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Chapter 30 Xander went back to his room to rest up and I headed over to see Jack. He saw me coming and got a huge grin on his face. "Marty sent me a pic of your boy, he looks hot." "Yeah he did a great job. So I'm planning a little party for Xander tonight you should stop by my room anytime after eight, oh and feel free to bring any of your poz friends along, the more toxic the better." "Excellent, I'll definitely be there. I'm assuming you already invited Marty." "Yep he said he'd be there and he's hoping to bring some guys with piercings." "Mmm great! Nothing like a little metal in your cunt to make sure all that special cum makes it permanently into your DNA." I headed back upstairs and heard the shower running so I stripped and pulled back the shower curtain to join him. I shouldn't have been surprised but there was Mike on his knees blowing Brandon. "Jesus Christ Mike, how are you not totally hungover?" He pulled off of Brandon's cock and looked up at me, "coffee, lots of coffee." I chuckled, "okay you slut, off your knees. Brandon needs to save his loads for tonight. We have a special project we're working on." He pouted but got up. "So I don't get your cum anymore?" "Don't be a greedy bottom, there'll be plenty to go around tonight. It'll be good to have two bottom whores there." "Okay thanks," he's said leaning in to give me a kiss. "Your hubby know what a slut you've turned into on this trip?" "No, I'm not quite sure how to tell him I've been barebacking and taking poz loads." "We could always film you begging to be knocked up and send it to him." "Umm, yeah not so sure about the sending it to him part but I'd love to have it so I can watch myself." Brandon rolled his eyes, "you are such a slut. You should go back to the conference and see if you can attrack some more poz men to bring tonight since you seem to be really good at sniffing us out." We got Mike out of the shower and sent him on his way. "That boy is like a fucking puppy, he won't stop following me around." I started laughing, "yeah some of these chasers who don't realize they're chasers can be a little clingy when they get their first taste of the bug. Hopefully there'll be plenty of men here tonight." I jumped on bbrts and placed a party ad for tonight, 'my new totally smooth boy's in town for a few more days taking all loads. Prefer toxic men, need to make sure he leaves here knocked up but no load refused.' A couple of hours before the main event was scheduled to start I checked to see if anyone had requested an invite. Nice, twenty guys had expressed interest so far. I weeded out the escorts and the scary ones and ended up with fourteen potential guests, nine of which stated on their profiles they were poz. Not bad for a Wednesday night. I sent out acceptance notifications with the hotel info listed. Even if only half actually showed there should be plenty of guys to do one hell of a number on Xander's cunt. At seven on the dot there was a knock on the door. Brandon was standing closest to the door so he let Xander in. "Fuck you're even cuter in person. Come on in." He came in and immediately started taking his clothes off. "Damn Scotty was right you are a horny one." "No sir, I mean yes I'm extremely horny, but I have instructions to only wear clothes in public." I was sitting on the couch watching the interchange. "Boy, why don't you ask Brandon here to take you into the bathroom and make sure you're ready for your guests." "Sir I'd appreciate it if you could inspect my cunt and make sure I'm ready to go." "Absolutely," Brandon replied shedding his clothes and leading Xander into the bathroom. "Get in the tub and bend over." He did as instructed and Brandon started rubbing his hard cock around Xander's pink hole using his precum to lube him up. After a few seconds he pressed the head of his cock inside and started pissing. "You ever had a piss enema before?" "No sir, this is my first time." "Okay I'm just about done. When I start to pull out you need to clinch your ass muscles and keep every drop inside you until I tell you to release." "Yes sir." About thirty seconds later he pulled out, Xander clinched his ass, dropped to his knees and started to clean off Brandon's cock. "Good god Scotty, you've trained this slut well." "He's a natural, just needed a little encouragement to reach his full potential." "You like my piss deep inside your pussy?" "Mmm, yes sir I feel full but good." "Just a few more minutes then you can let it go. Just keep sucking me while we wait." He latched back on and deep throated Brandon until he was about to shoot his load. "Okay boy, that's enough for now, go ahead and release in the toilet. Then rinse off in the shower and when you're done get on the bed on all fours." About ten minutes later the boy was on the bed ready for loads. I couldn't wait any longer to eat him out so I dove into his ass and started rimming like crazy. He was moaning so loud Brandon shoved his dick in his mouth to keep him quiet. "Damn he's as really good sucker." "Wait until you breed him, his cunt is even better than his mouth." I reached under him and sure enough his little dick was leaking like crazy. I took some of his precum and lubed my cock up then slammed into him in one go. "Damn you're faggot ass was made for real men to use." I pounded in and out and soon grabbed him by his hips and impaled my dick all the way in giving him his first load of the evening. Brandon quickly took my place and had been fucking him for about twenty minutes when there was a knock at the door. I opened up and there was Jack, Mike, Marty and three other men. "Come on in guys and makes yourselves comfortable. We have two neg bottoms with us tonight and our mission is to make sure they both have enough toxic cum in them that's there's no question of their status by the end of the night." I could see Mike start to panic. Brandon got off the bed and put his arm around him and said, "slut, what the fuck did you think was going to happen tonight. This is a conversion party. Besides you've already taken so much poz cum the deeds probably already done." He was still freaking out and I could see that Jack had just about had it. "Look," Jack said turning Mike towards the bed, "see that slut over there with his ass in the air?" He shook his head yes, "he knows his place is to serve real men. He's ready to accept his destiny, so you either get naked and take your place next to him or leave. The real men in the room have work to do." With that Jack walked over and shoved his hard dick deep into Xander. "Thank you sir! Please poz my cunt." "Fuck yeah that's how a real boy behaves." It didn't take him long before he was adding his cum to the mix. After he pulled out he grabbed a sharpy from his pants and went back to Xander. On the small of his back he wrote 'neg', 'poz', and '?'. Under poz he made a hash mark then looked at me and I held up two fingers. He added two more lines than patted him on the ass and said, "good boy, you're off to a good start. Who's next?" I'd been so turned on watching Jack fuck Xander that I missed where Mike had disappeared to. Brandon caught my eye and said, "he bolted, decided this was too much for him." "I don't understand some guys. Guess he wasn't drunk enough to take poz cum tonight." Marty's three friends lined up in order of the size of their cocks. The first guy was average size and appeared to be so turned on it didn't take long for him to blast his load inside. The second guy had about eight inches and was pretty thick, he pounded away while his buddies egged him on to knock the bitch up. As he was shooting his load I finally took a good look at the third guy. Wow, how had I missed him. He patted Xander ass and told him to roll over into his back. "Hey slut I want to look in your eyes as I destroy your cunt." His dick was easily over nine inches, extremely thick, and had a beautiful PA with a rough finish to it that looked like it would definitely do a number on his insides. I watched Xander's eyes go wide when he saw the monster heading his way, but instead of fear it was hunger. The guy saw the same thing and said, "fuck yeah, they weren't kidding about you." He ran his hand over his biohaz tat right above his cock. "Tell me what you want boy?" "Poz me up sir! Make me complete. Please, fucking destroy my boy pussy." With that he slammed in deep causing Xander to catch his breath, his eyes rolled back in his head and he started moaning. "Fuck yeah you slutty whore, my cock is working all those poz loads deep into the lining of your cunt. There's no way you're not leaving here without carrying all our poz babies." He pulled all the way out and I could see streeks of red on his dick, damn that was beautiful. "You ready for my toxic load boy, "he asked as he rammed his cock back in not stopping till his balls were bouncing off his ass. "Yes, Damn it, yes," he screamed, "knock me up!" This had to be one of the hottest pozzing I'd ever had the privilege of participating in. Xander was smiling from ear to ear as the guy pulled out and presented him his dick to clean off. He reached out with his hands to pull his legs up and asked who's next while he took the cock covered in pink cum into his mouth. I'd been so turned on watching I hadn't realized four other men had arrived, all naked with their hard dick out ready to add their loads. "Hey guys any of you toxic?" Two of them smiled and raised their hands. "Perfect, you guys go first." One didn't wait to be told twice and took his place between Xander's legs and got to work. "Hope you don't mind waiting," I said addressing the other two." "Fuck no, totally understand. I'm only sorry I'm on meds, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." "Agreed, I'm going home and flushing my meds down the toilet," the fourth guy said. "I never really understood the need to spread the bug until watching this bottom so willingly accept his place." Marty's friend had climbed off the bed and joined us watching Xander take his next load. "Fuck yeah do it man! Flush your meds. It's our responsibility to knock up all bottoms especially ones like this slut. He was made for real men to use, just look at him moaning begging for our poz seed." After that it became a free-for-all. A couple of us were versatile so we entertained the total tops while Xander was busy taking loads. The only rule we had was the guys couldn't cum in us they had to deposit in Xander regardless of their status. Ten out fourteen of the party invites actually showed up which I was really pleased with. Some guys just blew their loads and left but most stuck around to fuck him a couple time. As the party started to wind down it was just me, Brandon, Jack and Marty's friend, whose name I learned was Allen. Xander had his head in my lap. "How you doing boy?" "If anyone had told me on Monday that this conference would fucking change my life I would've told them they were crazy. But holy fucking hell this has been utterly amazing. My cunt is sore but I'm still horny. Not even sure how that's possible." Allen chuckled, "gotta say boy, I've pozzed a lot of guys in my life but I've never had anyone quite like you. Your body was made to serve real men and your cunt, damn don't even get me started. I know you're sore but I'm sorry I have to have one more go at it before I go home." Xander didn't say a word, simple lifted his legs up giving Allen access to his hole. He slid his hard cock inside and begin to fuck his ass. "Damn you are so much looser now that you were at the beginning of the night. Such a sloppy cunt, ahh here cums." It was soon just me, Brandon and Xander left in the room. We all collapsed on the bed. "Thank you Scotty, that was truly the best night of my life. I can't believe it took me so long to embrace my true self." "Glad I could help," I said leaning over to give him a kiss. "So just how many loads did I end up with?" He rolled over so we could do a final count. "Oh wow," Brandon was grinning, "man you're my hero. Five unkown, 3 neg, and a whopping 31 poz. No make that 32 I forgot to add Allen's last load." "Holy shit, I took 40 loads in one night. Good god I am a fucking slut no wonder I'm so sore." He started laughing. "Guess I truly earned that tat then." "Oh yeah I think it's safe to say there's no way you didn't get knocked up tonight." We all kissed then dozed off to sleep satisfied in knowing that Xander had had a very positive evening.

I was in New York City for pride last year. Had a great time and was thrilled to see Grace Jones perform! Had some nice use of my ass especially while hanging out at the Eagle but I did also attend one of the Cumunion events. I arrived a bit late due to other pride activities, so there was the feeling of arriving at a party when everyone’s already drunk and things are winding down. I could tell many of the men were feeling a bit spend. While walking through the dark room, I noticed this white guy getting his dick sucked by a slender black guy. I stopped to watch, stroking a bit while standing there. An older white guy came up behind me and started playing with my cheeks and fingering my hole. I leaned forward slightly to give him easier access and to let him know my ass was available. The finger was quickly replaced with his dick and he was fucking away. This attracted the attention of the black guy who came over and started sucking on my dick. He was very feminine looking with long painted nails. He deep throated well on his knees in front of me. Although I’m a bottom, I certainly appreciate the pleasure of a blow job and getting fucked and blown at the same time felt incredible. I held the black guy’s head and shoved my dick deep in his mouth as my hole was pounded and loaded. The black guy then switched to my ass; sticking his tongue right in to get a taste of that load. Then things got surprising! I figured the black guy to be a bottom due to his femininity and submissive nature. He pushed me down on the mattress and we started making out. He was a great kisser and had a rockhard 9 inches between his legs. He shoved those 9 inches into my wet and willing hole. And man did he know how to fuck! He just kept on drilling my hole for a good 45 minutes till they announced the place was closing. Neither of us wanted to stop. His dick fucking made me want to beg for more and I was desperate for his load. I told him that I couldn’t go without getting his load and proposed we walked around the neighborhood to find a place where he could load me. So we did just that! We walked the neighborhood looking for a dark alley or someplace not lit up till we found a park. We found a semi private and dark place behind a dumpster and he fucked me wildly while I tried not to moan too loud till he came deep in my ass. It was my best fuck of pride.

As guys who have read my posts before would know, lining up fuck and go tops is a favorite thing of mine to do especially if I can make it work just before my partner gets home. This happened perfectly yesterday late afternoon. Now I cant usually hook up from BBRTS, as most guys in London who use it are only looking for drugs and chem sex parties, and I hate chem sex as nobody gets to shoot a load. But yesterday was an exception I got an oink on BBRTS from a guy I didnt know and it turns out he was working around the corner and when he finished his meeting he needed to get off. He walled around to my house, and I sucked him hard, and he pushed in with the help of some lube. I needed that lube as this guy had girth, really thick and the same thickness all the way down the shaft, and needless to say it felt good. He had obviously been thinking about blowing his load for a while as he didnt last long and was soon shooting two days worth of thick cum into my ass. I would have licked him clean, but he said he was too sensitive after he shoots, pulled up his pants and was on his way. Next I messaged the local muscly Australian Asian guy and luckily he was on his way home from work and was busrting. Less then 20 minutes later he was balls deep in the first guys cum and pounding a second load into me. Its the second of his loads I have had in a week, so its good he is becoming regular. Then right on time my partner came home, and found me perfectly pre lubed for his cock and gave me such a hard intense fuck that I was literally pinned down to the mattress when he finally came.

Thanks for all the appreciation from you guys here on BZ. Every post, heart and upvote makes this boy smile. I want to write a separate story post about a new character next. So please watch for it in the next week or so. Since he is a different player, he will have his own title, probably: "The Broken Jock IV: The Pitcher." The next morning, Sunday, I woke up next to my snoring John thinking about Caleb. My cock throbbed with the recollection of filling that sweet young hole with my poz jizz. I wondered if Caleb had awakened yet; if his hole was sore; if he even remembered how it got that way. I picked up my laptop and logged into to the guild’s private page where we have posted a roster of the team. We keep a tally of those players we've successfully fucked and with tips on how other guild members might also nail the player themselves if they wish. Of course, the first guild member who fucks a player on the team gets a double-point score. It doesn't have to be bareback to get the credit, but if you know this guild, they're going to raw fuck a boyhole whenever they get the chance, and then report it here. Adam, short stop (25): first softball team member bred by Coach4Jox, Poz9in, Clyde and John (DP) on the same night; later fucked and kept by Leon. Leon gives permission for Adam to be used by any of us on the guild, but reminds us that we can only earn points once from fucking any player. Tom, third baseman (22): Neg boy butt poz bred by Clyde and John with regular continued breedings over the winter. Used poppers, no condoms needed. And then I made an entry next to Caleb’s name: Caleb, left fielder (21): Neg boy’s ass poz bred by Coach4Jox and Clyde. Was drunk; used poppers, no condoms needed. As I looked farther down the list, I saw that ugly-as-fuck Leon had placed an entry of his own this morning. The guy is rich! He probably paid the guy. Von, pitcher (30): Neg bi stud got his butt stealth fucked and poz seeded by Leon. Adam made the deal with Von. We used cash, poppers, and a broken condom. Damn! So, this Von is a handsome, beefy, almost bearish man who plays pitcher for the team. From what I understand about Von, he’s the only guy on the team that has a girlfriend, but he likes having guys blow him when he gets horny and his teammates mostly take him up on his offer whenever they can. I wondered how that all went down. How this sexy, bi, top guy on the team ended up with Leon’s poz seed up his butt. The money, I guess, and the presense of a condom maybe? That’s a pretty strong win for Leon. I might need to up my game a bit. John started stirring awake next to me, so I closed the laptop, turned to him and said, “I’m in the lead!” “Huh?” John replied sleepily.

Preface Let me start with saying that I haven't been able to fantasize about anything other than bareback sex for going on five years now - it's the only porn I find I can jack off to, and it's the only sex I have where I'm actually fully committed to the sex. Even if I'm getting a blowjob, if I want to cum, I have to pretend it's a sloppy ass I'm fucking. That only works sometimes. I'd take a load here or there - from friends generally or, if I was feeling really risky, from a stranger (once every blue moon). I've always kept it pretty tame for the most PrEP about seven months ago now - and it's made me rethink a few things. I was in Chicago for Market Days this past weekend, and while my friends were all off being social, all I could think about was Steamworks. I'd been to the Chicago location once before, and was well aware that it was the best one. I even remembered the 3rd floor being my favorite (anyone who's been there knows exactly what I'm talking about - gloryholes). Finally, on Saturday afternoon while everyone was at the fair, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to go just 'check it out'. That turned into quite a bit more. End of Preface ------------------------------------------------------------------ The moment I walked in, I knew exactly what I wanted. Raw cock through a gloryhole. Maybe just one or two, no big deal. That would at least satiate me. I was wrong. I ended up with (at least) ten loads in my cunt and even craving more. I made my way for the 3rd floor gloryhole booths which are pretty dark and seedy, and have a hole on the three sides that aren't the door. I entered the booth, wiped some spit on my hole, and put it up against the wall with the largest hole. I made sure my towel was visibly draped over the door, and I made sure you could see by my feet under the stall door that I firmly had my butt planted up against that hole. I heard the shuffling of a few feet, and the jingle of a few keys, but nobody entered the booth. Back downstairs to the second floor, I went for the (sadly) better lit booths but was still looking forward to anon cock. The one nice thing about these booths was that they have a hole on the door, conveniently right at cock/ass level, giving me a chance to show off my ass and towel at the same time. And so that's what I did. I put myself on display "hey, anonymous raw cumdump over here!" Patience is a virtue, and boy did I need it in spades that day. Several old trolls came by, peeking into the gloryholes next to me (why, I don't know. Isn't that the point? I don't want to see the anyone's face, otherwise I'd be fucking in a private room) and tried getting me to stick my dick through. Now, I wasn't exactly being subtle with my ass-vertising. Why they thought I wanted a blowjob, I'll never know. Finally, a finger started prodding my pre-lubed cunt. Eventually he entered the booth next to me, and presented a semi-hard, decently-sized black cock. Testing the water, I promptly got down on my knees and started licking and sucking at the meaty cock - which had him almost instantly hard. I coated it with a little more spit, turned around and lined it up to my hole. Bingo - he rammed on home in one quick thrust (thank the gods I'm not exactly 'tight'). I was elated - I was being what I always dreamed of being. Suddenly, however, my plans were de-railed. He left his booth, and I was pretty certain there was no load in me yet. I was relieved when he came and knocked on my door and, while I didn't exactly want to SEE the man that was using the random slut I was trying to be, I wanted that fucking load. So I obliged by opening and was greeted by a pretty fit black guy with glasses. He locked the door and I presented - again, not being subtle as to what I wanted. He quickly slid back in my loosening hole, and proceeded to fuck me (HARD) for about five minutes. Suddenly, again, he stopped, put his towel around his waist, and headed back out the booth. Disappointed at first, I reached back and felt that amazing, familiar wetness that you get when you took a fresh load. I had done it - I had finally become a public, anonymous raw cumdump. Was I satiated? Hell no. The booth room was quiet for a while and so I took a walk. Mind you it was 3:00 in the afternoon, and even though the bathhouse is right on the main drag where the fair was being held, it wasn't exactly as busy as I had hoped it would be. I finally settled in on the fuck bench, just around the corner from where I had just taken my first load. I turned my head away so I wouldn't see any of my assailants, but there was a lot of touching, and not enough fucking. A few guys came by and patted my ass, and then finally a second large black cock parked itself in front of my face. I was initially worried he was only going to want a blowjob (again, I wasn't being exactly subtle as to what I was looking for), but after I got that big snake hard, he moved around behind me, felt-up my hole and said "You've been in the sling already, haven't you?" (I wasn't going to argue even though I HADN'T been in the sling, I simply thought Let's just shut up and fuck.) This guy was another rough fucker, and even longer than the last one. I started to get that pain from having my internal organs rammed, but I was determined to do what I came to do. After a while, he must have gotten bored - maybe I was too loose for him? Whatever - his loss. He was quickly replaced by a very large man, though, with a very unsatisfying small cock. But that didn't matter - I still wanted the load. What I love about small cocks? They usually cum quickly, and you feel the sperm shooting inside of you since it's so shallow. Now I was really in heat - I knew I just let a fat fuck breed me, a man I would probably not even look twice at if I saw him on the street - and would've begged for his load if he'd asked me. Fatty was replaced by a middle-aged doughy guy - I didn't mean to see him but I accidentally saw his body. No biggie - didn't see the face so I was happy. This guy had a hard time staying hard, and would fuck me for a while, then slow down, get a little soft, then get hard again and continue fucking me. It was frustrating but I wasn't going to argue. He sadly pulled out (with a nice pop - great mushroom head) and I was fairly certain he didn't shoot in me. He was replaced, though, with another small cock - meanwhile a muscular gentleman came around to my mouth and shoved his hard cock in. Next thing I know, small cock pulled-out and the mushroom head slid back in. When did he get back, I thought? I heard him talking to the guy with the small cock, and then suddenly he disappeared again. Muscular BJ guy moves around to my hole, slid in, and came in about thirty seconds. Small cock followed, and, once again, the small cock came quickly. At this point I was doing pretty well. Mushroom head finally comes back - I could recognize the sound of his footsteps at this point, and points a VERY hard, greased up cock at my hole. He fucked me hard for about two minutes and audibly groaned as he emptied his balls into me. As annoying as his back and forth was, it was totally worth it. The room got quiet for a while and suddenly, large black cock number two grabbed me by the arm and saying "Come with me." I followed him, once again sad that I was seeing my breeder's face, but ended-up in his room. He roughly pushed me onto the bed on all 4's and goes right to work. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as he tore up my hole with that big cock, once again assailing my organs. "I haven't cum in two weeks" he mentioned, out of breath. Trying to make sure I was loud enough for all of the neighbors to hear me, I said "Fuck yeah! Breed me with that big load!" "I'm gonna fuck you for a while, bitch." Disappointed that he just said that, I stayed strong and took his assault like a good little slut. Eventually, though, it became clear to me that he wasn't going to cum, and my guts needed a break from him. I thanked him, said I needed a break, and went upstairs to hide in my favorite gloryhole booth. Taking my cumdump position from before, I saw a fat cock move through the middle hole - rock hard. Perfect, that saves me some work. I didn't even bother to suck it, but rather just spit on it and backed on up. He didn't budge, and soon I was riding that fat dick with gusto. Bent over all the way, I could see four feet in his stall, and could tell from the motion that he was getting fucked as he was fucking me. HOT. When he came, it felt like I was taking the top's nutt vicariously through him. Another decent sized, semi-hard cock came through the side I usually lean against, and I went to work trying to get him hard. He motioned with his hand to put my ass up, and so I did. He knew what I was there for, and maybe knew I'd already been bred six times at this point. I spread my cheeks and awaited the cock I wanted...nay...deserved. I felt the head poke at my hole and started to push my ass back on it. As sloppy as my hole was, and as much cum as I had in my cunt, something still didn't feel right. His cock was the hardest dick I've ever had in me, but it wasn't that good, warm sloppy feeling. I reached back and was disappointed to notice there was a condom on. I let him go for a minute or so but then pulled off - that wasn't what I was there for. Thankfully another hard cock came through the middle hole at that exact moment. I moved around onto that one, not bothering to suck him, but just backed up onto that average raw cock. As I was being relentlessly pounded by the guy (all the while thinking to myself Man, he knows how to fuck), I heard a knock at the door. I assumed it was condom-guy and sure enough, he came in, still rock hard and still wearing the same condom. Turns out he had a passion for gloryhole sluts like myself and started pushing me back onto my current raw assailant. The man fucking me started to moan, and condom-guy asked "Yeah, is he breeding you?" "I think so" was the reply, and sure enough, his softening cock fell out with a *plop* and I hear the spatter of cum on the floor (too bad, wasted cum). Sweating, I wiped myself off with my towel and condom-guy asked "Are you done?" "That depends. Can you lose the condom?" "Not while fucking you, no." "Then I'm done." He gave me a frustrated look. "You didn't seem to mind five minutes ago." "I minded, which is why I stopped. Not interested." He slammed the door as he left the booth and I shrugged it off. His loss - he could've felt the warm, silky embrace of seven loads and a raw hole around his cock. I was disappointed I'd tainted my evening by even trying to take a cock with a rubber. I took my position back at the bench for a while, and achieved getting another two (unremarkable) loads - again, doughy motherfuckers probably desperate for some pussy. I was happy to oblige. Several other cocks slid in me but pretty obviously weren't ready to blow their loads yet, and so went on their way with full balls. I wasn't thrilled, but had at least gotten more raw cock. I was getting tired and thought I should probably go be social. That didn't last long as I took my position back in the gloryhole. I wanted a few more loads - you know, to at least get to the double-digits. Annoyingly, some twinky thing stood in the doorway of my presentation-hole and blocked the view, not to mention bogarted the booth that men with full balls were supposed to use to fill me up. Before I knew it, he was backing up onto his own assailant and I decided to watch for a bit. He was a good little cumdump like me, and when he was done, I thought he might like to take a try at my hole. He apparently felt the same way, and backed his ass up to my ass. *shrug* sure, I'll try a little bit of that raw hole while I'm here. It was sweet, warm and wet but not as wet as mine. I'm sure it would be by the end of the night but I wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out. I wasn't ready to cum, and decided to check out one more booth before I left. The man in the booth adjacent to me felt my hole up to the booth and roughly shoved a dry finger in. Once it got wet, it felt really good, but I wasn't there for fingering. I wanted cock. I turned around, put my fingers over the edge of the hole and he got the picture pretty quickly. I stuck a very hard dick up to the hole and I backed right onto it. As he did that, the booth in front of me was occupied and a long, fat white cock came through. It was bigger than any of the black dick I'd taken, and I was hoping the guy breeding me would hurry up. He didn't last long, and just as I went to put my still-fresh hole on that monster dick, he pulled away. Apparently he just wanted a blowjob and wasn't interested in what I had to offer. Ten loads. I think it's safe-to-say that I've finally taken the plunge into being a full-fledged, raw, anon cumdump. I'm already planning a trip to the San Francisco Steamworks this weekend, so, more to cum.

Visiting Vienna and decided to head over to the eagle. Had a couple of drinks then decided to check out the dark room area. The dark room was dark, however, not dark enough that you couldn’t make out the general look of somebody. This one guy grabbed my arm and bought me to a cabin, then pushed me down to my knees. He took out his rock are cock and smacked me in the face with it and said “lutsch meinen Schwanz, Schwuchtel”. (Suck my dick, faggot). I started sucking his 8’ uncut cock, which was extremely thick at the head reaching an average girth at the base. Without warning, he flipped me around and shoved his raw cock deep in my ass and began fucking me hard. (Good thing i pre-lubed). After tearing my hole apart, he began grunting then yelled in English “take my load American bitch” and filled me with his load, zipped up, spit on me and left. I collected myself, then went back to cruising. I started feeling up this hung Parisian muscle polar bear and he bought me to the sling room. I pulled out his thick fat Uncut cock and went to suck it and he stopped me, saying “condoms only, even for oral”. I told him I had a latex allergy and he told me he had a non-latex condom, but it wasn’t flavored. I told him he could fuck me with it, but that I wanted his cum. He threw me up in the sling and fucked me hard till he bust his nut, the pulled the condom off and poured his load out into my open hole. After having another beer, I returned to the sling room and waited 2 minutes when a short beefy bear came in with his already hard 7 inch girth cock and started fucking my crummy hole. After breeding me, he shoved three fingers deep in my hole then shoved them down my throat, asking how his cum tasted. Before the bear had even left, this Middle eastern twink with a 9’ uncut cock came in and asked the bear, “mind if I give him a load too?” The bear said “hell yeah, breed this stupid whore”. The Twink didn’t even lube up, just went balls deep into my hole, slamming hard and deep into my guts. He said “I’m on prep, can I shoot in your hole?” And I told him of corse. After nutting and getting dressed he said “I hope you’re on prep, cause I only told you I was so you’d let me cum in you,” as he walked out the door. I got dressed, thinking I was done, when I noticed this hot daddy looking me over. I walked over to him and grabbed his cock and he bought me back to the sling room. I sucked his 8 inch thick hairy uncut meat till he told me to get in the sling. Without hesitation he went full in and began pumping away at my ass. He told me he had seen me taking loads and knew I was going to want his. I told him I wanted it deep in my ass, and he responded “I never pull out”. I begged him for his load and he pit in my face, then slapped me and said “stupid cunt, take my toxic seed”. He then kept fucking me till he grunted screamed, “yeah take another poz load, bitch”. He quickly dressed and left. I decided to call in a night and headed back to my hotel, where I pushed the cum out into my hand, then devoured it. 6 loads on my first night in town. Not too bad.

I regularly have success meeting guys from BBRT, Grindr and Scruff. I use others apps too but those are the primary sources for sex. Hookups are multi-demential. You need the right combination of attraction, opportunity and state of mind. Sometimes when I really want to hookup, it's a ghost town and nobody is looking. Other times when I'm not in the mood or have plans, I get pinged non-stop. Same can happen with role. Sometimes I want to top and the apps area awash with tops. Other times when I want to bottom, not a top available within miles in a major city. But then there are the times when all the criteria align. I think the key is to be spontaneous and take the opportunity when it presents. I had this happen yesterday. I had just gotten home from traveling and had about two hours to myself before dinner plans. A hot guy hit me up and wanted to fuck me. I hadn't planned on getting cleaned up but took the opportunity. He came by, turned out to have a giant cock and really knew how to use it. On top of it all he was a really nice guy and I probably have a new regular FB. I make this point because I had to overcome my initial instinct which was to say, I don't have time right now. From reading posts in this thread (and similar) I always get the impression that guys take hookup success (or failure) too personally. It's really transactional. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. Reasons are always out of your control.

Chapter 29 We dozed off for awhile but I soon woke up to a warm mouth on my rapidly expanding cock. "I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to wake you but I just couldn't resist your dick. I've never been so horny in my entire life." I put my hands on his head guiding him back down on me. "Don't worry about it, that's just your true self waking up and taking charge. Now get me hard so you can ride my dick." He sucked me for a few minutes then straddled my hips and sat down on my hard cock. He let out a very satisfied moan as he sank all the way down. "Oh man it feels so amazing." "I still can't believe you went five years without a hard cock inside your warm boy pussy." "Well to be honest I didn't really enjoy it that much. It always hurt with the condom on. I mean I know I've read a lot of dick stories and chatted with a lot of guys and they all said it was so much better skin on skin but you know what they say, doing is believing." I smiled, "and do you believe now?" "Mmm not sure, may need to get fucked a few hundred more times to be sure," he said with a wicked grin on his face. "Ahh, I'm sure that can be arranged," I said raising my hips up to meet him causing my dick to explode inside him. He clamped down hard trying to milk every last drop. "Damn we need to get you a butt plug to make sure you don't lose a drop of cum." "Mmm, I've always wanted to try one of those." He was still sitting on my cock trying to milk more cum. "Fuck, you're so sexy boy. I wish I knew a tattoo artist here in town we need to get some ink on this tight bod of yours." "I'd like that sir." He climbed off my cock and snuggled up beside me. "Thank you for tonight. I can't believe what I've been missing." "Don't worry boy we'll catch you up real fast." I looked at the clock by the bed and realized it was almost two in the morning. "Damn son I need to get back to my room and make sure Brandon's okay." "Your admin?" "Yeah, he's only nineteen. I'm sure he's fine but I keep forgetting he's my responsibility." "I'm sorry I kept you so late sir." "Don't apologize, this was amazing. Make sure your free tomorrow evening as we're going to continue your training and I'm guessing Brandon will be more than willing to help." I got up and threw my clothes on. I gave him a kiss and told him, "no clothes for the remainder of the trip unless you're in public." "Understood sir." "I'll text you tomorrow when I know the plan. Get some rest, you're going to need your strength tomorrow." I wasn't sure what to expect when I got back to our room but seeing Mike getting fucked by Brandon while another guy had his cock down his throat wasn't it. The guy getting blown saw me come in and said, "I've got dibs on this slut's ass next. You can have him once I've dumped my load." "No problem man, I just gave my new boy three loads so I think I'm tapped out for the night." Brandon looked over at me and grinned as he unloaded in Mike's ass. He pulled out and the other guy immediately took his place. Brandon walked over to me and I couldn't resist so I dropped to my knees and cleaned him off. "So how many loads does that make," I said pointing to Mike. "I just gave him load number five." "All poz?" "At least three, not sure about the other two. You know don't ask don't tell." He grinned. "Ahhhh," the other guy groaned, "take my poz load you fucking slut." I turned to Brandon, "where'd you find this guy?" "Mike picked him up at the bar. When he got a little drunk he started telling guys he was looking for poz guys to knock him up. There were three guys who wanted him to go with them. He was going to go but I convinced him it would be easier, not to mention safer, to just come here. I hope you don't mind. I tried to text you but you didn't respond." "No you did good. Sorry I didn't see your text my phone died and I was a little preoccupied." "So you said. Your new boy? Can't wait to hear all about that one." About this time the other guy had pulled his clothes on and was leaving. "Thanks, that was fun. Later dudes." "Hey Mike how you doing over there?" "I'm drunk on poz cum." "Yes you are, come on why don't I help you get back to your room." "Hey Scotty, when did you get here," he said as he sat up and noticed me for the first time. "Come on buddy, you've had a busy night. Let's get you home so you can sleep this off." We got him dressed and I helped him to his room and got him tucked in for the night. I wondered if he was going to remember any of this in the morning. When I got back to the room Brandon had cleaned up everything and was in bed waiting for me. "Looks like we both had eventful nights." I chuckled, "it does appear so. I take it Mike's okay with the fact he's going to be on team poz." "I think it's safe to say we managed to wake the beast inside of him and there's no going back. And your new boy?" I showed him pics of Xander with and without my dick buried deep inside his ass. "Well fuck me! Please tell me I'm going to get a chance at that pink hole of his." "Absolutely, I'm going to throw together something special for him tomorrow, uhh I mean tonight," I said looking at the clock. "We don't have to get up early tomorrow do we." I laughed, "hell no, don't set the alarm just wake up naturally. Now let's get some sleep." I woke up close to 11:00 feeling well rested. It's amazing how refreshed I always feel after a night of breeding. Brandon's arm was draped across my chest and he was snoring softly next to me. I carefully removed his arm and quietly got out of bed. I checked the conference agenda for the day and decided there was nothing pressing that I really needed to attend. Now don't judge me I realize I was there for work and should be trying to get a lot out of the sessions but, yeah not going to happen today. I threw on my running shorts and a tank top and slipped out of the room. I sent Brandon a quick text so he'd know where I'd gone then headed down to the lobby. As I got off the elevator I noticed that the really hot concierge was on duty this morning. He smiled at me as I passed by. "Good morning sir, enjoy your run." I stopped for second and walked over to him. "Hey thanks again for telling me about those trails yesterday." "No problem, hope you enjoyed them." "They were great, lots of nice scenery," I smiled, winked at him and turned to go. "Hey," he called out, "I just have to say I love your ink." He blushed a little like he couldn't believe he'd actually said that out loud. "Thanks, as you can tell I'm a little addicted." "They're hot, I mean they look good on you." I smirked, "thanks, got any of your own?" "Umm, yeah a couple, nothing like yours though." "Well we all have to start somewhere. Umm, hey I just had a thought. I'm assuming you got your ink done here in town." "Yep, my buddy has his own place just a few blocks away from here. Why, you looking to get some more while your staying with us?" "Not exactly, I uhh, have a new friend who's in desperate need of some ink on his totally smooth body." He looked at me and lowered his eyes, "totally smooth?" "Only hair he has is on the top of his head." I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of of Xander naked from the waist up. "Fuck me! He shaves?" "Nope, naturally smooth." He had a look on his face as if to say, 'yeah right'. "Trust me I spent all night inspecting him from head to toe." "Damn that's hot. Gotta say I love hairy guys but there's something about a completely smooth bottom that makes me rock hard. He is a bottom right?" I laughed, "total bottom." "Fuck me! Don't suppose you're sharing him?" "Absolutely, he's becoming a no load refused boy." He reached down to adjust his crotch. "You okay there," I asked grinning at him. "Oh yeah, this constantly happens to me with this job. I tend to get turned on a lot working here." I chuckled, "hmm I could see that being a hazard of the job, being surrounded by all these hot guests. So how often do you given in to the temptation?" "Oh it's not temptation I consider it a perk of the job, and I'm very good at making sure our guests have a very positive experience with us." "Hmm I bet. So what do think the chance your buddy would be able to fit my boy in for his first tat today or tomorrow?" "Not sure, but his shop's only a couple of blocks from here, so you should just pop over before your run and check." "That's perfect, thanks." I got directions from him and headed out. It was literally one block from the hotel, very convenient. I walked into the shop and this hot biker type guy about my age greeted me, "hey you the guy with the smooth boy?" I looked at him a little confused. "Jack from the hotel warned me you were on your way over. Fuck man, love your ink, your guy did good work. You mind if I see you're back?" "Not at all," I said taking my tank top off. He ran his hand over my biohaz tat. "Damn, I bet this beast attracts a lot of chasers." "Like a moth to a flame." "Good man! So Jack said you wanted to mark your new boy." "Yeah, I'm thinking of something on his ass to let all the tops know exactly what he is." "He poz?" "Nope but he will be by the end of the week." I pulled out my phone and showed him Xander's pics including one of his tight bubble butt. "Damn," he whistled, "I can't wait to get my hands on that ass. I think I have the perfect ink to start him off." He pulled up a picture on his computer. "Oh fuck that's perfect. When can you fit him in?" "I'm pretty light today have come down whenever and I'll work on him." "Great what do I owe you?" "Nothing, just let me help knock the boy up and we'll call it even." I called Xander to see what he was doing right then. His phone rang for awhile before he finally picked up. "Hey slut did I wake you?" "Good morning sir, no I'm just lying in bed fingering my cunt." "You still have my loads inside you?" "Yes sir." "Good boy. You need to throw on shorts and a t-shirt. I'm going to text you an address, be here in ten minutes." I hung up before he could respond and sent him the address. While we we're waiting for him to show up I found out that my new friend was named Marty and he loved nothing more than breeding neg boys. Eight minutes later Xander walked in the shop. "Fuck you've got an obedient boy there." I grinned, "yeah he's doing great. Xander this is Marty, you belong to him for the next couple of hours so make sure you do everything he tells you to do." With that I gave him a deep kiss and left for my run. I made sure to do an extra long jog too give Marty enough to time to finish up. When I got back to the shop the front was empty but I could hear moaning coming from the back. I followed the sounds and walked in to see Xander bent over a bench with Marty's big dick unloading in his cunt. He slowly pulled out and gave me a big smile, "fuck your boy's got an amazing ass. Gave him two toxic loads to help him on his journey. Take a look at his ink and let me know what you think." "Holy shit that looks great. Has he seen it yet?" "Nope I figured you'd want to do the honors." I took a couple pictures so I could show Xander. His eyes got really big. He threw his arms around me and gave me a big wet kiss then did the same to Marty. "Thank you, now everyone who fucks me will know I'm a poz pig." "Well you're on your way to being poz but you're definitely a pig." On his ass cheek was the outline of a pig with the word poz inside, it was fucking beautiful. "Hey Marty, if you're free tonight you should come by my hotel room. I'm planning to see just how many loads we can get inside his cunt." "Fuck I'll be there. I definitely want another go at that ass. I also have some friends I can bring too if you're interested." "Toxic?" "Yep, and a couple have wicked PAs that with help ensure all those loads can do their job." "Perfect, anytime after eight." I hadn't even noticed Xander had dropped to the floor and was cleaning off Marty's dick. He was a fucking natural. "Come on boy let's go so he can get back to work." As he stood up to grab his clothes I noticed he had bars through both of his pink nipples. Marty saw and looked a little guilty. "Hope you don't mind, I started sucking oh his perky tits and just could resist piercing them." "Great idea they look good on him." He looked relieved, gave us both hugs and we were on our way. As we headed back to the hotel I asked him how he liked his first tattoo. "Yes thank you so much. It makes me feel even sluttier. But I am a little concerned that it says poz when I haven't earned the bug yet." "Believe me son, I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure you're poz by the end of the week." "Thank you sir." "Now go back to your room and take a nap, it's going to be a long night. Just make sure you're at my room by seven."

I decided to visit my parents for the holidays and set out on the ten hour drive to get to my hometown in backwoods West Virginia early in the morning. The weather was against me the entire way spitting snow and freezing rain in squalls as I inched along the highway. That combined with frequent accidents up ahead made the trip much longer than anticipated, so I finally gave up and pulled into a small roadside town for the night. After checking into the only motel in town and grabbing a quick bite to eat I settled into my room and out of boredom I checked out Grindr not really expecting anything in a town with less than 4000 people according to the welcome sign I had passed. I wasn’t surprised to see that the closest man was over 50 miles away. I switched over to BBRT anticipating the same results but was shocked when I saw that there was someone two miles from my location. There wasn’t a face picture only a body shot, but it had me drooling. His ad said he was 47, 5’ 10”, 215 with salt and pepper hair and that he was an endowed undetectable top. I wasted no time in messaging him and was very happy when he responded a few minutes later. “Hey boy. You looking to get fucked?” I wrote back quickly to say yes. “How soon can you be ready for me?” I told him 30 minutes and gave him my location. “See you then boy.” I rushed to the bathroom and prepped for a hard breeding. Thankfully I always travel prepared and was soon ready for what I was hoping would be a fun encounter. I had just left the bathroom wrapped only in a cheap white towel when I heard a knock on the door. I peeked out the peephole and was pleasantly surprised to see a ruggedly handsome face staring back at me. I opened the door and he stepped in quickly. As he turned to shut and lock the door I was struck by how opposite we were from each other. I was almost half his age at 24 and at 5’6”, 140 he was nearly twice my size! “Good boy” he growled with a the same thick accent I had worked so hard to lose. He reached out putting his rough calloused hands on my smooth chest making me gasp in pleasure. He tweaked my nipples and then pulled off my towel leaving me completely exposed. He roughly pulled me into his chest and began grabbing my ass running his fingers into my crack. I breathed in the scent of him, all male musk with a bit of tobacco and bourbon. I was in heat and hard as a rock. He pulled off his coat and shirt exposing his furry chest and big nipples that I knew I had to suck on. I dropped to my knees and pulled off his work boots and socks. He unbuckled his belt and shucked out of his jeans and boxers letting his thick cock out. I sat up on my knees and took him in my mouth savoring the concentrated taste of his manhood. “Damn boy. You don’t waste time do you? You want to feel Daddy’s cock in you don’t you boy?” I moaned yes around his rapidly thickening cock. He sat in the rooms only chair as I alternated between sucking his dick, his nipples and kissing him while he moaned and encouraged me to keep sucking for about ten minutes. He stood up suddenly reached down and pulled me up to kiss deeply. He grabbed my ass and pulled me off my feet and swung me into the bed before I knew what was happening. I was pleasantly surprised when he began sucking me. I thought he was going to be a greedy top not that I had a problem with that. After I few minutes he went lower and began eating and fingering my hole which had me gasping for breath as his thick stubble was rubbing against my sensitive ass. He flipped me over onto my stomach so that I was bent over the bed. I could see us both in the mirror as he grabbed the lube from the nightstand and poured a generous amount on his beer can thick cock. I quickly grabbed my poppers and huffed a few hits as he lined himself up to my wet hole. Just as the rush hit my brain I felt the head pop inside. The poppers and lube kept the pain to a minimum. He waited a minute while I relaxed around him before starting a blistering fucking. Honestly, I just held onto the mattress and tried to keep my moaning from being too loud. He flipped me so that I was now riding him and it felt like I was on a bucking bull. I could feel every inch of him inside of and with every thrust his cockhead rubbed against my prostate making me harder and harder as precum dripped down onto his stomach. He started jerking me off in time with his thrusting and I couldn’t keep my orgasm back any longer. With a muffled roar I shot my load over his chest and face. He grinned evilly and held onto my waist forcing his dick even deeper into me. He cried out as he came flooding me with five or six shots of cum. I collapsed onto his chest and felt him slide out of my now gaping hole. We both fell asleep quickly with me draped over his chest. I woke up sometime in the night as he slid his cock back inside for round two. In the morning we showered together as he bred me for the third time against the wall. I made plans to stop for the night on my way back home. It was truly one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.

My first experience with a man was him calling it a boy pussy. I just took it that it is what dominant top men call it. I started my second real relationship at 18 with a much older man and he also called it my pussy or cunt. I really thought that this was all men called it. It wasn’t until many years later a man said he didn’t like me calling it that. It seemed weird to me to call it something else. I prefer pussy or cunt.

I think we have a team here to settle the investigation. This investigation may be sweaty, hairy, and full of salt. However, in the criminal justice system, sexually based inquiries are considered an important investigation. In Breeding Zone, the dedicated detectives who investigate these tasty cases are members of an elite squad known as the Cock Underground Members, also known as C.U.M. These are their stories.

I'm with Qban. We'll both breed your cunt. And I don't know but I don't wanna fuck someone who thinks I'm a poor imitation of what they might get. Fuck em. It took me a long time to figure out that there were tons of hot boys who wanted my chunky, hairy bear body.

Today, right after lunch my BF came to me and out of nowhere he slid hit hard cock into my mouth. Naturally we ended up fucking all over the place, bedroom, living room, kitchen. I was enjoying it very much locked and leaking pre-cum like crazy, despite I was still slightly sore from yesterday. It was great fuck really, but after almost an hour, which is probably our record, he still wasn't cumming. Then, as we were changing position from doggy to me on the top of him, he noted the pre-cum from my cage drooled on his cock. He told me to unlock it, stroke my dicklet and cum on his cock so he can push that cum inside me too. Although the idea sounded hot, I've had mixed feelings, because I was really trying to stay away from stroking myself let alone the cumming part. But then, I realized, I should do whatever pleases him. So I obeyed and it payed off, because just after he pushed my own boy juice into my pussy, he also finally flooded my guts with his potent seed.

The cumdump that I fucked last week (built Asian boy) got a nearby hotel last night. He had 5 loads in him when I arrived. His sloppy and loose hole was sooooo good. I love fucking cum from completely random strangers deeper into a boy. I dumped a huge load into him and had to go - it was such a great orgasm that I was completely spent. Apparently he got four more after I left. He sent a pic of the next guy’s cock in his ass, slimy from my cum 😈

After reading the incredible "Pregnancy by Sperminator" on Breeding Zone, I thought for sure Spermpig had made it all up. Since Craigslist shut down their personals a while back, I figured there was no way I would ever be able to find Sperminator. But the story made me so horny I just had to look, because I love the thrill of the risk of taking loads so much. Unfortunately for me my internet search skills are very good, because I eventually did find Sperminator's ad on another site. I thought to myself "OMG, this just can't be real". But curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't help but respond to the ad, figuring it was just a joke put there by someone from this site that had read the story. Much to my surprise the next day I found a reply from Sperminator waiting in my inbox. Of course he lives in a different city, but I had some leave I needed to take before the end of the fiscal year anyway so I booked a plane ticket and a room at a nice hotel near the airport. Once I had arrived and checked in, I sent a text to the number he had given me and a few minutes later received a reply. I texted back the hotel address and my room number, very horny with anticipation. I never thought my deepest, darkest fantasy might come true, but here I was prepping my ass and getting ready for his arrival. It seemed like an eternity but it was probably really less than 45 minutes when I heard a knock on my room door. I let him in and true to the description in the story he was a very large but well built black man and he was wearing a shirt and grey sweat pants. I could already see that even soft his package left a large bulge and I couldn't wait to see it up close for myself. I told him that I'd seen the story online and knew I needed to have him stop my biological clock. He told me to get down and suck him to get his cock ready to impregnate my ass. At his command I dropped to my knees and pulled down his sweats until his dick was free, nearly to his knees and not even hard yet. Spermpig was definitely not exaggerating. I set to work on it, but didn't have any more luck getting even half of it in than Spermpig did. I did manage to get it up to full mast, and it definitely had to be around 13" and 7+" around in the thick part. As I got down on all fours on the bed he warned me that I was definitely going to be walking funny for at least a week and I had no doubt that this was indeed a dick I would never forget. He told me that since I was such a chaser already he wouldn't let me ride it first, but since he was feeling generous he would go slow at first until my hole was fully stretched out. He got up behind me and adjusted my position to line up his big torpedo shaped dick at my hole and I could feel his well lubricated head start to press against my hole. I couldn't believe I was really doing it, letting a big poz dick fuck my neg hole and maybe impregnate me. But it was definitely for real as his big dick started to make entry stretching my sphincter as wide as it ever had been. And I'd been practicing with the largest black dildo I could find in order to try to get my hole prepared for this monster dick. But like Spermpig, my hole was definitely not ready. It felt like I had a fireplace log being forced into me as he forcefully but slowly stretched me out to accommodate his girth. When the wide part started to stretch me he grabbed my hips firmly and increased the pressure. I was hoping that I would be lucky enough that it would take at least two or three times for my ass to get knocked up, but true to Sperminator's reputation my pregnancy test came back positive the first time. I really had to have that big dick again though and figuring that he might not have an interest in fucking me again once I was pregnant I got on my computer and made up some fake negative test results. I was able to arrangedto meet him two more times before he figured it out. He was a little upset at my deception, but said he understood why I wanted to keep getting fucked. Even though my ass is now ruined, I still crave for his big dick to pump his seed into me but somehow now that I've been knocked up the thrill is gone since there isn't the risk of getting pregnant anymore. What gives me a thrill now is thinking about spreading the gift to unsuspecting tops.

I love you too much lol And to answer your question, depends if the top is kind enough to get a warm wet hand towel and help his bottom ease on after the fuck. I personally like giving my bottoms rim jobs, a warm wet towel, a bath, some cuddles and a smack on the ass....... Though that last one may not really HEAL the bottom, it sure brings a tear of joy to my eyes.

Is it just the area I live in where the guys on Grindr are all talk, and ghost just as you're about to meet? It's been a frustrating ride, but today I finally had some (more) luck. Hit up a guy about 3 miles away. He sent me some dick pics that had my hole twitching. Neither of us could host, so after some back and forth we both realized we had to go grocery shopping. The store in between us has a fairly secluded mens' room that isn't often used, so we agreed to meet there. Exchanged numbers, and then off I went. When I arrived, I headed straight for the bathroom. We had agreed that I would get in the handicap stall and text him when I was ready. Unfortunately, it was occupied, so I stepped into the smaller cube next to it. Once seated, I texted my hookup to let him know he needed to wait, and he replied that he had just walked into the store. I only had to wait a few minutes before the guy in the other stall finished up and left. I sent a text and switched into the handicap stall. I heard the bathroom door open, then a soft knock on the stall. I opened the door and he quickly stepped inside. I latched the door again and turned around, and he already had his cock out. It was a solid 7 inches, thick with a taper at the head. Without a word I sat down on the toilet and took him in my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head and began thrusting until he was balls-deep in my throat. We were just getting into it when the bathroom door opened. He stopped suddenly, and we waited silently for the newcomer to piss, wash his hands, and leave. I slid my mouth slowly up and down that shaft to keep it nice and hard, and I heard his breath. When the hand dryer started, I began sucking with abandon again, and only slowed a little when I heard it shut off. Once the door closed, my hookup grabbed my head and began to thrust again. I was drooling on the floor as he pounded my throat, sighing with pleasure. Suddenly he stopped, and I was rewarded with the sweet taste of his load on my tongue. I waited for his cock to stop jerking in my mouth before slowly sliding off it, careful to keep all his cum in my mouth. After he zipped up he thanked me, then quickly exited the stall. I stayed behind to clean myself up a bit, and as he left I heard another guy enter. We finished just in the nick of time! The newcomer walked into the handicap stall as I walked out - could have been a bit awkward had he come in even 10 seconds earlier. My hole is still twitching thinking about that cock. He's going to save up another load and then breed me on Tuesday.

It really depends on the depth, severity, and duration of the cunting. About 4 days for a pent-up 2-3 hour cunting, and a fuck of any duration where he fucks up hard to stretch and open the sigmoid flexure and breeds there more than six times. For a less rape-like cunting its about 1-2 days. One big problem for me though is that I love the tender pain that an energetic fuck carves into my cunt. I find myself pressing into the sore places to connect with him again, enjoying the hurt, thinking about his seed, and wanting more.

Looking back, I wish I had never heard about Craigslist. Or thAt Craigslist had policed their personal ads better. Or done away with them much, much earlier than they did. But They didn’t, and now I have to live with the consequences, however long that may be. There was a time when I didn’t really know about Craigslist personals. I used manhunt and adam4adam like a regular, horny gay guy. I also used scruff and Grindr, but those only ever seemed to work if I was out of town. But manhunt and A4A were iffy at best at producing a decent lay, and getting worse. That’s when I heard people talking about Craigslist. It started off as people laughing and talking about “sleazy Craigslist hookups”— like it was a joke. Only the dirtiest of people would post ads and connect that way. People talked about posts they had seen (or heard about) where guys were looking for really off the beaten path kink stuff. Like scat, or diaper play, or rape scenes. It was like the “dirty bookstore” of gay hookups, guys may do it, but didn’t want to be caught using it. Anyway, the seed had been planted (pun intended) and I found myself thinking about it more and more often. Especially as my one regular now had a boyfriend and was not available. And as I said before, manhunt and A4A seemed to be full of flakes. So one weekend night I found myself opening up the personal section and scrolling through to see what kind of trouble was out there. What I discovered was that most of the ads were pretty benign. Just guys looking for a quick hookup. Usually something anonymous with no strings. Which all sounded just fine to me. Now I did find a couple ads looking for stuff I considered beyond the pale, which I quickly skipped over. And then I discovered one ad that caught my eye. I really should have skipped it too, but I was intrigued. This is how the ad read: “PREGNANCY BY THE SPERMINATOR: Is your biological clock ticking? Are you looking to get knocked up? If so, my dick will get the job done. 100% pregnancy track record, usually on the first try. My baby batter is planted so deep, my DNA is guaranteed to take. Serious inquiries only. And no, I ain’t sending a pic of my cuntwrecker- just know it is Guinness Record big and will be the biggest you’ll ever take. Hit me up with a pic and digits in the first email.” There was only one pic with the ad. It was a gritty picture of an egg with sperm surrounding it, like you would see in a textbook or in a biology film. Only superimposed over the egg was the biohazard symbol. Now I wasn’t dumb, I’d been around enough to know the biohazard thing meant HIV positive. And the ad was in the gay men section of the ads so there wasn’t much mistaking what the ad was for. The guy was advertising converting guys into being HIV positive. On purpose. The ad disgusted me. Who would deliberately infect someone? But even worse, his ad was asking for guys who were actively seeking HIV infection? Who does that? Surely there weren’t guys out there that did this, were there? I skipped the ad that night and ended up emailing a top guy who was looking for a dark room pump n dump. He responded, saying he wanted to just walk in and find me on all fours ready to take cock. No talking. 30 minutes later, I was taking a 7” or raw dick, with only the flicker of porn to illuminate the room. I never saw the guys face. Only his nutload the next morning. After my first success, I went back to the Craigslist well again the next day. As I was perusing the ads, I found myself looking for the Sperminator ad. I couldn’t find it- it had probably been reported and removed. I’m not sure why I was fixated on this ad- the concept was revolting. But it also made my dick twinge a little, and I wasn’t sure why. Perhaps I was just intrigued by the description of the guy’s cock. Who knows? Even if the Sperminator ad wasn’t there, there were plenty of others. And that next day I found a couple other ads that sounded good and hit them up. That night I managed to get two more loads, one from a married DL guy and one from a hung, uncut hispanic just getting off work. Craigslist was really working for me! Over the next few months, I would find myself going to Craigslist when I was horny, and I’d usually find some cock. I was noticing a lot of similar and/or repeat ads with the same cock pics. A couple even from guys who had fucked me- and I’d often get repeat cumloads that way. It was in this way I stumbled on the Sperminator ad again. Same heading. Same text. Same pic. And again I was upset by it— and oddly turned on. But sure as hell I wasn’t gonna hit up the ad as I wasn’t one of those, twisted, fucked up “bug chasers”. Fuck that. Although as I scrolled through the ads looking for my next fuck, I started taking stock of whAt I was doing. I was having anonymous, Craigslist hookups and letting these random men fuck me unprotected and cum inside me. And to be honest, what did I know about these guys, really? I was negative but I never really asked about the status of the guys fucking me. Some of them could be positive and just not telling me. But guys wouldn’t do that, would they? Thoughts like this would inevitably quench my sex drive for awhile, until my ass would get the itch again and I’d jump back on good ol Craigslist and hunt down a load or three. About this time I started dabbling with posting my own ads. I had a killer ass pic that seemed to attract the tops. This ad helped me pull in a LOT of cock. But, as all good things do, Craigslist started becoming more hit and miss for me- more often than not a miss. And I started going longer and longer between fucks, and it was driving me crazy. And as we all know, horny and desperate leads to bad decision making. After one particularly crazy month of no sex due to family drama, work, and other extracurricular activities, I finally had a free weekend and I was climbing the walls. I needed sex in the worst way and goddamn it, I was gonna find some. So I jumped on Craigslist and started scrolling... and that’s when I saw it. The Sperminator as was back up. And I opened it found myself reading and rereading it. Why was I even entertaining the thought of this? And why was my dick straining against my sweats at the thought of a cuntwrecker of world record size? I closed the ad and kept scrolling. I found about 8 other ads that intrigued me enough that I sent them messages. After an hour And a half I had zero responses. And it was getting late. Fuck. I needed Dick in me or I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was literally going out of my mind. Which is my only explanation for why I scrolled back to the Sperminator ad... and answered it. I sent him two pics— a face pic and my ass pic that seemed to get me laid. And I sent my phone number as requested. After I hit send my stomach was in knots. What did I just do? I rationalized it to myself by telling myself that he probably wouldn’t even message me. And even if he did I was under no obligation to respond. I could even block his number if I wanted. All of which would be moot because I was sure he wouldn’t... My phone chimed at me. I had a text. I opened the text window. Random local number text. All it said was “sup”. Fuck, what do I do now? I could ignore. But my stomach had that anxious feeling and my cock was throbbing in anticipation. What to do what to do?? I took a breath and texted back. Me: my ass. For cock Him: I see that. Nice ass. seen ur ads before. Thought about hittin it 4 awhile Me: glad you like. I’m kinda nervous tho. You sound huge Him: it is huge. U gon walk funny 4 days Me: lol that’s what scares me Him: u hit me up, u must want a baby Me: that also scared me Him: u wastin my time? U saw my ad. I knock bitches like u up for fun. U never forget this Dick. Him: U want or no? I waited and debated. And in the end, I texted back. Me: yes. Him: addy? I typed in my address, parking and entry instructions. And I hit send. Him: coo. See you in 20. Have that ass deep cleaned My god. What the fuck did I just do? What was I thinking? And hell, I better fucking check my prep work to make sure I am fully cleaned out. The next 20 minutes went by in a blur. My ass was fully prepped. I prelubed the hell out of my hole and I cracked open some fresh poppers. Just as I was dimming lights and getting the porn on, my phone buzzed. He was at my building entrance— and I was freaking out. I buzzed him in anyway. There were 30 tense seconds, and then there was a knock at my door. And there I was, at the rubicon. Was I going to do this— like for real do this? I opened the door and invited him in. The Sperminator was tall. Really tall. Like pro basketball tall. Probably 6’8”? And he was black. And he was handsome. Scruffy beard. Short dreads with blonde tips. A visible neck tattoo peaking out the top of his shirt. Biggest feet I’ve ever seen on a human— the Nike’s were enormous. I locked the door and led him to the living room. He took off his jacket and sat down. I asked if he needed anything to drink. He asked if I had beer— I did. I got two and joined him in the couch. “You’re really nervous,” he said. “Well yeah. I’m honestly not sure why I answered the ad, and I’m second guessing everything.” “Something about it must have got your juices flowing. You must secretly want that ass knocked up,” he smirked. “I don’t think I do— at least I never thought about it that way. I mean, I get off on taking raw cock and cum, but never thought about it much beyond that,” I confided. “Then why am I here dude? You know what I do and you answered my ad.” He stood up to leave. “Cuz I’m a whore for big cock and I think I’ll go crazy if I don’t get fucked and bred tonight!” I stated. “Well, I got big cock,” he said, and he swished his hips back and forth. He was wearing grey sweats and what swung back and forth below the fabric looked positively monstrous. “He sniffin our that pussy and he getting excited,” he said. And his rising cock started pressing into the leg fabric. I set my beer down and got on my knees in front of him. “Can I see it?” I asked. He nodded and I reached up and slowly pulled down his sweatpants. I had to pull his sweats almost down to his knees before his cock sprang free. Yes, you read that right. His cock nearly stretched to his knee! When it popped free, I just sat back on my heels and marveled. It was simply fucking huge. “Told ya,” he said. “You like? That pussy quiverin?” “Hoh. Lee. Fuck.” I finally breathed. “It is easily the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. Porn or real life”. For my own edification, I cupped his balls and laid his cock along my arm. It went past my goddamn elbow. And it was torpedo shaped. The middle of it was fat— fat like my forearm fat. I mean, the whole thing was fat, but the middle was ridiculous. And I don’t think he was even fully hard yet. “Now that he up, he ain’t satisfied til he breed a pussy,” he told me. “So I hope you’re ready.” I sucked the the tip and as much of him into my mouth. Bottomed out in my mouth, i wasn’t even 1/3 of the way down his dick. Just feeling his head flex in my mouth and feeling that massive, heavy member was making my own dick leak. I tried sucking him a bit longer before I gave up and pulled off him. “Since I can’t even begin to suck this thing, let’s hope my ass is ready for this cuntwrecker. My ass was definitely not ready. We went to my bedroom and got naked. He laid down on my bed. “Here, imma do you a favor and let you sit on it. Normally I just take the pussy, but tonight I’m feeling generous.” So I lubed him liberally, straddled him, positioned his head at my hole, and hit the poppers hard. I still could have stopped. Said no. Made him leave. But that massive cock was beckoning me. I needed to try it, if anything just to say I did it. I wanted the story. And I wanted to know what that much cock felt like inside my body. So without another thought (and with a good popper rush going) I started to sink down onto his dick. I did not make it far. I got hung up at that thick middle portion. My ass was feeling full and I wasn’t even halfway onto him. I slow bounced up and down to try to get that thick portion in, but no dice. I pulled off and relubed us both, took more poppers, and tried again. And again I got stuck halfway at the thick part. He must have been at least 7” in diameter there. Or more. My fingers never came close to touching around it. “I don’t know if I can get you in,” I panted. “Sure you can, that pussy good and deep,” he said. I felt his hands move to my hips and then he sharply thrust up into me while pulling down on my hips. I howled in pain. I’m sure my neighbors thought I was being murdered, and I guess technically speaking, I was. He just tore my sphincter in one thrust and I nearly blacked out. My vision fuzzed our to blackness and I saw stars. And the pain made me feel nauseous. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Told you I’d fit— and make you walk funny for days.” And the irony was he wasn’t even fully in yet. His thick part was, but there was probably still 3 or 4 more inches of him to go. Thankfully he stayed still while my ass did it’s best to adjust to his massive size. I gulped great quantities of air in order to relax. And I hit the poppers again. Slowly I up and downed onto his cock and I could feel his head at my second ring. And then popped through and was beyond my second ring— and still going. And that’s when my eyes rolled back in my head. I’d never felt anything like it before. The biggest cock I’d previous had was probably a true 8.5”. It was enough to smash into my second ring and hurt. And eventually with some maneuvering his head went in. But it was uncomfortable. This cock was closer to 13”. And was sublime. The pleasure created by his cock rearranging my intestines and slipping well into my second ring was mind blowing. It was making me forget the pain at my hole. I hit the poppers and started to ride him in earnest as I could NOT get enough of that feeling. I rode him and worked myself into a lather. I was sweating bullets from the effort of taking something so massive into my body. And my dick was rock hard and leaking Precum onto his belly. I was in heaven. Or so I thought. “Ok, that’s enough of a free ride. Time for me to deep dick this pussy right,” he informed me. He lifted up on my hips and I slowly extricated his cock from my ass. It felt like it took a minute to fully pull out of me. The tug outward on my ass as the thick part pulled out was intense as hell. And thankfully I had indeed prepped adequately. He commented on this and was impressed. He got me on all fours at the edge of the bed (thankfully my bed was tall) and he stood up behind me. I asked him to put a bit more lube on (he did) and I took a good snootful of poppers. He positioned himself at my hole and said, “Get ready- cuz we ain’t stoppin til I put a baby in you.” And then he shoved in. The pleasure pain of it was exquisite. The thick part still hurt like fuck going in, but not like before. And he buried himself in me in one stroke and ache as he went into my second ring took my breath away. I screwed the poppers to my nose and prepared for his onslaught. It was borderline brutal. Once he was in, he set up to pistoning my guts with shorter deep thrusts. Making my second ring jack his head and shaft. And then every so often he’d do a long, slow, pullout— pause— then shove back in hard until his pelvis slapped my ass. I moaned and grunted with every hard thrust. The short strokes made me keen in delight. At some point my body gave in to his cock and he sensed it. It was like my ass stopped fighting and finally relaxed. When that happened, it was like I was transported to a different dimension. The pleasure. The deep deep pleasure was transcendent. It was like my whole body was on the edge of a sneeze and vibrating. When we reached this point, he started pulling his cock all the way out of me and then slamming it back in to the hilt. Again and again and again. I think I was either moaning or saying “oh fuck” with every thrust. I honestly don’t recall exactly. My vision was red from the poppers and I was almost having an out of body experience. “You ready to get pregnant, bitch?” He asked? “Fuck yes!! Knock me up deep!” I cried. He buried himself deep and did a series of quick, short thrusts. And then he grabbed my hips hard (enough to leave finger shaped bruises) and did one final wickedly hard thrust that he kept buried as deep as he could. I felt his massive member throb deep inside me. Deeper inside me than any man had ever been. It throbbed again. And again. And again. Six seven eight times. Or more. We stayed welded together until he stopped spurting and his dick started softening. Part of me was glad the fuck was over. My ass needed a break from the pain aspect. But the full feeling in my ass was so nice I didn’t want him to pull out. But eventually he did, but not before telling me to tighten my hole and squeegee every drop of seed out of his cock. I collapsed onto the bed and into a huge wet spot. Apparently he’d fucked the cum out of me, but I was so out of it, I didn’t realize when I had cum. As he cleaned himself up in my bathroom he complimented me on my ass and my ability to take his cock. “Most guys cry,” he said matter of factly. As I walked him to the door he said, “Now you read my ad, right? 100% pregnancy guarantee. If you don’t get it this time, I’ll come back til you do. I got a rep to protect. You just let me know.” He had to come back two more times before my pregnancy test came back positive.

I agree. I started to self lock about 6 months ago. It is very uncomfortable at first. It really does teach you how to focus on your man. I started using dildos first to get used to being fucked hands free. I was able to achieve orgasm through focus. I don’t always have orgasms when being bred by a man now but when I do it’s incredible.

Screw ‘em all brother. I’d fuck you anytime...

I always clean out well... so I know my ass is ready. I have one top buddy who ALWAYS eats my hole and really opens me up with spit and takes his time. Then he fucks me for a little bit, pulls out, eats my open hole and tongues and rims and licks and chews on my hole. Then he gives me his cock to get wet again. I love the taste of his pre-cum and my ass juices on his hard cock. When he eventually blows his load, I just pull him in close to lick and suck all our combined juices from his dick. I know he loves it, because he talks to me and tells me to clean his cummy cock and get it spotless. When I'm done, he pushes me onto my knees and proceeds to eat his cum from my hole. Every. Single. Time. Needless to say, he is one of my fave tops! ATM is very hot in my books!! Fuckin' A!!!

What is Growlr like? If I look at the most recent reviews most of them are 1 star out of 5. Most complaints are about spam, fake (bot) profiles, non-responsive customer service, app crashing etc. so not so keen to install that on my phone. I am "old school" anyway, I prefer a website to start with before I add a sex-related app to my phone.

omg that's where I learned to be a filthy dirty braindead cumdumpster who is literally nothing but a fuckhole to thousands of anonymous strangers.men who don't give a fuck about me or have any respect for me or even think of me as a human being. just some fucked up poz whore that gets used by all the bathhouse pigs. My daddy started by bringing me to bathhouses and getting a room and putting me on all fours naked or in a jockstrap, ass to the door taking all loads. then he started putting me on darkroom fuckbenches.then my boyfriend started putting me in the public sling so he could watch me take load after load for hours.thats when I discovered what I truly am

I would suggest starting off with Blow jobs, receive then give, then maybe two guys one blowing one getting blown. work your way up to fucking. let him get comfortable with each sex act with another male. end it with a train on his ass with them all poz

I love the taste of semen -- I lick it off video screens, walls, floors, etc. in ABS -- but I've got a beard cum/bukkake fetish.

A Hot and horny power bottom (Justin) calls up his best friend (Chad) who is also a power bottom and tells him to come spend the weekend with him hanging out doing parTyyee and getting really high . So Chad shows up and Justin is already feeling extremely high and horny and hands chad the pipe and says you need to catch up , smoke it . Chad then pulls out some points from his bag and says lets both catch up , and grabs Justin's arm and slams him then does his own. The two boys begin coughing and feeling the intense rush ,then the extreme horny feeling that gets stronger and stronger and makes them lose all inhibitions and as they sit back naked surfing the bb porn sites and hook up sites on there laptops. Justin tells Chad that he is so fucking high and horny that he wants to finally make his ultimate fantasy come true . Chad knows exactly what fantasy Justin wants to make happen and says FUCK YA!! I'm so horny and would love to do it . Justin's fantasy is for him and Chad to be extremely high and uncontrollably horny and they both give in to their extreme addiction for cum and transform into aggressive dominate power bottom masters. And they begin their hunt for a clueless straight punk or jock to trick him into coming over to hang out and drink and smoke greens. They get lucky right away as Justin's brother (Danny) who lives with him is out of town for a week , But forgot to tell his buddy JayJay that he had to cancel plans for him to come spend the weekend.. So suddenly the door bell rings and Justin puts a towel around his waist and answers the door and there stands JayJay 6'tall 180lbs. He has a toned high school body but is wearing his gothic punk gear and worn white high top Converse all-stars and his back pack with his change of clothes and toothbrush. When he sees Justin standing in the door way completely naked except for a towel around his waist and also wearing a pair of white high top Converse All-stars, he is shocked and he freezes and doesn't know what to say. Then after an awkward silence he says, "Wow awesome you wear high chucks too. I mean is Danny around he invited me over to spend the weekend." And Justin standing there high and horny as hell looking at this punk boy in converse and starring right at the boy's bulge in his shorts, only hears the words spend the weekend. Justin thinks, "Hell ya! You are going to spend the weekend" Then he realizes that he didn't just think that, but he actually said that out loud to the boy. He quickly tells the boy to come in so he can explain about his brother going out of town ,and shuts the door behind him and locks it. The boy starts to wonders why he locked the door but is quickly distracted by seeing Chad in the other room completely naked and bending over with his smooth round tight butt facing him, and he sees Chads butt hole wide open. The boy catches himself staring at it and tries to look away. Then he suddenly notices that Chad, too, has on a pair of white high-top Converse all-stars. The boy is frozen again and can't look away from the sight of Chad bent over with his butt hole wide open and wearing Converse. Justin hands the boy a drink and says, "Here, drink this. I'm sorry you have to forgive us we are both naked because we have our clothes in the dryer and we have our Converse on because ..." Justin forgets what excuse to say for being naked in Converse. He just said, "Aw, fuck it! We are both extremely high as hell" and asks the boy if he wants to get extremely high with them. He then adds quickly, "and oh ya my brother is out of town for a week and forgot to tell you. So you can just hang out with us for the weekend." The boy pulls away from the starring at Chad , and realizes he drank the drink that Justin handed to him and he hands the glass back to him and says, "thank you." and Justin says, "Here, let's put your stuff in Danny's room" and leads the boy to the room where he lays his stuff on the bed. He quickly hands the boy the pipe and says, "Take some puffs on this," and the boy takes a huge long long hit then when he blows it out he realizes it wasn't pot like he thought it was and asks Justin what is in the pipe. Justin quickly puts the pipe back to the boy's mouth and says, " Wow, dude, that was a huge hit. Awesome! Let me see you do that again." The boy goes ahead and takes another huge long hit and he quickly starts to feel the effects of the 2 hits or was it the drink that was handed to him to drink without knowing what it was. Suddenly he is feeling so good and the feeling just gets better and better and all of a sudden he doesn't care. He is feeling a high like he never felt and cant believe how good he feels. Meanwhile Chad is in the next room but has heard every thing the boy has said and knows what Justin is up to . So he decides he should join in and help Justin with his plan to trick the boy into being so high that he cant help but agree to allowing them to get him even higher and higher. He takes out 3 points and makes them up real quick making sure to make the one for the boy just strong enough to send his body into the most intense level of horny that when they tell the boy what they want to do to him he will not be able to resist. Justin told the boy to follow him into the living room and sit back in a chair and completely relax, but before he sat down Justin said, "Why don't you take off your shirt and your shorts? And take off your underwear if your wearing any, and I'll bring you a towel to wear it will be much more comfortable." So the boy feeling super high didn't argue thinking, "I guess being high in a towel is more comfortable." So he took off his shirt and shorts, and he wasn't wearing underwear. He sat back naked wearing only his high-top white Converse All-stars. Then both Justin and Chad came back in the room. Chad told the boy that he was a nurse, He had one of the points in his hand and told the boy that it was vitamins that he needs to take if he wants to continue to smoke the stuff that is in the pipe. The boy wanted to keep smoking the pipe and feeling good so he agreed. Chad quickly took the boy by the arm and found a big vein then quickly gave him the injection. He told the boy to sit back and completely relax and coughing is normal and just completely relax that the extreme rush and heat and wave of extreme high will smooth out and to just completely focus on how good it feels. "Relax and let your body surrender to the awesome feeling." As he did, Chad and Justin did their slams then got down in front of the boy and when the boy opened his eyes he saw both of them completely naked in their converse and wearing no towels. He was sitting back in the chair naked in his Converse and no towel, and he looked up and noticed that the huge big screen TV in front of him was playing porn but there were no girls only men and boys. He felt a pinch at his ball sack for a second because Chad gave the boy's cock a shot of Caverject, and the boy looked down and saw that his cock was growing and getting hard. He started to be embarrassed, but Chad and Justin quickly grabbed a hold of the boys hard cock and looked up into his eyes and told him that they both want his cock. They told the boy that they want to worship and give extreme pleasure to his cock. They said they want his to just sit back and make his whole body relax and surrender his cock to them and let them take complete control of his cock and focus on how good it feels. As the boy laid back enjoying the most intense level of pleasure and high and horny that he never dreamed possible, he watched the porn and saw that boys were sitting back moaning while other boys were riding their cocks with their butt holes, and he saw that there were no condoms. The boys riding started begging the boys for their cum telling them "please, come inside me." That is when Chad and Justin looked deep into the boys eyes and told him that is what they want to do to him. They want to ride his cock with no condom into their butt holes and milk his big boy cock. They told the boy that they want him to just sit back and relax and enjoy the high and to completely surrender his cock to them while they milk out load after load out. As they took turns riding his raw cock, he looked down and saw their Converse next to his sides. He reached down and grabbed on to the rubber toe caps of them and held on while they milked him and made him cum inside deep. They kept the boy super high all weekend while they milked him of every drop of cum his balls could make and made him surrender to them completely and totally become their slave. From now on they owned his cock. and his balls will be trained to produce more and more cum until they naturally just produce cum all day and night

Yep. Sounds like opening of a joke but....two Catholic priests and a rabbi. Met the first priest in college. He was a hot 9x6 uncut 40ish boricua papi who worked at a catholic university and loved to dominate, humiliate and fuck the hell out of the rich whiteboy college students. We had a lot of fun times fucking around and working guys over together. The second priest I met 10 years later online. He tied me up spreadeagle on my floor, slammed me, slammed himself, stuck the used points through my nips and spent the night and most of the next day doing pretty much whatever he wanted. At some point during the session when we were both high as kites and I was still tied up he asked me if I’d ever have a problem having sex with a priest because that’s what I’m doing right now. Ummm...nope, thanks for the info and btw you have an interesting sense of timing. Picked up the rabbi at the gym. He was a hunky, hairy, bearded married guy and sexy as hell. He and I were FWB for several years and had a great time together in and out of bed. He eventually came out to his congregation, left his wife and moved in with a guy.

I see a lot of fresh meat at MAL all ready. I wonder how many will be converted and in a few week be pregnant.

3. Shay "Fucking take my poz cock," I grunted. I slammed my cock into the man’s body, pressing my balls against his firm ass. A bit more of my pre-cum dripped into his willing, raw hole. "Gonna infect you," I said. His eyes were locked onto my face; he was unable to look away from me. "Please," he grunted, "Breed my hole. Give me your virus." His pupils were wide and he had the glazed over look I associated with a properly tweaked-out fuck hole. But he had said he didn't party and hadn't even taken a hit from my pipe when I offered. He was coated with sweat; I wondered if the fuck had been that intense. I leaned in and whispered into his ear. "You've taken poz loads before?" I asked. His head nodded; I felt the motion more than I saw it. "How many loads have you taken?" "A lot," he whispered. "It feels so good," he started, then lost himself as my cock slid back into him. "So good when you're inside me," he finally finished. "I know. My raw poz cock. Dripping my dirty toxic seed. Right into your hungry, unprotected hole." He nodded again. The bottom relaxed and my dick went deeper into him. His hole was burning hot, like he had a fever. I remembered he had said something about not feeling well earlier. I had been too focused on the glass pipe, and then his mouth on my pipe to really pay attention though. His sweating and glassy look made it clear that he was definitely sick. "Fuck flu?" I asked. "You think you have it?" "Maybe," he said. I slammed my dick into him, trying to get as deep as I could. "I think so." If he was sick, it meant that my cum would do exponentially more damage than I had thought. "I hope so." My virus would slip in to him easily, and his body was going to be receptive to my gift. "When did you last take poz cum?" I asked. I tried to remember his name, but it had slipped behind the cloudy, druggy haze that fogged my mind. "A few days ago," he said. "And been sick since last night." "Who was it?" I asked. "A guy from on-line. His profile said he was poz." "And you let him cum in you?" "Yeah," he said. "Fucking beautiful cock. Big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. I had also remembered his name. "Plenty of AIDS cum for you, Doug." "I want it, Shay" he said. It was perfect. He was begging me for my toxic seed. There was no need to hide or dissemble. I could go as far as I wanted. Besides, nothing, absolutely nothing, felt as good as a neg hole wrapped around my poz cock. Clean. Healthy. All those polite euphemisms for not being infected felt so far away. I was dirty and diseased, and my partner wanted every drop of it. "Fill me up with your dirty seed," Doug said. It was what I needed to hear from him. What I wanted to do was dirty. It was depraved. But it was so perfectly simple. All I was going to do was cum in Doug's hole. But my semen was special. It was loaded with a virus that could kill, and hopefully, that virus had already started attacking him. "You keep this up, you're not gonna be neg for long." "Poz me up," he grunted. Any remaining doubts about his desires were gone. It was now my responsibility to breed his hole. My cock was throbbing, and I felt the familiar tingle. "Give me your dirty load." "Oh fuck," I grunted. I pulled out, all the way, then slammed back in and held it. "I'm getting close. You want my seed?" "Fucking breed me," he said. "Give me your poz seed." "You want it?" I grunted. "You want my poz cum? You want my disease?" "Please man, infect me," Doug said. "Fill me with your charged up cum." My dick was throbbing and my balls were churning. I wanted to cum in him so badly, but, at the same time, I wanted to prolong the nasty pleasures of pozfucking. "Give me your toxic seed. Your high viral load spooge," he continued, barely able to control his emotions. My dick was twitching. There was nothing so hot as a man who didn't just allow me to enter him without reservation or concern but begged for my disease. Doug had specifically requested no condoms. More than just accepting my infected dick, he welcomed it. He welcomed the virus I carried, and wanted me to inject it deep into his body. It was an exceptional level of acceptance by Doug. I hated rubbers, and only used them when it was necessary. Even then, the two I had in my wallet had several tiny pin pricks in the center. The jabs were just enough to puncture the rubber, and I would inject a small amount of olive oil. The heat from my body and the oil would be just enough to speed along the inevitable break-down of the rubber. For Doug to take all of my deadly manhood and welcome my toxic seed was a gift. It was a gift that I wanted to savor and enjoy. That I was tweaked out was a grace, one more experience that I wasn't sure I deserved. "Please, fuck me with that poz cock," Doug groaned. His eyes were closed, and the expression on his face was almost unreadable. It was simultaneously pain and pleasure; he knew what he was getting himself into by asking for my viral jizz. "Fill me with your poz seed." The sexual animal in him had taken over. All it wanted was pleasure. Doug knew that in order to satiate the hungry wild animal, he was going to have to take a load, and my load was the easiest to get. He was still rightfully terrified by the notion; that he was asking me bluntly and loudly for my virus scared him senseless. I could hear it in his voice. "Make me sick," he said, excited and terrified. He couldn't ignore how his dick had responded; how despite the relentless pounding of my manhood, the intense fever of his incipient fuck-flu, and the aching muscles as the virus invaded him, despite all of that, his cock was now rock-hard. "I'm gonna cum in you," I finally said. "Fuck you up with my poz cum." "Give it to me," Doug begged. I wanted to know what it felt like to cum inside of him. I wanted to fill him with my seed, and make him pregnant with my gift. "Inject your death into me," he said, in a voice I heard so often at the moment of orgasm. It was the voice of desperation, the voice of utter, unfathomable hunger. He needed this load far more than words could express, and that need was the trigger I required to finally give it to him. "You want it? You want my toxic sperm?" He nodded, smiling now, his eyes now open and focusing on the goal so close at hand. "Take it," I said, "Take my toxic load." I slammed my dick into him. The familiar tingle was there. Only a few more strokes, and I would get off. I slammed in and out, repeating and repeating, pushing myself right to the edge. I wondered what Doug would be like on crystal, if the insatiable, poz-hungry man he was could go deeper, further and darker. I imagined him in a sling, hitting the pipe repeated. Under the cloud's deadly influence, he would be muttering "Kill me." The thought of Doug tweaked and twisted was too much; my dick twitched and surged a bit deeper into Doug's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly, and my dick exploded in the older man's hole. "FUCKING," I yelped, as another jet of white-hot toxic cum spurt out of my dick. "POZZING YOU," I grunted as my deadly sperm landed deep in his hole. My dick was a machine gun, and I held down the trigger as my cum sprayed across Doug's gut. "I'm pozzing you," I continued. The pressure in my balls was finally relieved, as another spurt of cum erupted from my thick cock. There was nothing that compared to the underlying feelings. My fat, toxic, unwrapped cock was buried deep in his wet, unprotected, uninfected hole. I was cumming in him and depositing my high viral load semen deep in his hole. It was a beautiful moment, one that reminded me just how proud I was to be a man. Not just a man, but a man able to spread my seed and pass along my special gift. It was what my virus required of me, and I was more than happy to oblige. "You're cumming in me," Doug mumbled. He was jerking his cock, but it was only barely hard. "You're cumming in me. Your poz cum..." He clenched his ass around my shaft, and squeezed out another spurt of hot cum. "Your fucking toxic seed. In my hole." "Take it," I grunted, and shoved my cock back into him. It prompted another jet of deadly spooge into his hole. My balls were starting to drain, but I hardly cared. He was paying me more than enough for the rest of the day, and from his moans alone, much less his begging, he needed plenty of poz sperm. "Fucking take my poz seed," I moaned again and used my semen to shove my dick deeper into Doug. "Give it to me," Doug grunted. "Give me your toxic gift. Infect me with your dirty cum." His eyes were distant; his fever was affecting him and the virus already in his body was infecting his brain. Our actions were being totally drive by the drugs we had both consumed, our unique fetishes and lusts, and the disease ravaging our bodies. The one thing that was not providing any input to our decisions was our brains. Which is why, when the last few drops of cum dripped from my dick, I leaned in and kissed Doug. I don't kiss clients that often; it's an intimacy that I reserve for people that aren't paying me by the hour. But it felt like I had just given Doug a gallon of sperm; he had enough of my DNA inside of him to almost be me. His tongue quickly met mine, and guided me into his mouth. We kissed. As we kissed, my cock dribbled the last dregs of my balls into him. I had seen it drip out before. It was a sickly yellow fluid that even looked toxic. "It's in you," I muttered, between deep strokes of my tongue into his mouth. "My virus is inside you," I said, then kissed him once more, even before he could reply. "I know," he said. "It's in my gut. Deep inside me." He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me against his warm chest. He was wet from sweat, but it felt good against his feverish body. "Too deep to do anything," he continued. "That's where it will do the most good," I said. My dick throbbed at the thought. I had just dumped a load of cum in the man beneath me. It was a thick load of my poz cum, and he had begged me to give it to him. "Fertile fields for my seed," I whispered in his ear, as I rubbed my dick in and out of his hole. He knew I was working my seed into him, forcing it to enter his blood. "Where it can grow," he muttered. "Grow strong and powerful." "Take over your body," I grunted back. My dick was still hard. My balls also surprised me, and few more drops of spooge leaked out. This was the very bottom of the barrel jizz, the worst and nastiest flavor of poisonous cum. "Take over your mind." "Please, work it into me. Make me your child." He milked my shaft and I stroked in and out quickly, working the thick fluids into his body. "Give it to me." I kissed him again. "Breed me until I get it. Once more, I wondered what Doug would be like when he was spun. My dick would be inside of him again, dripping my deadly cum. "Breed me until I die," he would beg. "Fuck yeah," I grunted. My dick dribbled a bit more, but I was spent. "Fucking drained my balls." "Thank-you," he said. We kissed again, this time longer and slower. I had deposited my gift deep in Doug's anus. It was exactly what he had asked for: a hot, thick fluid filled with my virus and my sperm. In the next few minutes would, my sperm would swim deeper into his gut. The unwanted viral interlopers would follow along soon after. The sperm would drill tiny holes into Doug's gut, and the virus would use that to penetrate the blood stream. They would invade, overwhelm, and infect. "Thank you for your poz load," Doug said, almost reading my mind. "Of course," I said, shifting in a futile attempt to keep my now-soft cock buried in his ass. Unfortunately, it was pointless, and with a wet pop, my dick fell out of his hole. "Gonna keep my load up there?" I asked. "Yeah," Doug moaned. "Fuck yeah." He sounded tired, like the entire ordeal had taken something out of him. I had to agree with him; it had been a good workout draining my balls into him. But, I knew the crystal wasn't going to let me take a nap. I sat up next to him, and he lazily pulled a sheet over his body. "You mind if I do another hit?" I asked. I was in for a penny already, time to go in for a pound. "Hit?" he asked. "Oh. From the pipe." "Yeah," I said. He waved his hand. "Oh yeah. Sure." I pulled myself out of the bed, and found my pipe and torch in the galley. I did a hit, then pulled on my underwear and gathered the rest of my clothes. He had sat up a little bit when I entered the stateroom with my clothes. "Dressed already," he asked. "Although, I'm just gonna fall asleep soon." "Yeah," I said. It was a slow dance of parting, not wanting to explicitly say the encounter was over, but also realizing that if I didn't leave soon, I was going to want to fuck him again. I lit the torch and heated the pipe. "It's hot watching you hit that pipe," he said. "You've never done it?" I asked, before putting the pipe to my lips and inhaling. The thick clouds filled my lungs, and then immediately hit my bloodstream. I wanted to share the moment with him. "No. Not yet at least," he said. We were silent as I inhaled, then held the hit. "You like it?" "Hell," I said, then exhaled a thick white cloud. "Yeah," I finished. "Like nothing else. And fucking on it is intense." "One day I'd like to try it," Doug said. "I think it would be fun." "It would be," I said. I did another hit. Even as I put the pipe in my mouth, I knew it was too many. But Doug was staring at me, finding strange pleasure in the entire process of smoking crystal. "Really fun," I said, as I exhaled another thick cloud. Doug was transfixed. "And I can hook you up," I said, pushing it just a bit further. "Cool," Doug said. "That'd be awesome." I put on my shirt. He didn't stop me, but I was no longer worried about what would happen. He had just decided, even if he didn't know yet. He had just decided to partying with me. It might take him a while, but he would think back to this session, remember me, and wonder what it would have been like if we were both partying. I pulled on my shorts. The day was getting warmer, although Doug pulled another blanket over him. "Chill," he said, by way explanation. I smiled. The fuck-fun was wearing off, and the fuck-flu was returning. In addition, I had just turbo-charged Doug's disease with a deep injection of my HIV-infected seed. "Us partying?" I said. "Not awesome. It'll be fucking mind-blowing." I found my socks and put them on. "I can imagine," Doug said. Even in the warmth from the LA sun and the blanket, he still looked cold and sick. My dick twitched. It had contributed a thick load to help destroy Doug's body. Socks on, I stuck the pipe in my mouth once more. "Big hit?" Doug asked. I took a quick glance. The bowl was almost empty. "Maybe," I said. "Almost out." I lit the torch and held it under the bowl. Because there was so little crystal left in the bowl, it heated up quickly, melted and started to smoke. I inhaled deeply, letting it fill my lungs. I paced myself, and quickly smoked the very last of the tina. "Yeah?" Doug asked me. I nodded, then exhaled. It was a good sized hit. I had enough crystal in me to power through a few more hours of fun, and there was plenty of room for more. "Yeah," I finally said. "That's hot," Doug said. "Really hot." "We'll do it soon." "Definitely," Doug said. He looked exhausted. "Um, do you mind, letting yourself out? I'm too tired to get up." "Sure," I said. "There's an envelope for you on the table," he said, as I walked out. I grinned. Did it get any better? I got high, I got my dick sucked, I fucked a hot neg hole, I blasted it with my poz cum, and now I got paid for all of it. I waited until I got halfway down the pier before I opened the envelope. There were six crisp hundred dollar bills in it. My fee, plus a generous tip. I knew exactly what I was going to spend it on. As soon as I had counted the money, I texted my friend Leo. "Hey. You around?" Although, it was more accurate to call Leo my dealer and occasional fuck-buddy, rather than friend. He was furry otter-type, with a thick jewish cock, a warm hole, and some of the best shit in town. I had never known Leo to not be around, so I went ahead and ordered an uber to Leo's place before I heard back. Leo texted back before the Uber arrived. "Of course. Got a friend here playing. Come on over." Five minutes later, I was on my way. "On my way. There in 15." "Sweet. BTW, the boy likes his rubbers. You're gonna have to teach him better." "Sounds like fun. Start giving him another and playing with his butt." There was a longer wait. Three minutes. Then six. We were on the interstate, surprisingly traffic-free. "Done and done," Leo finally texted back. "Almost there," I wrote back. "Tell him I want to give him a booty bump." "He's already asked for one," Leo wrote back. Even though I had just had an amazing fuck, my dick was beginning to stir. The picture that followed, of a young man's ripe ass perfectly framed in a jockstrap, only made the throb worse. Luckily, the driver didn't notice or didn't care. A few minutes later, he dropped me off at Leo's building. "Here," I texted, almost as soon as I rang his doorbell. "Come on up," he said, and the door buzzed. It was a quick ride up the elevator, and Leo's door was just barely ajar. I stepped in; the curtains were drawn, and the hallway dim. I closed the door, locking it to ensure we had no unwanted guests. There was a slight haze in the air; the party had already started. "In the bedroom," Leo called out. "I know," I replied, as I kicked off my shoes, and shed my shirt. I brought my bag with me into the bedroom; it had a glass pipe that needed filling. The bedroom was just as dim as the hallway; the curtains were drawn even tighter, blocking out all of the late morning sun. There was a single lamp by the bedside; the bulb was tinted a washed-out red. It wasn't too bright, but it was more than enough to illuminate the ass of Leo's new friend. "You like?" Leo asked, as he pulled the young man's cheeks apart, exposing his tender young hole. "Hell yeah," I said. I reached down and stuck my hand in my shorts. It had been just long enough that my dick was stirring again. "So, Shay, this is James. James, meet Shay." Leo's hand had been on James's back, but he let it slide off and James stood up to face me. He was short and muscular, with a bit of hair on his chest, and the start of a beard. In the red light, his blue eyes had an almost angelic quality to it. He still had on the black jock strap, but I could tell it hid a nice-sized dick. Once we got him tweaked out, I hoped it would shrink into a useless boy-clit. My own dick stiffen at the possibility. "Hi," I said, unsure if I was supposed to shake his hand or pound his hole. "James here has been begging for a booty bump," Leo said. He turned back to James. "Haven't you?" James nodded enthusiastically. "I've got it right here," Leo said, turning his attention back to me. He had the booty bump already prepared. He had used a lube shot, rather than the standard needless rig. "Get him ready in all the important ways," Leo said. "Fuck yeah," James said. "Get on the bed," I said, motioning for him to get back on all fours. I wanted to see that perfect young ass once more. I could hardly wait to get my poz dick deep inside of James. The young man obliged, and jumped onto the bed. He took a second, and got himself aligned, his ass right at the edge of the bed, right at cock-height for me. I unbuttoned my shorts, and let them fall, pushing down my underwear at the same time. James was looking back, staring at my erect cock. "Fuck, this is going to be fun," I said. I lined up the lube shooter with James's hole. While I had been in the Uber, Leo had been playing with the boy's ass. James was open enough that it was easy to slip the length of the tube into James. "You want it?" Leo asked. "Last chance to do the right thing." "Fuck that," James said. "Give it to me." "You got it," I said, and pressed down on the plunger while slowly pulling it out of his ass. I was able to spread the crystal and lube all over his ass, and yet, made sure that not a single drop was wasted. "How does it feel, bro?" Leo asked. "Good," James said. "Warm. Wet." "You feeling that tina burn yet?" I asked. "Not yet," James replied. I let my dick rest in the crack between his ass cheeks. There was a bit of fuzz there, a sign that the boy was maturing into a man. "I bet you need a hit," Leo said to me. "Hell yeah," I said. Leo quickly produced a glass pipe, filled generously with crystal, and a pipe. I took it, and in short order, blew three thick clouds. "Fuck, that's good," I said. "I'll make sure you're well-provisioned," Leo said. "And you boy? How's it feeling?" "It's starting to hit," James said. "It's intense." His voice was heavily controlled as he struggled to maintain his composure. A bit longer, and he'd have no option but to give himself completely over to the drugs. "Fuck, that feels," he started to grunted. He rubbed his ass up against my cock, but was starting to lose words. "You want it?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "But..." he started and trailed off. "But?" I asked, lining up my cock head with his hole, then just teasing it for a second. "Can you, well, you know. Use a rubber?" Fear had brought him back to reality. The question was dumb, but I didn't mind. He was young, and probably didn't know any better. No one parties and plays safe. It's all about barebacking. And if he was afraid of barebacking and afraid of getting something, that meant he was most definitely negative. "No," I said. "I really don't think I can." "What? Why?" "Well, you see, my seed is unique. It carries my very special gift, and I need to share it with you." I pressed my dick gently against his hole. He didn't pull back from my dick immediately; if anything he pushed against it slightly. He wanted to stay healthy, but he needed, more than anything, to get fucked. Do you..." he started, than trailed off. He knew he had ask the question, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer. The tina was starting to hit him, and it was increasingly hard for him to remember the right answer to the questions. He wasn't thinking with his head any longer, and instead was thinking with his ass. It suited me perfectly. "Do I what?" I asked. It was time to throw him off-course. It didn't matter what he thought of my answers. I was going to fuck him raw, and breed his hole. "Do you have. you know. AIDS? Because. Well. I don't want to get sick. You know. Get the virus." "I know. That's important. You need to keep yourself healthy. And I don't want to give you a disease." I continued to rub my dickhead against his hole. He was still pressing back. "But you still need to get fucked, don't you?" "Yeah," he said. He pressed back against me, and for a second, I thought my dick was going to pop into him. But he held back, and teased my cock with the promise of so much more. "You need a dick in you, don't you?" "Yeah, but I'm afr...," he started. I cut him off before James went any further, rubbing my dickhead against his hole. "Focus on the pleasure," I said, feeling the shiver run across his body. I wanted my dick inside of the young man. I wanted to feel that shiver of pleasure from the inside. "But," he started again. I motioned to Leo, who was standing by with the pipe. Before James could complete his objection, the glass stem was back in his mouth, and he was staring at the torch warming up the bowl. "Don't worry about things you can't control," I said. "Just focus on what feels good. What you can enjoy." I watched him inhale the thick white cloud. "Do a good hit for me," I continued. "That's awesome," Leo said. "Now hold it," he continued as he handed me the pipe. I sucked down on it slowly, enjoying the slight chemical taste of the smoke. "That's good," Leo said. "It's just today. It's just one guy. He was holding James's hand, comforting the boy as he struggled with the drugs in his lungs, and the poz cock at the entrance to his hole. Leo was almost as good as I was at persuading the reluctant. It was about normalizing it and not making a big deal. Making it seem like the natural thing to do. "Exhale," I said, knowing James needed the oxygen. "Feel good?" I asked James as he exhaled the thick cloud. He nodded. "What are you thinking about?" "Fuck," he moaned. His voice was a bit distant. Between the booty bump and the hits he had done, he was now officially tweaked. "Thinking about your cock. Rubbing up against my hole." "He wants you to get inside him," Leo said. "Yeah," I said. "I want to be in you. Nothing between us. Fucking like men are supposed to fuck." "Yeah," James said, "Just." He was about to say something. "Leo, what do you think?" I asked, carefully cutting James off before he could say anything. "You should take it. It's an amazing cock," Leo said. It was true and accurate. He continued. "You can always ask him to pull out," Leo said. "I'm sure he would listen to your request." True, but not quite accurate. James only thought he had a choice. No matter what, he was going to get bred this morning. "There's so little danger. It's just a fuck. And you know you want it." "Let me fuck you," I whispered into his ear. My dick was pressed against his hole, waiting to slide in. "It'll feel amazing." "Fuck, I want you. Fuck me," James said. He arched his back, and with silent pop, my dickhead penetrated James. "That's damn amazing," I said. "My dick. Your hole." I pressed in a bit further, feeling how warm and alive the boy was. It was going to be fun to help corrupt him. "It feels amazing," James said. "But. Just don't cum in me? You got that?" he asked. "I hear you," I said. I carefully didn't want to commit to something my cock wasn't going to be able to uphold. Already, I could feel the pre-cum dripping into him. It was just as toxic as my load. "Good," James said. "Just don't cum in me. I don't want to get sick," he mumbled. I pressed another inch of my cock into him. "Or die," he gasped as my cock buried itself deeper in his raw hole. "I don't want to make you sick. I just want to have a good time, I said. I was almost entirely in him. Only a last raw inch. "You understand?" I asked. "Yeah," he said. "I want a good time too. Make you happy." "Best way to make me happy is get me off," I said. "I know. I want to make you happy. Just don't cum in me," he said, one last time. "I want to do a hit, ok boy?" He nodded. Leo caught my eye. "Yeah," I said, and he stuck the stem in my mouth. He heated up the bowl and I inhaled. "I want you to forget everything," Leo whispered to me as I inhaled. "Forget rules. Forget promises. Forget logic." I continued to inhale. "The only thing you should remember is pleasure. Remember only how good your dick feels. Remember only how much you love orgasm." Even though I had been high for a few hours, each hit was still pushing me to new heights. It was going to be amazing, getting to fuck James. I nodded, and Leo took the pipe away. This time, instead of giving it to James, he took it and inhaled. My cock slid in the rest of the way, fully holstered in James's hot hole. The young man was impaled on my dick, and it was time for me to fuck him like he deserved. In front of me, Leo exhaled his hit. "Fuck him up good," he said. "He needs it." It didn't matter if Leo was talking about drugs, virus, or sex. Today, James was going to get all three of them. I pulled out, leaving just my dickhead in James's hole. "FUCK," I grunted, and pushed back in. The young man accepted me into his body, and was practically milking my cock, trying to extract my load. James might have said one thing, but his actions revealed his true desires. He needed dick. He needed cum. Most of all, he needed the virus. "Oh damn, your hole," I grunted, as I found my pace. "So fucking nice." James just grunted with each of my strokes. The booty bump was hitting him full-on, not to mention getting fucked. It was all so completely overwhelming that he couldn't do much else than moan in pleasure. "Oh fuck," he repeated, a mantra repeated for sustenance and comfort, not a phrase carrying any import. Together, we got lost in our individual pleasure. My dick was in his raw ass and his ass was my very own condom. It wasn't long before the drips of pre-cum turned into a steady drizzle, going directly into his hole. He was just high enough to notice the change, but not smart enough to know what had caused it. "Feels good," he grunted. "Your dick. In me." "I know," I said. Leo leaned in and kissed me. His lips were bitter, chemical-tasting and salty. I recognized the taste immediately; it was the taste of crystal. I licked his lips, then stuck my tongue back in his mouth. He touched his finger to his lip. A white dust stuck to them. "Gave you a little extra there," he said. He kissed me again, and the crystal taste was prominent on his lips. I licked them all over again, then continued to kiss him. "Giving James a little extra too," I said. "Dripping into him right now." "He needs it," Leo said. "He needs a lot," I replied, slamming my cock into James's hole. My balls slapped against his thighs. "Don't you, boy?" I said, louder. "Fuck, man. I need your dick," James said, between my thrusts as I'd stab my dick deep into his ass. I thrust it in deep, then carefully flipped the boy over. It took a bit of work, but James understood the importance of keeping my cock in him for as long as possible. Soon enough, I had him on his back and his calves were resting on my shoulders. He was looking at me, looking at Leo, looking at our bodies. His eyes were darting around, as he tried to understand why I was fucking raw him, and why he needed it so badly. "Give him a little more," I said, motioning to Leo. Leo understood exactly, and had the pipe in James's mouth immediately. "Good hit, boy, understand?" James nodded as best he could as he slowly drained the bowl several times. It was a big hit, even for me. If James was as inexperienced as he seemed, a hit that size was going to be disastrous for him. "That's it James," Leo said, keeping the torch there a few seconds longer than strictly necessary. "Just a little bit more." James inhaled more, his lungs visibly swelling. "That's good. Now hold it for Shay," he said, finally pulling the pipe away. I leaned in for the kill. I pressed my lips against his, kissing him deeply, but also keeping him from breathing. I held my breath, keeping him from breathing in or out. He was reduced to marinating in the cloud he had just inhaled. "Exhale," I finally said. He did as he was told; the thick cloud momentarily obscured my view of him. "Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck that feels good." "Yeah?" I said. "You know what feels amazing?" He nodded, the crystal was taking over. "Your hole, boy. It's so warm. So wet. So hungry." I pushed a bit harder into him, pulled a little stronger on the way out. "You know what would feel so good?" "Yeah? What?" James whispered. "You letting me cum in you. Just once," I said. "Just once. Let a real man give you his seed." "Yeah," James said, barely loud enough for me to hear. There was a job to be done. But a barely whispered "Yes" demanded more. "You ever had a guy cum in you?" "Never," James said, a bit louder. "Jerk off thinking about it? Leo asked. He was lying down next to James now, running his hands over the boy's body. Anything James said, we could now both hear it. "Yeah, a lot," James said. "It's really hot." The crystal had broken some inhibitions. Now James was trying to convince himself to do what he always wanted to do. "It's really hot," James repeated. "To have you cum in me. A guy cum in me. So hot. Inside of me. Your sperm, in my guts." "It's what you need. Just once." It was part of the process. First, it was just for a second. Then it was to pull out. Now it was only once. But once would never be enough for a young man like James. He'd be back. "Make a real man happy," I said. It was always about me and my pleasure. "You'd knock me up," James said, barely loud enough. Then, he continued, louder. "Just once," he said. "Just once. It would be hot." "Fuck yeah," I said. "It's what you need. To be a proper bottom slut." I slammed my raw cock all the way back into his unprotected hole. He had just given me permission to cum in his hole, and I didn't have to hide anything now. "Knock you up good." "Knock me up," James said. I just smiled and shoved my dick deeper into him. He grunted, part in pain, part in pleasure. It was what I needed to hear, and I kicked my fucking into high gear. "Knock me up," he repeated as my dick forced itself deeper into his body. It seemed to go on for hours. I lost track of time, losing myself in the utter perfection of his hole. I dribbled pre-cum, the stream growing thicker over time. Finally, I recognized the familiar tingle down the length of my cock, the welcome tightening of my balls. "I'm getting close," I said. "Just once," James said. "Cum in me. Please." He squeezed his ass around my dick, milking out a few drops of pre-cum and pulling me ever closer to my orgasm. "Give me your load." He knew what to say. His begging was better than his denial. I loved pozzing up neg hole, but it felt better when it was a welcome blessing I was bestowing upon the man. "Fill you up with my hot seed." I wanted to whisper in his ear about the poz seed I was going to flood his guts with, but that would be later. Right now, it was about easing him into partying and barebacking. "I'm going to cum in you," I grunted. "Fucking give me your hot load," he said. It was just what I needed to hear. I slammed my cock into his hole one last time. "FUCK," I grunted, loudly. Loud enough for everyone to know I was breeding this boy. Loud for the neighbors to know what I was doing. My cock throbbed, my balls churned, and a jet of jizz shot out of my cock, landing in the warm embrace of James's ass. "Fuck yeah," I said, as another spurt made its way into the young man's hole. "Give it to me," James moaned, as he pressed his ass back up against me, eager to get every drop of my toxic fluid. "Cum in me. It's so fucking hot. Inside me." My cock spat out a few more doses of sperm. This was just the dregs of the dregs; most of my load was nestled deep within Doug's hole. But it was enough for James. "That feels fucking amazing." "Oh," Leo said, leaning in to kiss James. "You like getting bred?" "Fuck yeah," James said. "That was amazing." Leo produced a booty bump; he held the injector which was filled with thick mixture of lube and crystal. "You want another one?" Leo asked. "Fuck yeah," James said. "All the ones I can take." There was an ambiguity in the sentence: all the loads? or all the booty bumps. It didn't matter. Both were going to happen.

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

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

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

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

It was MY decision to bareback and MY decision when to be bred. It was a slow progression thru the funerals and walking dead when AIDS was seemingly killing all gay/bi men, safe sex, myriad promises from the pharmaceutical companies and bouts of depression that were tied to urges I couldn’t satisfy without being willing to accept HIV or AIDS as a consequence. Now that I’m moving more comfortably among like-minded men that seek breeding partners with a history like mine it’s a better life.

I guess this belongs here, when I was 23 I dated a priest. He was a freaky priest, it ass great !!! One day he told me to meet him at the Cathedral Basilica of Sts. Peter and Paul. I walked into the nave looking for him when he pulled me into a pew. He ripped open my pants and started fucking me dry. It took everything in me not to scream ! The saving grace was he at least was wearing a long coat that covered us. Once I got over the dryness, it was a great fuck ! The elements of danger and [banned word] added a lot to it. Did I mention there was a large requiem mass being said for former mayor Frank Rizzo. The cathedral was packed ! Ah the good old days !!!

Depending on the guy and the chemistry between us I can get into slapping and being slapped. But if you’re gonna slap me you should definitely expect to get slapped back at least as hard as you gave, if not harder.

Oh, THAT kind of cage. I was thinking about being in a cage at a party... centering my buttcrack between the bars for anyone walking by... stumbling outta the cage after 3 hours, weak-kneed... spooge and buttstink all over the bars of the cage at butt level... [EG] Sorry. Misunderstood "cage." Should've read more of the thread. Gotta go sit on my buttplug now.

What he said... I love a growing hog in my trough.

I think we all owe RawUK, a hearty thank you, if not a shag for creating this thread.

Dramamine is available otc and there are bracelets that I think work via accupressure. Of course, odds are you'll be rocking more than the ship@!

There are remedies for sea sickness

Part 2 - Clouds Paul handed me the pipe, found the torch, lit it, just the hissing sound itself turns me on. He put the flame to the bowl as I rolled it slightly, watching the white vapor develop and then began a slow inhale. I held it for a few seconds, enjoying the full, hot feeling in my lungs, before shotgunning it into his mouth. We traded the smoke back and forth a couple of times before letting it dissipate around us as we began to kiss, wrapping tongues and lips. Another hit for me, then he did one, we traded hits and saliva for a while, engaged in that passionate, intense making out of tina shotguns. My last hit, he didn’t want any, so I bent down and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth, letting the smoke swirl around it as I gently blew it out, then sucked him. Paul groaned. I could taste his precum, he was leaking quite a bit. I did one more pull, then administered another smoke and suck. “How about some g? I haven’t had any yet.” “Sure, that’d be great.” He got up and grabbed a bottle off an upper wall shelf and started to prepare the drug. As he did that, I leaned back onto the pillows and took in the room. It was older, a bit worn, but clean and he was keeping it neat. Clothes were folded or on hangers, towels stacked, luggage standing in a closet. Some bottles of soft drinks in one spot on a side table next to the mini fridge, everything was organized. A good sign, he was not a tweaking mess and we would not have the too frequent party situation when you can’t find a damn thing for all the clutter. As I watched him, I could feel my head and body buzzing from the t. My body was warm, slightly sweating. His stuff was good, that was sure. Paul handed me a glass full of Gatorade and drank his down, I did the same except just half. That’s how I like to take it, not all at once, to see how it affects me before I take the rest. Paul was at the tv and his laptop, browsing through some porn. “What do you like?” “Groups, interracial, gang bangs, whatever you want, I’m not that particular. Any pnp is hot, but I know there aren’t a lot where it’s explicit. I do like it when you can tell that the guys are high.” He settled on a longer one, a gang bang, then moved next to me on the bed. “I could taste your precum, wow you have a lot.” I reached over and rubbed the tip of his dick, massaging the liquid around his frenulum. “I don’t get much at all. Although I did find a way to make it happen, wanna see? It’s kinda strange.” “Sure, actually I like the way you're so open about what you want . Show me!” Reaching to the floor, I rummaged in my bag and took out a small, empty fleet enema bottle. As I reached for the pipe and torch, Paul said “Oh, I know this. Clouds up the ass.” “Nope, I’ve done that, this is something different.” I inhaled, held it in while I set down the pipe, squeezed the air out of the bottle, then exhaled into it. The plastic expanded, the white cloud trapped inside once I placed my finger over the tip. The rest of the hit I blew toward my cock. Carefully, I inserted the tip into my piss slit, then slowly squeezed, short bursts, the smoke entering my cock, hot, stimulating, some slight pain but very enjoyable. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that before! What’s it feel like? Do you get high off it?” “I don’t think it gets me high, but it’s intense, a bit of pain but feels good at the same time.” I replied. "The perviness of it is a mind fuck, too. Plus it makes me precum.” Demonstrating, I removed the enema tip and rubbed my cock head, releasing a stream of precum. He reached over, rubbing it. “Man, that’s real crystal dick!” We both laughed as he continued to touch me. My penis was limp, tiny, and my balls matched them, a small sac pulled up against my body. “You ever do three ways or groups?” was his next question. “Oh yeah, those are great, I’ve been gang banged a few times, too. Those were a lot of fun. I love an audience.” “I do, too. I’d love to watch you get fucked.” “I might be able to get someone here if you’re up for it. Want me to try?” “Sure, can you show me who you have in mind?” I opened my phone and signed in to a couple of sites, hunting for a regular that I had been messaging the last couple of days. I knew he had just got in to town, but he hadn’t been sure of his schedule. Sure enough, I found him online and showed his profile to Paul. “Nice! Does he party?” “Yes, he’s a top, gets kinky, too, really likes to be a dom with me.” My bud, Joe, was early 60’s, good body and a cock that was close to 8 inches. “What do you think? Invite him?” “Yes, ask him.” I tapped out a message, explaining what was up and included the address. In less than a minute my phone pinged with his response, “So my little faggot needs more cock? I’ll be there in about 45 minutes, maybe an hour.” When I told that to Paul, he laughed again and started to rub my taint, then fingered my hole. “I want to fuck this pussy first, you’re using my supplies so I get to open you up.” Rising to his knees, he yanked my head to his now soft dick. Taking all of him, I sucked and tongued him to a quick erection. He pushed me onto my back again, lifted my hips up and positioned pillows, pulled off my jock, then arranged my legs apart and back. My ass was elevated, my boihole was exposed. He dropped down and started to rim me. “Oh, man, that’s fucking awesome,” I started to moan, even writhe a bit, as his tongue first explored the area around my hole, then, after what seemed many minutes of pleasure, he started to tongue fuck me. Stroking my tina dick, which was hyper sensitive with all the clouds I’d inhaled and inserted into it directly, I continued to moan, telling him how fantastic his oral skills felt. Stopping, he rose up and positioned his cock at the entrance to my hole, then plunged in, going all the way in one single stroke. “Man, fuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” I was starting to babble a little, drugs and physical sensations crashing over me. “Your hole is so fucking warm, I can’t believe how open it is.” Paul started to fuck me, slowly, then quick and hard, varying the tempo while staring my face, gauging my reaction. After a good 15 minutes of pounding, he paused, still hard inside me, then held the glass containing the rest of the g to my lips. “Drink it” he ordered. Putting the glass down, he picked up the pipe and got the torch going. As soon as vapor formed, he put it to my mouth, still keeping the flame going. “Take it.” I complied, filling my lungs. He handed me the enema bottle, and I understood what he wanted next. Cloud into bottle, then into my cock. As I did that, he kept still, watching, his hard dick pulsing within. Once I had finished, he resumed fucking, staring hard into my eyes. I whimpered a bit, it was all a little overwhelming, the amount of pleasure a sensory overload. “You like how a real man’s cock feels, pussyboi? You like it in your boicunt?” “Yes, oh fuck, man, don’t stop.” “You really are a little meth whore, aren’t you.” “Yes, fuck, I know.” Bending down, he spit on my face. I let out a sound, a whimper, yelp and moan all in one, at the abuse, and the recognition. Paul thrusted harder and faster. “Say it. Say what you are.” “Faggot. I’m a fag and a pussyboi.” “What else?” “A meth whore.” Once again, spit hit my face, then a light slap. The fucking continued, hard, my hole totally open and wet. Totally needing his dick inside me. Again, he bent toward me, but this time he kissed me, and we started to make out. This was turning into one hell of a drug-fueled hate fuck and I was falling into a state of total submission.

Part 10 - June 2017 The show had sold out and the opening night went better than everyone expected and ran without a hitch. Louise naturally received rave reviews from the critics for her polished performance like she had never been away from the stage. Byron didn't fair to bad either and the top Broadway critic cited Byron as 'Giving a stunning dance performance and one to watch'. The standing ovations received every night and Byron was receiving cheers and loud applause when taking the curtain call on his own before Louise. Byron received a text from Marcus telling him he would be back in town at the end of June for a week. As the month passed Tyler knew that Byron was meeting this Marcus. He joked saying he wanted to meet Marcus as it was obvious Byron had a hell of a crush on him by the way he spoke about him. Thankfully Byron was only doing the matinee show on Saturday and had the evening off. To say he was excited was an understatement when the curtain finally dropped. Marcus stood outside the cast door at the rear of the theatre. Byron squinted coming out in to the sunlight with Tyler and he immediately made out who the person was leaning against the wall. He ran over in to the arms of Marcus standing there hugging each other so tightly not wanting to let go. Tyler looked at them and saw that Byron was very fond of the guy standing there, maybe this was the guy he was in love with he thought to himself. Tyler couldn't quite see Marcus fully until Byron brought him over. For the first time Marcus seemed to go all shy when introduced to him, something that was so out of characteristic with him. Byron wasn't stupid and could see the way Tyler was looking at Marcus and vice versa. Tyler left them and took a fleeting glance back over his shoulder at Marcus. Byron and Marcus headed off to have a late lunch and caught up on all their news until early evening, they slowly walked back to Byron's hotel. Byron looking at him spoke "This is the first time we have been alone" he said. "I know, we always seem to have people around" Marcus replied a little nervously. Byron smiled "Tyler seemed quite taken with you" he said sitting back in his seat "and you with him". Marcus gave Byron a cheeky look "Was I that obvious". Byron laughed "I think you two should go on a date, you know, see if there is any magic". Marcus grinned "Maybe" he said "and us?" he asked. Byron took a deep breath "Do you want to get it out of your system" he asked "I know I do". Marcus looked at him "I really want to, but I don't want it to ruin our friendship" he replied quietly. They stared at each other "You know I want to" Marcus finally said. Marcus had the biggest crush on Byron ever since they first met, something they didn't know each other shared in secret. He brushed Byron's hand then grabbed it holding it firmly and giving a squeeze. Byron held the door open and Marcus walked with him to the elevator, the door closed behind them heading up to the 31st floor. Marcus stood in front of Byron placing an arm around Byron neck he rested his head against Byron's neck. Byron placed his arms around Marcus and held him close. The cute sexy Marcus, American Italian of descent smelt and looked wonderful he thought standing there until the elevator slowed and pinged. They walked the short distance and Byron unlocked the door with his phone letting Marcus enter before him. He stood nervously watching Byron's every move. Byron took Marcus's hand, he was burning inside. This was the closest he had been to Marcus and he was beginning to loose faith if anything was ever going to happen. Marcus laid back on the bed and pulled Byron down until he was half on top of him. Byron took the cue and leaned forward his lips touching Marcus's lightly then increasing the pressure of each kiss, Marcus pulled Byron down their lips parting. Bryon tenderly kissed him using his tongue to lick Marcus's bottom lip until he was sure. They kissed deeply locked together and began undressing each other. Their clothes entangled on the floor, laying on the bed naked kissing and feeling each other, both feeling this was so right. In tune with each others desire each vying for top position, Marcus who had more experience seductively slipped Byron's leg over his then rolled Byron on to his back nestling between his legs. Marcus raised his head and kissed the top of Byron's nose 'Do you have a condom?' he asked fixated on Byron's eyes, he shook his head. Marcus kissed Byron again 'I am poz' he quietly confessed. Byron stroked the side of Marcus's face starring in to his eyes 'you don't need one' he replied nodding his head indicating he too was poz. Marcus smiled and moved towards Byron's lips as they embraced and kissed again. Sexually Marcus could feel the time was right, he began kissing Byron's body passing over his nipples. His hand took hold of Byron's cock gently caressing it he look up and smiled. Turning Byron's body over he ran his hands up along the legs and lightly bit on the ass cheeks of Byron causing him to giggle and wriggle. Marcus licked up along the hole slowly emphasising his stroke, 'oh fuck' Byron cried out raising his head before collapsing back down. His senses overloaded from every touch and lick his body endured. He heard Marcus spit and felt the saliva land directly on his hole. The kissing progressed along his spine working up to his neck, gasping he felt the head of Marcus's cock working up between his cheeks. One fluid slow motion Marcus slipped the head of his cock straight in to Byron's ass. He bit down hard on the pillow, his eyes opened wider feeling his hole give way allowing Marcus to push slowly and purposefully in to his ass. His left foot jiggled on the bed gasping in to the pillow as he felt more and more of Marcus being inside him. The weight of Marcus's body rested on his back. Marcus kissed the side of Byron's face, he lifted his head and turned to face him their lips meeting urgently, tongues fighting against each other, mouths locked together drowning out their sexual moans. Marcus held on to Byron's hands, his hips began to slowly push down and up, he could feel Byron's hands tightening their hold against his. His body never lifted off Byron, he continued the slow pace of grinding and fucking for over thirty minutes. Marcus stopped kissing Byron and looked him in the eyes for a moment before Byron pushed his ass up and forced his mouth back on to Marcus's to kiss him harder. Marcus began to pick up the pace, his cock deep inside Byron became slicker with the precum being liberally applied. Byron's breathing became rapid and the moans getting louder in his head were lost in the mouth of Marcus. Their bodies were so connected it looked perfectly natural. Marcus sensed his orgasm building and upped the pace of his fucking. Byron completely understood the changes in Marcus's body, he stopped and kissed him 'oh god yes' he said pleadingly looking in to his eyes. His body began to slowly tense up as the orgasm began taking over him. He raised his head and pushed his hips down hard locking his cock deep in to Byron. The pressure release like a catapult 'Byron' he called 'oh Byron' he called again slamming his hips harder grinding Byron's ass in to the bed. Byron cried and gripped Marcus's hands tighter feeling the cock inside pulsing. Marcus collapsed on top of Byron breathing hard emitting little cries of pleasure and kissing his neck. Byron turned his head and began kissing Marcus tenderly stroking his neck. Marcus pulled back and looked at Byron who smiled back 'my turn' Byron said. Marcus pulled his cock slowly out of Byron and rolled on to his back allowing Byron to slip on top of him and resume their kissing. He slipped between Marcus's legs, feeling a little cautious since this would only be the second time he had fucked someone. The first time didn't really count as it was an angry fuck on Darren to put him in his place. His whole body felt different and ready to do this, taking a cue from how Marcus did it he lifted his legs and looked at the smooth ass and hole. Gently he lowered his head and ran his tongue along Marcus's hole. He heard Marcus gasp and moan, gradually applying more pressure he was kissing and probing the hole trying to rustle up enough saliva to coat it ready. Marcus rested his legs over Byron's shoulders as he moved upwards leaning over him. Byron spat in to his hand and rubbed it over his cock and positioned the head against hole slowly nudging it. Byron moaned feeling his cock opening Marcus and slipping in. Marcus moaned and held on to Byron's arms looking in to his eyes. Their gaze fixed on each other, Byron pushed more and loved watching Marcus's reaction in his face that was mixed with pure pleasure and feeling. Byron repositioned his legs, his cock fully immersed he began to slowly pleasure Marcus. The eyes pleadingly looked up at him, his hands roamed over Byron's arms and chest coming to rest on his thighs and holding on to them. Byron was already close, he had edged several times from Marcus fucking him. He slowed down and began long slow strokes controlling himself and allowing Marcus to feel as much pleasure as he was getting. Looking down at Marcus and his stunning looks, beautiful body was driving him wild. He wanted to stay like this forever with him, make love every day and be able to look at that face full of enjoyment. Byron leaned forward and kissed him and brushed his lips against Marcus's mouth. Without knowing his hips picked up speed and intensity, Marcus arched his head back moaning. Byron steadied himself feeling the tingling in his balls from slapping up against the ass of Marcus. He looked down knowing he was about to ejaculate and their eyes fixed on each other again. Marcus gripped Byron's thighs harder almost pulling him in further 'fuck' he called out to Marcus slamming in hard 'urrrhhh' he cried several times his body jolted pushing deeper in to Marcus who moaned loudly. The orgasm shuddering through his body in to Marcus as he released a torrent of poz seed in to him. He felt unable to move as if his body was stuck in this position riding the orgasm through to completion. Byron fell forward exhausted, Marcus's legs fell to around his waist, laying on top his cock still half inside Marcus, Byron tried to catch his breath. Marcus held him kissing his neck and stroking his back. They laid together for over an hour in each others arms kissing then repeating their love making several more times over the night and following day. "How is your man?" Marcus asked stroking Byron's head. Byron rolled on to his stomach "Which one?" he chuckled. Marcus laughed "The straight one, does he really love you?" he asked. Byron looked at him "Yes" he replied "So he tells me". "So what are you going to do about it?" Marcus turned on to his side facing Byron. Byron felt disheartened "I have no idea, I do like you though" he said laying his cards out. Marcus smiled "I like you Byron, but I want to be your friend not lover" he replied kissing him. Byron smiled "Can we have sex though?" he asked "I like fucking you". Marcus slipped on top of Byron "You try and stop me" he said kissing Byron and sliding his cock inside. They spent and hour trading rough flip flop fucking until both of them had cum in each other again. Byron wasn't generally a top but he found a crazy liking for fucking Marcus. Marcus rolled off Byron wiping from sweat from his face "Hell you are such a good fuck partner" he said. Byron laid with his head against the pillow and giggled "That is Tyler's doing" he replied. "No way!" Marcus laughed "I did wonder if you two had done it" he smiled "and?". Byron leaned up "Amazing" he made a gesturing with his hand indicating how big he was. Marcus laughed and slapped Byron's ass "He is handsome and sexy" he said looking up at the ceiling. Byron chuckled "He was tongue tied when he saw you" he said looking at Marcus. Marcus smiled "Hook us up, let's do a threesome with him" he suggested "That way I can get to know him". "Fuck yes" Byron grinned "definitely if you are serious?" he replied. The following week Marcus was laying on Byron's bed when there was a knock at the door. Byron had kept quiet about Marcus being there, when Tyler walked in the room seeing Marcus naked on the bed he smiled at Byron 'For me?" he asked laughing. The three of them enjoyed a night a steamy sex and Byron felt there was chemistry going on between Marcus and Tyler when they had both stopped fondling and playing with him. It was the first time Byron had ever done such a thing, he need not have worried though as Tyler made sure Byron was getting it both ends at the same time and never left out. Byron made them both laugh accusing Americans of turning him in to a little slut. Over the times they spent together Byron encouraged and pushed Tyler and Marcus together. There wasn't much help needed as they both seemed to find an mutual attraction and liking for each other. By the end of June Marcus had to fly back to LA, his parting words to Byron and Tyler was they had to keep each other sexually happy. Tyler kept a brave face but Marcus was more visibly upset leaving both of them behind.

Chapter 20 Brandon The next month went much the same way. I would meet Scotty for our morning runs and at least three or four times a week I'd follow him home for a mutual sucking session. He'd always play with my hole as he was blowing me each time going in a little deeper. I found I really liked it, which scared the shit out of me. I could tell Scotty was trying to be patient with me. He never said a word but I knew he was getting frustrated that I wouldn't let him fuck me. So I did what every mature grownup does, I started avoiding him. Hey don't judge, I'm only 19. It had been about a month since my last blow job. I was horny as hell and I really did miss Scotty. I hadn't seen him in so long but was embarrassed for avoiding him. He'd texted me a couple times and at first I responded that I was too busy but then I just started to ignore him so of course he stopped texting. I felt really guilty but at this point I didn't know what to do. One of the best parts of my job was getting to know Matty. Even though we worked in different offices he'd been really helpful in showing me the ropes of working in a medical office. I loved how irreverent and funny he was, not to mention we were closer in age and he was hot as hell. It was officially 30 days since my last blow job and my right hand just wasn't cutting it. Matty and I had been eating lunch together every day. He'd come over and we'd eat in my office's small break room. I offered to go to him but he said their break room was being used for storage so there wasn't room. I just needed to check out my last patient of the morning then it'd be time for lunch. He was an older guy, I'd say about Scotty's age but not nearly as hot. I was making his follow-up appointment when I noticed he had the same tattoo on his wrist that uncle Pete and Scotty had. He saw me staring at it and asked, "you like my tat son?" "Oh, yea it's nice." "You got yours yet?" "Ahh, not yet sir." "Well, if you ever want a dose of my venom just let me know. I love sharing the gift." What the fuck! I just nodded, he smiled and left. I'd never really given that tat much thought but between Scotty's comments and that last guy it got me thinking. I had a little time before Matty was due so I jumped onto google to do some research. Working in a doctor's office I at least knew the tattoo was a biohazard symbol. What I didn't know was why anyone would want that permanently on their body, even if it did look really hot. I typed in biohazard tattoo meaning and my mouth hit the floor when I saw the result. Fuck me! Did that mean that guy, Scotty and my uncle were all HIV positive? That would explain Scotty's lecture about gifting and never wasting cum but damn that was a lot to digest. So of course that's the exact moment Matty walked in. "Hey cutie, how's your Wednesday going?" I quickly closed the web page and smiled at him, "it's been good yours?" "You look guilty, what were you just looking at," he asked with a wicked grin on his face. "Ahh, oh, nothing. I was just doing a bit of research." "Hmm, sure you were. Anyone ever tell you, you turn bright red when you get embarrassed?" "Scotty tells me that all the time," I responded guiltly, realizing I hadn't seen him in a month. "Come on let's eat, I'm starving." I got up and lead him to the break room. He caught his breath and I stopped and turned back to face him. "Well whatever you were researching, it seems to have gotten you rather excited," he said staring right at my crotch, which left absolutely no doubt whatsoever that I was rock hard. Well fuck me! "I, umm, yea, I, umm." "Yep, fucking adorable." He patted my ass and walked into the break room. He sat down and said, "okay, spill it, what's got you so horned up?" "Nothing, really it was nothing." "Right, if your cock was any harder it would have ripped out of your pants." I blushed even more. "I was just seeing what a tattoo meant." "Uh ah, and just what's this mysterious boner inducing tattoo?" He was really enjoying my discomfort. "The biohazard symbol," I answered quietly. "Well it's about fucking time!" "Wait, what?" "Scotty has been patiently waiting for you to pull your head out of your ass and realize your one of us." "I'm sorry, what?" "Come on Brandon. You're a smart boy, you know what I'm talking about." He reached over squeezed my hard cock, unzipped my pants, pulled my dick out and swallowed me whole. I was so horned up I shot my load in seconds. Then, without even thinking I took Matty's cock out and went to town. "Yep, you're nothing but a slut like the rest of us. It's time for you to aknowldege your place among us, stop being such a coward, take a dick up your fucking cunt and join your true family." With that he'd started cumming, and before I knew what was happing I was shooting my second load all over the floor. Damn! I had never shot a second load so fast. Matty patted my head, zipped up his pants, grabbed his lunch and said, "you know what you need to do. Scotty's been more than patient with you. If I were him I'd have taken your cherry weeks ago." He looked me straight in the eye and said, "stop pussyfooting around and embrace your destiny." With that he grabbed his uneaten lunch and left the room. I spent the rest of my lunch break in a state of aroused shock. I spent the next two days in even more of a haze. Matty didn't come over for lunch either and all I could think about was getting fucked by Scotty, taking his deased cum deep inside my ass. I mean I'd already swallowed his loads countless time, wasn't this just the next logical step. I watched lots of barebacking porn and consistently shot the biggest loads when the guys fucking had biohaz tats. I even watched videos on how to clean out to make sure I would be properly prepared to take a dick up my ass. I was still nervous as hell but if I didn't get fucked and fucked soon I think I was going to lose my sanity. So Saturday morning I made sure I was cleaned out, put on my old running shorts that left nothing to the imagination and headed out to change my life forever.

Chapter 4; I sent the video to Sir via WhatsApp, and went to sleep. I awoke the following morning having slept an extra hour than usual, and felt refreshed, and exhilarated. I checked my WhatsApp messages. Sir had seen the video, but had not responded. I wonder what he thought of it. I had breakfast, then went and done some gymnastics training, then late afternoon Peter and I went fishing, which we would do from time to time. We would sit there on the river bank, sometimes in complete silence, sometimes having a full on conversation. We had sat there in silence for about an hour, and all I could think about was not only what happened with Sir yesterday at school, but lastnight too. The video he made me make, and his request for the new video I were to make tomorrow night. I was bursting to let all what was bubbling up inside me out, so, out it came, and I told my twin brother literally everything. And even showed him the video I had made. When I showed him the video he squirmed like he did in the car yesterday when I was telling him what had happened. Watching me finger my cunt seemed to be arousing him! - Well I think I should be holding the camera and filming you when you do the video tomorrow night that Mr Jackson wants you to do. - Are you comfortable watching me masturbate, and saying what he wants me to say? He initially answered via a look. Looking deep into my eyes. A look that said; ''I want to FUCK you brother''. - Yeah, why not. We do everything else together. Despite being a nerdy kind of a geek guy, my twin loved dancing and dance music, and tonight he was for the first time going to a dance club in town. It was straight but that didn't bother me, so I joined too. It was a great night, two fresh 18 years old twins (one geek and one gymnast) dancing all night long, and getting drunk. Towards the end of the night Peter started snogging this girl on the dance floor. A 19 year old girl called Amy who for the next few weeks he would go on many dates with until they officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. As they snogged on the dance floor I headed for the toilets as I was busting to go. I had a huge wee in the urinal, washed my hands, then went to exit the toilet area when one of the bouncers walked in; - Sir, we suspect that you have been dealing drugs in here tonight. I need to do a search on you in this cubicle here, this way please. - But, but ... I, I don't use or sell drugs, honestly, I ... - I still need to search you Sir. Who was I to argue. I was drunk, and this guy was a big burly hulk of a man. I went into the cubicle where he ordered me to my knees. He unzipped and pulled out a soft yet very fat and veiny dick, with a set of big balls that were smooth, obviously shaven. - Make me hard. Lick my balls, faGGot. Satisfy me and we won't take this drug thing any further. Drug thing? That was just one big ruse to use my mouth for his pleasure. I licked his big balls slowly, over and over for ages as he stroked his dick until it was fully erect. Once at full mast I was made to continue to lick his balls as he continued stroking, with his head resting against the door as his head tilted upwards with his eyes shut. And only after a few short minutes he was leaking a lot of pre-cum. There happened to be a waist height glory hole between the cubicle I was in, and the next, where a cocky fit skinhead in his mid 20s was fucking a similar aged lass with huge fake tits. She was moaning very loudly with her screams mixing in with the dance music from the other side of the toilet doors. My bouncer spoke; - Yeah, that's it, FUCK her. FUCK her! - Is that you Bob? [ The skinhead questioned ] - Jason? [ Bouncer Bob quizzed ] - Yeah ... Just fucking a bird with huge knockers. - I can hear. Found myself a fresh faGGot ... Oi, fag, look through the hole, tell me what you can see. - I just see Jason's ass darting in and out, he has his back to us. - I see. Climb on the toilet, and look over the partition. Watch and learn. I did as ordered, as any good little sub would, and the woman getting fucked looked up at me and smiled. She said; - We have an audience. Jason turned his head and looked up at me. He then turned the woman who he was fucking around so they were side facing to me, and he continued to stare at me, smirking, as he continued to fuck. - Oi, faGGot, time you came down and finished me off. Get down here and lick up my pre cum. I got off the toilet and back onto my knees, and began to slurp up the huge amount of pre cum that was oozing from his fat dick. Once I had cleaned him up he shoved his meaty tool to the back of my throat, pulled my head in tightly, skull fucked me for a short 30 seconds or so, then grunted, held my head in tight to his pubic area, and ejaculated straight down my throat, grunting continually. He pulled out, spat on my face, then left the cubicle with his dick still erect and hanging out. He knocked on the door to the next cubicle; - Jason, it's Bob, let me in. The skinhead stopped fucking, opened the door, came out, and Bob took his place, and having just blown his hot salty load down my throat was now fucking a woman. Before I could even process my next thought skinhead Jason marched into my cubicle where I was still on my knees, and shoved his dick to the back of my throat, and, skull fuck number two commenced. Again, a short 30 seconds and I was taking another load down my throat. My first sexual experience with Mr Jackson yesterday, and now two loads of cum swallowed in quick succession on a night out with my twin brother. I never knew how much fun being 18 years old could be! ... I very much looked forward to learning, and exploring my inner PiG! 🐽

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Chapter II Well a bad start to the day had almost turned tragic when I almost ran over a hitchhiker in the rain. Had stopped and picked him up and now we were at my destination. I had now offered to let him clean up in my motel room shower and he had accepted gladly. A completely striaight man with a wife and kids and no knowledge of pretty much anything gay and had no idea what my offer was to lead up to soon or the way it would change my life. I went in and checked in and then we unloaded my car and went to my room. It was still raining so by the time we got everything out of the car and inside, we were both pretty well soaked. I had been in the service so to strip down to get dried off was not a big deal around another guy. Wasn't something I even thought about and definitely not in a sexual way. I had told him he could shower first and as we stripped down we were still talking about just everyday things. As he got his lowered and stepped out of his jeans I noticed he was commando and when he straightened back up is when it happened. I had just stepped out of my jeans and was saying something to him when I happened to glance down. I completely stopped midsentence and stared with my mouth open. He had a cock that had to be 10 to 11 inches just hanging there and was huge around also. I had never seen anything like that before. Then it dawned on me that I had stopped talking and was staring and was sure he had noticed and I turned away to place my wet clothes out next to the heater to dry out. While I was laying my clothes out he went into the restroom and I heard the shower come on. The sight of his cock has hit me in a way no other one ever had. I had seen plenty of cocks in my life but his was so large it basically had taken me aback and to my surprise my own cock had twitched and started to fill out towards hard too. Did stay like that for long but it definitely caught me by surprise doing that. I put it off to not having sex with my wife in so long. It didn't take him too long to shower and clean up. He yelled at me and wanted to know if I wanted him to just leave it on or turn it off. I told him to go ahead and leave it on as i needed a little rinse off too more than anything. I headed towards the shower as he was coming out drying his hair and couldn't help myself as my eyes went down to look at that cock of his again. I almost gasped as it was now about half way up and wow what a monster it was and I couldn't help wondering what it would do to a woman's pussy. Had to tear one up and make it almost unusable to any other guy. I was again somewhat surprised that my own cock stirred again at that sight. After a quick shower I came out to get dressed and found my new friend already dressed and packed to go. I told him, hey, don't leave yet, let's go eat first, besides it is still raining. I went on to say it would help pass the time anyway and see if it quit coming down. He accepted and after I got dressed we headed to the motel cafe for supper. As we ordered and started to wait, it dawned on me I had never asked his name and did so now. He told me his name was Steve. We had a nice meal and a good talk. When we were finished and got up to leave we found that the rain still had not stopped and actually might be coming down harder even. I told Steve he could come on back up to the room and watch tv and see if the rain would finally let up later instead of trying to stand out in it or even just sit around the lobby waiting. He accepted and we went back to my room. It felt nice to have someone, if only for a while to talk to and not have a boring night like I thought it would be. We settled in but it didn't take long to find that we didn't really have much more to talk about so we decided to get some cards out and play. One thing led to another then and as a joke, Steve said we should be playing strip poker. We both laughed at that for a bit, but by then it was getting late and we decided to do it anyway as a way to get ready for bed. The room had two twin beds and the rain didn't seem to be letting up any and I had told Steve he was welcome to stay the night and hope the rain was gone by morning so he could head out then. We decided that we would both have equal clothes on and each hand was worth one article of clothing off for the loser. No betting just deal a seven card stud game and whoever had the best hand won. We both had kicked our shoes off when we got comfortable earlier so we both had two socks, a pair of jeans and shirt on as we had both dressed after our showers commando. LOL 4 losses would end the game and be time to sleep. Steve won the first hand and off came a sock and then I won the next three hands in a row and he ws down to his jeans only. The cards changed then and he won the next two and we were both down to the last item now. Steve told me the game had got interesting now and wondered if I wanted to keep it going longer. I asked him what he meant and he said the next loser could choose to do a penalty of the winners choosing instead of taking their pants off and we could play a little bit longer before turning in. I said sure what kind of penalties did he have in mind and he said whatever popped into the others mind. I thought what could that be and agreed.

The first bathhouse I went to was very close to a seminary. Many, many guys needed stress relief....