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Quick stop at bookstore this evening ended with me nutting inside some husky redneck in his 20's. It started with me sucking off about 4 guys over the course of an hour. I gotta say that men are definitely cumming faster from my gum jobs than they did when I had teeth. After #4 was done, I went to a quiet area in back, and see this young bearded redneck walk in. Definitely rough around the edges, which was just what I needed. He stops near me, so I pull out my bone and wave it at him. He smiles and has a seat on bench. I walk over and offer my cock right to his mouth and he goes to work. He was a great cocksucker, but he pulls off and looks like he's thinking about something. I ask him "you want fucked don't ya, son?". He nods, and I tell him to show me his ass. He stands, drops his pants, and bends over on the bench. Hairy ass, and a clean dry hole. I spit a bit right on it and finger it in.a bit. He's really tight, so I start rubbing my dripping cock on it to help lube him. Finally, I start to push in slowly and he opens up without too much force. He relaxed and got into my rhythm, and I'm only thinking one thing- planting my poz load in his ass. I call him a good little whore, tell him his going to take my nut, and ask him if that's what he wants. He gives me a YES SIR! So I start fucking harder and faster, and as I'm starting to cum he moans that he's cumming. He clamped down really tight and milked my cock of its load almost better than it ever had been. I pause to let my spasms end, then fuck a bit more to mix my load up in his guts. I popped out, and I just knew he'd lick me clean, which he did. Perfect ending to a great bookstore visit!

Part 1 - Parting Ways There was hardly any wind in the air and the sun shone brightly on the group of graduates. Oxford had never looked so English as it did right now. Many of the graduates started to feel uncomfortable in their academic dress getting sweaty and sticky underneath. The time honoured tradition took all afternoon to complete, but at least it wasn't raining. Luca walked off the podium to applause from his fellow students, cutting a fine figure in his academic dress and striking blend of Mediterranean and English looks. One of a few bright students that entered in to university at 16 he had finally graduated at the age of 20. His parents looked on proudly at their son, he was assured a bright future with his results and was already fielding job offers from prospective companies. Right now though working was the last thing on Luca's mind, education finished all he wanted to do was take some time out and enjoy a bit of life before he had to work. The celebrations went on for several hours before Luca said goodbye to his parents and headed back to the dorm room. His university friend Mark was already packing his belongings half naked when he entered the room. Congratulating Luca and having a quick banter about how funny people looked in the academic dress Mark slumped on to his bed phone in hand and buried his head in social media. Luca took his hat off and yawned loudly exclaiming how tired he was from all of today's activity and began undressing. Mark discreetly watched his favourite time of day when Luca undressed. Luca wasn't tall just an average at five feet eight inches, it was the Mediterranean and English looks that really set him apart. Gio his father being Italian had given him his dark almost black hair and light covering of chest hair that trailed down to his groin in a perfect line. Sarah his mother came from England and gave him the eyes and looks, eyes that contrasted spectacularly being the brightest blue that seemed to change shades in the differing light. Amongst the other students he was also known as 50 Shades of Blue. At his young age Luca was impressionable and easily persuaded, more so when flattering or flirting was involved. In secret it was Luca's downfall, he just couldn't say no when someone paid him attention and they were male, not a slut by any means as he had some will power allowing him to draw the line. Mark loved looking at Luca's chest, so many times he wanted to run his fingers down along the treasure trail. It drove him wild and would often imagine what it would be like to have sex with Luca. The perfect body and tight swimmers build begged to be lapped up. Admired and loved. Mark felt the usual twinge in his groin and turned over on the bed. Luca was no fool seeing Mark turn over on to his stomach, he knew Mark liked to watch him undress or walk around the room nearly naked. They had spent 2 years living together and neither of them discussed sexuality, Luca knew Mark was gay but he never spoke about it for fear of being discovered himself. The last thing he needed was to make things difficult between them, after all he liked Mark and they spent a lot of time hanging out and he liked it just that way. The academic year finished it would be the last night they would be together, Mark still had another year to complete and hated the idea of another room mate moving in to Luca's bed. Luca returned from showering and hurried Mark along to get showered and dressed. He was taking Mark out for dinner as a thank you for being a friend. This time it was Luca's turn to watch the tall figure stand up from the bed. Mark was just under six foot and had a rugby players build, strong muscular legs and ample sized biceps. He was not ripped just very toned and not a bad looker either, his brown eyes were big and seductive, and his neatly kept brown hair showed he took pride in his appearance. Luca's eyes wondered down to his packet and could tell he was still semi hard, certainly he was not lacking in that department. Mark grabbed his towel and headed out of the room, Luca sat on the bed putting socks on then stopped. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake by not hitting on Mark. He had admitted to himself some months ago that he was attracted to Mark on many levels, had he just let the love of his life pass by. Standing up he perished the thought as stupid and finished getting dressed. Luca had played his life carefully at university, having a few encounters with some very hot guys off campus. Never giving them his real name of where he was living or studying, always keeping a very low profile and only doing anonymous meets. He could recount all 20 of his encounters, some just blow and go some fuck and go, never anything more and never twice with the same person. Luca was never short of attention from girls around campus and some of the openly gay students, keeping his cards close to his chest and focusing on getting educated. People only ever saw the straight side of Luca, never giving cause for anyone to question him. He was quite happy flirting with the females and enjoying the attention. Mark on the other hand thought he had been discreet around Luca and was banging up two or three regulars on campus, all discreet meetings to avoid unwanted attention. Luca had some idea as he often went out late evening with the lame excuse he was going for a run. Mark returned to the room and quickly dressed in a tight black t-shirt that he liked since it accentuated his arms nicely. Heading in to Oxford city centre they went to Travatina's Italian which had become their favourite eatery in town. "So this is finally happening" Mark said finishing his espresso "our last night at uni". Luca sighed "It has been great fun living with you these last few years" he replied looking at Mark. Mark smiled "I hate to think what I have coming next term" he said looking almost scared. Luca laughed "Hate the idea of someone else being your friend now I won't be there" he replied. "Your still my number one" Mark said sitting up in his chair "just don't forget about me stuck here". Luca felt a little embarrassed feeling that Mark was slightly hinting at something "Friends for life Mark". Mark nodded "Yes" he replied "so you are going on this graduation trip?" he asked. "Yes we fly to New York next Wednesday and sail back to Southampton on the Sunday" Luca replied excitedly. Mark refused to let Luca pay and paid then stood up "I want to see lots of photos" he said waiting for Luca to put his jacket on. "Think about Italy Mark" Luca said as they walked outside "we would love you to come out for a few weeks". Mark nodded "When are you going to Tuscany?" he asked watching a gay couple across the street. "Middle of July" Luca replied "we will be there for five weeks as usual". Mark smiled "Tuscany" he said dreamily "in July, gonna be hot" he said rambling on. Luca nodded "Yes but it is so nice" he said smiling "I have three weeks in the UK after New York". "So lucky" Mark said looking ahead "I mean having a home in Italy and here" he looked at Luca. Luca chuckled "It will be the last time I get to spend 5 weeks in Italy" he replied. The following morning Luca's parents arrived at 10am to take him home. Mark walked outside with them to say goodbye, Luca's mother gave him a kiss on each cheek and said she hoped to see him in July. Gio gave him a hug and Luca embraced Mark hard holding him tight trying to contain his emotion. It was one of the saddest days he ever experienced saying goodbye to Mark. He desperately wanted to kiss him, instead he inhaled deeply taking in his scent. When they broke apart their eyes met in a strange way. The look was enough to question how deep the bond between them really was. Mark helped Luca put his luggage in to the car and hugged him one last time. "I will see you in July" Mark said watching Luca step in to the back seat of the Range Rover. Luca smiled and looked back at Mark "Really?" he asked smiling "it makes it easier saying good bye now". "Send me the details and I will get my flight booked" Mark said more confidently having made the decision. Mark closed the door and watched the car pulling away from the dorm building. Gio watched his son in the back, the sad expression on his face said a lot. Both Luca's parents were beginning to be aware of their son's sexuality even though he didn't like to broach the subject. They invited Mark out to Tuscany having got know him through Luca and how he would talk about him constantly without realising he was doing so. They liked Mark and saw how easily the friendship between Luca and him had happened. It had crossed both of their minds that there may be more to the friendship that ran deeper. One thing was certain Gio could see the hurt in his sons eyes today of all days, maybe it was just Luca feeling sad leaving what had essentially been a home for him for the last four years. Luca looked at his phone and saw a message already from Mark, he opened it up 'Cheer up, will see you in July', smiling he typed a quick reply 'Already looking forward to it'. Luca sat back and chatted to his parents on the drive back to London and their home in Holland Park. It wasn't all happy when they first met two years ago. Mark crashed in to the dormitory room with confidence, he looked at Luca and said hello then dumped his bags and went out returning four hours later looking dishevelled. Luca kept his head in his books and ignored Mark hating how he noisily unpacked and disrupted his studying. By morning Mark was up and out by the time Luca woke up, he never heard him moving about or going out. His previous room mate Dominic had at least been friendly hanging out with him and studying together. Dressed for the day Luca went to the refectory to get breakfast before lectures, walking across the grounds he saw Mark trying out for the rugby team. It sent a shiver down Luca's spine. He hated sports like this and had a love for tennis, he hated even more that he had to partake in rugby at least once a week since it was part of their academic studies. He stopped for a moment watching the power of Mark steam rolling down the field then shaking hands with the team captain. The last thing he needed was a horrific sweaty sporty person living with him, the smelly socks and dirty kit left laying around the dorm room. Luca met up with several of his friends at the door to the refectory all keen to find out about Luca's new dorm mate. By that evening they had at least spoken a little more but in theory they seemed worlds apart. Mark was studying English literature and Business on a three year course and Luca found him to be very well educated and spoken. Something you would never gain from his outward appearance. Luca stood on the field in the pouring rain with his rugby kit stuck to his skin, wishing the ground would swallow him up. Mark was playing for the other side and several times they made eye contact and laughed getting told off for larking around. Being a contact sport where you played to tackle your opponent he could never imagine that Mark would take full advantage of this. Whenever Luca found himself holding the ball and running he knew full well that Mark made a beeline for him and tackled him to the ground purposefully lying on top of him until he let go of the ball. By the third time they played rugby together Mark was tackling Luca for no reason bringing him down and stopping him from even getting the ball. He found it funny at first then he started getting turned on every time he laid on top of him, it was getting weird now and Luca was starting to get pissed off with him without really knowing why. Having had enough he switched to tennis as soon as the weather got better, at least he was good at it unlike rugby. Mark was obviously disgruntled by Luca's change of sport but tried to hide it from him. They had become better acquainted and begun to hang out a couple of times a week and gradually their friendship grew over the next two years. Luca even looked after Mark when he came down with a bad bout of flu during their final year together. Luca checked on him every few hours during the 4 days he was struck down, half expecting to contract it himself. It was like a waiting game over the next few days, Luca was sure he would be struck down with it. Somehow he avoided it despite how close he was to Mark. Luca felt so much closer to Mark during this time, the temptation and want to climb in bed next to him was hard to resist. Thinking better of it, he retained dignity and just admired Mark's body. Mark went back to the dorm to finish packing the last of his belongings. He sat down on the bed feeling alone for the first time in years, Luca was an incredible person and so kind inside. He was now only beginning to fully realise how lucky he was to have had him in his life and how happy he made him. Mark saw a message from his parents saying they were 10 minutes away. He stood up and retrieved his medication from the hiding place putting it in his bag and zipping it up. Why didn't he make a move and tell Luca how he felt, could he even be sure he was gay since he never showed any sign indicating he was. Luca probably would have run a mile and even further knowing he was hiv positive. He might even freak out knowing that he had nursed Mark through his conversion. It wasn't meant to happen but then one to many beers and a dodgy hook up app on his phone spelled disaster and lead him down a path that came back and bit him hard. The weeks he had gone to counselling afterwards he used as discovery sessions trying to figure a lot of things out and clearing his head. Mark was unsure if everything boiled down to his own personal upset having to lie to Luca. He laid on Luca's bed then turned over on to his stomach burying his head in the pillow inhaling deeply, head full of regrets now that their time was over. Turning on to is back and cuddling Luca's pillow. His hand fumbled through the jeans waistband to his hard cock stroking it and inhaling the pillow again, quietly whispering 'Luca, oh god Luca'.

Day 3, Part 4 They all got back into the canoes and pushed off just as Tom and Jay began to fish. The pace was quicker than earlier and Ken kept making comments about being late and to paddle faster. The sweat was glistening off their skin as the workout and the warm afternoon sun took it's toll. The group came around a bend and Eric and Billy were pushing their canoe off another sand bar. PJ and Danny were still standing next to their canoe and PJ yelled out "Chris! Over here!" Colin groaned and didn't seem to be too happy that they were going to take another break. They beached the canoe and Chris got out, walking over to PJ and Danny, leaving Colin at their canoe. When he got close, Chris saw PJ pass the blunt to Danny and then blow a huge cloud of smoke in the air. PJ smiled at Chris and asked "How's that hungry cumhole of yours?" "I took seven more loads a little while ago, two were from a guy and his son who were fishing" Chris replied. "Now you're takin' anon loads, that's fuckin' hot" Danny replied and watched Chris blush. PJ laughed and looked intently at Chris. "Think you can take two at once in that slutty cunt?" he asked. Chris's mind raced, realizing he was another step closer to being an uninhibited cumdump. "I never tried before, but my ass has never been this stretched out either. I guess there's one way to find out" Chris replied. PJ and Danny grinned and PJ was the first to lay down on the sand. Chris pushed off his shorts and kneeled down, licking all over PJ's cock before starting to suck it. The cock grew hard in his mouth and while he usually wanted to spend a long time giving a guy head before getting fucked, he knew that there wasn't much of a need getting PJ's cock slick. Chris pulled off slowly giving some last attention to the precum dripping out of PJ's dick. He straddled PJ and then lowered his well used hole onto PJ's spit covered cock. Chris slowly sank down, taking the thick shaft all in one go. With all of the cock he had taken in the past few days and the cum that was still deep inside him slowly getting absorbed into his body, PJ's cock was now easy to handle. Grinding his hips on PJ once he bottomed out, he felt PJ's shaft probe his guts. Chris began to ride PJ's cock and enjoyed the feeling of all the cum inside him getting churned up again. After a few more minutes of riding him, PJ reached up and pulled Chris down to his chest. Chris was just laying there, a thick cock deep in his hole and then he felt it - a hand on his lower back and then another cock pressing against PJ's cock and his hole. On the fourth attempt, Danny was able to squeeze his cock inside Chris's hole. Danny pushed in deeper and Chris was sweating as his hole got stretched out even more. "FUCK!!!" screamed out Chris while Danny kept pushing deeper. With two dicks stuffed deep inside him, Chris was breathing heavily. "Just relax 'n stay still. We'll take care of wrecking that hole 'n get you knocked up with our baby makers" PJ said softly. Danny groaned and started rocking his hips. Chris yelled out and thought that his guts were being pulled out of his body, but still tried to relax his whole body. Danny's strokes got longer and as Chris's hole stretched and stopped spasming, he fucked harder. PJ pushed up as Danny was pulling out and they got into a rhythm pumping their hard cocks in and out of Chris's straining hole.

The coolness of the Crisco on my hole feels so good but little did I know the Crisco was loaded to Miss Tina. The guest has 4 fingers in me when I start to feel the Tina starting to work and I want that fist in me so badly now. This his hand being bigger than I have taken before I know I'm being stretched wider but the Tina is making my hole so hungry as I want more. Mr. Benson is fucking the waiter by the window as we are on the ground floor and people can see look in which adds to the excitement of showing the world what slut I am. I can see his hand disappear and half of his forearm is in me when he starts to pump me really hard as I'm in chastity and my dick straining against the cage this is torture for me. When he pulls out the feeling of being so empty and wanting my hole full again. The guest tells Mr. Benson your boy needs his hole fuck for hours and he knows the place and the men who take care of me. Mr. Benson he is a slut and that would be really nice as he has been a good boy and needs it. Before we leave I'm given a heavy slam as the guest gives me a card and I'm to give it to the concierge at the desk. We get to this building that has to have been a government building of some type built 200 years ago. They tell me get out of the car and go to the door and open it. I'm all tweak up as I open the door and at the desk this very tall man is there. He ask can I help you in the most sexy English voice I have ever heard and his piercing blue eyes looking at me. I hand him the card and he says O you are the one we have been waiting for. He ask me the following questions. Are you on meds: No Are you POZ: Yes When was the last time you were given a load: 1 Hour ago Was it a POZ Load: I don't know So you take any loads: Yes Do you do drugs: Yes When was the last time: I was slammed right before I came here He tells me to strip and to give him my clothes as he puts them is the garbage and says you won't be needing them again. He puts a pink arm band on my right arm, then says you will be here for the next 72 hours, you will be fed a constant flow of drugs to keep you awake and your hole begging to be filled, you can't refuse and loads, dicks or fist for if you do you will be castrated. I ask can my chastity be removed, he is laughing and says NO, Then hands me these pills to take and for me to bend over as he puts something in my hole. He escorts me to a door then tells me the room is small and dark and I'm to wait there until the other door is opened.Once inside the room is dark like he said but through the other door you can hear some sounds, what ever he put in my hole is burning me up. It like 10 minutes before the each on the door is opened. There is a small red light and my arm bans is reacting to the light, there has to be 50 men is this room as it smells of SEX , CUM and PISS, the floor is sticky to my feet as I try to move around with out tripping. Someone grabs my arm and tells me to squat down and suck his dick. I can taste the cum on it as it must have come out from someone hole, I feel a fingers in my ass and they are working my hole, the one who's dick I'm sucking says get on all fours and shoves his dick in me, this feels so good as I'm moaning like a bitch in heat as someone puts a dick in my mouth. This goes on for some time then I'm feeling like I'm going to crash as I brought over to a hole in the wall he says stick your are in, I do I feel a prick of the needle and the rush of a slam. I'm brought to another rood that is like a shower stall and a fire hose is turned on me with very cold Water , they say what's next for me is they want a clean whore for what's coming. The room has very bright lights, this man dress in leather comes over and starts to inspect me as he has a clip board, he is looking at the brand on my ass then says very nice and welcome to the slave retreat. We are going to work on your hole for the next few hours and film for the world what faggot slut you are.

Day 3, Part 5 "Fuck... that faggot can really take a lot of dick" Colin said, standing behind them and stroking his cock furiously. Danny and PJ fucked faster and Chris began to moan out "oh god... fuck me... harder... I need your cocks... fill me up." Danny grinned hearing Chris beg and grunted out "yeah, we are... gonna flood you soon." Danny started hammering furiously and PJ stopped. Danny howled out and began pumping his load into Chris's stretched hole. PJ felt the pulses from Danny's cock against his own and it made him start to shoot too. Twin jets of their DNA were mixing with the other loads still inside Chris. Chris yelled out again, his cock swelling painfully in the cage and spurting out, coating PJ's chest and abs with cum. He then felt ropes of cum splash across his face from Colin, all of their bodies getting covered as their orgasms rippled through their bodies. Colin moved back and watched the three guys just lay there, recovering. Danny pulled out and stood up, watching Chris lay there a minute more before he too pulled off and stood up, trying to stand on his shaking legs. Cum was running out of his hole and down his legs and once he was steady he reached down and pulled PJ to his feet. PJ gave Chris a tight hug and said "You're one of us for sure, now." "We better get movin' or Ken is gonna be pissed at us" Danny said, adding two more marks to Chris's back. They all pulled on their shorts and pushed the canoes into the water, paddling quickly downstream. Chris's ass hurt like it never had before. He had taken a few really thick cock's before but nothing had ripped him open like both Danny and PJ's dicks stuffed into him at the same time. Chris relived the double fuck over and over in his mind and couldn't get over the comments about them wanting to wreck his hole and 'knock him up'. He knew people said strange things while they fucked, their minds clouded in lust. Maybe they said this stuff to the women they fucked when they tried to get them pregnant. Over an hour downstream they spotted the campsite for the night and brought the canoes on to the sandbar.

Day 3, Part 7 "Fuck me, son, and give me some of that highly charged youthful essence" Les told Andy. Andy muttered "Oh fuck yeah" stroking his cock before he slammed into Les's ass seconds later. The group on the other side of the fire watched intently, interrupted only by a swig, hit or drag. Most gave an occasional tug to their junk as their cocks started to stiffen. Ken called Colin over and said to him "You're after Andy. You better fuck and breed my partner good or you'll regret it." Colin hurried over and got behind Andy, wanking his cock to full hardness. Ken got up and went to his tent, coming back with a canvas bag and sitting back down on the log next to the fire. The grunts and groans from Eric, Chris, Les and Andy drowned out the crackling of the fire. Eric and Andy started to thrust with a feverish pace until Eric finally slammed in and unleashed a gush of cum into Chris's hole. Andy fucked a few more minutes until he too was filling Les's guts with his seed. Eric savored the feeling of the loose, cummy hole for a few moments and then pulled out and letting Billy take over. Andy stood up and smiled at Colin who was nervously waiting. Colin crouched down and pushed his hard cock into Les's well used hole. Andy walked over to Eric and was talking with him quietly while Billy and Colin fucked away. Less than ten minutes after he started, Colin was moaning as his cum pumped into Les. "Is that it, boy?" Les asked. "Sorry, sir. That's all I have right now" Colin replied. Ken had been watching closely and then barked out "Colin... Over here, NOW!" Colin ran over and stood in front of Ken. "Don't move" Ken commanded. All eyes were on them as Ken reached into the bag. Pulling out the smaller cage he quickly locked it on to Colin's cock. Colin gasped as his foggy mind realized what was happening. "No more fucking until I say so" Ken barked. A few of the guys chuckled and PJ got up and walked over to Les, dropping his shorts and then stroking his cock. PJ started fucking Les just as Billy began to empty his balls inside Chris. Billy pulled out, fingering some of the leaking cum back into Chris's battered hole. Once he was out of the way, Andy kneeled and slid his hard cock into Chris. Andy leaned over Chris's back and whispered into his ear "Consider this a bonus gift." Andy and PJ fucked and fucked, matching each other's pace and grinning back at each other until PJ pointed at Andy and asked "You ready?" Andy nodded and the two pounded their bottoms harder for a few seconds before adding more hot semen to the hungry holes. Andy added three more marks to Chris's back and headed back to his camp chair. The group stayed around the campfire until early in the morning talking, drinking and smoking. One by one they headed off to their tents and crashed. Inside Colin and Chris's tent the two laid there for a few minutes. The silence was broken by Colin saying "This is all your fuckin' fault. I should be fuckin your brains out instead of havin' this damn cage on my fuckstick." "It's your own fault, Colin. Maybe Billy's a little bit too. Just don't be a dick tomorrow and maybe they'll take it off" Chris replied before falling asleep. Marks on Chris's back: ///X ///X ///X ///X ///X ///X ///X // (37)

Part 2 - Social Blending Oliver stopped a few hundred meters from the Loeb Boathouse in Central Park taking a sip of water waiting for his friends to catch up. It was sweltering hot and they had been running for nearly an hour. Stretching his legs against the bench Liam caught up with him huffing and puffing and whinging about the heat. He plonked himself down on the bench drinking some water. "Did you give any more thought about the trip?" Liam asked placing the cap on his water bottle. Oliver stopped stretching "Stuck on a ship for seven days" he said looking at Liam "I guess it will be quiet". Liam chuckled "Quiet or busy, depends what you want to do" he replied smirking "or who you want to do". Oliver stood up straight and smiled "I could do with a break from New York" he said sitting down. "You never know you might even find true love on there" Liam replied looking at Oliver then laughing. Oliver looked down the path "That only ever happens in films" he said. Liam stretched his body out "Are we doing it then?" he asked looking at Oliver. "Yes let's do it" Oliver replied "are James and Brad coming?" he asked Liam. He nodded "Yes they both are up for it" Liam replied. Oliver rested back on the bench enjoying the sunshine. At 28 years old he had moved to New York two years ago having sold the tech company he built from scratch whilst studying at Caltech. He was a fairly unassuming guy from the outside at five feet nine inches and nicely built without being over muscled. His strawberry blond hair and brown eyes matched perfectly to his attractive face. Well educated he had made his fortune at 26 , he was always ambitious even from an early age. Moving to New York he hoped to find a better sex life or even a man. The sexual side of Oliver was a complete contrast, an insatiable sex drive often needing to get off four times a day before he felt satisfied. In his early 20's Oliver was going from bathhouse to cruising ground and could never get enough cock or ass. Contracting hiv at 23 years old after a drug and drink fuelled night and getting tag teamed by six bears and otters he couldn't walk properly for two days, he took in excess of 20 loads over five hours. From that day he swore only to top in groups as he couldn't go through that again. It also lead him to the dark perverted side of his nature, holding off from medication allowed him to gift men. He had a separate phone with dating apps on that allowed him to keep his identity safe. He would find a guy and date them pretending he still lived with his parents. When the guy would announce he had tested positive Oliver would break up with them faking shock and horror and never to be heard from again. Packing a juicy 7.5 inch cock he never had any trouble finding bottoms. Liam was a totally different character, he was also 28 years old and came from a rich New York family. Tall at six foot we was a lean mean fuck machine with his 9 inch cock, newly diagnosed he knew exactly where it came from. Brad had nailed him in the bathroom at one of the swanky restaurants in the upper east side after playing a starring game across the restaurant whilst having dinner. It was quick and over with in 10 minutes. He never blamed or accused Brad when he found out, instead he found him at the restaurant two months later and invited him around to flip flop fuck. Becoming a regular fuck fest he was soon friends with Brad's partner James and their friend Oliver. It was Brad and James who changed his whole perspective of being poz. He found a love of bareback sex and breeding guys, never stopping to find out if they were neg or poz. Easily he could make a guys eyes roll back when he moved in for the kill with his cock, hips like a jack hammer that left a trail of destroyed and wrecked asses in his wake. In New York he found his looks were quite an advantage, the cropped ginger hair and beard seemed to be sought after. He was ordinary looking with pasty white skin, his broad chest and trim body made guys melt to the point of doing anything to get him. "Finally" Liam said looking down the path at Brad and James sauntering casually. Oliver looked "I think James has had enough of running today" he said chuckling. Liam laughed "What took you so long?" he called out to them. James pointed at Brad "He found some muscle dude and snogged the face off him" he said rolling his eyes. "Turned me down for sex though" Brad said looking flustered and sitting on the bench. Brad the youngest of the four at 26 years old, he was also the sluttiest of the group carrying the highest viral load. An all American jock Brad was an aggressive ruthless barebacker for his age and not afraid to pin guys down to get what he wanted. If all else failed a few drops of something special in their drink would help the evening along nicely loosening up his target. Oliver had to admit that Brad scared the hell out of him with his tactics to nail guys. Brad came from a small town in Virginia, leaving home at 23 deeply involved in scandal after he pozzed up one of his cousins at a family get together. He loved nothing more than a squirming body underneath him trying to escape. At five foot ten with dark hair and eyes his body was muscular and thick like a wrestler. His grin was his weapon of seduction and the seven inch cock the weapon of destruction. Coming from a middle class conservative family he was very well educated albeit lazy. When the scandal broke around him fucking his cousin who was straight he ducked out at night and moved to New York, cutting off ties and not wanting to deal with the fall out. Whilst staying at a friends he went to one of the drag shows in Brooklyn and met James. After they fucked in the toilet cubicle Brad chuckled and said he was a pretty good at stealthing but wasted the condom on him. From that moment when their eyes met they fell in love and became inseparable. Time was ticking for Brad and he was due to start on meds in a months time at his next visit to the clinic. He didn't mind since he now had James in his life who also had a love for raw sex. James the oldest at 32, he had a long history and impressive tally of stealthing guys, always carrying prepared condoms for any eventuality. He was careful who he stealthed never revealing to much and nearly always they were fucks in cruising grounds at night. Wealthy from inheriting his fathers fortune they lived two blocks from Oliver and Liam. James on the outside a very business like man with his five foot ten stature and immaculately groomed black hair and smooth complexion, he was adequately built as he called it. He was very capable at restraining and holding the bottom guy on to his cock. A very suave and sophisticated character that almost hypnotised guys when he talked to them making it easy to seduce them. His speciality was picking out tourists in the city from overseas and fucking them using his condoms. He had no idea how many guys he may have infected having never stayed around long enough after the job was done. Since meeting Brad though he had calmed down a lot, still he kept a ready supply of special condoms. Once a stealther always a stealther, it as an addictive thrill he just couldn't and didn't want to kick. "Have you persuaded Oliver?" James asked Liam sitting down. Liam gave a thumbs up "Totally, looks like we are all sailing across the Atlantic next week". Brad laughed "Cruising more like" he added starting to hit on Oliver. "Cut it out" Oliver laughed pushing Brad away "if anything I will fuck you not the other way round". Brad grabbed Oliver's cock "I could do with a recharge before I start meds" he said giggling. James rolled his eyes and looked at Liam "Shall we book it then?" he asked. "Yes" Liam replied getting his phone out. Oliver leaned forward "Err no crap accommodation, suite only or not going" he said "period". Brad tutted "God we need to find you a lover" he exclaimed "someone you can adore and spoil". Oliver laughed "You mean like James spoils you?" he asked looking at Brad who was grinning with his hand on James's cock. The one thing they had was friendship that allowed them to sexually expressed themselves with each other openly. It made enjoying sex all that better when you could spend some passionate time with someone you knew who wasn't expecting anything out of it afterwards. Oliver though made it clear that when he found the right person he would cease all his antics and settle down like an old fashioned married couple. Liam finished the call to his travel advisor and telling the guys they had secured the two royal suites on the forward section of the ship. Considering they booked so late they were lucky to get suites at all, fortunately the previous booking for the two suites had to cancel last minute. Whilst not quite the top duplex suites he was hoping for they were the next best thing. James and Brad would have their own suite whilst Oliver and Liam would share the other. Brad got out his phone and looked up Dranuc line and became more excited reading about the Duchess Grill that was described as the height of transatlantic luxury for the discerning traveller. James laughed questioning if they were discerning travellers.

So this year, I accepted a position with a touring production of a show that travels the US. Its my goal to take a load and swallow a load in every city we stop in. Although due to the Coronavirus and how crappy our health insurance is in this country is, I don’t know how long it is going to last. But lets skip the impending doom and gloom and talk about my cumdump status. Our 1st stop was near Fort Lauderdale, so I took my first day off to visit Club Fort Lauderdale. It was a Tuesday and not knowing how busy ½-price night would be. So as to not arrive “too early" and get as much time as I could with the crowd, I arrived at 430pm so that I could also finish prepping before the fun started. However after arriving at 430pm, I was greeted with a line of people waiting to get in and when I finally got up, I had to take a basic room as the video rooms were out. Well that wasn’t that big of issue, so I just rolled with it. Before I even got to my room, I almost got dragged into some fun. Having cleaned out 90% of the way before I left the hotel, I dropped my clothes and ran back over to the room only to be invited into s now threesome, so of course I got on my knees and swallowed some cock with the door open. Being that open we got a crowd of onlookers and very quickly or threesome turned into an orgy when we had 4 folks in the tiny room… I stopped sucking, someone started sucking and then the guy who’s room it was asked the newest guest to fuck him and a condom came out. First I thought was bummer, luckily he couldn’t take it, so I presented my hole for inspection and he jumped in it. Same condom he had on with the 1st guy, so still wasn’t happy, but considering I didn’t feel fully ready it was good. After a while of that the party broke up with no one losing a load. After that I finished prep and started walking about the club. While I was walking around, I ran into the monster cocked and it was only then that we both realized that we had a language barrier, he spoke French and I didn’t, however he did finally understand that I wanted it raw. So for the remainder of the night he kept calling me a bad boy, and as long as he kept fucking me with that Huge Daddy Dick, I was happy. Throughout the night I got fucked by him and a few others, but I mostly spent the night on my knees swallowing dick and loads. The highlight of the night was a massive pumped cock that I jammed down my mouth and throat and the muscle daddy it was connected to. He ate my dirty hole which had been used all night and sent me home after I blew my 3rd load satisfied.

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 . . .

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!

What he was was a cumdump without cum. With a caged cock with a huge lock. He had to wear it the math competition. It drove him crazy. Jerry didn't answer his phone. Rod was nearly beside himself. His pubes were growing back. The itch was lessened but once in a while, the hairs seems pointy and stuck him. The cage was tight. He knew he wasn't able to properly clean up down there and was afraid others could smell him. Rod made up his mind that Sunday afternoon, he would go to Jerry's place. He would do whatever Jerry asked if he would take off the cockcage. Meanwhile, Dom, Butch, Mac, and Jerry had been discussing th situation. They needed to take him 50 miles away to a larger town where they would whore him out. They had pix of all but his face posted. A deposit of $5.00 would get a face pic that was unreproducible. They figured the big jock would be worth about $50.00 per fuck. Oral $10.00. They had one more idea. They would let him top for the real sissies. $100.00 a load. They'd need measurements and a big series of dick pics. But, they had to convince him he could top. Well, they knew what pills to use. After his cock had been trapped for so long, they knew he would be ready to get out of the cage. If he agreed to top, he'd get out. They knew he would bottom with the cage on. They kOnew he was a cockslut. OK, so just for fun, they planned an afternoon of fun. It would be fun for them, but they couldn't leave Rod bruised. He had to look like a hot young jock whose ass was perfect and ready for anyone to take. His face was almost pretty already, so there would be cocks waiting to be swallowed to the root. Rod had taken Butch, he could take anything that showed up. Rod's adventures aren't over for sure.

Tough stuff to deal with. i wouldn't presume to tell you what to do, but since you are looking for feedback, i'll share my thoughts and feelings for what they may be worth to you and the discussion. i have come to believe that love is not enough of a foundation on which to build a lasting relationship. i see love as part practical, i.e., a conscious decision to consider another person, know and understand them and affirm their value. That sounds way more clinical than i find it is in practice. i think the need for love (as defined) is universal. The other part of 'love' is sort of mysterious to me, attraction that we cannot always put our finger on and i'm not sure it actually qualifies as "love" or is more an expression of wanting than giving? Still, so many (romantic) relationships seem to evolve because of this thing we call "love." To me, love is largely a choice... at least the practical side i mention above. Another component of romantic relationship, that i think gets little cognitive awareness, is compatability. With guys, i think sexual compatibility is a big fucking deal (pun intended). i know this is an over simplification, but physics demonstrates that opposites attract and form bonds (i.e., negatively ions attract to positive ions). i think consideration of human nature has extended that (reality?) to relationship. E.g., the idea of yin/yang is ancient. i believe that a successful relationship requires self awareness. But self awareness is not just a product of introspection. If our self knowledge depended on our view of our selves, we'd all be deluded crazies lol, give stuff like subjectivity, cultural influence, etc.. That is to say, another way we obtain self knowledge is in relationship with others, that we also can see ourselves in that reflection of relationship. One of the funny things that occurs in a dedicated relationship is, once you live together your mate will eventually point out things about you that you were unaware of, and vice versa. And, of course, that is not always an accurate reflection, no ones 'mirror' (so to speak) is flawless. i think the fact that we learn and change (and hopefully grow) in relationship, points to the fact that we, and consequently our relationships, are fluid... not static. They change. You note that: " I have desires that were never filled while I was single and honestly I really want to experience them." It seems like this is something you have become aware of over the course of time, so it's not like you entered a relationship knowing that you want/need to bottom. From what i have seen, when relationship encounters incompatibility like this it goes (generally) one of two ways: the parameters of the relationship changes along with the participants, or the relationship (as it is) ends. Which to me, is really the same thing. As a side note, i think it's possible to "really, really love" someone in an open relationship. i believe love is an affirmation of who that person is, not who they should be. i think jealousy is a product of failed expectation, and that it's the opposite of love. You guys have 7 sweet years invested in each other, i'd suggest relationship counseling as a means of clarifying and, hopefully, preserving your love for each other whether the relationship stays the same or not.

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.

I have 6 layovers in Phoenix this month. My first was Monday, 2 days ago. Before making plans with any of the local guys I play with, I wanted one layover to myself for some (hopefully) extra slutty fun. I was checked into my room, showered, and cleaned up by 2PM. I went on Scruff and placed a "come load my ass" ad on Doublelist. Scruff wasn't working for me that day, but had a few replies on DL. The most promising guy on DL wound up saying he'd be over in 20 minutes, but after 30 minutes passed I knew he'd flaked. So I decided to head over to Flex and see if I could find some fun there. I arrived right at 4PM. There was a decent amount of guys there, a mostly older crowd that was hanging out by the pool and hot tub. I focused my cruising on one of the dark rooms. I sucked a few dicks, fingered a few holes and got my ass fingered a few times. I was there for about an hour before I got fucked for the first time. I eventually found a guy in the darker corner with a fairly meaty dick. We felt each other up for a bit before he turned me around and started probing my ass with his meat. I'd pre lubed so he was able to slide in pretty easily. He went balls deep on the first stroke. It was a slow entry, but he did make me wince a bit. I bent over, grabbing a glory hole for support, and let him use me as long as he wanted to. Within a couple of minutes he was finished and stepped away. I don't think he loaded my hole, but the fucking felt good regardless. No one else was stepping up to take his place, so I decided to walk through the place and see what was happening elsewhere. I did a lap around the facility, and walked through the other dark room. Sitting on top of the padded table was a decent looking hairy daddy type, with a rock hard dick. Average length but very thick. I dropped my towel and bent over so I could get his dick in my mouth. He was loving the oral attention and after a few minutes he asked if I'd like to join him in his room, and I of course said yes. When we got there, I continued sucking his meat and he started probing my hole with his fingers. I opened my legs more and raised my ass up as an invitation to continue exploring my ass. Before long he got up and got behind me and slid his dick in. He fucked pretty slow, not a power fuck at all, but his girth felt amazing. We fucked and played for about half an hour...he either couldn't cum or didn't want to, and I was ready to head back to the dark room and see what was going on. By this time, there were more guys in the place. I'm not really into guys in their 20's or 30's, but there were a lot of them here now. I went back to the dark room. Someone had either turned off the single red light in the room, or unscrewed the bulb...but it was completely black in here now. I don't see well in low light as it is, and I could only feel my way around now. I was making my way around the wall, and there were quite a few bodies to feel. I found a place against the wall and stayed there for quite a while. I don't know what it is about being in a pitch black environment, but I get super horny. I sucked dick, got mine sucked, had a couple of dicks in my ass, I fingered a few holes...I was probably in there for an hour just enjoying it all. I was getting pretty tired and was super horny and I was ready to blow a load and head back to my hotel. I walked around the room, brushing up against many bodies, looking for a willing ass to fuck. I found a nice firm ass with a sloppy hole bent over the padded table. I slid in and wanted to fuck for as long as possible, but the guy was thrusting back on my dick making it impossible for me to control the speed of the fuck. I wound up unloading in him in under a minute. Longer would have been nice, but at least I got off. I went to get dressed, ordered my Uber, and got back to my hotel at 9PM. A guy on Scruff had messaged me, a VERY handsome fit guy. I mean, he's crazy handsome. The kind of guy that's so good looking, I wondered if he meant to message someone else instead of me. He wasn't up for any play that night, but we made plans to meet up on Thursday when I'd be in town again. We texted yesterday and today, and we're still planning on meeting up tomorrow night. I'm thinking this will be a long slow sensual fuck. He's got a great body and an above average dick. A long and slow fuck will be most welcome by him. He doesn't seem to be the piggy top type, but I guess you never know. I'll log that encounter in my next story.

Hey, love your stuff. Can't wait for another chapter.

I am honored to announce I won two of the 2020 RavensEden adult industry awards for * Most Underrated Performer * Best Fan Video ("Powerfucking Jared Erikson" with JD Daniels topping me and TWilcox directing and editing) Here's to being the male breeding stock I am. Jared

I think it is always worth talking to your partner. My late husband and I didn't realize how much we both got off on my being a cumdump until we opened up our relationship. There were many Saturdays I would wake up to find he had been on apps and Craigslist lining up tops to come breed me in our bed.

I just got stealthed. Met a guy grindr, a hot muscle man, went to his place and choked on his big dick. He fucked me raw on my back and planted a load deep in me. Afterwards, noticed he was on scruff as well and listed as poz. 🙂 definitely hope to take his load again

Seems like lots of wives/gfs don't like to suck cock or are bad at it. I had a conversation with two coworkers one night about it. After a couple of drinks, I started giving them tips. It's surprising how some don't know how to suck a cock. One coworker told me that her bf actually stopped her while she was blowing him and asked, "Wait.. did you learn something new?!" I laughed. She did thank me and told me she gave me the credit that night.

You naughty boy! Say 10 Hail Marys and strip naked! Then bend over so Father Frances can fuck you raw for your sins!!!

Part 3: New Discovery As I regained my senses I realized my entire nut sack had been removed. I was now a eunuch. I felt depressed just for a little bit but then I realized they weren’t much use to me anyway. I was a total bottom anyway so it’s not like my cum would do any good. I was awake for maybe an hour when Sister Mary walked into the room. For some reason I immediately bowed before her. Not out of fear but to show my complete submission. She walked up to me and patted my head. She told me to get back on the bed so she could inspect me to make sure I was healing properly. Satisfied with the healing she had me get on all fours on the bed. She tied my hands and feet so I couldn’t move. I was a bit curious why I was being tied up when I take cock so easily. Apparently Sister Mary saw the look on my face. She explained that tonight I would be providing services to three very special gentleman. These men were from the local hospice and each one had AIDS. For some reason I moaned in anticipation. She told me that since my balls were removed to focus on my ass and I would have a very intense orgasm. Before she left the room she kissed me on the cheek. She whispered in my ear that after tonight her and Father Frances would be my parents and her name would be Mommy from now on. I said Yes Mommy not sure really what she was talking about. As she left the room she dimmed the light. As Mommy walked out of the room the first guy walked in. You could tell he was sick. Very skinny body. Pale. As he removed his clothes I noticed he had a lot of open sores. His cock on the other hand was beautiful. It had a couple of sores but looked yummy nonetheless. He quickly got behind me and spit on my hole. His cock I imagined would feel wonderful. He was maybe 6 inches with medium thickness. He entered my hole slowly and before long he bottomed out. As my ass adjusted to his cock I focused on my ass like Mommy said. She was right. I felt his cock in a whole new light. He slow fucked me for quite a while and I started feeling a strange feeling in my ass. I was on the verge of having my first anal orgasm. And then it hit. Damn it was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. The gentleman picked up the pace and really started fucking me harder and faster. This drove me to another anal orgasm and then they wouldn’t stop. This drove him over the edge and he shot a descent load in my ass. After he finished he pulled out and got dressed. As he left the room Mommy came back in with something to drink. I was thankful for the drink. I drank it down rather quickly. Mommy asked me if I was ready for the next guy and I said Yes Mommy. She left the room and had the next guy come in. He looked to be in a bit better shape than the last guy. As he undressed I don’t recall seeing any sores on his body. I honestly wasn’t sure if he really had AIDS. He just didn’t look sick. What he looked like was hot. 6 feet tall with broad shoulders. Mid 50’s with salt and pepper hair. A nice 6 pack. A cock that was at least 9 inches and very thick. His beautiful mushroom head was deep purple and I knew he wouldn’t last long. I looked at him and said fuck me stud. With that he slammed his cock in my ass and it hurt. I didn’t care. I wanted this man to abuse my ass and use me. Once I got used to his cock I was moaning like a cheap whore. Unfortunately he didn’t last long. Five minutes maybe and he shot a huge load up my ass. He withdrew his cock. Kissed me gently on the lips and got dressed. As he left the third guy appeared. He didn’t really bother getting undressed. He pulled his pants down, stuck his cock in, and within a few seconds he was cumming. Very small load from a small cock. Honestly I barely felt him. As he left Mommy appeared again and told me she was proud of me. She then informed me that her and Father Frances had told my mom and dad that I was gay. She said that they disowned me and that’s why her and Father Frances were now my parents. She then untied me and I asked if I could hug her. She said I could so I did. I thanked her for accepting me the way I am. She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. She told me to relax and she would be back with some food. After Mommy left I had time to reflect on what had happened in the past hour. I was smiling and grinning knowing my life would now be in the hands of two loving parents.

Given losolent's history, this is the beginning of another passionate love story.

Everything that you say above speaks directly to my innermost thoughts & desires. My sero-conversion will be a brief blinding event, but your DNA would be with me for a lifetime. After much deliberation, I have come to see that by inviting you to exercise your power to vastly influence my life, by accepting your viral offspring, I would be claiming control over my fate. I don't want you to do this TO me, but rather WITH me. It kind of difficult to express, but I would be demonstrating my control by giving it up & instead trusting your power to re-shape my existence. I also feel that CARING is involved here. Your act of inseminating me would show caring or even a type of love. How else could I describe it if you responded to my overwhelming need by literally putting yourself in me & upon withdrawal, leaving behind your own seed to take root & grow strong. In turn, I would lovingly care for the viral "child" that you entrusted to me. I so look forward to continuing this discourse with you.

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.

In my experience, once the Top has established a rhythm, any creative movement on the bottom’s part stands a high risk of breaking that rhythm. Changes by the bottom should be introduced very carefully and tentatively, with constant sensitivity to the Top’s slightest immediate response. If the bottom feels that he either doesn’t have the fine control to finesse the change, or sufficient sensitivity to the Top currently being served, then it’s probably best not to make the attempt, and let the Top find his own path to pleasure - he knows his cock and his mind best, after all. I rarely do much to augment a fucking that seems to be going well, except that in some situations I will tighten up ever so slightly on his outthrust and relax on his inthrust - in rhythm with him - just enough so that his corona feels a tiny bit of extra friction on the way out. This usually brings out a long groan. I can’t always do it - if the Man’s penetration is shallow, or if his girth stretches me too much to give me any leeway to squeeze carefully (or at all o.0 ) I don’t make the attempt. Sometimes it’s all I can do just to follow instructions, like when a Top with a huge cock rams in up me until I have tears in my eyes and then says, “C’mon, open that shit up.” 😨

During sex I'll take any position the top wants me to be in (unless it's getting too uncomfortable to stay in that position for long) but when I notice he's working up to shooting his load I stay still. If he wants me to shift I'm sure he'll tell me.

Part 7; The 3 of us had tourniquets put on, and using 3 different syringes/needles drew blood from one another. Then a 1/3 from each syringe was put into 3 new syringes, making 3 lots of a triple DNA cocktail. Still on all 4's, we got the twink propped against the wall, still with the Gask Mask Funnel Hood on, and Rose-Plug in place. Tom being Tom and his twisted mind, having just put a tourniquet on him, now with a marker pen, wrote on the twinks arm; 'Demon DNA here', with an arrow pointing upwards. I first got jabbed, with about 1/4 of a syringe full. Next up came Tom, he also got a similar amount. Malcolm was more than happy to donate, but he wasn't up for being 'slammed'. Fair enough. As the needle approached the twinks arm, he put his opposite hand inside the rubber jock I put on him at the beginning of the evening and started playing with himself. In it went. We all watched the plunger depress as the remaining 1/2 of that syringe load went in. Malcolm took one of the remaining 2 syringes, and squirted about half into the Gask Mask Funnel Hood, then took another large piss. That beautiful forced gulping sound soon ensued, and the lil twink had got a hard on and was now wanking. Malcolm pushed his hand away from the rubber jock, and placed the twink in the sling, restrained his wrists and ankles, removed the Funnel Hood, took out the Rose-Plug, quickly unzipped, and started slapping his semi erect Dick against the now well weathered hole. I knelt down sideways to the sling, inches away from dick and cunt. As per, he milked his perineum, and I got a close up of rank pus oozing out. In he went, sliding in deep. I stood up to see Tom attaching nipple clamps to the twinks so far neglected nipples. Malcolm wasted no time and was fucking hard and fast. As he got pounded the twink looked up at Malcolm, whose face he did not know, as he had only seen him with the mask on. That was HOT to watch. Malcolm started breathing heavily and grunting. His grunts got louder and louder and we could tell he had started unloading as with each of his final handful of grunts he slammed in hard. He zipped up and left the room. 'Keith, we are out of Fist Gel'. I'm not surprised. Off I went to make a new batch. ******* Do you want a Part 8?

This bottom is planning an upcoming visit to Fort Lauderdale and considering staying at Inn Leather. My questions are: what is this place like and what is a good room to stay in? Any help greatly appreciated.

Hello Longtime reader here and first time posting. A little about me, I'm 37 and finally bottomed for the first time about a year ago (with a condom). This after 5 years or so of using dildos, sucking a couple cocks, and finally getting up enough courage to actually bottom. In the last few months I have since bottomed two more times (both with the same older daddy type top) and checked off another fantasy in that they were both raw without a condom.......although he did not cum during either session. I was even fucked in a sling which was awesome and really look forward to that again. So my final two fantasies are about to come true probably this weekend. This same top is going to host and invite over 2 or 3 top friends of his to all share me. I will be bottoming for 3-4 guys total and this time I will definitely be bred by at least a couple loads. I think I'll mostly be in a sling for this group. Do you guys have any advice for me? How should I handle 3 or 4 tops? Anything advice for best way to take their loads and what to do after the top cums in me (and move onto the next one?) Do you think I'll feel them cum in me? Thank you in advance.

I love talking dirty while topping or bottoming. I work it into the slutty talk. Does he like this? Should I do more that? It works whether you're giving or taking. Some guys get off on the dirty talk and start talking back and it can get real interesting... you can both really 'steer' how the fuck is happening in real time. Some guys appreciate that you ask and are either shy or so focused on the fuck at hand that their answers are short and blunt. That can be a turn on as well. You know they are listening and responding. I love it when I'm fucking a guy and he squeezes my cock on the in/out thrusts. But when I have the position I like - I just tell him - "stay there" and hold him where I like him. Most bottoms get it. If they don't, I'm quick to say "stop moving or I'll stop fucking". That usually gets compliance. LOL. And I really pay attention to the cock in my hole and the action of its owner. I love to squeeze and open and see what he likes. Then do more of it. I'm experienced enough to 'watch' for the signals from a good solid top. And if the guy doesn't seem to be 'getting there', I ask him if there is anything he would 'like'. That usually works as well Some guys are just shy about asking or telling when they play. Me? That's half the play (fucking is the other half) GRIN. I love the answers on this one... all over the place. Cheers

Met a tall giant of a guy with a huge dick off Grindr. He came around and just stuck his huge dick in me. No foreplay. Hurt like hell. But he came bucketloads in my ass.

scored 5 cocks and 3 loads at a local park this afternoon, been without cock for a few weeks so it was a great way to break the drought. The second guy was with a mate who only wanted to watch, and who doesn't love an audience when you're getting bred by some anon cock.

I'd think highly of it. I'd want to use her juices to moisten your cunt.

well said! Probably exactly (or very close to) how I would have replied. there’s something about the feeling when a guy cums inside of you. I have a hard time putting it into words that would do it any justice. Mind blowing? Epic? Life changing? Spiritual? Freeing? Nope - none of those capture how it feels to me. I’ve talked to some fellow bottoms who say that they can’t feel it at all when the guy cums - I honestly have no idea how that’s even possible, and if it is true, than I am sincerely sorry for them as they are missing out on one of the most incredible sexual experiences a person can have (in my humble opinion hehe). But seriously, just relax and go into the night with ZERO expectations or assumptions, or even a plan for that matter. Let it happen organically, enjoy each moment for what it is, as it flows into the next moment...go with the flow and where the mood and chemistry take you, and embrace what you do get to experience without any regret or disappointment over things you did not get to (this time! 😈😊😉🐷). I didn’t experience sex with more than one partner until just this past October (10/16/2019, 4:30pm - 1:45am) what a night! I asked a good FWB if he would help me finally live out this one specific fantasy, and he enthusiastically agreed. Knowing him and trusting him, then knew anybody he’d invite over was fully “vetted” 🤣👌🏻 and wouldn’t pit me in a position where my safety etc would be an issue. He even agreed to host (which was great since he has a fucking awesome sling, huge 65” screen tv playing a continuous stream of porn from whatever “genre” you would like, fridge stocked with plenty of water and other rehydration choices, nice shower with a clean-out attached, all the blindfolds, harnesses, lube, and other accessories to ensure the playroom is prepared for whatever goes down at any given time. He invited 4 buddies that night, 3 tops and one Vers top who agreed that he would not try and sneak in one of the cocks meant to plow and breed me himself. Ended up taking 9 loads it total that night. By the time my buddy shot his first deep in my gut (he went first), I had the blindfold on and my wrists were strapped to the poles near my head....and fucking WOW! Even though I had met each of them when they arrived and knew who was in the room - it was absolutely an incredible almost religious experience not knowing which one was inside of me at any given time. I highly recommend giving it a try. Just breath, relax, agree with your friend that he’s “got your back” and will know if you are in a bad spot or mindset. Enjoy it my friend - but be warned, you may just not be ready for how much you like it and how good it feels. It’s addicting.

Dude, I'm just like you, date women, but love sex with me. Get on PrEP and quit worry about taking loads. Yes, there is always a slight chance you'll get pozzed, but you have a much higher chance of getting hit by a car going to meetup with your fuck.

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

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to):Mike Your cell number (for texts and voice calls):507-381-7175 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code):56062 Times you're generally not available:Differs with work schedules. Age:40 Height:6'3" Weight:260 Ethnicity:white

Jessy, here I’m 19 and my brother is a member of this group also boy4you. Like my brother, I had to move away from Nebraska at 16 because being gay is a big problem. I'm sexually active on PrEP taking raw loads and having fun.

Prequel to Chapter 7; - Have you received your main 18th birthday present yet? - Yes Sir. Private gymnastics coaching with you for two weeks in July. I cannot wait. I wish it was not so far away. - Patience, boy. However, we can still train you in other areas. I have already informed your parents that every Tuesday after school until your residency with me in the summer I will be giving you one on one private physical education tuition for a few hours after school hours. And I will be taking you home after each private session. [ ''Training Tuesdays'' were born ] Mr Jackson then went onto give me specific instructions that as I went to sleep I would do kegel exercises, each and every night. And that is how I fell asleep this evening. Doing kegel exercises, training my virgin cunt to be tighter than it already was, with a belly full of my twin brother's delicious sweet cum. 👅

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I have 4GA. P.A. and love it, but not every bottom likes getting fuck by it. I also have both nipples 8GA. Right ear to signify I'm a bottom, A stud on my tongue with a septum in my nose and Guiche.

Part 12; Jim leaned back and locked the door again. Turning back he looked at me, and nodded... 'Go on' 'You want me to use a condom Jim?' 'No. He's ready to be infected... Jim was on Medz and undetectable so even if they were fucking Bare, he couldn't infect Matt. Yet, he knows I have Full Blown AIDS and not even on any Medz at the moment. ...and he doesn't need any loosening, I fucked him earlier, and he's had some G'. I lubed up with spit, and slid in. All things considered, he was super tight. I grabbed hold of his sexy hips and fucked slowly, sliding in all the way, watching his cunt lips grip my Dick as I pulled out. I looked up, Rob and I looked at each other, exchanging knowing grins as we fucked this sweet cutie from both ends. 'Save your special gift for the cum dump upstairs Rob' I felt my Dick really begin to swell as I was getting really turned on, and having not cum in 2 months I was now getting close very quickly to cumming for the third time that day, and I started to pick up a quick pace having only been fucking for a few minutes. I looked up at Jim... 'Go on Keith, infect my boy, give it to him. Share your death seed'. Fuck, that is all I needed to hear, and soon I was grunting as I began to unleash my toxic load. 'I'm close as well now Keith. Either I shoot my load in this boys mouth, or I charge up the Tina'd Twink'. 'You still have Tina Keith?' 'Yes Jim, want some?' 'Yeah, bring some down. The boy and I will be chilling in your living room ... Put your shorts back on boy'. Rob & I went upstairs. I checked the load tally; 14, with No.15 banging away. The twink had been taken off of the rubbered mattress and put back in the sling, still wearing the 'Fist Mitts', Ball-Gag back on again, and was being flogged on his torso with a leather paddle. 'Cute Keith. I'm glad I saved a fresh load of something different for this cum junkie'. Guy No.15 soon bolted his load, and left the room. Rob approached the boy. He motioned to the guy flogging to basically clear off. 'So you want more cum eh' ... The twink nodded. 'I've a Special Gift for you; Syphilis. You want it?' With the ball-gag in place he just gave a confused look. 'I'll take that as a yes boy'. 'This is the triple DNA cocktail I was tell you about Rob' ... The final amount. Rob squirted some inside his own piss slit, some on his Dick and started stroking, then the final bit on the twinks visible yet retracted Rose, rubbing it in. He slid his toxic Dick in. 'Your cunt is very loose boy. Someone has been a very busy SLUT haven't they, eh'. Holding onto the sling chains he started fucking the twink with long and hard slow powerful thrusts, pulling all the way out each time. 'There was a sweet lovely boy sucking me downstairs. He got me very close to cumming. But it was decided that you should have my first load. And I can tell you are a true fucking cum whore, so take this Syphilis loaded cum you nasty bug pig'. Rob started cumming, keeping his Dick impaled he snarled and growled at the boy. Taking his Dick out, he looked around, picked up the 'Punch Fist', and rammed it in the twink, and walked out. I marked No.16 on the tally. Sweet! ? LOUD squeals for Part 13 ...

Part 10; Tom and I had gone downstairs, leaving the twink restrained, gagged, gaping, and his cunt savagely wrecked and full of a mixture of beautiful DNA. Tom was feeling pretty tired. He was going to stay over, and get stoned whilst the action upstairs carried on, letting in anyone who turned up for the next part of the evening. After a while I went back upstairs with a clear mixing bowl. On the play room door I put a clear sign that said each person who came inside the boys cunt to mark a strike bottom of the sign (pen attached to the door on string). I get off on knowing how many loads a guys has taken, especially if he has taken a lot. I entered the playroom, and as if it were taking a breath the boy bloomed, farting, with goo squirting out. Beautiful! I took the ball-gag off. 'So, you want MORE cum, huh?' 'Yes Sir'. 'When Men start to come into the room, you are to hold that mixing bowl by your chin'. 'Yes Sir'. I released him from the restraints, and got him on the vinyl play sheet. I attached a collar and leash. Kneeling behind him I again buried my face in his warm, wet, gaping cunt, sucking, chewing, and slurping. I kept sticking in 3 fingers, pulling out, and licking the sweet mixture. It tasted wonderful. His Rose barely retracted now, but when it did, he needed no prompting to bloom. After a time of eating him out, the first naked arrivals of the W/App group came in. He did as he was told and put the mixing bowl by his chin. I then inserted a plastic dental cheek retractor which kept his mouth forced open, leaving him only able to swallow from the back of his throat and not his tongue. I stood by him, holding his leash. The 7 guys that just walked in all started hovering around the twink, wanking off. One by one they shot their load, most of it ending up in the mixing bowl, but also on his face and lips, and a decent amount in his mouth, which was now collecting in a pool at the front of his mouth. As time went on more naked Men came in, all immediately hovering around the boy, waiting their turn to bolt their loads. Each time a guy shot I made a note of how many loads there were. It now stood at 16. I took the bowl from the boy, took him to the rubbered mattress (like a dog), and got him to tilt his head back. I slowly poured in the remaining parts to the 16 loads in his mouth. Removing the dental cheek retractor I ordered him to spit the cum back into the bowl. There was so much it dripped down over his chin. I went and got the 3rd and final of the 3 DNA cocktail syringes and squirted about half into the bowl, and mixed it into the thick gloopy cum. 'Tilt your head back boy'. 'Yes Sir'. I again slowly poured in all 16 loads into his mouth. 'Drink that toxic pink cum you cunt'. He took about 4-5 gulps, then swallowed the final lot. I walked him into the centre of the rubbered mattress and attached 'Fist Mitts' to his hands, so his hands would be disabled, and he'd be on all 4's like a puppy. Once again I attached the ball-gag, and put a stainless steel dog bowl under his head. I said; 'Let's go for some Beers' ... Leaving the twink waiting for more. I went to go for a piss and noticed some guys had already pissed in the bath, as requested in the group chat, so, I added to that lot. Once downstairs there were more naked arrivals, all milling about drinking, including my good friend Rob. Out of everyone there, he to my knowledge had much more to give to the twink! ***** LOUD squeals for Part 11 ... If you are enjoying what you read, feel free to 'like', or 'up vote' the parts you like

Part 6 Harry told us that was awesome and told Sean that seeing him cum without touching himself was the hottest thing he ever saw. Harry said he hoped Sean's ass healed soon so he could tear it up. Stan told him he shouldn't wait then pulled his son towards him and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Sean watched his Uncle and cousin make out in front of him and wished he lived here and didn't have to go back home. He quickly became overwhelmed with this sadness and started crying. Harry misunderstood and told Sean he wouldn't really tear up his bottom but that made Sean cry louder. Stan looked at Sean and saw an innocent little boy even after being corrupted he maintained his boyhood. He asked Sean why he was crying and Sean told him he didn't want to leave and he wanted to stay forever. Sean then started crying again as he told them if he could stay Harry could whip him and Stan could do anything you want to him. Stan switched places with Harry and guided his son's cock into the crying boy as he told Sean to tell him what could they do to him. To think about all your dirtiest fantasies and tell us we can do it to you. If we believe you then you can stay. As Harry slowly fucked him and his Uncle held his face the boy told them his fantasies. Listening to the boy describe going on a camping trip and being tied up and raped by a dozen men all weekend got his Uncle's cock to rise again and Harry to start pounding the boy. Stan showed Sean his cock and asked if the men in his fantasy would all have cocks like his covered in cum and butt juice and Sean said they would. Stan asked if he wanted to suck it clean and Sean nodded and opened his mouth. Stan fed him a few inches at a time until the boy shook his head side to side. Stan pulled out and told Sean it was OK if he didn't want to clean his cock. "Daddy, the men I dream about don't care if I like it but instead they force me to do it. I like it a lot but can you pretend to force me?" "Dad this boy is amazing. One minute he's an innocent little boy and the next he is a boyslut begging to be abused." "Harry, step aside". Stan got back between the boy's legs and looked at the puffy cummy boyhole and slammed his cock back into its new home and pumped it a few times then pulled out and Harry quickly got back to fucking the boy. " Look at my cock, bitchboy. Your slutty little boypussy got it dirty and you're going to have to clean it." "No, no. That's nasty. It's covered in bum juice and even some blood.". Sean didn't look or sound like he was playing but instead sounded like a boy who honestly didn't want to do it. Stan brought his cock to the boy's lips and the boy kept them closed. Stan smiled and told him as he squeezed the boy's nose that either he opened up or suffocated and then watched as the boy started whimpering and saying he didn't want to. Harry and Stan were amazed when tears started to run down his face. This boy brought roleplaying to a whole new level. Stan pushed into the boy's mouth and watched as the crying stopped and the boyslut returned and worshipped his Uncle's cock. Stan picked up a bottle of poppers and after huffing it twice he pulled his cock out and held the bottle to his nephew's nose and told him to breathe in. Three times he did it then gave the boy his cock again. This time he held the boy's head and told him to look at him as he pushed further in. With two inches remaining he stopped and told him he was going all the way and then did. Sean was flying from the poppers and wanted it but when his Uncle stopped and told him he had to take it all he didn't know if he could but then relaxed as he remembered he wanted to be used and then felt his throat open and his Uncle's cock slide in. Harry remarked how it took months for him or Teddy to take it all and how Sean was a perfect little baby fuck boy. Stan waited a minute and then slowly withdrew and told Sean he was a perfect little baby fuck boy and then leaned over and spit into his mouth as his cock came out. Stan told the boy to tell them what else he dreamed about and as Sean told them Stan joined Teddy on the bed. Sean was describing a scene were his coach after molesting him for weeks had invited a few other coaches to watch him pop Sean's cherry. Teddy turned and looked at his dad when he felt a soft touch on his sore ass. He told his dad that Harry hurt his bum so much then he cried a little. His dad told him it was over and he didn't need to cry anymore and that now Harry no longer could spank him. Teddy cried a little as he told his dad that he came twice while Harry belted him and it was so good and no matter how much it hurt he wanted it again. His tough youngest son had just realized he was a masochist. Stan asked if he wanted to be spanked by him too, and Teddy told him he wanted it more than anything. Stan asked if he still wanted to top and use little Sean and Teddy said he would always be dominate to his baby cousin. Stan kissed his boy and told him that after his ass healed he would spank him even harder than Harry. Stan told him that when Sean heard him crying it made his boycock rock hard. Teddy said he wanted to be spanked along side Sean so they could watch each other take it. He promised his son that in a few days he wanted to catch Sean blowing him in his room again and then they'd be punished and that Harry would spank Sean just as bad. He then untied his son and they went to watch Harry fuck Sean. Sean was telling Harry he wanted to act out stories he read online and make so many men happy. Teddy got hard again watching his brother long fuck their boy and then walked to Sean's side and pulled his head and pushed his cock into the boy's mouth. "Daddy told me you liked hearing me cry. I bet I'll enjoy hearing you cry too when Harry beats your little ass. I want him to spank you more than he ever spanked anyone. You're going to make both of us so happy listening to you cry like a real baby." Listening to Teddy pushed Harry over the edge and he fucked Sean even harder. Teddy sensing his brother was going to cum told him to breed their little bitch. Harry's cock was sore from the pounding he was giving the boy but as his orgasm arrived it was worth it. He held the boy's hips and went deep and bred his little cousin and told the boy to take it. He felt each pulse shooting his seed into the boy's incredible hot hole. Sean hearing he was about to be filled again with cum made his own cock throb even though it wasn't hard. Stan, Harry and Teddy watched Sean's soft boycock lose its load. It didn't shoot like earlier but instead just poured out of him. As Harry pulled out of the cummy boyhole his father told Teddy to let Harry use Sean's mouth. The brothers switched places and Harry wasted no time getting his softened sticky cock down the boy's throat. Teddy saw the boy's cummy hole and got on his knees and started licking it. Stan watched his sons enjoy their cousin. He always thought both of them would make good tops one day and was sure Harry was already becoming one but now wondered about Teddy. As he saw Harry pull his clean and again hard cock out of the boy's mouth he tapped Teddy and told him to stop. Teddy went to get up but his dad held him down and told him to crawl to the side so that Harry could enter the boy again. Harry looked at his dad puzzled but did as he was told. Once Harry was back in the boy and started to fuck his dad told him to pull out. He turned Harry to the side so that his cummy and ass juicy cock pointed at Teddy. He nodded down and Harry joined his dad in watching Teddy stare at the messy cock. "Boys I told you that you were my bottom boy until I got a new one. Harry once we broke in Teddy you were free to be a man and tonight I expected to see Teddy take his place with the men but I think Teddy would rather stay on his knees and lick your cock clean than fuck our new bitchboy." Stan looked at Teddy and said, "You wish you were in the sling and you don't want to stop being a boy" Teddy listened and knew his dad was right and started to tear up. "Am I right, boy?" With tears starting to roll down his face but not actually crying he said, "Yes" "Yes, what, boy?" "Yes, Daddy" Stan reached down and pulled Teddy head towards Harry's messy cock. As Teddy opened his mouth he started to cry. Stan thought life was great as he watched his sons as they were meant to be. He also looked at Sean and smiled to him as he pushed a couple of fingers into the cummy hole and watched as the boy's face showed his enjoyment. Harry removed his again clean cock. Stan looked at his youngest son's tear covered face and told him that he shouldn't be crying and should be proud to admit he was a boy and not a man. He told him that he only wanted his boys to be happy. He then helped his son stand and kissed him deeply as he spread his son's ass cheeks and rubbed his hole and felt his son melt and heard him purr. Stan loved how whenever he fucked Teddy, which was almost daily for the last couple of years, he would make a purring sound like a kitten. His cock got harder and he felt it drip as he teased his son's hole. Stan told Teddy to go get a jockstrap but not a real manly one but instead one of the street jocks that were the rage with twink bottom boys. Also he said to get the double headed dildo and Sean's diaper. Stan and Harry got Sean out of the sling. Harry pushed Sean to his knees and made him suck his cock clean again. As Teddy walked back in the room his dad seeing him smile in his cute colorful jock was happy that Teddy admitted he was still a boy. Stan told Teddy to put the diaper on Sean and then he had the two bottoms lie on the bed face down. He got a few nice size shards and handed two to Harry. Then he bumped Teddy as Harry bumped Sean. Stan told the bottom boys to face each other and to hold the other and make out. Stan loved hearing a boy moan through a kiss as the boy was bumped. He tossed a bottle of lube towards them and told them to finger each other's boyhole but to keep kissing. Harry told his dad that it was so hot watching the two bottoms, Stan told him it was soon going to be hotter. The bump was getting to the boys and they were both backing their asses up towards the others fingers. Knowing they were ready he had them get on their hands and knees facing away from each other and then gave them both a bottle of poppers and told them to keep hitting them until he said so. Stan and Harry got the 24 inch double headed dildo pressed against both boyhole and then told them to stop huffing the poppers and to back up. Both boys soon had seven inches of rubber cock in them. Stan and Harry both took a couple of hits of poppers as they watched. Stan told the boys he didn't want to see any of the dildo and to back up until they felt the others ass. End of part 6

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.

Dude, you got a filthy, depraved imagination for sure! LOVE IT!!!

I'm a part time cd. I have always fantasized about walking home in a skirt and heels through the park I have to cross to get home. Out of the shadows comes a man that tackles me. While we're on the ground he pulls up my skirt, rips off my panties and rapes my ass! He shoots a huge load into me. About 2 weeks later I get the fuck flu and get tested. I find out I was raped poz in the park!

“You!” I said, and it exploded out of me. “Oh, fuck... You!” Bill’s smile was a slow, dangerous thing. He reached around the back of my neck and squeezed once. “Good boy,” he said. Behind me, Mac’s tongue slipped form between my spread ass cheeks and he rose, huffing. My whole body sagged as his tongue pleasure/torture stopped. “There’s gratitude,” he said, but he sounded more amused than anything else. I couldn’t look away from Bill’s gaze – his dark eyes, the small lines around them, the dark hair greying just a bit at the temples, and the hard, masculine angles of his face. Beyond him, I saw Mac climb onto the bed where Mark was tied up. Robert, still lying on his back, nodded at him, and then reached out and almost lazily tickled Mark’s exposed underarm, making him jolt up against his bindings. Bill’s hand slid down my arm, and he started to untie my wrist. He did one, then the other, and then moved behind me. As his fingers brushed the taped rope around my ankles, I watched Mac spit once onto Mark’s already slick pucker, then line up his dick and slowly push himself inside. Mark’s body tensed and curled, but the sound that came deep from his throat was guttural and definitely one of pleasure. My other ankle was freed, and then Bill’s rough, calloused hand slid around my waist and pulled me. I awkwardly got down from the chair – my legs and arms felt like rubber, spongy and weak from my thrashing – and his arms wrapped tight around me from behind, turning me to face the four poster bed for a moment. His hard-on pressed against the small of my back, and the heat from his hairy body was electric. He was squeezing me tight enough that it was just shy of uncomfortable. “Look how happy that boy is,” Bill said into my ear, and I watched as Mac began to pick up the pace. He’d taken Mark’s shoulders in his hands, and was bucking into him with long, gyrating thrusts that made Mark’s chew at the gag in his mouth. Mac smiled at me as Bill started to walk me backwards out of the room. In the hall, Andrew passed by, naked, heading toward the room we’d just vacated. He didn’t say a word, and I knew he was waiting for his turn with Mark. From the far end of the hall, I could hear Big Al’s voice, and just barely heard the gurgle that was likely the result of him face-fucking Tim. I was shaking. No doubt Bill could tell, but he continued to steer me, and pushed through the middle door in the hall, where a bed waited that was only slightly askew. This must have been the room Robert and Mac had been in, judging from the clothes on the floor. “Boy, from the first time I saw you, I wanted you,” Bill said, and he gave me a little shove. I fell onto the bed, stomach first. “And seeing that whore ass now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to let you go.” I shivered again, and rolled onto my back, looking up at him. He was standing over me, his dick hard and its purple swollen cockhead almost spilling a single drop of precome. His thick, strong body, dusted with that dark hair, seemed tensed and ready to spring. And his smile wasn’t entirely kind. I bit my lip. What was I thinking? Maybe this was a mistake. “Tim,” I said, not sure what else to say. Bill smirked. “Tim knows what he is.” As he spoke, he moved forward slowly but purposefully, and I slid back further onto the bed. He got onto the bed between my legs, and his hands slid up and down my calves, before sliding under them and starting to lift. “Tim’s a good fuckbuddy. But you’re a boy. A whore boy. Whore boys need daddies to keep ‘em in line. And keep others lined up for ‘em. But a boy has to belong to one daddy, that’s for damn sure.” I was breathing so rapidly I could barely catch my breath. He lifted my legs, then gripped both ankles with one hand while he tugged a pillow from the head of the bed and pushed it under the small of my back, then did it again. My chin was pressed against my chest to look at him above me, and he nodded at my legs in his hand. “Grab your legs, whore boy,” he said. I obeyed on some reflex born deep. I shivered again. Mac’s assault on my ass had been one thing, and had turned me on so completely I’d agreed to... Oh my god, what I was agreeing to... This was insane! I had to stop this, I had to – Mac buried his mouth on my raised pucker, wrapping his hairy arms around my waist and tugging me up against his face. Coherent thought vanished almost immediately, and I was writhing and bucking against the hot feel of his tongue drilling into me. “Yeah, that’s a whore boy,” Bill said, coming up for air for just a moment. “You’re going to be my whore boy, aren’t you?” “Yes!” I yelled the word, and Bill’s grin was triumphant and feral. He buried his tongue in me again, licking, biting, shaking his head, swiping with his tongue, spitting, slurping, and making me thrash and grind myself for a few minutes more, until I started to speak, utterly out of my mind with what he was doing. “Oh! God! Fuck me! Please! Fuck me! God, ruin me! I’ll be your boy! Your whore boy! Please! Oh! Please fuck me and ruin me oh God!” He shifted so fast the reality took a moment to sink in. One moment his tongue was driving me wild, the next both of his thick hairy arms were to either side of my head, pinning my face between them and forcing me to look right up and into his eyes, and his hard cock was pushing hard into me, with nothing but the last few remnants of Big Al’s spunk, and a whole lot of saliva, between us. He entered me with a single, deep shove that made me cry out in an animal way, then held perfectly still, his dick buried inside me, eyes locked on mine. “Fuck!” I gasped. He nodded. “Yeah, boy. Now I fuck you. Now I make you mine.” And he did. He started to fuck me with strong, even thrusts, pulling almost out before burying himself back in. The angles the pillows made were perfect – he obviously knew what he was doing – and every stroke sent incredible sparks up and down my spine. I couldn’t think. Couldn’t concentrate. He shifted his arms, first took my face in his hands ,then turned his hands so his thumbs both slipped into my mouth, and while I sucked on them, he increased the pace of his fuck, going faster, and harder, with every grunt. Our skin grew slick against each other, and his dick – though it hit just right and was making me crazy with how he rubbed me inside – was growing painful as it pounded into my ass. He was smiling, this man who was fucking me raw and who had chosen me in some way the first time Tim had introduced us. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but a possessive one, and angry. He was grunting louder now, and his sweat dripped down onto me as his thrusts grew even harder, and I started to whimper around his thumbs. I let go of my legs, and wrapped them around the back of his ass, pulling him into me, hoping he could understand what that meant. My hands gripped at his shoulders and made a low, moaning noise around his thumbs. He pulled his thumbs free, and when my mouth opened, he spit into it. I stared in shock, and he growled at me, grinding his cock into me with a force that made me whimper. “Yeah, you’re ready, aren’t you whore boy? You’re ready for daddy to make you his? You want me to ruin you now, don’t you boy?” “Ruin me!” I begged him, and he buried his dick to the balls and his hot load burst deep inside me.