Hmm, only one way to find out. Did Bob invite you to join us tonight?" "Yep, you okay with that." "Of course, why fuck one neg unprotected hole when I can fuck two." A couple hours later we found ourselves in Bob's hotel room. The three guys all seemed a little nervous so I took charge. "Okay so I think we're all wearing way to many clothes. Strip! Then anyone not on PrEP get on the bed on all fours, ass towards the door." The boy didn't even hesitate and assumed the position in seconds. He was cute, probably early twenties, pretty smooth, with a beautiful pink hole that was winking at me. I noticed Steve was still standing naked besides Bob. "What are you waiting for Steve. On the bed, show me your neg unprotected cunt." He shrugged his shoulders at Bob and climbed up next to the boy. I turned to Bob and said, "looks like your the only one not ready to embrace their destiny, yet. Eat your boy out, that's the only lube he's getting." I gave Steve's ass a few licks then rubbed my very wet cock head around his hole. I didn't even ask if he was ready just pushed in as far as I could go. "You ready for my poz load?" "Yes! Please knock me up." "Good answer, you really never had a choice once my dick was inside you." It didn't take me long to unload my first load of the night. I looked over and Bob was just staring at me at like a deer caught in headlights. "Don't worry Bob, your boy will get my next load. I can come multiple times in one session. I have enough toxic cum to make sure both these sluts are well on their way to joining the club. I was still hard when I pulled out of Steve so I just pushed Bob out of the way slammed my dick into his boy. I could tell he wasn't as experienced as Steve as his hole was a lot tighter, but we'd fix that soon enough. "Wait, I think I've changed my mind. Please don't cum in my boy. I don't want him to be pozzed." His boy was moaning so loud now, "don't you dare pull out until you've coated my cunt in your poz cum," he screamed out. "Nothing to worry about boy. Once I'm in I never pull out till my toxic babies are doing their job. You promised to fuck me Bob. Man up and stick your dick in me while I pound your boy." Steve got off the bed and moved Steve into position. "Come on Bob, look how hot his dick looks going in and out of your boy. This is exactly what you wanted, now comes on and fuck your boys gifter." That's all it took to get Bob to start fucking me. I did most of the work fucking myself on Bob's dick while pounding away at his boy. Steve climbed under the boy and started sucking him off. He started shooting his load down Steve's throat which caused him to clamp down on my dick sending my load deep inside his cunt and Bob was close behind. When everyone was done cumming we collapsed as one on the bed. "You doing okay there Bob?" I asked. "Honestly not sure. I think I need to gather my thoughts." I took that as my clue to get the fuck out of there. Steve and I both got dressed and excused ourselves as fast as we could. I turned to Steve while were in the elevator. "What about you, any second thoughts?" "Dear god no! That was the best sex I've ever had. Were you serious about being able to come multiple times because I'm going need several more toxic loads from you tonight." "Excellent, my rooms on this floor let's go." I'd given him two more loads and he'd given me one and we were just trying to catch our breath when they was a knock at my door. I'm not shy so I didn't bother putting anything on. I opened the door and Bob's boy was standing there with a hungry look in his eyes. I recognized that look, he'd had his first taste of poz cum and needed more. "Get in here slut. On the bed, legs in the air." I rubbed my cock head around his hole. "What do you want from me boy?" "Your poz cum please!" "What about your Daddy?" "I'm not his boy anymore. He doesn't understand my needs." "And just what do you need?" "To be pozzed!" He screamed. I shoved in and started pounding the hell out of his pussy. It didn't take me long to give him his second toxic load. "Good boy. There's lots of great poz daddies out there that would love to have a boy like you." "Thank you Brody. That was amazing." "You going to be okay kid?" "Me? I'm fantastic. I knew he wasn't right for me but he had such a nice dick I didn't want to give that up, but taking your poz load was like having a switch flipped inside me and there's no going back now." The three of us continued playing late in the night until I finally kicked them out back to Steve's room since I had an early flight in the morning. I didn't get much sleep but woke up extremely satisfied and happy that two more neg guys were on the journey to permanently changing their status.

Ch.3 It all gets blurry after this. I was already in the middle of a fuck high and still trying to process everything that had just happened. Now, however, I was in the middle of a cluster of men. All had just watched me bred and judging from the stiffness of the cocks on display they all wanted to join in adding to the cum cocktail now inside me. I felt several pairs of hands on my skin. Stroking me, poking and pinching me. Groping and exploring my body as I remained on my hands and knees like a prize bitch before judges. My nipples were being pulled and my cock was squeezed and stroked as I panted at the overwhelming attention. I felt multiple fingers probing my arsehole. Several at once stretching me even more than the thick cocks of the last two to fuck me. I was moaning and gasping continuously as the sensations all played against each other and left me almost delirious with lust. Pretty soon there was a hard cock right in front of my face and without thinking I opened my mouth and began sucking the tip. Other cocks appeared and were wanked next to my face as I continued sucking the first cock offered. The first guy pulled away by some unspoken signal and was replaced by another cock and I just kept sucking and licking. One would stay in my mouth for a few moments, maybe a minute or so, then they would step aside for another to press between my lips. Behind me it was largely similar. While I was busying myself giving blowjobs to any cock I could reach my arse was receiving a lot of attention. I had been spanked and fingered constantly since being surrounded but eventually someone took the initiative and mounted me. I’ll never know who they were but they fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes before grunting and depositing their own sticky load deep inside me. This was met with a small cheer and as he pulled out of my freshly fucked hole someone quickly replaced him and I was rocked on yet another anonymous cock. Several guys just jerked off over the fuck scene adding to the multiple spunk loads already soaking me. My arse was a sloppy, well fucked mess, I can only imagine it was pretty well gaped and puffy from how it felt to me. My face was dripping from loads as guys had pulled from my mouth to glaze me with cum like a victory mark. I honestly don’t know how long I was in that position or how many men took turns on me. All I know is that throughout the entire event my cock was leaking and tingling just on the edge of orgasm without release and this kept me begging for more. More cock. More cum. Any cock. Any cum. Eventually the numbers thinned as guys were spent or realised how long they had been there. I was left pretty much at the point of collapse, face down arse up, across the bench. There were I think five or six guys still there. All older but still sporting very hard cocks. They weren’t fucking me though. They were just stroking me and slowly bringing me back to my senses from the non-stop gang fuck I had endured. “Damn boy! That was fucking hot to watch.” “Yeah, you are one of the dirtiest cunts I’ve seen in here for a long time!” I smiled and lay on my back staring at the ceiling just revelling in the sensation still running through me. The constant prostate stimulation was keeping my own cock aching and throbbing but for some reason I just didn’t want to touch it. As I start to relax I feel someone step between my thighs and grab my ankles. I assumed he was one of the group who had stayed with me. He grinned down at me and dropped his towel to reveal a sizeable cock with a thick P.A piercing as I groaned at the thought of this working into me I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his hip the tail pointing aggressively towards the base of his shaft. My eyes go wide at the obvious implication, sure I’ve just been bred multiple times, but on the come down I was regaining a semblance of sense and I tense up a little. He chuckles pushes my legs wide and guides that thick poisonous dick to my sloppy open fuck hole. There is almost no resistance and he slides in my cum slick channel easily. “Nice wet cunt.” He leers down at me as his hips begin to rock. Damn he is deep in me and that PA is pressing on me in ways I’ve never felt. The other guys are just watching and jacking their cocks along with the pumping motion of this large toxic cock as it prepares my hole for another shot of venom. I am rolling my head back as he begins to increase his pace. My hands are clawing at the surface of the bench and my hips are bouncing onto him as he sets the pace. My body knows what it needs and it is reacting without my conscious action. “How many loads you got in you son?” I can barely garble a reply of “Dunno” “Good boy! Why count them? There’s never enough for a slut like you anyway.” I know it’s the truth. Even so I can feel myself blush. Naked, cum filled, cum covered. Just been fucked multiple times in front of lots of guys. But somehow its this that causes me to blush. He chuckles again and increases the pace. Fucking me harder, my hole is making obscene noises as he mixes all of the cum already in me up. I am back to panting and moaning when he throws his head back and grunts. His cock throbs inside my arse and I know he is delivering his dangerous cumload as deeply as he can. He slides himself from my very well used cunt and pats my shoulder. “You’re definitely in the club now boy. But I think my friends still want to make sure.” He gestures to the other men remaining and they help me stand and, in confusion, I allow them to lead me across the room on shaky legs where they push me back onto the sling and strap my ankles to the chains.

I am a Roman Catholic with all the baggage from that. I strongly disagree with you Pozlover1 when you say it is funny as fuck to swap S's name for Sarah Palin. I believe such swapping is totally demeaning to S.

Last night at the Cumunion party at Hawks in PDX. I took 6 loads and gave 2. It started out really slow, with almost no sex (or even touching) happening at all, not just me getting rejected, causing me to get frustrated and lose my hard on. Eventually was on my hands and knees on the bench in the dark room sucking 2 guys who couldn't get hard either when someone behind me and started rubbing my exposed hole. I reached back and found a nice hardening cock which was soon fully hard and shoved up my desperate ass, he fucked me for for quite a while, when the 2 guys I was sucking left, he came and pulled out so I turned around saw that I had just been bred by a beefy twink and sucked him clean. A guy on the other side of the bench started offering me his cock so I bent back over and took it, but my beefy twink did not leave and was soon hard and back in my ass. When the guy I was sucking left my top asked me to go back to his room to fuck, where he proceeded to fuck me for another hour and dump 2 more loads in me. After I sucked him clean after the last load I went back to the darkroom with my now dripping hole and rockhard cock and fucked and bred a a freshly loaded bear on the bench with several other guys fucking around us. After that I decided to relax in the sling to see what else might happen, and almost immediately got bred by 2 more guys. After that I got up and walked around the club, before returning to the sling area just as one of the lucky sling lizards got loaded. After his top pulled out and left I rubbed and fingered both our cummy holes a little before I started fucking him and after about 10 minutes he milked a 2nd load out of my balls. Not yet satisfied I walk around some more, watched 3 hot versatile guys train fuck each other for a while, before returning to the darkroom and started messing with an uncut latino who quickly started grabbing my ass, he told me to turn around and soon delivered load number 6 to my slutty hole. By that time 2 of the 3 train fuckers were in the dark room trading fucks with other verse guys they could entice to fuck them 1st. They tried to get me hard, but my 50 year old dick wouldn't cooperate and they didn't seem interested in fucking someone who couldn't return the favor, not that I blame them. After they left the darkroom, I walked around one more time, and didn't see any fucking going on and I was tired so I called it a successful night.

Ch.2 I’m not waiting long before I feel hands on my head making me face forward. I am lifted until on my hands and knees and facing a fairly thick set of legs with a thick cock jutting from between them. The head is leaking precum which has soaked all around his thick foreskin. I lick my lips unconsciously and lean forward. I run my tongue all around that cock head revelling in the flavour of his juices. I flick my tongue around the tip and his piss-slit before worming under that foreskin to tease around his glans. He begins to buck as I work the sensitive cockhead causing him to push into my mouth. I don’t hesitate and begin to suck him hungrily. He grabs my head on either side and starts a fucking motion. I start to moan around his dick to cause vibration through his shaft and he grunts at my efforts to please him. “Fucking good cocksucker, watched you take that load just now. Knew you’d want some more spunk in you.” As he says this I feel another pair of hands on my arse spreading me. I try to brace myself for the fucking to come but instead I feel warmth and then the sensation of my hole being licked. My eyes roll in pleasure as I am rimmed. The cock in my mouth keeps up its relentless pace and I am really moaning now as I feel fingers shoved into me. “Just wanted to make sure you were good and open. We’re both pretty thick.” The voice from behind me was a little muffled but I processed the intent and was thankful for the consideration. Even though I had just been fucked if the guy behind me was anything like the guy currently using my mouth it was going to stretch me. Moments later I feel the shifting as the guy behind me, satisfied that I was open enough, moves himself into position. The thick, blunt head that presses to my ring and forces through in a swift fashion would have had me shouting if I wasn’t already gagged with cock. It doesn’t really hurt, other than in that good way that comes from being stretched, but I feel unready as they both begin to match thrusts inside me. Filled at either end, my hips and head being held I have no choice but to go with it and ride it out. Not that I’m complaining. On the contrary I’m moaning like a total slut being stretched, fucked and used by two very thick cocked guys either one of which could probably lift me one handed. It is wonderful and I am completely gone. I’m not driving anymore. Need is. Lust is. These two amazing fuckers are. I know my arse is going to be gaped after this, the pounding that has built up behind me is punishing my behind in the best ways I can imagine. The long thrusts in and out of me in constant rhythm have my own cock bouncing under me and dripping precum like crazy. The slide and stretch that pulls at my anal muscles then keeps rocking my prostate has me bucking my hips like the keenest bitch. All the while I am drooling and moaning around the buddy who is using my mouth like his favourite wank toy. “Fuck this cunt is good.” “I know. Bitch can suck too.” “You close? Or you wanna swap?” “Happy to change it up, I want to try everything this fucker has before we breed him.” I can hear the words and in some way I understand whats happening as they both suddenly withdraw and leave me panting on the bench. A moaning sticky mess. They are quick to swap ends though and I am very quickly pulled back how they want me. With no time to relax or even say anything they both drive into me. I taste myself on the cock now filling my mouth holding my jaw wide. My tongue flicks around the shaft as the guy, who just seconds ago was stretching out my arsehole, begins to push into my throat. Trying to accommodate him my focus is lost as I am pushed forward by the guy behind me as he rams himself home. I am again a fuck tube for them both. I swear their cocks are almost identical. I feel stretched in practically the same way at either end as they pick up their pace. The hammering at my backdoor has me once again groaning in total pleasure around the cock making me gag and I feel my whole body shudder as they use me for their enjoyment. “Both of us are going to cum up your cunt.” “Yeah, we figured you were here for loads when we saw you bouncing on that cock earlier.” “Going to soak you with spunk you dirty slut.” “You know it’s what you want.” I know they were talking to me, I know it was all true. I do want it. It’s the only thing that matters. I need their cum mixing inside me. Even as they are talking I am nodding in agreement, unable to form any words around the impressive cock stretching my lips. “I reckon there’s a good few here tonight who’ll want to add to that cumdump hole.” “Fuck yes, you come in here and start taking loads you’ll definitely get noticed.” “No way you leave without being properly bred you dirty cunt.” I was moaning incoherently as they pound me harder. Their dirty talking turning me on but becoming darker as they fucked me more and more. Maybe it’s just cum talk. Saying the nastiest things to push each other over the edge. As their pleasure builds so they lose the normal internal censor. “Fuck yes! Building up a nice dirty load for your hole you fucking slut.” The guy fucking my arse wasn’t quiet he was pretty much yells this as he drive his thick shaft into my sloppy hole. It feels so good I can’t even try to pull away. But it’s pretty obvious they intend to make me take more than cum from them. “Fuck him harder.” The guy in my mouth is holding my head firmly as his mate slams into me over and over. “Tear that hole up good for your spunk!” “Oh yes going to knock you up bitch.” I was still rocking my hips. The pleasure is undeniable and with no way out I have to take his cock. And his cum. He groans as he shoves into me. I feel his cock pulsing as he squeezes my hips. “Fuck, oh fuck. Cumming you cunt. Breeding you!” I can’t help it. I moan around the cock in my mouth again. It does feel good and I love the sensation. I guess I just never expected to be used so thoroughly and in such plain sight. The cock is pulled from my arse and I start to slump on the bench. But I am held in place as the guy at my head moves behind me and jams his cock back into my fuckhole. “Oh fuck!” It’s all I can manage as I am again subjected to a pounding fuck. The guy who had just unloaded inside me has walked up to my head and knelt in front of me. Holding my head he looks into my eyes and grins. I am mumbling as I am taking his buddy’s cock hard and fast but he just talks to me. “Yeah we’re both poz. Both unmedicated and we’ve both fucked you hard. Plus from what I’ve seen behind you there’s quite a crowd who wanted to see what all the noise was and from all of the stroking going on quite a few want to add to the spunk filling inside you.” “I don’t..” “Shhh. Yes you do. You know you came in here tonight looking to get fucked and now you will be. By the time you leave here you will definitely be knocked up so you might as well enjoy it. It certainly looks like you have been so far.” As he finishes talking he reaches under me and squeezes my leaking dick. As he did this his mate fucked hard into me a few more times then roared as his climax took him over. My hole swallows his cock and his cum while I push my face into the bench yelling in my own pleasure. I hear a smattering of applause from around the room and I raise my head to see at least a dozen guys watching these two congratulating themselves on their very thorough breeding of me. As the two disappear out of the room several of the onlookers step forward and surround the bench. I realise I haven’t even moved. I’m still on my hands and knees presenting my well fucked arse to the crowd. I might as well have sent out invitations.

For me one of the hottest things has always been being watched when I get fucked. It all started years ago when my ex used to just love watching me get fucked and would encourage me and the tops to fuck like animals. He would spend the weekend organising tops to come over and fuck me - or take mt to a backroom and put me on the fuck bench and stand back and cheer from the grandstand as tops took turns at me. At first I was shy but I put that aside thinking I was pleasing him, then it suddenly became obvious it also pleased me immensely. I gradually became very addicted to audiences. I also enjoyed watching him fuck other bottoms in group sessions or one on one and even helped him procure bottoms that he wanted to fuck. I love an audience in backrooms, darkrooms, sex parties etc. It all becomes very primal for me and enhances the enjoyment I get from being bred. Do other bottoms and tops feel the same way

I often go to this sex party with a good mix of hot guys. It's all word of mouth, and you never know who's gonna be there. I almost always run into someone I know, but guys are discrete about it, and it's a good source of fuckbuds. I sometimes take a younger stud with me when I find the right match who seems into group and uninhibited about age and status. Over a year ago I brought this sexy vers blonde guy who's more of a top, but he was nervouse in the big group, and his dick wasn't really working, so he was total bottom that night. At one point I was fucking someone else on a bed and my blonde buddy was getting jack hammer fucked byt this crazy hot 30's latin guy. It was hot as fuck to watch, and that latin was fucking everyone hot at the party. The stud ended up cumming a GALLON by jacking off at the end of the party. It was kind of too bad he didn't breed someone with that, but it was so much cum and multiple guys were licking his load up, which was still VERY hot!! So I thought this stud was pretty much of a top and he seemed into younger bottoms. So I was surprised when the host emailed me a few days later saying that the latin guy asked for my contact info and said "you're welcome" lol. Our first fuck (and most since) have been quick lunch fucks. He told me the first time we connected that he's vers, but he doesn't flip. He's all top or all bottom. Turns out he's been ALL bottom the 8-10 times we've hooked up. Most have been quickies at lunch, and somehow he's ALWAYS prepared. I went to eat out his bubble ass the first time, and he stopped me. He likes to make out a lot but WON'T kiss if I've been eating ass. MAde me wonder if he's not really that clean, but he always is. So I figured ass to mouth is off the table 😞 He did ask if he could record it on his phone and has done that everytime we fuck one on one. I don't know where the vids end up, but he's so hot I feel like he's a "prize" and if guys see me fucking him I sure don't mind!! Overall I consider him a boring fuck, but super hot and good enough for a quickie when I need to cum. Since he's vers I asked one time after a few fucks if he wanted to tag team another bottom buddy from my gym. Keep in mind I met him at a big sex party where everyone was barebacking and no questions asked, no idea who's there. Somehow the latin stud asks about the bottoms hiv status, and I happen to know he's undetectable. All of a sudden the latin says he's gotta use a condom with the undetectable bottom. He said he's on Prep but only fucks safe with poz guys. Seriously???? We met at a big bb party, no questions asked lol. He had never even asked my own stataus while he's taking my loads and other guys I learned about from the party. And now he won't TOP and undetectable guy raw. So of course I wasn't gonna connect us with the gym bottom and moved on. I felt like latin guy was too ignorant, and most of the time I don't know other guys' status anyway, so my hookups with him got less frequent. He kept hitting me up to play and started wanting me to get other tops to tag team him with. It was too hard finding the right guy he was ok with, and I don't know most guy's statuus (and don't ask) so I hadn't fucked him in about 5 or 6 months. But he reappeared at the sex party last month. He was hot as fuck as always, but he was in full bottom mode now. He saw me when I came in and we acknowledged each otherr. I had already promised one bottom I'd breed him, but I knew I wanted to give the latind a load too. Right off the bat I saw him getting nailed. I got on the same bed as him, and I was getting fucked right next to him as soon as I got there. I needed a break and saw the guy I had promised a load to, and I went over and fucked his LOOSE hole and gave him a quick load. The latin had seen me breed him and figured he wasn't getting one from me. He would have, but he didn't stay long enough. A few days later he starts texting me again. I had shared a pic of a hot muscle daddy I wanted to share him with a couple months earlier. He really wanted a tag team AND for us to DP him. He started bragging to me that he got bred by 5 guys at the sex party, but he was shooting for 8 loads. I told him he could have easily had 8 if he stayed longer including one from me. So he starts begging me to set up a 3 way with the muscle dad I sent a pic of. No questions asked about him other than wanting a dick pic (already had face and body). Muscle dad was into it but had plans he'd have to rearrange for Friday night (two nights ago). It was looking iffy if top dad could make it so we start looking for a backup. I had a hot guy in mind from the same sex party who's a great top and hot, but I know he's been poz for 10+ years. I asked latin if he's cool with UD guys raw now. He said he's on Prep but the guy would have to pull out to cum. I told him NO, he's gonna want to cum inside you, and I'm not even gonna ask him to pull out. I told him there are a lot of poz/UD guys at the sex party, and I'd bet anything at LEAST one of the 5 loads he took at the party was NOT neg, probably more! After a few mins the latin asks me for a dick pic of the UD guy and says ok lol. I had to admit it was kinda hot having him say yes to the UD guy breeding him when a year ago he wouldn't even TOP an UD guy raw lol. I also totally learned he'll take any cock and load as long as status isn't even brought up. He didn't even ask about the other guy at all. He just doesn't wanna know. He's turned into much more of a pig from a year ago too. The original top dad came through and we tagged and DP's the latin Friday night. We both ate out his bubble ass and ALL kissed a ton after eating him out, we tag teamed him AND spit roasted him making him suck our cocks out of his hole, and we ended up DPing him swapping positions and finally both of us on our backs cocks squeezed together to make one FAT cock, and he slid his hole down pretty easily and rode up and down. I ended up breeding him that way, then the other dad fucked him missionary and came twice within 5 mins. I think I consider latin stud to have evolved from vers to a total bottom and will take any cock and load as long he doesn't know it might be poz. I have def learned not to bring that up at all for the future. The hot slut still has a ways to go, but nice evolution for one year :) I'm more interested in playing with him more and hooking up other guys to share him with. From now on, pic exchange only - no other stats needed or offered is obviously what he really wants :)

Part 3 You know the rush that come after you've stayed away? It was that. It was like the first time all over euphoric an overwhelming and crushing and liberating all in one. He gave me a moment to adjust. I sat on the bed as it came over me wave after wave. And then I was horny. insatiable and hungry with lust. i started to rub myself through my costume, I looked toward him. He was enjoying watching as I came Undone. I was so hard under my loincloth. I ripped the wig from my head and tore the already torn up shirt off. he advanced towards me and rubbed me at the taint. i pulled my legs up, wanting it all. "Have you slammed before?" He asked tossing his coat aside. this deviled adonis stood before me in boots, harness and briefs and I wanted all of him. "yes, sir. a long time ago..... I feel free again. holy god this is amazing." "You're a pig, aren't you. why were you pretending you weren't al these years. Funny how on Halloween your without your mask. free to be your true piggy self. Now it's my turn." and with that he slammed himself. I watched fascinated as i rubbed myself. the flash of his blood made me even hornier. I was moaning "You like to watch it go in, boy? That's hot. I have too many ideas of what to do with you." He held his arm above his head and coughed as his rush hit. and then he was all over me. He pulled my underwear down leaving the loincloth there. and then he was rubbing my hole. He spit in his hand and then parted me and plunged two fingers into my dark recess. I was here for it and I wanted more. "Cock!!" i groaned. "Oh you'll get it boy. You'll get it all. Follow me." And I did. Away from the coat room and into Steven's master bedroom. "We can't be in here!" I protested as he pulled me to him. "We already are. The coat room will be too busy with people getting their coats. Steven won't come here till the party is over. we have plenty of time. You just have to keep you voice down. Or I'll punish you. ...Or you can go and we can do nothing." "No, Sir. I want this. I need this. need you. Fuck, you're sexy." He kissed me gently at first and then more insistently. He brought my hand to his crotch where I felt his hardness. he was massive. I needed it. "You first though" he said shoving me onto the bed, raising my legs and diving into my hole like creature possessed. He rimmed me with authority making me moan, making me feel as though the earth split in two. The next few hours flew by in a flash of ecstasy, sweat, spit, flesh, fist, piss and more. I had never let go the way I had with him, but i was unhinged and vowing to never go back to my repressed ways. He had focused his attentions on my hole. occasionally giving me fierce kisses and tongue. But he never took off his briefs though it was painfully obvious how hard he was. when I came too it was three thirty in the morning and he was still fisting me. I was still loving it. He withdrew and handed me a gatorade to drink. "Trick or treat?" he asked as he produced two more rigs. I smiled. "Good boy, come with me" and i followed behind him into the master bathroom.... To be continued...

You ever get a song caught in your head? Yeah you have. Just sitting in there making itself known again and again and again. It crops up when you’re distracted, or thinking about nothing and there it is, that familiar refrain, haunting you. It’s not even the whole song. Just snippets of the melody or the chorus on repeat. If the song played out I think it might actually leave you alone but it never works that way. It taunts from there like an itch you just can’t scratch. That’s how it goes with me when I haven’t been laid for a while. I start out with the best of intentions. “That’s the last time!” I’ll say it to myself every time. Try to be good. Try to focus on work and life and sensible things. But then that song starts up again. I’ll find myself staring, or lost in thought, all focus gone as the need inside me grows. That’s how I find myself at the recessed door pressing the buzzer waiting for the click to signal entrance. Walking up to the counter just inside I exchange a perfunctory nod with the, I don’t know, host? Concierge seems too grand and landlord sounds just wrong. I’ve never asked just handed over my money and walked to the locker room towel in hand. With my clothes stashed and towel wrapped around my waist I don’t even think about it. I head straight for the stairs and ascend into the dark rooms. The only pause I make is at the two bowls placed on a shelf at the foot of the stairs. Little sachets in each. I take one from the left hand bowl wryly smiling that it is nearly empty and in need of a refill whilst the other seems barely touched. Obviously I am in good company tonight. In the gloom of the upper corridors I follow the walls glancing into the various alcoves for any promising distraction. Finding nothing I continue to the next staircase and head up. The violet light here is somehow brighter whilst making it simultaneously harder to see but that’s ok. I’m not here for the sights. I glance around the open room that the stairwell opened on to. Several benches around the room, some occupied, most vacant. I move to a bench at the edge and pulling my towel from around me I spread it over the surface and lay face down and wait. A few footsteps and creaks of the floor announce those that pass and move on and I have to force myself to keep my head down. I am on offer; it doesn’t matter who takes it. I first feel a light brush of a hand against my calf muscle which slowly traces up my leg. The touch sends a charge through me and I moan softly parting my legs a little more as goosebumps seem to follow the path that the unseen hand is taking. As the fingertips glide over my skin I can’t help but raise my self, pushing harder to the hand. My hips are pushing back almost if there own accord making me part my legs wider and spread myself for the hand to explore me fully. Which it does. What started as a light stroke is now an open handed gripping and searching of my body. My arsecheeks are groped and squeezed before fingers slip between and across my exposed hole. I moan even more as those fingers push inside and I acknowledge the satisfied grunt I hear at the discovery I am already lubed. This slut knows what is expected. Still looking down I feel the bench shift slightly as my unknown partner climbs up to, I assume, kneel behind my spread cheeks. I am not wrong as I feel his other hand gripping my arse so he can spread me wider and knead my flesh as I feel the unmistakable rigid heat from his cock as he rests it across my opening and begins to slide himself closer. He wanks his cock by sliding back and forward a few times in the valley my spread arse has opened for him, then if feel him reposition slightly as he guides the flared tip of that solid cock inside. “Nice.” It’s almost a hiss and the first thing he has said to me but I groan appreciatively as his thickness causes my anus to stretch. I push back as he pushes forward and he is very quickly balls deep inside me. “Very fucking nice.” This is punctuated with full thrusts of his cock in and out of me. The sudden speed of his fucking taking me by surprise making me grip the edge of the bench and pant in pleasure as he takes full control of my body. His hands are gripping my hips tightly and more than thrusting he is pulling me onto his cock, making me slam my now open hole up and down his very hard dick. I am grunting loudly. Animal noises that are being driven from me with every resounding slam of my hips to his. The solid pole of flesh he is shoving deep into me is rocking my prostate and building that familiar tingle within me and I know this is what I need. What I always need. What I was meant for. I feel a stinging slap on my arse that makes me yelp and then grin in to the surface of the bench. “Fuck Yes!” I shout as he bottoms out inside me and holds me onto his cock, he leans across my back and jabs into me with short darting thrusts of his hips and I can feel his ragged breath on the back of my neck. I know he has cum inside me. He is now stroking my skin again and lightly rocking his hips as he comes down from his euphoria. I just squeeze my hole around his cock letting him know he can stay inside me as long as he wants. He squeezes my shoulder affectionately as he rises and slips his cock out of my cum soaked arsehole. Without looking back I know he is moving away having got what he came for. I remain in position, albeit more spread than I was initially, hoping that someone else wants to take advantage of my prone state.

Saw comedian carrot top at one of the local bookstores last night getting sucked. Hadn’t seen him in a while. It’s crazy how he tries to be incognito but everyone recognizes him every time. I sucked him off two years ago.

Last night I was horny as usual so I decided to throw an ad up offering a blow job to anyone who was stuck at work. A little after midnight I got a reply from a guy about 30 minutes away from me, saying he was working and "horny as hell". The stats sounded good, so I wrote back mentioning it would take me a few minutes to get there if he was cool with that. He replied he was, and gave me a general area of the city as his location. Normally this would be a warning sign of a time waster, but after doing Craigslist ads before that shut down I have developed rather a sixth sense for bullshit and something about this just said "nervous straight guy needing to get off". I got in the car and started down there, and after a short time he asked me how long until I got there. I replied that I thought I was about 20 minutes away, but with an address I could put it in the GPS and give him an exact time. He gave me an address of a place "close to where I am" and said to message him when I was close and he would guide me the rest of the way. I kept on, as I still had the feeling this was for real, but he was nervous. I got to the address he had given me and he replied saying if I felt like giving him a phone number to call it would be quicker. What he hell, I thought and gave my number. I started back down the street, and an unknown number called my phone. It was him, and I gave him the intersection I was at. "You just passed me, turn around and turn right on (side street." Alright, I was there and then he said "Um, turn into that first driveway, I'm actually in the fire station there." HOT DAMN! He instructed me to park next to a vehicle in the front parking lot, and he would be at a door between the 4 big bay doors on the front of the station. I got out of the car and saw a figure through the glass of the door. We saw each other and hung up. I was led into the garage where the fire trucks were and was still in disbelief at my luck. He was good looking from what I could tell as it was pretty dark in that part of the garage but hell I was going to suck off a fireman in the actual fire station so who cared what he looked like ha ha. We went towards the back of the garage, and after being cautioned not to trip on some fire hose on the ground we entered this emergency command center trailer thing. He shut the door almost all the way, so there was just as little sliver of light. He unzipped his blue work pants and fished out his dick, which was already hard. I got to work, and he laid back on this little counter thing and let me go at it. He was about 7 inches, cut and had one of those dicks where the head is a little bigger than the shaft. He lifted his shirt and grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. I played with his nips and felt around his chest and that seemed to do the trick. He put his hands on my head and jerked me up and down, kinda using my mouth as a fleshlight as I felt him up. After about 5 minutes he announced he was going to cum. I got 4 or 5 healthy squirts of sperm on my tongue, which I savored for a few seconds before I swallowed. I licked the drops off his dickhead until he was soft. "Thanks, that was what I needed." He zipped up and we went back to the door of the garage, and he thanked me again and I was soon back on my way. I sent him an email telling him I had really enjoyed it and if he ever needed head to hit me up. I hope he does.

9. The new plug was harder to walk with. I felt slightly bow legged getting in the elevator and when I got to the lobby the door man looked at me. “Damn, he must have really done a number on you.” “You could say that.” “But you loved it right? I bet you can’t wait till Jerry’s trained you enough to take his cock.” I smiled at him widely and said, “well…” “Your first time! Fuck man! I’ll get you the car. I bet you need a rest.” “Honestly I’ve never been so horny. I was thinking I would probably go back to my place and hunt for more dick.” “Fuck. You want one more from me before you go? I was just about to go to the bathroom for a piss. Why don’t you come drink that down and I’ll pump another load in that ruined cunt.” “Fuck yes.” I followed him to the bathroom off the lobby. It was a single person bathroom and he locked the door behind us. I fell to my knees and opened my mouth. “Fucking slut,” he said as he undid his fly and pulled his dick out. He placed the head of his cock on my lips and closed his eyes. After a moment of focusing a blast of warm piss hit the back of my throat and I struggled to swallow it all down. His piss tasted different even from Jerry’s, I supposed everyone’s piss would taste different just like everyone’s cum tasted different. He was pissing much faster than Jerry had. It was a struggle to keep up with the flood but only a small drop missed my lips and dribbled down my chin. I swallowed gratefully and looked up into his eyes. “Now, lets see what Jerry did to your hole.” I stood up and dropped my shorts. I kicked them off into the corner and bent forward over the sink. The door man let out a whistle. “Usually it takes a boy a few visits to work up to that plug. Your cunt must be wrecked.” He undid the strap that ran between my legs and tugged on the plug. It didn’t come out nearly as easily as the others had but after a little tugging it popped from my hole and I groaned. I could feel cold air inside me. “Jesus, that’s a fucking pussy now.” He was hard again and I felt his cock slap on my ass. “Clench down pig, milk my cock.” I hadn’t realized he had entered me my hole was so battered and loose. I closed my eyes and just like I had focused on opening my hole for Jerry I focused on tightening it him. He moaned and I felt his cock inside me. “I love a well-used cunt” He fucked me hard and fast like before, occasionally reminding me to clench down or tighten up on his cock. Then without much pomp he buried himself in me and dumped another load. Then the plug was crammed back inside me, the strap reattached, and we left the bathroom. Within five minutes of that I was in a car heading back to my apartment. I sat, shifting a little on the massive plug, in the back of the car scrolling through Scruff. Quite a few people had messaged me back while I had been at Jerry’s all offering loads and cocks of varying sizes. After what I had just been through I should be worn out, I should be sore, and I guess on a practical level I was. I was also hungry still. The feeling of a man cuming deep inside me was so intoxicating that no matter how bettered my hole was I wanted more. A few guys blocked me or told me they weren’t interested when I sent them pics of my worn-out cunt in Jerry’s sling. A few others however were even more turned on, and yet more turned on still when they saw my caged cock and found out that I had taken 6 loads so far that day. “I always know the boys who come from Jerry’s place,” the driver said suddenly. “Excuse me?” “They all have the same glazed look in their eyes, and the light smell of cum.” “I guess you know what he does then,” my day had made me brazen. I didn’t care if this random driver knew I had just been stretched out and pumped full of cum. I had just been bred by Jerry’s door man twice. “First hand,” he laughed. “I’ve done a few shifts while leaking his load. How long have you been part of the Club.” “Um, well this is my first day.” “Fuck yeah, you must have a good hole if they’ve already sent you to Jerry. So you want me to drop you off at home or are you in that freshly caged dick fever head space.” “Honestly. I’m horny as fuck. I just want more cock.” “I know what you mean. Being caged, well it fucks with your mind. I’ve let guys breed me before instead of paying.” “You’re a club bottom too!” “Three years. Haven’t cum in like eight months. Some bottoms get their cages taken off. Some of them find that it suits them. I’m one of the latter. Knowing that I’m a caged up cumdump is just one of the important gifts the club has given me.” “I’ve only just found out how much I love drinking piss.” “Fuck yeah boy. Listen I’m supposed to be on shift for like five more hours, but a regular from the Club has been hitting me up all day. How about I drop you off and let him breed your cunt and then I’ll take you home when he’s done with you.” “Yes please! I need more cock! Its literally all I can think about” “Perfect. I’ll tell him we’re coming.”

Got hit up on bbrt by a guy who said he and a buddy were looking to top a hungry bottom. After a quick back and forth he text me his address and a few pics and planned to meet at 9pm last night. I prepared myself, put on a new jock strap and headed over. I was greeted at the door by the guy I’d been messaging who was shirtless and in sweats. He had nice chest hair, a trimmed beard and a nice set of hard abs. I could see his cock outline very nicely in his sweatpants. He brought me into the living room where his friend was watching tv, also shirtless and in sweats. His friend was clean shaven and smooth all over and was very toned, their pictures were hot but they were way hotter in person. We made a drink and had some small talk before they pulled their cocks out and started to jerk off. I got down on my knees as they sat on the couch and I started to suck on them alternating back and forth for a bit. Their cocks both leaking precum on my mouth and lips. Finally the bearded guy got up and pulled my up on the couch as his friend moved so I was face down on his cock with my ass in the in the air. The bearded guy started spitting on my hole and rubbing his spit in and started loosening me up with his tongue and fingers. His friend was now holding my head in both hands and thrusting his cock up into my mouth making me gag on his 7 inch cock. I got out the bottle of poppers I brought and take a few hits before going back to sucking. Behind me I felt the guy lube me up and his cock pressing at my hole. I took another hit of poppers and felt his cock start to slide in. He pushed in slow really letting me open up and get used to his thick 8 inch cock. Once I was ready he began to fuck me alowly at first and then going harder and deeper. I yelped a few times as he would alternate between hard and slow thrusts. His buddy sat up more so he could thrust me back on his friends cock and vice versa. It felt amazing being spit roasted between those two hot studs. They switched positions and the friend got a turn on my ass before we moved to the floor. There, they laid me on my back so my ass and mouth could be used easily bu them both. The friend really went to town on my ass pounding me while I struggled to take the bearded guys cock in my mouth. His friend was vocal calling me a slut and a whore for letting two strangers fuck me. He started saying he was close and asked if I was going to take his load. I managed to let out a half yes and half moan before he started to cum. He shot what felt like a huge load before pulling out and the bearded guy slide into me. He didn’t last long before blowing his load deep inside of me. Afterward I got up on my knees and cleaned their cocks off in front of me while jerked my cock and shot my load. The bearded guy thanked me once we were done. His friend didn’t say much but slapped my ass as I was getting dressed and just said “slut”. At that point it was clear I was dismissed. Nothing like being spitroasted and sent home used. It felt so good 😈.

I remember in my early 20s when poppers were discovered and passed around by my friends - they were a legal drug that got you 'high' but whose mild head rush was quickly eclipsed by weed and other substances - this isn't a chem sex story - but the result was that as I grew up, my little glass jar of Amyl Nitrates languished in the bottom of my wash bag for a few years before eventually being tossed, half full, never to be replenished. I didn't get the fuss. I'm 32 years old from London, short dark brown hair and big brown Disney eyes. I'm curvy which keeps me looking on the younger side save for a beard which is now a permanent addition to my face. Without it I was a chubby nerd (4/10) being rejected by all the twinky young guys I lusted after. With it, when combined with my thick thighs and pretty decent butt, I'm some sort of cub/bear. Having recently discovered my niche it seems sex is always available - and with all the sorts of boys I wanted previously plenty of whom want to fulfil their bear fantasies. Sure enough I've started dabbling. I've always loved being a bottom - I've just never been great at it (anxiety over mess and pain) but over the years i've bought various dildos and douches and lubes in the hopes of training myself up. I've always fantasised about bareback sex too, Breeding Zone has brought me many spectacular orgasms. Enter one beautiful 26yo twink top just before Christmas with whom I've spoken for months online but never met, we lusted after each other's slutty photos and fantasised about raw sex. The stars align and we're both free. He hops on the train and I jump in the shower and start cleaning out. I'm feeling relaxed and start to finger myself in preparation - I tell him and he loves it - that unusual sensation of being penetrated gets me excited. When he arrives he is significantly sexier than his online profile suggests. A yoga expert, tall and well groomed. Skinny profile photos betrayed his very toned hairy body and a deep booming voice... ...and a giant cock, the kind that should come with a disclaimer - and it does because after a heavy session of kissing, stripping, tugging and sucking, he eyes the condoms I placed on my bedside table (just in case). "I'm not being a dick about this, but they wont' fit", he tells me. I toy with the idea of suggesting he doesn't need them but keep quiet. Our fantasies remain just fantasies and he reaches into his pocket for a king-size rubber. He wants to play safe and I'm happy to do whatever gets his cock inside me. I really want to make him cum. He throws me on my back and slides the head of his meaty 8" cock inside me. FUCK. That instant sting. I'm not gonna be able to take it. "I have some Poppers" he suggests, and as I flash back to being 20, he fishes out the little brown bottle and holds it under my nose. As the blood rushes to my head, he picks my legs up and slides right down to the hilt. Pain free > Mind blown. The sex was pretty great. He pounded me, I rode him. We synced up nicely. Apparently I'm super tight. He came faster than either of us expected - no greater compliment - but was able to power through. By the time I was ready to cum, so was he for a second perfectly timed climax. Damn he was hot. Damn I had to get some poppers. Since this little life lesson, I've been making up for lost time. With my little brown bottle the secret to my success, I've tried and succeeded in getting as much cock as I can. Over the Christmas week I quickly rattled through ten guys, a few of whom came back for more. Turns out I love making guys cum with my ass - a few days ago I serviced three in one day - I'll save it for another story - but suffice to say I am going through a glorious slut phase, which last night culminated in my first load. With guys 1-10, condoms were used throughout but one highlight included an intense thirty-minute rim job from a beautiful hung blonde 35yo. He was totally game to make me squeal by fingering and eating my ass like I've never experienced before. Face down on my bed with my ass sandwiching his lips, I thought he might just take the initiative and fuck me raw - I hoped he would and I wouldn't have stopped him. I was in heat. When the image flashed into my mind I came immediately, covering my bedlinen with a huge load. "I've never eaten ass like that before", he told me after coming up for air. "I think you enjoyed that" he added, laughing. This guy came back for seconds a few days later and I think, I hope... a third encounter is on the cards. I fantasise that word of my newly discovered dick craze is being spread about. A few days ago, a younger guy hits me up online. He wants to play and who am I to deny him? He keeps telling me how much I will love his cock and he was right. When he arrived, I groped excitedly and found a very thick cock that looked out of place on his cute short frame. We roll around on my bed and he asks me what I think about bareback sex. I tell him about my fantasies and about my recent encounters and this excites him more. He asks if I want him to put on a condom and I tell him he probably should but as we're talking, I make a point of telling him about my hot rim session, hoping he would get the message - he flips me over and starts to work his tongue and fingers inside of me before asking me if I want him to use a condom.... "Yes." I tell him and he obliges. His cock is so thick that even after my recent exploits, I rely heavily on the poppers to get him inside me. He is a selfish fuck - and I love it. When he cums, he dumps the condom on my bedside table and leaves. I reach into one of my drawers and pull out a giant dildo, bought a few years ago - the one I always wanted to work up to but was never able to take. I slowly push it into my now very loose hole. I think about being used by such a cute young guy, I think about his huge cock and how open my ass is. I cum very fast and I text him to thank him. Last night, I invited him back - none of the pretence of round one. He's pulling my legs apart and rubbing lube on my ass. Sliding his digits in one after another, gentler than before. "Do you want me to use a condom this time?" He asks. I reach over to feel his huge cock and discover he's already lubed up. He begins rubbing it against my hole and the head feels so soft and warm, without any of the odd friction of a latex condom. I gasp - it's like being rimmed by an extra thick tongue - and he smiles. "Do you want me to use a condom?" He asks again and I stay silent as I help him push the head of his cock into my ass and it slides all the way into me. It feels so good. So natural. It feels like silk - and definitely a highlight of the experience... I look over to the unopened bottle of poppers on my bedside table and wonder if my ass is too loose from the toy, or if raw sex just feels so good I no longer need their help. I eye the unopened condom sat next to the bottle and my cock springs to life. I must be looser because the sex takes longer, but the sensation is incredible and the psychological impact of having his bare cock inside me is keeping me right on the edge - I try and avoid touching my cock but as his body grazes it I nearly cum. When he does eventually tell me he's getting close, I've already made the decision - go big or go home - and I tell him to give it to me. I want his cum. This makes him climax but I don't feel any different. I don't feel his cock stiffen or his load shoot inside me. When he pulls out of me, that's when I notice the difference. He flooded my insides and it bursts out of me. This moment may only have lasted a second but the sensation seemed to go on for ages. I immediately finger at my hole, it's so loose and so wet... I can't get over how wet it is. "Finger my cummy hole." I beg him and as soon as his fingers slip inside me I orgasm and it's intense. "I'm definitely coming back," he tells me with a smile. He leaves and I cum three times more. First almost straight away while watching bareback porn and thinking of how much of a slut I might be becoming. Second after I return from a post-fuck shower when I spy the unused condom on my bedside table which sets me off again Third a few hours later when the rest of his load spills out of my ass and I replace it with one of my modest dildos. I've spent the last 24-hours torn, freaked about where this road might lead for my health, sex life and future, but incredibly horny at the same time. I can easily see how people overcome the fear and turn into real cum dumps, but I guess only time will tell if this is the path I'm on. After seeking advice from friends about what I should do next, I find myself inundated with offers for more bareback loads. So as a long-time lurker on this forum, I thought I would add the story of my first load.

Steve and Pete, two good looking guys, had met in college, fell in love instantly. Steve and Pete, graduated and got jobs. Finding a place in a neighborhood, that was for older people, but was affordable and were welcomed by landlord who rented the downstairs apartment to them. Ralph, who owned the house, wanted Pete, who with dark hair, hazel eyes, slender build. Not that Steve was a slouch, brown hair and brown eyes. Ralph himself, was balding 58 years old overweight. Ralph had peek holes in the floors in the apartment. He would watch Pete, shower, get dressed and watch Pete fuck Steve. Ralph had fantasies of fucking Pete. And an opportunity for Ralph was going to happen. ”Pete, I’m planning your birthday party, and do I have a surprise for you.” Steve said to his boyfriend. “I’m going to choose a guy for you to fuck as your birthday present.” “I can’t wait to find out who it is.” Ralph, eavesdropping, would fix it, that Pete wouldn’t get to his own birthday party Ralph, between asking, snooping around the apartment. Finding what he thought were invitations, but were clues to who the guy was and where the party was being held. Ralph replaced, the directions with another place to go. Which was an hour in the opposite direction of where the party was. Ralph got hard, knowing that he was going fuck him. The day of the party: Ralph left jockey, with the open back. And a note that said “The surprise guy wants to top you.” Pete was surprised that Steve would want a guy to top him, he figured Steve would want to top him. But it was Steve’s fantasy, so he would go with it. Pete arrived at the address: he was surprised to see that it was a bathhouse, but didn’t question it. Walking in, Pete is greeted by old men in their late 50’s early 60’s. Pete made his way into a room. Put his stuff away, got naked, putting on the jock. When a stocky old man walked in “You must be Pete, I have a message for you, it is go to room 9. Make a left, It’s by the sauna.” Walking to the room, Pete felt hands grabbing at his ass, wondering why Steve would pick a bathhouse to have a party. Now in the room, Pete hears a voice “take off the jocks, read the script, I wrote.” Pete looked around, but didn’t see anyone, took off the jocks, read the paper, which said “You want daddy’s cock.” “I love you daddy.” Those two lines would be easy to remember. He walked over to where the bed was, and on it was a note that said “on your back, with your legs spread, next to it was a condom. Pete was glad to see that, from what he heard, there’s not much safe sex being practiced in bathhouses, and Steve certainly wanted him to be safe. Before hopping on the table, he took a sip of water, unaware that there was a roofie in it. Pete went back to the bed, spread his legs, Ralph, who had been in the next room, watching him, comes out naked, “hello Pete, I’m your birthday gift replacement, it’s going to be ok.” With that, Ralph starts, rimming his ass, Pete, not being able to move could only moan. Ralph moved to Pete and slowly got Pete to suck his cock. “That’s my boy!” Ralph shouted! Pete could taste his precum in his mouth, Ralph then moved back to the end of the bed. Climbed on top of Pete, lifting the barely conscious young man’s legs over his shoulders, teasing Pete’s hole. “No condom?” Pete asked weakly. “Then no condom it is, son.” Ralph answered. With that, Ralph put his hard 6 inch into Pete, who could only moan and force to be kissed by Ralph, while he was thrusting back in fourth onside him. Ralph, let out a moan “Do you want daddy’s load?” Pete, remembering the script. “Yes daddy, and please daddy!” “Here comes daddy’s load deep inside you!”shooting several loads into Pete’s red now wide open ass, Ralph clasped on top of the boy, kissing him with more passion and Pete didn’t resist this time. Pete was also unaware that Ralph had filmed it and streamed it to Steve, who replied. “Thanks for not raising our rent!”

Elsewhere in this forum I have commented on the fact that I have zero luck getting fucked in slings. I don’t know why. It’s not, however, that I don’t get noticed - in fact, it usually doesn’t take long before I feel the hands of some man or other... on my cock. Yesterday, same thing. I get situated in the sling, pull my blindfold down, and within two minutes I hear footsteps enter the room, cross to my side, and a hand starts playing with my cock. This time I just reached down, took hold of the hand and moved it away from my body and shook my head. Another two minutes - and a different guy comes up to my side and starts diddling with my cock (which, I failed to mention, is in a solid steel cock cage to start with). This guy also wanted to tweak my nipples. I firmly seized hiz wrist and moved his hand away from my cock. A minute later I heard him muttering to another guy in the doorway, “...something’s wrong...” Dammit, man! What’s wrong is that you don’t appear to have a grasp of what a sling is for! So, for the less sophisticated among us, just a few key points: 1. The sling is a piece of mobile furniture designed specifically for fucking. Although it can be used in conjunction with bondage in a BDSM setting, it is not primarily a bondage device. 2. If you do not intend to fuck the occupant of the sling, do not approach, and do not loiter in close proximity, especially to the lower end, because you may become that most despised of creatures, the Cock-Blocker. 3. One generally approaches the sling occupant from the position of vulnerability, i.e., between the raised legs, for access to his hole. Only approach from the side to offer your cock for fellatio, and only if the head is easily accessible. 4. Re-read points 1-3. Lather, rinse, repeat. Lastly, 5, If you are anything but a total bottom and you spy a man lying unattended in a sling who is not a) asleep or b) repulsive, give strong consideration to walking over and fucking him. It’s ass going to waste if you don’t, and you’ll be setting a good example if you do.

4 loads yesterday night 1/4/20 1) I had to meet friends for dinner near the Pearl Harbor area. Not looking at all but on Grindr all the time, I get messaged if I was looking and a nice dick picture. It’s all more me he says, Black 30, super DL no face pic. I tell him I’m on my way home and love anon, was he too? He claim to be new to this, so I had to explained which he was all into it. I’m finally ass up face down. He comes in and feels my legs and lubed hole. Starts rubbing my hole with his slicked precum fuck stick. He spits on my hole and slides in. I’m wearing my blindfolds, but hear what sounds like a flame tour here lighter and hear him smoking something... he’s definitely doing something while fucking my ass raw. He goes all out and my hole is filled with cum and spit and is fucked in different position. Finally he unloads. My hole is at its prime very juicy state. 2) I tell my black 32 yo 9” that I was bred. Come on over he says. Usually pops quickly and without effort.. this time he porpoises you’re fucks a long time. Thought I was gonna pee and poop at the same time. Was that gut feeling his long dick up my stomach? After 20 mins of abusing my ass.. wait not hole but.. colon? I’m ready to call it. He silently adds his seed to my sloppy hole. 3) I rush home. A white guy messages me on Grindr and an Asian boy separately at the same time. The white guy is closer and tell the Asian boi did he mind seconds.. in this case more like 3rds lol he was cool. The white guy says he likes it wild. I tell him bb only but wants to play safe. I manage to tease and draw him to bb. He agrees. Tells me he’s deaf and rough and to tap him on his arm if he’s too rough. (Yeah right I’m tougher than that) he likes it anon cause he’s deaf... He cums in my dark room and gets to work. He try to fuck me without lube, I feel his cock is thick and shitttt it’s fucken hard as a rock! I need lube for this. Sure enough he slides in my hole like butter and starts taking it in. I’m in popper heaven and we kiss like sex starved animals. One of best tucks I’ve had. He blows his load messy and all over and in my hole and ass. 4) Asian boi cums next and my home is not sloppy seconds it’s messy fourths. His average 5-6 is painful as my ruined hole is bruised and abused by now. I’m really feeling everything. He fucks snd cums in my ass. Pushes my ass checks together cause I’m so loose by this time, he cums and make sure I collect all his seeds. it was so messy for him. He asked to use my shower. I look again on Grindr for a final last minute fun... it’s already 11pm and no one was biting so I called it a night.

Fuck, so damn HOT!

If I’m given the chance, I’ll always try to suck my top’s cock after he’s cum in me. I love cleaning off his dick especially when I’m with two or more guys. When one finishes inside of me, I’ll clean his dick while another one slides into my cummy hole.

FUCK YES....NEVER ENOUGH.

I love to have sex in front of others. When I had a partner or I go to sexparty, bars or baths with a friend, watching him fucking with others also makes me horny. Yesterday a buddy not only watching me while I was playing others but after every load he came to fuck me. Sometimes, knowing that I am used like whore and watching it by others makes me more excited than the sex itself.

It's only the 5th of January. I've been fucked by 5 guys and took 6 loads. On the other side of the equation my cock has been in 5 holes and seeded 2 of them. I consider it a good start.

I gave instructions on how to make one in a thread here this last summer....

Had a busy weekend ahead of me and needed to blow off some steam and work someone over before it started so I stopped by a local video place on my way home from work Friday night. Paid my $, headed straight for the theater, sat down, pulled my cock out of my jeans and started stroking. As I looked around I noticed a couple lurkers, one sketchy-looking amped up guy fidgeting and pulling his clothes off and a hot looking black guy walking around the place pounding a nice fat cock and showing it to everyone but not letting anyone touch or suck it. Watched the movie for a bit, shoved the meth head down on the floor, pushed his head down on my cock, and let him slobber on my dick, balls and hole while he hummed and touched himself all over. Trouble is he was tweaking too hard to watch his teeth so I pushed him off and headed for the booths. Walked around with my pierced cock out until I found a skinny little papi with puppy dog eyes and a nice uncut cock like silk-covered steel. Pushed him up against the wall, jammed my tongue down his throat and played with his hot, sweaty little ass while he stroked my cock and played with the PA. Said he’d never been with one in person and wanted to know if it hurt. Nahhhhhh....why don’t you suck it mijo and see what it’s like. Let him lick and tongue and play with it for a while then pushed his head all the way down till his nose hit my pubes. Blew my load straight down his throat while his eyes streamed tears and he gagged and sputtered and gasped for air. Patted his head, told him he was a good boy and asked how he liked sucking a pierced cock. He said I was a little rough but he thinks he must’ve liked it cause he shot twice while I was skullfucking him. Looked down and sure enough papi’s cum was all over his jeans, my boots and the floor. Helped him clean up, made out for a while and talked, then swapped digits, made plans to meet again later and I headed home for the weekend. Mission accomplished.

Yes! I finally bottomed tonight and took a nice big load after SIX months of no bottoming! He was sexy IMO. He was 28 yo, completely masculine, handsome face and his dick was perfect. Not too big and not small. He is into hunting, fishing and guns lol. He was an auto mechanic. He could probably lose like 25 lbs but he's not in such bad shape. I had a great time and so did he. We plan to see each other tomorrow again and have dinner, drinks and more hot sex!

New Year's Day 2020. I'm horny as fuck. Have 3 loads in me from my overnighter with a poz FWB. I'm on line and get hit up by a 32 year old bi black guy who is pissed off at his GF, cuz' she got hammered NYE - and passed out on his blue-balls ass. LOL.... New Year's day she is hung as hell and won't let him near her. ..... He says he REALLY wants to get off. He mentioned that he sees I get tested regularly and I'm on PrEP. He also mentions that he has an older/younger interest... then sends a pic. He looks big and hot. I invite him over and say 'we can talk'. He is horny and so am I so, so he arrives shortly. Handsome young black guy. Quiet. Smiles a lot. He clearly wants to get off. He is still pissed at his GF and I figure I can start his new year off with a hot bang!! We go upstairs. I suck him and edge him a few times and he is using my spit on my hole to open me up. I'm ass up on the bed waiting to feel this big 9" uncut cock slide into my hole when I hear the tear of the wrapper. Fuck. I remind him I've got paperwork for recent tests and I'm on PrEP and actually prefer it raw. He mutter something about GF and we fuck nice and slow for a few minutes. I pretend that his big cock is raw and I get off on feeling his balls slowly slap against my balls with each slow, deep thrust. He says he can feel my previous loads from earlier still sloshing around his rubber wrapped dick, but complains that it is just slippery with the rubber. Almost a sigh. I start talking dirty to him and egging him on each time he thrusts in and out to the edge and we hear a squelch or a juicy pop. We both know he isn't getting the real 'feeling'. He pulls out, mutters something else about GF under his breath, slaps his uncut cock head on my hole a few times then sinks into me balls deep and just holds it. And flexes it. So much for wrapped. I could tell he had pulled off the rubber. He started pumping into me slow again. He was ooing and aahing with each slow stroke. He said he didn't want to blow too soon, as he was hugely turned on. He said fucking a muscular asshole full of cum was 200% better than anything he got from a chick. I certainly agreed. And I also told him to blow as soon as he would like. I planned to keep him hard enough for a second load before I let him leave. I just kept talking dirty to him about his cock stretching my raw hole and was he going to shoot his big load deep in my hole? or pull out and shoot all over the outside? And I kept talking to him on and on and telling him to slow fuck me and breed me. I worked into the dirty talk that we were just new FB's and I was already willing to suck his big cock and take his load bare in my tight hole and she wouldn't let him touch her. And that I liked his big cock deep in my hole. And he got a little more noisy and frantic. I told him to seed my hole and breed me. Do it! Do it!!!!! He went over the edge and unloaded a massive amount of cum inside me. I could feel it filling me up. Massive amount. I could feel him flexing his head inside me while he pumped in and out gently. I could feel it getting more slippery with each slow thrust. He didn't make a sound. It was wild. And he stopped. He just collapsed across my back and was working on getting his breathing under control. He hadn't moved in a few minutes and I was worried he was going to get 'goofy' about taking his rubber off and get weird. I need not have worried though, as it appears "Mike" had changed his mind about topping a hole raw. I suddenly felt his flexing again inside of me. I squeezed back and he groaned. He flexed. I squeezed. He said he couldn't believe we were able to 'feel one another'. I commented that with a rubber, he likely wouldn't get the same effect. He agreed. He pulled out of my ass and I felt cool air around my open hole. It had to be gaping with that big thick tool pumping in and out of it. The breeze said a lot about how stretched out I must have been. He was fascinated by my leaking hole. He started using his thumb to push the leaking loads back inside. I had my eyes closed and was enjoying the feeling when I felt a shift and his rock hard head slapped my hole again. He was now using his hard cock to push any leaking cum back into my pucker. Then he slapped my hole a few times with his dick again and just slowly pushed right into his shaved pubes in one long push. He held for a second to get his balance and proceeded to give me what I like to call a "VHF"... a vicious hate fuck. LOL. A term my buddies and I used over the years to describe hard, raw fucking. You try and kill one another by fucking VERY hard. Grin. He pounded my ass. He had me huffing poppers and slamming his cock into my hole. He pulled out twice and fed me cum covered uncut foreskin fresh from my ass. So yes, my younger friend got totally into fucking raw without being asked twice. He bred me a second time and said he had to blow and go. But he asked if we could do this again. He wanted to try some more hard fucking and experimentation with someone else to guide him. Fuck ya!! I'm definitely in for that tutorial. LOL. Turns out he lives about 20 minutes down the road from me. We exchanged info and he is planning to drop over next Tuesday night for round 2. I asked him if we were going to fuck raw next visit. He smiled and said... "Not a chance. I don't know if I could ever fuck with a condom again". I explained that my hole(s) were available if we both happen to be online at the same time. That made him even more excited. It turned my crank to know he enjoyed fucking a guy's ass raw more.... chalk one up for the gay guys! LOL. Cheers

8. In the elevator I wondered what I would find upstairs. This club clearly had all sorts of members, who would be waiting for me this time. The answer was a massive beast of a man, probably in his early fifties, shaved head, short beard, and a bulge that seemed inhuman. The black tank top he wore was stretched tight across his bodybuilder body. Tattoos covered his arms and chest, slightly obscured with thick dark hair. His basketball shorts were slung low under his firm stomach, and tented out more than I had ever seen before in my life. He smiled brightly, not rough and hard like the men this morning. He introduced himself as Jerry, brought me into his apartment and offered me a glass of water. As I drank he led me around the apartment showing me the various rooms till we came to the last door of the brightly lit well decorated hall. The room inside was entirely bathed in red light. A mirror covered most of the ceiling and the floor was black rubber. In the center of the room hung a sling. All around the dark red walls were shelves and hooks with all sorts of sex toys. Jerry looked at me probably trying to gauge my reaction. “Wow,” was all I could say. “They only send me boys who have promise,” he said, “I’m excited to see what you can do. Now take off your clothes and get in the sling.” Obediently I stripped off and placed my clothes in a small pile by the door. Jerry had pulled his shirt off, revealing massive pierced nipples, a broad stomach that both stuck out from his body and seemed to be made of muscle at the same time. He pulled me close and shoved my face in his armpit in one fast movement. “Lick my pit boy, get my sent on you.” His smell was intoxicating. He pressed my head in right and I licked at the thick dense hair there. Another [banned word] broken, another kink woken inside of me. My cock throbbed and dripped in the cage and my hole puckered as I smeared the man all over my face. He brought his arms down and caught me under my own pits. Lightly he tossed me into the sling. He lifted my legs and cuffed my ankles to the chains above, then moving to my head he attached his arms. I looked over, now eye level with his crotch and saw a thickening shaft in his shorts. It was so massive that I didn’t really understand how it was possible. “Don’t worry pig you’ll get my silicone filled cock in your cunt when I’m good and ready. First though we have to get your hole ready. Even with a fresh load from my door man in your cunt you won’t be ready for me. He did breed you didn’t he?” “Yes Sir.” “He’s a good one. He’s a switch in our little club and one of my regular cunts.” He had circled back around me and was standing between my legs. Keeping his eyes locked on my face he began to finger me, first with one and then quickly two fingers. “Well, well. You’ve opened up nicely. Most boys take a day or two to break in like this. You may even manage to take my cock today. The last boy they sent me took a week of daily visits to my little playroom before his cunt was stretched out enough to take my cock.” He added another finger, “It’s my job,” he slid his fourth finger in, “to make sure a boy’s cunt is trained as much as his mind. To make sure his hole is as willing to submit to the tops of our club as much as his mind. So, with me you will learn to control the muscles of your hole and to open them up to accommodate anything that comes your way, and to close them tight enough to never lose a drop of cum and make every man happy.” He was now twisting his fingers in and out of me. I whimpered but it felt good. He was working me open. “Such a good hole. But clearly, it’s never been your focus till now, or you’d have become a cumslut long before now. Let’s help you focus.” He pulled his fingers from my hole leaving me feeling empty and lost. I couldn’t see where he went but after a moment or two he appeared next to me with a stainless-steel rolling cart. Dildos and plugs of various sizes ranging from the human to traffic cone were arranged in size order on the top. Before picking up a dildo the man grabbed a blind fold from the bottom of the cart and covered my eyes. “Just for a little while,” he said, “focus on your hole and opening it up. You’ll be surprised how much you can take when you’re just feeling it and can’t be freaked out by the size.” With that he went to work. I felt a cold slick lube slathered over my hole and then worked inside by his thick fingers, then the head of a dildo. I guessed it was one of the fairly normal sized ones, after the cocks I had taken that day it didn’t feel massive but it did push hard against my second hole. He slid it in and out slowly at first and then roughly smashing it into my second ring over and over. Then he pulled it out. Next came one that felt thinner but much longer than the first. This one he seemed intent on getting past my second hole and after a fruitless pounding he stopped, added more lube and then just pressed it against my insides. “Here is your first goal. Take a deep breath and I want you to relax. You can control this hole just like you do your cunt. You can choose to open this one up, and believe me, once you do you’ll find a whole new world of pleasure.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes beneath the blind fold and pressed against the dildo. It took a few moments and several long slow breaths but I felt it, my hole gave way and the dildo slid inside. I gasped and my whole body tightened up for a minute. “Breath, breath,” he said. I have no idea how much of that dildo he worked into me but if felt like yards. Nothing had ever been so deep inside me. My hole had become my entire world. When he at last pulled that dildo out of me I felt sad. I wanted that incredible feeling back. I didn’t have to wait long though, soon a thicker dildo was being worked into me, pressing again on my second hole. I relaxed and let the man work me open. We did this with several more dildos each getting bigger each time. Occasionally he fingered me, complementing my hole as he did so. Then there was a plug, that made me gasp and shake against my chains when it first popped in but after pushing it out and in several time slid around like nothing. I felt like my hole must have become a cavern and this man was filling it. “I hear you like piss boy.” “I’d never drank it before today Sir, but… well… yes.” “Open up then.” I opened my mouth and felt the warm flesh of what I assumed was a dick press against my lips. It felt massive and heavy. Before I could think about that much though my mouth was flooded with hot warm piss. I swallowed it up as quick as I could, feeling the warm liquid rush down my throat. His piss tasted different than mine, sweeter maybe, but it was still amazing. After a long while the flood of piss slowed to a trickle and then it stopped. He took his fat cock head away and patted me on the head, “Nice work pig, didn’t lose a drop.” After a few more dildos, more coaching to breath, and murmured compliments of how well I was doing, Jerry said, “I think you’re ready to see your progress. Do you want to see what I’ve got stuffed up your cunt right now boy?” “Please Sir!” “Good boy,” he pulled the blind fold off of me and I blinked for a minute. He was smiling and pointed up. In the mirrored ceiling I saw myself, strapped down and helpless. My cock was drooling. I looked like one of the boys I had been jerking off to on twitter earlier. At first, I couldn’t really see what he had inside of me, though I knew it was massive. Jerry then stepped back and pulled some of the dildo out of me. The base of it was huge. I couldn’t believe that that thing had been completely inside of me. It had to be as thick around as a peanut butter jar. Thick and shiny black I could see my ass lips cling to it as he pulled the dildo slowly from me. I was panting, my heart in my chest. I was trying to think about how long it had taken him to work it inside me but I had no idea. I groaned as finally the head popped out and deftly Jerry flopped it onto my stomach. It reached from my balls to my sternum. “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed. “I told you, when you can’t see it to get nervous your body can take an awful lot. Now take a deep breath and hold it in.” He picked up the dildo with both hands, smeared more lube on it from the cart and lined it up with my ruined hole. “and breath out.” As I let the air out of my lungs he slid the massive fucking toy back inside of me. I watched, almost forgetting to breath as my body swallowed it with ease. I gasped as it brushed past my second hole and finally I felt the base of the dildo on my ass. Holding the dildo in one hand he worked his shorts off with the other. I watched him in the mirror waiting to see this silicone cock for the first time. I was in awe. His dick was inhuman. Thick as a big man’s wrist and covered in veins the uncut cock looked like something that had been photoshopped. Below the swollen beast hung a sack I could barely understand. I heard him laugh. “I’ve been working on this for years. First it was pumping and saline, and then I finally made it permanent a few years ago. A real bull cock to destroy cunts like you with.” “Please breed me Sir,” I breathed. He laughed again, “you think you can handle this,” he flopped his cock against my still stuffed ass. “I need it Sir.” “Good answer.” He grabbed some lube from the cart and slathered his cock up jerking it slowly a few times. I still couldn’t believe that thing was actually attached to a real human male. Without a lot of warning he pulled the dildo out of me and had his cock head against my hole. He quickly started to press inside of me before my hole could close up after the dildo. Even with all the stretching I had endured so fat his cock still pushed at my walls. I groaned and whimpered, my legs pulling at their restraints as he sunk deeper and deeper inside of me. By the time he his massive balls were against me my whole body was covered in sweat and I was shaking a little. “You’re doing great boy, it’s a lot the first time. Well and the second and third, but you’ll get used to taking me. Eventually you’ll be able to slide down on my cock and then go meet some random average boy and he’ll never even know that I ruined you. Take a deep breath and let it out.” I did. “And another.” I did. “Good, now I’m going to fuck you, and I’m not pulling out till I cum.” And fuck me he did. He pushed my body away from him, swinging me in the sling. My own body weight impaled me on his cock over and over again I had no way to slow it down or make is easier for me. All that I could do was breath and press my hole open. From somewhere in the room a deep guttural grunting was coming. It took me a long moment to realize that was me. Each time I slammed into his hips a grunt was forced from my body like nothing I’d ever done before. My own cock had gone completely soft but was still leaking a steady stream of precum out of my cage. Most of my upper body had gone numb and my head was spinning, all that I cared about was this man using my hole. We his pace changed and he started to fuck me fast and faster I knew he must be close. He growled like an animal and sweat dripped from him onto my body. His chest hair was matted down and his face glistened. With one last rawr he pulled the chains hard and held me tight against him as roped of cum fired into my body. It took a long time for both of us to catch our breath, and when we did he smiled at me. “Jesus fuck boy, you’re the first one in a long time to be able to take me on the first day. It took Mike down stairs almost a full month before he was open enough for me to breed.” Slowly he pulled out and I watched his cock slide from my hole. My ass lips clung to his shaft the whole way and then when his head fell from my cunt it hung open for a long minute before winking closed a little. “Yeah you’re gonna be gaping for a while after that,” he laughed, “especially when I send you home with this.” He picked up a massive black plug from the cart. “Sir, before you plug my cunt will you take a photo of me like this. I want to see what my cunt looks like from your prospective.” “Pig,” he said with a smile, “your phone in your pocket?” “Yeah.” He walked over to where my clothes were and pulled my phone out. He snapped a few shots of my whole body and then a couple of just my hole. I tried to make it wink wide for him as he did. He growled his approval. “Right, now to keep that hole nice and loose.” He picked the plug up again, lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. Then he connected a strap to my cage that went around my waist to which he connected another strap that ran between my legs and connected to the waist band and my cage. “Now that won’t fall out while you’re walking out” He snapped a few more pics before returning my phone to my pile of clothes. “Alright boy,” he said as he helped me out of the sling, “I’ll let Sir know how well you did and that you deserve a little bit of a rest. Three hours in my sling will take it out of anyone let alone a boy on his first day. There will be a car waiting downstairs, it will take you home. The instructions I am to give you are this,” he grabbed his phone and read them off, “Continue to film yourself drinking all your piss loads today. Do not remove your new plug for anything but cock. Your next official appointment is not until tonight but there maybe surprise tasks thrown in. Rest up. As before if you find that you are too horny and cannot wait use Scruff and find someone to breed your cunt, but you must film it.”

Hey guys, I just had an unexpected and random encounter I thought I'd share with you. I had dinner with two girlfriends at a place called the Turkish Grill on Queens Blvd and 42nd in Queens, New York. The food was amazing, but more interesting was the waiter, a young Turkish-American guy, maybe 25 years old, lean and muscular with spiky black punk hair, dark middle-eastern facial scruff, tight black pants that showed a nice crotch and perky soccer ass, and a sly smile. All through dinner, he kept shooting me glances, but each time I looked back at him he gave me a kind of contemptuous stare, as if he knew I was a fag and he hated me. At the end of the meal, he brought us Turkish coffee, which is very thick and has a lot of 'mud' at the bottom. I commented on it, and he offered to show me how they make it. I demurred, not being sure what I was getting myself into, and thinking I didn't want to make a scene in case I came onto him and he decided to yell at me or something. After we paid and were getting ready to leave the restaurant, I headed to the bathroom. In front of the bathroom door are stairs going down to the basement, and I saw the sexy Turkish waiter standing a few steps down, looking at me. He raised a finger and gestured for me to come toward him, then pointed down the stairs. He took a few steps down and turned back to see if I was following. Again he gestured for me to follow him, so I did. As soon as we were in the basement, which was mostly dark, dirty, and smelled of rotting vegetables, he put one hand on his crotch and, with the other, pointed at it, as if telling me that's where my attention belonged. I took a step closer to him, and leaned in close to his face, intending to kiss him. But as I moved in, I felt a hand on my shoulder pushing me down with enough force that I didn't try to fight back. I sunk to my knees on the filthy cement floor as his other hand unzipped his fly and yanked on the belt to open it. Within a few seconds, a very hot and veiny cut cock came into view, dark-skinned and surrounded by black wiry hairs, with the glisten of precum at the tip. I knew we had to be fast as my friends were waiting, and he probably had other tables to attend to. I thought I could blow him quickly, get my reward, and be out of there within three minutes. But as soon as my lips encircled the head of his cock, I felt both of his hands take me by the ears, and his cock started piledriving my throat. I was only about 8 inches, and not the thickest I'd taken, but the way he was digging it deep into my throat made me start to gag. And each time he felt my throat spasm around his cock, he stuck it in deeper, digging and burrowing into the soft folds of tissue inside of me. After gagging maybe a dozen time, my eyes tearing and my nose running freely with clear snot, I finally did the worst and threw up a little into my throat. He looked down and me and ordered, "Swallow it!" I did, his cock still in my mouth, and as he felt me swallow, he slammed back into me. Wth a few seconds I had gagged again, and vomited more this time, my whole mouth filling with it. Again he ordered, "Swallow it, faggot!" And I did, the head of his cock still between my lips. Disgusting, I know, but that's what happend. Then he commanded, "Drop your pants." So I spit out his cock, covered in my slime and snot and tears, and opened my belt, pulling out my hard dick and balls. "Don't show me your dick bitch. Bend the fuck over!" So I did. For a second he put both hands into my crack, feeling the hole. I heard a sniff, as if he was checking his fingers to find out if I was clean. Of course I usually douche when I'm going out, just in case of a situation like this, and I was not only clean but also fairly well lubed. He reached his hand around to my face and, after wiping at the snot pouring out of my nose from the brutal facefucking, put his hand in front of my mouth and ordered, "Spit." He used my own snot and spit to lube his cock, and without any warning at all, slammed into my ass as brutally as he'd fucked my throat. I gasped instinctive, and loudly I guess, and instantly felt his fist crack into the back of my head. "Shut the fuck up! If you make a single sound I will kick the shit out of you!" he hissed at me in a very loud whisper. For about two minutes he slammed into me without mercy, each thrust resulting in the slapping sound of flesh on flesh, as I held onto the side of a shelving unit for support, the boxes and cans rattling and shifting as the wire shelves and I were rocked by his brutal fucking. And then I heard his gasp -- a massive intake of breath as both his hands grasped my hips and he drove so deep into me I could feel the heat of his swelling cockhead in my guts. In complete silence, he jerked and spasmed maybe six times, holding me completely still with total force as his hot seed rushed into my ass. As I felt his cock start to withdraw from me, I straightened up, using the shelves to come up from my bent-over position. By the time I had turned around, he had his back to me, and was reaching down to pull up bis briefs and pants, which were down around his shoes after the violent fuck. I was surprised to see, in black ink on his right butt cheek, a tattoo I've seen many times, and fantasized about getting for myself. I have jerked off many times daydreaming about taking the cum of a dude with a biohazard tattoo, and now I could see I'd just been fucked savagely and bred by one. Before I could say anything, he grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and ran up the stairs two at a time while tucking his shirt into his waistband and cinching his belt. Within a minute, I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom to get myself cleaned up. Then, with some trepidation, out into the restaurant to look for my friends. The waiter had his back to me as I came out, and it was clear he was avoiding me. So I left. I found my friends outside, both talking on their cell phones, and we ambled off to the subway station, them to their boyfriends, and me to my apartment alone to finger myself and eat the waiter's cum from my hole while I jerked off remembering every detail of our encounter.

I took a minute to straighten my harness, adjust my armbands and slide the leather strap of my jock back in the crack of my ass. I also, loosened the laces on the executioner's hood and slid it off my head. Then I walked out of the jail cell and over to the two tweakers standing in the doorway. The taller one was wearing a black swimmer's jock, and the shorter (but beefier) one was in a pair of black, cotton/spandex shorts. "Hey guys," I broke the silence. "What's up?" I added, not even trying to hide the fact that I was checking them out. My right hand reached out and found the eraser nipple of the shorter guy. He drew a sharp intake of air, followed by a moan and threw his head back against his boyfriend's shoulder. "You guys been here long?" I continued (already knowing the answer to my question). "Uh, yeah," the taller one answered. "Um, we got here last night," he finished. "Party?" I asked. "Yeah," the taller one answered, starting to relax. The shorter one was enjoying my manhandling of his nipples, and one of his free hands was massaging my leather codpiece. "That was fuckin' hot over there, man," the taller one said, tilting his head in the direction of the jail cell. "Diddee cum in you?" he asked. "Yeah," I grinned. "Big fuckin' load - - - an' a big ol' dick, too!" I added, letting my left hand drift down to the boyfriend's cotton jock pouch. Even though it was soft, it was still nicely packed! "Sorry - - - too much partyin'," he grinned, sheepishly. "Hey - I understand," I said, reaching down and unsnapping my codpiece, and revealing my shrunken fuckmeat. That didn't stop the shorter one. He reached in and gave a firm squeeze to my cock and balls. It felt good to feel a stranger's firm grip on my cock. "Wicked PA, man!" he said, sliding the heavy chrome ring back and forth through my piss slit. "I been tryin' to get Brian to get one - - - bet it'd feel great in my ass," he smiled, leaning back and kissing his lover. "So, you're Brian," I jumped in at the opportunity for introductions. "I'm Jim," I added. "Oh, and I'm Rob," the shorter guy answered. "Hey - - - uh - - you don't have any - uh - favors we could buy - - do ya?" Brian asked. I wasn't surprised at the request. God knows, I've been there plenty of times. Havin' a great time - - - an' then somehow you're out of 'supplies.' "I'm runnin' kinda low," I lied. "But I got three slams in me." I waited, before saying, "So, if you want some chempiss?" Rob looked up at Brian, seemingly looking for approval. "Sure - - - I'm up for it," Brian gave his ascent. Rob gave him a quick kiss, as if to say 'thank you' to his lover. Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, undoing two more snaps on my codpiece to give him full access to my limp cock. I felt his warm mouth slide onto my cock, but without the frantic sucking that usually accompanied someone trying to get me hard. I tried to think of his mouth as a human urinal, simply there for me to empty my bladder. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the black, plywood wall, imagining that I was standing in front of an open latrine at The Eagle. The piss started out slow, but as I relaxed, the flow increased. Under normal circumstances, the feeling of Rob's throat swallowing would have given me an instant hard-on. But thanks to Miss Tina, that wasn't gonna happen. Just when I was trying to figure out how to split my piss between the two, Ryan walked in. I motioned for him to come closer. "Hey man," I whispered in his ear. "You got any piss in ya?" He just nodded. "Brian over here could use some, if ya know what I mean," I winked. Ryan placed his hands on Brian's shoulders, pushing him down so that he was on his knees next to Rob. I saw Ryan close his eyes, trying to relax himself enough to start the flow of piss. I knew it was working when I heard Brian cough a little and spray some piss out of his nose. But once he got the hang of swallowing, he didn't lose a drop! When I was done, I pulled my semi-limp cock out of Rob's velvety mouth, and pulled him to his feet. "Wait here," I whispered to him. "I'll be right back." I went next door to my room and shut the door. I felt a little guilty about making them drink piss, when I had plenty of Tina in my stash. (But just a little guilty - 'cause it was hot watchin' those two fucked up tweakers do whatever they could to get high!) I grabbed the glass pipe and loaded two rocks in it, and grabbed the torch. And just for good measure, I popped a half tab of "X" and another Levitra. Then headed back next door, just as Ryan was starting to run dry. Fortunately, it was still just the four of us in the dungeon room, so I closed the door to the hallway. "Look what I found!" I said, holding up the glass pipe for Rob and Brian to see. "Don't have anything to sell, but I'll share if you want some," I said, walking over to the mattress on the floor and propping myself up against the wall. Rob, Brian and Ryan joined me on the bed and I let Rob be the first to smoke while I held the torch. The pipe got passed around twice, while we all took deep drags of the thick, white smoke. "Fuckin' A, man!" Rob grinned, rubbing his hand along my thigh. "This is fuckin' great!" "Yeah - thanks, man!" Brian added. "We were just about to give up and go home." "As long as you're a nasty fuckpig, you're welcome to stay!" I said, waving the glass pipe in the air. "Hell yeah!!" the other three yelled in unison. "You guys mind bein' watched?" I asked. "Bri's a little shy," Rob answered, "but I love it!" I was starting to get the impression that Rob was my kinda chemwhore! We passed the pipe around one more time, and then I got up and opened the door to the hall. When I turned around, Rob had already hopped up in the sling, and was adjusting his legs against the chains. Ryan was casually playing with Brian's hole that was exposed by the jockstrap. I sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette. Brian inched his way over to me, and whispered, "If I can get you hard, will you fuck Rob? He wants that ring so bad!" he said referring to my PA. "Go for it, man," I told him. I really didn't think he'd have much luck, but I wasn't gonna turn down a blowjob from a sexy tweaker. He took his time, at first just warming my cock with his hot mouth. I could feel the warm spit running down my balls and into the crack of my ass - - - and then Brian found my weak spot - my hole. Without letting my cock out of his mouth, he slowly worked two fingers into my horny hole. I felt my body relax, as I gave myself over to his attentions. His long, middle finger found my prostate, and gently started massaging. My legs spread to give him more room to work. I heard the chains on the sling jangle, and looked over to see Poz Daddy dipping his fat cock into Rob's Tina-fueled hole. He was still wearing the yellow jockstrap from before, but had added a leather vest and biker's cap. He'd also brought a friend back with him - - - a big, black stud - also in a leather vest, and leather armbands around his biceps. He was stroking his leather, cockringed meat, while he watched Rob's hole get opened by his buddy. I was torn between wanting that black cock up my ass, and wanting to fuck Rob's muscular ass with my growing hardon. (Tina makes you want it ALL!!!) Brian grunting loudly, as he slobbered over my thickening meat. He had switched position, and was now on his knees - Ryan sitting cross-legged behind his ass, feeding the Ken Ryker dildo in and out of his tweaked hole. Brian's free hand (the one not up my ass), encircled the leather ballstretcher around my balls and exerted a firm, steady tug. I don't know what it was (maybe the earlier Levitra?), but all of a sudden, I was rock hard! Brian noticed it too, and stopped his frantic sucking. "Fuck! That's hot!" he said, staring with the unblinking stare of a methhead. "Please fuck 'im!" he said, still staring. "Fuck 'im with that big, pierced dick!" Afraid of losing my hardon, I quickly got up and moved toward the sling. Poz Daddy took one look, and slid his wet cock out of Rob's gaping hole. "Fuck, yeah!" he grinned. "We got us a flip fucker!!!" I stepped into position at the edge of the sling and slammed my cock into Rob's open hole. "Fuck!!!" he yelled, with a twisted grin on his face. His hole felt like a tube of warm pudding, happy to be filled by a man's thick cock. "Fuck yeah, man!" Poz Daddy growled in my ear. "Fuck the pig's hole!" I felt my cock expand even more, as it got used to the sensation of the warm muscleboytweakerhole. I grabbed hold of the chains supporting the sling, and started moving my hips back and forth, watching my lubeslick tool slide in and out of the stretched pucker. The black guy moved in behind me, reaching around and playing with my pierced tits, and sliding his thick meat up and down my sweaty buttcrack. "That's right... fuck 'im...fuck his hole... fuck 'im with that big, pierced dick!" he quietly hissed in my ear. (I found out later that his name was James, and Poz Daddy (aka Brent) had texted him, and told him about the partypigs at the bathhouse. Suggested he come over an' fuck some ass.) James' right hand disappeared from my chest, only to help him position his cock against my sphincter. I stopped fucking Rob long enough to focus on my asshole, and felt the huge cock slide in me! "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" I moaned in approval, melting against the heat of James' big body, and letting him push me deeper into Rob. I was sandwiched between two hot guys, fucking and getting fucked at the same time!!! James took over now, grinding his muscular pelvis against me, and forcing me to fuck Rob harder and harder. The mixed smell of his sweat and the leather vest was like another drug for my chemmed-up mind, and I happily gave myself over to this fucking machine!

I used to have 2 dads. Until recently when one came out as a trans woman. she waited to go on hormones because she wanted to be a parent. I often heard them making love very loudly to each other. one day they had left the door open. "we can see you peering in on us come in for a better look" they said. I walked in and they saw my wet crotch. "what's happening down there? strip so we can see." they said. I took off all my clothes. "rub your pussy so we can see it show us how turned on you are" they said. I walked slowly towards them stroking my pussy. "do you know why I haven't started hormones?" my mum asked. "no why haven't you started hormones?" I replied. "because I want to make you into a parent" she replied. "how are babies made?" I asked. "come lie down on the bed with your pussy in the air and we will show you" mum said. I laid down on the bed as they asked. My mum put her cock next to my pussy lips prising them open and slipped in taking my virginity. I'd just turned 18 a week earlier. "now I'm going to move my cock in and out of your pussy until my baby batter floods your womb making you pregnant as many times as you like" mum said. I kissed my dads cock as mum made love to me. his cock was going in my ass afterwards. I'm so pleased I let mum take my virginity it was a once in a lifetime experience on many levels.

I live in Lancaster County. I can host or travel. Get back to me if anyone is interested in hooking up and filming some hot porn videos

I'm curious about this too.

What about talk about Sat anic sex? It seems to be banned too.

Last summer, my boy and I took a vacation to Europe together. It was one of those packages, seeing a different city every day for a week and a half before flying home. We thought it would be exhilarating, but it turned out to be exhausting. When passing through Berlin, we decided to separate from the group and see the gay neighborhood. I had sort of hoped we’d get up to some naughty fun so I brought a small tube of lube and condoms in my shirt pocket, just in case. I bet there was a place where I could fuck him, safely, with maybe a few strangers watching. The very idea got my cock stirring. We fuck bare in private, but I didn’t want any strangers to think my boy was a slut who took all loads… We wound up in a two-level club with a sign proclaiming CRUISING BASEMENT. The street level bar looked like a normal bar, except with flat screen televisions playing bareback porn. There was a set of stairs at the back of the bar down to what must have been the cruising area. We were both kind of nervous being there, with nothing like that in our hometown, or even in most big cities in America for that matter. We quickly downed two large beers each in quick succession. We joked about exploring downstairs and seeing what trouble we could get into. Maybe some beers would help ease our angst and loosen us up a bit. My boy asked the bartender where the restroom was, and he gestured with a wink to the dark staircase. I knew he had to take a piss and he got up to head downstairs as I ordered another beer. A few minutes went by. Then a few minutes more passed. I was halfway through my beer and needed to take a piss myself. I gulped down the rest of my drink, paid our tab, grabbed my boy’s untouched beer and headed to find him. I found the bathroom, surprisingly clean and well-lit. No sign of my boy. I took a piss into a stainless steel trough urinal, holding my boy’s beer with one hand and my streaming cock in the other. I felt someone come up behind me, and press his crotch into my ass. I melted into him as he reached around and shook the last droplets from my dick. He pulled way, knelt down and took me into his mouth, moaning as he deep-throated me, occasionally holding up a bottle of poppers to huff. I like good head as much as anyone, but I was worried about my boy. I pulled the guy off my now-wet dick and backed out of the bathroom. The guy stayed on his knees grinning at me as I headed into the darkness to rescue my boy if he needed rescuing or to join in some raunchy, hopefully safe fun. In the darkness, I followed the sound of whispers and groans down a short hallway where I found my boy in an open doorway, leaning out and moaning, with his eyes closed. I reached out to feel his chest. His shirt was pulled up behind his neck. He clenched his eyes and I ran my hand down to his crotch. It was so dark that I could barely see that his pants were at his ankles, and someone was eating his ass. I grabbed my boy’s hard cock and he swatted my hand away. I cleared my throat and he opened his eyes. He reached out to me and wrapped his arms around my neck, supporting his weight as the stranger worked his ass. My boy whispered, or rather hissed into my ear "Is it okay if he fucks me?" I murmured approval, extracted the condom from my pocket, and handed it to the top who stood up and started slapping his sizeable dick against my boy’s wet ass crack. Of course I expected him to pull on the condom, but instead he scoffed and threw it to the dirty ground, pushed my boy’s back down so it was parallel to the floor, and his ass arched up. My boy grabbed onto my waist with both arms as the stranger lurched forward. My boy yelped and I knew the top had entered him raw. Just then the guy who had briefly blown me in the bathroom stepped out of the darkness and held his bottle of poppers under my boy’s nostrils. My boy huffed deep and held his breath. Had I been thinking clearly, I might have tried to stop it, but I was honestly too turned on. The top pounding my boy’s raw ass went at it for about thirty seconds, only to mutter "Too tight. Gonna make me breed him too soon." Then giving a disapproving grimace he pulled out and disappeared into the shadows. My boy was dizzy from the experience. I grasped both of his hands and led him towards a deep bench against a wall. I sat down and he collapsed, face first into my lap, thinking he would take a quick nap, but I was wrong. He shimmied my pants down and swallowed my hard dripping cock to the root. I was still wet with the poppers guy’s spit. I knew there were other guys around. I could hear them whispering, and kissing, and sucking, and fucking. Knowing that at least some of them were watching really got me hot. The guy with the poppers had followed us and knelt down behind my boy, diving into his freshly-fucked ass with his tongue. My boy moaned on my dick. The guy lapped away for a few moments and then crouched down behind him. From my place on the bench, I watched as his aimed his raw cock into my boy’s willing ass. My boy squealed as he took another raw anal assault. The poppers guy took a huff and then leaned over my boy, making him do the same, and then offering them to me. I took the bottle and inhaled very deeply as the poppers guy's pace picked up only to halt. I knew he was firing his cum into my boy’s bare hole. He slapped my boy’s sweaty, and now cummy ass and pulled out. I thought he’d go away, but he leaned towards my boy and whispered with his thick German accent, theatrically so everyone around could hear "Good thing that other guy didn’t blow his load inside you. He’s POZZED up more than a few tourists here." He chuckled as my boy fisted his cock, his moans announcing he himself was close to cumming. The poppers guy laid down on his back, under my boy, on that filthy sticky floor, gobbling down my boy’s cock just in time to swallow his load. Just then, the first guy, the hulking POZ one, crept out of the darkness again. His huge cock was still wet and shiny, either from my boy’s hole or from some other bottom in the basement darkness. He slapped it against my boy’s cummy crack a few times, leered at me, and slammed all the way in. My boy tried to swallow my dick, but the top was so aggressive that he mostly just moaned with an open mouth around the head. He fucked my boy hard and quick for no more than two minutes. He cursed in Dutch, or German maybe, a few times before quickening his pace and then pounding six times with decreasing speed, filling my boy with toxic seed. It got me super close to going over the edge. My boy felt my nuts tightening up and pulled off my cock. The POZ top disappeared and the poppers guy just laughed as I pulled away and got behind my boy, marveling at the cum streaking down his thighs and the low light glistening on his sweaty back. I slid easily into is loose sloppy hole and came after five seconds. My boy threw his head back and lost another load into the poppers guy’s eager mouth. My boy stood up on his trembling legs and threw his arms around me, kissing me deeply. He growled into my ear "We gotta get out of here, and fast, or I’m going to wind up taking every load in this basement." "And what would be so bad about that?" I asked. He kissed me hard, grinned and waved at me, and backed away into the darkness….

Some doors once opened.... 😉

True story here that happens to be my last load. Few months ago, I noticed a really close guy on grindr. Tall, fit guy, quite cute. After a quick chat, I understood he was living the flat in front of my house. We finally hooked up few days later, we both were up for some fun, so I cleaned up, put some sweatpants and waited outside. We quickly went in his room, made out, undressed, he reached for my ass and soon enough I was on my fourth on the bed, bending over. Told me that slutty cute skinny guy like me drove his "dom" instinct crazy, and that it will be hard for him to hold on. I smirked and told him he did not need to, as I could handle it. He started spanking me gently and rubbing his cock against my ass. He started to push the head in, and easily popped in. I said nothing and let him go, then he stopped and said we should probably use a condom. That was it, he fucked me wrapped, twice. Did not get bred that time, but that was hot anyway. Turns out he was moving away few days later. Last week, he was around and I was horny. Told him I was free during the evening but he answered he would not be around anymore, but he was free right now. Told him to come, just needed to clean up and quick shower, which I did. He asked me if I was taking bbk, as he turned to fuck me wrapped last time, I said no, but that I could swallow. He said he was on prep, I said ok. When he came in, I knew I let him fuck me bare. We quickly undressed and he was soon on my bed, my mouth on his cock. I went up to made out and he started to explore my ass, fingering. I was moaning, and our cocks rubbing against each other. At some point I turned back, showing off my ass, he kept fingering me, stroking his cock and started to rub it against my ass. I prelubed before he came, and my ass was pretty open, so soon he popped in, I just moaned and sat in until he was ball deep. I rode him for a while when he asked me to be on my fourth, he slidded in again and started fucking me deep and hard, holding my body tight (love that), slowing down times to times to keep it longer. Then he told me he was about to cum, and asked me where he should cum, I told him "as you wish", answered he would on my ass, and as he entered me again I wispered "you can come inside", "yeah, I can?", "yeah, fill me up", he did, stay inside a bit. After that I sucked his cock clean, and kept in my mouth until he needed to go. After he left, I pushed out a bit of his cum to lube my own cock, and put a plug on. Never been that much slutty.

OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW BETTER, YOUNG ENOUGH TO DO IT ANYWAY PART I: INVINCIBLE BEGINNING At some point all teenage boys reach a moment in which they are transformed from a normal kid into a super powered, unstoppable force…or at least something deludes them into believe that about themselves. Once it has occurred, these kids will take on daring, and even foolish risks, with no fear that they might face consequences for their actions. Most boys probably couldn’t tell you when that moment was, but Chris could pinpoint exactly when and where and what he was doing (and who) when he lost his sense of self preservation and became a daredevil willing to try anything and always looking for the next adventure to prove he was all he believed himself to be. The night in question was during his sophomore year, only hours after he’d been told he’d be starting pitcher for his varsity baseball team the next season. So excited he could barely see straight, he texted some buds and made plans to meet them behind the diamond that night to celebrate. After three or so beers that had been purchased by someone’s older sister, Chris found himself doing handstands on the top row of the bleachers. This brave and idiotic act of show-off-ery was made possible by his alcohol intake and the appearance of some girls from his English class, but soon he’d feel strong enough to do such things without anything clouding his judgement. As it turned out, the handstand were sufficiently impressive to get one of the girls to come over to him and ask what else he could do. Not even an hour passed before they’d both gotten drunk enough to climb in the back of his dad’s truck and start fucking while all their friends were only a few feet away. Drunk and loud, their moans gave away what they were up to, and drew the other girl and the boys to come over and watch. Pretty soon a chant started encouraging Chris to go faster and harder. Now Chris would remember that this went on for at least a half hour and his girl orgasmed 3 times before he finally whipped his dick out and shot copious streams of jizz across her pussy, stomach and tits. The truth was more like five minutes, one (possibly fake) orgasm, and his cock slipping out at the last second, missing her tits or cunt, and instead coating the insides of her thighs and calves. While she retrieved her panties from his radio antenna, one of his buddies secretly took a photo of the cum covering her legs and showed it to Chris. It was right then that he became a myth to his buddies and any shred of self-preservation was gone. He was convinced he could do anything, having seduced the hottie with his athletic prowess, fucked her royally with an audience cheering him on, and a photo to prove it was all as awesome as he thought it was. That night when he got home and went into his bathroom to shower off the sweat, cum and pussy juice, he stripped nude and admired himself in the mirror. For months he’d been working his ass off to get his biceps bigger, his abs tighter and his legs stronger to help his game. Smirking, he suddenly saw the resulting body in a new light, as if it was imbued with mystical properties. Another foolish teen was born that night, and no one would be able to break him of his delusions of grandeur for quite some time. Over the next year he was cock of the walk, ruling the school as only buff, tall, handsome teen varsity jocks can. He even managed to make honor role first semester, which got him an offer to join an Honors track in the spring. With nothing to fear, he accepted without a second thought, and continued to spend his time perfecting his physique and juggling three girls. Once baseball season started in February, Chris was starting to realize that his honors classes might not have been the best idea. Midterms would be right around the same time as the first game, and so far Chris was barely finding the time to study enough for a ‘C’ average between practice and his workouts. Still he figured it would all work out just fine even when his teachers began pointing out that he was getting dangerously close to dropping below a ‘C’ which would keep him off the list for academic eligibility. Finally his coach pulled him aside after practice one night and mentioned some rumors that Chris might be off the team if he didn’t get his grades back up, and some fear kicked in. The next weekend, Chris cancelled his dates and spent the whole weekend studying and writing papers. During the week he began doing homework at lunch and between classes, and even used study hall for its intended purpose. His grades began to pick up, but now the coach was riding him for not playing as well. Friday’s practice was worst of the week, and Chris found himself barely able to focus with all the stuff he was freaking out about. Too wired to go home, he decided to drive over to his family’s athletic club and get in some time on his arms and try to figure out what he was doing wrong. An hour passed while Chris worked different weight machines to pump up his arms, but he was still distracted by all the work he had to do. So much so he accidentally loaded 20 lbs more than his top weight, and almost killed himself on the first press. Out of nowhere appeared a tall toned white guy covered in tattoos who jumped in to spot him and helped get the weight readjusted. Chris sat up to thank the guy, and found out he was one of the personal trainers at the club, Freddy. They chatted as the lifted and walked into the locker room together as Chris explained that with all he had to get done, there just wasn’t enough time during the week to do it and be well rested and ready for practice. “What if I could make the weekend longer?” Freddy asked, lowering his voice and leaning in closer. Chris asked what he meant and found out that Freddy had some stuff at his house that would allow Chris to stay up all night Friday and Saturday, get his work done for the week, and not make him groggy afterwards. Chris agreed without asking anything about what the stuff was or what it did. He was so excited about the idea of being able to get everything done that he didn’t notice Freddy checking him out as they showered. Inside Freddy’s apartment, Chris was offered a drink, but declined in favor of getting the stuff he needed to help study. He figured on the short drive over that it was probably caffine pills like truckers use, but he wasn’t sure if he could take those since technically the school could check for drugs at any point, even though they always did it Friday after school. He tried to hide his shock when Freddy returned to the living room in nothing but a pair of baggy bball shorts and a cap, with a small glass piper and lighter in one hand and a tiny bag of something resembling the rocks Chris grew in chemistry class the year before. Chris watched as Freddy explained that the stuff in the bag was called ‘Tina’ and was used to fight fatigue, as well as a few other things. Chris inquired as to why he needed the pipe and when Freddy started to show him, Chris objected quickly. “I don’t do drugs man, can’t risk it.” He said, losing some of his posture unconsciously from the disappointment of realizing there was no miracle way to stay up without chancing an ‘f’ on a piss test. “If any of this shit is detectable on a UA, then I would be fucked if it was still in my piss by Friday.” “No sweat man,” Freddy responded while loading some of the rocks into the glass bowl. “This stuff burns clean and is out of your system in 2, 3 days tops. Plus it won’t show on any UA for sports enhancing drugs or opiates.” Assuming that meant that the ‘tina’ wasn’t a drug, Chris spirits rose, but he remained wary, asking if there were any side effects or if it was addictive. “It can be addictive if you aren’t able to handle it properly,” Freddy said as he measured some of his baggie into an even smaller bag. “but you’re a big dude and you don’t look like one of those pussy bitches who can’t drink or smoke without ending up strung out on the side of the road somewhere. As for side effects, it just hypes you up and gets you running on overdrive, which can sometimes make you really thirsty or horny, kinda like a really good work out but with no fatigue after.” Chris’ sense of invulnerability over-rode all the ‘don’t do drugs’ lectures he’d heard over and over again in school and scouts, convincing him he could handle it in small doses. After all, no one was ever hooked after just one hit right? Wrong. Freddy asked him if he wanted to try it out, but Chris hesitated for one more second as he tried to decide if he was really willing to do this to get his stuff done. “Up to you man,” Freddy shrugged and pocketed the baggie and went to take a hit off the pipe himself. “I just need to know if you want this or if I should save it for the college chic I got on her way here. She loves smoking this and riding any cock in the room, so maybe I should save it for her anyway.” The idea that some girl could handle it and he was hesitating made Chris realize that it was time to man up. There was also the image of some co-ed tits bouncing as a girl rode his dick that had him wondering if he could use this as an excuse to hang around take a turn. He stopped Freddy and said he was ready to try it. Since he’d never seen a pipe like this before, Freddy offered to help him by lighting it for his first few hits. Instructing him to wait to inhale until Freddy gave him the signal, Chris sat as close to Freddy as he could. The tattoo’d taller, older guy held the pipe to Chris’ lips and flicked the lighter until it lit under the clear glass bowl. Crackling could be heard as Chris noticed the crystals melting and smoke beginning to billow in the round enclosure. From the weed pipes he’d smoked, Chris assumed the hole on top was a carb, but didn’t say anything since Freddy left it uncovered. Once some whisps of clean white smoke began to seep from the hole, Freddy said “now.” Inhaling deep into his lungs, Chris was surprised that he wasn’t tasting the smoke like he had when he’d smoked pot before. ‘must be due this being a cleaner burning substance or something,’ he thought, until he began to exhale and coughed really hard. Freddy laughed and asked if he was okay and Chris nodded. Taking another hit, Freddy handed Chris the bowl and told him to try it that time while Freddy retrieved water for the two of them. Chris had an easier time on that hit and wondered how long it would take to kick in. Just as Freddy came back with the waters, Chris got his answer in the form of a huge head rush and a wave of heat flowing over him. Now he understood why Freddy had stripped to his shorts. They continued passing back and forth the pipe while Freddy listened to him drone on and on about how amazing he felt. Once the bowl was finished, Freddy told Chris to strip down to his boxers if he was too warm, which Chris went ahead and did, with all the confidence of a boy his age. He didn’t even worry about getting hard when the extremely sexy 22 yr old girl showed up and smoked with them. By the time they’d smoked another bowl, Chris was concerned that he wasn’t getting hard, but kept his mouth shut since he was enjoying the 22yr old fingering her pussy and Sucking Freddy’s large dick. Within minutes of starting, her cunt got slippery, then sloppy and finally she creamed all over the couch cushion when Chris worked up the courage to reach over and stroke her pussy lips. Still, Chris couldn’t get any response from his dick. When the girl left, he asked Freddy, and he explained that it was a common side effect and if he decided to come back for more “study helpers” the next night, that Freddy would toss in a Viagra just in case. Confused, but wired, Chris left the apartment and went home, where he spent the next 6 hours pounding out a term paper, two research papers, and a set of flash cards for his midterms that week. Around 7 am, he was fading and went into his pocket for some more tina. Immediately he realized he had no pipe and no lighter. Whipping out his phone, he texted Freddy and prayed he was awake. By 8, Chris was back at Freddy’s door, and was greeted by the tattoo’d dealer’s naked body, semi-hard cock, and a nasty gangbang video playing on the tv. He was so distracted by his need for a pipe that it took him a minute to realize there was another guy there, around Freddy’s age, but shorter, around Chris’ height, and very muscly. He stammered and tried not to stare as the two men absent mindedly jerked their rods while he told them what he needed. The buff shorter guy laughed and told him to go buy one at the Mexican market on the corner, but Freddy stopped him and said he would give him one as part what he owed for the tina. Chris asked what he meant, and Freddy explained that tina was not free, and told him the bag he’d left with earlier was worth $30, and he’d toss in the Viagra he’d promised, a pipe and a lighter for another $10. All the money from Chris’ wallet added up to $38, and the change from his car got him another $1.57 closer, which Freddy graciously accepted on the condition that “next time you bring the cash before I give you the goods.” All Saturday, through the afternoon and evening, Chris was working at full speed, sneaking into the bathroom and locking the door periodically, in order to be sure he could take a few puffs without his parents catching him. As promised, the tina was life-changing, allowing Chris to stay focus and on task all day so he was done with all his work by midnight. With that, he booted up his laptop and hunted through some porn online so he could celebrate. Try as he might, even his favorite videos did nothing to help him become erect. Frustrated, he fished the little blue pill out of his pocket and gulped it down. He wondered if Freddy and the other guy had taken one, since they seemed to have no issues getting hard when he was there. Suddenly he realized he had no idea why the two of them were stroking together with no sign of a female anywhere and no mention of any coming over. A brief thought that they were fags crossed his mind, but he dismissed it as quickly as it arrived, reminding himself that Freddy fed his dick to the college girl right in front of him the night they met. Perhaps they were jerk off buddies like he and his friend Nick had been in middle school. It seemed weird that they’d continued as adults, but he forgot all about it when he looked down and found his own dick was now fully hard. Assuming it was from the slutty blonde getting a facial on the computer screen, he began to stroke and think of all the girls he’d been blowing off the last few weeks. One hand on his cock, he reached with his other hand for his phone and texted the girl who lived closest and asked if she wanted to come over. Imagining her taking a hit from his pipe before letting him use her slit, he felt his balls tightening already. Pausing to take another hit off his new pipe, he prayed for a pussy. Mere moments passed before the girl he’d texted sent a response saying: just got home from party. Come over and letz fuck. The sex was better than he ever could have imagined, even with a half-asleep drunk girl who didn’t want to do anything other than missionary. When he pulled out and shot his load on her pussy lips, she smiled and rolled over. She was out before his breathing returned to normal, and he was already figuring out how he was going to make $30 bucks that week to get more tina. PART II: UNSTOPPABLE ADDICTION Nine weeks had come and gone since that first night partying, and Chris had spent every weekend high as a kite. His grades were safely in the ‘B’ range and his performance on the team had never been better. He’d even managed to lose the baby fat around his waist with the help of the drugs, giving him an even more enviable form. In that time, he’d run through all his birthday money, he allowance, his gas money, and had even taken to selling some of his comic books from when he was younger, all to support his new habit. What began as a $30 bag and the occasional puff through the day was now $100 a weekend and a constant intake of meth. Days he spent at home locked in his room behind a combo lock he installed himself, nights he snuck over to Freddy’s apartment and smoked and jerked and hung out naked, occasionally enjoying a left over girl from Freddy’s customers. Recently Freddy was kicking him out more and more often, which required Chris to schedule hook ups with girls and friends at bizarre hours. He was loving every drugged minute of it, and had become totally okay with spending hours in the buff with Freddy and random friends and customers he had over now and then. Finals came just in time for the money to run out, and Chris was panicked when he asked Freddy what to do. “You remember the guy you met the first weekend we hung out?” Chris nodded. “Well he has mentioned you a few times since then and I bet he’d be down to spot you some cash if you’d be down to let him suck you off.” “Seriously? He’s a fag? Seemed so…normal. I dunno man. I’m not into gay shit. I just really need this for one more week.” Chris was already aching for a puff when Freddy explained that he could pretend it was a girl and keep his eyes closed the whole time. Glancing over to the coffee table, Chris saw Freddy’s pipe laying out and his eyes glazed at the thought of being high again. He nodded okay. No sooner had Freddy gotten off the phone with the guy and told Chris to use his shower really quickly. Chris was now including some extra cleansing of his balls, ass and hole when he showered, since the tina had a tendency to make him empty his bowels. He’d just finished verifying there was nothing left inside him and getting washed when Freddy knocked and told him the guy was there, stripping nude and eagerly dropping to his knees in front of the chair where Freddy directed Chris to sit. The dude wasted no time and immediately began to suck as best he could, but it was no use since Chris was only thinking about getting high. Freddy suggested they smoke a bowl and gave Chris a Viagra to help him out. Once the smoke hit his lungs, Chris felt the high he needed and was able to turn his attention to the tv screen where an asain girl was taking two black dicks in either end. It turned out that the man was an excellent cock sucker, so good that Chris forgot who was doing it and grabbed his hair and started pounding his dick down the man’s throat and saying things like “take my fucking cock” and “I’m gonna feed you my cum bitch!” Sure enough, the next stroke was all it took for Chris to shoot load after load down the throat of a man he barely knew. As the euphoria wore off, he looked down and was disgusted to see the masculine face as it licked his shaft and balls. He pushed the man off and hurriedly got dressed, only pausing before leaving to get the tina he needed. PART III: INESCAPABLE OUTCOME Finals and the end of the baseball season went off with no problems, and Chris decided he was going to stop smoking now that he no longer needed to do it for his grades. Friday came and he was doing okay until he received a video message on his phone from Freddy. The clip was the college girl he’d met at Freddy’s apartment, and she was taking a hit from Freddy’s pipe totally nude. Never in his life had he wanted something so badly, and he couldn’t figure out if he wanted the pipe or the girl more. Since classes ended with finals, Chris rushed the last half of the last essay on his lit final, before tossing it on the teacher’s desk on his way out the door. On the way to Freddy’s apartment, he called the dealer and explained that he was still broke, but Freddy told him not to worry about it, because he had a friend coming over that was willing to share. When the other guy finally arrived, Chris had the co-ed on her back on the couch, with her legs over his shoulders and his cock ramming her pussy as hard as he could. He told Freddy how impressed he was by his own staying power since he’d been inside her for at least 20 minutes by then with no sign of cumming, and Freddy just laughed. “That’s because the pepsi I gave you to wash down the Viagra had some g in it,” Freddy mentioned like it was nothing. Chris looked concerned. “Don’t sweat it bro. G is ghb, all of us have some in our drinks. It is just like taking a couple shots.” Once the other guy started stripping, the girl declared that she needed a break and they all sat around and smoked a large bowl. Chris was so hard he was practically humming when his female fuck-partner got a text and apologized, explaining that her roommate was locked out and she needed to go give her the keys to their room. Promising to be back soon as she got dressed, she stopped only to stroke Chris’ cock a few times, before slipping on her shoes on her way out the door. “FUCK!” Chris shouted when she left. “I really need to fuck her! I am so fucking horny man!” “Chill Chris,” Freddy advised him, handing him a freshly loaded bowl. “Why don’t we each do another shot of G so we can calm down a little and by the time the bitch gets back, you’ll be ready for round two.” They all agreed and Freddy dashed into the kitchen to get the g. “I’m Steve, by the way,” the other man spoke up, sitting across the sofa from Chris, in only a jockstrap and his sneakers. “Guess I forgot to introduce myself before sucking you off last week.” “No worries,” Chris responded, awkwardly. “I’m Chris.” Freddy returned with three small shot glasses each filled about half full. Chris said they were wimps if that’s all it took, but both guys chuckled and told him to wait and see how he felt once he drank it. Sliding it back, he gagged at the god-awful flavor and almost threw up, eliciting more laughs from the other guys. Assuming they didn’t choke because they were used to it, it didn’t occur to him that it was actually because their glasses had water in them instead. Within minutes Chris’ vision was getting blurry and he felt himself start to fade into a state of semi-awareness. He remembered thinking he should be worried when Freddy moved to Steve’s side and the two of them started whispering back and forth, but he couldn’t seem to find the energy or will power to question them. As the tv became too difficult to make out, Steve got up and went out on the balcony to make a phone call. “How about we move into the guest bedroom so we can watch porn on the big screen?” Freddy suggested once Steve was out of ear shot. The high school boy agreed amicably and stood up too quickly, falling right back on his butt. Luckily the high from the pipe and the g was making him easy going, so he just laughed and let Freddy help him up. Inside the bedroom, he tried to object as Freddy stripped them both naked and placed Chris next to him in bed, but every time he opened his mouth, Freddy would stick the pipe in front of him and feed him another hit off of it. He soon forgot to protest when the tv began playing a very hot porn featuring a girl who looked a lot like the college girl from earlier, getting plowed in her ass by a tall tattoo covered tan guy who Chris swore looked almost identical to Freddy. Reaching for his cock, Chris discovered Freddy was already playing with it. “I’m nat a fig brew.” Chris slurred. “What?” Freddy asked, sliding his other hand between Chris’ legs to stroke and tickle the balls and asshole. “I’m…not a fag. Bro.” Chris struggled to focus, making his word come slower and more clearly. “Who said you were Chris?” Freddy replied before bending down and engulfing his buddies cock with his mouth. Chris moaned and tried to push Freddy away, but once he felt the dealer’s lips against his pelvis, he moaned and relaxed enough that moments later, he was passed out. Looking up at the nude, ripped teen boy in the bed, Freddy let the stiff post-pubescent cock fall from his mouth, which curled into a smile. Hopping up, he leaned out the door and motioned to Steve, who ended his call, came back inside and climbed onto the bed next to Chris’ head. Together they readjusted Chris until his ass was at the foot of the bed and Steve was kneeling over his head, pinning the boy’s arms beneath his muscular thighs. Freddy chuckled quietly as he applied some lube to his fingers and work one, then two and finally a third one into the teen’s tight virgin ass. As the third one slipped in, Chris began to stir and Steve tensed his legs to keep the boy’s arms still. Withdrawing from the boyhole, Freddy was pleasantly surprised to find Chris’ ass as clean inside as it was outside. Showing Steve, the two of them made some quiet jokes about what a good little slut they’d found, doucheing before they used ‘her.’ “Time for a little wake up call,” Freddy whispered, pulling out a syringe with no needle, a small cup of water and some of his tina. He put a large crystal of the drug into the syringe then reinserted the plunger and used it to suck up some water. Not enough to make a mess, but enough to dissolve the rock with a little shaking and swirling. Once neither one could see the crystal, Freddy lubed the syringe and slowly slid it in the ass where he had just had his fingers. As soon as it was in as far as it could go, freddy pushed down on the plunger and emptied the liquid into Chris’ ass. “Baby’s first booty bump,” Steve said, laughing. The two men watched as the drugs took effect, reviving the boy slowly. Five minutes passed before they figured it was in his blood stream, then Freddy pulled out the syringe and leaned down over the teen’s body. Lifting the boy’s legs over his forearms, he moved his erect cock in until the lubed head was pressed against the virgin cunt. “Open your eyes ball boy,” the dealer said softly but in a commanding tone. Chris was dreaming that his math teacher was on her knees sucking his balls while his French teacher ate his ass with her bright red lips, and he wasn’t happy to respond to the male voice demanding he awaken, but he did anyway. Fluttering eyelids gave way to one and then two pupils, followed by some blinking before Chris finally became fully awake and looked up puzzled. For a few seconds, it didn’t register what was happening to him, until he managed to look a little further down his chest and caught sight of a tattooed torso between his thighs. Dawning on the fact that it was a set of male abs and pecs bent over him, his eyes shot wide open and he began to struggle. Steve and Freddy laughed at the feeble attempt to escape, since the boy was still on enough g that all he could really do was shake his head back and forth and wiggle his hips. “Get off of me mother fucker!” Spat the teen trying to gather enough strength to get an arm free. “what the fuck are you doing?” “Nothing much,” Freddy said, beginning to add pressure to the hole with his large, leaking cock. “I just want you to be awake when I make you a man.” “Fuck you queer!” Came the reply from the baseball boy, which did nothing but anger his rapists. Freddy dropped a thigh and smacked the teen’s face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but with enough to force to shut the boy up and make him tremble slightly. “The only queer here,” The dealer said, sneering at his victim and lifting the leg back over his arm. “Is you bitch. I knew from the moment you smoked the very first bowl with me that you were a no-good faggot cock-sucking whore, and now I’m gonna prove it. Hold onto your panties.” Suddenly Freddy reared back and slammed his hips and cock forward, pushing half his engorged dick past the boy’s tight outer sphincter. Chris screamed like an 11yo falling off his bike, and slammed his eyes shut. Freddy motioned to Steve, who reached back on the bed and picked up Freddy’s discarded jockstrap, shoving it in the boy’s mouth. Freddy reared back again, withdrawing until only the head was still in the boy’s butt, and slammed forward a second time, until ¾ of his cock was inside. Another scream, muffled by the jock, came shooting out of the teen’s throat, as well as some sobs and tears. Pulling out again, the third slam saw the huge tattooed man’s meat make it all the way in, pushing past a second sphincter and causing one pitiful cry from the boy before he passed out. Minutes later the boy returned to consciousness, but somehow he was no longer in pain from the dick in his ass. Instead the sharp knife stabbing his insides had transformed into a warm ache and something else, something suspiciously like…pleasure. He heard moaning and grunting as he opened his eyes again and found Freddy ramming his ass full speed. With each driving thrust, the dealer added another guttural sound of pleasure, explaining the grunts he heard, but Steve was no longer kneeling over him, so where were the moans coming from? Shame filled the boy’s head when it dawned on him that he was the one moaning, from the pleasure of having his ass reamed. With no Steve above him, his arms were free to fight. Raising them, Chris expected them to push against his rapist, but as the cock inside him slid in and out of his no-longer virginal asshole, it rubbed something that caused tiny orgasms to shoot through the teen’s body, and made his arms reach out and pull the dealer’s hips against him harder. “Look who’s up,” Freddy said, bending down and kissing the teen. “And it looks like he’s enjoying himself.” Chris kept his mouth shut at first, which frustrated his fucker. Freddy slammed the boy especially hard, making Chris’ mouth pop open in a yelp, allowing the taller man’s tongue to slip inside the boy’s mouth and rape that as well. Once their tongues began wrestling, every last ounce of resistance faded from the youngster, and he became a willing participant as Freddy proceeded to fuck him on his belly, on his side, doggy style and finally on his back again when he was getting close to finishing. “You want me to cum in you bitch?” Freddy asked, his forehead resting against the boy’s. “Please don’t” Chris whimpered, part of him wanting the man to go ahead anyway. “Then I’ll stop fucking you.” Freddy threatened, pulling almost the whole way out of the boy. Chris cried out, hating the empty feeling and throwing his hands out to pull the man back into his ass. “That’s what I thought,” the tattooed top said laughing, resuming his full force fuck into the teen. “So I’ll ask you again. You want me to cum in you bitch? Want me to cum in you now and again tomorrow and again every day from now on until you’re nothing but a used up cunt full of sperm and shame? Tell me what you want!!” “I want…” Chris stopped himself, but Freddy slammed as hard and deep into him as he could, forcing the boy to continue. “I want you to cum in me.” “Good cause here…I…CUM!” Chris felt the cock inside him swell as his rapist slammed a dozen more times harder and deeper than he had yet and suddenly he could just tell that the man was cumming. The tight tattooed abs rubbing his own teen cock and the stiff giant cock in his hole, stimulating him in places he’d never felt before, joined together to make the teen shoot 1, 2, 3,…a dozen shots of thick, ropy boyjizz against the two male chests. Both men breathed hard and fast as they emptied their balls together, until both were finished and Freddy collapsed onto Chris, making out with the teen as their sweat and cum rolled off of them onto the bedspread. “hot damn.” Steve said, stepping out of the shadows with a camera in his hand. Chris’ gut dropped as he realized the two men had just taped, possibly even broadcasted his rape. “This oughta be enough to make sure you come back for more.” Chris felt the shame stream back into his mind as he stood in the shower, washing himself with boiling hot water. Tears fell from his eyes as he realized Steve was right. He had no choice now. If he didn’t want the men to release the tape or show his parents or get him kicked out of school, he’d have to do what they said, when they said. His feeling of being invincible was over, replaced by a mix of fear, resignation and excitement. Drying off, he walked back into the guest room and laid down without a fight. Steve started moving between the boy’s legs and lubed up his own cock for round two, and Chris knew there was nothing he could do but take the man’s cock, and any other cock they wanted him to take. He was theirs now.

Finally took my first completely anon load. Was out drinking with friends, came home and still up and horny around 4 in the morning. Hit up a guy on bbrt that I've been trying to get with that loves anon. Had me in a jock, blindfolded with the door unlocked. I was very nervous and thought I'd have to back out but powered through. Came in, got behind me and came in 5 mins or so. Kept the blindfold on and stayed ass up as he got dressed till heleft. So glad I did it. Can't wait for more.

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.

The final part, "Bart and the Party", is below. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/5454 * * * Bert found that he was very sore after his encounter with Jeff and Karl. Not only was his anus and the surrounding area sore and tender, but he found other muscles throughout his body were sore from the unaccustomed movements and positions associated with coupling with the two men. Bert did not spend much time assessing what he'd done from a moral standpoint. He vaguely suspected that if he allowed himself to dwell on his actions, that he'd only end up by despising himself and he reasoned that he did not want to end up feeling bad over something that had in reality provided him with unbridled pleasure. Several weeks quickly passed by. Bert was very busy with work and had hardly a spare moment to himself. He thought of the episode with Jeff and Karl frequently, but was not tempted to call Jeff because he did not have the opportunity to slip away, even for a few hours. At last though, work did slow down, and when his wife reminded him that she and the children would be flying back east to visit her parents for a week, Bart's mind was immediately drawn back to thoughts of Jeff. Bert pondered if he would call Jeff, or would he resist and put his encounters behind him forever? Bert shortly had his answer. Bert saw his family safely off at the airport on a Friday afternoon. After his wife called later that evening to confirm their safe arrival, Bert immediately dialed Jeff's number. Jeff picked up his phone almost immediately and seemed genuinely pleased that Bert was calling. They chatted for a few minutes, about nothing in particular. Bert indicated his family was out of town. Jeff, it turned out, was on his way out the door to a party. "Hey guy, think you'd be up to going with me?" Jeff asked. "It's going to be fun." "Well, I don't know if I should." Bert hesitated, pondering on all the variables. Suppose someone there knew him? How would he handle that? "Come on, it's just a small group of my gay friends. They're all great guys, you don't have anything to worry about." "Okay, I'll go." Bert said impulsively. His desire to see Jeff again was over-riding his feelings of caution. "Cool, meet me at my place. You remember how to get here?" "Sure, give me about half an hour or so." "Okay, ciao." Bert drove over to Jeff's house and pulled up alongside Jeff's car in the driveway. Jeff seemed to be in a hurry, as he was waiting inside his car and motioned for Bert to join him in his car. Bert hopped in and Jeff quickly backed out of his driveway and soon Bert found they were traveling along the highway. "So, how have you been?" Jeff asked Bert, his hand lightly squeezing Bert's knee. "I've been pretty good. Working my ass off as usual. You're looking pretty good." "Thanks. We're going to have a good time tonight. You'll like my friends." The two men chatted about work and sports during the drive. Bert didn't pay much attention to where they were going, but soon realized they were in a very well-heeled part of the city and presently they pulled up into the impressive looking entrance of an exclusive community. Jeff quickly punched in a code on the security keypad and the gates swung open. "I wonder if these walls and gates really reduce crime?" Bert asked as the car proceeded forward on the well lit street. "Well, I suppose they might slow it down a little." Jeff responded as he guided the car into a visitor parking area and pulled into a space. "We're not allowed to park on the streets. Where we're headed is pretty close." Jeff said as he got out and locked the car. They walked about a block and turned a corner and Bert saw they were headed towards an impressive looking two-story home, rather formal in design that was situated on a 2 acre lot. The entire back yard was surrounded by a tall, solid privacy fence and as the two men drew closer, Bert could hear the voices of people talking and laughing and the unmistakable sounds of splashing in a pool coming from the back of the house. They walked up the drive to the front door. As Jeff rang the bell, he shot a sly, sideways glance at Jeff and smiled. "Uh, by the way, in case I forgot to tell you, this is nudist event." "What?!" Jeff smirked wickedly and gave a throaty laugh at the shocked look that crossed Bert's face. "Asshole," muttered Bert as he directed an angry glare at Jeff. Jeff laughed again as the door swung open. A man with silver-gray hair peered out from the behind the door, his eyes twinkling behind the wire frames of the glasses he was wearing. "Hello there Jeff, and this must be your friend," the man opened the door wider and beckoned them to enter, "You're the last to arrive, but the party just got started." Jeff indicated that Bert should step forward, and Bert crossed the threshold into the large and impressive entrance hallway of the home. His eyes swept quickly over luxurious marble flooring, sleek columns that flanked a designer staircase and then he glanced into a living room that was graced with wood flooring, and tasteful, understated furniture artfully arranged with an area rug in front of a fireplace. Bert turned slightly until his eyes came to rest on the nude man who had opened the door. Bert placed him at about 55 years of age, very well preserved and in good shape. He was rather short and slim, but not too thin. His chest hair was gray, as was his pubic hair though it was somewhat darker. He was possessed of a rather pendulous set of genitals, his scrotum was loose and topped by a uncircumcised penis that was very relaxed and bobbed and swayed with his movements. Jeff promptly introduced him to their host. "Bert, this is Dave, a very good friend of mine. I've known Dave and his husband Bob for 20 years." Bert shook hands with Dave, and tried to rid himself of any feelings of embarrassment. It felt odd to be shaking hands with a naked man he'd never met before. "It's very nice to meet you Bert. Jeff, you want to show him wear to hang his clothes up? I'll be at the bar if you need anything." Dave was rather effeminate and he swayed rather like a woman as he swept away to the back entrance of the house. Jeff led Bert through to a room that was conveniently equipment with clothes racks and quickly they slipped out of their clothing. Bert lingered a moment while hanging up his shirt, and felt a flutter of nervousness in the pit of his stomach. Jeff stepped behind him, and hugging him lightly, he nuzzled Bert's neck and murmured "You going to be okay?" "Yeah," Bert sighed, enjoying the warmth of Jeff's body against his back and buttocks, "I just feel a little weird." "It'll be okay. We're going to have fun." Jeff led Bert through the house and they headed out the back door into a dimly lit patio area. There was a wet bar, with snacks and glasses arranged invitingly. Dave presided over the bar and handed them both a daiquiri and they wandered over to a table. Bert estimated there were about a dozen or so of nude men in the back yard, either sitting and talking around the patio area or in the pool and a Jacuzzi. They were all of various ages, all in relatively good shape, some more so than others. Bert was relieved there were no real gym buffs present, just regular looking men with average to good looks. Bert nervously sipped his drink and tried to relax. Presently a few men came up and spoke pleasantly to Jeff, one of the men was Bob, Dave's partner, who in turn introduced the men to Bert. They seemed to be completely unconscious of their bodies and as they conversed Bert was able to look at their nudity with only a little embarrassment, even as the men in their turn looked over Bert's trim and fit body with appreciation. One man approached that Bert recognized instantly: It was Karl. "Hello Bert!" Karl said, smiling as he held out his hand. "How the hell have you been?" "I'm doing great," Bert responded. "Is your house finished up by now?" "Oh yeah, took the assholes long enough, but they finally got it done." "That's good." "So," Karl stood closer to Bert so that his crotch was at eye level with Bert's face, "You're here to have fun tonight?" "Um, yeah, I guess," Bert said, glancing quickly at Karl's penis, which he could plainly see was very relaxed, and while not erect, it was at least semi-erect. "Cool." Karl swept a hand down across Bert's chest, and then leaned forward and caressed Bert's taut and closely held genitals, "I'll see you guys later." Bert had blushed a little during Karl's touch and looked around to see if anyone had been watching them but no one seemed in the least concerned or interested. He felt himself relaxing a bit more. His penis had relaxed too, as a downward glance had confirmed. Bert felt a little less self-conscious about his nudity. "Why don't you go soak in the Jacuzzi for awhile," Jeff indicated the unit which had a small boardwalk leading up to it. It was set some distance from the patio and was surrounded by various plantings. "It'll help you to relax a bit. You look a little uptight." This was said with a glance at Bert's still rather contracted genitals. "Don't you want to come too?" Bert asked. "I'll be over later, you go ahead." Bert nodded his assent and left his drink at the table after another sip and headed over to the unit. It was bubbling invitingly and he gratefully sank into its warm water and allowed the jets to massage his back. He sat for several long minutes until the pump shut down. He started to get up. "Wait, I'll reset the timer." This came from a man that Bert hadn't yet been introduced to. He was a bit taller than Bert, stocky without being really fat, he had a wide chest, a rather thick waist with just a hint of a paunch and beefy, muscular buttocks and legs. The man reset the timer and then climbed into the tub. Bert stole a quick look at his crotch as he climbed in. He had a modest looking penis, along with an averaged sized scrotum. He settled onto a seat and closed his eyes. "I'm Brian, by the way. I don't think I've seen you here before have I?" "No, this is my first time here. I'm Bert." "Nice to meet you." "And you." "And so you came with Jeff?" "Yeah." "He's a nice guy." "Yeah, he is." "Are you two an item?" "Oh no, we're just friends." "He throws a mean fuck. I take it you're a bottom?" Bert raised an eyebrow. He wasn't sure if he wanted to discuss the subject with someone he met less than five minutes ago. "Well, I'm not too experienced with all of this." Brian opened one eye and looked over at Bert. "He's fucked your ass, right?" "Yeah." "Well, then I'd say you're probably a bottom. Jeff's a strict top." Bert shrugged. "You're new at this huh? Jeff loves fucking newbies." Brian said in an off-handed manner that for some reason rather rankled with Bert. "I don't know what I am, at the moment." Bert retorted, not feeling very comfortable with the direction of Brian's remarks. "It's cool, don't worry about it.' The heat of the Jacuzzi was starting to feel uncomfortable to Bert, made more so with his irritation with Brian's comments. After a few more minutes, he mentioned that he needed to take a dip in the pool to cool off a bit. Brian nodded sleepily in response. Bert left the Jacuzzi, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Brian opened his eyes as he was stepping out of the tub and checked out his crotch. Bert took his time getting out and allowed Brian to look at him all he wanted. Bert then walked to the shallow end of the pool and waded in. Despite the fact that the pool was heated, it still felt very cool as he walked in and he began to swim energetically back and forth across the width of the pool to warm up a bit. There were two or three other men enjoying the water too. Bert avoided looking at them as he entered the water. The water was actually very pleasant and after he became accustomed to the temperature of the water. He swam contentedly and relaxed. Presently several other men came splashing into the pool, some talking quietly and laughing. Others were kissing each other amorously and groping each other in the water. A couple left the main group and approached Bert and introduced themselves as Mike and Jim. "You came with Jeff, didn't you?" Mike asked. "Yes." "Looks like he's having a good time already." Jim added, with a nod of his head towards the Jacuzzi. Bert turned and looked at the Jacuzzi and was absolutely stunned to see that Jeff had mounted Brian, the man he'd been talking to earlier and was vigorously thrusting into his body. Brian was leaning over the edge of the tub, his legs spread and his buttocks thrust back. His eyes were closed and his mouth open in a rictus of pain and pleasure. His penis was limp and bobbed back and forth with the movements of Jeff's steady thrusting. Jeff's eyes were closed too, and his face had a determined, almost cruel expression that Bert wasn't sure he liked. There was surprisingly little sound, just a faint slap of Jeff's body as it pounded against Brian's buttocks. No one at the party seemed to pay much attention to this scene. Bert, aroused, and for some reason alarmed all at the same time, looked away. Since Jeff was having sex with Brian, Bert reasoned that his chances of having sex with Jeff himself were rapidly evaporating. Sex with Jeff was the reason, after all, that he had called Jeff in the first place. He started to have definite feelings of disappointment and wondered when Jeff would be ready to go home. "Should have brought my own car," Bert grumbled to himself. Mike & Jim seemed inclined to continue their chatting, but Bert, suddenly not in a mood to be sociable politely excused himself to go find a bathroom. Bert made his way out of the pool, and found that he was a little chilly. He grabbed a towel from a stack conveniently sitting on a small table and dried off his dripping body as quickly as he could. Then he went to ask Dave, who was still at his post at the bar where he could find a bathroom and was directed to one on the ground floor of the house. Bert glanced once more at the Jacuzzi and saw that Jeff was still continued his determined thrusting into Brian's body. He turned and walked into the house. Bert quickly located the bathroom which was down a long hallway. After using the toilet and washing his hands, he opened the door and nearly ran headlong into Karl, who was standing just outside the door. "Whoa!" Bert exclaimed as he brought himself up short. "Hi," Karl said, his voice low and husky. "How are you?" "Um, I'm fine, how are you?" Bert asked uncertainly. "Oh, I'm doing okay." Karl place his right hand on Bert's chest, and then allowed it to drift downwards until it enveloped Bert's slowly hardening penis. "Ummm," Bert moaned a little as Karl's hand continued to expertly manipulate his organ. "Let's go down here," Karl invited, grasping Bert's arm and leading him down the hallway into a darkened room that turned out to be a small bedroom. Karl quickly pushed Bert down onto the bed and slid Bert's erect organ into his mouth. Bert gasped with the sudden pleasure, and leaned back on the bed as Karl easily engulfed his 6 inches and swirled his tongue around Bert's sensitive glans. Presently, Bert felt a spit soaked finger circle his anus. Karl then started probing inside, first with one thick finger, then with two, which was truthfully not always pleasurable, but Bert remained still and allowed the fingers to wedge one way, then the other, inside of his tight anal cavity. Then came three fingers, stabbing and circling, widening, and wiggling. Bert gasped and squirmed a little under this increased assault, the ring of his anus was burning but Karl held him firmly and bobbed his head up and down on Bert's stiff organ. Finally, with torturously slow precision, Karl lifted his mouth from Bert's throbbing penis and adjusted his body above Bert's. Karl guided his rigid, thick organ which he had lubricated with his own saliva into the area occupied by his thick fingers, then he withdrew his fingers and just as quickly, penetrated, and before Bert could really prepare himself, the thick helmet of Karl's blunt bullet-shaped penis was already deeply inside of him. Karl firmly slid his penis home, stretching Bert's anus thickly and painfully which caused Bert to gasp. Karl almost immediately began to thrust in and out of Bert's body. Bert clenched his eyes shut fiercely and endured as much as he could before crying out.. "Fuck, stop! You're hurting me! Oh, shit, shit!" "Sh, it's okay, I won't move anymore until you tell me to." Bert grimaced with pain as a sharp cramp took possession of his anal area. True to his word, Karl remained motionless as he waited for Bert to indicate he was okay. Gradually, the searing pain in Bert's anus dimmed somewhat, and he sighed cautiously, not entirely trusting Karl to remain still. Karl heard the low sighing sound that meant that Bertwas feeling better, and he felt his own organ lurch with desire. Bert was now looking into Karl's eyes with a face that was flushed with the mixture of his pain and desire. Slowly, cautiously, Karl began to thrust, ever watchful of Bert's expression. Soon, he was thrusting rapidly, and Bert's hips were unconsciously thrusting to meet his own as the two men both moved together in synch in the ancient dance of male sexual need. As Bert continued to relax and loosen up, Karl thrust ever more vigorously. Finally, throwing Bert's legs up on his shoulders, Karl began hammering into Bert with a long session of hard, deep thrusts that was satisfying to both of them. Finally, just as Bert began to feel that he was going to have to ask Karl to stop, Karl could no longer hold back and gasped and gave a long groan of pleasure as his seed spurted fitfully into Bert's rectum. The two men lay quietly coupled together. Bert did not orgasm, but never-the-less, he felt satisfied. After several more minutes, Karl got up and told Bert to have a good weekend and left the room. Bert rested quietly for a few more moments, then got up himself and found the bathroom and cleaned up. As he was leaving the bathroom, he noticed that most of the men had come into the house from outside, and that most of them were coupling up in groups of twos and threes. Bert looked around for a few seconds and located Jeff, who was locked in a passionate kiss with another guy. Bert really did want to go home now. He was pondering how to interrupt Jeff when he suddenly saw Mike and Jim quickly approaching him. He pretended not to see them, and seeing a dark entryway with stairs leading downwards, he decided to duck down the stairs for a few minutes to hide out from the couple. It didn't work, and Bert instantly realized that he'd made a mistake because as he went down the stairs, he realized he would be easily cornered. The stairs were carpeted, but even so he could hear the soft footfalls of the two men as they followed him. "Hey Bert, where ya goin' man?" Mike asked in a half-whisper. "Um, I'm just doing a little exploring." Bert nervously responded, but in a more normal tone of voice than Mike's. "Were you looking for the playroom?" Jim asked. "Um, I don't know, what playroom?" "This one." Mike said, and swung open a door on the right side of the hallway. Bert went to the door and looked inside. There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, and a bed. The cuffs on the wall at the head of the bed immediately caught Bert's eye. He felt the blood leaving his face. This was the room where he had been raped! Bert fell backwards with a small, strangled cry. Mike and Jeff both caught him and propelled him into the room. "We're going to fuck your ass man." "No, I want to leave now. Let go of me!" Bert said firmly, trying to shake off the men's hands. Mike's hand dug fiercely into Bert's arm. "I said we're going to fuck you, and all you need to do is be quiet. You came down here looking for the playroom, and now you've found it so don't get coy with us man." Working quickly, the two men had Bert chained and suspended in the sling before he knew what was happening. His legs were spread and he was mounted by Mike who slid his long organ deeply inside of Bert and didn't pause for a second even though Bert gasped and cried out for him to slow down because of the pain. Mike thrust ever more violently and cruelly and took a long time to reach his climax. Bert was moaning with pain by the time the man was done using him. Immediately after Bert felt Mike's semen jetting into his lower bowel, Mike withdrew and was immediately replaced by Jim who proceeded to thrust without any restraint wildly into Bert's body. Jim didn't take as long to reach his orgasm, and soon he was moaning lustfully as he spent himself inside of Bert's tight cavity. The two men left Bert in the sling and then exited the room, despite Bert's pleas to let him loose. Soon, Bert heard more men approaching...

The energy of this author's writing--there's more in the ASSGM archives--is something I like. [think before following links] https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/assgm-list/conversations/messages/8551 *** Yes he's in the navy and 24 years old and that is why we're not using name. "You know don't ask, don't tell". 'Cause he took a night got drunk and visited the bathhouse and old guy named Doc got his big heavy nuts unloaded between his lovely looking buttcheeks. No navy man dare tell his fellow enlistees about that deed. It was raining that cold Tuesday nite and the bath house was practically dead except for a few regular old retirees who had nothing else to do but drink and hang out watching the young boys do their stuff and hoping to get some the crumbs of sex from the drunker ones who'd lost their judgment. Old Doc is 51 years old but you could easily see he had no problem getting it up. It was one old HARD BIG ASSED ROD OF 9 THICK INCHES. A steel poker it was and HUGE. I don't know about viagra though cause, ol' Doc's is much harder than most of those viagra erections, so his could be au natural. He does use a cock rings sometimes after a sixth nut. However he dumped on two loads into this 24 year old navy kid's bowels. The young guy was standing in the video-orgy room watching a good 80's bareback buttfuck scene, with John King talking it up the ass from Lee Ryder In a film called "Screen Play." Well, this vintage video got the buttboy into a horny drunk mood, after those many beers and two joints he had with those straight buddies at the bar. When Doc first saw him he had a modest erection and the towel which was around his waist was now hanging over his shoulder, while he beat off to the hot sex in the video. Doc came up from behind and mildly copped a feel on one of those perfect shaped assmelons, and politely whispered, "Hey guy, you take it up the ass?" A little startled the younger man turned around and saw this older man with a massive thick and long penis drooling pre-cum from a giant pink piss cum slit, with a big cockhead. Normally a guy his age wouldn't even be answered by a 24 year old except to say no, but this time no friends were around and even though Doc wasn't pretty, a big rod like that, when you crave big meat in yer hiny hole is not easily turned down in private. The old rumprider knew things like this having lived at the baths for the last 30 years poking the hell out of young guys' pink parts, and sending them to the proctologists.... At first the young guy said, Well not yet old Dude, I donno--maybe later." Doc had packet of lube and a bottle of "poppers" in his leather vest pocket. He took out the "poppers" and took a whiff while stroking his big meat glaring at the buttboy's well shaped plump buttmelons. Buttboy smelled those "poppers" in the air and asked for some from the Doc. Of course Doc obliged and copped some more feels of the young navy man's ass. While the navy man sniffed. Doc fingered the fine looking hiny's buttpucker and dug his fingers in real deep, checking for shit. The boy was clean as the board of health--well almost--hee--hee... While the guy jacked himself and hogged Doc's poppers, Doc ran his big HARD boner up and down the navy guy's smooth hairless asscrack, pushing at the pucker gently, trying to get him to give permission, tempting what he though and hoped might be a cock hungry buttboy. "Hey kid, lemme inside ya", the Doc whispered. "Yer fuckin' huge old Dude, take it the fuck slow and easy OK, Dude", the navy kid consented with caution. Their bodies were almost a perfect match for a standup asscrewing, because Doc only had to make a slight squat of those old strong hairy legs of his to anchor the cock head as the young man's asslips, but both knew damned well it was gonna hurt... The Doc's balls were churning like crazy, just boiling, so holding back was a real chore for this old rumprider , especially with a young smooth pair of melon bubble BUNZ like the navy kid's in front of his old crotch. He wanted inside this young hiny REAL BAD. His old dick was ACHING BAD. With his dick head tasting the hotness of the young man's buttpucker, a zing went in to Doc's groin and big lead heavy churning balls, almost making him shoot, but he had to ease that head past the rim slow, or loose his chance to get inside this kid's tender pink parks. A young pretty backside like this was rare, so he did not want this kid to jump ship on this session and make him pull out. The Doc was slow and gentle as can be, going real slow like the kid asked. As the pressure on that rim became more intense, buttboy began to GRUNT AND GROWL LOUD. "UNAGH---UNAHG--UHNAGH---UNAGH--OH SHIT EEEZZZ OH GOWD EEE--ZZZ PLEAZEE---WHOO--GEEZUS YER BIG" the 24 year ol navy man said. "COME ON KID,let me IN YA---OH YEAH THAT'S IT---SHIT N YEAH,---- SWEET RECTUM----uh HUH---HOT----- GOOD ON MY BIG DICK--YEAH BUDDY",the old buttfucker blurted out as he felt the hot rim began to give inward. Suddenly the kid's assrim gave way like all sphincters eventually do, and the massive penis sank inside till the old man's big hairy balls scratched the round of the navy boy's assmelons. Navy man yelled REAL LOUD," OH GOWD GEEZUS KRI EST----HURTZ FUCKIN' BAD"----, as his arms began to flail about feeling himself being busted open by such large and hard MASSIVE DICK. Doc held it steady, not moving a bit, letting that young rim relax, while his dick jumped and did pre-cum throbs inside the tight hot good feeling moist bowel flesh. Navy man was trembling but the young navy man soon began to have his ass pain go away and grabbed the support beam in front of him. Doc stroke the back of the kid's neck and head patting him, letting him know he cared about the pain, then asked, "You, OK Kid?" The navy kid replied by shaking his head and grunting, "Yeah but easy at first OK OL' Dude--just slow---Oh GEEZUS your're fuckin' BIG AS SHIT OLD BUTTFUCKER---GEEZE---GOT-DAMN". Yep kid that I am kid, BIG , and an old BUTTFUCKER at that, yeah boy, and I gonna do your hiny right---let's git it on kid---HOG THOSE FUCKIN' POPPERS" you're gonna need 'em, the Doc said feeling his cock all socked in warm young tight assflesh and throbbing. Buttboy moved his ass just slightly and the Doc blurted out, "OH---SHIT DON'T MOVE---OH FUCK NO---GOWD DAMN IT" The navy kid then moved slightly again trying to look around at the Doc only to see the Doc's eyes shut, his lips curl and his jaws tense. Doc's flat hard old buttcheeks clamped tight and he put a sharp thrust into the navy kid's backside and yelled, "ONGUH----ONGUH---ONGUH--ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH----ONGUH-ONGUH---ONGUH---ONGUH----OOOH WEE---GOWD DAMN----CUMIN" As buttboy felt the tremendous gush from the old buttfucker's dick, that familiar 'THROB" on his assrim was the most pronounced he'd ever felt because of the Doc's dick's huge sized and thickness and those high pressured big balls. A couple of uncontrolled 'JABS' followed Doc lost control for a moment during the premature orgasm... The kid , now drunk still horny and his heart racing from poppers was suddenly aware that Doc had just pissed cum in his butthole and said "Oh no, you weren't suppose to do that". Not do what kid?, the Doc said answered the enebrieated young man's too late demand.,. The kid said, "You weren't suppose to cum up my butt, I forgot to tell you to piss on a rubber" The old man queried while still panting and with his dick inside the boy's colon oozing slime, "What the hell do you mean , piss on a rubber?" Well I guess it's too late now, just go ahead an fuck it dude, just fuckin' put the shit in me, the drunk navy kid responded after forgetting to tell the old professional buttfucker to use a condom. Shit, you have to know it's always a sure bet, you're gonna take a load from a nasty old man, if you let him slip it to your hiny BARE, now ain't it? The buttfucker kept his hands on the navy boy's hips and soon resumed the buttfuck--he began to PUMP------ PUMP--------PUMP----------PUMP-------PUMP------PUMP-------PUMP--------PUMP---- -----PUMP----DEEP DIG-----PUMP-----PUMP----PUMP---DEEP DIG----PUMP----PUMP----PUMP----PUMP---DEEP DIG ----ASS WIGGLE AND GRIND------, Doc got into a steady fuck on the youthful backside, making navy boy grunt and jerk his head back when he went real deep in his channel, reeking havoc and giving him serious shit fits. "Oh damn you fuck good old man. You're a damn good buttfucker, yeah fuck my azz dude--fuck it---yeah go ahead and dump in me it again, I like that shit--, might as well.", the kid said while Doc did some serious work on his fine shaped backside. As the Doc's groin heated up once again, his tempo picked up with those hard over 50 year old thighs of his making the soft plump buttocks of the shapely 24 year old bubble butt ripple. It sounded like POP-POP----when the flesh rippled next to those old hairy thighs, while POUNDING. POP POP---POP-----POP-POP-----POP-----POP----POP-----POP----POP----HARD POP------GRIND-----POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-----HARD ASS SMACK-----POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-OP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-----DEEP DIG---GRIND--POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-OP-POP-POP-DEEP DIG GRIND---Doc clamps his own buttcheeks real tight and digs deep inside navy boys poop shut--then resumes the buttsmacking beating his SWELLING dick off inside the boy's hot bowels. . Reaching down once or twice Doc cops a good feel of those nice soft buttcheeks on the buttboy then go goes to making his buttlfesh (((((RIPPLE))))----yeah BUTTFUCKING. POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP--POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-POP-D EEP GRIND-----POP-POP-POP-POP- The drunken youth still snorting the old buttfucker's poppers, just stood there taking all that big meat up in his young GOOD FEELING butthole, grunting,"UNAGH---OH YEAH---UAGH--UAHG--YEAH OH FUCKIN YEAH FUCK IT YOU OLD NASTY BUTTFUCKER ----YEAH SCREW MY AZZHOLE---SHIT YEAH GO AHEAD DUMP IN IT---FUCKIN' CUM IN MY AZZ---I WANNA FEEL THE THROB--- BUTTFUCKER......" With azzhole feeling this good and hot, looking at those BUNZ, old Doc's own FLAT OLD HARD buttcheeks clamped tight, and his lips curled soon was yelling again, "BUNZ---YEAH---YOU GOT HELLUVA SET OF BUNZ---GIMMEE THAT AZZ---BUNZAH-----YEAH KID BUNZZ---SHIT YEA CUMIN------BUNZ HA----ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH-ONGUH---YEAH GIMME IT KID----" Once again, the 24 year old navy guy felt the old buttfucker's cum throb, while he pissed another hefty load of ballsnot into his rectum. The old man's energy ran out and he withdrew his cum soaked and softening rod from the worn out young ass channel, leaving it a gaping hole and oozing cum. He patted the kid on the buttocks and said while still panting " Thanks kid,---man that was some fine rump you got-see ya next time---yeah a good one buddy. Doc headed for the showers while the kid watch another good barebacker video from the 80's. I think it was Chad Douglass buttfucking Kevin Wiles.

a couple of babies later and my pussy was still too tight but at least I knew I could have children. I asked to see number 2 from the guys I'd anonymously had his smell felt familiar. I heard a knock at my door at 2pm on a Friday evening. I answered the door and my brother was rubbing his pants excitedly. "wow bro you are so hot and it felt great last time" I said letting him in the house. we kissed passionately for the first time. it wasn't long before we were naked in bed. his cock looked so big and felt great in my hands. "let's see if we can wake and stretch your pussy" he said rubbing me gently to wetness. "that feels great Bro you know how to give me a good time" I said melting into the bed. my Bro positioned his cock next to my pussy lips sliding them apart revealing my wet hole. he slipped in and out like a knife through butter. his feel was amazing. "I'm gonna breed you this weekend sister" he said. I kissed him in agreement.

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He leans me back onto the mattress, lays me across it and stands back up, towering over me, his huge hard cock dripping pre cum, the ropy muscles of his legs framing that beautiful shaft, calling to me. I sit up to my knees, eyes locked on his, my mouth opening again to his cock as I slowly suck him inside me, my tongue hungrily lapping at his sweet pre cum, swirling it around my mouth, my spit mixed with it, charged with the power he has over me now. My eyes slip closed, tasting the fullness of him, his hardness. Savoring his sticky cum in me. His hands gently stroking my skull. I can hear myself moan with my hunger. Feel the pre cum dripping from my cock. And his fingers are running over my face now, slick with my pre cum, spreading it on my lips as he pushes me off his cock and I open my eyes to him as his sticky sweet fingers slide into my mouth and I’m sucking them clean, god I want more, more and more and more of him inside me. “Smoke, boy?” His voice as much low growl as whisper. “Yes, please, more. Yessss.” The pipe is already in his hands and he’s striking the match and pulling a long slow hit into his mouth, pulling me up to him and kissing me so softly and then suddenly so hungry as he blows the thick white smoke into me. We pass it back and forth, and then he hits the pipe again and then again and again. We pass the Tina between us, tying us together, wrapping us in the tangle of the smoke. He’s holding me tight against him, our cocks sliding over each other. My mouth full of the lingering taste of the Tina and his spit mixed with mine. Every inch of my skin alive with my need. Straining to open to him. To surrender. My hands are wandering over his thick chest, stroking the hairs around his hard nipples. So gently stroking him, tracing the outline of the biohazard tattoo, and I’m drawn to it, running the tip of my tongue over the rough raised lines of it. The smell of his sweat filling me. “Mmm, that’s so good boy,” his hands running over me slowly, his touch light, soft. Caressing me, running his fingernails over my ass, spreading me apart, just slightly as his fingers brush the edge of my hole. My whole body shivering with his touch. I hear the animalistic moan coming from deep in my throat, my whole being in that sound, so hungry and so complete in his arms. My mouth finds his nipple and pulls it out with my teeth, tugging lightly on it, tracing it with my tongue, and then dragging my spit soaked lips across his hairy chest to the other side, taking him into my mouth as his hands guide me further around his hard pec and his sweat is so strong, filling my nostrils from his armpit, guiding my hungry mouth to the thick, soaked hairs there, his smell so very goddamn strong, so lovely, surrounding me, my tongue drinking him in, devouring his pungent taste, my god. so, so good. His hands press me gently back into the mattress. I fall back, staring up at the massiveness of him over me, at his thick veiny cock standing straight out, ropy pre cum dripping down at me, at his eyes, twin black irises pinning me to the ground, so full of our hunger, so free with the Tina we’ve smoked and so hard. So very, very hard. I want that cock in me. I want him to impale me with his cock, to split me open. I’m so fucking hungry I can’t speak. I can hear sounds coming from me, ragged breaths, guttural moans and hunger. Pure hunger. “Good boy.” He growls. “Such a hungry boy. Such a hunger.” He’s kneeling onto the mattress now, his hands caressing my knees, pushing me apart to him. “Let’s open you up to it.” His hands spread my legs apart, stroking the wet sweaty insides of my thighs gently open as his fingers push my ass open to him. My god, my hole is so hungry. Twitching. So. Fucking. Hungry. The world falls away again as he so gently blows across my hole, and my eyes roll up in my head as I arch myself more open to him, the sound escaping from my throat an animal moan, everything right there in it, lost in it. I’m struggling to get a word out between moans and my ragged desperate breaths. One word that is everything as he keeps blowing across my hole. One word that will free me. yes. Urgently, as his fingers are caressing me between my hole and my cock, and then his tongue is tracing that incredible line, slowly tracing its way back from the base of my shaft up to my hole, his spit dripping across me, his tongue gently, lovingly rimming me. And then he’s pressing himself inside me, pushing his tongue into me, I’m so hungry with him there, every inch of me on fire. I hear myself laughing, moaning, and then, tears, as his tongue is probing me, opening me up to him. Oh jesus yes take me open me fill me split me open fuckkkkkk meeeeeeee