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Day 3, Part 2 They parked the canoes and got out, Steve and Ken pulling their fishing rods from their canoes. Les stood back and watched the guys wade into the water and start to cast looking for something slimy to bite on their hooks. Andy laid back in the canoe and seemed to pass out almost immediately. Les curled his finger, letting Chris know he wanted him. Chris followed Les away from the water with Colin close behind him. Les looked around and spotted a nice strong tree and walked over to it. "Face the tree, boy" Les told Chris. Chris walked up and pushed his shorts off, hanging them on a branch. Les pulled out a rope and bound Chris's hands to it before moving behind Chris. He kneeled down and started to eat Chris's ass out. Chris began to moan, enjoying Les's tongue, and Les was enjoying Chris's firm, tight butt and just a hint of the load Colin left in earlier. Chris looked back and Colin was stroking his dick watching Les rim his ass. Les stood up after rimming Chris for almost fifteen minutes and rubbed his hard cock up and down Chris's crack. He lined up and thrust in, making Chris yelp as he wasn't ready to get fucked so soon. Les drilled Chris, not being gentle in any way. Chris was turned on, though. His dick tried to harden but the confines of the cage made it painful and all he could do is let the precum drool out on to the ground. He had never considered himself attracted to older daddies but right now he was in heaven getting fucked by Les. "Hurry up grampa, I gotta bust my nut in the fag" Colin said. "Wait your turn, boy. I'm enjoying this newbie. He's a much better fuck than you were last year" Les replied with a tinge of anger in his voice. Chris smiled, knowing he was giving the guys a good hole to fuck. Les slowed down, trying to delay shooting his load into Chris and pissing off Colin even more. They could hear some splashing nearby and Steve yell out "I got one" over both Chris and Les's moaning. Finally, Les thrust in harder than he had before and his cock pulsed, pumping another load into Chris's cunt. Les moaned as each rope shot out and once he was done he leaned against Chris's back telling him "There, boy, that should make you really strong." Chris didn't understand what Les meant and before he could ask, Colin was pulling Les away and shoving his dripping cock back into Chris's ass. He frantically pounded Chris for less than a minute before pumping more seed into Chris's chute. Colin's chest was heaving and he gasped for breath when Steve and Ken walked up. "Catch anything good?" Les asked. Steve replied "Nah, threw him back. Maybe he'll be big enough next year. This one, though, was a good catch. He looks like he's ready for more."

Drew had put on a few pounds over Christmas and got a membership for a local gym to work off his excesses. One evening after working out he decided to relax in the sauna after an exhausting workout. There was another guy, there when he came in, so he sat at the other end of the room and rested against the wall. Drew’s eyes began to close through tiredness. "Hmm, nice cock!" the guy said and as he woke Drew from his dozing. Drew’s towel had fallen off and the guy was staring at Drew’s completely naked body. He was in his fifties sporting a scorpion tattoo and was leaning back with his towel open stroking his erect cock! Drew started to stare, it was the first time he had really seen another dick. “I'm sorry," the guy said, "but seeing your naked body just turned me on and I couldn't help myself." Whilst he spoke he never stopped wanking his cock. The guy got up and walked over and stood in front of Drew with his still erect cock pointing skywards. He thrust his hips forward, got his dick right up to Drew’s face and pushed it against his cheek and rubbed it across Drew’s face. “What the Hell are you doing?” Drew exclaimed. But this was a mistake for as he opened his mouth the other guy shoved his cock inside Drew’s mouth. He then let his dick run across Drew’s lips leaving a trail of pre-cum. He plunged his body forward again and his dick once again parted Drew’s lips a little, even as Drew tried to force them shut, and Drew quickly turned his head away. Then he grabbed Drew’s cock and wanked it to full erection. Drew blushed with his dick so aroused even as he struggled against this chunky aggressor. He pushed his foot into Drew’s stomach and Drew gasped as he opened his mouth wide, giving his assaulter the time to push his manhood deep inside him. “Shut it, and suck my dick or you’ll get worse!” the guy warned. Drew tried to turn his head away, but the scorpion guy forced himself forward as more of his dick entered Drew’s mouth. This guy has his dick in Drew mouth and he couldn't manoeuvre away from him. This guy was strong and he wasn't backing off. Then he moved back until his dick pulled back out of Drew’s mouth and was about six inches away from Drew’s face pulsating in the air. It allowed Drew to gasp for air. The guy grabbed the back of Drew’s head with both hands and pulled forward. Drew tried to pull away but his dick was right against his lips. But Drew kept his mouth closed and wouldn't open it, so the guy grabbed his hair with one hand and with his other hand plugged Drew’s nose so he couldn't breathe. Drew tried to pull away, but he couldn't and I found he was running out of breath. "Stop fighting it!," he ordered, "You want my dick in your mouth!." “Just open your fucking mouth and taste what you really want." Drew couldn't struggle much longer. He was getting out of breath and he was too strong for him. So Drew tried to grab a quick breath of air and ended up allowing the man to enter Drew’s mouth with his raging hard cock! He held Drew’s head in place and started to thrust his hips forward and back as he fucked his face. He was moaning and breathing heavily as his dick moved in and out filling Drew’s mouth and throat and then back out just behind his lips. He got a rhythm going and started to pick up speed as Drew struggled to expel his cock. He pushed in harder. "That's it take my cock!," he urged Drew as he kept thrusting in and out of his mouth, Take my dick in your mouth." Each word he emphasized with a powerful thrust of his dick deeper into Drew’s throat. Drew grabbed his hips as he started to succumb to sucking his dick. "That's it, now you're doing it." Drew was being forced to do something that I didn't really want to do, but at the same time he was beginning to enjoy the experience as his cock began to spring to attention. Drew could feel this guy’s cock swelling and he was frightened he was about to cum. He desperately wanted to escape and then thought he had indeed been rescued when the sauna door opened and another member entered. His hopes, however, were immediately dashed, when this new guy said to the other guy. “Hmm, seems like you need some help, Guy, I’ll fetch Ross.” Initially this did bring some respite for Drew as his assaulter, removed his prick from Drew’s mouth, now dripping with pre-cum and dripping off his cock like a long piece of string. “I didn’t want to cum, just yet, I’ve got better plans for you!” The guy who’d interrupted the proceedings, returned with Ross, a much skinnier man, but whose muscles rippled from all the weight-lifting he had done in the gym. Both the new guys dropped their towels and set to work on Drew. With three of them now, Drew stopped trying to fight off his assailants and prepared himself to take their cocks. The second guy shoved his cock where scorpion guy’s cock had just been but a minute before, whereas Ross went down on Drew and sucked Drew’s cock to a tumescent erection. Scorpion guy just seemed to be enjoying the scene of Drew’s further degradation. The guy who was fucking Drew’s face was in his thirties and had a great toned body from his gym work, his cock was raging hard and he looked and sounded as if he wouldn’t last long. His load flowed across Drew’s tongue and filled his mouth with cum. Drew had to swallow as there was so much. Yet some still dribbled down his face. Meanwhile, the other guy was sucking Drew’s cock expertly and Drew felt as if he was, in turn going to blow his load. Drew couldn't believe that he was about to release his cum into another man’s mouth. But it was all too much for him and Drew exploded and the guy sucking my mouth expressed his satisfaction between letting gobs of spunk fall from his mouth, “God that taste’s good!” Was this to be the end of Drew’s ordeal? But, of course, he had forgotten his original assailant and current onlooker the man with the scorpion tattoo. He was stroking his hard cock and growled, "On your knees bitch." He wasn't asking and Drew didn't hesitate to obey. His cock still glistened with pre-cum, but he didn’t at first make use of his erection. Instead he started to finger- fuck Drew. Drew got worried about his intentions. Surely he wasn’t preparing to actually fuck him bare was he? The guy who’d been sucking Drew’s cock, now slammed his cock into Drew’s mouth. “Fuck that bitch's face. Scorpion guy encouraged him",” I think I'm ready to breed him." Without further ado, Drew heard the guy spit and then felt his hard cock forcefully push against Drew’s sphincter. Drew struggled to get out of this. “Hold him down,” he ordered the other two guys. “This guy’s mine for the taking!” He pushed his cock in hard and soon he was all the way into Drew’s virgin arse. “I love breeding tight virgin arse,” he exclaimed. He was clearly highly excited about breeding Drew’s arse and was breathing very heavily and thrusting in and out faster and faster. It was excruciatingly painful for Drew taking a cock for the first time. The other two guys were both encouraging him to breed him real good. They held Drew down firmly, so there was no way Drew could escape from scorpion guy’s fucking. Then with a loud grunt, scorpion guy held his dick in place firmly. Drew realised although he couldn’t feel anything, he must now be pouring his raw semen deep inside. Indeed as he pulled out, Drew could feel spunk running down his bollocks; so much spunk had been shot inside. But there was no rest for Drew, as the thin muscle guy immediately took over and thrust his meat easily into Drew, now lubricated by scorpion’s spunk. Then Drew was horrified by what he heard him tell him. “Take my poz cum too, you faggot!” Drew had just been forced to take loads of poz cum. There was no way Drew could get away and knew he was going to receive another toxic load as this guy picked up speed and ravaged his bottom. Again Drew felt this guy tense up and hold his dick firmly inside him as he spewed his toxic cum inside. As he withdrew, he wiped his prick over Drew’s lips. “Enjoy the taste!” he insisted. The three men then left the sauna, knowing they had taught this newbie how to take dick!

Day 3, Part 1 Chris woke to Colin marking his back from the fuck the night before. "On your knees outside the tent. I want a blowjob" Colin said pushing Chris's shoulder until he was fully awake. Chris crawled out of the tent and assumed his position on his knees, waiting for Colin to come out. Colin waited a few minutes, wanting to make sure everyone saw Chris on his knees, waiting for him, and then came out of the tent pulling his shorts down. "Suck, faggot" Colin commanded. Chris wasn't sure how he wanted to handle this, but in the end decided to give Colin the best head he had ever had. While he knew it was going to be a lot of work, he was going to edge Colin for a while until his balls hurt. He sucked his cock, sucked and licked his balls, nursed on the head, deepthroated, lapped at his cock and did whatever he could to get Colin close and then backed way off. He saw the other guys in the distance watching him suck at first. The longer he went the closer everyone came until they were circled around him. A few were stroking but most were enjoying Chris torture Colin without him realizing it. Chris knew that Colin wasn't used to anyone spending this much time sucking him and rather than facefuck Chris to get off, he just let the blowjob keep going at Chris's pace. After 30 minutes, Chris got him close again and then leaned back and stood up. "My jaw is sore. I'm done" Chris said as he walked over to the water's edge and started to piss. He heard several of the guys laugh. "Get the fuck back here and finish the job!" Colin yelled out. Chris just kept pissing out the end of the cock cage. His dick was pretty ripe by now and while he had been told no one was allowed to bathe, he walked into the water until he was waist deep and let the water run by for a minute. "You just said you wanted me to suck. It's up to you to shoot" Chris said, almost laughing. Walking back toward the tent he could see the pained look on Colin's face. He was thinking about just stroking him and watching him shoot his load on to the sand, but he remembered Ken's instructions on the first day - no wasted loads. Chris got back on his knees and started to suck his cock again, this time making sure that he emptied his balls down his throat. The group ate breakfast and Chris kept waiting to be told to get ready to be fucked again. They cleaned up the campsite and Ken told everyone to pack up and get everything in the canoes. As Chris put the last of their stuff in the canoe, Ken came up and put his arm around Chris. "No morning breeding today, just make sure you get at least one load from everyone during the day" Ken said. Chris nodded and pushed the canoe into the water and got in. They paddled slowly downriver for a while as a group and then a few guys took off. Chris and Colin were following Steve, his son, Ken and Les. An hour later Chris saw Les wave them toward the shore.

Part 1: Strict Upbringing All my life I grew up Catholic. It’s all I knew. My parents had me in church every time the door was opened. I even attended a catholic school. We were surrounded by other Catholics like my parents. My friends had to be like minded. Going outside to play with others was closely monitored as well. Honestly school wasn’t bad. Father Frances was in charge and he was actually pretty cool. I would often help out around the church just so I didn’t have to be around my parents. As I grew older I started realizing I was gay. Being Catholic I was told it was wrong and gay people were an abomination of God. Feeling scared that I didn’t want to burn in hell I sought the advice of Father Frances. He was very understanding and said that as I got older the feeling would go away. But it didn’t. It got stronger. At 18 finally I knew I had to do something about the urges I was feeling. Again I sought out Father Frances and he led me into his office to talk. As I sat down I began to cry because I was scared of going to hell. Father Frances helped calm me down and asked me to describe my fantasies in detail. I told him that I wanted to suck off several men at one time while another man forced himself into my butt. I wanted nothing more than to serve men and their needs with no regard for my penis. I wanted the man who took my virginity to hold power over me and to own me. In honesty I looked at Father Frances and told him I wanted to serve him. Now Father Frances is around 45 with jet black hair. He stands about 6’6” and weighs around 225. I on the other hand stand maybe 5’3” and weight 110 pounds. My penis is very small and has no thickness whatsoever. I measured myself hard one time and I was barely 2 inches hard. Father Frances looked at me with a grin and then walked over to me. He told me to remove my clothes and then remove his. As soon as I got his underwear off I was hit in the face a nice thick probably 10 inch cock that looked angry. Nice mushroom head that was already leaking precum. He told me that I must seek atonement for my sins. I begged him for absolute atonement as he slid his cock down my throat. I actually took him rather easily and realized I didn’t have a gag reflex. So Father Frances slowly fucked my mouth with his huge cock. After a while he took his cock out of my mouth and had me bend over his desk. As I had my ass in the air I begged Father Frances for forgiveness for my sins. I was willing to do whatever it took for my atonement. Father Frances grabbed my underwear and stuffed them into my mouth. He then grabbed my hips, lined his cock up with my hole, and rammed his huge cock inside my ass with one quick thrust. It hurt like a son of a bitch and I started crying. He bent forward and whispered in my ear that he was HIV POSITIVE and and he wanted to help me with my atonement. He asked me if I knew about HIV and I nodded my head yes. Him talking actually made me forget about the pain in my ass. He asked me if I still wanted him to breed me with his PIZ load and I nodded yes in approval. He slowly started fucking me just a little at first until I was loose enough for him to pick up the pace. He told me as he fucked me that being a gay bottom I would need forgiveness on a regular basis. Whenever he demanded my presence I was to show up without question. I nodded yes and him telling me that and my penis started squirting cum. My hole tightened around Father Frances’ cock and he shot what seemed like a gallon of cum in my ass. Once he finished he pulled out and forced me to my knees to clean his cock. But first I had to ask him to forgive me of my sins. I did notice that blood on his cock so I knew it was only a matter of time before I was poz. After I finished asking Father Frances for forgiveness he slid his cock in my mouth and fucked my mouth to help clean his cock. He must have face fucked me for over an hour before he said he was going to cum down my throat. I was grateful because my throat had become numb at this point. He shot several thick loads down my throat which actually helped with my soreness. Before pulling out he started pissing down my throat which caught me off guard. I swallowed as much as I could and one he finished he got up and put his clothes back on. I started to do the same but he stopped me. He told me to get back on my knees and wait. He left the office and appeared several minutes later with another member of the church. Father Frances introduced me as the church whore and I needed a lot of forgiveness for all the sins I was about to commit. I got so turned on that I kissed Father Frances’ feet and said thank you Father. He patted me on my head and I began my forbidden journey into the world of sin with the help of Father Frances.

Part Four In the bedroom, Dan set a chair up next to the foot of the bed where he could sit back and relax and watch all of the action while sipping a cold beer. The three men had come prepared -evidently one of them ran home on a break to collect a few necessities. First up was a blindfold. They told me that it didn't matter if I could see them or not, and they had a few surprises in store. I glanced quickly at Dan and, from the look on his face, he was a little uncomfortable. I was instructed onto all 4’s in the middle of the bed. I felt the cool wetness of some lube being smeared around my hole, and then shoved in with first one, then two, then three fingers. They prodded and twisted, and I felt they were definitely trying to scratch me up for their virus to enter my body. I was so horny I didn’t say a word or yelp from the little sharp pains every time they nicked me. Once the fingers were removed I heard Dan speak for the first time. “What the fuck is that for?” From his tone I could tell he was concerned. “We’re gonna brush that ass inside to get it a little raw for our toxic loads." Surprise number one, I guess. "That alright with you, whore?” he asked me. “You act like a slut all week, you get treated like a slut.” That was a little ominous and I began to wonder just what I thought I was doing here. Getting fucked by an entire crew of construction workers was extreme enough for me. But this? What was I thinking? But I wasn’t thinking. My hormones had completely taken control. And in that moment I really needed to feel used again. “Just please fuck me,” I begged. I was in heat! I’d gotten used to regular dicking all week and today had been agony, my only fuck from Dan before he started work. I heard Dan laugh. “I guess you better do what the slut says.” I felt what was probably a not-so-small bottle brush being shoved into my hole. Given that I’d been pounded so much this week, my hole was pretty open by now, so without it squeezing shut and offering resistance, the brush actually stimulated my hole. It’s not like it would tear me so much as rough me up -which was fine by me. It felt good, nonetheless. And I started backing my ass up to it, and then fucking myself with it. The three poz construction workers laughed at me. “Jesus, I never seen a slut fucking himself with the brush before and like it. This pig likes it -look at his dick. Hard as rock and dripping precum.” “Yeah, this pig needs our seed in him bad. You don’t get to be that slutty without joining the club,” another of them said. “What club?” Dan asked. “The biohazard club. For poz guys -we get to fuck anyone we want, any time, anywhere. Never worry about condoms or other bugs. It’s all inside us and we love spreading the seed.” “Fuck,” was all I heard from Dan’s side of the room, and it was more of an aside comment. I don’t think he was turned on anymore. That was more than enough chit-chat for all of us, and the guy who had control of the bottle brush slid it out of my ass and immediately thrust his entire length into me. Fuck it felt good! A nice dick to start the night, about 6 ½ or 7 inches, I’d say. Decent thickness but not too thick. The kind of dick you could ride hard and be happy to take any time of the day or night. He grabbed hold of my hips and just set to fucking, balls deep in and then almost all the way out. Repeat. Again and again. He didn’t vary his strokes or change position. He was a man on a mission and his mission was to deliver a deadly dose of cock venom into my guts. The other guys stood behind where they could watch, cheering him on, demanding he blast his nut into me so they could have their turn. He snorted through his nose, rammed me extra hard and fast a few times, and then shoved in hard and deep. Standing totally still, making a combo growl/snort through his nose, his dick throbbed and throbbed inside my ass, pumping me with his poz cum. That first load felt so good, I swear I felt every drop of it enter me. And he held still, draining his balls, for over a minute. I knew I’d passed the turning point and there was no going back. In that moment I was too horny to care, anyway. Finally he eased his sensitive cock out of my ass, immediately replaced by the second fucker of the night. His dick was about the same length as the first but much thicker. It took a little pressure to get my ass to yawn open big enough to allow him to start entering me. I could almost feel the first fucker standing off to the side. Dan commented, “Dude, your dick is all . . . it’s all bloody.” He sounded mortified. Seconds later I heard him murmur, “I’ve got to get out of here.” Seconds later I heard the bedroom door click shut behind him. Dan I don’t know what I am doing here. I don’t know what I’m doing all this week. Before coming here I never would have thought of any of this. Sex with other men? One time in that ass is all it took to mess me up. But these guys? They’re too much. This is all too much. The rest of the crew just got sucked or fucked and were out for a good time, to pump his ass full of loads. But these guys? It’s like they’re on a mission. They’re not fucking for pleasure. They’re fucking with purpose. They’re deliberately making his ass susceptible to their diseases. What the fuck? What am I doing here? When Dan saw that big bloody dick coming out of that destroyed ass, his dick was hard as rock. But his stomach dropped down somewhere in the vicinity of his toes. He couldn’t handle it, so he quickly made his excuses and disappeared out the door. Back to our regularly scheduled program . . . I felt my stomach plummet for a moment. Dan thought I was too slutty now. He wouldn’t want anything to do with me. The low feelings didn’t stick around long, though, as the second cock began to penetrate further into me, stretching my opening at an almost painfully slow pace. This guy didn’t just slam into me all the way. He took his time, which he seemed to savour, anyway. He loved feeling my tunnel opening up for every inch he shoved inside of me. “Mmm, that’s it, baby, open that bitch hole up for this fat dick. Tell me you love it and you want every drop of what I got.” “I fucking want it all in me!” I yelled, shoving myself backwards, raping my own ass with his thick dick. It hurt but in the best possible way. “Fuckin’ cum hungry slut can’t wait to get this meat inside. Take it, bitch! Love that big fat dick.” As he bottomed out in my ass and started fucking slowly, the first breeder crawled onto the bed in front of me and yanked the blindfold off. “Fuck this,” he said, tossing the blindfold aside. “I don’t care that you’re seeing us. You already got me in you -and begged for it!” They were all sexy guys, each in a different way. This one was probably the shortest of the entire crew -which doesn’t mean too much. He’s still taller than most people, just not over six feet like the rest of them. His face was a little rough looking, but none of these guys was in his 20’s anymore. They’ve all lived and partied hard. Regardless, he’s good looking no matter what. He shimmied closer to me to have me lick his cock clean while the other man worked at speeding up his thrusts now that my ass had swallowed him up entirely. The dick in my mouth tasted of blood and cum. Quite a lot of blood from the look of the dick. It was darker than pink, but not too bad. Somehow knowing that I was bleeding around them really made me horny, and I sucked that dick better than I ever sucked anyone before. And he noticed. “Good dick sucker. He’s getting me hard again. I’m gonna have to nail that ass again after you guys have your turn.” I was in a total body high at this point. Between the cumtastic dick in my mouth, the amazing sloppy mess that my ass had become, and the big dick now pounding me, I was on cloud 9. The dick in my ass sped up, slowed down, sped up again. He liked to vary his strokes, which was quite enjoyable. The slower he would enter me, the better it was to focus on every ridge and ripple of his cock. The sensations were incredible. The guy in my mouth eventually pulled away and went back behind me with the others to watch my hole being pulverised. It was only a few minutes later that my fucker yelled, “Here it fuckin’ comes, faggot! Take that toxic load, whore!”. His slams were really frantic and hard. Some guys shove in and drain their balls, but this guy fucked harder and faster all throughout his orgasm, his dick working the loads into my ass walls and my bloodstream. The reality of it really sunk in, then. I am going to get infected with HIV tonight. I still felt so horny I didn’t bother to question it. Sure, some part of my brain was probably trying to get my attention and ask if I’d thought this through. I didn’t have to. I knew this is what I needed. His cock eventually slithered out of my used hole and I felt the bed shift as he got off and the last guy took his place. The new guy had a cock very similar to the last, so he kept my hole feeling stuffed as he worked his entire length into me. In the meantime, his predecessor came around for me to lick his cock clean. More cum and bloody streaks, but I did not hesitate. It all still tasted yummy! “Come on, guys, we need to trash this pig hole,” my fucker said. He was working up a good rhythm now, my slack hole slurping over his cock with every plunge into my depths. This is what some asses were made for -and mine certainly was! Seconds later I felt more pressure at my hole. My first fucker had slipped underneath me, and I thought maybe he was trying to finger me along with the dick, but it turned out to be his cock. He had said he wanted to fuck me again, and they were determined to trash my hole, so I guess double-dicking me was the next logical step. Not that my ass was in agreement. Involuntarily, I found my hole was clamping down hard to try and keep him out. One big dick in my butt was enough. Or so I thought. I guess my ass was slick enough with lube, cum, and blood, that somehow he managed to pop his head in. I let out a gasp from shock and pain. I knew that if their bottle brush hadn’t done enough damage, the double penetration sure did. I was torn -literally. “Fuck, it hurts,” I breathed through clenched teeth. “That’s a lot of dick in me,” I added, going into some relaxation breathing. They took turns plunging into me, sliding along each other's cocks in the process, a nice added stimulation for them, I guess. And then they got into a groove with them both fucking me simultaneously, which really stretched me open and made me feel FULL. Every plunge literally fucked the air from my lungs. It felt like I was being punched in the gut, and the impact travelled right up to my throat. There was so much going on back there, they didn’t last long together. Within ten minutes both men announced they were shooting their loads in me, and I felt red hot liquid splashing my insides. It was hot and stung from all of the exposed tears in my hole. I was going to be feeling this breeding session for days to come. They all stood behind me, whistling, and apparently taking pictures of their handy work. The guy who hadn’t just been in me came around and held his phone out for me to see. All around my hole and down the back of my legs, I was slick with pink cum and some bolder streaks of blood. My hole was gaping wide open and you could actually see inside me. Fucking unreal! While I was distracted looking at the phone, I felt one of the guys shove what must have been a very long, very thick snake-like dildo up my hole. It stretched me and penetrated me deep. He pushed it in deep, then yanked hard almost all the way out. And then he pushed it deeper the next time. "Got to work those toxic loads in you, man. Get them in nice and deep so they don't ever want to come out." A few more minutes of this exquisite torture and he yanked it out hard. These guys weren't out to make me feel good, not really. They didn't care that they were damaging my asshole. They wanted me damaged, destroyed, broken in. Receptive to their virus. The guy taking pictures tossed his phone down on the bed beside me and then asked, “Ready for round 2?” right before painfully jabbing his big dick into my slack hole. Even with the heavy use it hurt. But I still backed up onto him. While the first fucker had already gone for round two, he was more than happy to go for round three after the other two delivered their deadly loads in me. I’d never felt so exhausted and used up. We were all drenched in sweat, and my bedroom absolutely stank of sweat and cum. “Let us know if that takes, faggot,” one of the other guys said, while they all got their clothes back on. “If it doesn’t, we’ll have a repeat. And maybe bring along a few other friends who have higher viral loads than us.” One of the other guys piped in just then. “Fuck that -we will be back. Your ass will never be the same. We’re gonna keep pumping that trashed hole until you get sick. And then we’ll pump it some more. That’s when your immune system is good and low. Great time to take more toxic loads.” He gave me a stinging slap on my ass and added, “Sleep well, slut.” At that, they all quietly left. I heard the front door click closed behind them, but I was so exhausted I couldn’t get up just yet to lock it. And then I couldn’t help it, I collapsed on the bed and drifted off to sleep, laying there completely naked, my lower half drenched in sweat and cum and blood. I must have been a sight. Dan As soon as I left the house I jumped in my truck and took off. But I was so confused I didn’t know where to go. Plus my dick was still hard as fucking rock in my pants. I had to adjust myself a couple of times and finally couldn’t take it anymore and had to open my pants for some relief. I just hoped I didn’t get pulled over for some reason. I found myself only driving a few blocks away before circling back. On the second turn around the neighbourhood I pulled into the parking lot of a convenience store to collect my thoughts. All I could think about was the slut back at the house. And even though I felt disgusted by what I’d left going on back there, my cock just wouldn’t deflate. If anything it was harder than ever. And leaking crazy amounts of precum. I was a mess. Without thinking I began swiping up the puddles of precum from my crotch and stomach, and then licked it from my fingers. I’d never even considered that before, but it actually tasted good. And it made my dick throb more now that I was thinking about licking up my own juices. And then the thought of juices brought my mind right back to where this all started. The slut. My stomach was still somewhere down in my feet, but I knew where I needed to be. I started the truck again and drove. The conclusion of the evening of debauchery . . . While I was asleep, a part of me was still conscious enough to be thinking about everything I’d done this week. How low I’d sunk. If anyone who knows me knew that I’d let an entire construction crew breed me -repeatedly!- they would be mortified. But somehow I just couldn’t bring myself to regret it. It’s like that was the missing part in my life. I’d always harboured feelings of wanting to be used by multiple men, but never acted on it before. Not to this extent. But it felt natural. This is what I was meant to be. A cumdump. Probably a diseased one now, but even that thought didn’t deter me the way it might have a week ago. As these thoughts registered, I found myself coming more awake. And that’s when I felt the bed shifted from the weight of someone laying down behind me. Seconds later a hard cock slipped into my sloppy ass, and I felt a kiss on the side of my neck. “Sorry I took off like that,” Dan said. “I had some thinking to do,” he added as he slowly pumped me while we both lay on our sides. “And?” I asked, my heart and stomach both doing flip-flops. “And I’m right where I need to be,” he replied before driving his hard cock into me balls-deep. It’s where I wanted him to be, too. The End (for now) . . . Or Just The Beginning . . .

Day 3, Part 3 Chris felt Colin get yanked out of his hole and Steve was shoving his hard cock back in. Steve let out a loud moan and began to fuck Chris's wet hole. "Yeah, everyone has been raving about your ass. You're going to make a good addition to the club" Steve whispered to Chris while he drilled harder. Chris was surprised at how good Steve was at fucking ass. Two weeks earlier he thought the guy was totally straight and maybe even homophobic but not any more. Steve planted his cock in all the way and growled loudly while his cock pumped another load into Chris's cum hole. "Gimme a chance, Steve. I want to feel all that really hot seed on my cock" Ken said. Steve gave one last hard shove and pulled out. Chris could feel Ken's muscled body pressed against his back and then he felt both arms wrap around him. Ken rubbed his cock up and down Chris's ass crack, covering it in the cum that was leaking out of Chris's well used hole. Ken pushed in and stood there for a minute marveling at the sloppy cunt. His hips started to rock and Ken's strokes got longer and longer while grunting each time. Chris was moaning just as loud as Ken was grunting, loving how his cock was churning the cum in his guts. It didn't last much longer though and Ken's cock started to throb, adding even more cum to Chris's hole. Les pulled out his marker and was adding the 4 more lines on Chris's back when they heard some rustling behind them. "Mighty nice lookin' cumdump you got there. Mind if my son and I add ours?" the older guy said. Chris strained his neck but couldn't see the guy or his son. They both had fishing poles and tackle boxes in their hands and were dressed similarly in baggy cargo shorts and no shirt. Steve looked them over and chuckled, wondering if they knew what they were getting into. The dad, Tom, looked like many late 40's dads with a little fur on his chest, a few extra pounds and a several days scruff on his face. A well worn baseball cap hid his balding head. His son was in his early 20's, about the same 5 foot 10 height as his dad but skinny, had long bright red hair pulled back in a pony tail and only a little body hair below his navel and in his pits. "Sure, just make it quick. We need to get back on the river" Ken said. The dad pushed his son, Jay, toward Chris and the son looked a little shocked. He walked slowly up to Chris, unbuttoning his shorts and then taking them off. As he got behind Chris, he pushed his white briefs down and stroked his cock. He looked around and saw everyone watching him. "Don't be nervous Jay, just fuck the slut" his dad said. Chris could sense Jay's nervousness but once his dick was inside Chris, all that vanished. Jay slowly built up speed and quietly said "Oh my fucking god... you are so loaded with cum." It only took a few more minutes of fucking Chris's cum filled hole before Jay couldn't hold back. He groaned as he emptied his balls. Jay felt his dad's hand on his shoulder and backed away, giving his dad a chance at Chris's ass. Tom had no nervousness and it was obvious to everyone that he had fucked guys with an audience before. Unlike his son, Tom didn't start slow and began thrusting into Chris's pussy and just got harder until a few minutes later was dumping his seed into the mix inside Chris's chute. Everyone started to turn to head back to the canoes and Steve let out a loud laugh. Andy had awakened and was kneeling in front of Jay, sucking his cum covered cock. Les was about to untie Chris and yelled out "Andy, get your ass over here!" Andy bobbed a few more times and got up, licking his lips clean as he walked quickly over behind Chris. His dick was already hard and he just shoved it into Chris's loose hole. He fucked hard and fast until he began to shoot. Chris was trying to tally up all the loads he had taken and realized he had lost count. At least there were the marks on his back so he could find out at the end of the trip.

Part 2: Feeding My Sins As I kissed Father Frances’ feet the other gentleman had removed his clothes. He was maybe mid 30’s with a nice clean body. In shape but not over muscular. About an 8 inch cock that was thick as Father Frances. And a scorpion tattoo just above his cock. This man was gentle with me. He allowed to take his cock at my own pace. I wrapped my hand around his cock and gently stroked for a couple of minutes. Then I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly eased my way down his cock. Within a minute I had his cock buried in my throat. He gently face fucked me at first. It was nice but I realized I needed to be treated rough. Father Frances realized this as well and told the gentleman to abuse my mouth. With that he grabbed me by the back of my head and really started giving me a proper face fucking. This was my heaven. I definitely enjoyed being used roughly. After several minutes the gentleman pulled his cock from my mouth and had me bend over the desk. He rammed his cock up my ass which felt wonderful thanks to already having Father Frances’ load from earlier. Apparently I was moaning a little too loud because Sister Mary came in and told Father Frances I could be heard down the hall. I was both in ecstasy and panic being caught by Sister Mary. She quickly removed her panties and stuffed them in my mouth to stifle my moaning. The gentleman never let up pounding my ass. Before leaving Sister Mary told me to stop by her office after I was finished pleasing Father Frances and Mike. Mike was apparently the guy’s name who was fucking me. He started really picking up the pace and started fucking me harder. Within a few minutes he let out a low grunt and dumped a bigger load in my ass than Father Frances had. After he finished cumming in my ass mike pulled out and removed the panties from my mouth. And I quickly got on my knees and cleaned his cock for him. Once he was satisfied he pulled his cock out of my mouth and kissed me gently on the lips. He got dressed and left me and Father Frances alone in his office. I was still on my knees when Father Frances told me to put the panties on. He had me get back down on my knees and he had me crawl to Sister Mary’s office. Father Frances stayed in his office but before I left he told me that I could no longer leave the church unless it was under his and Sister Mary’s supervision. I said Yes Father before crawling out of his office and into Sister Mary’s office. Once inside her office she quickly shut the door and stuffed my mouth with another pair of panties. She then gave me a shot in my butt cheek and before I knew it I collapsed onto the floor. I awoke some time later in bed but not my own. Something felt different on my body and once I regained some thought I discovered the source. I quickly realized that my life no longer was my own.

For the past few months I've been going back and forth on whether or not to make a move on my cousin. I found him on grindr and he's really hot. I was really close to asking him if he'd ever want to fool around when we were alone in my car over the holidays but I panicked and backed out. Yesterday I finally just said "screw it" and hit him up on grindr. I was so nervous that my stomach felt sick and my legs were burning and wobbly. But he hit me back, then he texted me and invited me over to his house! We both still live with our parents and it felt weird going to my aunt and uncle's house to do this so I asked if we could stay outside. He had me pull my car in the garage and got in, and we talked for a little bit. I told him I was a total bottom so my dick was off limits, then we kissed and it felt like I was having an orgasm. He's such an amazing kisser! Then I unbuttoned his pants and took his dick out and stroked it while we made out, then I gave him a blow job! It was incredible and my head was spinning the whole time. When he came I sat up and swallowed, then I asked if he wanted to hang out at my place. He's coming over today to fuck me and I'm so excited! I've been cleaning my room and waiting for my mom to go to work so I can text him and tell him to come over. I haven't been this nervous and excited about anything in a long time.

If I were to attend MAL, this is what I would wish for. It's the first night of MAL. I've already spent some time mingling with people in the lobby. Enjoying the eye candy, exchanging glances with other men, drinking a few beers. My cock is hard and I cannot wait to get into more comfortable and easy access gear and check out a dance party at one of the clubs. I change into my new leather harness and jock strap, slip into my favorite pair of boots, and grab my cowboy hat. I lube my ass up, because I am not coming home without a load in me and want to make things easier for any willing tops. My ass looks great in this leather jock. The harness attaches to it and I'm already getting my codpiece wet with pre-cum thinking about the possibilities. We get to the club, where it's packed, loud and smells like raw sex. I'm in heaven. There are several levels, so I check out each one, trying to find a good opportunity for some cock. As I go up, the levels get a little less crowded, and on the third floor I find a decent sized dance floor, with a few people here and there, and then I spot him. This gorgeous hunk, about my height, hairy, thick build, beard and devilish smile. I look at him, and catch him looking back. He's dancing slowly to the music, and notice that his cock is out, hanging low, with a 0 gauge PA pulling it down. I have always wanted a PA fuck, could this be my lucky day? I start dancing and slowly get closer to this man, I dance so that my ass is facing him. It looks good in this jock, nice and firm. Will it catch his attention? It's looking like it. He starts dancing and moving my way, and I notice his cock slowly getting larger and starting to defy gravity. I start backing my ass up closer to his direction, and eventually, I bump into him. By this time, I can feel the cold metal of his PA right at the top of my ass cheeks. That is the perfect height. I start pushing my ass up against his crotch, feeling his hard cock fully against my ass, opening up my cheeks with his thickness. He starts slowly grinding up against me, with his cock sliding up and down my crack. I can feel the metal graze against my hole and it sends all the right signals to my brain. He grabs me by the harness, pulls me close, turns my head with his hands and starts to kiss me as he grinds into me more. I can smell cigar and beer in his breath and beard. His cock is looking for my hole, I can feel it moving near my hole and look for that alignment as we adjust our bodies to help. Suddenly, we hit that right spot and his pierced head catches my hole just right, so that instead of sliding up and down, it starts finding its way into me. Thanks to my planning and how horny and turned on I am, my hole is ready for his cock. The pierced head starts sliding in, and I start pushing back into him to help it go in deeper. It doesn't take long before he bottoms out against me, and I feel his full cock inside me. It's just the right size, and the PA hits my prostate. FUCK, this random guy is balls deep in me, RAW, in public, and it is everything I have dreamed of. The song changes and the beat picks up, which is perfect as we start going into a full fuck, and no one can tell what we are doing. He fills me with his cock with every thrust. My cock is rock hard. He pulls me into him with his arms. As we kiss, I beg him to breed me. He puts his mouth to my ear and says "I already did".

Just about 20 minutes ago I was fucked tag teamed by "2 dom Egyptian masters" in my parents house. In the guests room the door was unlocked, I was nude, hole up in the air on all fours waiting for them in the bed. As a bitch I keep my pussy always ready to take their dicks clean and lubed up.😈 I heard the door open and they walked in, One of them said: "Ooof Fuck, what a sub slutty son of bitch" I Got fucked by both of them in my throat, my pussy hard and rough enough, choking me and being super aggressive. I tried to be quiet, but you know how it is. My mother and sis was upstair of course they can heard the sound of dicks smack into my pussy. 🤫😂 One of them was really thick huge dick around 10 inch I sucked him to hardness. After the 2nd loaded my hole switched places and I cleaned his dick while the huge dick guy fucked me. He slid it into my hole and kept calling me a slut, a whore and a faggot for having such a sloppy cumfilled hole. Even I could hear the splat and squirt of the cum in my ass being pushed in and pulled out. I try to grabbing his hips and ass pulling him further, I just took it like a champ. / After 5 hours and half from getting fucked, finally I have... ((8 loads inside my pussy and 1 load down in my throat.)) 😈😈😍

Rod called home and told his mom, he would be late again. She asked if he was helping a friend. Yes was his response. He hurried to Jerry's as soon as he could leave. His ass ached. The lock on his chastity cage was far too big and his pants bulged. It forced his balls back and they hurt. He didn't care. He wanted what was waiting for him. He wanted it with all he had ever wanted anything. The door was locked this time. Rod pushed the buzzer. The door opened and Rod was pulled in by the lock on his chastity cage. It hurt and Rod didn't care. It was dark and a light shone on Rod. Routine, Rod, routine. Rod stripped. The bright light went out and Rod could see five, no six guys. Jerry and Butch were there with Dom, but there were four guys he had never seen before. Dom simply said, "Tonight is your night. We will have you turned out be 10 and on your way home. Bitch, meet your Masters, your betters." Rod looked on in awe. The were all hung like oxen. "Men this is my Bitch, you will all dump two loads in him tonight and he will be plugged. If you need to shit, do it now, my bitch will clean your ass with his tongue,"Dom announced. Only one man headed to the John. Dom pushed Rod toward that room. Habit caused Rod to kneel in the tub shower. Dom gave him piss. 2 others did too, One just pissed on him. The tallest guy commented on the size of Rod's clit. Dom said, "Tell him what you have there, Bitch." Rod responded, "I have Dom's little clitty." The guy said, "Isn't it a dick?" Rod answered, "No, it is Dom's little clitty. I have a little clitty, no dick." " Good training," the guy responded. No more time was wasted. Rod was on the bed, face down, ass up. Each man took his turn in that sweet ass. "What is it that I'm fucking," asked the tall one. "Dom's pussy," Rod responded. When the first round was complete, Rod's ass was open and loose. Second round opened him even wider. They made him beg for the second round. When the last thrust took place, Rod was pretty exhausted. Dom produced a large buttplug, shoved it in Rod's ass, and told him to take it out in the morning, and shit what was left of the cum out. He produced an ever larger lock and place it on Rod's little caged cock. It felt like a lead weight. They told him to head for home. He dressed, The walk wasn't easy. The lock was misery. There was a note on the fridge, Mom and Dad had gone to the movies. Rod walked up the stairs, balls aching and into the bathroom. He showered and crawled into bed. He wondered what tomorrow would bring. Somehow, he knew. He was now just a cumdump, he was Dom's cumdump with little clitty and cunt.

This happened in the late 70s when I was around 27 yrs old. I worked at GM in Oklahoma City, got off at 3 each day, so I had a couple free hours before I had to be home for the wife. There is a public park, Trosper Park, in Midwest City area. It was very active then, still is pretty active today, but they've done everything they can to limit the activity, shutting down and demolishing the public bathrooms, putting up fencing to keep people from going into the woods on trails, etc. I used to go down those trails. The cum soaked tissues, rubbers filled with cum, made me hornier every time as I imagined the guys who fucked and sucked in those woods. Anyway, I parked near one of two public bathrooms. The men's side was very busy, guys coming and going, a few naked horn dogs would occasionally stand at the door, waving their hard dicks to the world. I finally got up the nerve to tuck my cock back in my Levi's and walk to the bathroom. A nice looking guy was wanking at the urinals. Two booths were occupied. I stepped up beside him and we jerked each other for a bit. The danger of being caught was an added, exciting boost to my sex drive. It must have worked for him, too, cause he stiffened his body, moaned, and shot his load, splattering the porcelain of the urinal. He quickly tucked, zipped, and left without finishing me. Damn. I heard the guys in the booths, noisily sucking. Then one yelled, shi, I'm cumming. He said thanks, man, and quickly left. I moved into the empty stall. There was a good sized glory hole. It made me horny, thinking how his dick was through that hole, pulsing his load into a waiting mouth. So, I stepped up, slid my 8 inch cock through the hole. A warm hand jacked me, then a warm, wet mouth took me in. Oh shit it felt great. I just wanted more. He stopped. I pulled back and a big uncut cock pushed through. At that time I had never sucked. I did6really want to, so I just jacked him. That must have frustrated him as he pulled back and said, come over here, kid. The booths didn't have doors. I waddled around to his side, pants at my knees. He was a chubby, short, very hairy old guy. He told me he would hum my cock and removed his dentures. That was kind of gross. But it felt so good that I gave in. He worked my cock like magic, smooth, wet, slick, his tongue dancing all over my dick. He stood up. Pushing me into the back of the stall, forcing me to bend forward, I felt his big uncut, dripping cock head against my ass. I had never had anal sex. But I was so turned on, I yielded to this old troll, letting him penetrate and push forward. It hurt so much I saw stars and cried out. He let me adjust to his size, then began to fuck me. I gradually relaxed and my prostate was being battered by his blunt cock with each shove forward. My dick was painfully hard and I just wanted the old man to use my ass. Hugging me tight. His hairy abdomen was pushed against my smooth back, his dick pistoning into my bowels, he grunts and shoves deep. His cum pulses into me. Over and over. My cock pulses and I moan making a big mess all over the porcelain potty as my cum splatters. He pulls out, turns me around, forces me to sit in my own cum on the stool and makes me clean off his cum and ass juice-covered cock. It was disgusting and hot at the same time. Thanks, kid, he said. Zipped up and left. I sat there, stunned, as more guys came in and did their thing. I finally got up, cleaned my ass up, left for home. I visited the park many times and he sucked me off several times. His gummy buds were too fantastic to turn down. Replies? Similar experiences? Krob73045@gmail.com

I just got back from stopping at Peepland ABS here in Vegas. It was a slow morning there. But, I did get to suck off a hot cock from a tall black man with a butt ugly face. I got to the store about 8am. There were only 2 cars in the lot. I went into the arcade and found 2 red lights on. I tried the first door. Unlocked. I opened the door and the young, 20'something guy inside brushed me away. I then tried the next occupied booth. But the door was locked. So, I went to the empty booth at the end of the hall, closed the door, but kept it unlocked. And sat down to watch a movie and wait. About 5 minutes later I heard the door alarms and turnstiles at both the main door and at the arcade door both chime. So, someone new has shown up. Very shortly my booth door opened and an extremely tall, skinny, butt ugly black guy in his early 60's walked into my booth. He glanced me up and down, then flipped the lock on the door and came all the way in the large booth. Now, you all know that I love nothing more that black dick. But there was just something about this man that wasn't particularly appealing to me. Everything about his appearance was in the exteem. Extremely tall, extremely skinny, extremely wrinkled and weathered face and hands. His face had an odd, misshaped quality to it. He just stood in front of me, off to the side of the TV screen, but didn't make a move to pull out his dick or to reach for mine, which is what normally happens in these booths as soon as the door closes. He seemed quite nervous, unsure and awkward. Since I wasn't finding him particularly attractive, I was debating whether to reach for his cock or not? But, I have to say that his nervous and awkward demeanor was a turn on. So, I finally reached in my pocket, pulled a couple of dollar bills from my pocket, fed the video machine, pulled out my poppers and reached for his crotch. He let me feel his cock, which felt ample, but was soft. I pulled his belt toward me and he lurched closer to me, nearly stumbling. He made no effort to undo his belt or zipper. So, I reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it. I pulled his zipper down and reached under his boxers to feel his cock. He jumped a bit when I did that, but then relaxed and let me continue to feel his dick. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees and then took his soft cock into my mouth. He slowly grew as I sucked. He grew to a nice 7 inches with a giant mushroom head covered with ample foreskin. Once he was fully hard, he pulled his pants to his ankles and stepped out of his pants and boxers. Kicking them aside. While he did this, I took some deed drags on my poppers. Then went back to sucking on his foreskin. He was relaxing and now making some soft moans as I worshipped his black manhood. He reached down to my tits and felt them through my shirt. I lifted my hoodie up over my head, hooking it around the back of my neck, exposing my chest for him. He now pinched and pulled on my nipples as I sucked him. By now, he was really into this. He was whispering in a soft voice, "Yeah, fag. Suck my black dick". "Nice cocksucker." "Fuck, yeah! You cockfucking whore". He said all of this so softly, it was difficult to even hear over the sound of the movie. But, it was a real turn on to hear him enjoying it. "Show me your cunt, faggot." Wow! That awkward, nervous guy that walked into my booth had now turned into a DOM, Top that was taking control. I stood, fed a few more dollar bills into the video machine. I turned and bent over the chair that is bolted to the concrete floor. I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. I pulled my shirt off and balled all my clothes up to use as a padding against the hard chair. As well as keep my pockets secure from sticky fingers that we occasionally run into in these types of booths. I took a deep drag on my poppers and spit on my fingers. Wiping the spit on my asshole to give some lube. "Spit on my hole and on your cock, please", I asked. He did. He spit a couple of times on my hole. He spit on his fingers and put it on the head of his cock. Then he stepped up to my ass and rubbed his mushroom head on my hole. I took another deep drag of my poppers as I felt him slide up into me. His cockhead plopped into me and my sphincter clamped down on it like a vice. He and I both let out soft moans. He held his cock there for a moment for me to adjust as I took another drag of poppers. I now screwed the lid on the poppers and he took hold of my hips and began to fuck. His thrusts were slow and deep. And because of his large, mushroom head, I could feel it all the way as he slid in and out. By now, I was fully adjusted to his cock. I moved to a kneeling position on the chair and turned my head back to look at him. He towered over me, looking down at me with a partial smile and devious expression on his face. "Fuck me hard", I pleaded to him in a whispered voice. "I want you to fuckin' breed me with your big black cock. Make me your bitch". Well, I think I found the magic words to get him going. "Oh, you gonna' get my nut, faggot. Don't you worry 'bout that. You're ass gonna' be full of my nut." he said with a crooked smile. He was now slamming into me so hard that my head was banging against the back of the chair. Thank God, the chair is bolted to the floor. The chair squeaked and hit the back wall as he repeatedly slammed into me. Between the sounds of his pelvis slamming and slapping against my ass, the squeaking chair and the sound of the chair hitting the wall, and the grunts coming from both of us, there was no doubt to anyone else in the arcade what was going on in our booth. He must have fucked me for close to 15 minutes. The position on the chair was getting painful for me. So, I finally shifted and stood on one leg and had my other leg up on the chair. He adjusted his position and he was able to go even deeper up into me. He reached up and was pinching my nipples, now as he continued to fuck me. "Oh, fuck, baby.............. God damn, baby.......... You gonna' get my load, you pussy............. You want it? You want it? Huh? Huh, fag? ............ You want it in you?" he growls. "Yes! Yes! Cum in me. Fill my cunt! Yeah, baby. Seed my pussy!" I'm saying to him as I turn my head to look back and up at him. As our eyes meet, I say "Cum in me, please!" He slams deeply into me, holds it there and lets out a loud growl. His pelvis is shaking as I milk my sphincter muscles around his throbbing cock. He's shaking so hard, I'm afraid he's going to fall over. Finally, he slowly pulls out of me. He quickly pulls some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and wipes his cock. He reaches for his boxers and steps into them. Then quickly pulls his pants on. Slipping into his shoes. He adjusts himself as I'm just now beginning to reach for some paper towels to wipe my ass. He says nothing, turns and leaves my booth. I hear the turnstiles and door chimes as he exits the arcade and then the store. I pulled my pants up and sat down on the chair to catch my breath and for my head to clear from the poppers. The door to my booth opened. A young twink kid peeks his head in. "Sounded like Big Black Daddy gave you some good dick". he said with a chuckle and a smirk on his face. I smiled and said, "He did indeed. He did indeed". The kid closed the door. I let the money run out on my machine and decided I'd better head out to get my day's errands done. A great way to start my morning. That's for sure. It again reminded me that good looks aren't everything. Like with this BBC, some of my best fucks have come from guys I wouldn't normally give a second look.

Day 2, Part 5 "Where the fuck have you guys been?" Steve yelled out. "Doing what we're supposed to be doing fucking... paddling" Eric yelled back. They hurried to get unloaded and set up. The sun went down and everyone was seated around the fire eating dinner. The whiskey came out again and everyone chilled and talked. Ken looked over at Chris sitting naked in his camp chair and asked "how many are you missing to get two from everyone?" "Six, sir" Chris replied. "Well, you know what you need to do then before we crash for the night" Ken said. "Yes, I do" Chris answered. PJ was the first to get up and tap Chris on the shoulder. They went to the opposite side of the fire so everyone could watch. Chris got on all fours and PJ slid his cock in. He fucked for about five minutes and then grunted and groaned. Chris couldn't feel anything and it seemed different to the other times PJ had bred him. PJ started to fuck again and they heard the other guys yell out "Yeah, give him another dose!" and "Breed him again!" PJ continued on a little longer than the first time and then growled louder and slammed in. Chris could feel PJ's cock throb in his hole, unlike the first time. PJ fumbled around looking for his shorts, pulling out a marker and adding two to Chris's back. Chris then remembered PJ's forbidden fuck from the night before and understood the fake orgasm and two marks. Chris waited on his knees and slowly one by one Danny, then Andy, Steve, Ken and Les took their turns. Just as he was getting up to go to his tent, Billy walked up and said "Not so fast." He kneeled down and put his arm around Chris's chest before Billy humped his dripping ass. Chris pushed his ass back and snagged Billy's cock and it easily pushed inside. "You fuckin' slut" Billy said and Chris just moaned. They stood there, Billy pumping his cock in and out for several minutes until he picked up the pace. A few thrusts later and Billy's body shook while his cock pumped another load of cum into Chris's unprotected ass. One more mark got added to Chris's back and Chris heard a few comments from the rest of the guys "Fuck, that was hot", "Damn, he's a greedy bottom" and one he didn't understand completely "He's done now." Later, the guys headed towards their tents and as soon as Chris was inside, Colin said "Face down, faggot." Chris laid down on his sleeping bag and pushed his ass up, knowing what Colin wanted. He prepared himself for another lame fuck and Colin gave it. While his ass was sore and tired, Chris worked it around Colin's cock. Once again, he got Colin to shoot before Colin wanted and felt a slap across his head. "Asshole!" Colin yelled before he pulled his softening cock out and rolled over to his sleeping bag and fell asleep. Marks on Chris's back: ///X ///X ///X ///X //// (24)

Getting fucked by guys much older than me drives me wild. I regularly get guys from 60s upwards breeding my ass and given the choice I would always have older over younger. The oldest to breed me was 81. I feel it’s my duty to let old dads and grandads load my ass and it really makes me feel more of a slut not caring how old they are or what they look like.

Chicago 23 Feb 2020 I flew back to the US from London via Chicago. We were late to O’Hare because of headwinds and it took me a while to figure out how to get from O’Hare to downtown Chicago (don’t laugh). I had decided to check out Steamworks as I had the last time I was in Chicago. It did take a while so I didn’t step into Steamworks until just before midnight - and I had to catch an early flight to NYC! I had a room on the first floor. I quickly shucked off my clothes, cleaned out and lubed my ass. Then I started walking around checking out what was going on. There weren’t so many guys there - it was the same night as one of the bi-monthly CumUnion Invades The Hole at Jackhammer parties - a party I was supposed to be at but I had taken too long from O’Hare to get to. After a half hour or so I had found the fuck bench in the maze on the 3rd floor with the purple led lights on a rotating lamp illuminating the bench area. I put some more silicon lube up my ass and climbed on, sniffing some poppers. Incredibly, in a very short time a guy was probing my hole with his dick. He slid it in and started pumping my hole. I was surprised and completely ecstatic. My ass was filled with happy lust waves as the guy was pumping away. I no time he had come in my ass and pulled out. I put my finger up my ass to get his cum on my finger and tasted it. My hole was slick and I thought of wiping the cum off but just then another guy came up behind me and pushed me back up on the bench and put his hard dick up my ass and began fucking me hard. Again my ass was filled with pleasure-lust waves and again the guy came in my ass shortly. After he pulled out I did clean out a bit - a short shot but everything was clean. I lubed up again and put my ass back on the 3rd floor fuck bench after walking around a little. A little giggly group of what I assume were twink boys came through the maze and then died out. But over the next hour or so three more guys came up and loaded up my ass. So far five dicks, five pump and dump fucks and five loads. And at least fifty minutes of pure pleasure in my ass. I went back to my room to check the time since I was supposed to be at the airport three hours ahead of time. I was afraid of pushing it especially since it had taken me so long to get downtown to begin with. I thought I could chance an hour more. My door was open and this middle-aged Hispanic man comes in and begins to talk to me and fingers my ass, telling me about his Mexican friend with a really big dick (who wasn’t in the club). He wanted to take me home and fuck me there. As it turned out he said he lived near O’Hare. I turned him down but he bent me over and tried to fuck me in my room. As he couldn’t get hard it didn’t really work out. We kissed and he said he’d try to find me later. I went back to the 3rd floor fuck bench but no one came up. I had noticed that more guys were in the club but they seemed to be staying on the 1st and 2nd floors. It was maybe 2:15 am so still kind of early but it was a Sunday. I went down to the 1st floor and found a fuck bench there - and it had a fair amount of traffic. I lubed up and got on the bench. A few guys walked by and then a guy came directly over to the fuck bench and shoved his hard dick up my ass, pumping away, leaving another load after another ten minutes of pure ass pleasure. This time again before I could get up another guy mounted my ass and came in my ass after waves of pure joy flooded my ass. I cleaned out once again with a little shot, relubed and got back on the fuck bench. A big guy came up and I thought was trying to put a hard dildo or other rubber toy up my ass, which I thought was a little odd. But I realized that that was actually his large dick as it slide up my hole after a little resistance. I did need to sniff poppers for this guy but that fuck had me and the fuck bench totally shaking and my ass was awash with indescribable ass happiness. He fucked me for a longer time and then came deep in my ass. I had a glimpse of him as he walked away - he was really muscular, and brown or black with a really big dick (I could only see his legs really from my angle). Immediately afterward another guy mounts me and begins fucking away, depositing his load after making my ass even more happy than it was. I also got a glimpse of this guy and I’m pretty sure it was the middle-aged Hispanic man from earlier. So, nine dicks up my ass and apparently nine loads (it is possible that the really big dicked guy wore a condom but I didn’t see any when I got off the bench). I went back to the 3rd floor and checked the time on the computer. It was pushing 3 am and I was supposed to leave. I logged on to BBRT and sent a message to a big dicked poz daddy who I always wanted to hook up with. Just then a smoking hot Hispanic boy with both tits pierced comes up to me at the computer station and says “Hi”. I said “Hi” back and then asked him if this was normal of Steamworks on Sunday morning (without actually clarifying what I meant). He said no, he had just been walking by and debated whether or not to go in but he got a feeling he should. I then asked him what he was doing at Steamworks on an early Sunday morning. He said “You know”. So I said I have a flight to catch but I’d like to get fucked one more time before I go. And he said “Okay, sure”. As I looked down his dick was peaking up through his towel. I sent the message on BBRT as I began sucking his dick. I try to take him to the fuck bench in the maze next to the computer station but it’s not right next to the station and Mr. Hot Boy gets lost at some point. I thought he had actually changed his mind after trying to find him for a while. After giving up I went back to my room and began getting ready to go. First I wipped all the lube off my hole but my door was open and just then Mr. Hot Boy reappears and says “Somehow we got separated.” I apologized and said I really had to catch a flight but them pealed off my clothes and licking his tits. He closed the door and leaned back as I started sucking his dick which got hard really fast. He bent me over and began pushing his dick against my now dry hole. I was concerned that I wouldn’t be able to take him but he slide in effortlessly (my hole is pretty tight so I was pleasantly surprised by this) as he began pumping me from behind. He whispered deliciously “How many dicks have been up that ass tonight?” I said nine, ten with yours, a rely he seemed to like. He pushed me on the bed and kept fucking me from behind, every thrust a delicious wave of pleasure in my ass. He flipped me over and began fucking me missionary as I licked his tits. After a short while he lay back and pulled me on top of him so I could ride his dick. But unfortunately I did have to stop and catch my flight. I was definitely afraid we might fuck for hours if I kept going and I couldn’t miss my flight. I really did want my ass to suck all of the cum out of his body but it was the wrong time. I had also wanted to eat his ass and that could easily have gone on for a while. My hand had brushed his hole at one point and it was wet. We could definitely have fucked all night but I just didn’t have the time. I got his name but probably because I was too jet lagged forgot to give him my social media info. However I’m definitely heading back to Chicago soon to hunt him up. Chicago: ten dicks up my ass, ten fucks, and eight or nine loads. I was more than amazed. And BTW, I still haven't gotten a message back from the NYC big dicked POZ breeder.

I see what you are saying, but harm comes in many different ways, emotional, physical, psychological. What you said will only stem physical harm. I get it people are adults and are able to make their own choices, but violating the trust you put in someone comes with consequences. You can be upset when you stealth someone and they aren't pleased about it. As whorish and sluttish a lot of the guys here are sex is still very intimate and special act that deserves at least the most basic of respect, such as consent. Also, just a word of wisdom, stealthing can be prosecuted by the law as a form of sexual violence. So watch out who you stealth.

It's more about power, than finding a welcoming slut

Would you have a bear eat Colin or something? He's such an asshole LOL

Another great read which has me thinking. Sure I could find someone to share with me. Poz me and then be on their way, but that’s not the point for me. The point is sharing this with someone who I connect with. Not in a romantic way but in a deep interesting and intellectual way. It’s a spiritual awakening of sorts. It’s giving my body to another and telling them I want them to be a part of me for the rest of my life. It’s their DNA growing inside of me. So I say who, I say how, I say when. Unfortunately I’ve yet to meet that man. Until now.....

Due to a vey busy work schedule with this contract job of mine, it's been a long while without sex. And yes, coronavirus and meetings for bb sex have crossed my mind. What tipped the scale in favour of male-to-male sexual contact was that I didn't want to stare at my iPhone or computer for porn. We really do need skin-in-skin bb sex for a number of reasons. Now on to my sexual adventures. A fellow younger local sexpig I've cum in suggested I check out a new location for sex (found it on squirt.org). It's in the north-west part of Toronto. The place is small and decent, catering to gay and bi men, -- 6 rooms with TV monitors, some beds on wheels, and a toilet to wash up quickly. When I went there I had one guy suck my cock and I sucked him for a bit. The other guys preferred to stay in their rooms and watch porn. Well, I needed more human contact so I decided to check out Steamworks Toronto (Spa Excess will re-open at the end of March 2020). I wasn't sure of the bb play today at Steamworks Toronto based on past visits, but I'm open-minded. I wasn't disappointed in the least! A real nice change for Steamworks Toronto is that they're remodelled the back, narrow dark room. I LOVE what they've done. They've kept the two benches on either side. Only 1 central confessional exists. The gloryhole booths on either side got cut away and removed. More room to fuck/be fucked, rim/be rimmed, suck/be sucked. That also means more guys can fit in that darkroom for sex. AWESOME! I got there around 4:30 PM and stayed to 9 PM. I got to rim a few bubble butts, which I love to do. One younger guy was sucking off another guy in the front slurp ramp-darkened area. His ass was really inviting, so I got down on my knees to lick his boicunt lips. He had some flavoured lube in his ass. YUM! He was a little but tight. The rimming got me hard and I shoved my cock in as he was still sucking. He arched his back and my cock went straight up into him. I loved fucking him. He stopped sucking the guy and took my hand. He wanted more fun on the fuckhorse in that smaller darkroom. Now that he was straddled on the fuckhorse, I went right to his ass and more fucking. Another younger bald, muscular guy stepped up so the younger guy could suck him and be fucked by me. We switched up positions so he'd get a chance to fuck the young guy's ass. No questions about condoms either. SCORE! I use my room as a pitstop to rest while at Steamworks Toronto. I was on my tummy with the biggest black buttplug I have in my ass. I wanted to get fucked too today. My room is mostly darkened with the outside hall lights to provide a bit of light. Well, this younger built guy asks to come in (we, Canadians, are SO polite - LOL!). He sees the buttplug in my ass and slowly and gently turns it 1/4 turn and takes it out. I do appreciate this! He replaces the buttplug with his cock. I could see his muscular curvy shape in the mirror. He pushed his cock in -- I'd say 5-6" on the thicker side. He gyrates in me. I could hear him pick up his breathing. Left to right, up and down. He pushed his cock to the limit and withdraws quickly to leave. I thank him but he's gone. No chance to clean off his cock. I tasted my ass. When he arched his back, at that point in time he came in me. I tasted very salty cum from my daddy hole. LOAD #1 - in me. He's the strong, silent cummer. No worries here! LOAD #2 -- in me. The next guy I sucked off in the front slurp ramp area. He had a long narrow, great tasting cock. He was a younger, either of South Asian or South American descent. He loves daddies. I started to suck his cock through one of the big holes on the slurp ramp. His cock got longer and bigger. He suggested we have some 1-1 time in one of the gloryholes. I really wanted his cum. I asked him where he wanted to cum in me - mouth or ass; he got off in my cum. With his cock head in my mouth, he jerked off right into my mouth. I could feel about 5 big volleys of cum down my throat. I do not like to waste cum, so no cum was from him. His cum was creamy and slightly salty. He said I might get more later. But I never saw him again yesterday. LOAD #3 - in me. Again I was on my belly in my room, resting. Buttplug was in to keep me loosened to be fucked. A young black beefy muscular guy asked to cum in. He removed my buttplug slowly. He put some lube on my asslips and put his cock in. He piston-fucked me. That kind of rough fucking I haven't experience for quite some time. Sweat poured off his face on to my stomach. He fucked me on my belly, then on my back. He used my pillow to elevate me to his cock's level. After a good long rough fucking, he told me he was close and shot deep into me. He has gone to the Fukkto bb parties at Club120 but really prefers 1-1, personal fucking. I thanked him with a kiss for seeding me. And he took off. A great time at Steamworks Toronto!! I can't wait for Spa Excess to re-open, to be honest! Thanks for reading this post, pig bros! OINK!

Yeah, I was one of those twinks that looked way younger too. Now that I'm over 60 it would be great to be thought of as 10+ years younger, but I have to say that it really sucked when I was 7.... Personally, I'm turned on by the contrast of meeting a guy who looks nice and clean, but turns out to have raunchy interests. If I met a young guy who wanted to explore sex, I'd be happy to help him out.

It was really hard for Rod to change his routine, but he rushed home from school, grabbed his gym things and headed straight to Jerry's. How could this happen? Rod always did the same things. He was changing in ways he didn't know he could change. He was, well he wasn't sure what was happening, he just knew he liked it. He knocked on Jerry's door. It was ajar and Rod entered. When, he closed the door behind him, Dom came from behind the door and locked it. Rod immediately started to strip, it was the routine. Dom started talking filth to Rod. Rod was amazed at how turned on it made him. His dick still locked in that tiny cage. He led Dom to the shower where he knelt, waiting for Dom's hot, fresh piss. Dom produced his big cock all the while telling Rod what a good toilet he made. Rod took every drop and licked his lips. Dom changed, "Bitch, kiss it. Kiss it like it is the love of your life. You are my little bitch today. You want to be my bitch, don't you. You love this big cock. You want it. You want it in you again." Rod was slightly taken aback, Dom pushed him down on the bed and Rod automatically spread his arms and legs, like a routine. After Dom fastened the restraints, he took out keys and unlocked Rods cock. It sprang to life. Dom kept saying what do I have here bitch. Rod would say my cock, and Dom would slap the balls hard. Rod kept answering until he finally said what do you want me to call it. Dom bellowed, "LITTLE CLITTY.. It is your little clitty bitch. I like your clitty, but it is too big so I'm going to keep it little. " Dom proceeded to bring Rod to edge of cumming over and over again. Each time he asked, "What do I have here?" Finally Rod answered, "my little clitty." Rod was beside himself with need to cum. Dom stopped touching him. Rod begged him to let him cum. Rod pleaded. Slowly Rod's cock went down, ever so slowly and Rod was wild with need. Dom said, "Men have cocks, what does my bitch have?" Rod answered, "A little clitty." "Say it again, "Dom prodded, say "Rod has a little clitty." Rod said it. "Shout it," Rod commanded. "ROD HAS A LITTLE CLITTY." the boy screamed. "Now, Rod whose little clitty is that?" "It is your bitch's Little clitty," Rod said defeated. "Lesson one is done. Lesson two time, bitch. You like cock in you, don't you?" Dom said. Rod shook his head yes. "Say it, bitch!" I love cock in me is what Rod said. " Where do you want it. " Rod answered, "In my ass." " Wrong, bitch," Dom said. "You want it in your cunt. "Say it" Rod did. Rod wanted it. He wanted it no matter what Dom called it. "Bitch, telly that you have a pussy, a cunt, that you are a cunt for me and my friends." Dom demanded. Broken, Rod did as he was told. Dom put the tiny cage back on Rod's cock, used an even larger padlock. "Now, bitch, whose little clitty is safe?" Dom asked. Rod answerer, "Dom's little clitty is safe." Dom told him to get dressed and be back after work. Dom knew he had him right where Jerry had wanted him but had gone to slow. Dom would now mold him into the total cumslut that Rod really wanted to be. "Get to work! Get back here right after. You will have at least 4 cocks in you tonight." Dom smirked. Rod answered, "Yes, sir!"

***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.***

when younger, i wasn't very picky but had not much with ugly people until i got my first master. he sent me to cruise places and wanted to take me more and more loads every week. If i hadn't enough, he punished me. as you can expect there were not enogh good looking guys to get me the number of loads my master ordered me. soon he forced me to approach the ugly guys and if they were not interested, i had to pull down my pants in front of them and to offer them my hole. at the beginning i felt disgusting but soon i realized that there was much in for me. i still loved my master then for training me taking every guy. I am still thankful to him and nowadays i am into ugly guys - most of the time they are the best fuckers...

Years ago I was texting someone on a pickup site and he wanted to fuck me, walk into my place lights dim ass up like I was sleeping. He said he wasn't good-looking and his dick was strange (his words) long bent and thin. I gave him my address and he came by, I didn't see him till after he came and he really didn't want me to see him. He wasn't horrible but if he came up to me I wouldn't have been interested. His dick was kinda odd with a strange bend and about 10" long and thin. He worked it into me and it felt funny sliding around deep and hot uncomfortable at all. Came a lot. He came over a few early mornings I'd leave door open he'd fuck and preferred if we didn't talk he just used my hole and leave. I miss the crazy loads he left deep inside now.

My boy and I were on vacation and went to a leather bar for a few beers. We saw a few sexy guys, and a couple of old trolls around, some in gear, some not. The bartender had an acne-scarred pockmarked face and a slightly gaunt appearance. There was one guy with white chest hair and a pot belly, which looked even more round with his harness. I asked my boy if he liked doing what I asked him to do, and he said yes. He can be pretty submissive. I asked him if he’d fuck any guy in the bar that I told him to pursue. He said yes. We joked about it over the next round of beers, talking about how he loved to be dominated, loudly enough that both the potbellied man and the bartender could hear. They exchanged looks. By that time, my we both had to take a piss. I let him go first so I could stay and watch our coats and ordered another round of beers. The potbellied man swaggered over to me, dressed in chaps, a leather jockstrap, and his harness. He told me he liked to play with couples. I asked him to follow me to the men's room when my boy came back. I was hatching a plan. My boy came a few seconds later. We downed our beers quickly as the man watched. I got up to do to the bathroom and the guy followed me. My boy raised his eyebrows as he saw the man following me, knowing something was up. The man locked the bathroom door after him and we were alone. He told me to kneel. He told me he loved dominating couples and he was looking forward to breeding my boy. He pulled his jock to the side and revealed a thick stubby uncut dick and furry balls. My mouth watered. He told me to swallow his cock. I did. His cock tasted rancid. He pulled out and spun around spreading his sagging ass cheeks. ‘Eat my hole,’ he commanded. His ass was sweaty and rank. I did as I was told, excited to see him dominate my boy, and myself, actually. The guy scooched his ass all over my face and then pulled away. ‘You’ll do,’ was all he said as he unlocked the door and tucked his cock back into his jock. I still had to take a piss and tried to pee into the trough despite my hard-on. When I left the bathroom, the bartender pulled me aside and said, ‘Be careful around that guy. He’s POZ and I know you were in there with him. Hope he didn’t cum in you…’ I shook my head, ‘no,’ and headed started to head back to the barstool. ‘I know he’s POZ because he POZZED me…’ My jaw dropped but my plan was getting more detailed… The man was chatting up my boy and had three beers there. He had his hand on my boy’s inner thigh and my boy was softly caressing his furry belly. My boy looked a little shy, wondering if I was ok with him talking so intimately with this stranger. I bent over to whisper in his ear, ‘This man is going to breed you,’ and I licked his ear. He just moaned and the man bent forward to kiss him hard on the mouth. I asked to pay our tab and the man told the bartender that I’d be paying his too. The bartender shook his head as he gave me the total. I paid him and we made a quick exit out the backdoor into a dimly lit parking lot. We walked a few steps and the fat guy put his hand on both our shoulders, ‘Kneel,’ he ordered. Me and my boy dropped to our knees on the hard asphalt and he looked at me. ‘Tell him to suck me off. Maybe he gives better head than you.’ I looked at my boy saying, ‘you heard the man. Suck his cock.’ My boy fished out his thick stubby dick and swallowed it down to the root. He cradled the man's big hairy balls. I fished out my dick and started jerking off. When the man’s dick was hard and slippery with spit, he nodded to me saying, ‘It’s time. Bend him over, spread his cheeks, and get his hole wet.’ I lifted my boy to his feet and pulled down his jeans, leaned him against a brick wall. I lapped at my boy’s hole, opening it with my fingers and smearing spit inside, to lube him up for the POZ strangers thick cock. I realized that I knew he was POZ but hadn’t told my boy. This was such a turn on. The man shoved me out of the way and lined himself up, ready to slide into my submissive boy. ‘The nice man is going to fuck you now. Let him use you,’ I moaned into my boy’s ear. The fat man surprised me by rolling a rubber onto his cock. He winked at me. As the stranger entered him, I cradled my boy’s head in my arms. He looked up at me and grunted, ‘Anything for you…’ ‘He might have knocked you up, boy, but he’s wearing a rubber’ My boy just looked up at me with wide eyes and nodded. I knew he preferred to be fucked raw, but we weren’t in charge, and there was a POZ cock deep in his hole. The man grunted as he slid balls deep into my boy. I could hear his hole squelching with my spit. The man fucked my boy for a few minutes as my boy fisted his own hard cock. I knelt down and sucked my boy’s dick. I lapped at his balls and even the spot where the stranger’s cock was splitting him open as it entered him. The man held his fingers at the base of the condom and kept fucking my boy. Every time he pulled back, the rubber rolled up more and more. I kept my tongue at that spot, helping the condom ride higher and higher until it cam completely off in my mouth. I stood up and smiled at my boy, the used rubber in my teeth as the man pounded his raw POZ cock into my boy. My boy’s eyes widened. The man picked up his pace and I heard the back door of the bar open. I looked over and saw the bartender with a bag of trash. He just shook his head at me, but I waved him over. ‘When the fat man is done, would you like to breed my boy?’ The bartender smirked at me and nodded. The man started to cum, and without asking either of us, bred him deeply. He slammed into my boy and stayed deep, filling him up with POZ seed. He started to go soft quickly and pulled out. The bartender had released his own cock, longer but thinner than the fat man. He slid right into my boy who clenched his eyes and teeth and took him without and sign of approval or resistance, another raw cock that he didn’t know was toxic. The bartender looked so hot, his skinny hips and sagging ass swaying as he pounded my boy, about to fill him up with more nasty seed. The fat man pointed to his slimy soft cock and told me to clean it. I gladly did so, filling my mouth with ass juice and POZ seed. He brought his palm to my lip. ‘Spit!,’ he ordered. I did, hocking the slime ball into my hand. He spread my cheeks with his free hand shoved his cummy fingers into my ass. ‘You wanted this. Don’t lie…’ I just nodded and let him force some of his cum into me. The bartender picked up his pace and drilled my boy as the fat man fingered me. I shot my load on the ground as the bartender shot his POZ cum into my boy’s guts. The bartender pulled out and pulled his jeans down, removing his jockstrap. My boy was still leaning against the wall, legs spread as far as the pants at his ankles would let him. There was a thick stream of white spooge leaking out of his ass. The bartender winked at me and tossed his jockstrap to the fat man. The man grinned at me and jammed the jockstrap into my boy’s gaping hole. ‘Get dressed, and don’t show your faces around here again.’ The bartender headed in and the potbellied stranger walked away into the darkness. We fumbled with our clothes and headed back to the hotel. Hand in hand, my boy put his head on my shoulder. I felt conflicted. I had told him to let these men bareback him without letting him know their gifted status. ‘Babe,’ I whispered. ‘Those men… They were both POZ. Are you ok with that?’ ‘They bartender told me they were both POZ while you were blowing that leather daddy in the bathroom. It is so hot that you thought I didn’t know!’ To be continued???

I have an addiction. Well, I have several addictions that include Sucking Cocks, eating cum, drinking piss, eating man ass, and being fucked raw and seeded a lot. Many of us share these addictions, but I have this sick, deep down desire to be totally destroyed by being exposed on the internet for what I really am--a male cum slut who has zero limits. It's become an addiction. I post photos and video of men fucking my mouth, face and ass, then later, usually after I jack off, I have deep regrets and try to remove all that I've posted of myself from the internet before family, friends etc see it. The deep remorse and fear I feel of being exposed after I get off (shoot my load) is amazing. Here is a blog I have recently created with photos of me that I've found on the internet that other men and myself have posted over the past few years. They are photos posted at sites where I've been unable to have them removed when I feel remorseful. Amazingly, there are over 100 of them, and they're graphic--me taking cum facials, sucking ass, cock, even drinking piss. http://faggotcocksucker.blogspot.com/ My gay nephew (a real asshole) has come across most of it on the net at places like Tumblr and he's shown it to everyone in my family which is really aweful. Not a single old friend will speak to me anymore. What do you guys think of my addiction? I'm bisexual, maybe that's my biggest problem because I continually try to look "straight" to my family and friends and to any potential girl friends, while deep down, I crave cock and cum and I LOVE being used and degraded by men. I'd love to her your thoughts about what I should do. Should I move from this red neck state I love in to a more gay friendly area and celebrate that I'm an aging, financially secure, male porn slut, or should I continue to remove all I can from the net and continue pretending to be totally straight? Thanks in advance guys.

I've gotten a few inquiries the past few days via email and Twitter about people who can no longer access the site. Let me explain what's changed… My server is under CONSTANT attack. I spend a crazy amount of time trying to stop hackers and malicious bots. Then there are the spammers, who you've probably encountered. And lastly there are the assholes who often start out complaining about something (often they're insulted they got an infraction – they have this mentality that they should be able to do absolutely anything they want). Anyway, discussions with them can go downhill quickly and at some point I just ban them. If they actually threaten the site, I often ban their IP address as well as their ability to login (so they don't just create another use and cause problems that way). Anyway, out of all those scenarios there are quite a few IP addresses that need to be banned. In the past if an IP address was banned here, it wasn't banned on my other sites. If it was banned on my other sites it wasm't banned here. Well, that's changed. Now if an IP address is banned on any site, it's banned from the entire server for a year (from the date of the last problem). AND if enough IP addresses are banned in a range of IP addresses, then the entire range is banned and the ban goes for a year past the last problem date for any IP in the range. Honestly, I'm not sure how this manifests when it's happening, but it would be one of two things – either 1) It takes a while but you finally just get a timeout error message from your browser saying something like "unable to connect to host", or 2) Your browser gives you an error message saying the connection was refused. In both cases it won't be a pretty error message like you get sometimes on here (a page that still looks like Breeding Zone, but has an error). Instead it will be a default error message from your browser. Clearly, if you're reading this, then it's not affecting you, but it might in the future, or you might hear of someone else having the problem. What's important to realize is that, if it happens, you aren't being penalized (unless your an asshole who got himself banned), but rather your IP address is being penalized. What this means is that if you connect via another IP address, things will probably work again (unless the next IP you try is also banned). In most cases you can get another IP address if you turn off your Internet router when you to go bed and plug it back in when you wake up in the morning.

Leatherpunk16 is considering a move to Seattle this summer. Can any local Seattlites help me out with planning? How's the leather scene? What's the job market like? How about affordable housing and other human services? I'm doing research and I'm a little unsure of how to begin.

Jack Dixxon is the hottest hairy hunk in gay porn, isn't he? [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5b89e43fbfe2c [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph5d40b2c94626c What's your favorite scene?

As an older gay bottom I would have passed that number several years ago.

Both! A cock is a cock... Tho I have to admit sometimes an uncut cock takes some getting used to if they have a large hang. I had a fuckbud that I nicknamed geoduck. Guys from the Pacific NW would know what I'm taking about. I didn't turn him down though! 🙂

Ethics aside, doing a hotel scene blindfolded with your iPad propped up on a shelf is an excellent way to lose an iPad.

I might add as well that even though sex addiction may stem at least in part from natural biological and psychological processes, it is not normal. Natural ≠ normal here. No addiction is a normal mental state.

It's mostly practice and will. You can train yourself to keep taking it. You have to learn to get off on the situation to make it work. But I would suggest telling the top "I can either cum or keep getting fucked. Which do you prefer?" is also a good option.

The internet has an amazing memory: it was not so long ago that concerned1 was agonizing over the decision to tell a potential boyfriend that he (concerned1) had misstated his age on Grindr. I refer the reader to the Feb. 17 post, "Age difference in potential relationship," that can be found in the General Discussion forum. The reader is obviously free to draw his own conclusions.

It's all about cock and cum. When I'm hosting a breed and seed party, I'm not looking for a date. I'm not interested in his build, his face, his race, his religion, political party or anything else about him except his cock inside me and that he leaves his load inside me. And as a bottom, it's not even an issue about whether I find him sexually attractive or not. Many times I never even see the guy. Nor have any idea of his build or looks. But, if he has a hard cock and he fills my ass with his load, he's welcome to pound and seed me. I'll never forget the first time I had a blindfolded, anonymous encounter in a hotel room, at 1am in the morning in a Honolulu hotel room. A guy answered a Craigslist ad I had posted that evening. He told me he wanted my door unlocked, the lights out and me blindfolded and kneeling on the back edge of the bed. He told me that he would knock on my door, wait 20 seconds and then come into my room. If the room wasn't totally dark, and if I wasn't blindfolded on the edge of the bed, he would turn around and leave. So, I did what he told me. I cracked the door open. I turned all the lights off. I put a sleep mask over my eyes and knelt on the edge of the bed. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and close. I heard and felt him move behind me and lower his pants. I felt his fingers feel my asshole. Then felt cold lube being poured on my hole. Soon his hard cock slid up into me in one, quick thrust. He grabbed my hips and pounded my ass. Only about 3 minutes of hard pounding brought a soft groan out of him and I felt him unload his cum deep into my hole. Just as quickly I felt him pull out, heard him pull up his pants and then heard the door again open and close. He had come in fucked me and left without me even seeing the outline of his body. To this day I have no idea who he was? I don't know his age, race, build or looks. It was such a hot and exciting experience, that I decided right then that I wanted to continue to experience completely anonymous sexual experiences where I didn't care about anything about the guy himself, but just his load.

I’m 22 and already at the point where I don’t give a fuck who is breeding me. I think it’s perfectly normal to discover your sexual urges at any time in your life. It seems like you’ve been enjoying being a cumdump, why question it or stop? 😛

***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.

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 went to the Baths early Sunday morning to see who was still hanging around. There's always a few addicts who can’t get enough. In the Steam Room I ran into Mr. Hard Bod ramming his Dick up some Scroungey Twink. When I started fingering his Butt, he urged that I to go slow since he was usually a Top; but he'd love to play once he'd finished with the Cunt. So he invited Fossilized and me back to his room. After he got his Manmeat repositioned in Decrepit's Bottom, I started rimming his Ass till he was juicy. He cautioned he only took it raw, and no other way would do. "No problemo!" I replied, though I thought that kinda odd. As I eased my Cock in him, he went bananas. He'd buried his Dick way up the Scag's Cunt, then held stock still while I entered his Hole. We got in sync, the three of us, so that, while he screwed away at that tired old worn-out Slut's Pussy, he was milking my POZ COCK with his Ass muscles. As I started to pant, he twisted around. "Sure hope you're NEG cause I'm letting you fuck me raw." Stupid Asshole! Why the Hell was he taking it raw if he wanted to play SAFE? "Yeah, I'm NEG, and I'm gonna fill your Pussy—NOW!" Load after Load of my thick Toxic Spooge spurted into his Hole as he unloaded his own hapless Seed in the Scruffy Twink. I stayed another hour and shot two more Noxious Loads up his Dumb Ass. I saw him near the door as I was leaving. He was still in his towel, parading around; and I was fully dressed and ready to go. Suddenly I wanted desperately to bust his bubble. I couldn't help myself. "Hey, Pal, to tell you the truth…All those Loads I pumped in you WEre…POZ!" I turned and high-tailed it out of there. I saw him again a couple months later. His POZ diagnosis had been confirmed, and he was out breeding NEGs. At first I didn't know what to expect—a slugfest or what. But when he walked up, he explained that I was only one of three Tops who could have bred him. Turned out he was a Bug Chaser Incognito. So what did he do—but plant a big fat Kiss on my lips. When I saw him later, I plowed two more POZ Loads up his unmedicated Cunt. But the kicker came when I strolled through the Maze, and saw him fucking three Bottoms over an hour and a half—all bareback, of course. And what did I overhear him tell his last Fuck? "You know I'd never do this unless I was perfectly safe. I just got tested." Of course.

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4. Greg The morning classes dragged on and on. Between Clint's hole and Doug's ass, I couldn't get butt out of my head. Even though I had bred Clint this morning, my dick was still throbbing. It needed another release. I was powerless against its demands; I was merely the vessel to help it reach its goal. But, my last class ended a few minutes early. "On my way," I texted Doug. When I stepped into the car, I still hadn't heard back from Doug. But I wasn't too surprised. He had sent me a text an hour earlier. "Fucked good. Sleepy." I assumed he had fallen asleep, the pool of cum kept warm in his body. The traffic was light, and I was at the marina within twenty minutes. In addition to his credit card for Uber, Doug had also given me the gate code. As the car pulled away, I paused for a moment to take a hit from the joint I had rolled that morning. I coughed a bit, and decided that was a good sign. I took another hit, then opened the gate and walked to his boat. I did one last hit before I stepped on board. I could see a shape in the front, curled up on the bed. My dick twitched; that was the hole I wanted to breed this afternoon. I stepped into the galley, and got rid of my shoes, backpack, shirt, and shorts. In the afternoon sun, my tattoo was bright red, almost glowing, an advertisement for the virus I carried in my blood. Right below the biohazard, my dick was swollen and straining against the fabric of my underwear. I stepped forward, into the front, and saw Doug curled up on the bed. Just from the position of his body, it was clear that he was sick. It was just as clear it was my sickness. Just a few short weeks ago, I had been in Doug's place, feverish with chills and sweats as the virus kicked my body into submission. Now, it was Doug's turn to feel the deathly torture of my gift. My dick was throbbing. I stuck my hand into the underwear, and started to stroke it. When I had been sick, Nathan and Jason had comforted me with regular, repeated raw poundings. Now it was my turn to pay it forward. It was my turn to kick Doug while he was down, and inject more of my deadly semen into his body. As I was standing there, staring at Doug, he stirred, stretched and stared at me. "How are you feeling," I asked. I didn't try to hide that I was jacking off. I ran my free hand over my tattoo, knowing that each load I injected into my men brought me closer that much closer to the first sharp spike on my barbed wire tattoo. "Like shit," he said. I’m proud that I'm jerking myself harder when he says this. This is my fault. My responsibility. My power. This hot man has been felled, in the very prime of his life, and it's all thanks to the power residing in my cock. "How much was the taxi?" Doug asked. Even in his fever, his fathering instincts were there. "You remember? You gave me your card for Uber." "Oh yeah. Not thinking very clearly right now." He wiped his forehead. "Some fever as well." "I can see," I said. I was still stroking my dick. Every little revelation from Doug was only turning me on more. The destruction wasn't just physical. It was now mental as well. "You think this is it?" Doug asked. "Yeah," I said. "I do." "Fuck," Doug said. He was shaking his head, but I could also see his dick starting to tent the sheet. "You're turned on by this, aren't you?" he smiled. "You're fucking hot there, boy.” "Yeah," I said. "I am." I reached down and pulled my dick out from my underwear. My full eight inches sprung free. I wasn't quite hard, but definitely not soft either. "Us fucking got you sick. My cock did this to you. My seed made you sick." "God, that's hot," Doug grunted. He pushed the sheets aside. Underneath, he was naked; his muscles glistening with a cold sweat. His cock was just as hard as mine. He ran his hand over his chest. "Look at what you've done to me, boy," he said. He was just as muscled as ever, but it seemed like the sudden illness had taken a toll on him. His cheeks were hollow. His body looked almost gaunt. "Look at it," he repeated, as he began playing with his hard dick. "Fuck," I grunted, as I climbed up on the bed. The roof was low enough that I could brace myself against it. "Look at what you've done to me," I said, thrusting my erect cock towards his warm hole. "Fuck me, boy," Doug grunted. "Fuck your load into me." He spread his legs so I was kneeling between them. I grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. "Goddamn," I said. My cock was throbbing now, eager to get back into Doug's hole. I wanted to pound Doug into submission, vanquish any hope of defense from his hole, and then finally, anoint it with one more toxic load from my manhood. I lined up my dick with his hole. "Ready?" I asked. Before I could even finish the word, Doug relaxed, and my cock slid into Doug's ass. "Fuck," I moaned. "Hot." I slid further into Doug. "Wet," I continued. "Yeah. Not my first load today." I collapsed on top of Doug. His skin was burning up. "Fever?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, smiling. I leaned in, and our lips met. "Feels good on your dick, doesn't in." "Amazing." "That's what Shawn said. Fuck-fever," he called it. "That's what Nathan calls it as well," I said. "Says it's best when it's your seed doing the damage." "How does it feel?" I closed my eyes and savored the moment. Doug shifted his position, and allowed another inch of my dick to impale him. His ass was burning with his fever, engulfing my entire shaft with warmth and welcome. "Like heaven," I finally said. "It's yours," Doug said. "Yours to use." I slammed back dick all the way in. Doug gasped, but smiled. "And abuse," I said. Doug's eyes brightened. He knew this game. "And seed," he continued. "And breed," I replied. "And knock up," he said. Another hard slam of cock into him. "And infect." He moaned. It was a deep, guttural moan, but not in any language spoken on the street. This was the language of men, the language of the bathhouse and the battlefield. Even as young and as naive as I was, I knew what the moan said. He repeated the moan. It was easy to understand, once you had been there. It meant, "Infect me with your poz cum," but that only hinted at the depths of hunger and desire that moan represented. "I want to poz you up, Doug," I said. "I want to be your infector." "I want your deadly seed, boy," Doug said. "Fuck me up." "God. Your ass. Fucking perfect." My cock was sliding up and down a perfectly greased chute. "Don't even need lube." "There's a giant load from the rent-boy up there." "Fuck. For real?" I asked. But I knew he was right. Cum was a great lube, and poz cum was even better. As my dick slid in and out of Doug, I noticed the warmth that the cum contributed to the fuck, and how my dick hardened in response. The virus that Shawn left behind was bringing out the very best of my virus. "Hell yeah. Was he poz?" I really didn't need to ask the question. With Nathan and Jason teaching me, it was easy to distinguish poz sperm from neg sperm. "Of course. He told me he wasn't on meds." "Like me," I said. My cock buried deep inside of Doug, rock-hard and dripping my deadly pre-cum. I could feel the power radiating out of my dick, feel how it was changing the men I gave it to. Doug was already sick, and hopefully Clint wouldn't be that far behind. Nathan had said sometimes, it doesn't take hold immediately. What seemed to work, in the long run, was just repeated, diverse exposure. "Feels so good, another infected man's sperm inside of you." "Rubbing up against your thick poz cock," Doug grunted. "And my raw hole." He closed his eyes, and ran his hands over his body. For a moment, I was watching Clint from the weekend, when he had let the drugs take over and possess him. It was hot, seeing that same loss of control in Doug. He would be even more intense when he was high. We had smoked pot together. A lot. We loved the endless easy sex that we enjoyed when we were stoned. But after my introduction the past weekend, I now had a new favorite drug. I wanted to see Doug smoke the pipe, watch his eyes glaze over, and to find out his true nature. Hungry muscle bottom? Or a hung daddy top? Although he had fucked Clint many times, it was going to be so much hotter when Doug his own strain of the virus to pound into him. I was a pure-bred, the child of two men. Doug was rapidly turning into a poz mutt. "How many men is it now?" I asked him. He wrapped his hands around me, and pulled me closer. This was not the first time we had talked about such matters. It hadn't taken Doug long to figure out that it got me hard. "Pozdads? Or just cum donors?" "Both." "The rent boy makes maybe 16 cum donors. Still just five poz daddies." "Fucking nasty hole," I grunted, sliding my cock along the length of Doug's hole. It had become agonizingly familiar, as my cock grew accustomed to Doug's needs even as he adjusted to my basest desires. "Gonna fucking coat it with my toxic jizz." "Come on," Doug grunted. "Shoot your load up my hole." "Fucking blast your guts," I replied. He was a fucking hot man; older, yet still muscular, with a thick patch of fur over his chest and stomach. I wanted to get him high. I wanted to watch his dominant daddy dick wrestle for dominance with his hungry bottom hole. Although I was enjoying fucking his hole, I remembered how good his cock had felt inside me. My dick was throbbing, and I suddenly realized I was much closer to cumming than I had planned. "Fuck," I grunted. "I'm gonna cum." "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted. "Give me your load." "Oh, fuck Daddy," I moaned. My dick was taking over, and it would not be denied its pleasures. "I'm cumming in you Daddy. I'm shooting my poz load in your raw hole, Daddy." I gasped, and the first jet of cum shot out of my dick deep into Doug's hole. "I'm cumming, Daddy." I yelped as another spurt of cum shot into Doug. "Give it to me, boy." His voice was a mixture of hunger, care and power. It was unmistakably male, a man who was confident in his own masculinity and sexuality that he could ask another man to fuck him. "Fill me up with your cum." Another spurt of toxic spooge shot from my dick into his gut, and it was my turn to grunt. "Hot poz cum in your hole, Daddy." The pot had helped relax me and release my inhibitions. It felt good to be calling Doug "Daddy." It felt good to be shooting my hot, fresh, poz load into him. "Your boy is infecting you." It felt good to be talking so openly of our dark desires and actions. "Fucking breeding me boy. Give me that dirty cum." "Oh fuck Daddy. Cumming in you," I grunted. The orgasm had an intensity, that was unexpected for such an easy, unremarkable fuck. But, I had developed a familiarity with Doug where because the physical intimacy was so easy we could explore the deeper recesses of our raw, emotional sexuality. This was one of those encounters where the thoughts, the words and the emotions were far more important than the basic fucking. "Fucking pozzing you up," I gasped. I wondered for a moment how the crystal I had smoked over the weekend was still affecting me. It would be one more amazing feeling that I could chalk up to crystal. I wanted to fuck Clint tonight, feel that special crystal connection between us again. I wanted to party again. It was the last thrust of the orgasm. My balls signaled that they were empty, and my dickhead had the intense sensitivity of post-orgasmic bliss. "In me," Doug said. "You came in me, boy." "I know," I said. The way Doug called me "Boy" was just one more warm ember in the pleasant afterglow of sex. I relaxed, and found that my dick slid deeper into Doug. I let it stay there as my body pressed against Doug's sweaty body. "I came in you. My thick, hard poz cock shot a load of virus and sperm and spooge in your raw hole." "Good boy," he said, and started to kiss me. I let him; the way he had called me a good boy made it impossible for me to deny him anything. Nor did I want to deny him anything. He had been generous and vulnerable with his sweet hole, and I wanted his angry, mongrel breed of the virus for the future. I lost track of how long we kissed. "You came in me boy," Doug repeated. This time it was a bit more coherent. "Second load today," he said. "You said that. Rent boy, huh? Poz too." My dick was still deep in Doug's hole, soaking in the warmth of two different men's poz cum. The dirtiness of the situation was arousing. "Yeah," Doug said. "Big cock. Big load." He closed his eyes at the memory. "You gonna see him again? Add him to you poz daddy list?" "Maybe," Doug said. "Although. There was one thing." The tone wasn't distaste. There was even a hint of interest. "Yeah?" I asked. "He, well, he partied a bit at the beginning." "Partied?" I asked, trying not to betray too much interest. I hoped he hadn't noticed the way my dick twitched. "Yeah, you know. He smoked some crystal." "And?" I asked. "I didn't do any. Just some pot. But it was still so intense." Between us, his dick dribbled a bit. "And you? You said you were going to tell me about your weekend?" I smiled. "Well. You know that Nathan and Jason party, don't you?" He smiled, an evil, wily grin. It was the grin that knew exactly how this story was going to end. "Yeah," he said. "They've mentioned it." "Well. This was the weekend when they introduced Clint and me to the party." "And?" he asked, eyes arched. "How was it?" "Amazing," I said. It had been simply amazing. I barely had words to describe the feelings. Everything was just more intense and more connected. Time sped up and slowed down; an hour of cocksucking felt like a few minutes, and an instant in an orgasm lasted for weeks. "No regrets," I said. I paused for a moment. Doug knew me well enough to not interrupt. I remembered how Clint had looked, spit-roast between Vic and Nathan. I remembered how his ass had felt, milking my cock. I remembered how Nathan had felt inside of me, re-infecting my hole. "I'd do it again," I finally said. "I could tell," Doug said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. My dick had gotten hard again; I blamed the crystal memories. "Oh? What gave it away?" I asked. "The way your pozcock got hard when you talked about." "That bare pozcock is still in your raw hole." "I know," Doug said and gave me a kiss. I let myself to get lost in the kiss and welcomed his tongue as it explored my mouth. It was easy to talk to Doug, but of course, we had shared some of darkest fantasies. We had even enacted some of them. Now, we had just opened another cell in the darkest reaches of our personal dungeons. I was looking forward to exploring. "I was thinking," he said, breaking off the kiss. He paused, then continued. "I was thinking tina would be fun to try one of these days." "Yeah?" I asked. "Your cock just stood up," he said. "Would you want to try it with me?" "Fuck," I moaned. I was starting to press back into Doug. "Yeah, I want to party with you." "Over the weekend. What was your favorite thing?" "How close I felt with everyone. How it wasn't just sex, but a celebration of everything that sex helped us achieve." "These drugs? Or a religious experience?" "Yeah. Both." My cock was hard and the darkest parts of my imagination were running wild. Strangely, even as I was fucking Doug, my fantasies always circled back to Doug fucking me. Nathan had gotten me high and fucked me relentlessly over the weekend. I wanted to have that same sense of release with Doug. "You want another load?" I asked. "You got it in you?" "Yeah. And it can be in you." "Promise?" Doug asked. I nodded my head. "Perfect." Doug wrapped his legs around my waist, holding me in place as he twisted back just far enough to grab the bong and lighter from behind the bed. "Wanna hit?" "Yeah," I said. Even though I had been vaping earlier, nothing compared to the real thing. "If I do a rip, I'm gonna fuck you all afternoon." "Then do three," Doug said. "Deal," I replied and lit up the weed. It was fresh and potent, so even a small hit was going to be effective. "That one doesn't count," Doug said. I did another and it was a proper rip. After that hit, the small stateroom was filled with the distinctive sweet smell of pot. "Now my turn," as he took the bong from me. He did two quick rips, before handing it back to me. I did another hit, feeling the weed begin to kick in. It was faster than I expected, but I didn't care. It was only making my dick harder. I took one last rip from the bong. I held the hit as I put away the bong, and then leaned in and kissed Doug. He inhaled, taking the hit from me and letting me breath again. "Damn," I moaned. "All I want to do is fuck you. And never stop." Doug exhaled. Even second-hand it was still a dense cloud. "All I want is your poz cock pounding its toxic cum into my raw hole." I gave him a long kiss, as my dick dripped cum into his hole. "Bug chaser," I said, finally breaking off the kiss. "Nasty, slutty bug-chaser." "Diseased gift-giver," Doug said, with barely any hesitation. "You gonna give it to me? Give me your special gift?" "If I haven't already," I said. I was getting closer to a second orgasm, and Doug was pushing all of my buttons. My dick was once more fully erect, and the pre-cum was dripping directly into his whole. "You've got so many loads up there," Doug said. I had lost track of the number of loads I had fucked into Doug's hole. "So many men fucking them into you." I pushed my dick deep into him. His ass tensed for a second, like it was too much. But he smiled and relaxed. "Slutty bug-chaser," I said. "Collecting all the bugs," Doug said. He reached under one of the pillows and produced a bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the cap. He held it under his nose, inhaling deeply, before he offered me the bottle. "Especially your bugs." I snorted from the brown bottle, feeling the warmth of the poppers re-enforce the weed. It all felt so comfortable, even as Doug and I indulged our darkest fantasies. "We both know you already have my bug," I said. "Now it's time to enlarge your collection." "When you partied. Over the weekend," Doug started. "Yeah?" I asked. "Did you get any new loads?" "Yeah," I said. "From these two guys, Vic and Sean." "Poz?" "Very. And partied a lot." "Now a some of their seed is in me. And some of their virus too." Doug reached down and ran his finger around the margin right where my dick entered his body. "And you're fucking more of it into me." "I am. Pozzing you up. Just like you asked." My head was swimming under the influence of the pot and poppers. But it was a good buzz; it connected my fantasies directly to my dick. "Getting you sick." "You know I still want it. Just like that first time." "When you begged me for it." "I always beg for it," Doug said. "I want you to fuck that poz load into me." "Hungry man," I said. "You hole is milking me." Doug did another hit from the poppers, and paused for a second. I watched his face and shoulders redden under the influence. "I need it so badly. It's insane. I'm sick as a dog. And horny as a weasel." "It's damn hot," I said. "It's how the virus starts to pervert you." "So fucking horny now," Doug said. He was moaning with each stroke of my dick. "I know. Just don't let your horn make you do stupid things." "Like?" "Getting fucked raw by an HIV-positive man?" "That's a really good thing to do, boy, don't you think? Let him have the pleasure of cumming in my hole." "Fuck, I'm hard," I grunted. "I can feel it. Like a steel rod in my gut." He pulled me in and we kissed again. "Dripping toxic sperm into my hole." "You're taking it all," I said. "Last of my cum. The dregs of my balls." "The dirtiest ball-scum you have." "Dirtiest, nastiest, foulest pozjuice I can make." "Deep in my guts," Doug said. "You know," he started. He paused for a mere second. "We should figure out a good time to party together." My dick twitched, and Doug smiled. It was impossible for me to hide my excitement. I told him the truth. "Clint and I were thinking about this weekend. Want to join us?" "Yeah!" Doug said, grabbing my ass. Then he suddenly stopped. "Damn. I forgot. Max was going to come over." "Well. Do you know if Max, uh, partakes?" "Oh yeah. Of course he does." "I'm sure if Max gives Clint one of his loads, we'll all leave the party quite happy." "I think that can be arranged. Max has a thing for innocent young things." I thought about Clint and innocence. About the afternoons he spent at the gym, and the men he serviced in the locker rooms. The evenings at the library, and the men he let fuck him in the study carrels. The nights at the clubs and baths, and the men who bred him. "He's hardly innocent," I said. "I don't think that's going to bother Max much." "Fuck," I grunted, and slammed my dick into Doug. "Sounds like a plan." "Well," Doug said. "Just. Can you find the supplies?" "Don't worry. Nathan introduced me to a source." Nathan had also mentioned that Leo was HIV-positive. But, Leo didn't take his meds regularly, and his virus was now resistant to a number of the drugs. I wondered if Leo's spooge would be good for Clint. "That's awesome. I'm excited," he said. He squeezed his ass around my cock. A few drops of pre-cum dribbled out, into Doug's body. "A bit nervous too." "Nervous? About partying?" Doug nodded. "It's cool," I said. "I was too. Worried it would be awful and scared that it would be amazing." "And now?" Doug asked me. "Scared that with you, it'll be even better." "Breed me, boy," he said. His voice had the fierce urgency of primal need, and my dick dribbled a bit in pleasure. "Fill me with your charged up cum." "You want my poz party spooge?" I asked. "Party me up, popper me up and poz me up," Doug grunted. "You know I can take it, boy." He reached down and grabbed the bottle of poppers. He unscrewed the top, and inhaled deeply. After taking a second hit, he looked up at me. His eyes were wide with lust and hunger. "Fucking breed me boy." I took the poppers from Doug and held them under my nose. The soft chemical scent filled my nose, and the familiar rush began a few seconds later. "Gonna poz you up Daddy," I grunted. I quickly screwed the cap on, before the rush became too intense. "Give you the disease I had fucked into me." "Fuck me with that big boy poz cock," Doug grunted, clenching his ass tightly around my dick. The two loads already up there made sure my cock was well-lubricated, so his tightening ass was only pleasure to me. "Make your Daddy proud of you boy. Fuck that virus into me, boy." "Please Daddy," I grunted. The poppers had collided with the weed, and pushed my brain into a dirty place. "Let your poz boy cum in your hole. Let me infect you, Daddy." My dick was throbbing. "Be a good boy," Doug urged me. "Be a good boy and cum in your Dad's ass. Cum for me boy," he said. "Cum for me." "Oh fuck, Daddy," I grunted. "I'm so fucking close. I want to cum in your hole, Daddy. Please?" "Yeah boy," Doug said. "Come on and breed me. Fuck that poz load into me." "Oh GOD," I yelped, as my dick spasmed and spat out a fresh geyser of poz cum. "FUCK," I continued, as my dick did another victory spurt. "I'm cumming in you," I grunted as more cum shot into Doug's guts. "Give it to me, boy," Doug grunted, an order he was clearly enjoying giving me. "Give me your poz cum," he continued. "Fucking poz cum," I continued, punctuating it with another shot of aforementioned deadly liquid. "Another poz load for the bug chasing Daddy." "Gift-giving boy," Doug said. He grabbed me, and pulled me close to him. "Slutty hole is filled with my cum, Daddy," I said, as the last few drops of cum dripped out of my dick. "Feels fucking amazing," Doug said. "You had a big load." "Big poz load," I reminded him. My cock pulsed, but I could feel only a drop or two come out. "All I want from you, boy." Even in the heat of orgasm, I felt a bit self-conscious calling him Daddy. But in the warm afterglow of orgasm, Doug calling me boy made me feel safe. I kissed him slowly, enjoying the feeling of my shrinking cock rubbing up against his tender ass, working the accumulated loads into his body, and eventually, into his very DNA. "Come here, boy," Doug continued, pulling me a bit closer against his hot, sweaty body. "I want to give it to you," I murmured to Doug, as he stroked my back, working his way down towards my ass. I closed my eyes, and savored the sensations enveloping me. "I want to party with you." "I want to do that too, boy," Doug said, working his hand over my ass. He pressed a finger between my crack. He found my asshole immediately, and started to gently tease it. "And I want to give you my strain." "Please," I moaned. "Fuck me," I grunted. "Breed your boy. Given him your sick cum." "You serious? Doug asked. I hadn't expected to get fucked by Doug this afternoon. But his finger pressed against my hole, and I squirmed with pleasure. "Yeah," I said. "Totally serious." I grabbed the bong and the lighter, and sparked up. The water was the color of a light tea and was a testament to the power of the bud. I inhaled, filling my lungs. Still on top of Doug, I adjusted my position so I was straddling him. His dick was hard, and it quickly found my crack. I pressed my lips against Doug's and exhaled. My lungs empty, I felt his dick press up against my hole. He had gotten fucked over the weekend, fucked by men I hadn't yet met. I wanted him to re-charge my hole. I wanted to get a fresh strain, primed for infecting so many other men. I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me hard."

I was there today and loved the place. Very friendly, great service, the ideal place for you to fuck with Germans, 90% of those who were there today were German. I was fucked for about 15 and took 5 loads. I highly recommend. I'm planning to go to Lab-Oratory tomorrow but I don't know if I'll be able to go, since Sunday I've been fucking and tanking about 7 load per day, my asshole is destroyed. Lol

Great way to put it. Love the taste and smell.

actually yeah. I would strangle that little faggot while I jackhammered his ass and he loved it. He was also picking up grown men to fuck him too.

I am not being disrespectful or lashing out on anyone personally. So please don't take it personally however I know I'm not the only one who feels this way and I don't believe in "pussy-footing" around reality.

Continue of Part 1: Once safe in the car, I tried to calm him down through the space in the window- "Dude I was just sending a text while watching u walk off from that scene! You need to relax, bro- need a smoke?" I could see the wheels turning in his brain. His eyes were a warm brown and u could see the attempts of a chin strap starting to form on his face. He was torn by want and image- a true struggle for such a young man. In the end, image won out; "whatever, fag." As he walked back to where his board layed on the ground i couldn't help but admire how the sweat and sun highlit the muscles of his tapered back to his pantline. Once his board was retrieved he disapeared into the crowd and I went back to watching the young meat on display. I was watching one boy intently. Blonde hair, with a waiflike build that if not for the tattoo on his back i would have worried we was too young; but the looped tribal ink told me he was open for business. I loaded a bowl of herb i had prepared laced with Tina and was about to take a hit when there was a knock on the driver's window. I nearly jumped out of my skin but was relieved to see it was the guy with anger issues with a look of shame on his face. "Hey dude," he said through the crack in the window; "I'm sorry about earlier... If you're still offering I'd love a smoke." Outwardly and inwardly I smiled- he's mine. With my head I motioned him towards the passenger side while I took my hit. I unlocked the door and blew my smoke towards the ceiling while he climbed in. I rested the pipe on my thigh, right near my crotch as he got comfortable in the seat next to me. Out of my periphs I saw him watching the pipe in my hand. "I'm Chuck," I said as i brought the pipe up to take another hit. "Jordan," he answered as I lit the crystallized herb. "How old are ya, bro" I struggled from coughing to keep the smoke in. "20" LIAR! "I'll have to check your ID, dude, nothing personal just want to make sure you aren't a teen." He shifted in the seat to pull out a purple duct tape wallet from which he pulled an eastcoast ID. The picture was pretty dark, and it was hard to tell for sure if the kid in the picture was the same sitting next to me. I suspected a fake. Indeed first name Jordan, but the year didn't match. I again asked, "how old are you?" He sighed as he admitted to being 18, but in 2 months he would be 19. According to the ID this was true, if it was a fake he remembered the details well enough... either way, at this point I didn't much care. I handed him the pipe and watched him take that first hit of what he thought was just green. He closed his eyes an leaned his head back as the smoke started to flow into his blood. His Adam's apple stuck out like a shelf. He smoked to hand it back to me but I told him to take a few. As he sat back, relaxing and feeling the tina begin to work with the herb I asked him what was going on- who was the 'cunt' he was so pissed off over. After a couple of hits he looked at me with a tear in his eyes as he said that his girlfriend back home had gotten bored after only a week of him being away and had hooked up with two of his friends. I struggled not to laugh as I said, "You've been here a week, so how many times have you hooked up?" He turned bright pink and tried to deny it but i simply put my hand on his arm and looked him right in the eye- dude to dude. "Well," he began; "my second night here i let a dude blow me cause i was super horny and he was bitching about missing his bf back home... but that isn't cheating, and letting 2 dudes breed you is!" He pressed to justify how he wasn't wrong but she was. "I agree!" I assured him as he took another hit. He again leaned back to feel his hit, his hand with the pipe falling to his lap. Using the slightest pit of pressure, I rubbed the back of my hand against his crotch as I took the pipe from his hands. The feeling of my hand against his junk made him jump but relaxed hen he realized I was reaching for the pipe. I took my hit as he continued about how unfair pussy can be. "Well, Jordan, that was the end of the green. I have booze and something stronger at my place if you need." He couldn't resist. I slowly drove back to my second apartment- my place is grand and lush- but I never bring my hookups there. Since I could afford it, I also rented out this piece of shit apartment in a building that was probably going to be condemned in the coming years. This is where I bring my hookups. Can't rob me if you don't know were I live.... Once inside he jumped on the old ratty sofa I got at a thrift store and took a deep sigh as he let it all hang out. I asked if he wanted a drink. I brought him the beer he ordered as i went into the bedroom to get the supplies. More to come if there is interest....

Chapter III. I excused myself to take a piss, knowing that Adam’s POZ cock was about to get much closer to my boy’s raw hole. I made my way to the door and looked back. Of course my boy’s head was turned to Adam, staring at his cockhead peeking out of his jeans. He never saw me open and close the door, then hide behind a stack of boxes. Within seconds, my boy spun around and dove onto that POZ cock. He tugged at Adam’s jeans, popping buttons all the way down, and freeing that big beautiful uncut dick. Adam’s cock was so long that it reach up to his navel before his jeans were unbuttoned, and now stuck out at least 10” from his body. My boy swallowed every inch down to the root. Adam still had has camera in hand and was clicking away. "Better pull off that thing," he smirked, adding "Spin back around so your man doesn’t see you in this position, at least not unless he wants to." He looked up and over towards the stack of boxes. I suspected he knew I was still in the room! I reached for the door and opened it just as my boy swung back around. Adam’s cock was still hanging out, dangling right over my boy’s hole. I approached slowly, transfixed, as I watched a pearl of precum slowly leak out of Adam’s POZ cock and drip ever-so-slowly down and land right on my boy’s asshole. I knelt in front of my boy as he slurped my dick down to the root. I leaned forward and spread my boy’s cheeks. Adam snapped away as I worked that pearl of POZ precum into my boy’s ass. I fingered his ass as my boy moaned on my dick. Adam’s oozing cock was inches away from my boy’s ass as I kneaded his cheeks and worked my fingers in and out, getting him prime, loose and ready to take this stud’s raw POZ cock. I was on the verge of blowing my load down my boy’s throat as I reached out and wrapped my hand around Adam’s manhood. Every moment was captured by the camera as I guided that raw toxic cock into my boy’s hole. Adam thrust slowly forward as his foreskin pulled back. Every inch disappearing into my boy’s ass was rewarded with moans of pleasure from the three of us, and clicks of the camera. My boy gagged on my dick and pulled off to catch his breath. He smiled up at me, ‘I’m finally doing it. Taking POZ cock raw!’ I smiled and nodded to him. Adam began rocking back and forth driving his cock deeper and deeper into my boy with each thrust. He pulled away from the camera and handed it to me, nodding as he did so. I couldn’t believe that I was allowing this to happen, encouraging it even. I took the camera and started shooting. I moved around the sofa as Adam began pile-driving my boy’s ass. Adam’s pace quickened as his breath got more shallow. I knew he was close, and I leaned in as he bottomed out inside my boy, firing off, shooting his toxic load deep into my boy’s gut. I could see his balls clenching again and again, breeding my boy. Adam slowly pulled out, leaving my boy’s ass wide open. I could see white globs of POZ cum start to ooze out. Adam smeared the seed onto his hand and then onto my dick, leading me forward. He took the camera and began shooting as I entered my boy’s slack cummy silky hole. I knew I was working that POZ seed deeper into my boy’s hole, and that sent me over the edge in mere moments. It felt like I came a gallon, relishing the feeling of Adam’s POZ cum slipping over my raw cock, flowing deeper and deeper into my boy’s ass. I caught my breath as I realized that the camera had stopped clicking and the sound had been replaced by clapping. My boy and I heaved as Danny and Sam approached, both naked and hard. Adam patted us both on the back as he leaned forward to kiss Danny and Sam. "You boys finished, or do you want to keep this party going?" My boy grinned and smiled at me as he said, ‘I knew their plan would work!’ Only then did I realize that they had planned the whole thing. Danny started to arrange me on my knees beside my boy, both of us leaning on the back of the sofa with our asses prone. Sam slid up behind me as Danny eased up behind my boy. ‘You fuckers ready to take some more POZ cock!?!’ My boy leaned over and kissed me hard as Danny and Sam fingered our holes. When we pulled apart, we both answered with a breathless ‘Fuck yeah!’