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Mark sent Justin a message on BBRT and a text to his phone that said I sent you a message on BBRT, sign inwhen you get home and look for a message from RockHard4hotass. Justin text him back and asked a ton of questions but Mark just text him back and that he could not text right now but to text back and email both me and your new friends back as soon as you reed the messages. Got it? Justin said Yes I will. Justin tried to sign on his phone but could not remember the password he had it written down on his desk. It was only two hours till he was off work but it felt like 10 hours when he was finally able to head to his car and head home. Twenty minute drive and he could sign on finally. Justin seemed to hit ever stop light, he pulled up in front of his house 25 minutes later and his neighbor Joe was out, Justin tried to rush into the house but Joe stopped him to talk about his lawn and how Justin backed up and ran over his grass at the corner of the drive. WTF, is all Justin could think about but he quickly apologized and told Joe he would not do it again and rushed into his apartment. Once inside he rushed to his computer and turned it on and pulled up BBRT and signed on. There were 25 messages, Justin opened the email and found Mark's email. Mark: Good boy, you are one horny fuck. I can not be there but a good buddy is going to help you tonight. Open his email and you must follow his instructions. You will do that right boy. Email me back that you agree and text me. No questions, just be a good boy and help my buddy out. Justin paused and tried to think, he was rock hard and then a text came in. It was from Mark, "Hey boy, I see you opened my email now send me an email back and text me that you will follow my buddies instructions and service him like the good little cock hound you are!" Got it? Justin sent the email, saying wanted to help out his buddy and he would follow his instructions. He then text Mark the same, Mark text back open his email he is horny as fuck and needs you! Do it now! Justin text him back Okay! He put the mouse over the email, he could see it read Slut you ready for some big dick! Justin took a deep breath and opened the email. Slut boy, you have two minutes to send me your address, phone number. If I do not hear from you in the next two minutes I will block you. Justin emailed him back with his address and phone number and then went to look at his pictures. Wow, this guy had a hot body and he was young and hung. His profile says negative, what a relief Justin thought, then his phone buzzed. Fuck Just looked at it and it had to be this guy, Slut I am heading over be there in 20 min. Shower and clean out, I may want to taste that boy pussy. Justin had only done enema's twice before and he remembered he had one from the three pack. Justin got undressed and grabbed it from under the sink and followed his guys instructions. While he was cleaning up and out, Justin thought fuck what the hell am I doing. His dick was rock hard and he finished up and slipped on a jock and a pair of basket ball shorts and a tank top. Then his phone buzzed again. I am two minutes away, I want the door unlocked, you on your knees, I want you in a jock and nothing else. Justin Froze. The guys text do you hear me? Just text back okay. Text me when you are on your knees in front of the door with your eyes looking at the floor. Just quickly got in place and text him and it was not more than ten second later Justin hear the door open and he was so tempted to look up but he kept his gaze on the floor. He heard the guy say, fucking hot little slut! Keep looking down, Justin did and he saw the guys feet come into site. Work out shoes, maybe he had come from the gym? Just soon felt the guys crotch against his head and the guy said look up a little and kiss my dick you fag. Justin started to his the guys crotch, he was not sure he liked being called a fag but his dick was even harder for some reason. Was this guy actually straight, OMG. The guy let Justin kiss on his dick and balls and then he told Justin to suck his cock, Justin went to pull the guys short down and the guy slapped his head, Fucker I did not say take my shorts down, suck it right there like you have been kissing it. Justin was annoyed that he had hit him so hard but his dick seemed to like it and Justin sucked away at the guys dick and then without notice the guys pulled on the sides of his shorts and let his dick flop out. This is what the little fag has wanted all day isn't it. His and suck the head boy, Justin kissed the head and it was all cummy and then he licked it and sucked on it and took a little more in his mouth and really wanted to go deep but the guy held his head and said go slow faggot slut. Good boy, Just could feel him getting harder the more he sucked. The guy kicked off his shoes and said where is your bed fag? Justin pointed, the guys said, don't look at me just turn toward your room and go to the end of your bed and get on yours knees just like you were when I walked in. I will be right in.

Justin had just broken up with another girlfriend. This is the third one in a year and a half. Struggling and fighting his urge to be with a guy, he had played with a few guys on vacation and in between girlfriends. Sucked a dick here and there and jacked off with buds while they watched porn and even fucked two guys. He had secretly hoped a couple of the jerk off buds had been interested in fucking him and often jacked off to it. Most of the time Justin searched for guys online to talk to and jack off about and with. One guy he was talking to Mark in California asked him if he had ever been on BBRT, just asked what that was and Mark told him he needed to check it out. He sent him a user name and password, Mark used this account when he was whoring out a bottom and told Justin to use it for now it's paid for and check out all the hot guys there! Let me know what you think? Just spend the next three days searching profiles and he found lots of hot guys and really huge dicks on the site, he started reading the profiles and not just looking at the pictures and he found that a lot of the guys were POZ. Just started to quickly close the profile once he realized a guy was POZ. For the next three day he enjoyed BBRT and jacked off several times a day. Mark hit him up while on BBRT from his profile. The exchange is below: Mark : Hey little slut, how is it going? See anyone you want to fuck or get fucked by? Justin: Yes, Justin had written down the names of several guys who he wanted to fuck him, he gave him three names! Mark: Nice, I see you want to get fucked. You only sent me tops. Good pics bud! Too bad they are are so far away. Justin: Yea, I have never been fucked but really want to try it. Mark: Too bad I am not there, I would def help you out. Justin: I have you on my list, your pics are amazing and that huge uncut dick makes me want to suck you till till you cum. Mark: You would be on your knees in second of me walking into you place and I would be using your throat deep before I fuck and load you. Justin : OMG that would be so hot, If you are ever here I want to do just that. Mark: Be careful what you wish for! Justin: I am so horny know, I really need to jack off but I have to go to work. TTYL Mark: Yes you will! Mark starting searching form some guys to start breaking in little Justin. The first guy Mark lined up was a young white guy with a thin 8 inch dick. Mark sent him a message and a few others guys. It was not long till his first choice hit him back saying, we are both tops not sure this will work.

I too have anal orgasms. I always have. I don’t always have them though. It depends on my top. Just like any pussy he has to work it for it to orgasm. I can also give them to myself with toys sometimes. For me it has nothing to do with a mans size but rather how he breeds me.

By John Y. I'd always wished for a larger cock. I mean, don't get me wrong—I like my cock and it does just fine by me, but I'd always envied the huge donkey hung studs I'd see at the Y where I have a membership for my family. I like to jog, swim and “relax” in the sauna in the rare instance that I actually have some free time for myself. Mostly it's my beautiful wife Denise and my sons who take advantage of not only the facilities themselves, but a whole host of workshops, spinning classes, and weigh training seminars available. My wife does the yoga classes to help de-stress from running the boys around to their full schedule of extracurricular activities and sports practices. I have three sons total; Jeff, by my first wife, and two other sons; Jake and Tyler—both from my current wife, and both as adorable as their mother. Raising sons nowadays is a lot more complicated than it was when I was a kid. If I wanted to play baseball after school I'd just bring my mitt w/me to school that day and play at the park on the way home along with the other kids. My sons, like most nowadays, need their own electronic organizers and costly uniforms and accompanying safety gear for each team they're on—which is many. My oldest son Jeff is a hearty high school senior, all American in every way—sort of beefy from too much soda pop and videogames, yet he has an intensely competitive nature. He excels in sports, and has the kind of beefy build that's perfect for rugby, hockey, and football. He's still growing and he's gonna be a big bruiser by the time his body catches up with his hormonal fluxes. Jeff has adorably messy light brown locks that poke out all over and kind of flips from under the back of his omnipresent ball caps. The kid wears a different ball cap every day and even holds down a part-time job at the local lids shop at the mall. He claims he couldn't support such an extravagant image without the generous employee discount. And apparently not having your own personal brand or completely unique style is unacceptable as a high school senior in 2004. When my first wife and I divorced, Jeff was a toddler and his mother was more interested in booze and other men than she was being part of a nuclear family. So with the help of my parents and brother, I raised Jeff primarily by myself until I remarried. The bond between my son and me is stronger than any other I've ever known. In many ways, Jeff is my best friend; my sounding board about everything from listening to me bitch about “that idiot on talk radio”, to enduring my frequent tales of how “we used to do it” when I was a kid. We share blond jokes and a sick addiction to AFV (yes—the stupid show where people send in videos of their grandmothers catching on fire or dying at weddings with overt canned laughter overlaid.) It's wrong. We know. But we cant seem to change the channel once it's on, and I chalk it up to my voyeuristic side. Jeff's also the one who'll tell me how bad my golf swing is, and why I shouldn't wear “those way too short Adidas running shorts, Dad!”. Secretly I think he's just jealous and wants to wear them for the vintage factor, but they're a little too large for him now. All in all, we have one of the closest, most communicative, and healthiest father/son relationships I know of. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was coming up soon and I wanted to make sure it was a day for him to remember. Turning 18 is a big thing for someone that age and I easily recalled my excitement at the prospect of graduating from a restricted license, high school, and all the wonder and freedom of a life away at college. I knew Jeff expected something significant for his birthday and I debated for a long time over what to get him. Even though he wanted his own car, I didn't want to go that route. Lots of dads buy their sons new cars for their 18th birthdays and 3/4 of them end up totaling it within weeks anyway. I wanted Jeff to earn his car, so he'd appreciate it. I wanted to give Jeff something more substantial than a material purchase. I wanted to give Jeff something that he could really own for the rest of his life—something that his “old man” gave him, by which he'd always remember and cherish our good times together. I gave the matter a lot of thought over the weeks leading up to Jeff's birthday, and one day at the Y it finally came to me. After a particularly taxing day of work, a heavy greasy burger lunch on the run in my car between meetings, and two too many beers with the my last client of the day, I decided I should do myself some good and hit the gym. I phoned my wife from the car and explained that I needed some “me time”, and I'd be home late after I hit the gym and unwound a little. She and I respect each other's need for space and time and I think that makes for a good marriage in our case. We both know how invigorating and detoxifying it can be to pump out some adrenaline at the gym, sweat out that stress, and rejuvenate in the bathing facilities at the Y. Our local Y was just built a few years ago and is well maintained. The men's steam and dry saunas are spic and span, as are the pool, locker, and shower areas. After a good run and some free weights, I felt like I deserved some shower time and indulgently headed towards the showers. I couldn't wait to peel off my sweat-drenched gym gear and just bask under the hot jet sprays of the shower for a while. It was about an half an hour before the Y closed and I'd been the only one under the refreshing steam jets of the showers for a while. I'd actually finished scrubbing myself down and eyes closed, I was letting the warm water glide down over my oxygenated muscles and swirl the ocean-scented body wash down the drains at my feet. Racking my brain once again about what to get Jeff, and breathing in lung-fulls of steam and scented water, my mind wandered. I started thinking about how good the water felt on my skin. My balls were hanging low and when my soapy hand drifted past the head of my now lucid cock I felt hedonistic warmth rush in patches all over my body. My mind's eye flashed images of all the hot muscles I'd seen straining and pushing in the gym. Guys with massive arms—huge guns Jeff called them—paraded and pumped in my mind. I remembered a distinctly huge, beefy football player we'd seen during last Sunday's game. Trying to imagine what this guy's look like unstuffed from his tight shiny blue pants, I threw wood. This jolted me back to reality and I struggled to focus as I opened my eyes. At first, I wasn't sure if I was asleep or really under the hot foggy showers. What appeared to be that guy from Sunday's game—or perhaps his brother—was hanging up his towel at the end of the row of showers and heading towards me on the right. I wiped my wet hair to the side and flushed the excess water from my eyes and still I had to blink twice to realize that I was in fact fully conscious and cognizant of the hulking beefster next to me. He casually said hi and turned on the shower nozzle next to where I was standing. I choked out a ridiculously girlish “umm …hi there.” and turned the other way to quickly apply an additional dose of shampoo to my already clean hair. After all, I tried to convince myself, the bottles does read “shower, rinse, repeat”. I just needed to figure out how I could steal another glance what I thought I saw with this huge guy. What I definitely knew was that this guy was stacked. He was probably 6’6”, thick slabs of bulky rounded muscles that bounced on his already massive frame, black hair, and a strong healthy girth that in all honesty must've been about three bills. This guy was massive! In a deep baritone, he started humming that clever baby back ribs jingle, then started singing it. When he breathed, his thick d cup pecs bounced, and in turn so did his ripped but bulging belly, and so on down to his meat. In my peripheral vision I could sense something huge and pendulous moving, and as my eyes were drawn down this beast's thick body I honed in on the hugest package I've ever witnessed The guy sported a long fat dong, close in size and shape to a baby's arm, and a massive pair of bull nuts. He was donkey hung and didn't seem to mind me staring, as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair. Arms raised behind his head, blowing out his huge biceps for me like cocky plumage—his gut and basket were pushed forward making his meat bounce even harder with each deep “baby back, baby back, baby back” reiteration. He finally addressed my stunned stare with a friendly, but decidedly knowing, “Ya wanna know what it's like, doncha? I gulped and nodded. He told me most guys couldn't keep their eyes off of it and he didn't mind the attention at all. In fact, he told me he liked to share the wealth and I could take a hold of it to see how heavy it felt. I couldn't believe this guy was gonna let me grab his donkey in the showers, but I knew that beggars can't be choosers and decided to seize the opportunity, along with his horsemeat. I nervously looked around—the locker-room was silent except for us, and I stepped over in front of him. When I took his huge hang in my hand I blushed because even my man-sized hand couldn't reach all the way around it. I squeezed a little and repositioned my fingers around the rubbery dong, but I still couldn't get full grasp. It must've weighed a solid pound plus, and the giant bag that hung beneath his flopper held two testes the size of softballs. I recoiled my hand quickly because for a second I thought for sure this must be some kind of physical abnormality—like a twin brother that never fully developed and I was going to see this guy on Oprah next week or something. It was abnormal to say the least, but it was indeed a cock. And the most perfectly formed giant monster cock I think anyone has ever seen. Even with the internet male porn I'd sneak on the computer sometimes late at night, I'd never seen anything this big. “I guess you've got some rare lucky genetics”, I nervously snickered to break the tension. “No way buddy” he chuckled, “this isn't a genetic gift from my dad. This is Christmas gift from my girlfriend”. Puzzled, I stared back wondering what the hell he meant. I asked him to explain, and he told me that his girlfriend worked downtown—not far from Chinatown. During her lunch breaks she would often peruse a local herbal shop and buy crazy cough remedies and PMS teas and stuff. She developed a great rapport with the owner—a withered but wise old Chinese man who had an herbal remedy or potion for anything and everything that ails ya. His girlfriend mentioned one day that she needed a unique gift for her boyfriend, and something that they could possibly use to enhance their sex life. She expected some Benewah balls or spicy herbed lube of some sort, but instead the old man winked at her and said he had just the thing. He scurried off, climbed up a ladder, and produced a glass jar of what appeared to be dried black leaves of some sort from a hidden stash, behind the New Age book overstock section. As he climbed down from the ladder he shook a bony finger her way and warned her to be very careful with what he was about to share with her. He told her it was an ancient Asian masculinity herb and would produce amazing yet unregulated aphrodisiac affects on whoever ingested the mix. He warned that the results were always unpredictable, yet he'd never seen happier customers than those who'd purchased the herbs for their mates. He said it was never to be taken—or even touched by women, and she should only allow her partner to open and ingest the contents that he spooned into a tiny rice paper envelope for her. She agreed and giggled inside thinking that if nothing else, it would make for a great gag gift Little did she know that the seedling thought in her mind at that moment would manifest itself in the way the herbs would take effect. Three days later her boyfriend was transformed after drinking the herbs steeped as tea, as the envelope prescribed. “She eventually learned to overcome her gag reflex.” the bruiser cockily laughed, “and I've been the object of admiration and respect from everyone I've met since, he snickered. “I've gotten three promotions at work, was made captain of my rugby team, and I never pay for drinks at clubs anymore.”, he goaded. He shook the obscene member at me again and taunted me with it. You want one, doncha bud? You wanna know what it's like to have a donkey swinging between your thighs 24/7, doncha buddy? His previously jovial demeanor now verged on arrogance, but I suppose I couldn't blame him. I nodded and agreed when he inquired for the third time about my envy, but I knew I needed to play it cool if I were to maximize this situation. It almost seemed as if the serpent in his fist was speaking directly to me now. “You want this for yourself, doncha dude?” it hissed lewdly. “No”, I responded simply. That threw the guy for a loop, as I'm sure it wasnt the typical glazed and patented “uh huh” he was accustomed to hearing. “I want it for my son.”, I announced. The guy laughed and asked me if I was kidding. I shared a little info with him about my relationship with my son, and told him about my desire to gift Jeff with something he'd not soon forget. He agreed with my logic and told me he'd share the secret shop with me, but only on one condition. “What's that?”, I queried him. “That if he gets bigger than me, I get to see his.” Deal! We shook on it and he clued me in as to where I needed to go and what I needed to do. The next morning I cleared my afternoon schedule and made a beeline to the shop at lunch. By 12:30 I held in my possession the gift of life for my son's 18th birthday. Jeff's eighteenth birthday was two days away, and I was anxious to give Jeff his gift. I doubted and questioned myself over and over again in the meantime. Was this wrong? Was it illegal? Doesn't every dad hope that their son wil inherit the best genes the family jewels have to offer? I figured at most Jeff and I would get a good laugh, and then I'd buy him a car to reoccupy his mind. That Friday night couldn't have come sooner. Of course Jeff was hosting an obligatory blow-out bash in our basement rec-room with 10 of his closest buds (car keys to be left in my possession), but I wanted to share a special private moment with my son before his guests arrived. After dinner I went into my den and threw back two double Scotch's, and called for Jeff to come join me. Feeling the need to be relaxed I was wearing those old Adidas track shorts form my stint on my HS running team 2½ decades prior, and I was adjusting my ball sack and to the warm glow produced by the Scotch when Jeff entered the room. “What's up Pops?” he asked—with an inconceablable smile on his face. In the back of his mind, I knew he thought he was baout to be hnaded a set of keys to a new Porsche or at least a VW. I told Jeff to feel free to grab a beer from my minibar fridge and sit down, because i wanted to talk to him. His eyes lit up about the beer and the newly adult privilege I bestowed on him, but of course he felt compelled to add a cynical teenage groan and obligatory eye roll at the prospect of a lecture. He flopped into the leather armchair opposite me, threw one leg over the side and popped open his beer. He paused just briefly before swigging form it—first to see if I was really going to allow him to drink a beer, and secondly to hide that fact that he knew how to swig beer form a bottle like a sailor already. That fact would have solidified my sneaking suspicion that hed been raiding my wetbar for about a year now anyway, and possibly even explain why I couldn't find my favorite Adidas shorts sometimes. He sensed my lax attitude about the beer and took and sip and pretended to make a face at the fuzz. I told him to cut the BS with me and remember who he was dealing with here and we both laughed. That broke the ice and he proceeded to swig the bottle like a seasoned pro. “Jeff”, I started, “I want you to know that since you were a little boy, I've only ever wanted the best for you—in every possible way.” Another obligatory eye roll and a mumbled “I know that, Dad—sheesh!”. “Now Jeff, listen to me here for a minute, I continued. Aside form footing the ridiculous bill for this party of yours tonight, I picked up something special for your birthday. One more gulp of beer and an intense stare to me as he tried to figure out what kind of car I was leading up to. Then he finished the beer. “Can I have another one Dad? Please! It's my only 18th birthday, c'mon!” Ok, I relented but I want one too, and I have something else for us as well.. He swung back around from the fridge, hading me the beer and looked at the tiny envelope in my hands. “I have something here for you son, and now that you're a man I think you can handle this.” He looked again at the envelope as he flopped back into the chair and asked me if I was going to smoke a jay with him. Now I was the one who rolled my eyes, and explained that I wasn't quite that kind of Dad, but I did have something for him that I could almost guarantee none of his friends Dads would give them. “What is it Dad?” he asked, his curiosity piqued. “Whatcha got for me Pops?” “A donkey dick.” I flatly replied. Jeff blew beer foam thru his nose—spraying my legs and shorts. Coughing and trying to regain composure, he laughed out loud at me. “No, really c'mon Dad.” he belted out. The beer was going to his head fast and I could see his beefy pink cheeks flush with alcohol and laughter. “What is it?”. I explained to him about the old Chinaman in the shop and the supposed effects of the herbs and Jeff just stared at me—trying to determine if I was pulling his leg, or if premature Alzheimer's was settling in. “I'm serious, Jeff.” I explained. “Guys with monster cocks get ahead in this world and even though I don't believe I've done you wrong in the family jewels department, I want you to have every advantage possible in this world.” He knew my spiel was of the utmost honesty and sincerity and he quieted down. “So what do I do?” He looked to me for a lead. I handed him the envelope and told him to add the crushed leaves to his beer. “Even if it tastes bad, swallow it all and don't puke, OK? I chided him. “I know how to drink beer Dad”, he mocked and snatched the satchel from my hands. The reality of what I was presenting him kicked in, and I knew that at this moment a new car was the FURTHEST thing from his hormonally charged teen mind. I had to admit—I was on the edge of my seat, myself. Jeff added the mixture to his beer and glug, glug, glugged it down. He sat back down in the chair and looked completely normal. I watched intently for any sign of change. He looked down at his crotch, back up at me, and then let go a huge belch. That made us both laugh an then Jeff's face went completely blank and pale. He bolted up quickly in front of me and grabbed my arm. “Oh my God, Dad!, he exclaimed nervously, I think it's starting.” Jeff began trembling and his grip on my arm grew stronger—almost to the point that it hurt me. I steadied him at the hip with my other arm and frantically panicked, wondering if I'd just poisoned my own son. A huge smile dawned on his lips and he shook my arm excitedly. I broke my gaze from his face as I noticed his baggy khaki trousers begin to heave and stir. He was tenting alright and my curiosity kept me glued in my seat—at eye-level with his growing mound. Jeff threw his head backwards, let out a lewd moan, and inhaled deeply. When he did, the bulge in his trousers lunged forward and a large burgeoning outline was taking shape. With each low guttural moan, Jeff was breathing life into his new baby. Within minutes the distinct outline of a large eggplant was bulging out of his pants I wondered how insane this night would become. “Awww yeah—that feels sooooo damn good”, Jeff hissed under his breath. His voice had already deepened and his nascent donkey drew the attention of his hands. Both of them rubbed the enormous eggplant bulge in his pants and he caught my eye with a glace as he squeezed his pant mound. I could see pure sexual lust in his eyes and it was a little awkward for me to recognize that in my son. I'd seen this look before during really intense, connected sex sessions with girlfriends—even my wives now and then, but this was different. I could literally smell and taste the pheromones Jeff's pits were exuding and the heady aroma drew me in. Jeff's moaning continued and I thought his antagonized pants my burst right in my face. It was as if someone were filling a giant water balloon down his leg and soon the bulge began to resemble a butternut squash. I doubted the cotton of his khaki's ability to retain the monster much longer and wondered when it would stop. I mean—I did want Jeff to have a huge one, but I didn't want him relegated to a traveling sideshow or medical journal. Oh shit—what if I gave him too much? What if he's too young? Thoughts were racing through my mind, but the manly aromas now wafting form Jeff's body were starting to bone me as well. Jeff's breathing began to slow and the bulge seemed to have slowed its rapid rate of expansion. I couldn't help myself any longer and I reached forward and yanked down Jeff's trousers. What lay before my eyes was the wildest thing I'd ever seen. Jeff's cock had morphed into a heavy, lewd column of meat. He'd even developed a massive juicy foreskin that bloated out the circumference of the cock and make it appear even larger. It had to be at least 15 inches in length and probably 10 inches around. It bobbed and throbbed in front of my face and seemed to be breathing on it's own. His ball sack hung a solid foot below his groin and his testes had swollen up like ripe Florida grapefruits. Jeff wrapped both hands all the way around it and with his voice definitely an octave lower asked me if it was really him. He squeezed it and shook the bloated beast a few times. Jeff shuddered in ecstasy and a tablespoon of thick precum oozed from his quarter-slot piss-slit, and began a viscous, slow-mo descent from Jeff's monster and dripped lewdly onto my leg. I shoveled the goo up with my fingers and brought it to my nose. It reeked of semen personified, and I nearly succumbed to the Cloroxy smell, as if I were scrubbing an unventilated bathtub. Jeff leaned in and inhaled deeply. When he did my cock jumped and the head burst forth from my tight Adidas shorts. That gave us both a jolt and Jeff's monster bounced one final time and bloated up another inch in diameter. That was as big as it was gonna get, and it was gargantuan by any standards. Neither of us knew what to expect from his newly birthed monsterbone. My son was now a magnificent bullstud. His monster meatshaft would be the envy of men everywhere, his now stacked bulbous chest had grown a thick matt of fur. His voice was a full octave deeper and he'd developed a visible 5 o'clock shadow. His eyes were lustfully wild and it was plain that I'd turned my son into a sexual beast. He grabbed my head from behind and forced my mouth onto his Easter ham. My eyes bulged and my lips stretched tightly just to accommodate the head. As my eyes teared up, I looked up at him and saw maniacal evil in his eyes. I don't think he even knew it was me he was forcing onto his cock. I don't think he cared either. At that moment my manboy just needed his nut. I got him into this situation and I was to endure the brunt of his first powerdong experience. He bludgeoned my mouth and I whimpered like a punished boy, taking my medicine. Copious amounts of precum poured from his nozzle like a broken beertap and my swollen lips barely accommodated one third of his might girth. He pumped and grunted and I gasped for air thru my nose. Thick bolts of precum squished out the corners of my mouth and landed in loud splats on the floor each time he plunged his beast into my skull. My boner was throbbing like mad but I couldn't touch it because I needed both hands to steady myself as my son tore me a new one. Tears streamed down my purple swollen face and I nearly passed out form asphyxiation. Synaptic stars shot off like fireworks in my brain due to lack of oxygen and then the first volley hit. The cum gushed so intensely out of Jeff's cock that the pressure blew him off of me like a crimped firehose unraveling. Trying to get a hold of the angry beast, Jeff grabbed it tightly with both hands and attempted to direct the lurid flow of semen, but it was no use. He shot off at least ten huge wads of cum, each one pulsing out of his monster and hosing me down in warm pungent jizz. Jeff grunted and growled and I could literally see his balls beginning to deflate as they unleashed their substantial payload. A thick gloppy cupful of jizz splatted squarely in my face and I looked out from under the drippin ooze to see Jeff collapse back into his chair. I shot my meager manwad into a puddle of my son's mitochondrial spermpool, and struggled to catch my breath. Within moments Jeff was snoring in the chair, and I scrambled to clean up the slippery mess. My den was awash with jizz and I sopped it with as many bar towels as I could find. My body was covered in the gooey gore and I worried that Jeff's guests might start arriving soon so I hurriedly wiped down everything and ran to the shower. When I came back Jeff began to stir, the swelling of his thick member had begun to subside and in the light it looked like a like a saintly baby sleeping. “Oh my God, Dad, Jeff started, I just had the most fucked up dream.” When he looked down for a reality check, he gulped hard and his eyes shot up at me in near disbelief. There was an intense moment of silence and then Jeff's signature smile appeared. He confirmed what I had always hoped he would say to me. “You're the best Dad ever!” “Happy Birthday Jeff, I replied. Never forget who's your Daddy!”

My Aussie friends…. Thinking of you bunch over there right now with the whole state of the continent and fires. It is horrible to see .... hoping things improve soon and best of luck from Canada eh! What a beautiful continent… and very friendly and beautiful people. I visited Sydney in 2005 as part of a month-long visit. I love your country and the people were outstanding. I think one of my ‘lifetime’ top fave fucks happened in a bathhouse in Sydney... my travel buddy Dino and I had only been in town a short time and were horny to play. So we decided to check the place out. They had a sling room that had a door that you could close, but there were windows for people to stand and watch. VERY hot concept. That bunch think of everything!!!! Anyway... Dino and I are putting on a bit of a good slow fuck show.... a few guys tapping on the door or window for invites. Dino is deep dicking me nice and slow in this sling room and we're talking dirty and pointing out different guys to one another. Dino slows right down and says, “Check out this guy standing to my right... “ I check him out alright. Blond, 40's, one of the biggest uncut cock's I've ever seen. He was smiling at us and stroking his dick nice and slow to the same speed Dino was pumping. Dino gave me a couple of quick deep thrusts. It surprised me and it was a mix of pain and pleasure and shock. The guy at the window simulates the two quick thrusts I had just received with two similar jerks on this big head and foreskin. Dino chuckled then gave me three more quick thrusts while watching the guy. Hot Aussie buddy gives three quick strokes. Dino says..."Let's invite him in to fuck you... you wanna?? And stop licking your lips. A little obvious how you're going to answer THAT question". I said "Ya. I need to feel that dick in my holes". So Dino pulls out slow and makes sure everyone at the window can see the pre-cum and ass juices covering his rock hard cock. Meanwhile, I give hot Aussie a subtle nod of my eyes towards the door. He musta been hoping for that, because he casually stepped away from the window and turned towards the door. He got there at the exact same time as my buddy Dino opened it. He quickly slipped inside and my bud locked the door behind him. I said "Hey dude.. I'm M and this is my friend Dino. You're a hot lookin' man. Bring that big cock over here to my mouth. You guys talk so sexy from our Canadian perspective... we love your voices and accents... very hot. But that cock has my total attention right now”. He walks over, drops his towel and starts to slide his fat plum sized uncut cockhead into my mouth. "I’m Rory." he said. "You guys look sexy as fuck in here fucking nice and slow. You're driving the guys mad out there in the hallway". “Well then, let’s fix that Rory… feed me that big cock and let’s give them a good show”. My buddy Dino watched for a few minutes as I slowly licked the foreskin from Rory’s thick uncut cock. Dino is uncut and I am uncut. He has told me a number of times how much he loves playing with that extra skin…. So I made sure that he could see me slathering my tongue across Rory’s big hard dick. Apparently Rory approved, as he grasped my shaved head gently with both hands and started to pump his head in and out of my mouth slowly, while swiveling his hips a little. He was pre-cumming like crazy and I enjoyed the taste of his cock juices across my taste buds. Dino slowly slid his dripping cock back into my juicy hole and said “Fuck, that looks hot. Rory, you have an incredible cock there man”. Dino started to pick up speed a little bit pumping my hole. He reached over to slowly slide the foreskin back and forth over my dripping cock head until Rory pushed his hands away and he took over the stroking. I’ve determined over the years that guys with uncut cocks seem to know JUST the right amount of pressure to use when slow stroking another uncut guy. It appeared to be a global thing, as Rory knew exactly what to do to keep me rock hard and dripping. We got into a nice rhythm with one another and I was working Rory’s hard cock a little deeper into my throat with each passing minute. He groaned as I squeezed his hard meat with the muscles in my throat and threw his head back, smiling quietly. Dino gave Rory’s left nipple a gentle twist and pulled a little and said “He’s gripping your cock with his throat isn’t he??”. Rory just moaned again and nodded. “He is really good at gripping a cock in his throat Rory. Wait until you feel what he can do with his ass muscles”. Rory reached over with both hands and grasped Dino’s hard nipples. I heard Dino groan a few times and I could feel his thrusting getting harder and his breathing picking up. “Oh ya Rory. Stretch those nips buddy. Pull on them. Oh fuck.. ya” Dino gasped and really started picking up speed. He had been edging for quite a while as we fucked in the glass enclosed room, and I was thinking I would soon be getting a load of Dino-cum. I decided it was time to help Dino get off and I started squeezing his cock on the outstroke and totally relaxing and loosening my hole on his inward stroke. He only lasted through about 20 seconds of that treatment and started pounding my hole and grunting. “Fuck ya. Fuck ya. Gonna seed this tight ass Rory. Gonne breed it full of my cum for you. You going to fuck him next Rory”? Rory pulled his cock from my mouth and a trail of spit and a wet strand of spit and throat juice dripped between his pisshole and my mouth. “Breed him Dino. Load him up for me dude. Get him lubed up with your cum for my big Aussie cock”. That put Dino over the edge and I could literally feel the first few pumps of his hot cum erupt inside of me. He kept pounding his cock as deep as possible and muttering. “Oh ya. Gonna fill him right up for you Rory. Fuck ya. That is a huge load for you to fuck into man”. Dino pulled out and staggered back a couple of steps, trying to catch his breath. He started to chuckle a little and said “Holy fuck M… I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard in your hole before… whattaya think??” “I think Rory should line that big dick up with my hole and work that monster up inside. That’s what I think. He needs to finish off what you started Dino. Yes!!”. Rory and Dino switched places. I automatically opened my mouth and Dino slid his cummy semi-hard cock between my lips and groaned when he felt my tongue licking the juices from him. I looked down at Rory, who had now taken up a position between my spread open legs. “You want my big uncut cock M?” he asked as he repeatedly slapped the big plum sized knob against my wet hole. “Fuck that feels good Rory. Yes. I want your hard cock dude”. Rory placed the head of that massive dick against my puffy ass lips and stopped and looked right at me. “I’m undetectable M. You OK with that?” he asked and raised one eyebrow. Dino looked down at me and also raised an eyebrow inquisitively. He kept his face neutral. “Ya man. You gonna work that big hard uncut poz cock into my hole Rory? Are you going to plant your seed up there with Dino’s and churn them together?”. Rory slapped my hole a few more times and Dino slipped a bottle of poppers under my nose. I took a couple of deep pulls while Rory teased my hole with his fat dick. He kept slapping it on the gape and just sliding his dick in until the crown of his cock had my hole stretched completely around the rim of his corona. I could feel the stretch of my ass lips as Rory looked down at my spread hole and licked his lips. He looked up at me and gazed directly into my eyes and said “This is gonna be a hot fuck M. I can’t wait to add my sperm to that big load Dino dumped up there already.” Then he turned to Dino and said “Neg or poz dude?”. “I’m neg buddy” Dino replied, “but I am looking forward to seeing you seed my buddy M’s juicy hole”. With that, Rory took hold of my hips and just started rocking that big cock back and forth a few millimeters at a time. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue into my mouth and we sucked one another’s lips and tongues as he continue to work that massive head a little bit deeper. Dino gave me one more shot of poppers and I felt my hole flower open and Rory’s cock start to slide into me in a controlled but consistent push. I looked up and could see both he and Dino’s eyes focused on my stretched hole as the big cock finally bottomed out. “Wow” Dino gasped and looked at me. “That is the biggest cock I have ever seen. I cannot believe you took that cock in one slow push”. “It was all your hot cum for lube” Rory replied. Then he started that swiveling of his hips again while starting to pull out a little and push back. I could feel the walls of my ass being stretched by this monster cock. He really took his time and knew what he was doing. He quickly got into a nice slow in and out movement with some hip action that made me gasp every now and then. Of course it helped that Dino had already opened me up nicely with his long, slow stroking. Dino is no slouch in the looks department. Greek guy, same age as me. Always laughing. This endeared him to everyone around him. He always appeared to have a hot woman on his arm, but I knew better. We had been fuck buddies for years. His 8” uncut Greek dick had been down my throat and up my ass many times over the years. He was a real cock hound as well and loved for me to pound him deep in his hole while he lay flat on the massage table, or he would ride my cock while stroking his dick and watching porn. So he had done a fine job of making my hole loose and juicy for Rory’s big dick. Rory grabbed my cock and started stroking it up and down in the same cadence of his fucking. Easy. Slow. A couple of quick deep thrusts to take my breath away. Then right to the edge, look me in the eye and SLAM his dick back inside. I was bearing down on Rory’s cock and sucking between the head of Dino’s dripping meat down to his balls and back up. He was rock hard watching the close up action. “Where do you want my cum M? Face? Mouth? Balls? Hole?” Rory taunted me as he started picking up speed. “I haven’t cum in a few days and I really need to unload in you soon. This whole scene is turning my crank huge”. “In my hole. No. Deep up in my guts Rory” I responded and started to really milk his cock with my ass muscles. My regular FB’s tell me I have incredible ass control and when I want to get a load from my top, I know how to milk them. Hidden talents. Can’t even put on my resume. “OK then M… get ready to take a big load of hot cum from my poz dick” he roared and I could feel him shooting off inside me. I could feel the wet warmth spreading inside my guts and told him so. Rory pumped away at my hole. Stabbing it. Pulling his cock right outside of my hole then slamming it back inside. The guy’s were tapping on the window and giving us all thumbs up. My head was spinning a little from the assault in the last few minutes. Suddenly I saw Dino and Rory make eye contact and watched in disbelief as Rory pulled his cock out of my soaking wet hole and quickly trade places with Dino. My senses went into overload. Rory started to feed his cum covered cock into my mouth. As the taste of his load and Dino’s load and ass juices hit my tongue, I felt Dino grasp my rock hard cock in one hand and line his cock up with the other. Rory quickly stuffed the bottle under my nose and as I took a quick deep hit, Dino thrust his dick inside me as hard as he could. He had never fucked me this hard in all the years we had been FWB’s. I was stunned by the thought, as well as the jolt of pain and pleasure that radiated from my prostate outwards. Dino went fucking crazy on my ass. He was furiously stroking my dripping cock and he had crazy eyes while he pounded his big Greek dick inside my sopping wet hole. “That was so hot watching you tell that stud it was OK to seed your guts with his hot poz load dude. That really blew me away. I can feel his cum sloshing around inside your hole M. My cock is churning it around inside of you like hot butter. Squeeze my cock M. Please squeeze it hard.” Dino loves it when I milk his dick and make my hole loose or tight. Today he wanted tight, so I really bore down on his pistoning cock. His head snapped up as he felt the difference in my grip on his dick. “Oh fuck, oh fuck… this is so fucking hot. Your very tight ass is gonna milk a second load out of me buddy. Keep grippin’ me. I wanna shoot my cum in that hole with Rory’s viral load. I love feeling all these juices”. And he went rigid for about 3 seconds, eyes locked on me… and I felt the warmth again. Dino’s drawn out sigh and moan as he slowly pumped in and out confirmed that he had in fact blown another big load. Rory leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth and swallowed me right to the base. Dino took the opportunity to give me some quick, deep jabs with his cock and that put me over the top. I could feel my hot cum spurting into Rory’s mouth. I could hear the sound of him gulping to swallow. Dino was slowing down and pulled his deflating cock from my sperm receptacle. As soon as his cock plopped out, Rory leaned towards him and pulled his cummy cock in and started to lick it clean. My head was spinning. I could feel the juices dripping out of my hole and I could hear the splat of cum as it hit the tile floor. I was amazed at how much cum was dripping from my hole. Mind you, there were three loads there now and I could actually ‘feel’ how big they were… so why was I surprised?? While I collected my thoughts, Rory dropped to his knees in front of my spread open hole. The hole was facing the glass window and there were a few guys stroking their cocks and commenting to one another about my gape. One guy walked up to the glass right in front of me and started spewing cum right in front of my spread legs. If there hadn’t been glass there, I would have felt that cum shoot across my hole. Rory looked over his shoulder at the guys then turned and looked at me. He leaned forward while keeping eye contact and I felt his tongue start to probe and lick my ravished hole. He started slowly, then really started sucking on my lips and stretching them with his tongue. Dino suddenly dropped down beside Rory at my oozing hole and Rory offered my ass to Dino. I felt Dino spread my cheeks just a little wider, then watched the top of his shaved head as his tongue started to worm its way into my juicy hole. They took turns licking, nibbling, sucking and eating my ass for the next few minutes. It wasn’t long until I was cleaned up. The guys un-secured me from the sling and I shakily got to my feet. There were sounds of clapping and cheering from the small group of admirers on the other side of the glass and I shakily waved a hand and laughed, while trying to get the blood back into my legs. Rory leaned forward and kissed me. “Now I know where they got that expression “Crazy Canucks” he laughed. We unlocked the door and walked out into the club. “Where are you boys staying and how long”? he asked. "I'm staying downtown". Turns out – we were at the same hotel in downtown Sydney. Well shit.. this was gonna be a fun couple of days…..

That's me. My nipples have ALWAYS been that way, since I was a kid, and I've been a butthole pleasure pig since I was a teen. So you're not alone.

Come breed me.

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

My bf turn me from a top to a btm when we met. Never thought i be a btm, but crave it after few weeks, now i have anal orgasms being fucked. My hole spasms , gripps and milks- and i cum . I also noticed when i have big shits it dripps cum from my cock- am i alone? Guess i’m a true btm- my nipples Wired when worked i can cum. Others have these things happen) ?

My first time using poppers was unexpected. I met a short smaller man on Grindr that wanted to meet up and go to the ABs. Naturally I said yes, I’ve never used poppers before but I had known about them, he kept telling on the way over that his poppers were very good and that I would not have a headache. I said, I may give this a try, I was so horny not having cum for over 3 days. We got to the abs and it was a bit empty, we walked to the back where there was a larger room and both went in, he immediately started kissing me and put his hand down my pants and started feeling my cock, I was enjoying the tongue action More that the cock play, soon enough he had my pants at my ankles and I was sucking his hairy brown Latino cock. He precummed all over my lips and I was savoring every drop, he wanted to fuck me and then proceeded to flip me around and spread some lube on my hole. He then tore the condom wrapper and rolled one on, soon enough he was pushing at my hole hard while sniffing the poppers. He was fucking my ass like a man with little to loose, he just wanted to fuck, and I was ok with that. I was moaning loudly while he was piston fucking me, my ass was loving every inch and my cock was rock hard sticking out from under me, he was only interested in himself and I love that while being fucked. My hole is to be used by a man possessed. eventually he pulled out of me and motioned me to suck his cock, I pulled the rubber off and Started sucking furiously, so hungry for his cum in my mouth. He was pumping my face as he braced me against the wall tears and spit rolled down my face and I barely got a second to breathe. I was staring up at him and he presented the little brown bottle to me- I figured I’m here in a stall getting abused like this, fuck yeah, let’s try it. I took a good long whiff and didn’t notice anything, I did notice my jaw and throat feeling a bit more relaxed, my mouth was juicy and there was no more gagging, my head felt light and there was a warm feeling, a hot horny feeling....I sucked that cock and it was slick- there was that thick slick saliva that makes it good for fucking. I wanted him inside me again, I took another couple of popper whiffs and so did he, the wave of extacy hit me instantly, my hole opened up, while he was attempting to get a condom out of the package, I grabbed his rock hard cock and pushed it into my hole in one motion, he immediately said Nooooooo, but didn’t protest, I was riding his BB cock now and he was loving it. He started fucking my and calling me all the nasty names, telling me how much he wanted to breed my Cunt, I was begging for his cock, he then said that he was close and we both did some more poppers while he pumped me full of his seed. He kept his cock inside me and stared fucking me again using his cum as lube and also fingering me, my hole felt wet and I could feel it burn from the rough fingering. He bred me again and pulled out. Made me spin around and suck my ass juices off his dick, I could taste the iron from my blood and the cum with my fluids. My hole was wrecked and I loved it. I was still high as kite and the guy from the next stall punched his cock through the hole in the wall, I wanted to suck him without the wall, so I went over and saw this mid 30’s chubby white guy with a thick cut cock that badly needed attention, I walked over and just sat on his cock bareback and let him use my hole, I took some poppers and gave him some also he was fucking me hard and my buddy had his hardening cock in my mouth again. I was being BB spit roasted while high on poppers by two random men, the buddy in the back then began to breathe heavily and I felt his cock blowing his load into my gaping sloppy ass. He pulled out and I licked him clean. He quickly left- maybe to go back to his wife. My first buddy then went to town running my hole and then quickly fucked me and blew another load. from then onwards I don’t have sex without poppers. I love them, my ass loves them.

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.

Part 3 - Broken The room felt warmer, I was definitely sweating a bit, Paul was boring his tongue into my mouth and his cock into my asshole, a steady rhythm accompanied by the soft sound of his penetrations. He moved his lips from mine, licking his way to an armpit, then bathing my pit with his tongue, pushing against it, rubbing his scruff on that tender, sensitive skin. I was squirming beneath him, gasping, small sounds escaping, as he moved to the other side and did the same. My pits are supersensitive in the same way nips are on lots of other guys, and the way he was working them over was almost too much. Grabbing my upper arms, he pinned them down, settling his body on mine, using his heavier weight to keep me from wriggling so much. “Something wrong, faggot? Can’t control yourself?” He started slamming his cock into me, hard and deliberate. “No - nothing - just, shit, it’s crazy - I mean, this…” My voice trailed off, in my fucked up state I couldn’t put a sentence together. My whimpers resumed. He paused for a second, grabbed poppers, shoved them under a nostril. Obediently, I inhaled once, then again. My head started to spin, now my boipussy somehow was more open, even warmer. “You want my load in your cunt?” I just looked at him, the poppers had now made even speaking a challenge. Unexpectedly, he slapped me, more than lightly. Startled, I didn’t answer at first, then looked at him and nodded. Another slap, “What? Answer me.” “Yes, please, breed my ass, fucking mark my party hole.” “You’re such a fucking pigboy.” “Please.” He started to piston in and out off my hole, drilling in rough and deep, breathing harder. His face contorted, then came a torrent of abuse and cum. "Fuck! Yeah, you’re getting it! What all you whores want. Take my cum. Take it. This cunt is mine. You fucking slut!” Paul was pressing deep, forcing the sperm in, ramming his dick, I could feel the heat and wetness of his load start to seep around my ass lips. He bent down again and kissed, forcefully. The pace slowed, he was reveling in the sensations of my open hole, his cum, the warmth, the conquest. We made out, then he rose up off me, pulled all the way out except for the head, used his finger to trace the outline of my asshole, stretched wide with his cock. Took some of his seed on his fingers, fed it to me, roughly moving his fingers inside my mouth. I sucked them clean. I had lost any sense of control. Of my body, emotions, any ability to do anything except obey and be used. I was broken.

The reason the avatar photo for @youngputa looks weird is that it is a rectangular photo compressed into a square frame. If you click through to his profile and then click on the avatar photo, you will see what I mean. The original photo was quite a bit taller than it was wide. The forum software compressed it rather than cropping it, so it makes his head look big for his avatar. Thank you for sharing more photos; you really are adorable. I'm not sure why @cumdumpotter6 felt the need to make his one and only post about this issue, but he is mistaken about the pic being bad photoshop.

Totally feel the same way. I feel it’s my duty to be a good bottom slut and take loads and please men with my hole. Especially being a cumdump at parties and bathhouses. Climb into the sling and let men use me the way they see fit. Fuck me and cum in me so they get off and I give them the pleasure they seek.

Thank you all for reading and enjoying this story. Keep an eye out for "The Boy in Red" coming soon. I'm the meantime, here's the end of Dan's adventure in Madrid... Epilogue. As he climbed into bed, quietly so as not to wake Alex, Dan's head was spinning with everything that had happened that night. It was 7am and it was light outside. Alex was asleep, wrapped in the white sheets that are always found in rented apartments; what a recipe for mess, thought Dan. As he cuddled up to his snoozing naked boyfriend, Alex stirred, reaching around to pull Dan close in behind him. Dan's cock, not quite exhausted from the nights activities was hard and he pressed it into Alex's pert behind. A shower before he'd left Greg's had cleaned off the body paint that would have served as evidence of the night's indiscretions and Dan smelled of sports body wash rather than cum and lube. As he reached to caress his naked man's lithe body, Dan felt Alex's cock, more awake than the man it was attached to. He'd always enjoyed Alex's cock, versatile like he was, Alex enjoyed a regular exchange of loads with Dan despite having been together for two years. Alex stirred further as Dan ducked under the covers and pulled His cock into his mouth. The sucking roused the sleepy man and soon Alex was, sleepily, thrusting into Dan's mouth. Alex rolled onto his back. A picture-perfect otter, Alex had just the right amount of chest hair to accentuate the slight definition on his frame. Dan straddled Alex, caressing his dick and pulling a lube packet liberated from one of the clubs. He didn't need lube to take Alex, his hole was lubed with all the loads from the night's adventures, but he figured he should at least make a show. Sliding down onto his lover's hard dick, Dan moaned as he felt the combination of poz loads coating his insides smooth the meat's passage into him. Alex gave a slight moan as Dan rode him, his cock hard at the knowledge of the dirty cum coating his boyfriend's dick. But Alex wasn't in a totally top mood. After a while of thrusting into Dan he pulled out and reversed his position, presenting his tight hole, with just the slightest bit of hair around it. Dan wasted no time in pouring lube onto his boyfriend's hole and sliding inside. Alex made little noise, but those he made were of desire and encouragement as Dan fucked him. He could barely believe he had any cum left in him, but soon he felt the tightening of his balls and his dick stiffened as he pumped his load inside his final fuck of the night. Despite the word previously emblazoned on his chest, Dan knew that he wasn't going to be needing red paint for Alex tonight, but if anything said at that apartment that night was true then maybe he'd need to soon enough. He felt momentarily guilty, but it soon passed as Alex pulled him to cuddle and he finally sank into a deep sleep. The End

Just got knocked up by this older German gentleman, who came to my town doing some business. Besides he was very polite and friendly he had delicious 7inch long thick cock. I was was surprised by it because it looked smaller on the picture. Nevertheless I sucked his cock in he's hotel room, to which he responded with satisfied groaning words of praise. I worked his niples too. Oh man, those niples of his must have been used in past so well. Just from the glance, they were prolonged and especially sensitive to the licking or squeezing. He locked my pussy to relax it for his robust cock and than he asked me to sit on him. I wasn't really sure how smooth this will go, but for my surprise down on him balls deep on the first go. His cock felt fantastic in me. I was stuffed but not to that point he'd torn me. So I start to ride on him enjoying that marvellous cock sliding in and out. Then we changed to doggy style. And that's where YOU guys form Breeding zone came to my mind. All thouse advices and types I learned here I put them to use. So I tried to keep my knees together while fucked in doggy style. For my it worked great. I believe it helped me deepened my inferiority. To prevent his exhaustion I started to impale on him mysellf using my sphincters to milk him. And finally he came deep inside me. Actually till this very moment I'm writing this I still holding his load inside my pussy (yes I called it that way in front of him). Not forgetting good menners I clean his meat gently in my mouth. He made me leak from my locked dicklett of course. He'll be back in 2 months, looking forward to it. Than you guys. Love ya.

Treasure trails and a hairy natural bush

Oh yeah. As someone who's actually a member of a motorcycle club, any gay porn that tries to depict "bikers" is generally going to produce more laughter and WTF than hardons.

If you're only topping, relax! When I moved to San Francisco in spring of '94, I got a new doctor and discussed the issue with him - he said that as long as I wasn't bottoming bare, I pretty much didn't have to worry about HIV. While that was undoubtedly an overstatement of the case, it is not so much of an exaggeration as you might think. That, of course, was long before PrEP and HAART with U=U transformed the scene. HIV is much less transmissible than most of the other common STDs to begin with (less than 1 chance in 50); add to that that you are only topping (a substantial reduction in risk) and that you are taking PrEP (another reduction in risk, even if your adherence isn't perfect), and your chances of getting it are really pretty small. Plus, if you were to get it, the consequences these days are pretty much that you have to take a daily pill... oh, wait, you were doing that already! So, Keep Calm and Keep Fucking!

I travel a lot between Canada, Europe, UK and Africa. So the time zone change for me is +6 hours on these trips. So, like @FelchingPisser suggests, I have my phone set to remind me to take my pills at 0800 Canada time every day. When I am in Europe... that becomes either 1pm or 2pm (depending where I am) and that is usually lunch. It helps remind me to do my thing... at a fairly regular time. And yes, the math people will point out I lose/gain 6 hours going there/coming back... but it IS fairly consistent for me. I also went to the Dollar store here (Pound store for you - grin) and bought a pill dispenser for daily pills. By looking at the dispenser, I can quickly tell whether I have taken my pill that day. They come in different sizes... you might just take one medication (PrEP) and would require a small dispenser. But it is a 'visual'. As far as being concerned? PrEP has proven to be pretty darn reliable. There is always an 'exception' case.... but the science shows it to be pretty effective. As you (and all of us at some point in time) have found out - it doesn't protect from OTHER STI's... so, this is a risk when fucking raw regardless of whether you are on PrEP or not.... it will always be there. I don't think you can shock a nurse or doctor in a sexual health clinic. They have seen it all. Don't worry about what 'they' think... they are there to help you. The fact that you are being tested regularly is a good thing overall to your NHS in the end. You are 'managing' your situation by being proactive and being tested/monitored. In the end.. that is a good thing. People will ALWAYS judge you... regardless of what you do or think... so do what is best for.. you!! Cheers mate!

If I were the bottom in porn, I'd service the camera man and every guy in the room when we were done filming.

My wife took the kids to the zoo today so I got to have some fun with a little high school twink that lives down the street. He came over as soon as they left and blew me on the couch and then I filled that hole up with 2 loads on my wife’s side of the bed. He took my fat cock like a champ.

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 never knew my hole and body could be so sore from being fuck. When I saw the clock it was 1:30 so where did the last 24 hours go.

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.

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.

Part 5 - Scandinavian Surprise He found the bathroom on the second floor of the sprawling apartment. As he walked into the doorway, he spotted a lithe naked body enjoying the shower. Somehow, Dan's dick still found enough energy to spring to attention as he admired the water cascading over the beautiful man cleaning himself after the night's activities. At least six feet tall, the showering beauty was rubbing himself with soap and spending no short time rubbing his semi-hard dick. Dan stood and watched as the shower god intermittently stroked his dick and played with his hole, keeping both covered with plenty of soap. The three letters blazed red on his chest, marking his new status; while Dan knew the shower would cleanse the paint from his body, he knew nothing could now cleanse the virus that was reprogramming his body from the inside. Dan laid back on the smooth marble bench in the wet room and jerked his still-hard dick as he watched the shower scene before him. So engrossed in pleasure , he barely noticed the water stop and the lithe figure emerge from the large shower. He looked Scandinavian, maybe Danish, with piercing blue eyes, bright blond hair and a chiseled jaw. He towered himself off with a fluffy white towel, one of many laid out for the night, eyeing Dan from head to toe, yet saying nothing. His hair was in a messy, spiky state as he walked over and took Dan’s Dick in his mouth in one go. Dan could feel his meat shooting down his new companion’s thrust, but blond didn’t seem to have any gag reflex. Dan moaned deeply, enjoying the sensation, he didn’t know how long it was before he found his dick momentarily cold as the Nordic stud straddled him and he felt the right sensation of fresh hole against his mouth. Dan let his tongue loose and hungrily devoured the smooth snack forced onto him. The shower left this beautiful figure clean on the outside but Dan’s Tongue still caught the taste of cum inside; this boy had been bred, probably over and over. He dove his tongue inside voraciously, savouring every moment, opening up this fresh hole ready for what he hoped would come next. As his snack receded and ride back down Dan’s sweat and cum covered body towards his throbbing dick, Dan realised that they were not alone. “So you met my boyfriend, huh?” Greg growled with a naughty grin. “He’s a fucking dirty cumslut, and he’s the one that found you online and told me to invite you. His hole is swimming with charged cum from tonight, not that they’ll do anything new to him, right Kristofer?” The blond grinned and leaned back to kiss Greg, arching his back and riding down onto Dan’s eight inch uncut meat. Dan moaned in glorious ecstasy as he felt the warm wet hole wrap around him. But the best was yet to come, as Greg pushed Kris down to kiss Dan deeply and Dan felt a new pressure; Greg was sliding in to join him. Kris rocked, struggling to take the two might poz dicks invading his hole, his face half pure pleasure and half pure pain. Soon both dicks were ball deep and bareback, Greg sliding in and out as Dan laid back and enjoyed the pure sensation of double penetration. He ran his hands over the beautiful lithe body riding him, and the muscle stud running the show from behind. He felt Greg’s dick grow bigger and heard his breath quicken, Dan’s dick began to gush in sympathy as Greg exploded and the both pumped their toxic seed into the tight scandic ass. Dan was gasping as Kris lifted of them, panting hard, his dick solid and quivering. Dan realised his vulnerability only moments before his legs were raised and Kris’s dick plunged into his raw, used, pozzed hole. Greg was beside him, holding his arms above his head, pinning him to the bench as Kris slid in and out of his sloppy hole. “He’s the most toxic guy here tonight, and he’s wanted you since he spotted your profile. If nothing ride tonight takes, his will.” Kris grinned as Greg encouraged him, “poz this little neg chaser slut, Mark him as ours”. That was enough to send this Danish dream over the edge as Dan felt the last load of the night flood him. He lay, alone and exhausted in the bathroom for what seemed like days before finally calling it a night

Thanks for all the encouragement,I’m going to add more to the story over the next week. Earlier today I was with two guys, Asian top with a great cock, and a twenty something black guy, really nice, with a lean body and a beautiful uncut cock. He wasn’t into getting fucked today which was fine with me.After some time chatting and getting cloudy , we traded blowjobs, then thh hvE black kid started to work my hole with a series of ever bigger dildos. Ie. Asian guy then had me sit on his cock and ride him. After a few hours I left still horny, not wanting to waste the whole day either. So I went to the gym. When I was getting undressed, I realized I still had on my black leather jock. Despite Viagra earlier, my cock was really shrunken and tiny. Just got the attention and a couple of the guys that I suspect or know are gay. I still was determined to get in a workout but I made it fast. I walked around naked in the locker room ostentatiously car pulling in the drive go to my locker again make sure people know it was there. I went into the sauna, and found one very hot guy. We did a little back-and-forth, he moved his hand to my hole. I quickly stood up in a darker corner, turning my ass to him. In no time he was pounding away, and soon gave me me nice load of cum

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.

Ah yes, the cameraman! Sometimes - mostly in amateur porn- you get a view of the cameraman's boner while he's filming (either naked or in shorts) or pulling his dick. Or he makes the bottom suck him for a bit before returning to fliming the scene.

1. Seeing a top orgasm inside a guy. But I mean seeing it. His ass spasming or his cock spasming as he cums. 2. Seeing a bottom opening and clenching their toes involuntarily from being fucked so good.

The only good thing about being a Mall Santa - beyond the extra pay check and the opportunity to take some time off being a bouncer at the bar - was the eye candy. Sure, brats leapt onto my lap (and more than a few managed to kick me in the balls doing so) and sure sometimes there's barf and there's a hell of a lot of crying, but some of the young dads are hot, but this year's prize definitely went to one of the elves. I'd never see him at my other job as there was no way he'd step into something as untrendy as the bear bar, but I got to see him just fine in his tight green elf pants (which were more like shiny spandex or yoga wear than actual 'pants'). And, before he put on his overly long elf jacket, I could see he was slender, sported some sharp little nipples which looked to be perfectly edible. Naturally he was a dirty blond, had soft brown doe eyes and even had dimples. He was the best damn thing I'd ever worked with - except for the attitude. I hated his attitude. See, he was a snob, an effete twink who knew he was cute and liked to drop comments into conversation to make sure we all knew who was looking at him (and that he'd noticed.) Once he found out I was gay, something I let drop casually to see if it would shut him up, it changed in tone, but his remarks were no less obnoxious, if anything, his remarks were even more unpleasant. For example I remember he said "I bet it's nice not having to worry about your gut, y'know, being a bear and all" and “I work really hard to stay this healthy and it’s a lot of work" and "It's gotta be hard to be around all the younger guys, eh? They probably blow right by you" and "I'm sure the bear community is interesting, I guess, but I'd get bored with all that flannel and denim." Stuff like that. Still, as flaws went, it wasn't insurmountable. I liked young fellows with attitude; I liked to put them in their place and drill it out of them, and as for his mouth? Well, I had gags aplenty at home. As for his crack about how hard it was to stay healthy, I had something hard I’d love to introduce him to, and damn the consequences. To him, anyway. Being Santa, I got to give the elves names, and he had no choice but to answer to Twinkie when we worked together, although his name was Parker, and I made sure to make him do any of the lifting - if only because I liked to watch him bend over, as only then would his coat slide up enough to show of his firm round ass. "Shouldn't you do this?" he'd ask, grunting lifting up the boxes of candy canes and little toys we handed out to the kids, trying to goad me on by adding "Aren't you supposed to be a big strong muscle bear under that costume?" It was said with mild contempt, and I could definitely hear it. "Oh I can lift," I replied in a low voice into his ear as he passed by, "...but I prefer to shove." He stumbled, and nearly dropped the box. His eyes widened, as I put my Santa beard on over my actual short beard, and of course I smiled at him. "What?" he asked. I smiled wider. "You heard me. We bears don't mind getting rough. Especially when there's good reason." I let my eyes trail up and down his slender form and then put on my hat and left the little changing area in Santa's village to go to my throne. When Twinkie showed up a few minutes later, he was a little more polite than usual at first, though he was back to his usual self by the end of the shift. The next afternoon, he dropped another obnoxious comment, "It's hard to find guys who care enough about personal grooming. All that hair, ick!" I waited patiently until there were no kids around and nodded at the red and over-sized white striped pole that was near the candy canes were stuffed in an open sack. "Hey Twinkie, give my pole a good rub-down." He blinked at me, obviously not accustomed to being on the defensive, and in a shaken voice asked "What?" I gestured to the North Pole. "It's dusty. Rub it down. I'm sure you know how. It's not complicated." He blushed, but I was the boss, so he grabbed some paper towel and a bottle of cleaner and started to clean it up. "That's right," I said, pitching my voice to him as I walked past on my way to the throne. "Get it just wet enough. You don't want it too slick, or you'll never get it off." I squeezed his shoulder, and felt him shiver beneath me. I watched him work, and he didn't meet my gaze at all, and just before he was done, I saw him put his hand in his pocket and adjust himself. I smiled behind my Santa beard. This was going to be fun. I went in to full gear with him. Anytime Twinkie was alone with Santa, even if it was just a few seconds between kids, I'd find a way to drop a suggestive comment into the mix. "So what would you like Santa to shove through your chimney, Twinkie?" or "You want to suck on something? I got something right here." (And with that I would hand him a candy cane) or "Is your costume okay? You keep tugging at it" and "Santa could definitely use some warm buns - the pole sure is chilly." I'd grab his shoulder and squeeze when I could, and before long he was flustered and clumsy. Here was a boy who'd never had an older daddy bear chasing after him, and he had no idea what to do. His first few attempts at banter fell a little flat, and when I turned his comments into further innuendo, he fell quieter each time, just blushing and going about his day. "I'm pretty sure Santa would bring you any toy you'd like, Twinkie. You want to reach in and see what he's for you?" He blushed redder. "I bet elf-ears make great grips." This made him nearly trip. When we were changing after our shift on the last weekend before Christmas, he kept his back to me, and I admired his firm buns. When he tugged his jeans on over his elf tights I let out a little chuckle, and he flinched. When he put on his jacket and turned to leave, he saw I'd shucked down to my wifebeater and jeans, and I caught him looking at my wide chest and thick arms. "You see something you want for Christmas?" I asked him. He shook his head, blushed again, and said he'd see me Christmas Eve. "Sure thing, Twinkie," I said. "And I've got a present for you, too." He looked up, and I smiled at him in a way that made his whole body shiver. He moved to leave and I stepped in front of him just enough to make him hesitate. "Excuse me," he said. I smiled again. "I thought twinks just blow right by bears like me." He bit his lip, and had to slide by me. I let my hand brush his thigh and the back of his ass, and he let out a little breath as he escaped. I laughed loud enough for him to hear, and then got changed. Christmas Eve there were four of us working, and I brought each of the other elves a present to take home – Twinkie eyed his nervously – and when the long day finally ended, I turned to the other two and said, “You two can go ahead. I’ll give Twinkie a ride.” If they noticed his discomfort, they didn’t care – he’d made no friends of any of the six of us he worked with with his initial attitude – and they left as soon as they could. I watched Parker open up a box to put the last of the toys and candy canes in while the mall announced it was closing. “You make sure that whatever goes in goes in tight, Twinkie,” I said, and he bit his lip, working silently. We pulled down most of the more portable bits, and after a half-hour or so, I nodded. We were still in costume. “Okay,” I said. “The mall maintenance crew will do the rest before opening on Boxing day. Come on,” I said. My little elf followed quietly into the small room behind the throne, and I pulled off my beard and hat, waiting for it. I started to undo the buttons on my Santa jacket before he finally said something. He’d taken off the elf jacket – I could see his slim body trembling a bit in his plain white t-shirt and those tight elf pants and stupid curly-toed shoes. “Where’s my bag?” I feigned looking around. “Maybe one of the other elves took it?” He looked at me. “Please.” I smiled. “Let me look in Santa’s sack.” I made a show of looking in it, then said. “Nope, no clothes in there. Hey – check your present out. I know I said it was for later, but open it now.” He glanced around, then went to the box I’d wrapped and marked for Twinkie. He pulled it open quickly – he was a tearer, I noted – and then opened the lid. “You like it?” I asked, smiling. “You could wear that.” It was a green jock strap – the same colour as his elf costume – and across the waist I’d had “Twinkie” embroidered. He looked up at me. “Look,” he said, but his voice cracked a bit. “I’m sorry about all the stuff I said... You’re a nice guy.” I smirked. “No I’m not. I’m not nice at all, Twinkie. But I think you like that. Or at least, your dick does, if that semi you’re sporting is any indication.” He bit his lip, and I took a step toward him. “Tell you what, Twinkie. Maybe you should get changed, and sit on Santa’s lap, and tell him what you want for Christmas.” “I want my bag,” he said, but his voice had even more of a tremble to it now than before. “Then ask Santa,” I said, and smiled at him, pulling off the jacket and dropping it to the floor. The wifebeater I wore underneath was a bit damp from the work we’d been doing. I turned the only chair in the small room around, and sat on it, spreading my legs a little and crossing my arms. He looked at me for a long time – I imagine he was trying to stare me down – but I just held his gaze and smiled. Finally, shaking even more, he started to walk toward me. “No no no,” I said, raising one hand. I let my arm flex, and I saw his eyes shift to look. Oh, this was too easy. “You need to get dressed up for Santa.” He froze. “I...” “You want to ask Santa for a present, don’t you?” I smiled, and stretched my arms over and behind my head until my back cracked. He winced at the noise. Then he nodded. I watched him shuffle back to the box he’d unwrapped, and then he turned his back to pull his t-shirt over his head. I laughed low in my throat, and he flinched again. The smooth skin at small of his back emphasized his narrow waist. I laughed again when he kicked off his elf shoes and then hurriedly peeled off his elf tights in one quick motion and stumbled a bit trying to put on the jockstrap as quickly as he could. I got a great view of his lean legs and his round ass cheeks, as pert and tight as I imagined, especially when he bent over to step into the strap. I caught a glimpse of his balls, too – he had low-hangers – and was unsurprised to see no hair on him anywhere. He stood there, facing the wall, just breathing. “Come on over, Twinkie,” I said. He took a deep breath, and turned around. The bulge in his jock-strap made it obvious that despite his mild protest, he was definitely reacting to the situation. His stomach was as smooth as I imagined, and his chest was lean and fit. His nipples were as small and as sharp as I’d imagined, and I couldn’t help but leer at him. He approached slowly, and I made a grand show of patting my thighs. He shifted awkwardly in front of me, and then started to sit down across my thighs. I wrapped one thick arm under his and with a quick tug I pulled him into my lap, where – no doubt – he could feel my already obvious hard-on pressed between his wonderful ass cheeks. He shifted, and I wrapped both of my arms around him and squeezed. “Well hello, Twinkie,” I said, and he ducked his head a little, his hands gripping tightly in his lap, obviously trying to cover his arousal. I put my lips to his ear. “Have you been naughty or nice?” He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. “What?” I raised one eyebrow. “You know how this works, Twinkie. First Santa asks if you’ve been naughty or nice.” I let go of him just long enough to wrap my arms back around him and squeeze, pinning his own arms against his chest. He was sitting across my lap, his legs over the side of my chair, and squeezing him pulled his face more toward my chest. I squeezed again. “Now, Twinkie, have you been naughty or nice?” “I...” He swallowed. “I’ve been nice.” I laughed, and it wasn’t a ho-ho-ho. “Oh, Twinkie. Santa has a list, and he knows you’ve been naughty.” I slid my left hand across his chest, and pinched one of his pert little nipples. He yelped, and squirmed in my lap. It made me growl low in my chest, and my dick grew harder. I looked at his jock, and saw he was definitely squirming in a good way, too. “Naughty or nice?” I repeated, rubbing his nipple again. “Naughty,” he said. I laughed again. “Good boy, Twinkie,” I said. “Now, you know what happens when you’re nice?” He swallowed. “I get a present?” I nodded, and squeezed again. “Very good, Twinkie. Now what do you think happens when you’re naughty?” He closed his eyes for a second, and I shifted just enough to grind my hard-on against his butt. He squirmed again, and it felt just as good. “N-n-no,” he wavered. “Santa gets the present,” I said, and with that I slid my left hand down his back and let one finger slide between those delightfully round ass cheeks just a bit. He let out a yelp, and tried to slide off my lap. I held him long enough to let him know I could have made him stay on my lap, then let go. He slid off, but I moved my hands to his shoulders and pushed hard enough to make him sit down at my feet. He looked up at me. “Time to give my pole a rub-down, Twinkie,” I said, and undid the broad flap on the Santa pants. His eyes locked on my crotch as I unfolded the pants open, and revealed the black jock strap I was wearing underneath. “Then I can have my bag?” he asked. I liked this – he was agreeing already, in his own way. “Then you can ask for your bag,” I agreed. He leaned forward, and lifted a hesitant hand. I reached out and took his wrist and pressed it against my hard dick. He rubbed it, applying a little pressure, and kept his eyes away from mine. I chuckled, and he looked at me. “I’ve seen you do better. You know better. Rub it down, boy.” He bit his lip, but shifted forward between my legs – which I spread a bit wider for him – and then he used both hands to pull my dick free of the jockstrap pouch, tucking it to the side. I’m sure the thick hair bugged him, but he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave my dick another tug. He watched the foreskin tighten, and then gave it another tug. I got harder, and my cockhead started to peek out on his down strokes. “Now get it just wet enough, Twinkie.” His brown eyes met mine for the briefest of moments before he looked down again. His hand shook on my hard dick, and I exhaled long and loud. “Come on, Twinkie. You want to ask Santa, don’t you?” He leaned forward, moved one hand to my thigh, and then opened his mouth to suck my dick. When his lips wrapped around my cock, I let out a contented rumble, and leaned back in the chair. He was breathing quickly, and I had the urge to grab the back of his head and shove him down until I was in his throat. I resisted. Barely. He bobbed his head down a bit, and I groaned. The elf was a decent cocksucker, it turned out. I shouldn’t be surprised. The loud ones are always the ones gagging for a dick. After he sucked for a few strokes, I couldn’t resist putting a hand on his head, and though he tensed, he didn’t pull away. After a few more strokes, his tongue licking my dick and him getting used to my thick cock, I tightened my hold on his hair and lifted off the chair a bit to meet his sucking with a short thrust. He gagged a bit, but I held him firm as his hands gripped my red cloth pants. “Yeah, Twinkle, that’s not bad. You’re doing good, boy.” He slurped and sucked and sometimes gagged a bit, until finally, when I was good and hard, I pulled him away from my dick with a quick jerk. His brown eyes were watery with tears from when he’d gagged a bit. I looked down at him, and he bit his lip when I tugged his hair tighter. “Please..?” he said. “What’s that, Twinkle?” I asked, amused. “Can I have my bag?” I smiled down at him. “You don’t ask from down there, boy,” I said, shaking my head. “You know better than that, boy. Back onto my lap. And ask properly.” He shivered, and his eyes widened for a moment. “What?” I spread my legs a little wider, and slapped my red-cloth-covered thighs. My cock stood tall and proud – I’d put on a cock-ring before work for just this moment. Parker swallowed, but he rose shakily, and once again tried to sit sideways across my lap. “No no no,” I said, and grabbed his waist, turning him to face me. I slid my legs between his, one at a time, and then pulled at his waist until he slid forward and crouched over my dick. He sat down with a whimper, and I felt my cock pressed between those luscious round cheeks. His face was right in front of mine, flushed and awkward. He stared at my chest. I wrapped my arms around him again, and rocked him back and forth a bit, my cock sliding along his crack. “Now then,” I said, leaning ahead and putting my beard right against his ear. “Do you have a question for Santa, Twinkle?” “Can I have my bag?” he asked. “Hrm,” I said, and shifted my weight under him, rubbing my dick between his ass cheeks again. “Santa will let you reach into his bag, since you’ve admitted to being naughty. Let’s start with that.” Parker tensed, and I leaned over – more wonderful friction between my dick and his sweet cheeks – and I glanced down to see a telltale wet-spot on the front of his green jockstrap. His dick was very hard. I pulled up the bag and held it just a little out of his reach. He leaned over to get it, and I shifted just-so underneath him, rubbing my dickhead across his pucker for a moment. He let out a little whimper, and I smiled and let him reach into the bag. He pulled out a smaller bag, one of a few I’d put in there, and he held it in one hand. I slid my hands back to his waist and pulled him back onto my lap again, grinding my dick up between his cheeks and pulling him even closer to my stomach and chest. He undid the knot on the bag with trembling fingers, holding the small red bag over my stomach and then reaching inside and pulling out the first of the two items – a small bottle of lube. He swallowed. “There’s more, Twinkie,” I said, and took the little bottle from him. He reached in again, and pulled out the ball gag. I could tell at once he had no idea what it was, and I smiled at him. “It’s to stop naughty boys from saying naughty things,” I said, and he bit his lip frowning at the rubber ball and straps. “Please, I... I’ll be nice...” I smiled, and took the ball gag from his fingers with my free hand. I pressed it against his lips, and he whimpered before opening his mouth. I pushed it in, and then put the small bottle of lube in my mouth while I took the straps of the ball gag and tied them around the back of Parker’s head. I took the lube from my mouth and smiled at the young man. His eyes were wide. “That’s much better,” I said. “Can’t say naughty things, can you?” He made a noise, and I smiled even wider. “You know, I think Santa’s pole isn’t as wet as it needs to be. Don’t you agree, Twinkie?” Parker whimpered as I uncapped the lube and squirted some onto my open hand. When I reached behind him with the hand that held the bottle and tugged him up and off my dick, he pressed against my stomach and chest, shaking as he spread his thighs and balanced on his knees in a half-crouch over me – it wasn’t a position he could keep for long. I rubbed my lubed hand against my dick, then started to stroke my fingers up between the young man’s ass cheeks, pouring more of the cool liquid onto my fingers and giving his pucker a little prod with my finger tips. Parker’s hands gripped my shoulders and he was breathing in little puffy breaths, his knees shaking against my thighs, propped up against me. I moved my head a little and found his little pointed left nipple with my mouth and gave him a little bite. Ah, his nipples were sensitive, as was his little twink rosebud. Perfect. I sucked on his nipple. The noise he made into the gag was music to my ears. I pushed a little harder with my fingertip, and he pushed back against me, unable to help himself and still perched half up on his knees. “Oh, Twinkle,” I said, freeing his left nipple and sliding my mouth across his chest to the other side. “I think you want to be nice for Santa, don’t you? Very nice indeed...” He shivered again, but when I gave his right nipple a stronger bite, his whole body shook and the groaned into the ball-gag and my fingertip slipped into his pucker. I rubbed at him for a few moments while I chewed on him, and he groaned and writhed against me, his legs now quaking with the effort to stay upright against me. His hands gripped at my shoulders, now a bit damp with sweat, and I growled as I bit and sucked and licked at his nipple. I slid my finger further into him, prodding a little further, and he groaned again. Enough. I pulled my finger free – he let out a small moan into the rubber ball. I dropped the lube, gripped my dick, and reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him back down, aiming my cock upright between those pert round ass cheeks, right at his pucker. He cried out into the ball-gag, but gravity was against him, not to mention a big bear with a strong arm. He sank onto my dick and I felt that tight bubble butt open for my cock a few inches. He tried to brace himself against my shoulders again, and his head hung, his eyes clenched shut, while he grunted and groaned into the ball-gag. He was crouched, half-buried on my cock, his lean thighs shaking with the effort. “Oh, fuck yes,” I growled, and gave him a little buck. He cried out into the gag again, and squirmed on my dick, which only made my cock go in deeper. He whimpered and I pulled on him again. “Come on, boy,” I said. “You know you want Santa’s dick... that’s a bear dick sliding into you, boy...” I bucked again, and he cried out again, his legs shaking, and another inch of my cock slid inside him. He was so fucking tight. His voice was perfect now that it was silenced by the rubber ball-gag. “Oh, that’s a nice boy,” I growled. “Santa wants you to side down on his lap, and then you can ask him again, like a good boy...” Parker whimpered into the ball-gag, but his legs were shaking from his awkward crouch, and his ass was sending his brain the feedback that all good bottom boys get when there’s a dick half-way up their hole. He sat down on my dick, his cheeks speared on my dick, and his own dick hard and poking out now from the pouch of his green jock. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing in sharp puffs from his nose, still crouched above me, his calves now bearing his weight but his legs still half-bent in a squat. “Look at Santa, boy,” I said. He opened his eyes, and met my gaze. I nodded, and slid my hands down to his waist and gave him a sharp tug towards me. My cock ground around inside him, and his surprised yelp into the ball-gag made it obvious that my cock was rubbing him just right. Typical twink bottom boy – get some meat into him, and he just can’t help himself. “Okay, Twinkie. You want Santa to give you presents, don’t you, boy?” I tugged him toward me again, my cock hard and buried balls-deep up his ass. He groaned wildly, and nodded. I smiled, and ground my cock into him again, then reached over to my bag – not the Santa bag this time, but my own – and pulled out the cuffs I’d put in there. Parker didn’t notice at first, he was enjoying my dick rubbing him as I tilted, but when he saw the cuffs, his eyes widened. “First present, boy. Hands,” I demanded. He was shaking, but he held his hands out in front of him, obeying. I cuffed his wrists together, and then pulled his arms over my head, his cuffed hands now trapped behind my neck. Then, with no further pause, I started to jerk him towards me with rough tugs to his waist. He groaned and grunted, crying out, and I felt his hands twist and writhe behind my head. “Yeah, that’s a good present for you, boy, isn’t it?” I growled, and when he didn’t answer, I slapped his ass with my hand, hard. He yelped into the gag. “Isn’t it?” I asked again. He nodded, making inarticulate noises into the gag as I ground my dick in a slow circle inside him, rocking him to the left and the right. “Hold on, boy... This hairy bear has another present for you...” I gripped under his legs, and rose from the chair. My cock, buried in his tight pucker, must have speared him as I slowly rose to my feet, and he moaned, his arms tight around my neck, his back arching, and his legs wrapped around my waist. He was helpless, hung around my neck, impaled on my cock, and totally at the mercy of his ass, which was definitely clenching around my meat. He groaned and grunted as I managed to grip his ass in one hand to hold him in place while my other shucked the oversized red pants down. I stepped out of them in nothing but the black boots now, and then walked with the young man riding my dick all the way to the one solid wall of the little hut – the one built against the back of the escalators in the mall. I shoved him into the wall, and buried my dick into him hard. He cried out again. “Okay, you little shit,” I growled into his ear. “You’ve been a pain in my ass for weeks, and now I’m going to take it out on your ass in trade.” I slammed him again, burying myself deep. “With interest.” I pressed him against the wall, and used one hand to tug his head to the left, so I could rub my rough beard all over his smooth neck before giving him a rough bite and other three hard thrusts against the wall. Parker whimpered and moaned and cried out into the ball-gag. “Such a fucking whore, aren’t you?” I snarled. “High and mighty, but put a dick up your ass and you’re nothing but a chew-toy for the bear, aren’t you?” I squeezed his ass cheeks so tight it would bruise, and rammed him again. He cried out into the gag again and again. “Aren’t you?” He nodded over and over, agreeing as his skin grew wet with sweat. My wife-beater was getting wet with my own sweat, and I could smell us as I fucked him like the cheap little shit he was. “You ready for your last present, boy?” I snarled at him, reaching up and gripping his chin with one hand, and making him face me. His eyes were wide and they fluttered when I rammed him again and again, the friction magic with the lube and his tight hole. “Boy?” I growled. He nodded. I reached under him, and unsnapped the cockring. My balls ached with the urge to spunk inside him. Then I reached back up gripped the back of his head. I picked up my pace, ramming him ruthlessly. “Here’s your choice, boy,” I said, voice even. “You can let me breed you boy – fill you right up with my dirty bear cum and give you the gift that keeps on giving – or you can have your clothes back. Your choice.” His eyes widened as what I was saying made it to his foggy getting-fucked brain. I laughed when I realized it took him so long because he was so close to coming himself. “I’d say you’ve got about six or seven thrusts from this bear dick before you need to choose...” I undid the snaps on his ball gag and tugged on the ball-snapping it free. I rammed home again. And again. “Please!” he gasped. I rammed him again, grinding him against the wall. “Please what, boy?” “Oh!” he gasped, “Oh, oh fuck! Please! I need... I can’t...” I fucked him again, and his moan seemed to come from deep in his stomach. “What do you need? You need me to fuck you and fill you up, don’t you boy?” I rammed in hard. “Yes! I mean, oh, I mean...” His head slammed against the wall with every thrust, and reached up and gripped his head in both hands, spearing him against the wall with one last rough lunge as my balls unloaded deep into his boy-ass. His eyes never left mine, and he cried out as his own dick spurted between us, slick against his smooth stomach and rubbing into my damp wife-beater. I stayed buried inside him while my cock surged twice more, and then ground myself into him a little bit before I pulled away from the wall. His arms tightened around my neck, and he let out a little choked sob. “You want your clothes now, boy?” I asked him. My cock slid free from his ass, and I felt some of my sperm drip onto my thigh as he shifted to stand on his own feet, his arms still around my neck. I fingered his slick hole, and he whimpered a little. “What’s that?” I asked. “Yes please,” He said. I smiled. “Good boy. And then Santa will give you a ride back to his place. He’s gonna fill your chimney with presents all night long, boy. You like that idea, Twinkie? This bear is gonna tie you down and you’re going to learn how much you like a hairy man who can plow you so hard you’ll be begging to pass out. You want that for Christmas?” Parker looked at me, and swallowed hard. “Yes, sir.” I smiled. “I like your attitude.”

My stories are completely fiction for the purpose of sexual fantasy only. In the real world, consent is important to us all. Mutual consent is the key to getting laid, and it keeps us out of jail. I wish I had more time to write porn. It usually requires a nothing-planned weekend and 6 hours at my computer with a rainstorm keeping me inside. I have other hot stories on this site that get me creaming my shorts in no time. The Broken Jock, The Broken Jock II: The Third Baseman, and How to Get Your Poz Cock into Lyle Cranston's Speedos. All my stories feature various returning characters to help keep character development from getting too much in the way of the action (why we're here). My first story, the Broken Jock actually began with the first few chapters in the "Bareback Stories" forum, but... I eventually got poz tops bare fucking my neg protagonist, and so the rest of my stories are here in the "Bug Chasing and Gift-Giving Section" where they fit in very well. Enjoy this new installment. The Broken Jock III: The Left Fielder This is Clyde, John’s husband. It’s springtime and I’m at the bar for a season opener party for the hot gay softball team my partner John and I are on the war path for pozzing up. Last season, John and I were useful in double poz fucking Adam the short stop, and I’m pretty sure that John and I pozzed up that beautiful ass on Tom the third baseman, especially after he returned to our doorstep, wet and cold from a rainy SantaCon, for a repeat bare fuck from us in December. A group of us poz breeders, my partner John, Leon, anon online tops Poz9In and Coach4Jox have zeroed in on this team that seems ripe for the picking—for bareback fucking… and pozzing. They have some fresh new players this season and the group of us have been waiting for today to start our plan. Coach4Jox has his eye on a 21-year-old twink, Caleb, who seems to be playing a lot at left field according to what Leon has reported to the guild. He’s blond, slim with powerful legs from running a lot, and a small bubble butt that Coach says he wants to pop. He said that he has done his research and knows for sure that the kid is neg. I didn’t ask. At the request of Coach4Jox, we are all currently buying shots for Caleb so that he can be buzzed enough to be walked home by one or two of us on the guild. So far, Caleb has accepted all offers, and Coach looks delighted at his prospects of getting his bare poz cock up in that cute butt later tonight. I, on the other hand, have my eye on the new catcher, Evan. A stocky ginger boy, 23, with green eyes, strawberries and cream skin and coppery hair parted on the side. Like Tom, his white softball pants were tight and showed off his muscular butt. Even at 68, my poz cock drips just thinking about that neg hole on Evan. I know he’s neg because I found his profile on the safe-only hook up site after searching for hours. I practically creamed my bike shorts on Sunday morning when I found it, and knew I had to pursue this one. Not all of the guild of poz breeders was present for the team’s first fundraiser of the year, but we have all secretly tasked ourselves with pozzing up the team this year, hopefully without the coach or the team catching on too quickly. Adam and Tom are keeping quiet, and Adam, now Leon’s boy, is helping us lure his teammates when we demand it. At the end of the beer bust, Adam is tasked with offering Coach for a walk home for the very drunk Caleb—creating the very dream scenario Coach had wanted for stealth pozzing Adam. Evan was bought some stiff drinks by me, and he nodded a cheers to me in thanks before drinking it down. He approached me only on the third drink to say hello and thanks. I told him that I always buy drinks for beautiful boys, and he smiled and blushed. I laughed. When he recovered, he kissed me on the lips and turned back to his teammates to participate in a loud team cheer. As the fundraiser was ending, Adam did his job of offering Coach to walk Caleb home and, surprisingly, he did the same for me and Evan. Evan chatted with me for as I watched Coach leave with young and very inebriated left fielder. Evan kissed me and said, “Thanks for the offer—Clyde was it?—but my boyfriend is coming over to take me home.” “Damn! Really?” I said putting on an evil smile. “You mean I’m not going to get to shove my cock up that amazing ass tonight?” I teased him. He blushed again and grabbed a napkin and pen from the bar. EVAN 555-9033. “Text me next weekend, okay. Maybe we can do that then. My boyfriend and I are open but we have some rules for being safe.” I nodded and smiled, hiding my disappointment, but not my hardon which was blatantly stretching down my left calf under my khakis. “Sounds good.” “He’s here.” He got his cap and a bag of softball gear and turned back to me. “Till then.” “Bye, Evan.” I watched as his white cloth-clad but moved to the door. Next week I will get up that. ———- My hardon was now calling for a replacement ass and I remembered that Coach and Caleb were on their way to the boy’s place. I texted Coach to let me tag along. ME: I’ll fuck him after you if you want. I’d like to pound your toxic seed in good with my big cock.” I knew that would get Coach on board. COACH4JOX: Fuck yeah! We’re only a block away on Dougherty Street. Come catch up and then follow behind us. I quickly walked out of the club and made my way to Dougherty. When I turned the corner, Coach was helping Caleb up off the sidewalk. He was wasted. Coach turned and saw me, and motioned with his head to follow them. It took us about 10 minutes to get to the kid’s apartment. After opening the building’s front gate, the twink bounded up the stairs. Coach held the gate open for me and we both got in the small entry way and walked up to find Caleb’s apartment door wide open. The boy was already passed out on the bed, face down when we closed the apartment door. Coach and I celebrated with a sigh. I got out the fresh bottle of poppers from my front pocket that had been meant for Evan, as Coach started unbuckling Caleb’s softball pants and pulling them down. “I like to just take off their pants… and shoes, of course,” Coach said. I went down to the youth’s feet and pulled off his cleats. When Coach got Caleb’s pants off we stood up at the end of the bed admiring the boy’s smooth, white, jock-strapped butt. A minute later I snapped out of my trance and stripped out of my clothes. Coach eventually saw me totally nude, get onto the bed to handle Caleb’s ass. I was leaking precum already as I opened up the kid’s cheeks to show Coach his prize. He was happy to see a smooth pink pucker—as was I. The Coach looked away to undress, and, as the dirty old man I am, I took that opportunity to touch Caleb’s hole with my finger. Caleb moaned. Damn fine, I though to myself. I quickly used my finger and took a large gob of precum mid-drip from my hard poz cock and fingered it shallowly into the pink hole before Coach would notice. This was not my conquest, but I wanted my poz sperm in there first. Caleb moaned ask I slicked his hole up. I then took my other hand and moved the crotch of his white jock down so that I could get in more. With two fingers, I pushed in two fingers and let a large drop of precum fall from my cock right into the kid’s opened hole before Coach could catch what I was doing to his boy. When he did turn around, he got between the boys legs and pushed them wide apart. I went to the head of the bed to offer the boy my cock to suck on. Groggily, Caleb opened his mouth and suckled on the head of my large cock. Feeling the kid’s tongue work my piss slit, I rolled my eyes back at Coach and pushed out more precum for the boy to take in, now from this end. He liked it and sucked more of my cock into his mouth. “Damn nice, boy!” I said. Coach’s cock was hard and ready to plunge into the boy’s butt, but I figured some popper’s would help get the boy loosened up more. “Put some lube on your cock while I popper him up for you.” I opened up the brown bottle and put it under Caleb’s nostril. “Breathe in, Caleb.” My cock was still halfway lodged in his mouth when he inhaled his first hit. I pulled my cock out to help the kid get a bigger hit. “Good boy!” I gave him 3 hits in each nostril and the kid was flying and I nodded to Coach, “He fucking ready for it.” Coach pushed his bare cock up to Caleb’s hole and breached it almost immediately (with my precum work ahead of time). Caleb cried out and I shushed him, and gave him my cock to suck on again. The boy sucked my cock perfectly. I started to fuck Caleb’s throat he was getting me so worked up. Meanwhile, Coach was barebacking the left fielder’s hole very hard and he was getting close fast. Stealthers like coach probably have to be fast, I thought to myself. “I’m going to charge up this hole, boy,” Coach said to the boy. Caleb made a guttural noise around my pistoning rod in his throat. “Fucking sweet ass on you.” “Are you cumming?” I asked, my cock throbbing in Caleb’s mouth with the mention of it. “Tell me when you shoot. Don’t pull out, just tell me when you are loading the boy up.” Caleb tried to say something then, but I rammed my cock into his throat to quiet him. “Let us men have you, Caleb. Surrender that sweet hole.” I started face fucking the boy again and Coach kept rabbit fucking his hole. “AWWW. I’m cumming!” Coach announced to me. “Fuuuuck! Fucking loading up this neg hole right now! AH! AH! AAAH!” Coach pushed his cock up Caleb’s butt as hard as he could while ejaculating into it. “That’s right. Charge up that hole, Coach,” I encouraged. Coach took a minute to recover and then pulled out. It was my turn. I wanted Caleb’s hole now, and pulled out the kid’s mouth to get at the foot of the bed. Coach took up the poppers and made the kid take more hits on it, while I pushed in my large old man’s pop cock into the hot jock’s tiny neg bubble butt. My cock felt wet and warm in the boy’s open and freshly seeded hole. I wanted Coach’s poz sperm to be battered in to the boy’s rectum, so I fucked him hard. Coach was happy to see me work at that. Caleb was squirming as I changed angles on him as I fucked him. After 10 minutes of boyhole abuse, I was ready to give the kid my poz seed. So, I just long-dicked Caleb as he sucked Coach’s cock. I started to feel my cum working up to my shaft and I told Coach that I was close. “Fucking add your toxic load to mine. Let’s own this boy.” As I rutted Caleb’s hole to climax, I saw that he had passed out. Coach just watched as I took the kid’s hole fully with my hard cock. “I’d like to see Poz9In take Caleb’s hole sometime,” Coach offered. “I bet that’d be hot to watch.” “Fuck yeah. But we’re gonna poz him first,” I replied. As Coach luridly spoke some more, I imagined Caleb playing left field, catching fly balls, and bending over to catch a grounder… that did it. As I imagined the uniformed Caleb bending over in left field, I exploded and flooded his tight neg hole with my own poz splooge. These power shots of poz sperm that were saved up for seven days in anticipation of pozzing Evan’s butt. Instead, they went into his teammate’s unprotected butt instead. As I shot into Caleb’s hole, I thought about how I wanted the cute outfielder knocked up with my strain, not Coach’s. I am selfish like that. I won’t get them all, no. But I want as many players on the team as I can get to be knocked up by me this season. “I’m fucking loading his hole up now, Coach,” I informed. “Fuck yeah that’s so hot!” We dressed in the apartment as Caleb snoozed away with his legs still spread apart, we both admired his hole. It looked red and open. It would’ve been hot to see our semen leaking out from the left fielder’s butt hole, but Coach and I both knew that we wanted our loads deep inside the boy. And so that’s where they stayed. We let ourselves out into the cool evening air. Now I was thinking about Evan. Before heading home, I’ll go to the sex shop to buy a new bottle of poppers. And over the week, save up another large load just for him.

Fake Bareback Porn Cast (Part 1) “Actors for adult movies wanted – only male erotica. Interested? Call 555-BAREBACK for further information.” Jake was at a coffee shop when he read the ad in a gay journal, and being in serious need of some money, he decided he would give it a try, so some two hours later, when at home, he called the company, having decided it was too sensitive a subject to discuss in public. The telephone rang and a male voice answered “BareRapeEnterprises. My name is Sydney. How can I help you?” “Hey there, my name is Jake Myers. I’ve read your ad in a journal and wondered if you are still looking for male actors.” “Yes we are. May I ask your age?” asked the voice on the other end of the call. “I just turned 18,” Jake answered.. “We are looking for young male actors to play the submissive role. Are you top or bottom?” “I'm versatile, I guess, but if you need a bottom, then I'll bottom. Look, I really need the cash, by the way. How much would I earn?” Jake asked, cutting to the chase. “First of all we need to interview you. If our management is satisfied with your looks and your stats you will be invited to a casting. There you will meet our director and maybe another actor with whom you would shoot some scenes. For both – the interview and the casting, you won't get paid, but if you are chosen for a role in a porn movie you get up to 250 dollars per scene. You could earn up to a 1000 dollars per movie - in the beginning,” Sydney explained, adding “There could be changes to the contract, but you will get to read it before you sign it. If, of course, you're chosen.” Jake heard a warm chuckle in Sydney's voice. “May I ask your height and weight?” Sydney continued. “I'm 170 cm tall and weigh around 55 kilos” Jake replied. “Excellent,” Sydney commented, apparently noting down Jake's stats. “What is your hair color and eye color?” he next asked. “Blond with blue eyes,” Jake responded. “Do you have problems changing your style? Haircut, hair color and so on?” Sidney questioned. “Nah – I am open for a change” “Now, you remarked you're a bottom. Are you a virgin?” Jake openly laughed, and then giggling answered "Nope. I am experienced. I've had several boyfriends, and believe me, I know my way around when it comes to sex.” “Alright. I will give this information to my supervisor. Please give me your telephone number. If my supervisor is interested in interviewing you, he'll give you a call." Jake gave Sydney both his home number and his cell phone number, concluding the call by commenting he hoped to hear back from the supervisor. Three days later, while Jake was on the bus, en route to a friend's house, Jake's cell phone rang. “Hello there. This is Tony speaking from BareRapeEnterprises. Am I talking to Jake Myers?” a deep voice asked. His heart skipping a beat, Jake answered “Yes, I'm Jake. Hi Tony, what can I do for you?” “Hey Jake. We would like to invite you to an interview. Are you still interested in taking part in a porn production?” “Yes, I am. I can’t believe you actually called me. I was vaguely thinking you weren't interested," Jake commented. “No – we are casting right now for a new production and so we are quite busy with this project. If you don’t mind, we would like to connect the interview with the casting. This means, if you pass the interview we will take some shootings right away. Is that okay with you?” Tony asked. “Sure, that's fine. When and where do you want me?” “Tomorrow would be fine, say at 10:00 AM,” Tony replied, also providing the address to an apartment where the interview would be held. The next day when Jake arrived at the address, he was a bit disappointed. He had, of course, seen many, many porn porn flicks, and the background location of each flick was usually a large, handsome house complete with a luxurious pool, but the address to which he had been directed was a perfectly ordinary, if not actually run down apartment complex. But, being short of money (and having made a fairly long trip to the address), he rang found the apartment and rang the bell. Almost immediately the door opened, and a good looking guy in a white shirt and a business pants asked "You must be Jake. I'm Tim, and I'm the producer/director of the film." Jake replied appropriately, and when asked, provided his ID card, even as he discretely tried to focus on Tim's crotch, where, it was apparent, an exceptionally large tool resided. Tim made a photocopy of Jake's ID, and gave him a contract to review and sign. Jake definitely signed it, but honestly only skimmed the contract. Taking the contract back from Jake, Tim explained the interview would be used for internal purpose only, but the casting could be videotaped and, if used, Jake would earn 50 dollars. Tim went on explaining, however, it was unlikely the casting video would be used. Then Tim asked a wide range of intimate questions, such as "How often do you bottom?" and "How often do you top?" and "Describe your favorite sexual activities, as well as the most extreme sexual experiences you've had?" Tim specifically asked about gang bangs, piss play, and the largest cock Jake could readily take in his ass. Being an honest fellow, Jake answered he had not yet been a gangbang bottom, but was happy to try, and while he had swallowed piss, yellow play wasn't a major part of his repertoire, and the largest cock he could remember taking was a full eight inches, but he was excited at the prospect of taking a bigger cock in his hole. "Do you have any sexual limits?" Tim asked. "Not especially," Jake answered, adding "but I draw the line with women, boys and animals." Afterwards Tim asked Jake to undress in front of the cam and in so doing, Jake tried to look as sexy as possible, even licking his lips as he smiled into the camera, a la Marilyn Monroe. He also posed to display his tight, small ass, and played with his hole, sliding a couple of fingers into his opening as he moaned like a bitch in heat. Tim was a very 'hands-on' director, and without saying a word, just giving an appreciative smile, slid his thumb into Jake's ass, complimenting him as he did so, saying it was exceptionally tight, and, withdrawing his thumb, Tim took a seat at his desk and asked "Would you mind sucking me off while I film you?" In a nanosecond Jake was down on his knees, opening Tim's belt and zipper, and helping Tim pull his trousers down, revealing Tim's fat, eight inch, rock solid cock. Initially Jake simply stroked Tim, but as the cam recorded the images, Jake swirled his tongue around Tim's dick head, licking the underside of his prick, all the while trying to keep some degree of eye contact with the camera. As he did so, Tim encouraged Jake to give the cam a good show, urging “You gotta suck harder and keep your eyes on me. Yeah, look at me…. yeah – right,” he moaned. Jake had made-up his mind to drain Tim's balls empty, wanting to give him such a great blow job that Tim would be sure to cast Jake in the next movie, Jake as the latest star in the porn industry, earning thousands and thousands of dollars with each film. “You gotta keep my junk in your mouth. Keep it in your mouth and show it to me,” Tim grunted. Jake sucked hard on Tim’s cock, sensing Tim was beyond horny, convincing himself he could see all-consuming lust in Tim's eyes. And apparently Jake was right, as just as he sensed Tim's cock swell-up even harder, Tim climaxed, shooting wad after wad up into Jake's mouth, collecting Tim's ample load of seven cum shots into his mouth, holding all the full, rich white sperm in his mouth, Jake slid off Tim's dick, moved closer to the camera, whereupon Tim murmured “Open your mouth to me. Show me the pool of semen. Fuckin' nice.” Then Tim instructed “Now close your mouth and swallow, showing me your cum-coated tongue - yeah, great, let's see the cum coating your mouth, teeth and tongue. Very nice. Now, swallow the sperm, junk boy," Tim instructed. Jake looked a bit puzzled, and gestured to Tim and trying to form a word: “Heeeerrrr… thy?” Tim understood. He had been in this position before. “Healthy? Of course I am healthy. We don’t gamble with our actors. We take testing our staff and future stuff very seriously,” almost giving Jake a look of absolute annoyance. Without any additional hesitation Jake closed his mouth, swallowing Tim's load, and then opening his mouth to illustrate the accomplishment. “There you go…. well done and a nice shot…. except the ending,” Tim remarked as he began to rouse himself. “Sorry, but I totally forgot this subject and I want to stay healthy and you are obviously recording bareback porn,” Jake responded, trying to explain himself. “Nah – it's okay," Tim replied, adding "Like I said, we have health tests regularly to secure the safety of our staff. You as a newcomer, you have to prove to us you're are healthy. We want an authorized provider. You'll get the money for your test back, if you are cast for a film.” With the explanation Jake relaxed a little bit more and felt safe again. “We will call you – if the material is good enough for our executive staff.” With that Jake rose and dressed, once again apologizing for the confusion, even as he was sure he wouldn’t be cast for a film. But even so he decided to get tested, film or no film, just to be prepared. Of course the test results were negative, just as Jake expected, thinking to himself 'But then HIV transmission from oral sex is quite rare, isn't it?' Jake was a reasonably careful man, feeling he wouldn't gamble with his health, and knowing the rules, felt he would be able to participate in the bareback porn industry and yet avoid contracting HIV. Tim, meanwhile, had already concluded Jake would be a perfect match for the scam Tim and his partner (yes… there were only two involved in this scam) had in mind for the many biohazard tops who were always craving young, innocent boys.

My Boyfriend, the POZZING Porn Star Chapter 1. My boy and I loved fucking and getting fucked by new guys. We played together and apart, and always with no secrets or going behind each others’ backs. We were both turned on by sharing our extracurricular activities, so no need to hide them from one another, but we remained discrete in public. None of our non-sex friends knew of our exploits. When we played together, we often took snaps or short videos with our phones so we had a spank bank for when apart, or to send to guys on the apps. We were always careful to not show our faces or those of our playmates so we didn’t give too much away. We have a small circle of men that we play with and share. Most of the guys are on PrEP and regularly tested, but sometimes a new guy shows up, status unclear. That’s when my boy gets especially piggy. My boy and I had been to swap parties with a couple of regulars too, and I made sure to keep my eyes open at the gym for well hung guys we should get to know better. A few weeks ago, I was at the gym showering after a workout. A handsome tall black guy came into the stall opposite mine. Without curtains, I watched as he soaped up and started getting hard. He winked at me as he jerked is massive cock. I fisted my own tool and we maintained eye contact as we both got closer to orgasm. I shot first into my hand, lapping up my seed. He loved watching that and shot a HUGE load against the stall tile. I mean, a huge load. It dripped down the walls. I swear I’ve never seen a bigger or more impressive cumshot. We headed to the locker rom and toweled off. His big semi-hard dick was still floppy and beautiful. I asked if he wanted to fool around sometime with me and my boy, and he nodded. I showed him a few pics of me and my boy sharing raw cock. He told me he was POZ and his meds had been wreaking havoc on his system so he’d stopped them a few months ago. I told him that would be fine with me, and that I loved sharing POZ cum with my boy. He asked if we were on PrEP, and I told him yes, but my boy could likely be convinced to stop for a few weeks for a special occasion. I told him my boy would not believe the size of his load. He suggested we all get together that afternoon, and made sure I would be ok with my boy taking his POZ load. We headed to my place in hopes that he’d soon be balls deep in my boy’s raw hole. My boy wasn't home when we got there, and I messaged him telling there was a BIG surprise waiting for him. He told me he was going to be late at work. Our new POZ gym buddy wouldn’t be able to wait around to meet up, but was horny to blow another load. I sucked his cock until he was good and hard. I thought about sitting on his cock, but knew he was too big for me. I’d much rather watching his big raw cock sliding in and out of my boy. Then, I had a really raunchy idea. I got a condom from the bedside table and the guy looked at me in disgust. I told him there was a way for me to get his cum into my boy. His eyebrows raised. I told him I wanted to collect his big toxic load in the rubber, and squeeze it into my boy’s ass. He told me he would if I’d video it. I wholeheartedly agreed and sucked as much of his cock down my throat as I could. When he was getting close, I opened the Magnum and rolled it over his cockhead. It barely covered a third of his massive dick. He shot another huge load, filling the condom with so much seed that the top of his cock disappeared in white cloudy cum. I carefully pulled the condom off him and tongue bathed him. He got dressed and headed out. An hour or so later, my boy came back exhausted. I made him a drink or three and we had a nice warm shower together. I had him change into his favorite jock and we got into bed. He prefers his cock to be off-limits when he’s getting fucked, so got him on his hands and knees and started eating and fingering his hole. I told him about my new gym buddy, and he got super hard, straining the pouch to its limits. I told him that the guy was well hung, toxic, and shot an epic load. I reached into the drawer and carefully pulled out the condom, telling him it would be so hot to see the stud’s massive toxic load inside his gaping hole. My boy moaned into the pillow as I pressed the rubber to my boy’s ass. I told him the guy’s load was so big it would drip down his thighs. He grunted into the mattress while I pushed the reservoir against his crack, forcing cum into him. I told him I’d love to put POZ cum inside him, and my boy growled. I grabbed my phone and started recording a video. I told him I’d love to fuck POZ seed deep into his guts as I emptied that whole fresh load into him. My boy wiggled his butt as I lined up to fuck him. My dick met the inside-out rubber and molded to my dick. I made sure every drop of cum was inside my boy before I ripped it off an rammed my bare cock inside him. I pounded my boy’s juicy cunt until POZ cum was sloshing out around my balls. I asked my boy if he knew why he was so wet. He shook his head. I told him what I’d done and pressed the empty condom into his hand. He looked confused as we never use rubbers. When he realized I was forcing fresh toxic seed into him, he came without even touching himself. His cum soaked through the jock’s pouch and puddled on the mattress. I was still filming. I filled him up with my own cum and we collapsed into a sticky heap until my softening cock plopped out followed my an impressive flow of cum. I smiled into the phone’s camera and stopped recording. I texted the video to the POZ stud and cradled my used up boy as he fell asleep. What I didn’t know was that my new buddy was going to upload it to his website where strangers would see me willingly putting POZ cum inside my boy. I also didn’t know he’d eventually film himself breeding my boy, and sharing my boy’s holes with his friends. To be continued…

A few years ago when Craigslist personals was still active I was in my freshman year at NC State University. I have a high sex drive and was constantly checking out sites like CL and Grindr for quick, and easy hookups. Over time I began to notice many ads about fun in the bathrooms at D.H. Hill Library. The thought of playing in public really turned me on so I messaged one of the ads just trying to get info on where people met up and how to get play started. Luckily the guy gave me all the tips that I now know about cruising and best bathroom and times to go. The next day I had a short day of classes so after finishing up I went to the library around 2. I went to the West wing where it was recommended and I picked second to last stall so I could potentially have someone on the either side. This side of the library was much quieter so fewer interruptions. First guy to come in after I sat down just went to the urinal and I was already getting excited of what might happen. He finished and left when about 5 minutes later someone else comes in and takes the stall to the left of mine. This bathroom has 4 stalls so most people wanting privacy would have taken the one 2 stalls away from me. I quickly got a bit nervous and got ready to bolt, but I took a deep breathe and began to slowly tap my foot as I had been instructed by the guy on CL. Shortly after the guy sticks his fingers under the stall and beckons at me. Nervously I get off the toilet, but have a raging hard on and get my legs under the partition. Quickly my 7 inch cut dick is enveloped by a hand and he begins to stroke me up and down teasing my head. After a bit there is movement on his side as he gets down and puts his lower half under the partition. The guy has thin, but toned legs and a dick that wasn't very big at around 5.5, but had decent girth and was beautifully cut. In a low, commanding voice he told me to suck him. I began to rub his legs as I bent over with my ass near the partition and obeyed. Internally I was still panicking about this all, but I was so damn turned on. I kept sucking him quite sloppily getting his dick wet and down my throat. As I did this he began to rub my ass under the stall. I kept bobbing on his tasty dick when he again commanded, *Sit on it." I was not prepared at all for this. I had only come with the intention of oral play so had not brought a condom. I told him as such, but he responded it did not matter and again commanded me to sit on it. My fear of STI's quickly came to my head and again I wanted to bolt, but I just stood there on my knees staring at his dick. Finally I thought to myself fuck it, I will try it this one time. I told him ok and turned around and began to squat hovering over his bare dick. I hear a loud spit and then felt wet fingers probing at my hole. I began to leak precum and get even harder and knew this was the point I was going to go through with it. After he got me nice and wet I slowly brought my ass down to the tip of his dick. And then further and further and further down. He was all the way in me and I was in exstacy. Once I got comfortable with him inside he began to fuck me hard from underneath the stall pounding away at my prostate. I kept bouncing back on him trying to feel his raw dick as deep inside of me as possible. My precum kept leaking and dripping over my legs with all the motion and he started to whisper how hot my bare ass was and that I should keep meeting him and others in bathrooms. After a few minutes of him fucking me, without warning he began to grunt and I felt my ass getting filled up. He went soft and pulled out with some of the cum spilling on the floor. He quickly pulled his pants up and left the bathroom while I stood there still squatted in a daze. I could not believe what had just happened, but I was still rock hard. I ended up jacking off until I blew my own huge load. After cumming I got a huge wave of guilt and fear of what I might have just gotten from a stranger. I left in a panic and told myself I would never go back. But, as you can infer from this story dear reader, I did go back. Many more times in fact and I think over the few years after I was at NC State I got a few more loads from this guy. But I guess I will never know as I never saw his face and that is half the thrill of it.

Fucking hot story. As you can see, i enjoyed it 😈

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I Only accept bare Cock and Loads of Cum in my ass. I usually let the load absorb into me for 10-12 hours. I Love mixing DNA with fellow Cumdumps because it gets my ass filled with Multiple Loads.

Part 1 He was one of the few straight guys I sold to and definitely the hotest. His name was Troy and he was 19. And at 6'2", lean 190 pounds, blond hair and blue eyes he was the next door AF/frat boy type. He had a scholarship at the local university, but lost it over the summer for some infraction (probably drugs). He was mostly doing weed and coke, until a girl he picked up one night introduced him to Tina. He loved fucking on Tina and developed a nice habit. That's where I came into the picture. She introduced Troy to me so that he could get his own supplies. Soon he was hitting me up on a regular basis, but always seemed to be short on cash. Now, I am an entrepreneur. I have several "businesses' I run in addition to selling the best shit on campus. One of my businesses is a video web site where guys show off (either solo or couple). I knew he needed cash and started to plant the seed in his brain at how much cash he could make in one night. The conversation wnet like this: Me: "If you need cash I have a way you can make $100 a night easy." Troy: "I'm not seeling drugs!" Me: "Nothing like that, I have a web site that features hot guys like you that show off for viewers all over the world." Troy: "I aint doing anything gay, I'm not a fog." Me: "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, but I will tell you the more you please your viewers the better tips you might get. I have a couple guys that clear close to a grand in one night." Troy: "I'll think about it." Me: "There's a special, secret viewing for those hot boys who like to blow clouds and stroke for the customer." I knew I had him thinking as I gave him a small supply of Tina for the night. It was enough to cloud his brain and when he wanted more without any means to pay for it I would have him. Sure enough by the next morning I got a text from him asking for more Tina. He and a girl he hung out with went through what he had in a few hours. He had no cash on hand and I brought up our discussion from a few hours earlier. I could tell he was in desperate need as he agreed to do the web site if I fronted him some Tina. I had him! He came over to where the video was broadcasted and I presented a contract for him to sign. He signed it without reading (what a dumb jock) and I gave him a teener of T. I informed him that he was to be back at the studio the next night around 8 pm to be prepared and given instructions. The next night he showed 5 minutes late (better late than never) and he was given a razor and instructed to trim or shave his balls, ass and chest. He was then led to a bathroom (which had a number of concealed cameras) where he proceeded to shave his entire body hair off. When he returned he was shown to his private room and told to show off for the viewers while chatting with them. I reminded him the more he would do for them he might get some tips. He spent the next 8 hours on camera stoking his coke (a nice coke actually, too bad by the time I'm done with him he won't really get to use it. By the end of the night he had received very few tips and only made $150. He was disappointed and asked "Do you have any suggestions how I could make more money. I lost viewers as the night went on." I asked him "Would you let another guy suck your dick? I know that would get you more viewers. They'd love to see a straight jock sucked off. I'd even up your base to $150 plus tips." Troy siad h "I need to think about that, when do I go on again?" I let him know he has a week to decide. The following week when he returned, hungry for some smoke made his decision easy. He agreed to have another guy suck his cock. I made sure he had plenty of G laced Gatorade (since it would help hide the taste) and plenty of Tina for them both to smoke. I knew with all those factors I might get him to do more. I had paired him up with Tommy, who was actually one of my vers/top studs and also HIV+! This session went better then his first session. He let the Tommy play with his cock and eventually give him a blow job while paying some attention to licking his taint and a few licks to his hole. As the night progress Tommy made sure that Troy smoked a lot of Tina. Troy started to get offers ($$) to blow Tommy. The first offer was $50 to which Troy politely replied that he was straight and didn't suck dick. The viewers questioned Troy on his sexuality and he continued to tell them that he was in deed straight. The offerd began to get better until the final one (prompted by me) came in offering him $500 to give Tommy a blow job to completion. I saw Troy's eye go wide at that offer and he thought this over. It was apparent that Troy was having dificulties getting hard as Tommy was still playing with his Tina dick. Tommy let Troy know that if they were going to make some serious cash they needed some action. I added to the fire with my private chat to them to get the action on before we lose any viewers and I lose money!! Tommy helped guide Troy's head to his crotch as Troy gave in knowing he needed to perform. He reluctantly began to suck Tommy's growing cock as he produced ample amounts of precum. Soon Tommy had Troy's mouth fully on his 9" cock as he he paid a little attention to Troys ass. Troy was lost in his attempt to suck cock for the first time he barely noticed Tommy work a finger coated in Tina laced lube into his hole. Troy was starting to get plesure from the attention to his ass while he attempted to suck his first cock. Tommy took his time as he added more lube and eventually a nice size shard of Tina to Troy's hole. Troy began to moan around Tommy's cock as more fingers were added to his hungry hole. When Tommy had worked a second shard inside Troy along with 3 fingers Troy was definitely entering slut mode when he asked Tommy "Oh god bro, that was feeling great, will you put your fingers back inside me." Tommy was perfect, "You want something in your straight, jock ass bro? How about my cock? Would you like me to slip my cock inside your ass?" Troy attempted to deny his fate, "Bro, I'm straight. I don't get fucked by guys" as he continued to suck Tommy's cock. Tommy pushed Troy down as far as he'd go onto his cock and asked "Do straight boy's like you suck cock? I know you want cock in your hole, it's hungry for me to breed it." Troy was completely defeated as he never let Troy's cock out of his mouth and shook his 'yes' letting Tommy know that he was accepting his fate. Tommy moved between Troy's legs positioning his bare cock at the jock's virgin hole. I made sure to get a close up of Troy's face on a split screen as Tommy's cock began to make its way where no man had ever been before. When Tommy's head breached the outer ring, there was a look of confusion on Troy's face. But as he slowly sank the full length into the Jock's ass the look turned to one of pure pleasure and desire. Tommy sank in balls deep as the Troy moaned out "Oh, fuck yeah!" Then he pulled out a bit and began to slowly initiate our former straight jock to the joys of man on man sex. With Tommy's abilities (and a little bit of Tina) he fucked Troy bast the time their show was supposed to end giving him 6 dirty poz loads of cum, and bringing this jock one step closer to being a gay porn star.

I hire one particular escort almost every week when he's in town. He's a poz hung muscle daddy with a 00 gauge PA. I love this stud, he fucks to hurt and leaves me bleeding n dripping poz seed. We have an agreement that if he ever wakes up with an STD, I want it, like I want everything else which comes out of his 9 incher. The morning after he returned from a xmas fuck tour of Southern California he awoke with a PA hole full of green puss and his cock stuck to his crusty jock. Hands free I spewed my seed just hearing what he would be giving me later that morning. I hit the shower and worked my showershot so roughly in my cunt that I was bleeding even before I left my house. Although I spend a couple of afternoons a week being a cumdump and average a couple of STD's yearly - but I've never knowingly sucked a pus-dripping cock or begged for a stud to knock me up with gonorrhea and syphilis. He answered the door in a jock strap with a wet mark from his dripping cock. At my request, He had re-inserted his PA which was oozing green puss. I got on my knees and licked the puss off his oozing cock, My cunt twitched when he smeared some puss on his thumb and jammed it in my hungry slit. This cumdump fuckin' wanted his toxic cock more than any cock I ever wanted. He took me from behind while I stood on his staircase. I spewed into my jock the second his cock pushed past my sphincter. We fucked like dogs in heat, I was fuckin' myself on his cock as hard as he was fucking his cock into my ass. Later he told me the load burned as it was deposited deep in my snatch. It was the hottest fuck of my life, and worth the penicillin shot in my ass the next day. Several of my piggier buds got off knowing they'd be fuckin' a gono hole, so I spent my afternoon passing the gift along. I hear they had no problem finding pigs who begged for gono cock. Every time, I think I'm a super twisted fuck, I find out i'm just like a thousand other cumdumps in SF, begging for anything my top will give me.

It is very frustrating see how happy people are after getting or giving a load and I'm locked up in chastity with a slave chain around my neck keep every one away, but I do get people saying they would to knock me up. I was told to come in early and grab a water bottle like I do and it taste funny but it's a new brand so I gulp it down. Billy tells me Sam wants to speak to me in the office, he is very happy as he talks about the future of the family business. I feeling very funny like I'm flying very relax then the door opens. Its Fred Is the bitch ready. Sam yes he is. Fred grabs the chain around my neck dragging me to a room with Sam behind us. Once in the room they rip off my cloths and undress them selves and throw me onto the bed in the room. Im on my stomach as Fred buries his face in my ass, as Sam is setting up syringes and hands one to Fred who shoves into my hole then in a few minutes it starts to burn in a good way. Sam ties off my arm as Fred is sliding his dick up and down the crack of my ass. Sam pushes the needle into my are and look me in the eye then gives me a kiss as he pushes the plunger. I can't breath as then Fred shoves his dick in my hole. Fred bitch we are going to now make a real part of this family Sam fuck the bitch. The pain is so unreal from the slam and Fred dick ripping my hole as he is using his weight so I can not escape.Fred is fucking me so hard forcing my face into the mattress as I'm having a hard time breathing, I don't think I will survive this as Fred is now pumping his toxic load in me he whispers into my ear that he is my grandfather and his POZ cum will be living in me for the rest of my life. When he jumps off Sam shoves his dick and is jack rabbit fucking me and with his dick bottoming in me and his P.A. is ripping me up as Fred is sticking his cum , blood covered dick into my mouth. I'm in this room for 8 hours of a drug fueled sex party and both Sam & Fred pick me up then cover me with some clothes and put me in the trunk of a car then drive off. We pull into a garage then take me to a basement then attach a chain to my neck. I'm put on the bed then Sam says you will be here till you get the FUCK FLU, then they start to fuck me again. After 5 days I'm starting to enjoy having a dick in my ass with a slam and soon I'm begging to get fuck and the fantastic feeling of a loads in my ass even with a butt plug in knowing my Father & Grandfather toxic loads are converting me into a POZ cum dump. Soon when they come over for my daily breeding I'm begging for their dick to fuck me and give me their POZ loads. 16 days after I took my first POZ load I became sick.

My tea was ready for me when I got home. “How was your first day?” Asked my mother as I sat down to eat. “Alright,” I replied, blushing as I remembered being fucked and feeling my arsehole still wet and puffy from the pounding it had received. “That’s good.” She replied. She noted his blush and the excitement in his eyes. She was sure she was right – Timmy was gay and, if his face was to be believed, no longer a virgin. “You’ll be going back tomorrow, then?” She asked. I looked at her and returned her smile. “Oh yes.” The next day, I went to the Sauna and helped Bill clean up before the sauna opened. Bill was stripped down to singlet and shorts to clean the shower area and I saw he was covered with tattoo’s. In particular, there was a large biohazard symbol on Bill’s fat, hairy stomach with two scorpion’s either side. Bill saw me looking. “Like my tatt’s?” He said. “Yeah,” I said “but what does that symbol mean on your stomach?” “Don’tcha know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means I’m poz, mate. You might see a few more on the clientele.” I was surprised, and also slightly excited, and wracked my brains to remember if there had been tattoos on the men the previous day. Bill was rubbing his crotch and there was a sizeable bulge in his trousers. “Mind you, they don’t all have them. May be you got pregnant yesterday already!” And he laughed at my shocked expression. He also noticed me lick my lips unconsciously. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. “Want to see my old, poz cock?” I stared, mesmerised, as Bill opened his trousers and levered out a fat, heavy cock with a thick mushroom head, slimey with pre-cum. I was trembling with fear and excitement and didn’t resist as Bill took my hand and placed it on the warm flesh which stiffened slowly until I was holding Bill’s erection. “Good lad,” said Bill. “Give it a rub, then” I began to wank the warm. Silky flesh, feeling my own erection in my pants, but feeling my arsehole throb and twitch even more strongly. Suddenly, Bill pulled me into his arms and kissed me on the mouth. I gasped as I felt a man’s lips on minefor the first time, and the wet tongue probing my mouth. I gasped with pleasure, almost swooning in Bill’s arms as the man’s hands went round to cup my buttocks, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t resist as the hands moved to myis belt, undid the buckle and slid them and myunderwear down to my knees. My cock sprang up against Bill’s belly, but the man ignored it. He sensed Timmy was almost there, almost ready for impregnation. He fumbled in his pocket, found the poppers and opened the brown bottle. He took a brief sniff to get him going, then stuck the bottle under my nose. “breathe,” He said. I took a deep sniff and felt the poppers explode in my head and a warmth which swept away my inhibitions. I began to snog Bill’s lips, gasping with pleasure, as Bill hurriedly pushed his own trousers and underwear down. It was time. “Do you want my cock?” He breathed into my ear. I barely heard, instead squeezing the heavy cock pressing against my belly. Bill chuckled to himself. There was an old sofa in the changing area. He lifted my t-shirt over his chubby torso, squeezing my flabby tits and nipples until I gasped with pleasure. It was definitely time to mate, he thought. He turned me around, bent me over the arm of the sofa, dug the tube of lube out of his pocket, and smeared it gently between my fat, upraised buttocks, dipping his finger in gently until I squealed with delight. Then he grasped his cock, and began to push the mushroom head into the delicate pink slit between my cheeks. I gasped with pain and began to wriggle. “Easy, just relax”, whispered Bill and pushed the poppers under my nose. He felt my quivering body sag in surrender, pushed forward and then the head burst in and his shaft followed in a delicious rush until he was balls deep in my backside. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as Bill began to thrust slowly in and out. My own erection had subsided, and my sole focus was on the sensation of Bill’s heavy cock sliding in and out. I felt Bill pull my arms back. “Hold it open!” He gasped, placing my hands on my buttocks and making me pull them apart so he could get deeper in. I was gasping with pleasure, wanting only to be fucked, and with a growing sense of wanting more – of wanting Bill’s tainted seed. I groaned, my eyes opened wide and my tongue flickered over dry lips as I knew Ie was going to let this man come in me.. Bill was gasping now, close to cumming and he sensed my acceptance of my fate. But I think he wanted to be sure. He leant over my chubby, sweating body and whispered in his ear. “I’m…I’m…gonna cum!” He gasped. “Gonna…ahh…gonna give you my baby’s. Is that what you want… want me to get you pregnant?” I could only arch my back and thrust against Bill’s belly. “Cum in me!” I sobbed. With a growl of pleasure Bill thrust into my chubby body, his cock swelling and throbbing as he shot his dirty load into my rectum, sensing with every spurt that he was impregnating the willing body beneath him. Finally he finished and slowly slid his cock out, closing the buttocks behind to prevent sperm leaking from my ravaged hole. “There you go, you’re fucked now.” He said, belching with pleasure and slapping my quivering buttocks. “I need to open up. Wipe your arse but don’t bother putting your clothes on. I’ve told the regulars you’re an added bonus for them. They can fuck you whenever they want. “ I stood up and nodded. Bill stroked my hair. “Let’s see how many babies we can give you, eh?”

As a bottom, i love the idea of stealthing, it is a huge turn on. For me, it has nothing to do with chasing (to late for that anyway). For me there is something psychologically exciting and satisfying about a Top having His way with me without my complete knowledge. i think, as far as i can tell, for me it has to do with my complete giving of myself to my Top and His assumption that He has carte blanche, that He doesn't really need permission. my absolute favorite form of stealthing is when a Top pisses in me without asking. i guess i am so used to taking a Tops fluids that i often cannot tell by feel when He has cum or if He pisses, and am used to holding it all in, so i won't discover a Top has pissed in me until much later... and it gives me a HUGE thrill when i realize it.

I'm right there with you, spannergrip. When I go cumdumping; I love the shared dynamic of entitled fuckers - the Camaraderie of the Hard Cock. Seeing it in porn is very hot. Other related stuff that turns me on in porn and when I go cumdumping: - The bottom being objectified...used like the meathole they are. - Tops high fiving when they trade off using the hole - Tops that stick their fingers/hands in the bottoms mouth. - Tops that choke out and/or smack the bottom. - Tops that use degrading language on the bottom. Yeah - I have a strong preference for true D/s in my taste for porn and sex.

For me its the often slight but perceptible change on a top's face when he first feels the warmth and tightness of the hot hole he is entering - the loss of focus in the eyes, perhaps rolling up slightly, the relaxation of the facial muscles from concentration into pure ecstasy. Sadly the tops' faces are too often obscured by everything else that is going on, or totally ignored altogether in the rush to get a close-up of the cock.

Hey nasty fucker, if you ever want to get absolutely no limits depraved chat about AIDS, deathfcking negs, stealth, med resistance, or snuff/getting snuffed, hit me up on wickr at seriousforit. Maybe I can even help you achieve some of your goals.

What do you crave most? Cock or loads deep in you? A cock in my asscunt is fine, but the load is a must. I crave for it so badly. Getting fucked and no cum in my hole is not sex. Do you ever feel satisfied or are the cravings insatiable? I do feel satisfied for a short time, if I got enough loads. But I have to admit, that I take any chance to get cum and cock in my hole. I could do it all the time and for hours. So I must be some kind of insatiable. I am always ready to take the next one. How many loads does it take to turn you into an “any cock, any hole, any load” guy? I am that kind of guy. I knew it from the first time. My first fucker made me an addict. I would not count the loads to make a definition. And often I lost count at night in a bath house. How old were you when you first realized it was about your hole/pussy/cunt and not your cock? Was it innate and there from the beginning or did you learn it over time? I got my first fuck at the age of 13 and found my natural born role instantly. My cunt was very tight atthis time. But my Top was a good one. He was able to give me complete pleasure after a bit time and so I could enjoy it. At this time I masturbated a lot with my cock like all guys do. But it changed step by step. I began more and more to concentrate on my cunthole and tried to push things into it. My cock became less important year by year, because I learned to have anal orgasms, which felt much better than my cumming cock. The hottest opening line I ever heard was, “I don’t care about my cock.” Do you even think about cumming? Do you have a need to? I can subscribe that. Normally I really don´t care about my cock. My sexual organ is my cunthole, which gives me the best sensations. There is no need to pay attention on my cock. It is soft most of the time, when I get fucked. Sometimes I wear a chastity device under my jockstrap. My cock is not a part of my sexual life. Sometimes the cock leaks a bit fluid out, when I reach my anal orgasm. But this is not part of the game. I don´t feel any need to cum in the usual way, even if it happens sometimes. When you are home alone, do you play with your hole or your dick? Even if I act manly in daily life, I am a complete cum dump hole in the bed. I lost the interest in my cock during the years almost completely. And if I play with it at rare times, it is more from a curious point of view. I don´t need that tool to get satisfaction. When I am alone at home, I play 99,9 % with my cunthole, push fingers, plugs and dildos in it, stimulate my prostate. Are you afraid of how deep your cravings are and the levels you will submit to in an effort to satisfy them? I am not afraid about anything. I always follow my lust and do always anything necessary to get my needs fulfilled. I am a proud cum dump hole and live it completely. Do you tell your friends about your cumdump desires or are those separate and secret? It depends, how close we are. Normal people around me don´t knew, but a few close friends know my dark side and keep it secret. What would you choose…sucking a hot guy’s huge dick or taking a taking a heavy-set Daddy’s load up your ass? Well, I wold love to get both. But if I had to choose, I always would take the Daddys load up my ass. Anonymous sesssions or do you prefer to see who is fucking you? I can deal with both very well. Both can be nice. But regarding to my sexual role I prefer to get used and filled anonymously. Being blindfolded makes it perfect. But even if I can see, who fucks me, I am not picky. I take any cock and any load. No matter, how old a guy is, if he looks ugly, if he is disabled. I am born to be that fuckhole for any man. Is there anything mor important to you than taking loads? No, not much. I am born to serve and live to serve men. I offer my holes all the time. And if a man is a good fucker and helps me to get anal satisfaction as well, it is a huge turn on for me. "I am, what I am. And what I am needs no excuses." (Not my own words, you know. But perfect for my life.)