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***In my mind I had the story worked out and it was further along, and this part is a bit lengthy. But don't worry, it's going to get to the bug chasing by the next part.*** Part Three I got my answer about twenty minutes later when the doorbell was ringing again. This time it was the guy I’d first talked to outside yesterday when I was looking for the man in charge. A bit younger than the rest of the crew. Sandy hair, bit of beard scruff. Tall and buff, a definite stud hunk in the making. “Hi, uh, Dan told me to see you about . . .?” he trailed off, clearly shy and perhaps a little worried that now it was his turn to be made a fool of. I looked out over his shoulder to see the guy who’d fucked me, obviously Dan, give me a little grin and a thumbs-up. I gave him a nod, and then stepped aside to let my latest sperm donor in. I was shaking my head as I closed the door, trying not to laugh at myself. This would be the third guy in a couple of days to give me a load, and I hadn’t even bothered to ask any of their names. Somehow I was okay with that, too. I felt like a prostitute that gets paid in semen. This guy was really nervous, so I knew I had my work cut out for me to get him to relax. I offered him a beer but he declined, saying he had to be back on the job in 15 minutes. No time to waste, I asked him if he wanted a blowjob or to fuck my ass. He took about 30 seconds to weight the options then, without looking me in the eyes, he said ‘fuck’, so I led him back to the bedroom. As we got in the bedroom, I could feel he was right behind me. He grabbed my hips, led me over to the bed, and guided me to just bend over. Nice, he wants to pound me from behind, he can go hard and deep that way, so I was happy. I also had a feeling that he was sort of disconnect me from him. He could pound me, but not have to see me or look at my face. Human fleshlight. I slid my shorts down over my ass and offered my hole up. I heard him fiddling with his pants, and then seconds later he was poking his dick head around my opening, but not quite hitting the mark. So I reached back and took hold of what felt like a really thick, but not too long, cock, and guided it to the bullseye. Although I didn’t see it, his dick did not feel as long as the other two guys, but was easily thicker by inches. Honestly, it was like backing up to a big butt plug -which I happen to love, so yeah me! I wiggled my ass and willed my hole to open up around him, and once a couple of inches were in, he hit the slick of cum that his buddy had left in me and the rest of his tool rushed right on it. Fuck it felt good. And full. Definitely like being plugged. I felt some stinging as my hole was stretched to capacity so quickly. “Holy fuck!” he howled. After that he just went to pounding, the only sounds in the room were the wet smacking of his hips meeting my jiggling butt, and our mingling grunts and groans. I have to say that even though he didn’t have the depth penetration of his coworkers, that thick dick was just what my ass needed. I love the stretch and his cock was sending me to heaven. His size seemed to hit me in just the right place inside and I actually found myself having a rare anal orgasm. I’ve done it only once before with a dildo, so this was a pleasant surprise. So there I was gasping and groaning my way through an anal orgasm, when I heard him say, “Jesus fuck, your ass just got all juicy around my dick. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Aw, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He slammed me so hard and fast as his balls exploded their seed into my ass, and we were left panting and gasping for a few minutes before he finally extracted his still semi-hard dick from my used hole. He staggered back, almost shaky on his feet after such a powerful orgasm. He bent over, hands on knees, still sucking in air, and looked up at me. “That was incredible. I never came like that in my entire life. I thought I might pass out.” “Your dick is amazing. You made me have an orgasm in my ass -something hardly no men can say they’ve done to a guy.” “You can do that?” he asked me, frowning. “Oh yeah. You felt it.” “When your ass got all slick,” he noted, now standing to his full height, and pulling his pants back into place. “Fuck, that sent me over the edge. I never felt anything like that before. And no girl has ever let me fuck them hard like that. Usually I’m so thick they suck me or jerk me until I’m close, then maybe they let me in just to finish.” He didn't have to bother telling me they also made him stretch a condom on, too. “I’ve only had one anal orgasm in my life and that was with a toy -and it was years ago,” I told him as we walked back to the front door. “Seriously, if you want to fuck me again, I’d love it.” He looked at me in disbelief. “Really? It’s that easy.” “Hey, it’s not like we’re dating. You need a hole to fuck, my ass is yours. Anytime.” He was shaking his head and smiling as he walked out back to work. “You gay guys sure do have it easy,” he said to me, and then he was gone. I didn't want to tell him that this was a very rare and extreme situation I was in with his crew. Though maybe I should have to ensure that he would come back to me for more. Better if he didn't go out looking for other guys to fuck if he knew I was a sure thing. The rest of the day went by with no one ringing my bell. The construction noise quit, and I sat down and enjoyed the peace and quiet. For about five minutes. And then the doorbell rang. I figured it was a neighbour or something, so I was stunned to find Dan standing before me, smiling but nervous. I didn’t even say anything, just stepping aside and allowing him in. While he dropped onto the sofa, I got him a beer. But I sat down to enjoy the rest of my wine rather than going right to his crotch, which was rapidly on the rise. “You don’t mind that I came back?” he asked. “Nope,” I told him simply. “I told you, you can fuck me any time.” He told me that he didn’t think anyone meant any harm by what they all started with me, first with the foreman, and then with him sending the new guy in. And that I didn’t need to do anything with any of them, that it all just lucked out that I was horny and willing and the heat was keeping them all hot and bothered, too. “It’s not like I do this sort of thing all the time,” I assured him. “But I will admit that if the opportunity presents itself like it did when the boss came in, I will happily take it.” “And it’s okay that the other guys now all want a crack at that ass?” he asked with a big grin. “This all seems really . . . unreal to me.” “I’d love it. Really. I’ll just make sure that I’m ready for them.” In other words, horny, in little clothing, and already cleaned out. “You don’t want to let everyone fuck you, though. I don’t think it is safe with a couple of the guys.” I didn’t question what he meant by that, simply telling him that I could handle whatever they threw my way. He laughed, shaking his head, and called me a whore, but in a very teasing way. I responded by dropping to the floor between his legs and getting my hands into his pants to release his rock hard dick. “I like that. Use me like a whore,” I told him as I engulfed his swollen meat all the way down to his musky pubes. He threw his head back and growled. I only got to spend a few minutes sucking him this time. Evidently he was hornier now than he was earlier. He stood up, pulling me up, too, and then came around behind me, bending me down onto the sofa, where he was presented with my ass. After a couple of quick pokes to feel that I was still quite wet, he immediately jammed about half of his hard length into me. With one more push he was balls deep. From there it was just a frenzy of skin, animal sex noises, and a lot of ‘fuck yeah!’s. He blasted another load up my ass about ten minutes later, and then pulled out and sat down to finish his beer. I noticed that his dick was still standing tall, it didn’t soften even in the slightest. “I take it you’re up for going again?” I laughed. “You need to go somewhere?” he asked, now looking worried that he was overstaying his welcome. What man in his right mind would ever think anything was more important that getting used by a hot looking man like him? “Nope. I’m all yours,” I assured him. He tilted his head and eyed me. “I can go a lot. When I was in my teens I could jack-off ten times a day and still have cum to shoot by the end. And I’ve been on a sort of dry spell for a few months, so I'm crazy horny.” “I’ll take whatever your balls can give me.” “In that case, I might be here all night,” he chuckled. “Fine,” I told him confidently. And just like that, I had myself an all night fuck. And he really did fuck me all night long. Basically in every room in the house. I’ve never met a man who could fuck and cum so much and still need to keep going. I was in pig heaven! Not only did he fuck me in the kitchen, front hallway, shower, laundry room, bedroom, living room again, but after we finally did fall asleep from total exhaustion, he woke me three times through the night and dumped more loads in me every time. We both slept like babies, and in the morning I made him breakfast and told him of a route through my backyard that would take him around the block to his car so the rest of the crew wouldn’t know he spent the night. He was okay with them knowing he’d fucked me yesterday, but it made things look very different that he’d spent the night. I’m actually not even sure if that was a worry of his, but I got it into my mind that it could be a sticky situation, so I made the suggestion first. Bill showed up at my door around mid-morning wearing a shit-eating grin as he strolled into my house again. I don’t know, maybe I’m an idiot, but I just couldn’t see any reason to say no to him. Or any of them, really. I’d gotten a good look at the entire crew through the window yesterday, and they were all attractive in their own way. Even the less attractive ones were hot to me. Maybe more. And there were a couple that looked quite rough that really seemed to get my blood pressure up. “So I heard that a couple of my guys did more than just feed you their loads yesterday. You okay with that?” Bill asked, talking to me like I was one of his employees. “Of course,” I told him. Clearly he was in semi-business mode. He obviously didn’t need any sort of complaint for inappropriate behavior. “Let’s just say that you guys have put me in a mood. So while you’re here, why don’t you just let them have some fun.” He frowned and shook his head. “Really? All of them? I’ve got a fifteen man crew out there. Are you seriously telling me that you would let all of them fuck you?” “Yes,” I told him without hesitation. “You know, word got around them pretty fast. Now they’re all fucking horny and not concentrating on their work,” he said. “So tell them if they don’t get their mind on the job, they don’t get any ‘rewards’,” I suggested. “I’m off work for the next couple of weeks, so I will be available any time.” He pondered this for a bit, and then was nodding. “Okay, if I can work it, they can visit you on their breaks, so we actually get this job done. If they’re doing a really good job, then they can come over at some other point in their shift. That could take up a lot of your day.” “It’s more than fine,”I assured him, noticing how his crotch was filling out before my eyes. “I think you’re going to need a little help with that.” He looked down at his bulge and just sort of grunted. “Later. I got to get them moving,” he said, turning and heading back out, not at all worried that he was sporting major wood. “I’ll be back once I get things on track here.” With that, a plan was set. And after I heard all of the machines doing their noise for a while, Bill was back. He was already opening his pants as I opened the front door. I like a man who doesn’t waste time. “So, you like to get fucked,” he said, walking past me as I closed the door behind him. He didn’t even give me a chance to respond, quickly grabbing hold of me, spinning me around and yanking my shorts down over my ass. Within a matter of seconds he was buried in my hot ass, pounding away. “Yeah, you’re a fucking slut, aren’t you?” he growled. “Taking all of our dicks, huh? You like that? Slut?” His breath was hot on my right ear and I just love feeling a man that close while he’s fucking me. “Fuck yeah! I loved to get used like a whore. Fucking breed my ass!” I yelled back to him. It was a quick fuck, just him nailing me from behind right there in the entryway, both of our pants around our knees, rutting like animals. “Take that fucking cum, faggot!” he roared as he blasted my ass full of a very hot load of seed. We both pulled our bottoms back up, he slapped me on the butt and headed back to the door. “You might as well keep those shorts off -you’re going to be naked most of the time, anyway. Now that I know what a good fuck you are, I’ll make sure you get all the dick you can handle.” Just as he was stepping out the door he looked back at me and added, “And some maybe you can’t.” That was a bit ominous but also exciting. My dick was throbbing in my shorts and my hole was giving involuntary spasms at the thought of getting fucked again. Funny how you can go without and be mostly fine, but as soon as you get one dick in you, you want them ALL. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long -only about 10 minutes- before my next eager construction stud was ringing my doorbell. And so it went. For the entirety of the week, I had a steady stream of horned up, sweaty, dirty, musky men in and out of my house, giving me more loads that I could keep track of. A few were really clinging to their ‘straightness’ and would only let me suck them, but for the most part the rest wanted a bit of sucking to start and then a good fuck to finish. By Thursday night I had taken on all of the crew (at least once, some had repeats) except for the three rather rough looking ones. I figured they just weren’t interested. I didn’t sweat it, either way, because Dan seemed to be more than willing to take up the slack. He showed up after the crew left on Thursday, and I figured we were going to spend the night fucking like we had the other day. Fine by me. We started in the living room with me riding his lap on the couch, taking our time for a change, and talking a little. Just actually enjoying each other's company. “So what’s the deal with those other three guys?” I asked him. “The ones who haven’t come for a turn.” I had a feeling what it was, but I wanted to be sure. Somehow the prospect only made my ass hungrier. He took on a very serious face at this point. “I don’t think you want them. They’re trouble.” “How do you mean?” “I’m not totally certain, but I’m pretty sure they’re kind of fucked up. Like into hardcore stuff. The rest of the guys are just horny. But I’ve heard those three talking sometimes and they get into some twisted shit. I think they might have some STD’s, too.” My dick was shockingly steel hard hearing him talk about those guys. I probably shouldn’t want them, given that I’ve always managed to stay safe, but the thought of them using me was turning me the fuck on. To most people those guys might look a little rough or like trouble, but to me they looked like the porn stars that I always drool over. Rough and tough, hairy, hard all over, tattoos, probably pierced, too. The total porn stud package. Just thinking about them was sending me into overdrive. And Dan noticed, too. “Fuck, you are a pig! You actually like the idea of those three fucking you?” he asked as he drove his dick harder and deeper up into me, our fuck now getting more intense. I rode him harder, too. “I know I shouldn’t,” I panted, “But the idea of it has me so hot.” “Good thing we saved them for last, then. How about I tell them to come over after shift tomorrow. Everyone cuts out early Friday, anyway. I want to come and watch, if that’s okay.” “You know you’re always welcome here,” I told him adamantly. I meant that, too. Something different was happening with Dan. I could feel it, and I’m sure that he did, too. We were not just fucking. He had taken an interest in me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of me after I had a go with those three remaining guys. Would he think I’m too disgusting to fuck anymore? I pushed those thoughts out of my head. None of this had been expected, so any action is good action in my books. He slammed his beautiful cock deep into me and roared as he flooded me with more sperm. The thought of his cum in me, and those three rough looking guys fucking me with some sort of bugs, just sent me over the edge, and my dick exploded hands-free, firing a line of cum up Dan’s stomach and chest, right to his face. When we both settled down from our powerful orgasms, I saw all of the cum on Dan and leaned over and began licking it up. At first he leaned back just a little as I approached him, maybe he thought I was going to kiss him with cum on my lips? But then I started licking more cum up, trying to gather as much as possible in my mouth before I swallowed it. I managed to get his face, neck and chest cleaned while still impaled on Dan’s hard dick. And then he surprised me by grabbing me behind the neck and pulling my face to his, mashing our lips together. His tongue forced it’s way past my lips and he began licking and probing for my load. Fucking hell, I hadn’t expected this from such a butch looking man. We swapped spit and cum for at least five minutes, both of us enjoying this new intimacy, when suddenly I felt Dan’s dick throbbing in my ass again. That finally made me pull away from him. “Are you cumming again?” I asked. “I didn’t expect that, but fuck!” he yelled, riding the wave through his orgasm. “I never did anything like that before but it was so fucking hot my dick just went off.” Evidently he liked it, because he pulled me back to him and we made out for ages before he wanted to fuck again in a different room. We had definitely turned a corner and now Dan and I had gone into some other territory that I was not sure he wanted. Though he wasn’t shying away from it, either. We continued to kiss and fuck our way through the entire night again, and he added another load right before he headed out to work in the morning. That was when I knew that something was different, because he went out the front door, for all the guys to see. He still had on the same grungy clothes as the day before, but the rest of him obviously looked freshly showered. I heard the guys making dirty comments and just whooping it up that he’d spent the night fucking the whore. Hey, we both had big smiles on our faces, so who cares? I smiled to myself all day thinking Dan. Unexpectedly, I might have found something I hadn’t been looking for. Dan came in for his breaks, but we didn’t fuck, and none of the other guys came in, either. On his last break I mentioned it. “I was a little surprised that nobody came in to fuck me today since it’s the last day on site.” “Well, they all had their turns -except for Luke, Andy, and Rob for tonight.” “I guess I shouldn’t complain. I got more cock and cum this week than I have the past couple of years combined,” I laughed. I stared at him for a couple of minutes, but he was staring at the floor, deep in thought. Finally, he came to a decision. “I . . . I told the guys not to come in,” he told me, now looking me in the eyes. My stomach just sank when he said that. “What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” “No, no. Just the opposite. This has been all so weird to me, but ever since that first day I can’t stop thinking about you. I never even considered being bi before we started working here, and now I can’t even get hard thinking about a woman. I only get hard when I think about you,” he confessed. I was shocked speechless. That’s the last thing I expected to hear from him. Yes, I knew I felt a strong connection, but he just jumped in the deep end. Most men in his position would spend their time denying it, pretending nothing ever happened, pretending we’d never met. Instead, he was coming out to me -and he never even knew he was gay before this week. Right away his posture dropped and he looked insecure. “Look, you know I’ve never done this stuff before. But I fuckin’ like you. A lot. And I think you like me.” “A lot,” I pointed out, and his face split with a huge grin of relief. It sounded to me like he was talking about a relationship, so I worried that I might not get a chance to sample the last three guys, the ones I was sure had some bugs to pass my way. Or, if they do, will he be still even like me? “The guys are still going to breed me tonight, right?” My mind was swirling. Things like this just never happened to a guy like me. And this hunk, only now realizing he is gay, could have literally any man he wanted. And he was saying he wanted me. “About that. It’s still on, but I have to tell you something. When I talked to them earlier and told them you wanted their loads, they mentioned that they all have HIV. They look healthy enough, but they said to tell you that they do shoot viral loads -whatever that means. I don’t know about all of this stuff, but I’m pretty sure it means you could get sick.” I had already figured that was the case, and I was still horny as hell to get their cum in me -as evidenced by the growing tent in my shorts. “I see that doesn’t turn you off the way I thought it might,” Dan laughed. “Then it’s on,” he told me, leaning over for a quick but strong kiss before returning to finish out the workday. Shortly after 4 pm all of the equipment had been taken away, the street cleaned, and most of the workers departed. The four remaining men moved their vehicles to my driveway and entered my house for a night I was not soon to forget.

Intro 3 The following Friday, Chris’ phone rang. It was Steve - “Chris, can you come to my office for a few minutes?” “Sure thing” Chris replied and went back to the production area. He knocked on Steve’s door and went inside. “Close the door, please” Steve said. “Ken reminded me of one thing we forgot to tell you and a question to ask. Uh… Its really hard to deal with condoms on a trip like this since we need to collect all the trash we make, so everyone fucks raw” Steve said. "Oh… uh… yeah, I guess that makes sense. My ex and I used to fuck bareback too, well until I found out he was cheating on me” Chris replied. “Obviously, since you’re the new guy, we need to make sure that you don’t have anything that the rest of us can catch” Steve said. “I just got tested so I’m ok. It’s good to know you guys check this stuff out. It reminds me of the stuff I need to deal with when I start dating again” Chris said. “Yeah, you can’t be too careful. You might want to think about getting on prep after the trip, that way there’s one less thing to worry about. Can you swab your gums with this test kit just to be sure?” Steve said. “Uh… ok. Yeah, prep is probably a good idea since I want to be a lot more active than I have been” Chris said as he took the stick and swabbed before handing it back to Steve. “Thanks. 1 week to go. By the way, you ended up in the van with PJ, Danny, Eric and Colin who will be your tent mate. He was last year’s newbie so he can answer any questions you might have” Steve explained. “Eric? As in that Eric?” Chris said, pointing toward the production area. “Yeah, that one. A friend of his is going too, but he’s meeting us there since he lives near the river” Steve replied. As soon as Chris left his office and he had the test results, Steve sent a message to Ken - “newbie neg, no prep.” The week went by quickly and Chris got several messages telling him what to bring, all of which seemed normal for a summer time camping trip. He bought a few things like a new sleeping bag, bug spray, and sunscreen. The rest of the stuff like swimsuits, t-shirts, sweatpants and a rain poncho he already had. He added a douche bulb so he could clean out, since he didn’t like bottoming with a dirty hole. Danny dropped off a dry sack on Friday and told him everything he brought along needed to fit inside it. “Be ready at 3am on Monday morning. We’ll pick you up at your place” Danny said, grinning at Chris.

Chapter 1: Life as a Faggot Bug Chasing Cumdump The guy fucking me was brutal. His cock was destroying my ass, which was exactly how I liked it. "Take that stranger's cock you whore," my Master said. Master was staring down at me while I worshiped His cock with my mouth. I did my best to say thank you, but with how full my mouth was all that came out was a muffled response. Master knew I was trying to answer Him though, so He gave me a reassuring caress to my head. I smiled around His cock, knowing I was being a good boy. As the stranger kept hammering away, I kept focusing on the cocks up both my holes. I was getting tired, but I wanted to last longer to please Master even more. To do so, I repeated my mantra through my head: "I'm a faggot bug chasing cumdump, and my purpose is to take all loads." I was on the third repeat of my mantra when a sort of peace came over me. Physically the fuck was still a struggle, but reminding myself of my place helped me appreciate the gift Master was giving me. Because of Him we were at the Bathhouse, my place of worship for cock and cum. There was nothing I could ever do to repay him for the honor each visit gave me. "Yea, you want that poz load bitch!?" the stranger yelled, digging his nails into my ass and hammering harder. I pushed my ass further onto his poz cock, moaning in excitement and nodding my head vigorously. "Do it man! Poz my boy's ass! He needs it!" I looked up at Master, and like always was taken aback by how beautiful He was. Even after all this time, I couldn't understand why He made me His. At 6 feet 2 inches, He was a good foot taller than me. His hair was shaggy and brown, creating the perfect frame to His strong yet devilishly angelic face. His skin was creamy, covered in a dusting of hair that was always a thrill to run my hands through. His body was firm and muscular, a testament to His strength and innate dominance. But none of that compared to His most sexy feature: The red and gold biohazard symbol on his left pec. "Fuck! Here it comes bitch!" the stranger shouted before momentarily freezing. "I'm pozzing your faggot ass!" With one final slam the stranger pushed me forward, causing me to take Master's cock down to the root. My face was buried in Master's wonderfully musky crotch while the stranger pumped load after load of hot poz cum up my faggot ass. I still couldn't believe how lucky I was. This was what I lived for! Nothing felt better than being filled with cock and cum. Especially when they were poz! Moments like this always reaffirmed my deepest truth: I'm a faggot bug chasing cumdump, and my purpose is to take all loads. For a moment we were all still, basking in the high that only nasty, toxic pig breedings can give. Before long though the stranger pulled out, leaving my hole empty and gasping for cock. "Thanks man," the stranger said as he slapped my ass. "Your slut's got a nice ass there. Gotta recharge it again some time." Before I was ready to let Master's cock go from my mouth my gag reflex kicked in, causing me to push off and gasp for air. Master chuckled and slapped my face, making me momentarily stunned by the blow. Like always though that helped me focus and get control of my breath. "Yea man. Anytime. If the door's open then the whore's open for cum." Master grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "What do you say boy?" For a split second I didn't know what Master was talking about before my training kicked in. "Thank you for the poz load Sir!" I heard laughter behind me followed by footsteps. "Shit man. You've got him trained well." I beamed with pride at Master as he did the same with me. We kept staring at each other as the footsteps faded away, leaving me and Master alone for the first time since He opened my hole to the public. "Good work boy," Master said petting my head. "You thirsty?" I nodded my head excitedly, knowing what was coming next. Master placed the tip of his cock in my mouth, sighed, and let loose a stream of his wonderful piss. I gulped almost all of it down, save for a small stream that escaped my lips. After I swallowed the last of Master's piss, He pulled out and moved towards the door. "Master no!" I shouted "Please! I need more." Master chuckled as He shut the door. "Did I hear you say no boy?" Master said raising an eyebrow. "Fuck," I explained, ashamed for what I had done. Master scrunched up His face, trying to look angry but failing miserably. He laughed, jumped on top of me, and planted a deep kiss on my lips. I was stunned for a moment before melting into Master. We made out for a couple minutes before Master pulled away. With a smile he caressed my face, sending shivers through my body. "I'm sorry I said no Master," I said with as much earnestness I could muster. Master rolled his eyes and gave me a soft slap on the face. "I know you're in the headspace, but you can fucking relax now baby." For a moment I stared at Master not knowing what to do, until that feeling came. You know, the one where you're suddenly aware of your surroundings. I burst out laughing, letting go of the headspace tension I had gotten caught up in. I grabbed Kevin around the neck and pulled him into a quick peck on the lips. Sinking back into the mattress I didn't let go of him. "I'm sorry," I said. "You know how I get. I just get so cum hungry when I'm serving you." "I know," Kevin said as he maneuvered us into position, him holding me possessively as his little spoon. "But I think you're done for the day." "What!?" I said, turning my head to look around at him, putting on my best pout. "No! Please! Just one more load. I really need it!" "Well of course you need it! You're a faggot cumdump!" Kevin said. At one point in my life that would've been an insult. Now though, it was a badge of honor. I really was a faggot cumdump. A bug chasing faggot cumdump. I just didn't know how much of one I was until Kevin claimed me as his. "It's time for me to put you to bed though." "No it's not!" I said. Of course that was the exact moment my body decided it was time to yawn. Fuck! I really wanted another load, but Kevin was right. My body had reached its limit and I needed sleep. Still, even if it was time to stop being a public whore, there was at least one more load available for me to get. "Ok fine, you win." I said. Never losing contact with Kevin's skin, I maneuvered myself out of the spoon position and got on top of him, cowboy style. "I just feel bad that you didn't cum yet." I grabbed Kevin's cock and gave it a quick tug, drawing a moan out from him. "Was I a bad boy Daddy? Why didn't you cum?" I kept tugging on Kevin's cock and ground my cummy hole over it. I knew he woudn't be able to resist, and before long I got what I wanted. "You bitch," Kevin said through gritted teeth. "I'm gonna make you pay later for this. For now though get your faggot ass on my big cock and ride me!" "Yes Sir," I said with a victorious smirk. I got myself into a squatting position, lined Kevin's cock with my hole, and in one fell swoop rammed into all the way into my cum filled hole. For a brief moment my ass felt overwhelmed, but quickly the shock turned into pleasure. Never letting go of his eyes I rode Kevin for all I was worth, basking in the perverted joy raw cock always gave me. Keeping eye contact reached over across the mattress, grabbed a little brown bottle, opened it up and lifted it toward me. "Show me how much of a popper pig you are slut." Pausing my ride and bending down, I covered a nostril and took as long of an inhale as I could. I held my breathe, using the length of my mantra as a gauge. I breathed out repeated on the other nostril. The poppers rush came over me, doing its work to energize the faggot in me. Soon I was bouncing up and down, caught in a frenzy, thanking the stars above that my life revolved around cock and cum. I could've continued like this forever, but before long Kevin started matching my rhythm with thrusts into me, letting me know he was getting close. "What are you?" Kevin shouted, grabbing my neck with one hand and and back with the other, pulling me toward him. "I'm...a...fa....fa...gah...gah" I attempted to say through each throughs into my ass. "I said what are you!" Kevin shouted, elevating his voice even louder. I knew I couldn't fuck up again. "I'm ....a....fag....got....bug....chase.....ing....cum.....dump!" With a growl Kevin flipped me onto my back and hammered away. He came quickly, but his pumps were forceful. Each one felt like they were tearing up my hole, leaving a bruise I wasn't sure would go away. Kevin left no doubt he was in charge. With one final push Kevin dropped his poz seed in me, and then collapsed on top. For a moment we both struggled to catch our breath. I lay enjoying post orgasmic bliss, soaking in the moment. "So, ready for me to take you to bed now?" I looked at him, feeling completely content and sated. "Yea," I said with a chuckle. "I'm ready." "Good," Kevin said. He pushed himself up, grabbing my arm in the process and pulling me off the mattress with him. "Let's go home." I smiled, kissed him, and said the only the thing I could say. "Sounds good."

Intro 2 Chris’s jaw dropped as he heard the last word. He looked around the table trying to imagine them all fucking. He always thought that PJ was cute - from his dark red hair, bushy beard, and muscled arms down to his bubble butt and thick legs. He never really had looked at Danny too closely since he really wasn’t his type - a mid-thirties bear with dark hair that seemed to be everywhere. Steve was a tall late forties dad who kept himself in decent shape but other than a few tattoos was pretty bland. He was pretty sure that all of his co-workers were straight as an arrow. Ken had a shaved head, trimmed beard that had some gray in it and a muscled upper body. Chris could see that Ken had both arms covered to the wrist with ink and several piercings in his ears. He could easily envision Ken at a gay leather bar, but those weren’t the types of places that he hung out at. “It’s all guys, right?” Chris asked after a moment. “Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Danny asked, grinning. “Hell, no. I’m just surprised. I didn’t think you guys went that way” Chris replied. He heard a couple guys chuckle. “There’s one thing… If you go, you would be the newbie and that means that you haven’t earned the right to fuck. Only get fucked. I don’t know what you prefer so that might be a deal breaker” Steve said. “No, I’m vers so that’s not a problem” Chris said, surprising himself at how easy it was to tell his co-workers how he fucked. They had taken a big chance telling him about them fucking, so this seemed insignificant. “So, are you interested?” Steve asked. “Yeah, I think so… I kinda need to move on in my life and do new things. I hope it doesn’t turn into Deliverance though, hehe. I just need to ask my boss on Monday if I can have the time off” replied Chris, wondering if he was making a hasty decision. It did seem to be a good way to forget about his ex. He felt PJ squeeze his ass cheek a couple times and his cock twitched. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it. Now, remember, no word to anyone else at work about this. If anyone asks, you’re going camping with some friends, OK?” Steve said. “I understand” Chris answered. PJ and Danny went to the bar and came back with a round of drinks. They made a toast to the trip. PJ leaned in and said “You’re gonna have a great time, I know it. It’s gonna be a trip to remember.”

Sorry for the delay, had a bit of writers block. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 21 A couple of months later I had finally closed on my apartment so I decided to have a few friends come over to help me properly break the place in. My son Josh had come over early to help me set up the sling. Lucas and Thomas were the first to arrive. It was summer so Lucas was only wearing a pair of very short shorts and a tight tank top. It looked like he was still smooth but he was now sporting a few new tattoos. Thomas gave me a big hug and said, "thanks for inviting us, my boy's been horny all day." "Oh sorry Lucas, there won't be any fucking going on tonight." Fuck he was so cute. He got this sad look on his face and his lower lip started to quiver. "Don't believe a word he says," Josh said walking into the room. "My dad's full of shit, there will definitely be fucking going on here tonight." He was standing in front of Lucas, "damn, dad wasn't kidding you're fucking cute. I'm Josh and you must be Lucas." He grabbed Lucas's crotch and grinned. "Damn boy, are you locked away?" "Yes sir." "Fuck that's hot." He gave him a kiss then turned to Thomas, "I've heard a lot about you guys it's nice to finally meet you." "Wait, are you guys real father and son?" Thomas's mouth was hanging wide open. "Oh did I forget to mention, both of my real sons are total poz cum sluts," I said. Thomas just shook his head, "that is so fucking twisted and I'm rock hard just thinking about it." He turned to Lucas, "boy, why don't you get naked and show these nice men your new artwork. Kevin, I can't thank you enough for hooking us up with Max. That was quite the experience." I chuckled, "how many loads did he leave with?" "Honestly, I lost count." Lucas was now standing at attention naked with his dick still locked away. He had several tattoos on his chest and back. My favorite was the tramp stamp he had which said 'poz boy, property of Thomas.' I also noticed he had several bio haz tats on various places on his body. "Damn boy, what a fucking slut. You like your new ink?" "Yes sir I love them." Josh was already naked standing behind Lucas. He gave him no warning before he bent him over the back of the couch and shoved his hard dick inside his cunt. Lucas let out deep moan. "Sorry Thomas, I guess I should've asked permission first but you're boy is so fucking hot I couldn't resist." "No apology needed. That's what he's here for, use his cunt and fill him up. Isn't that right boy?" "Mmm, yes sure, thank you sir." Matty and Chris from Dr. Manning's office showed up next and were naked before the door was even closed. We'd been fucking for about an hour when Scotty and some new guy arrived. Oh this was interesting they were holding hands. "Hey Kev, love your new place. Holy shit is that my realtor Lucas?" I laughed, "yep turns out he's a complete cum whore. Thanks for recommending him." "Damn I had no idea." Thomas added, "oh this is a rather recent development. Hi I'm Thomas, Lucas's new Master." "Well damn, that's hot. I'm Scotty and this is my friend Mitch." "Just friends?" I asked looking at their joined hands. "Ahh we're still figuring that out." Brandon, Dr. Manning's nephew, had been right behind them but I was so distracted by Mitch that I totally missed him. "Yeah they may not know what's going on but everyone around them can certainly tell." "Hey Brandon, remember I can still fire you," Scotty cried out. Brandon just grinned very proud of himself. Mitch reached out to shake my hand. "Hi Kevin, it's nice to finally meet you. Scotty talks about you all the time." "Interesting as this is the first time I'm hearing anything about you. But I guess this explains why I haven't seen him in awhile." "Oh come on Kevin, it's only been a couple of weeks since we last saw each other," Scotty said while playfully hitting me on the shoulder. "And one of those weeks I was at a conference which, if you must know is where I hooked up with Mitch." "Hooked up indeed," Brandon snickered. "I mean met him again," he said turning a deep shade of red. "Well come on in and get naked and stick your dick in a warm wet hole." Brandon saw the sling set up in the dining room and started grinning from ear to ear. "Hot! I love pounding a neg hole in a sling. Please tell me there's at least one neg boy here tonight?" "Sorry Brandon, the closest guy here to being negative would be Lucas, the guy over on the couch with Scotty's dick buired deep inside him. He officially joined the club about a month ago." "Damn I've really been itching to breed some more neg ass." I just smiled at him, "I totally understand. There's nothing better than sinking your hot poz cock deep inside a unprotected neg hole, knowing you're changing his life forever. You can always go on to all those apps and see if you can find anyone chasing and invite them over." "You sure," Brandon said but he already had his phone out. "Knock yourself out kid. I wouldn't mind pounding a neg hole myself." Brandon was grinning from ear to ear as he showed me the quick connect ad he placed on bbrts. 'Group of horny toxic tops looking for neg guys to impregnate. Serious guys only, no pussies on PrEP.' I'd never really had much luck with those ads so I wasn't really holding out much hope, but less than ten minutes later Brandon let out a cheer. "Fuck yeah there's some hotty less than fifty feet away who's interested." A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. I smiled at Brandon and told him to do the honors. On the other side of the door stood the cutest kid. "Fuck son how old are you," I asked. "I'm 18 sir you can check my license if you want." I took a look and said, "damn son, today's your birthday. You sure about this? Every single one of us is toxic as fuck. Once you start there's no going back." "I'm sure sir, I've been dreaming about this day for years. Please sir I want the gift for my birthday." "Fuck," I said, "you heard him guys. This slut wants our gift for his birthday. Knock him up." They strapped him into the sling, Brandon dropped to his knees and started eating the kids tight smooth hole. "Oh my god that feels so amazing." "Damn kid," I said, "if you think that tongue feels good wait until he shoves his hard poz dick inside you." "Yes, yes, yes fuck me please fuck me hard. Knock me up!" Brandon looked up from in-between his legs with an evil grin on his face. He slowly stood up and placed his hard cock at the entrance to the kids neg ass. "You sure you want this boy? This is your last chance." "Please! Poz me set me free." "You got it slut." Brandon pushed his toxic dick deep inside all the while the kid was moaning and screaming in pain that soon turned to pleasure if the look on his face was anything to go by. Brandon had given me his phone to keep an eye out for any other neg guys wanting to join our little party. A cute older guy had sent him a message on his scruff profile. 'Hey, I'm probably too old for you but thought I'd take a chance. You're really hot.' Responding as Brandon I said, 'Hey, your hot yourself.' I really hated these apps, I never knew what to say. 'Thanks man, what you looking for?' 'My friends and I are looking for neg guys who aren't afraid to take a poz cock deep inside their hole and let us fill them with toxic cum.' I laughed to myself, that would send him running for the hills. 'Holy fucking shit, are you for real?' I smiled and typed, 'there are currently eight horny non medicated poz guys here looking for neg guys who know what they want.' 'Fuck! That is so hot.' 'Yeah, so you neg?' 'Yes I'm neg not on PrEP.' 'Good man. So you in or not?' 'You guys are really toxic?' 'Don't waste my time. If you cum you'll leave a changed man.' 'Address?' I typed out my address and added, 'you have ten minutes to get here starting now.' I didn't receive a response so I figured I'd either scared him off or he was frantically on his way. Nine minutes later he buzzed my apartment. When I opened the door there stood a hot muscular guy about six feet tall, trimmed beard, wearing a tank top so I could see tattoos on his shoulders running down his upper arms. He had dark blonde hair with piercing green eyes. "Holy fuck you're hot," I stammered out. He chuckled, "thanks, you're not so bad yourself but not quite what I was expecting based on your pics." I started laughing. "Sorry about that. The scruff account belongs to the guy over there pounding the kid in the sling. I'm Kevin, I was the one sending you the messages. I'm sure he'll be done shortly if you prefer his young dick buried deep inside you." "Umm okay. You guys really poz?" "Yep toxic, all except the guy in the sling but we're working on changing that." I grinned at him. "You really neg?" "Yep I am and I'm really not on PrEP either. Fuck this is so twisted, messed up, hot as fuck and my dick is rock hard." "We aim to poz," I said smiling a big cheesie grin. "There's several younger guys here who would gladly take a turn on your ass." "Actually to be honest with you, not that I'd say no to any of those hot young guys but I'm really more into guys closer to my age." "Hmm, interesting, and just how old are you?" "I'm 57." "Fuck are you serious? I'd have pegged you in your forties easily. You are so hot! I'm 52, is that too young for you?" I smirked at him. "No you little shit that's perfect. Now are we done with the small talk? Are you going to knock me up or what?"

***Thanks for the positive feedback, guys. it's been a long time since I posted a story on here so it is greatly appreciated. And the story continues . . .*** Part Two “Yesterday you said you would do anything I wanted if we cut out early. Time to pay up,” he told me, strolling into the living room and plopping his perfect muscular ass down onto my sofa. The nerve of this guy! Okay, that feeling didn’t stay with me more than a millisecond. How could I possibly refuse a man like him? I’m considered ‘cute’ I suppose, certainly no hunk or stud, so it just never occurred to me that a man like him would give me a sideways glance. I followed him in and just stared into his deep dark eyes for a moment, unsure how to proceed. “My wife, she hates sucking my dick or licking my balls. I’ve heard stories how you guys are better at it anyway, so how ‘bout it?” It was more of a statement than question, given that he spread his legs wide to practically beam a spotlight on that very proportionate looking bulge in his jeans. Apparently everything about this man is big. I don’t need to be told twice, I was down on my knees faster than you can see ‘swallow!’. At first I just stuck my face into his denim clad bulge, getting a good sniff. And then I reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, revealing not only a lack of underwear but also a very choice cut of meat. Again I stuck my face in for a good sniff, his musky balls working on me like an aphrodisiac -every nerve ending in my body and brain lit up like a Christmas tree! I helped him shuffle a bit to pull his pants down enough to release his balls as well, and then got to licking. I gave him a good tongue bath, as he sat with his head thrown back and groaning, and then licking my way up his now towering 8 ½ thick inches, to a beautiful mushroom head. After licking his entire shaft, I set to work on swallowing him. I slurped and licked and sucked my way down that big piece of dick. Luckily he was inexperienced with men and just let me take the reins, so I was able to go at my own pace, which allowed me to comfortably take his entire thick length right down to his pubes. “Fuck!” he growled once I did that. “Oh, fuck, I never knew . . . feels so good,” he mumbled, feeling so good that words were escaping him. I bobbed and slurped, licked and sucked for at least twenty minutes before he grabbed me by the ears to get me to look up at him. “I’m about ready to blow. You swallow?” he asked, which I just nodded ‘yes’ with my mouth still full. He threw his head back and let out a roar as his balls jumped in my hand and emptied their cargo into my hungry mouth. His orgasm went on for at least two minutes, his dick constantly throbbing more pulses of cum onto my tongue. It was awesome. By the time he recovered and caught his breath, I was licking my chops, very satisfied with my mid-morning snack. “That was awesome,” he complimented. “You suck really good dick.” “Thanks, I try,” I replied bashfully. “You have a beautiful dick.” “What to suck it again?” he asked. “Fuck yeah! Anytime,” I told him sincerely. He returned to work and I did some of my own work around the house, barely able to stop thinking about the studly construction worker I’d sucked off. I couldn’t help but wonder how open minded he might be. Just in case he came back today, I decided to douche out. If I’m lucky at all, he’ll want more. Sure enough, about an hour later the doorbell chimed. I was surprised to see another member of the construction crew standing before me. Also over six feet, kind of a rugby player sort of build (which I’ve always had a weakness for) with very dark curly short hair, black eyes and dark hair on all of his body that was exposed. The definition of a stud. “Hi?” I began, completely unsure what to say. “Hey, Bill, my foreman, told me I should come in here to get a little reward for all of my hard work,” he told me a little bashfully. At that moment we both looked over his shoulder as all of the guys burst out laughing at him, and I saw his cheeks flame red with embarrassment. “Oh, very funny!” he yelled back to them, turning to leave -and possibly kick some butt. Aside from the fact that he was so unbelievably hunky, that bit of vulnerability he’d show with that blush of embarrassment lit some sort of fire in me. Plus, if he’s open-minded enough to come to my door for his ‘reward’, who am I do deny? Rather than be embarrassed that Bill (as I now knew his name) had told everyone I sucked his dick, I decided to own it, reaching out and yanking the hunk by the arm back towards the house. “What are you doing?” he asked, stumbling as I pulled. “Giving you a reward for those dicks trying to humiliate you. Or maybe me. Either way, come on,” I told him, with one final yank getting him over the threshold and slamming the door shut. “Want a beer?” I asked him. “Since I’m out there sweating like a pig, that sounds great,” he replied, glancing around the hallway a little nervously. He followed me back to the kitchen and I pointed out a bar stool for him to take a seat. After handing him the beer, which he quickly upended for a long guzzle, I spun the stool away from the counter so that I could have access to him. “Look, you don’t have to . . .” he began, clearly unsure what to do. I looked him in the eyes for a hard second, and then asked, “Are you uncomfortable?” He kind of frowned and thought about it and then looked a little surprised with himself. “No,” he told me confidently. Logically, how could he be? He was now in the air conditioning, about to get his dick sucked, and drinking a beer at eleven in the a-m. “Good,” I said, reaching out and taking hold of his jeans to get them undone. “Just sit back and enjoy your reward.” After another swig of his beer, he seemed to relax into the situation and hunched his hips forward, allowing me full access to him. From there, I got him unbuttoned and unzipped, and hefted out a mouthwatering 9 inches of deliciousness. I took pleasure and my time devouring his sausage, causing him to grunt and groan for a while, before he got bolder and started rubbing my back as I bent over his crotch. As the minutes ticked on, with me slobbering and slurping over him, his hands moved further along my back until it was my turn to be surprised when he began to work his fingers down inside my nylon shorts to begin playing with my hungry hole. I didn’t need another hint. I took my mouth off of his dick and asked him if he wanted to fuck me, which he readily agreed. So I led him down to the bedroom, his hard dick bobbing out in front of him, and had him lay on the bed, where I stripped his pants off completely. Thankfully I’d cleaned out, so I wasn’t wasting any time. I climbed on top of him, and guided his big dick head to my hole and slowly descended onto him. By now we were both groaning. He told me he’d never done anything with a guy before, let alone fuck anyone’s ass. But that it felt amazing. I told him that his dick inside of me felt amazing, too. I was so glad that he’d been worked up enough to not even question me about condoms, as I gave him no choice, anyway. I was already impaled and riding hard, loving every raw inch and second of it. I had already been sucking him for quite a while so I didn’t figure the fuck would last very long, but I was determined to get the most of it. He surprised me after a while when he reached up and began to pinch and tug on my nipples. At first it felt really good and got me to ride him harder, but then it got almost painful as he was pulling on them hard. That’s when I realised he wasn’t actually pulling them to hurt me, he was trying to guide me to bend over him, so as I leaned down, relieving the pain, he hunched up and kissed me. Surprise of surprises! He reached a hand around the back of my head and pulled my face down to his, our tongues mashing and twisting in a hot wet dance, all while he rammed up into my ass. At this point he really took over the fuck. He didn’t release me after our lips met. Our mouths were joined for the next several minutes as he pounded up into me and then growled into my mouth as he emptied his balls into my ass. Fuck yeah! He gave me his load. After several minutes, his balls had run dry and his dick eased out of my hole, and he released his hold on my neck. As I sat up, I think the reality of what he’d done sank in and he looked torn. He frowned at me, shaking his head. “Sorry, I don’t usually . . . I mean, I’ve never kissed a guy before. But I love kissing when I cum, so I guess some part of me took over-” “Hey, don't worry about it. I loved it!” I told him. “Really?” he asked, his face lit up now. “Your dick felt great in my ass. You can fuck me any time you want,” I told him, now climbing off of him. Between his boss and him, I was hoping to get a lot of cum for the duration of their job on my street. He got dressed and I walked him to the door. Before heading out he turned around and asked, “Did you mean that?” “What?” I asked. “About fucking you again?” he asked, really nervous about making a fool of himself. How anyone that masculine and hunky and sexy could ever feel that way is beyond me. “Absolutely!” I gushed. “Any time. I love taking loads. The more, the better.” He nodded at me and headed out. I wondered if I’d gone too far about telling him that I love taking so many loads in me. Might be the stuff that freaks a straight guy out. ***Before anyone starts complaining or reprimanding me, there is some bug chasing coming up soon.***

Notice: The author does not consent to anyone using the characters or plot line of this story for any derived work, whether the author is still active on this site or not. They are not abandoned nor placed in the public domain. This is a fictional story. It never happened and any similarity to any real life happenings is coincidence. Intro 1 It was late on a Friday afternoon and Chris had to run some designs back to the production area. He grabbed the folder and headed back knowing he would get at least a few lewd comments. He was a little surprised when all he got were regular “Hi Chris” and “How ya doin, Chris?” He wondered if everyone knew that he had broken up with his boyfriend earlier that week and were being overly polite. Chris was out to his co-workers and it seemed that no one had an issue with it, unlike his last job. He walked into Steve’s office and said “Hi Steve, here are the final designs for the Johnson project. Let me know when you can schedule it so I can let the client know.” “Sure thing, Chris. Thanks for getting those changes done so quick” Steve replied. “No problem” Chris said and turned to go back to his desk. “Hey, Chris. A few of us are heading over to the Grey Owl Pub after work if you want to join us” Steve said. Chris stopped and turned back, thinking about it a few seconds before saying “Ah, OK. I might stop by. Nothing else to do tonight.” Chris finished the rest of his work that afternoon and looked up to see 5:40PM on his computer clock. He put everything away and grabbed his nearly empty backpack. He walked out the door and stopped. “Left to the bar or right to the train?” he thought. Turning left, he told himself that a pint or two couldn’t hurt. He walked into the pub and looked around for the guys from work. Steve, Danny & PJ (two more of Steve’s workers) and another guy who seemed to be close to Steve’s age were at a table in the corner. If it had been a gay bar, Chris would have assumed it was two daddies and their boys, but it wasn’t and he knew Steve was divorced with a son who was about five years younger than Chris’s 28 years. He walked up to the table to say ‘hi’ and see if anyone else needed a drink. Everyone said their “hi’s” and Steve introduced the stranger as a friend of his, Ken. PJ put his arm around Chris’ shoulder and said “I heard you had a rough week. Let me get you a beer.” “Thanks, PJ. A pint of IPA, please” Chris replied. As PJ headed to the bar, Chris felt PJ’s hand rub down his back and across his ass. He wasn’t sure if he should read anything into it or if it was an accident. PJ came back from the bar and set a pint down in front of Chris. He raised his glass and said “To Fridays” as a toast. Everyone tapped their glasses and took a sip. Chris felt PJ’s arm around his back and his hand resting on his hip. It was a little tight to fit five at the small round table, but this seemed a bit unnecessary. He looked at PJ and PJ smiled back at him. The conversation seemed to be all over the place - what everyone was doing that weekend, the baseball standings, the new blonde receptionist, etc. When there was a lull in the conversation Ken turned to Steve and said “Have you found someone to take the last spot on the trip? We only have two weeks until we leave.” “No, not yet. It’s hard to find someone that’s into that mix of activities and can get away for four days” Steve said. Everyone but Chris laughed and Chris wondered what was so funny. PJ squeezed Chris gently and said “How about you, Chris? Do you like canoeing and camping?” Steve looked at PJ with a stern look and then back at Chris, smiling before he said “Well?” “Uh… My ex only liked four and five star places so I haven’t camped in a few years. I used to kayak some in college, but that’s been over six years too. Why?” asked Chris. “We have a yearly canoe trip that some of us do. It’s a private trip and we like to keep the details secret. No one can tell anyone what happens, except each other, obviously. If we tell you a little bit, can you promise that you’ll keep it between us?” Steve asked Chris. “Yeah, sure” Chris replied, now curious as to what a bunch of straight guys camping would want to keep secret. “We drive up early in the morning and then load the canoes. It takes four days to get to the end where they pick us up and drive us back to our cars. We camp on sandbars in the river, a couple guys are in charge of food, a couple take care of stuff to drink. We all have fun, party, and… uh…" Ken said looking around to see if anyone was within earshot "and fuck" Ken said.

***This is fiction, though the circumstance is loosely based on something that happened to me a couple of years ago. Sadly, that event didn't result in my pozzing or a gangbang. I'm confident that this story is much hotter than that encounter was.*** It was a bad enough day as it was, waking up with a wicked migraine. To top it off, I could hear the noise of construction machinery being set up on the street outside the house. The noise was unbearable, and what’s worse is that my pills weren’t doing a damn thing. So I resorted to the natural approach. It always works so I don’t know why I don’t just go for that first thing. My pain eased considerably, though wasn’t completely gone, but the incessant noise outside was doing it’s best to bring it all back. I couldn’t stand it anymore and, dressed in a pair of nylon shorts and tee shirt, I stormed outside and demanded to speak to the foreman. The first guy I confronted told me he’d find him, and I went back inside to wait. After a few minutes the doorbell sounded. I don’t know what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t that. I opened the door to find a stunning hunk with just the right amount of sweat and grime on him to make me forget all about my head as the blood all rushed to my crotch. Six feet four at least, solid build, hairy arms and chest (from what I could see peeking over top of his tee shirt) and thick legs stretching his jeans in the most mouthwatering way I could ever imagine. “What’s the problem?” he asked bluntly. Even with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance he was HOT. I was almost at a loss for words at that point, using all of my brain power to keep my dick from rising to full mast in front of him like some nightmare from high school. I stammered a few seconds and cleared my throat to buy me enough time to reacquaint myself with my words. “Sorry to bug, but I’ve been battling a massive migraine all day and I was just wondering if there was any chance you guys might be cutting out early today? It’s almost gone but with that machinery just outside it really feels like it will come back,” I told him in a rush of too many words. “We just got started,” he complained. “I don’t want to make things difficult for you, it’s just-” “Please,” I begged. “I’ll do anything you want. I swear. Just for today?” I pleaded. I saw something in his eyes at that moment but couldn’t be sure what, and a slight tug at the corner of his mouth. He glanced over his shoulder back to his guys outside, considering his options I suppose, and then looked back to me. “Tell you what. I’ll take you up on that tomorrow. I’ll clear my guys out right now so you can rest up.” Fuck, could he get any sexier? I mean, beyond good looking and he had a sympathetic side, too. “Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you,” I replied, practically bouncing on my feet. “Have a good night,” he said and then disappeared back outside, closing the door behind him. Within a matter of minutes the neighbourhood was silent again. A man of his word. I was so elated by the silence and opportunity to relax that I didn’t even clue into what he’d said about taking me up on my offer ‘to do anything he wanted’ tomorrow. Sure enough, feeling much better the following morning, in the midst of all of the construction noise, the doorbell sounded. I was surprised to answer it to find the hunky foreman standing before me. “Feeling better?” he asked, to which I told him so. “Good, then let's get started,” he said, boldly walking into my house and shutting the door behind him. I was stunned at first, having no clue what was going on. “Started?” I asked him dumbly. “Yesterday you said you would do anything I wanted if we cut out early. Time to pay up,” he told me, strolling into the living room and plopping his perfect muscular ass down onto my sofa.

Day 1, Pt 4 “OK, men. Everyone knows the rules. The newbie is to be used by all of you at least once per day, after the first day. The newbie cannot refuse a request unless it is dangerous or he is otherwise busy. No one is to injure the newbie or prevent others from using the newbie. No cum is to be wasted, it must be shot inside, either orally or anally. And finally, have fun!” Ken said, the seriousness in his voice disappearing for the last sentence. They got up and headed back toward the canoes. Colin had other ideas, though. “Newbie. On your knees” Colin said. Chris looked back and realized that this was just the beginning. He pushed his shorts back off and got on all fours. A few of the other guys stopped to watch. Colin spit on Chris’ ass a couple times and then on his cock. He crouched down and forced his cock into Chris’ tight hole. Chris tried to relax, but Colin seemed to be as unskilled an ass fucker as he was a cocksucker. Finally, Colin’s cock popped inside. “More spit” Chris said and felt two more globs of spit hit his hole. Colin pulled out and shoved the spit inside, along with half of his six inch shaft. Colin sawed back and forth awkwardly and then began to pick up speed. Chris felt Colin’s hands grasp his hips and pull them back as he shoved forward. A few minutes later, Chris started to fuck himself back onto Colin’s cock. He kept waiting to hear or feel Colin getting close, but the awkward thrusting continued. After a few more minutes he gave a couple quick squeezes with his sphincter and felt Colin start to orgasm. “FUCK!” Colin screamed out as his cock started to shoot his seed into Chris’ hole. Colin pulled his cock out and pulled up his shorts. “I cum when I want to cum, newbie” Colin said. “Apparently not” Chris said as he stood up, sliding his shorts back up. He heard a few snickers from the guys that had watched him get fucked. “Hold still. I need to add my mark” Colin said, taking a sharpie out of his pocket and drawing a mark on Chris’ shoulder. Chris was surprised how being used as a bottom slut turned him on, but as his dick hardened, he felt the cage constrain it and it got painful quickly. They walked back and pushed the canoe back into the water and hopped in.

Not quite the end....

There used to be a lot of them in the neighborhood, but not anymore so I've really stopped going out. There is a bar left in the East Village in Manhattan that is still notorious for its unadulterated back room fun. Last weekend I got really horny and the BF was out somewhere I decided I wanted some dick (many dicks, really) so I went to check it out. I forgot how much I love walking into a tightly packed, dimly lit, hot room of sweaty men all there for getting off. I'm a thin guy so I tend to get shoved around in a crowd. I've learned to just go with it, like crowd surfing. I love that feeling of being pushed around and groped with no real control. It was only a few minutes before hands had ripped my pants open and my cock was getting grabbed and my ass fingered. A few minuted more until I was forced down on my knees on the filthy floor and got the first dick in my mouth. I have no idea who. I know it was a big black dick. He came pretty fast in my mouth. I love how once you're down like that, they see you're willing to suck any cock. As soon as that first guy came I realized there were four more hard ones around me. I spent about 20 minutes sucking, swallowing another load in there out of the maybe 6 or 7 guys I sucked. At that point I got up of my knees, still sucking an Asian boy's dick, but presenting my ass. I've found that in a room like that, if I pull my pants down while I bend over to suck a dick, guys will start to play with my hole pretty quickly. When they realize I'm not stopping them, they usually start to finger me more aggressively which generally turns to fucking. I love not turning around to see who it is. Guys notice that and realize in just there for dick...any dick. Sure enough it only took about 5 minutes for me to feel the first cock head against my hole. I reached back to spread my ass and he was in me fast. He started fucking hard and that got the guy in my mouth turned on enough to cum. Then the guy in my ass shot inside, giving me enough cum-lube for the next. I dunno how many cocks I sucked that night, but three more guys did fuck me. I should go there more. I was still so horny the next night that I went to one of Manhattan's last bathhouses where I also hadn't been in years, but I'll tell that one later.

Rod woke with a start. It was Wednesday morning. He didn't work Wednesdays. He worked out and went to church. Oh no, how would he handle the situation. All thru his morning routine, Rod thought of how he'd get to Jerry. His piss tasted so good. But he needed more. Rod had to have it. Jerry would give it, but how and where. Drying after the shower wasn't easy. The cage held water. He used the hair dryer. The heat felt good at first but the plastic heated up and then, oh, Rod's big dick tried to get hard. Trapped in the cage there was no way. He hoped it was dry enough not to leak. He dressed had breakfast, took mom kiss, gave her a peck, Said he see dad at church and was off for school. As soon as he was around the corner, he called Jerry saying he didn't work as it was Wednesday. He went to church. Jerry said, "Boy, rush thru your gym rountine and come straight here, no shower after gym. Come in gym clothes." Rod agreed. Rod wanted him hot and ready. Rod knew just what to do. By the time school was out, Rod knew he had to piss, but he had orders, so he suffered. It was hell going thru the gym routine with a totally full bladder, but he made it. He grabbed his street clothes folded them carefully and put them in his gymbag. On the way to Jerry's, he couldn't help it, he broke into a run. When he reached Jerry's the door was adjar. Rod let himself in, he called to Jerry. Jerry said, "Lock the door and get your clothes off right there, I'm in the bedroom. I want you bare-assed when you come in here.!" Excited, Rod stripped his wet clothes off. When he stepped into the bedroom the setup was the same. He said, "Jerry, I've go to piss and bad so bad." Jerry took him to the bathroom and stood him in the shower tole him to kneel, With Jerry's cock in his mouth the flow started, Rod swallowed and swallowed. He thought the flow would never stop. When he thought he would pass out, the piss stopped. Rod gasped for air. Jerry said, "Now, unscrew the plug and let it flow, boy. I hope it pools in the tub." Wait, Jerry plopped in the drain plug. Rod would be kneeling in his own piss. It was a new experience for the 18 year old. After a very long time, Rod's bladder was empty. Jerry put a collar on Rod, a nice metal one and locked it in place with a padlock. He used his phone to take 3 pictures, kneeling, standing, and with one leg on the tub side showing off the cage. All Jerry said was, "Bed. Assume the position." Jerry didn't have to ask twice. Rod waited as Jerry fastened the restraints. Jerry produced two small pumps, played with Rod's nipples to get them to stand covered them with the pumps and pumped them up. It was a strange feeling for Rod, but he liked it. Then Jerry produced a little brown bottle. He opened it, held it under Rod's nose one nostril at a time and told him to take four deep ones in each nostril. Rod did. Jerry removed the cockcage and Rod was disappointed. He liked it. Then Jerry produced a spray can of Lidocaine. He sprayed Rod's cock, waited and sprayed it again. He used a pin to prick the head. No response. Jerry examined the little tears around the piss slit carefully. Out came the scalpel. Rod was shocked the he wasn't afraid, not at all. Jerry cut at both the long ends of the slit. There was not blood since the blade cauterized as it cut. He worked on both ends three times. He reached in his bad and pulled out what looked like a small funnel. He inserted it to keep the slits from healing together. Now just a little tape. Jerry pulled out his phone and took 3 more pictures. Rod was smiling. Jerry looked at his boy, yes HIS BOY. Rod now belonged to him. He knew it. He said, "Rod, this is going to hurt but you will thank me later." He began squeezing Rod's balls. After 5 minutes, he pulled out a leather tawse and gave the balls 10 slaps each. He then produced some garden cord. He wrapped one ball, then the other separating them. He tied the cord off and singed the ends so the knot could not be untied. Rod didn't complain. He released all Rod's restraints. Took off the metal collar, told Rod to shower. He was to go to church like that. What Rod didn't know was the water would cause the cord to shrink as it dried. If his balls didn't hurt now, they really would be morning and Rod wouldn't get the rope off until after work. All thru church, Rod could feel the cord tighten. It wasn't unpleasant. Rod thought he liked it. By morning those balls were pulled tight in the edge of the sacks. Rod followed his usual routine being careful not to unseat the funnel. He packed his gym clothes, grabbed his books and headed downstairs. Breakfast was ready. The usual breakfast. The usual kisses and out the door for school All day long those balls rubbed against the pants. Rod knew or at least felt people could see them. That made his cock hard. He would have to go to the gym, shower, go to work, and go to Jerry's before there would be any change. Another shower would mean the rope would shrink again. Oh, well. Being with Jerry was worth the aggravation. More to cum, stay tuned. Rod is going to be taking cock again, Jerry's and others

Day 1, Pt 3 “Newbie, over here” Ken said pointing to a spot in front of him. Chris walked over to the spot and Colin was right behind him. The rest of the group circled around them, waiting for Ken to talk. “You already know that you are designated fuckee for this trip. You will service the rest of us whenever WE want. You are not allowed to fuck or masturbate. Due to some issues from last year, I made a change to make sure that there are no violations of this rule. You have Colin to thank for this. So… Drop your shorts” Ken said. Chris pushed his board shorts down and stepped out of them. Ken reached up and held Chris’ cock in his hand and then reached into the bag. He fished out a cage and held it up, checking to see if it would fit correctly. He pulled out a second, slightly larger one and muttered “that’s better.” Tossing the first one back into the bag, Ken said “Colin, on your knees. Suck this boy off and swallow his last load of the trip.” Colin turned pale as everyone stared at him. “NOW!” Ken barked. Colin sunk to his knees and tentatively put his lips around the hardening shaft. Chris laughed to himself, remembering Colin’s earlier comments in the van. It was a bad blowjob and Chris really couldn’t remember having gotten a worse one in his life. He reached down to stroke himself off and Ken barked out “NO! He needs to do this on his own, even if we are here all day and night.” Everyone seemed to grumble and started heckling Colin. After another ten minutes of Colin slobbering over his cock and not getting him to cum, Chris reached down and started to face fuck Colin. Ken didn’t seem to mind this and didn’t stop him. He heard Colin start to gag as his stiff cock punched into his throat. Another few minutes and Chris could feel the cum start to rise from his balls. Chris was torn - should he fill Colin’s mouth full of his cum or shoot it right down his throat? He decided that Colin’s poor sucking skills earned him a mouthful of jizz which he would probably hate. As soon as his cock started spurting, he held Colin’s head so that the spray was coating his mouth. Most of the guys seemed to be cheering him on, but the look in Colin’s eyes told him he would pay for this later. Once Colin had swallowed all of Chris’ seed and Chris’ cock had deflated, Ken put the cage on his cock. He had seen them in porn flicks and he actually didn’t mind having his cock locked up since he couldn't fuck anyway, as long as it came off at the end of the trip.

I go to a place not far from Alpha House for breakfast most mornings. I was there a few days ago, and the two guys that I met at the gang bang were there when I walked in. I was sort of surprised, really. I didn’t say anything to them, but couldn’t avoid looking at them. The bigger of the two got up, and came over to me, leaving his friend at one of those circular booths, where you get in one side or the other, and have to slide around to get to the back. He leaned over close to me and said, “Hey Cuntface, come on over and have breakfast with us.” I hesitated a bit, but he was speaking quietly and after all, Cuntface was the only name he ever heard for me. I nodded my head without speaking, and went with him. “Hey, look who’s here having breakfast!” He said to his buddy. He indicated that I should have a seat, and I moved into the open end of the table. He sat down beside me, leaving me to slide over toward his friend, and he slid on in and around staying very close, until I was right in between them both, with one pressing against either side of me. The waitress came over to the table, and he said, “Put our friend’s breakfast on our check.” I ordered coffee, and he told me “I’m really glad to see you. I have been wondering if I ever would get another chance to get my cock sucked that good.” I glanced up, but the waitress was far enough away that I didn’t think she heard what he said. He then reached down and took my left hand and put it on his crotch, rubbing it a bit with my hand. I felt him getting hard as he did it. “Me and Billy want to talk to you about our new place.” “You don’t live at the dorm?” I asked. He let my hand go, but I found myself holding on to his hard cock, even after he let go. He was sitting so close, and Billy was so close on the other side that I couldn’t move at all. Billy reached down with his hand and felt my crotch, and started to squeeze my cock. He was squeezing it pretty hard, which made me grunt. He let go part way, and smiled at me. “Do that again, if you want me keep it up.” He said, and then got a better grip, and squeezed even harder. It was more a moan this time, instead of a grunt, but Billy seemed to find that to be an indication that I wanted him to do it more, and evidently harder too. “Okay, if you want to play right now, why don’t we go over to our place, and you can try having breakfast there.” Bobby said. He took out some money, and left a fairly nice tip on the table. He slid into me, and pressed me even harder against Billy. “You gonna drag him out by his wee-wee, Billy?” For a second, I thought Billy was going to actually do it, as he pulled my cock, and started sliding out of the booth. He let go as the waitress arrived with a coffee pot, and I remembered to let go of Bobby’s cock as I slid out after Billy. Bobby looked up at her and said “Keep the tip. We just realized we forgot to feed our wiener hound before leaving him alone at home.” We went out to the parking lot, and Bobby asked if I wanted to drive my car to their place, or ride with them in their van. Billy said “He can start sucking me off right now if you drive, right Cuntface?” “I don’t have a car.” I said. Billy looked at me. “So?” Billy said. “Yes.” I said. “I can start now.” Bobby interrupted, and said “Billy, it’s a five minute drive. Be patient.” We arrived at their van. “I have something I need you to listen to, and I know you won’t be thinking straight with Billy’s big dick in you. So, wait for a few minutes, and see the place, and listen to my offer.” He said to me. “Billy, you sit up front, and let the cumdump sit in the back seat and listen.” As he drove, Bobby explained “We rented an apartment. Actually my folks rented it, and we get to live there. It’s a two bedroom, with a den. Big den, and we figured you could live in there as your bedroom. You get to live rent free, and we’ll fuck you in both your holes too! Not to mention, you can still go to your Fuck House a couple of times a week like you do now.” Billy turned around and looked at me. “You take my cock anytime I want, right? For as long as I want?” I nodded. Bobby went on, “You do us, and you get to do our friends too, if they come over to visit. We’ll get Jerry to help us build one of those fuck horses he told us about, and you can be ready for fucking and sucking every dick in the place. You stay buck naked, all the time. Hell, it’ll save you a lot on laundry. I like a blow job first thing in the morning, Billy will fuck your ass pretty much every day, sometimes more. All that, and it’s rent free!” I mumbled some things about not having enough money to pay movers. “Hey, no problem,” promised Bobby, “I’ll tell e’m you’ll suck or take a load up your ass from anyone who brings a piece of furniture or a few boxes from your old place, and you’ll be moved in in a couple of days. You want me to arrange that with the guys from the dorm?” “Oh. Uh, I guess so. I’m on a month to month lease, until the end of next month.” I said uncertainly. This was all happening really fast. Bobby turned into an apartment complex less than a mile from Alpha House. He parked in a numbered space, and jumped out, Billy got out, opened the back door, and watched me as I got out. Bobby went ahead and Billy pushed himself up against me from behind. “You take it up the ass for as long as I want, any time I want, every time; right?” “Yes.” I said. “You in a big hurry, Billy?” Bobby laughed. “You want to fuck his ass right here at the front door, or should we get him inside, and naked first?” We walked up the stairs to the first floor, and went into the first apartment door, which opened with a button code.

I wake up feeling the bed rustle and hear heavy breathing. I’m no longer wrapped around my boy, but hugging a pillow. It’s right in my face, blocking any view. It’s still daytime, though, and our room is well lit. I remain still as I become coherent. My dick is rock hard, as always when I wake up. I begin to make sense of what’s going on - Martin is no doubt trying to fuck my boy again. My stomach drops. Jealously starts to kick in.. thinking about Martin owning Ryan, stretching his hole to the point of no return, and filling his guts. We’re not even on prep. Ryan’s being so risky. My jealous anxious pit in my stomach makes my dick flex harder. Why the hell is it turning me on? It’s silent in the room aside from their breathing and the soft rustling of sheets. I slowly push the pillow down to get a peak. Ryan is face down with Martin laying fully on his back. Martins right arm is around Ryans neck. Martin is kissing the back of Ryans neck and ear. Ryan strains to breath and lightly moans. Martin is slowly thrusting while flexing his arm thats around Ryans neck, to hold him in place as he sinks deeper into his ass. Martin whispers into my boys ear “you want more of my cum? The entirety of my 4 day load?” Ryan whispers back “yes, I want all of it.” I can’t believe what I’m hearing. This is too much. Then Martin turns his head and looks at me right in the eyes. An evil smirk comes across his face and he thrusts more violently and deeper. Ryan moans “aahh” in mixed pain and pleasure. Ryan surely feels Martins dick deep in his stomach and his hole ripping. I behind to fist my dick and jack off. I can’t help but stroke. As Martin starts to pick up pace, he barks at me “Tom, come get a better view from behind me.” I quickly crawl off the bed and stand behind them. My gaze starts at Martins muscular furry ass cheeks flexing while he digs in, as he pulls back I see his dark pink ass hole through his thick black fur and his massive bull balls hanging below. He slows his thrusts and as he pulls back, I can see how taught Ryans hole is around his soda-can thick shaft. He continues to pull out, all the way out. Ryan exhales in relief. Ryans hole gapes and looks like it’s breathing. It’s more red than I’ve ever seen. Martins uncut meat is rock hard and is also red. It’s blood. As Martin thrusts a bit, poking his dick head around he smears Ryans ass blood around on Ryans inner thighs. “Tom, put me back in. Feel my dick fill Ryan.” I’m fisting my dick with my left hand while I guide his blood and cum-slick dick back into Ryans raw hole. I watch the foreskin slowly roll back onto the Martins shaft as his bare dick head disappears into my boys guts. I caress Martins huge balls as they tighten. Ryan cries out again “uhhh oh fuck.” I feel Ryan push his ass up to swallow more of Martins dick. I’m so close to cumming, I have to stop jerking myself and look away from the hole. My gaze wanders up Martins beefy, animalistic back. Then I notice a dark red circular tattoo hidden under his fur, sprawling across his right shoulder blade. It’s a giant biohazard sign with what depicts blood dripping from the sharp points. Does this mean Martin positive? He’s already fucked one massive load in Ryan and about to another into his raw fertile ass. Martin says to me “How’s the view? You know my dna will always be with him.” Is this poz talk? Ryan has no idea. It’s already too late, I can’t stop them. Martin growls right into Ryans ear “You want my seed?” Ryan quietly responds “Yes, always.” Martin picks up his pace thrusting and moans “Ahhhh” I watch Martins asshole and balls flex and pump as they unload the venom. He whispers into his ear “Take it. It’s yours. Carry my dna.” Ryan pushes his ass hole back onto Martins dick, to squeeze ever drop out. Ryan cries out “ah fuck, ahh” and he cums without touching his own dick. I didn’t even realize that I was stroking this whole time, and am also set over the edge. My dick explodes harder than it ever has, jetting onto Martins ass cheek and then onto the floor. I feel my abs flexing to fully empty my balls. I can’t believe how turned on I am. I start to realized what just transpired and stand there in shock. I stare at martins massive death stick slowly exit my boys hole. Ryans hole is destroyed and gaping. A stream of white cum and blood start to pour out of his wide-open hole. I can see directly inside him, and the massive pool of cum. Martin rolls off Ryan onto his back. Ryan reaches back to feel his broken hole. He fingers himself, first with one finger, then three fingers. Is he massaging the cum into his walls? Then he brings his finger up to his mouth and tastes it. My mouth hangs open, in awe. I look over at Martin. Martin gives me the same evil smirk and raises his finger to his mouth making the “shh” sign. Martin breaks the silence “I like Ryan being filled with me.” I lay down on the bed in between them. My dick seems to still be hard. Ryan scoots his ass into my crotch and my dick starts to enter him. Ryan doesn’t even flinch, it’s like he barely notices or feels it. Ryan says to me “Let’s sleep like this. Keep it in there.” He pushed back on my dick harder. I can tell hes trying to flex his hole, but nothing is hardly happening. Is Ryan using my dick as a plug? Martin scoots up behind me, to be the big spoon, and wraps his arms all the way around both Ryan and me. Ryan lets go of my hand and holds hands with Martin. My stomach drops in jealousy of them holding hands, but my dick remains rock hard.

Hi I know this isn’t that big for others but I wanted to share this. Today I chucked out the last few condoms I had. I’m no longer going to buy any.

I was on BBRT and had been watching his profile off and on for the last hour. "Daddy seeks boy to use and share." Seemed like a no-brainer to this horny pup so I messaged him and unlocked my pics. He responded a few minutes later with a simple sentence "I wanna own you." We quickly exchanged messages and he agreed to meet me at Steamworks. He asked if I partied, to which I replied I was just a pot head. He replied simply "Cool" and suggested I bring a joint or two, to which I agreed. An hour later I was buying a fresh bottle of poppers when my cell went off. It was a room number in the baths which I recognized as one of the sling rooms. I quickly ran across the street after leaving the store and headed into Steamy's. It was an easy in. I got a basic room to store my stuff, showered and put on my maple leaf jock, and headed to the designated room and knocked on the door. The guy who opened the door looked nothing like the sexy Daddy with whom I had chatted online. Instead of a 6'2, 260 pound grey bearded stocky Daddy with a seven inch club for a cock, there was a cub. A very sexy 6'4 stocky cub in a leather harness with the widest cock I had ever seen. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock as it was obscenely large. "Hi boy, your Dad's in here." Sure enough the Daddy Bear for whom I was looking to play was on the bed wearing a identical leather harness to that worn by the stocky cub, except that the Daddy Bear was also wearing a master's cap and boots. I entered the room and the cub said his name was Locke, and that he was Sir Ian's buddy. Sir Ian got off the bed and walked over to us and we all started talking for a minute. As I offered to fire up one of the joints I bought. We exchanged the basics as I checked out how he set up the room. There was lube and a few bottles of water and these two furry guys. I was getting buzzed and it showed. Sir Ian started kissing me and forcing air down my throat. As he did this Locke got behind me and was fingering spit soaked finger into my hole. I was in paradise. Then I heard one of those torch lighters behind me and then Locke turned me around and blew a lung full of smoke into me as he kissed me. It tasted really strange but I went with it. We blew the smoke back and forth between us for about 45 seconds. Ian apparently re-lit the pipe because I heard the torch and soon he spun me around and he also swapped smoke with me. After that something hit me, because I was soaring and hot. Ian laid me in the sling as I saw that the pipe they were smoking from wasn’t a pot pipe but a glass pipe filled with white smoke. I asked what it was and Ian said it was Tina. I smiled and said I had never done it. He said I was in for a treat because Locke was had access to an excellent supplier, and as long as I wanted to be in the sling I could have all I wanted. He continued saying that Locke wanted to fuck me first and as often as he liked, that Locke enjoyed breaking in guys' asses. As we did this exchange Locke’s cock started getting hard. It was really the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was now rock hard and looked like a mushroomed capped can of hair spray. It was ten inches long and as wide around as coke can. They both smiled as I stared in disbelief, and said I doubted I could accommodate his cock. But I reached into my jock, grabbed my poppers and said "I wanted to try, Sir," promising to be a good pup and make both of them happy. Those were my last words before the big cub kneeled between my legs and started eating my ass like he was a starved man. Sir Ian came up to my head and started working my nipples while telling me what a great slut I was gonna be and how tonight he was my daddy and I was going to be the best pig in tubs. He lit the pipe again and this time he held it for me to use. I took a deep hit and began kissing Sir, all the while swapping the smoke. About then I felt air on my ass, followed by cool lube being rubbed over my twitching wet hole. I heard Locke say "Poppers" and my new daddy grabbed my bottle and held them under my nose as Locke lined up his raw cock to my hungry hole. I took a big hit of the poppers even though the T and breath control was already starting to launch me higher. Sir and Locke exchanged a smile as Locke pushed into my hole.

Here I am in the middle of pledging into a fraternity wondering why I let it get this far in the first place.... One month ago I was just a freshman moving into the dorms; when I finished unpacking and said goodbye to my parents, it set in that I was on my own for the first time ever. I was always what the jerks in high school referred to as a "nerd." I always kept my grades up and was somewhat of a loner. When it came time to pick colleges, I was the only one of my few friends to choose an out of state school. For the first couple of weeks, I just attended my classes and then went back to the dorm to study and sleep; then one day I saw a flyer for a fraternity. It said that they were accepting new members and freshman are welcome to apply. I decided that I was tired of being on my own, and maybe joining a frat would help me find a group of guys to hang out with. The application included a letter about why we wanted to join the fraternity and then a "pledge weekend" where we lived in the frat house for the weekend and the older brothers would decide if we would be allowed to join. That brings to me where I am now - in the frat house with one of the older members, Rick. When we arrived for the weekend, each of us was assigned a brother who we were told to listen to for the weekend, and ultimately, they would decide whether or not we could get in. The first thing Rick did was take me into a bedroom and close the door. "Alright pledge, strip," he said in a commanding voice. I just stared at him; I knew that sometimes fraternities would make pledges embarrass themselves to get in, so I decided that it was normal. I took off my clothes, except my underwear and set them against the wall to my right. I stood there uncomfortably while Rick looked me up and down. I'm a skinny guy with almost no muscle, and I was extremely intimidated by Rick, who had clearly spent time in the weight room. "I said strip; that means all the way pledge," said Rick. I took off my underwear, revealing my soft dick. At this point I was starting to panic, but I really wanted to get into the fraternity. Rick took a step toward me. "Ok pledge. Your first task is to show how well you are willing to take care of the brothers in this fraternity. You are going to get down on your knees and take care of my cock." My mind was racing... Does he really want me to touch, or even worse, suck his cock? I tried to argue saying, "I can't do that... I'm not gay!" Rick told me that the only way I would be allowed in the frat was if I sucked his dick, otherwise I could leave right now. While I was considering my options, he added that nobody else would know; I could just do it once, and then he would be sure to let me in the fraternity. Reluctantly I agreed and kneeled on the floor in front of Rick while he pulled his cock out of his sweat pants. I tried to keep myself from gagging as I slowly moved my face toward the tip. I stuck out my tongue and licked the head; it was salty, but not completely unpleasant. I decided to do what I can to get this over as fast as possible. I wrapped my lips around Rick's cock and started moving my head up and down the shaft. After a while, Rick starting thrusting his hips in time with my head. He grabbed my head and sped up until he came in my mouth. The cum was thick, like mucus, but it didn't have that strong of a flavor. I pulled off of his cock and spit the cum out onto the floor. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" said Rick with a grin. All I could think about was at least that was all I had to do to get into the fraternity. I made it, and now the rest of the weekend should be pretty easy...

I was lying in bed one evening reading stories on Breeding Zone. The poz stories always got my cock rock hard. I would usually jerk off reading them and go to sleep after eating my cum. But for some reason this night was different. It was raining which seemed to be the norm here lately. So instead of just jerking off and going to sleep I decided to check out BBRT to see if anyone was on this night. First a little bit about myself. I’m 21 but look younger. I’m 5 foot 5 and weigh around 130 pounds. I’m very small for a guy. My penis is barely 3 inches when fully erect and very thin. One year for Halloween I dressed up like a girl and actually fooled everyone. I’m no virgin by any means. I get men but they usually play safe. I have yet to be bred. This night a few guys were on. Mostly bottoms which is normal. But one ad caught my eye. The guy was 61 but HIV POSITIVE. He was looking for 18-21 year olds who knew what they wanted. I read his profile a couple of times and despite his age my penis was leaking precum like crazy. So letting my head do the talking I messaged the guy my pics and stats. Within 5 minutes he messaged me back with his address and told me to be there ASAP. My heart was going 90 to nothing. He only lived one street over. I hit Yes Sir. On My Way. I threw on a robe. Put on my flip flops and out the door I went. As I pulled up my heart was still racing but my penis was hard as ever. I walked up his driveway to his door and rang the doorbell. I let my robe fall open so he could see that I really wanted his cock and load. As the door opened I was met by a handsome naked Daddy. He gave me a big smile and told me to drop to my knees in his doorway and give him a blowjob. I knew this was a test to see if I truly wanted his load. Without hesitation I dropped to my knees and started giving him the best blowjob I knew how. I made love to his cock. I worshipped his cock. His cock was perfect to me. About 7.5 inches and medium thickness. I had no trouble deep throating him. After several minutes of giving him a blowjob he had me remove my robe at the door and crawl inside his home. Once inside he shut the door and got down on his knees and slid his cock up my ass only using my saliva as lube. It hurt a little at first but soon that faded and I was begging him to fuck me harder. He didn’t last long and before he exploded he made me beg for his poz load. So I pleaded desperately for Daddy to poz me. Impregnate me. Breed me properly. And with that he shot several huge loads up my ass. We both collapsed onto the floor with his cock still in me. He asked me to stay the weekend with him to make sure his seed took. I said I could. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door and in walked two more Daddies with smiles on their faces. Oh what a weekend this is going to be. And to think I haven’t cum yet.

Day 1, Pt 1 The alarm went off at 2am and Chris crawled out of bed. He showered, brushed his teeth and looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn’t shaved since Friday and he liked the scruffy look. His ex had tried to keep him looking as twink-like as possible and now he was done making sure he looked like someone else wanted him to. His chest was itching a bit since he had stopped shaving it too, the day he told his ex Tim to “fuck off and get out.” His five foot nine body was filling out a little and while not muscled, he was toned from his erratic gym visits. His brown hair was cut like he wanted it, the only thing he insisted on doing his way instead of his ex’s desires. His legs were covered in a light coating of hair but his ass was mostly smooth. There was some hair inside his crack which his ex always wanted shaved, but finally gave up asking after two years. Chris noticed his cock was still partially stiff. He didn’t know if it was the excitement of the trip or whether he was just horny. “Probably both. Too bad I’ll be bottoming the next few days. I could really use a hot ass to fuck” he thought. He walked back to the bedroom and pulled on a pair of board shorts and then some baggy cargo pants over them. He pulled on a t-shirt and slid into a pair of old tennis shoes. “I can put the sport sandals or water shoes on when we get to the river” he said to himself. He put a few things in an old backpack that he could leave in the van while they were canoeing. Right at 3am, the van pulled up in front of his apartment building and Chris tossed his stuff in the back. He hopped in, finding that they left the last row of seats for him. “Perfect, I can sleep on the drive up” Chris thought. They bounced through the city streets and finally got on the highway. The music was blaring and everyone seemed to be talking as Chris realized his hopes of sleeping were gone. He looked Colin over and wasn’t sure what to make of him. Was he gay? bi? experimenting? Colin was a few years younger than Chris and about his same height but with 20 more pounds. His dark brown hair hung down over his eyes and ears, his face was plain and he looked like he was stoned. Colin turned back to Chris and said “It’ll be good not being the newbie this year. I’m sure you’ll have fun but I like to fuck too much.”

Hmmm...I guess that would all depend on whether I knew beforehand if that load was HIV+ or not. If it was 'clean', I'd swallow it all in a heartbeat, if it was 'dirty' and HIV+, I'd want it deep in my ass. I always suck cocks though. Sometimes just for the cum, but other times just to make them hard so they can fuck me raw and cum deep in my ass. Ideally though, there'd be more than just one guy so I could take multiple loads in both my ass and my mouth.

yes. I let my sister's ex-father in law fuck me; it was a bit weird at family get togethers after than

I needed to nut but wasn't interested in the online chase so I went to a dirty bookstore in Manchester where there's glory holes. First person sucked ok but started jerking me instead of continuing sucking. What's the point? I went to a different booth. Guy started sucking me then spun around and backed his ass up to the glory. I'm usually not one for fucking anonymously. Married men are more my thing. But that ass felt good so I start fucking away. I wasn't long in his ass before he got loaded up. I zipped up and went on my merry way.

The honest answer is that they’re indivisible. Part of the reason a bare cock feels better is because, psychologically, you’re aware of the greater intimacy, the naturalness, the sharing of bodies and bodily fluids. I was a “straight guy who likes to have sex with other men” for years. As much as I enjoyed sex with women, there was a greater degree of intimacy with men. I worked out very quickly that I was more passionate and affectionate with men, before, during and especially after sex. Whereas I didn’t like post-coital kissing and holding all that much with women, I adored it with guys, even guys that were just pumping and going. I put it down to my role as a bottom; the notion of having a cock inside me was just so...sharing and so intimate. My first time was bare. Almost all of the fucks of the first few years of my gay sex life were bare (despite it being in the early 90s). In truth, had I started out “safe”, that sense of intimacy might not be tied to the non-interruption of a condom. Physically, I agree that it’s often difficult to tell the difference in many fucks. There are some fucks where I’m adamant that bare was significantly more sensitive. There have been many occasions when I’ve felt that build up of tension in the head of a man’s cock, the swelling and then the pulsation and explosion against the walls of my hole. And I always can feel the warm flow of cum inside, followed by the soothing effects of that warmth. The other obvious point where there’s a physical difference in sensation is easily proven: as you rub an erect cock around the hole, the feel of skin v that of latex is very noticeable. Try it sometime with both without looking and I suspect 90% of bottoms will be able to identify which is which with unerring accuracy. That first act of immediate penetration is crucial in the experience. Beyond that, it’s psychological. One of the most important and obvious aspects of the benefits of barebacking is ‘flow’ (not THAT flow 😛). I know that I’ve become more versatile over the years as I’ve just learned to ‘lose myself’ in lovemaking. These days, it’s absolutely standard for me, having been fucked, to simply roll over and rub my cock against the guy’s hole as a precursor to penetrating him. It just flows. There’s no pause; no delay to grab a condom wrapper, let alone unwrap the bloody thing and put it on. You’re in the moment, so to speak. Following your desires. It’s obvious but it bears re-stating: you feel, you desire, you act. That is psychological but when your desires are the entirety of the word in that moment, you’re attuned to feel everything within your combined bodies. While much of the time, it’s your mind telling you that, the occasions when you CAN feel that skin pressing on that precise spot or that flow of cum against your insides is mind-blowing.

All good advice. Start small to medium and work your way up. The bonus? You'll end up with a bit of a toy collection (which is good!!). If it's just hole stretching, you can buy toys that are tapered - smaller at head and widen. It will help stretch. If you get one with a suction cup on the end, you can 'anchor' it and that way sit down on it or in the shower (or any other surface that will hold your toy). That way, you are in control of the speed. Great way to start. Vibrators are great, in that, they come in all sizes and shapes as well. They can be a 'fixed' buzz or more useful are the 'variable' ones that buzz at different rates or pulses even!! Last point is - make sure you use the right lube for the right toy. As pointed out by others - some lubes will damage some types of toys. Try to avoid PVC toys containing phthalates.. they often cause rashes etc and can be bad for you in general. I like the Google "How To Buy A Dildo" suggestion from @funpozbottom. You will find sites with visuals, descriptions of sizes and descriptions of functions. There are some great sites out there... use a reputable one to ensure you don't end up frustrated with junk!! Some of these toys can be expensive - but well worth it. Start small!!!

The first step is to decide what job you want it to perform. For example, if you haven't been fucked a lot or are tight and want to relax and open your hole, you might want to start with an anal training set that gives you a range of sizes to practice with. If you want something that gives you continual low level stimulation, you might like a vibrating butt plug that you could walk around with. For other types of self-pleasure, just follow your interests, but for a first, you might try a dildo with a size close to your own cock. (Then when someone tells you to go fuck yourself you can just smirk and say: "I already have.") Once you decide what you want it to do, and have an idea of the type of toy you're looking for, look at the material it is made from. The material will determine its feel, weight, flexibility, durability, ease of cleaning, and type of lube that can be used with it. (Some materials will degrade or melt if there is long term contact with an incompatible lube or touching other toys.) If you want information on the differences, just Google "how to buy a dildo" -- some online stores have blogs that explain differences in a "buyer's Guide". Just keep in mind that if you go to a sex shop to check them out the selection in person, they won't let you try them on in the store.

first black cock experience in a video booth.Used to hang sat nites at a fav place wearing a tee shirt and cuttoff jeans,blonde blue eyed skinny twink I was at 19.....sigh....The door slid open and he just walked in slid it closed behind him.Pushed his gymshorts down expsing a half hard black penis that absolutly mesmerized me....His hand on my shoulder pushed me on my knees so his cock was at my lips,and I took it with a hunger that surprised me.Felt that meat harden between my lips,he pulled my shirt off and tossed it on the floor,pulling me up by my hair.Kissed and chewed my nipples,pushing my shorts down as he did so,Turned me around held poppers under my nose as his cockhead bumbed against my tight hole,then into me.A hard rapefuck,then his cum erupting in me as a groan escaped him.Left me totally naked in a videobooth with his semen running out of me dripping off my balls.Truly one of my most memorable fucks.:)

It's sorta too early to say what will happen. While other corona viruses do well in cold, dry environments (and hence do well in winter), we don't really know how much spring will reduce the spread of the virus because not enough is known about this strain. What does make sense is to prepare for it. I live in NYC. It will absolutely come here at some point. Avoiding big crowds is important – so no busy bars, ride a bike not the subway, do 1-on-1 hookups rather then a sex party, and so on. Also, learn to wash your hands frequently after being in public. Start being aware of when your hands touch your mouth/nose/eyes (it happens more than you think). And start stocking up on things that have a long shelf life that you'd use anyway – canned goods, pasta, frozen fish, etc. If panic hits those things will get much more expensive, so buying now is prudent. Face masks apparently only really help in that they reduce the number of times you touch your face. They also help if your sick so when you cough it doesn't spread as far. But with a 2% fatality rate and uncertainty about how to treat it, yes, you should start thinking and planning about corona virus – especially if you live in an urban area.

LOL, I agree with you. Kissing is intimate, at least for me, and a GH sure doesn't conjure up an intimate atmosphere. But give me a cock, ass or what ever and my mouth is all over it.

I was going to say, “No, why would you if you’re a bottom cum whore?” but reading curiouspuppy’s reply reminded that I have, in fact, done that. Twice. Never because of their looks or kinks or whatever; as others have said, I think that (a) makes me feel more ‘adventurous’ towards them in the sense that it’s their skill in fucking that counts; and (b) I do adhere to the policy of ‘how would that make me feel if that was done to me?” But because they were rude and obnoxious without cause: one bloke invited me to his apartment building (which was at least a 40 minute drive away from my home) late one Friday or Saturday night. When I followed his instructions on the security system to the letter, there was no answer. Nor was he answering his phone or responding on BBRT. I waited and kept trying for well over an hour (can’t remember now how long I stayed there in a relatively dangerous part of town but it was a very long time). My messages were entirely of the “has something happened? Hope you’re all right” type; nothing remotely accusatory...until, having messaged that I’d return home before I left, I got home and waited several hours before sending a message along the lines of “I’d appreciate a reassurance that you’re all right and an explanation. If you’ve simply received a better offer, that’s fine. It would just have been nice if you’d let me know.” I know I mentioned that I had, stupidly, put my licence at risk by driving under the influence. I immediately received a response accusing me of lying about having been to his apartment; that he’d been home the entire time and the security system hadn’t alerted him. His response ranted on; it was remarkably abusive given I’d been quite civil about it. It took me to describe the view from the entrance of his apartment block and to describe its layout (location of the car park, coffee shop, etc); it was an oddly designed building and it overlooked a waste dump). His response? No apology, no explicit acknowledgement that he’d wrongly accused me of lying. Just that he’d been vomiting over the toilet bowl. He invited me back, believe it or not, a couple of weeks later. Suffice to say, I politely declined. The other was an older guy, a bit of a drama queen tbh, with whom I’d previously got on quite well with. I hosted he and another older bloke at my place, shouted them gear, etc. And, yes, he was a capable top. During the evening, he got so wired that he was hallucinating. He climbed on my TV unit trying to rescue a cat stuck on the ceiling that wasn’t there.. Fortunately I walked in the room and stabilised the unit, very calmly persuading him down. A very expensive TV was about to be destroyed had I not walked in and handled the situation so effectively. Even his mate remarked at how well I’d handled it. I literally didn’t even mention it until a few weeks later; I’d gone out of my way to give him a lift somewhere (he neither drives, nor has much money) and, for some reason, he was warning me about my temperament when I’m wired. I remarked that I have never suffered from the outbursts of anger that many do and mentioned the TV incident as an example of how I seem not to be affected in that way. He literally started screaming at me, saying “how dare you raise that” accusing me of trying to embarrass him. He didn’t stop until I dropped him off. After trying initially to point out that I was referring to how gear doesn’t seem to cause me anger issues, not anything he’d done and then asking him to stop screaming. Next thing I know, I’m getting messages from BBRT members saying that he’s been telling anyone who’ll listen what an arsehole I am. I was not able to accept an invitation to a private party listed on BBRT because “one attendee has you blocked”. He set up at least two fake profiles and sent me friend requests solely so he could abuse me. And then a few months later, he unblocks me to ask if I wanted to shout him gear. He’d think about fucking me if I did (he actually phrased it as if he was doing me a favour). I can’t remember if I replied or not now. If I did, it would’ve been appropriately terse.

Part-3 The door opened and closed. The big cub left me alone with Sir Ian. Here I was, higher than I had ever been, more open than I had ever been. And here I was in a sling with my hole partially gaping open while an all-but complete stranger smiled at me like a Great White Shark eyeing a lone seal pup. My God that’s exactly what I was: food for his libido. I was his pup, his meal. His totally-fucked up, fucked-out play thing, a role with which I was happy and content. And this was only the start. “How you doing pup? Are you in there?” His voice brought me back from turning inwards his fingers in my hole had my full attention. “I know the T is new to you. How are you pup? I need you to talk, and more than that I need you to hydrate, so stay there and open your mouth.” I did as told as he climbed-up on the bed, positioned himself over my head, and knelt down, lowering his cock into my mouth. The sensation of his cock sliding across the roof of my mouth and into the entrance of my throat was heavenly: I felt very, very used. Now, I’m not big on swallowing piss but I was high and I really wanted to please this man, so when he grabbed my arms and said “Work my tits. I’ll piss and you drink as much as you can. If you drink it all you’ll be good for a while. If you can’t that’s fine. It's your first time with me. Also, if the flow is too much, ease off my tits. If you need me to stop, then let go of my tits. OK?” I nodded my head which made his heavy nut sack roll against my forehead. Man this was hot and so was his piss. It went straight down into my throat along with the head of his cock. He was getting hard as he pissed. From this angle I saw his shaft, his salt and pepper pubes and then up his chest and straight across his chest which I was working steadily and into those Eyes again. Why did he keep watching me so close? The more I looked into his eyes the smaller I felt and the more I wanted him to take control of me. If he didn’t stop making eye contact with me I was gonna lose myself. Is this how pimps turn their hoes out, am I that weak? Do I need this instead of wanting it? My mind was working overtime again and my body was totally relaxed . So relaxed I didn’t realized he had stop pissing down my throat until his balls where smacking into my eye brows. He was throat fucking me in the sling and smiling as I moaned around his cock and worked his nipples even harder. I was a pup on a mission, I needed his seed, I needed this man’s DNA in me. This man was the alpha dog I was meant for. It was the drugs and it was him. He had taken me down a path I didn’t know existed and I was following him like a faithful puppy, trusting and happy. He leaned over gagging me with his cock and placing some fingers in my hole. I didn’t know how much of his hand was in me but it felt like a lot. He had complete control of both my holes and the lack of oxygen was beginning to become noticeable and then it hit. Another rush of warmth spreading from my stomach out to my ass and head. My toes curled my ears rang my legs bucked in the sling as he layed his weight on me burying his cock in me as he sensed my surrender to the chem Piss and began applying pressure to my already stuffed ass. I knew this feeling, like I was gonna piss. Like my ass was gonna rip apart, like Locke’s monster cock but instead it was Sir Ian’s fist that was fucking my pup hole. I couldn’t move. We just Swung ad hung there both of us in the sling. I gasped for air around his cock, and his hand twisted into my hole and my cock became rock hard. My bucking had us swinging slowly I was afraid our weight would break the sling but it didn’t, we just lazily swung back and forth. IT was amazing it was incredible we just swung as he fisted me for what seemed like forever. The rhythm of the sling matched the bass of the music in the background. His hand rubbed against my prostate every few seconds and his cock leaked a steady stream of precum which I sucked and savored. I lost all track of time and simply focused on his cock and his breathing how our breaths mirrored each other. “That’s a good pup. You’re one of the best” I told you, you would get a reward if you drank it all and here it is pup look in the mirror to your left.” He started to lift his chest off me and I caught his eyes in the mirror to the side of us and looked down his arm and noticed it ended at the elbow. Where was the rest of his arm? Where was my surprise? Where was HOLY FUCKING DADDY!!!!! I lost it he had his entire forearm up the elbow in my hungry hole and I hadn’t noticed. He was deeper in me than anyone ever had been and hopefully would be again, this man was MY GOD and that’s the only thing I could think as he smiled and began to pull out. I watched it all. He took his time and kept watching me as I watched him easing his entire arm out of my ass. He got all the way to the edge of his wrist and felt his hand still balled into a fist just inside my hole. I wa embarrassed and ashamed I hadn’t cleaned that far and had no idea how to. It broke me totally and I started to cry, tears came down my face and he spoke softly as he sensed my mood change. “Don’t worry pup we can take a break and we will but first I need my knot back.” His knot? “You’re an amazing pup and my fist in your ass is like a real stud dog knotted to his bitch. I’m not gonna unball my fist you’re gonna open and push it out, like a good bitch pup. I know you can I know your ass now. Every curve every angle and its mine, you’re mine. Now be a good pup and let me drag my knot out of your hungry cunt” I pushed and pushed and there it was his hand was easing out my ass and just as it came out, before I could breathe a sigh of relief he pushed it back in making me buck and the sling sway a bit more. He smiled as a mix of cum and piss oozed out my ass and all i could see and focus on was his eyes as i began to pass out.

Hey guys. I've spent quite some time here enjoying the stories and decided to add one of my own. It's based on my experiences and hope you like it. I walked up to the door knowing what I was in store for. I had been messaging him for a few weeks now and telling him my darkest desires. Over that time, I told him about how I wanted to give myself over. How I needed it. I wanted to be controlled…become a cuntboy. Yeah that’s right…a cuntboy. I remember the first time I heard someone call himself a pussyboy. It stuck with me; but yet, it wasn’t what I felt until I heard someone refer to their hole as a cunt. Yeah, a cunt…that was what it was. I wanted to be a cuntboy. I have to admit, there have been quite a few guys that were turned off once I mentioned it. I would bring it while messaging with Daddies who were interested in getting together as a sort of litmus test and most of the time that ended it. But this Daddy didn’t blink, so to speak, when I mentioned it during the first round of messages. In fact, he seemed more interested in meeting me after that. I told him what I was into…verbal, piss, tit torture, flogging, roleplay, spit, leather, rubber and control among others. He asked me if I had experienced Tina. I had quite a few times. It allowed me to give over to the pig in me. We continued messaging, including pics, for a week or so. Then came the day that he asked me if I was ready to meet. I didn’t hesitate. I immediately replied with a “Yes! When?” The next thing he did was send me his phone number. I grabbed my phone. I heard his deep voice. “Hello.” I hesitated then drew a breath. “Hello Daddy. It’s me, cuntboy.” He chuckled and I heard him smile. “Hi cuntboy. How are you? Can you be at my place in three hours? I just sent you the address. But first, you need to shave yourself down. I want your body smooth from the neck down. After that clean yourself out a couple of times and lube your cunt. I want you jock-strapped and ready to service me.” “Yes, Daddy.” I answered. I had always kept myself trimmed so it wouldn’t be too much to completely shave myself down. “Good boy,” I’ll see you then. I was hesitant as I walked up to the door three hours later and knocked. I had prepared just as he ordered. I had shaved my cunt smooth and had cleaned myself out several times in preparation for his cum. As he opened the door, I saw him...my Daddy. As he stepped back, he stood with his legs spread apart and arms crossed. He was in his 40’s, 6’1”, 210 lbs. with black hair, piercing blue eyes and a dark scruff on his face. I took in the sight of my Daddy...booted, wearing a leather harness and jockstrap. The four straps of his harness, two over his shoulders and two around his ribs were tightly wrapped around his muscular chest joined with a shiny metal ring in between his pecs. I noticed the straps around his ribs seem to push up his chest a bit showing off his pierced tits. His leather jockstrap was bursting at the seams from his cock and balls. His polished boots gleamed as the hallway light fell on them. The first words out of his mouth were, “Strip cuntboy. From now on, you’ll be ready for my cock at all times. Fold those clothes and put them next to the door on top of your shoes.” I kicked off my shoes and shivered as I pulled my t-shirt off. I didn’t know why; but I was nervous. As I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down, he came up to me and held me tight. “It’s ok cuntboy, Daddy’s here. Now put those away. You won’t be needing them anytime soon.” I neatly folded my jeans and t-shirt, grabbed my sneakers and placed them in the corner of the entryway. As I turned around, I saw Daddy smile. A black leather collar was in his right hand. “Remember what you told me cuntboy?” “Yes, Daddy. I told you I loved the feeling of a tight collar around my neck.” As he walked toward me, I fell to my knees ready to accept what that collar meant. “You will be collared and jock-strapped while you are here. Understand boy? Every time you enter this house, you will strip down the minute you enter. I want your cunt ready to take my cock at all times. You will then kneel and wait for me to place this collar around your neck.” As he neared me, I saw a shiny metal tag on the collar. Daddy noticed my look. “That’s for you cuntboy. A tag so everyone will know what you are.” He held the tag in his left hand to show me. “It says cuntboy. I had it made after the first chat we had.” Then I felt it. The leather collar going against my neck, tightened and locked. “Daddy…I’m your fucking cuntboy,” I moaned. Daddy chuckled, “Now let me see my cuntboy. Stand up.” There I stood…legs apart, hands behind my back and my eyes down…32 years old, standing at 5’11”, 165 lbs. with short brown hair and green eyes awaiting his approval. My tits were pierced with silver rings that shone against my pecs. I wanted this so much but my cock stayed limp in my yellow SafeTGard jockstrap due to my nervousness. “Yellow huh? Good boy. Turn around and show me your cunt. Are you smooth?” I turned, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. I heard him approach. Suddenly, I felt his hands begin to inspect my cunt. His fingers neared my cunt lips as I began to get hard. I could feel my cock come alive as my cunt lips became sensitized to my Daddy’s touch. His fingers went lower and I felt him grab the two guiche rings and pull on them. I moaned again. Then he let go. “Good boy, you did a good job. And I see you’re getting relaxed. Your cock is growing. Very nice. But you know that you are to concentrate on my cock, right cuntboy? Your cock doesn’t matter.” “Yes, Daddy.” I responded as he smacked my ass cheeks and told me to stand straight. Daddy then attached a leash to my collar and pulled. “Come on boy. It’s time you service your Daddy.” There I was...a cuntboy collard and jock-strapped being led into the house by a leash. We walked through the house passing the living room and down the hall. As we walked, down the hallway, I shivered again for some unknown reason. “It’s ok cuntboy. Breathe deep. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” Daddy reassured me. I felt my leash tighten as pulled me to him. Again, I felt his strong arms around me as his hands moved down to my cunt. As his fingers moved to my cunt lips and gently massaged them, I relaxed. “You’re doing fine boy. We’re almost there.” As we reached the door, Daddy stopped and looked at me. “Cuntboy, in this room you will always be safe. I will push your limits and there will be things that you may never have thought you’d do. In time, you will discover parts of yourself that you haven’t imagined.” Daddy opened the door and led me in. A red tinged light shown throughout a room painted a matte black on the walls and ceiling. The black vinyl flooring completed the color scheme of the room. The scent of leather, piss and cum from previous encounters filled the air as I took in the sights. Off to one corner I could see a black tile open shower unit with two shower heads. The glistening metal of the attached shower shots sparkled as they contrasted against the black tiles. Opposite that, lengths of chain shone from a leather sling hanging from the ceiling beams. Mirrors were placed on the walls and ceiling forming the sling’s corner of the to ensure both participants would see each other’s view as they fucked. Off to the side, play toys were lined up on shelves…whips, plugs, floggers, tit clamps, masks and such. Then there was the bed. A large black metal four poster bed covered in black rubber sheets. From the frame and posts hung chains and cuffs ready to restrain at Daddy’s desire. A large flat-screen tv was mounted on the wall visible from every angle of the dungeon. Scenes of leather clad men fucking, sucking, pissing and fisting were playing…all reflecting what had gone on in this room. My cock had never been as hard as it rose above my jockstrap’s waistband and began to leak. I was in heaven. Daddy laughed as he noticed my pre-cum leaking and soaking my jock. He wiped his finger against my cockhead and brought it to his lips as he looked me in the eyes. I watched him wipe it on his lips as he said, “Go ahead cuntboy, taste yourself.” He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt his harness against my chest as our tit rings hit. My tongue went wild…licking and consuming the pre-cum mixed with my Daddy’s spit until it was gone. “OK boy. Let’s get started.” he laughed. Daddy led me by my leash over to the table next to the bed. On the table I could see a cut straw and some six white lines lined up. “I like it old school to begin,” he chuckled. “You first, cuntboy. I want you flying. I want your cunt to take over. We’ll have those to start with.” “Yes, Daddy,” I responded. I bent down, grabbed the straw, and snorted a line. As I straightened up, I felt the initial sting of the crystals hit my nasal membrane. “Another cuntboy,” Daddy ordered, “Now.” The second was a snap. I could feel my skin begin to tingle. All these feeling came rushing in. Suddenly, I could feel the warm hunger begin deep inside me as I watched my Daddy do a couple of lines. “How you feeling cuntboy?” he asked. The ache took over. “Fucking hot Daddy. I need cock!” I begged as my cunt began to ache. Daddy pulled down on my leash and forced me to my knees. “Ok, cuntboy. Enough for now. The night is young. Down on your knees. It’s time to service Daddy.” He pushed my face to his engorged jockstrap as I dropped to my knees. “Lick it cuntboy. Show me how much you need my cock.” I began licking the leather, feeling his cock pulse within the enclosed pouch as I took in the scent of piss and cum soaked leather. I moaned as the craving intensified in my cunt. I wanted to feel his cock inside me stretching out my cunt lips as he fucked me. I needed it…more than anything at the moment. I needed to feel his cum feeding my cunt. “That’s it cuntboy. Show me how much you want this. A cuntboy belongs between a man’s legs.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy! I’m your fucking cuntboy. Fucking cum hungry cuntboy.” I moaned as I continued worshipping his leather clad cock as the Tina took over my body. “You ready for my cock, cuntboy?” he laughed. “Tell me. You want my cock?” “Yes, Daddy. Please!” I moaned as I continued feeling the outline of his cock through the leather with my tongue. Suddenly, I felt Daddy’s hand on my shoulders and he pushed me back until my leash pulled tightly on my collar. I began to panic. I needed him. I needed his cock. Daddy saw the look in my eyes. “Don’t worry cuntboy.” He smiled as he pulled me up by my leash and led me back to the table, “You’’ll be servicing my cock but first let’s do another line. I want my cuntboy flying.” I quickly inhaled the line into me. As I was about to release the straw, an urge overcame me and I took the other one. Daddy laughed as he opened the drawer, pulled out a metal container. He removed a small bag and placed another line on the table. “Ah, my cuntboy is getting there. Good thing there’s more.” Daddy grabbed his leather clad bulge and squeezed...slowly removing the codpiece from his jock with both hands as I heard the snaps give way as he threw it aside. There it was…my Daddy’s thick cock jutting out. I stared at it as it pulsed…his PA rising and falling to the rhythm of his heartbeat as my mouth watered and my cunt ached…the thick veins on his shaft promising that my cunt lips would feel it as his cock entered my cunt. Then there were his balls…large and full of the cum I craved. “There it is cuntboy. Worship it. Show me you’re worthy of Daddy’s cock.” He demanded. I groaned loudly staring at my Daddy’s cock as I prepared for it to enter my mouth. I licked my lips and opened wide. I felt the metal ring, warm from my Daddy’s body, slide over my tongue as the shaft invaded my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I gagged slightly. As it continued down my throat, I willed my throat to expand and take it all. “Look at me cuntboy. I want to see your eyes as you take my cock.” Daddy ordered. “Blink twice to let me know you understand me and will obey.” I blinked twice knowing that I wanted to obey and serve my Daddy. His shaft continued entering as I began to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t choke and be able to keep his cock in me. I felt his hands holding my collar as I felt the root of his cock on my lips. I had my Daddy’s complete cock in me. I was Daddy’s cuntboy servicing his cock and surrounding it with my spit and slime. I was in heaven as my Daddy’s cock was pulsing down my throat. We stayed like that for a while…Daddy stroking my face and chin encouraging me. “Good cuntboy. Hold it. That’s a good boy. Breathe. Breathe. You can do it. Don’t suck...just keep it there. I’m gonna train you to keep my cock warm in your mouth all night long. In the morning, you’ll take my piss before releasing my cock. You’d like that wouldn’t you cuntboy?” My eyes were fixed at his face. I wanted to let him know that I needed his fluids, his cum and piss in me. All the while, my cunt was radiating a desire and hunger. As I held his cock in my mouth, I could feel the hunger getting stronger and stronger…the need to be fed. “Now suck Daddy’s cock, boy. I know you want it.” I instinctively began to suck as I moaned. My tongue explored every inch of the cock I was allowed to worship...from the root...up past the pulsing veins...to the warm metal ring that topped his cock and back down. He moaned loudly as my lips closed around the thick root while my throat constricted around his cock. My spit worked to coat it for my hungry cunt. I pulled back and gently scraped my teeth along the shaft all the way to the head before grasping the ring with a tug and diving back down to repeat the worship of my Daddy’s cock. Suddenly, I felt his hands firmly grab both sides of my head and I felt him forcibly push himself in and out of my mouth again and again. He began to fuck my face. “Relax that throat, cuntboy. That’s it.” I relaxed my throat and eagerly accepted my place as his cuntboy...an instrument to satisfy my Daddy’s lust. He gripped my head harder as he began to slow the thrusts but the intensity of them remained. I knew what was coming. I was craving it...his cum....his fluids. “Getting close boy. Don’t worry. I’ll be feeding that cunt of yours too. This is only the first feeding you’ll get tonight.” As he pulled out, he held my head firmly with his cockhead on my tongue. I felt his cock spasm and I began to milk his cock for all it was worth. “Fuck cuntboy! Take my cum!” Daddy yelled as the cum gushed into my mouth as I tried not to spill a drop. “Don’t swallow it boy!” he ordered, “Just hold it there for now.” I hesitated. I could taste the delicious cum. I wanted his cum and have it become a part of me. “Show me boy. Show Daddy how much cum you milked from his cock.” I began to open my mouth but felt the cum begin to spill out. I paused but then lifted my chin and I opened my mouth presenting the load of cum that I had received as I looked dutifully into his eyes. “Beautiful cuntboy...Now swallow. Taste your Daddy’s cum. Look at me.” Our eyes remained fixed as I swallowed. I felt the cum as it slid down my throat and I opened my mouth to show Daddy that I had taken all of it into me. “Good boy,” he laughed. “That was a great start. How’s that cunt of yours doing? Is it getting hungry?” My backside began to move rhythmically as he gently held my head. I couldn’t control it. My instincts had kicked in. “I see your cunt needs feeding.” Daddy laughed. “It won’t take long to get me ready to fuck you. But before that happens, I need my cuntboy to take my piss. I want you even more fucked up when you take my cock. But first, you need to clean my cock.” My mouth eagerly reached for his cock to devour the remains of his cum. My tongue worked his cock as he made encouraging sounds. Once he was satisfied that I had completed my duties, he released my head. As he pulled out, an emptiness overtook me. I longed to feel his entire shaft in my warm mouth and down my throat again. “Yeah cuntpig, time to feed on Daddy’s piss, but don’t swallow all of it boy.” Daddy’s veined cock glistened with my spit and throat slime as I kept my mouth open for his piss. I looked up into his eyes with a hunger as my mouth filled with the taste of his chemmed up piss and I swallowed but making sure I left some in my mouth at all times. When Daddy finished pissing, he pulled me up by my leash. “Give me some of that chem piss, boy.” Placing his lips to mine, I fed him the remaining chem piss. “How was that?” he asked, “You like my piss, cuntboy?” “Fuck yeah! Daddy!” I smiled as I wiped the remaining drops of his piss and spit from my lips with my hand and greedily licked it up. “Good, cause I’ll be feeding it to you every day. You’ll be my urinal from now on cuntboy. Now it’s time to see how hungry that cunt is.”

I've always heard about lovers sleeping through the night with the top's dick in the bottom's ass but I've never actually experienced it. I wanted to try it this last weekend but the guy I was with said it wasn't a realistic thing. We talked it through and he said that people roll around in their sleep, and that alone makes it next to impossible. Also, he made a point about the bottom pushing it out during the night because, well, people fart. Plugs are designed to stay up your butt while dildos really aren't. Has anyone on this site had any experience with this? Is it realistic? It's a huge fantasy of mine to fall asleep with a hot, hard dick in my ass so I can wake up and just start riding it when I'm horny.

There are a bunch on Pornhub, but there are multiple copies of a particular one, which pretty well matches your description... [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1542932346

I agree. My fav question when after I am fucking him for a while, he asks me whether I am clean. Does it already matter? The anxious type gets me information about Prep. There are only few guys, who rejected me because of the bb. For example last time, a guy in Bull Berlin. However, he fucked my throat and cummed into. Obviously without condom. other one , e.g. A - also there - fucked a guy (B), fucked me, after it I unloaded the B guy. A said that there was no way to fuck his sloppy hole because it would be dangerous. no medicine for stupidity

This is looking to be quite a hot story, thank you for starting it. Hope to see more soon.

How do you feel about a guy wanting to kiss through a gloyhole? It’s strange how I’m perfectly fine having a stranger’s clock put in my mouth through a hole in the wall, rim his juicy ass or even golden showing but kissing...that’s putting me off. I guess kissing is the sort of sexual act that requires intimacy, at least for me, so it just doesn’t fit in with the gloryhole kind of thing. What do you think?

Some of my vids on xTube (same screen name) speak for themselves about my feeling toward BBC. Oink!

Part 2: Lost In Lust Daddies 2 and 3 quickly removed their clothes as Daddy 1 slid out of my ass. Daddy 2 was possibly in his 50’s. Nice smooth tan body. Maybe a touch over 6 feet tall. And a gorgeous 9 inch cock that was much thicker than Daddy 1. He quickly filled my ass and the pain at first hurt like hell. Daddy 3 had removed his clothes as well and shut me up by ramming his cock down my throat. Daddy 3 was around 50 with a small frame. Nice 7 inch cock that was average thickness. As I was being spit roasted Daddy 1 grabbed his phone and started filming us. For some reason knowing I was being filmed sent me over the edge and I squirted the last neg load of my life. Daddy 2 really took his time with his fucking which by now had me moaning around Daddy 3’s cock. This sent Daddy 3 over the edge and he squirted a nice thick load down my throat. A few minutes later Daddy 2 announced he was about to cum and Daddy 1 focused his phone camera on my ass while Daddy 2 erupted up my ass. When Daddy 2 pulled out Daddy 3 inserted a huge butt plug up my ass to keep both loads in. I just laid on the floor exhausted and fulfilled while all 3 Daddies recuperated. One of them ordered pizza and as soon as it arrived they had me answer the door nude. It was a lady driver who just looked at me and laughed. I didn’t feel embarrassed. I felt proud that I had satisfied these 3 Daddies.

I love being pissed on and drinking piss. My first golden shower including drinking and I’ve been hooked ever since. Yes, the taste varies but overall I enjoy it. There is a guy I meet a handful of times a year who will let me drink from the tap. I’ve found his taste changes each time. I’ll drink from the tap and even enjoy when a top will piss in a glass and make me drink it down.

Tbh I never go there. I also think sand and my ass aren't going to be great friends. For me the trek to get there is too long. Plus when it gets too hot I'd like a swim. If I'm in the mood during the day I go to one of the gay resorts (mostly Basement) and buy a day card. Spend the day around the pool, chat with the other guys there and check out what's happening in the maze.

Rod thought it must be time for a shower, but Jerry led him into the bedroom. The bed had a rubber sheets and the restraints on the four corners. He followed Jerry's instructions to lie down. Rod's dick was rock hard. He almost prayed for Jerry to work on it. Jerry secured Rod's arms and legs. Rod's dick was so hurt, it was leaking, Jerry couldn't miss it. Jerry produced his pouch of sounds. Starting with the smallest he inserted it needing no lube on account of the flow of precum. Slowly Jerry worked his way thru them all, but he noticed small tears around Jerry's urethra. "Rod, what is this? Jerry asked. Jerry said he had been trying to look inside all day. Rod was thrilled. He knew what would happen the next visit, but back to the business at hand. He produced a bulb shaped device with a stalk and wires coming from the stalk. He inserted it in Rod's dick until only the wires protruded. He then attached a couple of leads to his balls and his cock. All were wired to Jerry's tens unit. Jerry started slow. Giving just a nice amount of current. Rod moaned in pleasure. He was about to ask for more when his body jolted. Jerry had give him a big dose. Rod breathed hard, panted for a while. Jerry slowly increased the current until Rod could hear the buzz. He left it there while he prepared his next job. Rod moaned away. Jerry returned with a clippers He sculpted Rod's really thick bush into a small vee with a sweet trail leading up to his navel. He shaved the hair from Rod's chest. Rod would have been happy to let Jerry shave his entire body if the electric stimulation kept up. He produced soap and blade and shaved all around his masterpiece. Rod was nice a piece of art. Jerry's art. He never complained once. Jerry made a mental note. Jerry abruptly turned off the tens unit. Rod let out a gasp and almost asked Jerry to turn it back on, but kept quiet. Jerry removed the electrics, and began edging Rod, bringing him close and denying him release. Over and over again. Rod would raise almost off the bed with desire, but Jerry would quit. He told Rod if he were to cum before Jerry told him he could, Jerry would throw him out and new let him come back. Finally, Jerry quit. Rod said, "Please, Jerry!" Jerry said, "I didn't tell you you could cum and to make sure you don't unless I tell you you can, I have this." Jerry fitted the first ring around Rod's big balls. Then the next ring and fastened them, then the cock cage, a plastic tube that made it impossible for Rod to touch himself. All Rod asked was, "How do I piss" Jerry answered, "Like a bitch, sitting down." Rod didn't respond. As Jerry pointed to the shower, Rod knew what to do. Jerry gave the guy pine tar soap, He said, "For your hair and your body." The smell was strong. Rod thought he would stink up the hardware store. When Rod came out of the shower, He used a huge towel to dry his hair and a small one for his body. His dick felt funny and the weight pulled the ring down on his balls. He came into the bedroom and found Jerry with his camera phone. Jerry took two pictures. Rod didn't complain. Jerry knew he had him. Rod dressed, and Jerry ushered him out the door. Rod almost skipped to the hardware store. When he went in, Mr Higgins said pine tar. You have a skin problem, Rod. Just a little rash, Mr Higgins, nothing to worry about. Mr Higgins told him good night and Rod took over. He waited on a few customers. It was almost quitting time when Jerry appeared. Rod turned the sign to closed, and they headed to the back room. Jerry told Rod to piss. Rod did. Jerry then inserted a tube thru the cockcage and screwed it in, then the screw in plug. Jerry said, "Rod you may take the plug out to piss in the morning. Then screw it back in. You won't piss again, until you are with me." Rod presented the cage cock willingly. "When will that " Rod asked. "After work tomorrow, "Jerry answered. They parted. Each went his own way. Rod wondering how the cage would feel all night and all day. If it hurt he might like it even more. Jerry thinking that he had to get the cauterizing scalpel from the ambulance. More to come

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 14 Fuck! I was confused! The cuntpup in me savored the feel of puppy holding me... but it was so new. Sure, he had held me in his arms like this before... but... I consciously felt my 12-inch tail against his hard abs... the plug pushing deeper into my cunt. Pulsing, my cunt grasped the large plug tighter until it began to move, sliding against his hard sweat soaked six pack. Taking a hard bite on the nape of my neck, puppy growled. “Fuck cuntpup... I like it!” I began to whimper as his paws moved my head down to his crotch, positioning me in front of him. “Arff! Arff!” I barked... my tail now wagging wildly... not wanting to leave this mindset. “Good cuntpup!” puppy laughed as I began sniffing his sweat soaked jock. I growled... his cock hardening in my mouth as I chewed on the red mesh fabric. He pushed up... signaling me to take his uncut cock to the hilt. I wanted to tell him that I wanted my alpha’s cock to feed me his piss... but all that came out was a whimper. Pushing my head back, he released his hard cock. I continued whimpering... seeing his pulsating thick shaft... his cockhead escaping the confines of his foreskin. “Feed cuntpup,” puppy tenderly ordered. “Feed on your alpha’s piss.” With a loud moan, I took his cock into my mouth until my lips met his smooth crotch. “Fucking piss pup!” puppy groaned as he let loose a torrent of golden piss down my throat. Fuck! I was where I wanted to be... the stream of warm chem piss continued down my throat and I worked my throat muscles to milk it all from my alpha’s cock. “Hold that last part cuntpup,” puppy smiled, pulling out of my throat and filling my mouth. “Good boy,” he said, moving to kiss me. It was a deep piss filled kiss... the piss moving back and forth between our mouths as our tongues clashed until puppy sucked it all into his mouth. Seeing him holding in his mouth... I began lapping at his face... like a starving piss pup... feeding on the piss and spit that had escaped our mouths and covered our skin. Suddenly, puppy pushed me down with his paws and jumped on top of me. Opening my mouth, he released the piss. A load moan escaped my throat as the hot chem piss flowed from his mouth into mine spilling over my face. “Fucking cuntpup...” puppy smiled and moved into me. With our lips locked, puppy slowly moved his paws down my shaved chest, over my harness... taking hold of my hard pecs, he moved down to my yellow jock and gently massaged my engorged cock and balls sliding it down. Releasing his kiss, puppy glaced down at my sac, “Fucking beautiful,” he sighed and took hold of it. Looking deep into my eyes, “Fucking cuntpup... ” he kissed me. I whimpered... I was so happy. Out of the blue, we heard the dungeon door open... we stopped, hearing the sounds of conversation... Daddy had returned and he wasn’t alone. “Fucking pups! Can’t leave them alone for a minute.” Daddy laughed. “Pups... come!” he ordered and we instantly dropped on the floor and crawled over to them. “Hey puppy,” Daddy’s friend smiled as he moved to puppy and began exploring my alpha’s body with his hands. “Good boy!” he continued as puppy began to playfully nip at his hand. I instinctively cowered at this stranger. I was in awe of this 6’4” silver-haired tatted up muscle god in front of me. He wore his hair in a military buzz. He stood there shirtless, booted in tight leather chaps surrounding his muscular legs. The tats were incredible... seemingly flowing up and down his arms onto his back and torso. My mouth began to salivate... His thick pierced cock... nestled against a pair of swollen cum-filled balls surrounded by a massive metal cock ring... dangled between his legs. Thick tit rings shone against his silver dusted rock-hard torso. He smiled... “Eric, this is cuntboy... ” Daddy corrected himself chuckling... “Seems like that may change... he’s cuntpup for now.” Hearing this... Eric smiled and held out his hand to me. "Damn, cuntpup, I'm gonna have fun with you, tonight," he grinned. I crawled over to him, sniffed the back of his hand and began sucking on his fingers. I gasped as I watched Eric’s cock rise and expand... my cunt lips began to throb... wanting to feel that thick metal ring invading my cunt. “Good boy,” Daddy nodded approvingly motioning me to the fuck bench. Releasing Eric’s fingers, I jumped on the bench... positioning myself on all fours, I offered my cunt. Grunting, Eric began to examine me with his strong hands... running them over my shaved body. “Fucking beautiful skin... no blemishes.” he commented as he continued. “A couple of days of fasting will give him a sleek look. You ever consider showing him?” I didn’t understand and looked at Daddy. Smiling, Daddy chuckled as puppy jealously growled. “I’ve thought about it... but wasn’t sure if he’d pup.” Pulling the pouch of my jock to the side Eric nodded, he took hold of my ball sac and grabbed hold of the guiche rings. “Nice... how often do you infuse?” he asked, feeling the heft of my sac. I spread my legs allowing my sac to hang loosely between my thighs. Grabbing a glass pipe and filling it with shards of Tina, Daddy laughed, “Every couple of days to keep it noticeable... unless I decide he’s not going anywhere.” Daddy placed the pipe against Eric’s lips and lit the torch, feeding him a series of hits. “MMMMM, I’d like to see that.” Eric sighed, as the billowing clouds escaped his mouth. Feeling the effects of the chems, he approached my face and stood, spreading his legs. I stared at Eric’s thick cock... the shining silver ring jutting out of his piss slit bobbed up and down to the beat of his heart. It began to thicken... With my eyes locked on the cock, Daddy gently guided my salivating mouth towards the object of my desire. “Fucking whore,” puppy snarled. Acknowledging my Daddy, I licked my lips and opened my mouth. Closing my eyes, I slid my lips over the head... feeling the warm metal ring hit my tongue and I played with the ring, pulling and pushing it with my tongue. I continued devouring the massive cock down to the root. I swallowed, allowing my throat to expand as the cock arched at the back of my throat and settled in deep. Feeling Daddy’s hand against my neck, I stroked the underside of the shaft with my tongue... covering it with spit... I felt his pre-cum dripping down my throat. Feeling me worshipping his cock, Eric began to slowly face fuck me and I opened my eyes to the long, thick shaft moving in and out of my mouth. I struggled to feed. I whimpered... I wanted it, needed it... “Fuck yeah, fucking hot mouth on this one. Maybe even better than puppy’s” he laughed as puppy growled. He grabbed my head and continued thrusting... “Take it cunt... fuck yeah!” I struggled... I wasn’t used to the ring hitting the back of my throat. After a series of hard thrusts, I felt his cock convulse as he released a torrent of cum the slit of his pierced cock exploded in the back of my mouth and streamed down my throat. I swallowed his cum and moaned happily as it filled my stomach and closed my lips around his fat cock as he pulled out. I wanted every drop of this man’s cum in me. Daddy handed Eric the pipe and he took another hit. Leaning into me, he blew a thick cloud into my mouth and I inhaled. Going in for a kiss, I moaned and we began devouring each other as the thick cloud escaped from my nose. I moaned... feeling his tongue explore my mouth with hard pointed thrusts. Retreating, Eric bit my lips and I went wild with the combination of the cloud and the masculinity of this god. I began barking loudly until he slipped his cock back down my throat and I settled down... I knew what was coming... My throat muscles contracted, surrounding his thick shaft as I felt the warm acrid piss flow from his cock into my belly. The flow continued... I started to hesitate... I didn’t know if I could take it all! Laughing, Eric grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock to the root and held my nose. “Fucking cunt! You’re not getting off of it until you take every last drop!” For a minute, I thought I was going to drown in this muscle god’s piss until I felt puppy’s paws on my shoulders. “Drink cuntpup. It’s what you need.” he said tenderly as I felt my stomach extending from the massive flow. Feeling the last drops of piss exit his cock, Eric released my nose allowing me to breathe, and pulled out as my lips lapped the last drops of piss. Satisfied, Eric took hold of the pipe and took another hit. At the same time, puppy left my side and crawled to him and sat up on his haunches. “Please,” puppy begged... the hunger took over. “Fucking crystal pup,” Eric smirked, placing the pipe against puppy’s lips, feeding him a long series of hits. Grabbing puppy’s collar, Eric led him Daddy’s chair and he sat down... positioning puppy between his legs. Grabbing his cock, Eric teased puppy, motioning my alpha to service. “Good puppy, let’s relax a bit... get my cock ready for cuntpup.” Moaning, puppy began servicing the cock that was going into my cunt. “Fucking spun out cuntpup,” Daddy snarled as he took hold of my head. “I promised Eric your cunt, you want it?” he whispered in my ear. “GRRRRR!” I enthusiastically responded. “Thought so,” he chuckled and threw me over his shoulder and tossed me on the bed. Grabbing the pipe, he lit it and took a hit... he stood before me with a questioning look. I moaned... Taking the pipe from Daddy, I took a couple of hits eagerly inhaling the white clouds. Handing the pipe back to Daddy, he climbed onto the bed and took another hit as I slid between his legs and began nursing on his right tit. “Fucking cunt!” he laughed. I increased the pressure on his tit with my teeth. “AWWW FUUUCK!” Daddy roared, grabbing my head and pulling me into his massive pec until I couldn’t breathe. I was suffocating... I panicked and began to push away from my Daddy. Seeing my reaction, he released me. Dazed from the lack of oxygen and the crystal, I sat up and sucked at the pipe he was lighting for me. I inhaled... basking in the rush of the chems now flowing in my veins, I felt his hand work its way down my back until I felt my plug roughly pulled out of my cunt... I yelped and immediately felt my exposed cunt lips throb with a hunger to be fed. It needed to be fed... Feeling the intense quivering of my cunt, I felt two of Daddy’s fingers invade my cunt. I moaned as he reached to the side table and grabbed the chem laced lube. Slathering the lube over his fingers, he returned to my cunt and I felt his fingers slide past my cunt lips and extend... manipulating the walls of my cunt. “You like Daddy inside you?” he snarled. I growled... begging for him to continue. My cunt was on fire and pleading for his hand. He continued fucking me with his fingers. Taking a deep breath, I nodded... I needed his fist in me. My cunt opened up, inviting him to enter me. I gasped as his entire hand entered my cunt and pushed it towards his hand, indicating the desire for his arm. My cunt was insatiable... Slowly the onslaught continued, pausing to let my cunt accept the depth of his arm. “Yes!” I moaned, the first words out of my mouth since I felt the pup in me emerge. “Fuck me! Fuck my cunt... fuck my hungry cunt with your arm!” Pulling out quickly to his wrist, Daddy quickly plunged his arm back in... repeating this action, he began fucking me with his arm, inching his way deeper into my body. Deeper he continued with every thrust... “You want Daddy to give you more... can you take more? Fucking cunt...” He continued. “PLEASE!” was all I could manage to say as the rapid strokes of his arm rubbed against my prostate sending me over the edge. “FUUUCK! CUUUUUNTBOY!” I yelled as began shuddering and moaning from the anal orgasm his fisting had produced. Grabbing my engorged jock pouch and slapping it with a dismissive grunt, Daddy laughed, “Fucking nothing but a cunt on you.” It was true... I wasn’t meant to be cuntpup... I was cuntboy. Pausing, he made tiny movements in my cunt. I continued moaning... feeling those fingers moving within my cunt until I felt him pull out and his fingers began caressing my bloated cunt lips allowing me to relax. "Give me a hit," he instructed, "and then take another hit for yourself." I passed him the pipe and heard him inhale for a few seconds. Staring deeply into my eyes, he passed the pipe back to me and I did the same. Holding in the clouds, he moved to my cunt... his lips barely touching my cunt lips. I moaned... feeling the tip of his tongue slide against my cunt lips and he released the warm clouds into my cunt. “Fuck!!!!” I yelled feeling the heat of his chemmed breath hit me. Inserting his tongue... I began squirming as it went into my wet moist cunt. Exploring my cunt with his tongue, Daddy moaned as he fed on my cunt juices. He would occasionally pull out... teasing my bloated cunt lips with the tip of his tongue. By this point, I was so open... my cunt dripped... offering its essence to my Daddy. Eventually, Daddy rose and smiled. “Fucking gape,” he groaned as I pulled my cunt lips apart feeling the slick folds of my rosebud slide out. “That feel good, cuntboy?” he asked gently massaging the dark pink rosebud. “Fuck yeah, Daddy.” I smiled, “Daddy’s cuntboy... Thank you, Daddy.” Sitting back, I saw my reflection in the mirror. I groaned as I spread my thighs... from the mirror I could see my cunt lips protruding more than ever before... Daddy smiled and I caught his gaze in the reflection. “So, it’s cuntboy?” Daddy asked. “Yes, Daddy.” I answered enthusiastically, fingering my sloppy cunt. He nodded. “So... cuntboy...” Eric grunted, holding puppy’s mouth inches from his hard cock. Pushing puppy aside, he rose from the leather chair and walked towards the bed smiling... his hard silver tipped cock leading him to my hungry cunt. “Fuck me...” I begged, feeling his strong arms pick me up off the bed. “Fucking cuntpig...” he growled. Walking me to the sling, he laid me gently onto the sling and secured my ankles to the chains, exposing my wrecked cunt, and fastened my wrists. Seeing Eric taking control of me, Daddy motioned puppy to the bed and lifted his arm. “Get the fuck over here puppy.” Jumping on the bed, puppy moved to the offered pit, inhaling. Lapping at the drops of sweat dripping from the hairy pit, puppy’s hunger intensified... swallowing all he could find. Handing the pipe to puppy, Daddy lit the torch. “Take some hits, puppy... like the greedy methpup you are.” Happily, puppy sucked on the pipe. Leaning into Daddy’s cock, he began blowing thick clouds of white smoke on the thick shaft before taking it down to the root. Totally consumed with Daddy and puppy, I gasped in shock, not expecting Eric’s sudden brutal attack on my cunt with his cock. “Take it, cuntboy! Take my fucking cock up your sloppy cunt!” he grunted. With the pain converted to pleasure, I pleaded for him to fuck me harder. He responded, raising his assault to a higher level. As the fucking grew more aggressive, the sounds of the clanking chains filled the room as a stream of degrading obscenities escaped his mouth. The sweat began pouring off of him... covering his taught muscles. I was in heat... I desperately wanted this man’s cum in me and I began bucking... forcing my cunt to take every thick inch of Eric’s cock in me. “That feel good cuntboy? Fucking fat cock feeding that sloppy cunt...” Eric growled. “Fuck yes!” I yelled, feeling the thick metal cockring hit my cunt lips as his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. “I’m gonna fucking fill you, cuntboy!” he yelled, “You want that? You want my fucking cum in you?” “YES!” FUCKING FILL ME!” I cried out, feeling his cock expand even more. Going over the edge, he snarled, “You fucking cunt!” and cried out as balls spewed a torrent white hot ropes of cum up my cunt. "Fuck yes!!" I screamed, his cum filling my cunt, saturating it. “So, what do you think of my cuntboy, Eric?” Daddy playfully asked as puppy continued to devour every inch of his swollen cock. “Fuck yeah! How much for this cunt?” Eric grunted, as my cunt continued milking his cock. “Not for sale,” Daddy replied holding the pipe up. “But for this shit... you can use him anytime.” Placing one of his hands on the back of puppy’s head while he sucked, Daddy took a hit of the pipe and blew the white clouds down onto puppy. It suddenly hit me... I was being whored out... Removing his cock from my cunt, Eric nodded and walked around, positioning his dripping cock in front of my face. Slapping his cock against my face, he laughed, “Still hungry cuntpig?” I moaned, opening my mouth. “Yeah, you want to taste my cum... want that don’t cha? Daddy’s fucking cunt whore...” I was in heaven. “Uh huh...” I babbled in a chemmed haze and took it in. “That’s it... clean it off cuntboy... you taste your cunt juices covering my cock?” Eric continued. “Uh huh,“ I mumbled, tasting the saltiness of his cum mixed with my chemmed up cunt juices. With his cock now clean, he pulled out and kissed me. “Thank you,” I smiled, licking my lips. I had reason to thank him several more times that night. After all, I had to pay for the chems... I was Daddy’s chemwhore.

I was living in Nebraska and I went to visit my brother in NYC, I was 15 at the time and my brother took me to the Doctor and I was put on PrEP. I was still a virgin until I move to NYC when I turned 16. At the time the brother just turned Poz and so did his Bf. A few weeks later they both fuck me BB and still do as they are now both on meds and undetectable and I’m still negative.

It is a hot feeling getting shaved. Restrained is even better. A year ago, I was with a fellow pig. Was restrained spread eagle, with him sucking my cock, making it super hard, with his mouth forced my cock down exposing more of my crotch. While he sucked it, another buddy came into the room, rubbed my legs, stomach and crotch. Picked up a cordless set of clippers. Started by shaving my stomach then moved to my crotch and pubes. He rotated around on his knees until his hole was right over my mouth. While I continued to get my cock sucked in a cock forced down position, I did homage to this other pig’s hole. He kept on shaving my pubes and chest and legs. Was super hot. Any Ft Lauderdale shavers interested in doing something like that?

Daddy’s Cuntboy Part 2 I was in fucking heaven at this point...flying high with my stomach full of Daddy’s piss and cum. I felt my collar’s constant pressure from the pull of my leash as he led me to the sling. He removed my leash and suddenly I felt a slight disconnect from him. Seeing this, he held my chin. “Get on the sling cuntboy.” I climbed on the sling feeling the leather straps against my ass cheeks and back. As I took in the sight of my Daddy’s strong muscular ass framed in leather straps, he moved to the shelves and gathered up a set of wrist and ankle restraints. He turned and came towards me...his cock seemingly leading him towards his prize. He quickly fastened my wrists to the sling exposing my shaved pits. I groaned as I felt his tongue roughly explored my right pit as his hands grabbed my tit ring and pulled. “Fuck yeah! Harder!” I begged as the sensation of my tit being manhandled went directly to my cock. He smiled and moved down to my legs and pulled me forward exposing my strapped cunt as he pulled my legs apart and fastened the ankle restraints and securing them to the sling. I felt his rough hands examine my body. At that moment I was an object for Daddy’s pleasure... nothing more. My body bucked as both his hands worked their way up my calves and thighs towards my cunt. I wanted this man....my Daddy. Then I felt it...fingers gently teasing my cunt lips. I moaned and my body rose offering itself. “Fucking hungry cunt,” he growled. He smiled devilishly as he inserted two fingers in me and explored, “Tell Daddy what you want.” “Fuck Daddy! I need your cock! Feed my cunt!” I begged as his fingers stretched my cunt to prepare me for his cock. “Good answer boy.” “but first I’ve got something more for you.” He removed his fingers and stuck them greedily in his mouth as he headed to the table where the metal container surrounded by the dust of the lines sat. Daddy grabbed the container, walked back and placed it on my stomach. I shivered as the cold metal hit me skin. “Fucking beautiful cuntboy,” Reaching up to one of the chains holding the sling, he pulled off a rubber strap that had been wrapped around the chain. I knew what was coming next. I had never slammed before but we had discussed it. We had agreed that it would be my decision when the time came and he would honor that. He placed his cock in near my mouth. “Boy, we discussed this. It’s your decision. What do you want? Take your time and decide.” I opened my mouth and took his cock as I looked into his eyes. There I was...his hard cock throbbing in my mouth. What could I do?! At this point all I felt was the hunger emanating from my cunt. As he pulled out of my mouth, I moaned, “Please...” Daddy grabbed my restrained arm and wrapped the strap around my bicep. “Relax boy...” Reaching down, he opened the metal box now warm from my body heat and pulled out an alcohol prep packet. With his teeth, he tore it open and spit out the packet’s edge, He then proceeded to gently swab my arm with the alcohol pad. “Cuntboy...” He said reassuringly. “I know this is something new. Daddy’s here and will make sure you will be transformed into the cuntboy you were born to be. I knew from the first time we chatted that this is what you were.” He then reached into the metal box and pulled out an orange capped syringe. Pulling off the cap with his teeth, our eyes locked. I could hear the taps as he worked to remove any air bubbles. “Ready cuntboy? There’s no turning back once this goes in. Look at me boy. I want you to see everything.” I groaned... acknowledging and accepting my fate. “Good boy. Here it goes.” I felt the prick of the needle go in... yet another surrender of my body. I saw him pull back the plunger as the syringe filled with the red tinge of my blood. “That my boy, is your first register.” Daddy laughed as he quickly pushed the plunger with all its contents into my vein and undid the strap. Suddenly I felt it. Everything that I heard about...the scratching throat...uncontrollable coughing and rapid heartbeat. My thoughts clouded as I felt Daddy holding the entry point. My arms, still restrained over my head, allowed the chem filled blood to move quickly down and rush through the rest of my body. Suddenly any panic disappeared and my body was engulfed in hungry ecstasy. Daddy stepped back holding the now empty syringe and tossed it into a bucket and I began to gently buck as the chems intensified the cravings deep in my cunt. After wrapping the rubber strap around his bicep, he grabbed the metal box, removed it from my stomach and placed it on the table. I could see his back muscles flex as he prepped his arm. Turning around, he smiled as he walked back to me with the capped syringe in his hand and stood between my legs. “CUNTBOY! LOOK AT ME! Daddy’s gonna be there with you soon.” Daddy stared intently at my cunt as he pulled off the orange cap with his teeth and spit it out hitting my chest as it bounced to the floor. He tapped and inserted the needle. As he continued examining my cunt, he pulled the plunger back. “Boy...look...Daddy’s blood.” I moaned as I saw the syringe’s contents mix with my Daddy’s blood. Before I knew it, the plunger went in and he tossed it into the bucket joining mine. There stood my Daddy....arm up with his finger over the entry point. He growled. “FUCK YEAH! SLAMMED UP CUNTBOY!” My body’s involuntary bucking continued as my cunt took over. It needed that cock. “Please Daddy! Fuck my cunt!” Daddy stood there holding his throbbing cock looking intensely at my cunt. “FUCK ME Daddy!” I begged over and over. I was now just his chemmed up cuntboy begging for cock. Suddenly he moved forward and I felt his metal tipped cock pressing against my cunt. Slowly he pushed as my cunt lips opened to accept him. “OH God!” I moaned as the pain of his invasion turned into a pleasure I had never felt before. At this point I looked up at the mirrored ceiling and saw myself opened and exposed. With the combination of Daddy’s cock filling my cunt and chems rushing through my body, I lost it. I was now nothing more than a cunt... a fucking receptacle for cock...nothing fucking more! As Daddy’s cock continued its course, his hands moved up past my jock encased leaking cock and took hold of my ringed tits. His hands tugged and pinched as my moans grew louder. “Fuck Daddy! Please!” Then...he was completely in and I felt a pressure deep inside against my prostate causing my cock to jump. “Oh, Fuck Daddy!” Then it began. I felt his cock pull out. Before I could protest at the emptiness in me, a deep growl came out of Daddy as he thrust filling my cunt again. He was a madman making sure his cock took ownership of my cunt. I felt his cock’s rhythmic movement as it hit my prostate with every thrust causing my cock to continue leaking until a large pool gathered on my stomach and began to drip down my side. Seeing the precum, Daddy stopped his thrusts, smiled and gathered it up with his hand putting it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mmmmmm...good boy...” His tongue flickered and took up a bit of my fluids. An evil grin overtook him as he reached down and began rubbing my precum all over my face. I instinctively began to lap at his offering and tasting the product of the sexual excitement that he had created. “PLEASE DADDY...FUCK ME! FEED MY CUNT!” I begged as he began to thrust into me again. The sound of his sweaty thighs slapping again my inner thighs filled the room as it mixed with the slurping sound of my cunt trying to hold onto his cock. His thrusts continued hitting my prostrate until I couldn’t hold back. I yelled, “OH FUUUUCK! I’M CUMMING! FUUUUCK!” as my orgasm washed over my body and I collapsed back onto the sling. Daddy continued his fucking...nothing could stop him now from achieving his own release. “Fucking slammed up cuntboy. How’s it feel to be nothing but a cunt...fucking slammed up cunt for cock?!” “Fuck yeah Daddy!” I eagerly responded. “That’s what I am....fucking cuntboy ready to service cock!” As his cock engorged even more than it had been before and filled my cunt, I felt Daddy quicken his thrusting. His breathing grew deeper...Daddy roared, “LOOK AT ME BOY! DADDY’S GONNA FEED YOU!” as he erupted deep in my cunt. I could feel the cum pulsing from his cock as my cunt lips began to milk his cock for every last drop. Staying in to the root, Daddy stood between my legs. I took in the sight of him... my fucking sweat covered Daddy. Daddy slowly removed his cock from inside me leaving only the pierced head inside. I groaned...knowing that I would be without his cock but knowing that his cum was now in me and would be absorbed into my cunt making him a part of me always. Then I was empty. I lay there...marveling at his cock...trying to remember how it felt in me. Daddy quickly freed my ankles and moved to the shelf grabbing a mason jar. Returning, he pulled down my jock and freed my now soft cock. I shivered as I felt his hand on my cock placing in the jar. “Now boy. Give me your slam piss.” Groaning, I let loose of my bladder and exhaled. I heard the sound of the piss rapidly filling the jar until I felt the piss reach my cock head. Daddy pulled the piss filled jar away and placed it on the table. Licking his lips as he returned... he gathered up my cock and balls in both his hands. He smiled... “Like I said before boy...your cock doesn’t matter...but damn!” and took my cockhead in his mouth tasting the remains of my piss. I bucked. Daddy held my balls tightly as my cock began to grow in his mouth,” Oh, fuck!” After cleaning off my cock, Daddy walked around the sling and moved toward my face. As he unchained my wrists, he chuckled, “Time to clean my cock boy. Taste your cunt juices mixed with Daddy’s cum.” I opened my mouth and took him in. The taste of his cum and my juices drove me wild. I began slurping and consuming the remains. He had become a part of me and I was now tasting what I had become... a cum filled cunt. Then I heard it...a groan coming from the doorway... “Fuck Yeah!”

Of course I'm voting for Trump. The Democrat party has been taken over by dangerous "progressives" & "socialists" who are clueless & mentally unstable. It was a Democrat who put 110,000 Japanese-Americans in "internment camps" during World War Two (Pres. Franklin Roosevelt). It was a Democrat who put 500,000 African-Americans in the "Projects" (also known as Public Housing or the "Urban Plantations") in the 1960s & 1970s (Pres. Lyndon Johnson). It was a Democrat who signed the "free trade" agreements which caused over 3 million working-class Americans to lose their jobs to overseas businesses (Pres. William Clinton). Who was the last member of the U.S. Senate who was a card-carrying Ku Klux Klan member? That would be Robert Byrd, Democrat of Virginia, who was eulogized by Pres. Bill Clinton & Sec. of State Hillary Clinton.

I love the slow development of the story line!!!!

Part 3 I tried to break free, I was strong, but he was stronger. As thoughts rushed through my head about what he was going to do to me, my mind jumped back to myself jacking off to countless stealth and pozzing stories. Who the fuck was I kidding? I had fantasized about this scenario as much as I had about a PA. The adrenaline pump got stronger. I turned around and looked at Full Thick Beard. He was grinning. “I knew you were a fucking chaser. I’m going to put my DNA deep inside you” I grinned too. With his weight on me, and while I was still on the floor, on that filthy, sticky floor, he pulled my shoulders towards him and impaled my hole on his hard cock. HOLY FUCK. I had never been in so much pain. I could feel the PA tearing up my insides. I couldn’t see it, but I knew I was bleeding. How could he tear through with so much cum in me already? Who cares, I was in pig heaven. Wrapping his arms tightly around my chest, he pulled out all the way, and thrust back in, teasing my hole with the PA metal, over and over. “Yeah, you like it rough, don’t ya Cowboy?” I nodded as I moved my ass around, feeling the PA rip my insides even more. “Are you ready for my toxic seed Cowboy??” I nodded. “Tell me you want it. Beg me to knock you up with my charged babies, fucker” I begged. I pleaded for his DNA to enter my blood and stay with me for the rest of my life. He grabbed my hat, still on the floor, and put it under my cock. He pulled me closer as he thrust his PA Dick deep inside me. I felt it twitch. I heard him grunt. I felt his throbbing cock blasting cum inside me as the previous loads were leaking out of my hole. My hole was overflowing, the anonymous spunk was being replaced with the toxic product of all my fantasies. My body and mind were in ecstasy. I grabbed my Cowboy Hat and put it under my dick as I was blowing my largest load ever into it. I had never cum so hard. I had never cum like this without touching myself. My ass twitched, and I milked every single drop of toxic seed from PA Dick. As he continued to shudder, I knew his charged load was gushing out over the metal with every grunt. He pulled out, flipped me around and fed me PA Dick. I could taste the cumpilation of loads, the sweat from our bodies, and the blood from my insides. I could also feel that sting from earlier. I touched it. It wasn’t smooth metal, it had spikes on it. Once I cleaned him up, he put his toxic tool back into his jeans and told me to stand up. He picked up my hat and handed it to me “Better hang on to this hat Cowboy, it has your last clean load”. He then put his hand in his pocket and took out a piece of paper and a PA Ring, just like his, with the spikes on it. “Call my guy, he’ll get that special PA on your cock so you can spread my strain with your toxic loads” I walked out of the store full of cum, my heart still racing, my cock still throbbing in my Wranglers, wearing what I knew was the last non-toxic DNA I was ever going to shoot. I couldn’t wait for the flu.

So Names first as the story continues. I'm Kevin and my buddy I mentioned is Jason. So after getting pozzed and making love Jason and I moved in together and while we certainly enjoyed fucking each other what we really wanted to do was share our special poz seen with other neg boys. As luck would have it wasn't long before we met our first candidate. His name was Yousef and he was middle eastern, slender, with mostly fair skin with just a touch of olive and as it turned out very smooth. We had a class with Yousef and he had come over to study one night and in the course of talking after we were done studying and were having a few drinks we found out Yousef was gay and a virgin. It seems he was in the states only for college and that back home being found out as gay was essentially a death sentence. But now in the states he was hoping for at least a couple of years of closeted sexual freedom before returning to his monastic existence. So Jason and I "confess" to Yousef our own recent start as a gay couple (leaving out our poz status of course) and we tell him that we'd love to be an introduction to gay sex for him. To help things along we start showing him some gay porn and quickly we are all tenting our shorts and Jason and I begin stroking his cock through his shorts. One of us on each side of him kissing him and stroking him our hands sliding under the light fabric of his soccer shorts to find raw flesh. Yousef as you might imagine isin heaven and putty in our hands. It isn't long before all three of us are nude and Jason and I are taking turns sucking on Yousef's cock and balls. One of us deep throating his 7" cock and the other licking and sucking his balls. As you might imagine for a young guy who was a virgin Yousef is in heaven moaning and shaking with pleasure his cock leaking a veritable river of pre cum. Jason and I are silently going nuts as well because we know that we are going to fuck him and fuck him raw. The prospect of gifting a virgin with our seed has both of us horny beyond description. After giving him the blow job and ball sucking of his life while Jason works his cock I push his legs up spreading them wide and exposing his virgin cherry. I spend a moment looking at his tight virgin neg ass and nearly cum at the thought of what I'm going to do to him. I start by licking around the edge of his hole and then start working my tongue in and out working to open him up and lubing him with my spit. This is driving Yousef nuts as he's never felt anything like it before and at this point he's in total sub mode totally surrendering his body to us. I start working a finger into him gently at first and then roughly..insistently...like a cock fucking him and his moans become high pitched whimpers that indicate a mixture of pleasure and pain. I can't stand it anymore..I NEED to fuck him hard and deep. Yousef is laying on his back his legs spread and I l move atop him pinning him underneath me. I kiss him deeply for a minute rubbing my pre-cum leaking cock head up and down his crack. "I'm going to fuck you now Yousef" I tell him "It will probably hurt at first but just relax and you'll love it". "Yes Kevin please fuck me I need it so bad" he whimpers. I start pushing into him his virgin ass tight at first and tough to penetrate but then my head begins to open his ass up and I force my cock deep inside him.. As expected Yousef cries out as I enter him shaking and quivering and whimpering about the pain but I could care less. My poz dick is buried in a neg ass and I can already feel my load starting to boil deep inside my balls. I'm not making love to Yousef where I'd gently fuck his ass working to maximize his pleasure along with mine.. This is a fucking..a breeding and I fucking him hard and deep with each stroke. I can tell he's having a hard time taking my cock but I can also sense his pain slowly becoming pleasure. The intensity of it all is almost more than I can stand and I see Jason watching us intently gently stroking his own cock clearly eager for a shot at Yousef's ass. I start talking to Yousef.."Yeah man there my cock is in your ass...its what you always wanted isn't it...fuck man were gonna cum inside you..fill that ass with cum so that you can feel it leaking out..." Yes Kevin" he whimpers.."cum inside me please..." My balls are boiling and I sooo need to unload my poz spunk inside his neg fuck hole. I start driving harder working it deeper trying to create a path for the bug into his system. Then when I can't stand it any longer I bury my dick as deep in his smooth neg ass as possible and my load erupts inside him. I can feel the pulsing of my cock as jet after jet of poz cum fires deep into his ass. As soon as I'm done Jason is there taking my place fucking his own load into Yousef, Once were done we make him take turns licking our cocks clean sucking them dry ensuring he gets every drop of poz seed we can muster into him. Yousef ends up spending the night with us and lets say there wasn't much sleeping as his years of repressed sexual need were fully released. He fucked his last neg loads into our willing holes and we in turn fucked more of our special poz cum into his boy pussy. In the morning before we let him gest dressed I made sure to take another look at his no longer virgin hole. What had been tight was now open and gaping ready to take any cock that came its way.