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Years ago...like probably 7 or 8 years ago... I had finally succumbed to my need for cock and cum. At the time I was in my mid-30's, married with 2 boys, decent looking furry guy, bearish, 5'10" 170# and nice fat 7" bone that blasted big loads. And I was (and still am) a minister in an evangelical mega-church. Not a well-known one and small in comparison to alot of them. My slide into gay sex started like alot of guys like me - checking out dick pics, then porn, then furtive hook ups in parks and tearooms far enough away from home not to be recognized. I loved nothing more than sliding my lips over a fat dripping cock sliding through a hole in a cubicle or toilet stall or porn store booth. I progressed from fucking with condoms to fucking bareback as a top. The first raw fuck I ever had was with a legal high school kid in a public park. He watched me walk into the wooded area behind the toilets and followed. He was about 5' 8, br/br, buzz cut and smooth torso. No six-pac but fit and firm. I stopped about 50 yds into the trees and pulled out my hardening cock. He wasted no time, stripping off his shirt as he approached me and sliding his board shorts off as he stepped in front of me. So young and smooth and oozing sex. I wanted him...bad. We started making out, sucking each others cocks, he started feeding me poppers. When I was flying and moaning like a whore he flipped around and backed his sweet hole onto my bone - all the way to the root in one swift motion. His ass was so firm and round and fuckable. And it was cummy. I didn't realize it at the moment. His hole was just slick and warm and I was so buzzed on poppers I didn't give a fuck about rubbers. I pounded his sweet hole. Pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in. Speeding up and slowing down. Grinding in circle. He was moaning and spewing more filthy talk than I had ever heard. "Breed me. Rape my boyhole. Make me your bitch. Pretend I'm your son and your forcing me to take it." Making it last until I couldn't hold back I blasted cum up in him for what seemed like a full 5 minutes. Cum was dripping out of his hole. I stayed in him and kept fucking til I slipped out. He spun around and cleaned off my cock. He was still hard and dripping. As he cleaned my cock, he started tongue-washing my balls. He turned me around and in my poppers/post orgasm haze I didn't resist. He passed me the poppers and started eating my ass. I hit the brown bottle hard. Fuck. I had never felt so good. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper into my hole. He added a finger then two. I hit the poppers hard again, pretty sure I knew what was coming but I couldn't stop it. He stood and placed his hard cock at my hole just as a wave of poppers rushed over me. He pushed in slow and steady . I moaned, "Fuck me, boy! Fuck me." And he did. He started slow but sped up quickly. His cock banged my prostate hard and my cock popped back up. He pounded for I don't know how long. I was blissed out and could only feel his cock and his hot torso against my back. At some point my cock exploded and I was shooting jizz onto the ground without touching myself. He straightened up, grabbed my hips and moaned, "I'm breeding your hole. Take my load. Take my babies faggot." And he came up my ass pulse after pulse. His cock pushed deep into my body. I was letting him. Begging him for it. Hitting the poppers again. I felt like I was one with some part of myself I had never experienced before. The kid shuddered a few times and his cock slipped out of my ass. Before I could recover enough to turn around he had his shorts up and was heading out of the park. My ass was dripping cum as I watched him moving off and all I could think was, "What did I just do?" and "Fuck, I want more....now." He had left the poppers behind and as I dressed myself and caught my breath, I decided it was time to head to the porno store the next town over. I got back to my car and there was note on the windshield. It read: "Hey dude, great fuck. Loved taking your load. Just so you know, I already had three loads in my hole when you fucked me and I have HIV. And no meds. Enjoy the gift faggit." (more to cum)

Chapter 1: My Backstory Growing up I had a terrible childhood. Both of my parents were abusive towards me and degraded me every chance they got. School wasn't any better. I was picked on for being smaller than the other kids my age. Girls would laugh at me and the boys kicked my ass every chance they got. I guess my testosterone levels were low because I had a feminine voice even after hitting puberty. My penis didn't grow hardly any after puberty. At 16 I got a job at one of the local fast food restaurants. Luckily it was within walking distance of my house. My manager was a cool guy. He seemed to take an instant liking to me. One evening as we were closing up my manager Bill came up behind and just barely touched my back and I fell down in pain. He knew something wasn't right so in front of a couple of other employees he had me lift my shirt and that's when the abuse I had suffered for so many years came to light. He immediately called the police on my parents and they were arrested within the hour. Having nowhere to go Bill asked the police if it was ok for him to watch over me. They saw no problem with it. That night after arriving at Bill's house he had me tell him everything. My home life, school, and any other thing I could tell him. After telling him everything I sobbed like a little baby. He gave me a hug and said everything would be ok. He did tell me he was gay and asked me if that bothered me. It didn't. I was just thankful for him for saving me. A couple of weeks went by and I was withheld from school so I could heal. After taking time off from work and school I was beginning to heal up. One day during my healing process Bill received a letter saying my parents would be on trial the following week. Honestly I didn't want to see them again but with Bill's help I was able to testify in court. My parents were both found guilty on several charges and sentenced to 40 years a piece in prison. At the end of the trial there was an emergency hearing to determine where I would now be living. Bill stepped up and said he had no problem with me living with him. The court asked me if that was ok and I said yes. Also on the courts suggestion I was to be immediately pulled from school for my own protection. Normally that's unheard of but seeing that the teachers at the school weren't willing to protect me then there was no other choice but to pull me out. As we left the courthouse Bill asked me if I would call him Daddy now. Being naive I didn't realize what this would mean in the future. I agreed to call him Daddy from now on. Looking back it seemed only right. As we drove home he told me that I didn't have to work at the restaurant any longer. My job was to take care of our home and him. I just nodded my head and said Yes Daddy. Daddy took really good care of me and his friends seemed to like me as well. I was definitely enjoying being a Daddy's Boy. When my 18th birthday rolled around Daddy asked me what I wanted. I was so grateful to him already for being my Daddy that I innocently told him that all I wanted to do was please him forever. Daddy took this in a whole other way. I was about to find out that Daddy had been grooming me for the last two years to truly be his boi.

102 years ago it was the US government who did it and we wound up killing 2.7% of the people around the globe (1 in every 37 people!). The Spanish Flu originated in Kansas and was spread around the globe by the US military. Our military was warned by health experts to do certain things and they repeatedly ignored the advice and did them anyway. We also suppressed information in the name of "we're fighting a war and don't want our enemy to know how this is affecting us" (the very same excuse our military used to suppress information a day or two ago). So as Americans it's not our place to judge the Chinese government. About the furthest we can go is to say "We made that same mistake 102 years ago. It turned out horribly. If only people would learn from history and follow the advice of experts."

couldn’t believe it. Standing there holding the kid’s note. Realizing I had HIV swimming at my ass. I was still buzzed from the poppers and still horned up for more cock up my ass. But I knew I had to do something about this. At that point in my slide into perversion, I wasn’t ready to be HIV positive. I had a church, a wife, two sons... I could lose all that right at that moment right at that point in time. I knew what I could do. My congregation had been working with an AIDS hospice for several years. I knew about pep. The strange thing was, I wasn’t completely freaked out. I wasn’t afraid or angry or disappointed in myself. I wasn’t mad at the kid. The truth is I was horned up as fuck. I knew I wanted more cock, more raw cock in my ass. I wanted as much cock as I could get. My choice for the moment was to head to a hospital. There was a hospital about 40 miles away where I wouldn’t be known and I went to the walk-in clinic. I gave them some bullshit story about fooling around in and a broken condom and just being a little worried. They did a quick test to check my status - negative of course. They prescribed a course of anti-retroviral’s. And told me to come back in three months for a test. I did get test at three months later but not there. I got a Home kit and it came back non-reactive and I had it confirmed at the local STD clinic. But none of that stopped my slide into bareback sex. I couldn’t help myself now. For a while I went back to using rubbers except for sucking cock which I did a lot off. I knew three or four good porno stores within a couple hours drive of my house. I would go out in the afternoons on Saturdays and spend hours in a booth in a porno store sucking every dick that came through the hole. I didn’t care. It could be an old cock, young cock, Big or little, cut or uncut, I didn’t care. I just want it hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth into my throat. I craved cum. I craved bitter cum, sweet cum, from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. Big or little, cut or uncut,. I didn’t care. I just want hard dripping cock sliding into my mouth, into my throat. I craved cum. I crave bitter cum, sweet cum from any cock I could get into my mouth and into my body. it wasn’t long before I took another load. After getting my test at the three months and knowing that I was clear of HIV, I started thinking about hard cock up my ass again. I started thinking about that kid in the woods sliding his raw hard cock up my ass balls deep. I fantasized about that encounter over and over again thinking about his cock swelling in my ass rammed in balls deep. I could still imagine his cock firing spurt after spurt toxic cum up into my body. Every time I thought about it I stroked off. I slid my cock through my spit laden hand. I fantasized over and over again. Seeing his smooth young body. Feeling his nice hot smooth warm ass. And I started craving cock. I started craving poz cock. I gave up topping with rubbers and left my load indiscriminately in any ass that would take my cock. I loved sliding my hard cock into some stranger in the porno store. A month after I confirmed that I was still negative, I found myself back at the same park where the kid shot is toxic load up in me. I sat in my car for a few minutes stroking my cock looking at porn on my phone. I wanted it again. I wanted that boy’s cock again. I had already started checking out bug chasing on the web. Reading stories about guys who took HIV-positive loads into their asses willingly. But I never really considered it something I would do until that moment sitting in the car stroking my cock thinking again about that sweet smooth boy. As I sat there in the car stroking in the public parking lot, cars moving by me, people walking back-and-forth, I started muttering to myself. I started muttering about wanting cock. And then I said there’s something I had never said before. I said it out loud. “ I want poz cock. I want some guy to shoot his aids babies up my ass. I want HIV. I want aids.“ and then almost like a prayer I said “ God I want aids. Give me a aids up my ass.“ I put down my phone. Tucked my dripping cock back in the my pants. I got out of the car and walked back up into the woods. I just knew somebody would be in there. Somebody who wanted to fuck me. Somebody who wanted their cock sucked. And I was rightlm I didn’t get aids that afternoon. I didn’t get a poz cock.But I did suck off two old trolls with stubby dicks. Their cocks smelled slightly rank. The smell of old piss. They were uncut. But they were there. They had hard cocks and I sucked them both. I switched back-and-forth from one to the other. I suck them deep. I slobbered all over their balls. I begged him to come in my mouth.They called me a faggot and they called me a whore and they called me the bitch, but I loved every minute of it. I loved swallowing their bitter cum. They both shot a huge loads that dribbled down my chin. I couldn’t help myself I wanted cum. Any cum. As I was there on my knees, second guy coming into my mouth, the first one turned his cock toward my face and let go a stream of piss. They laughed at me. They both laughed. They both called me a worthless piece of shit faggot. I just mumbled,” Thank you sir.“ And sat on the ground as they walked away soaked in their Piss and tasting there cum. Licking up what had dribbled from my mouth. It was at that moment I knew I was a bug chaser. I started planning in my mind how I would start my next raw fuck. With somebody I knew had a high viral load. I was going to get myself knocked up

Chapter 2: Gentle Giant Daddy was much bigger than myself. He stood well over six feet tall and still had his Auburn hair. He wasn't fat but sort of stocky. Me on the other hand I was tiny compared to Daddy. As Daddy took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom I felt a bit nervous. I wasn't sure what was going on. We entered the bathroom and Daddy had me undress. I was scared shitless because I didn't know what Daddy was going to do to me. Daddy saw my nervousness and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I wasn't repulsed but actually enjoyed his tenderness. He looked me in the eyes and asked me to trust him and he wouldn't harm me in any way. I smiled up at him and Daddy helped me into the tub. He then reached underneath the sink and took out some sort of bottle with a hose attached to it. Daddy saw my confused look and told me it was to clean out my butthole. Ok honestly I was scared because I had never had anything up my butt before. But with Daddy's reassurance I relaxed and did as I was instructed to do. He turned on the warm water to help relax me. As I started to relax Daddy had me get on all fours and then lean forward with my butt in the air. Daddy filled the bottle up with water and then started rubbing some sort of lube on my hole. It felt weird but wonderful at the same time. As he was rubbing the lube around my hole he gently pushed a finger inside me. I yelped, not out of pain, but rather shock. As I got used to his finger inside my butt I realized this wasn't so bad. Once I got used to his finger he started moving it in and out of my hole. I was so focused on Daddy's finger and how good it felt that I didn't realize I was moaning. Daddy kept fingering my hole for a few minutes and then he withdrew it. I actually whimpered because I wanted, no I needed his finger back inside me. Daddy gave me another gentle kiss and told me to be patient that I needed to be cleaned out first. I gave him a puppy dog look and said Yes Daddy. He rubbed some more lube on my hole and then rubbed some on the nozzle itself. He asked me if I was ready and I said Yes Daddy. He slowly started pushing the nozzle up my butt and once it was fully in Daddy told me to relax that I was about to feel the warm water enter my hole. As he undid the fastener to release the water it felt strange having a liquid enter me. I quickly noticed however that I was getting a full feeling inside of me. Daddy emptied the entire bottle inside of me and then slowly withdrew the nozzle. I had never felt so full in all my life. Daddy told me to relax and let the water do its work. After some time I started cramping. Daddy told me to hang on that it wouldn't be much longer. The minutes were beginning to feel like hours at this point. When I was on the brink of collapsing Daddy told me to push out the water. Oh my God, everything that came out of me was horrible. And damn it stunk. After several minutes of releasing my bowels Daddy informed me that I needed one more round just to make sure I was thoroughly cleaned out. I really didn't want to do another round but I trusted Daddy. He did tell me the second time wouldn't be as long and I was definitely thankful. Again he filled up the bottle and proceeded to lube my hole and the nozzle. He inserted the tube slowly again and released the water. This time once I started cramping up Daddy had me go ahead and release the water. Thankfully this time it was pure water that came out. Daddy then helped me stand up and helped me out of the tub. He ran some water and bleach in the tub to help clean up the mess that came out of me. I will say I felt lighter and more clean than I could remember ever feeling. Up to this point I wasn't sure why Daddy had me endure that. I was definitely confused. Daddy then took my hand and led me into another bathroom. This time he took off his clothes and led me into the shower. Now I generally didn't notice guys before but Daddy was impressive. A little bit of a belly but not huge. But his cock. Damn it looked huge. Daddy caught me staring and asked if I liked what I saw. My only response was Yes Daddy. Wait. What did I just say? My own penis started getting hard at seeing Daddy's cock. But even hard I was tiny compared to Daddy's soft cock. Am I gay for getting turned on by another man? Daddy lifted up my chin and this time gave me a very passionate kiss. At this point I melted into his arms. We kissed for several minutes before he broke the kiss and helped me into the shower. As Daddy started the shower he again gave me another passionate kiss. I was not sure if I was truly gay but I enjoyed kissing Daddy. As he broke the kiss again he let the water flow over our bodies. I couldn't help but stare at this beautiful man. Daddy grabbed a washcloth and soaped it up. He then started bathing my body which felt wonderful. He took his time in cleaning me and then he started rubbing my penis with the cloth. That felt great. He gently rubbed the washcloth back and forth for several minutes and then without warning I came. I was slightly embarrassed but Daddy just smiled and said Good Boy. After Daddy finished washing me off he then had me do the same to him. I took my time and was enjoying washing Daddy. The only part of his body that I didn't wash was his cock. I still wasn't sure if I wanted to touch it. So many questions raced through my mind. If I touch it am I gay? Should I touch it? Does Daddy expect me to touch it after he touched me? My decision was made for me as Daddy gently pushed me down onto my knees where I was now face to face with his cock. I took the washcloth and gently started washing Daddy's cock. His cock was beginning to grow and I had to ease back a little bit or else it would have hit me in the face. I washed his cock for several minutes and I enjoyed washing Daddy's cock. Up until this point I hadn't considered any of this gay. That is until I started wondering what if Daddy expected more from me. Could I actually suck his cock? I soon realized I was gay and I wanted to suck Daddy's cock. I was now lustig for that cock. Daddy noticed my attitude change and before I got the chance to taste his cock Daddy helped me up and out of the shower. We dried each other off somewhat while kissing passionately. When we were somewhat dry Daddy led me into the bedroom and and had me lie on my back. I was about to get my first taste of gay sex.

Colin pushed his shorts off and got on his knees, leaning against the canoe. He knew Ken had a temper and didn't want to cross him, but also didn't want to get fucked. He wasn't sure what was worse, but decided to see how bad it was taking Andy's dick. One of his ex-girlfriends had fingered his ass a few times and it really got him to shoot hard, so maybe this wouldn't be too bad. Then he remembered that Andy's cock was a lot bigger than her finger. Andy knelt down behind Colin and spit on his hole a few times. He pressed a finger in and finally got it inside after adding a few more gobs of spit. "Fuck, you're tight. You a virgin?" asked Andy. "I ain't no fag" Colin said defiantly. "God, I love fuckin' virgins. So tight and easy to destroy their holes. I might even get you knocked up on the first fuck" Andy said as he worked his finger in deeper. He soon added a second finger, twisting the pair around inside Colin's quivering hole. "Three or just go for my cock?" Andy wondered and decided he needed to fuck too badly. Colin screamed out as Andy roughly shoved his dick into the slightly relaxed opening. Colin writhed and yelled as Andy worked his dick further into Colin's ass. The only people that could hear him, though, were the other guys in his group. Some whistled, some cheered Andy on and some clapped. All slowed their canoes to watch Andy deflower Colin's cunt. Andy didn't wait for Colin to get used to his cock inside him and was driving his cock in and out of him seconds later. Colin faded in and out of conciousness for a bit as the pain racked his body. His hole kept spasming around Andy's cock and it didn't let Andy fuck long. Colin's hole was tight and there wasn't a lot of spit to lube his cock. He knew he was precumming but the flesh sleeve gripped his shaft tightly and really gave a lot of friction on it. Colin's groaning was turning Andy on and his cock was throbbing while he pumped his cock in harder and harder. "FUCK! Oh god!!! NOOOOOOO!!! Please... STOP!!!" Colin yelled out. "Not until I fuckin' breed that virgin hole!" Andy replied as he shoved in one more time and felt his cock pulse as ropes of viral cum flooded Colin's chute. Andy groaned out "Come on, boys, time to charge up another straight guy!" The pain was still shooting through his body as Colin realized his ass was getting filled with another guy's cum. He was freaked out and then he heard Andy's comment which made no sense to him. What "boys" was he talking about? They were the only ones on the sandbar, right? At least the cock pounding his ass had stopped and he could feel just a gentle rocking motion from Andy. Andy slapped each butt cheek and slowly pulled out saying "Mmm, pink cum, my favorite kind." "Back in the canoe, we gotta catch up to the other guys" Andy said. Colin slowly stood and pulled his shorts up, the pain in his ass making him move slowly. He finally pushed the bow of the canoe in the water and sat down, with more pain surging through his body. As they paddled down the river, the pain slowly changed to a dull ache. A little over an hour later, as they spotted a few canoes ahead of them, Andy yelled out "Beach on the right!" and they landed on another sandbar. "Show me that ass again" Andy said as he walked up to Colin. "Please... I can't take any more. I'll suck you again... but no fucking" Colin pleaded. Andy chuckled "Maybe later. I feel like fuckin' ass again so on your knees."

Sorry about the wait. Part 3 – Embarrassing Confessions “What do you think?” Mike asked me, “I’d have preferred bigger” I jokingly remarked ending it with a wink. Mike just smiled at me, a glint in his eye. “While you’re down there do you care to see what the host has wrapped? Remember no peeking before the fun begins” He said a smile spread along his face. I didn’t need much more convincing as I eagerly got down on my knees, placing my hand on his crotch, “Not bad” I remarked with a cheeky smile. I started rubbing it, resisting the urge to remove the briefs. My face slowly moved closer and closer to his big beautiful bulge, while he placed his hands on the back of my head. The urge to taste what was about to come grew; unknowingly I started to inch close, my mouth watering at the thought of his taste and the feel of his cock on my tongue, my mouth opened. I got closer my mouth just 3mm away from his bulge when Mike grabbed my hair and pulled me back. “Now now, no need to rush” he said with a grin as he stepped back, “there will be more time for that later. We best not leave the guys waiting”. He guided me through to a larger dimly lit room where a group of at least 20 guys were standing around talking, but as soon as I walked in the conversation stopped and they all stared at me as I followed Mike to an area where only 11 guys stood. It was then I noticed that some of them had the same colour cockring bands (white) while others didn’t (blue); Mike quickly whispered in my ear “so what do you think? You excited to be one of tonight’s offerings?” I looked around at the group of guys who were here to use my hole the way it deserves, Some well-toned, others kind of chubby or skinny, all of different ages and races. I noticed some had tattoos, but the room was too dim to tell what they were. I couldn’t hide my eagerness and beamed a smile at Mike “I think this is going to be hot” He smiled at this “and looking forward to all the gifts these guys are going to give you? And please say your response loud enough for the group” he said in a much louder voice. The other offerings smiled, I guess they to also got this question and gave the same reply. I take a moment,, took in a breath and let out in a loud voice “I CAN’T WAIT TO GET THE GIFT FROM ALL THESE GUYS THAT I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR! I’M A NO LOADS REFUSED TOTAL BAREBACK CUM DUMP AND NOTHING WILL MAKE ME NOT TAKE ANY OF THESE GUYS LOADS!” I leant forward slightly panting, face red from the excitement and the lack of breath the silence broken by a loud cheer from the guys who’ll fill my hole with the occasional “Of course you want our gifts” and “don’t worry son that ass is in good hands”. Mike smiled at my reply and told me to stand with the others. As I walked to them I noticed the wall they were standing in front of had large holes in with 11 A4 frames that were empty over each hole with a letter in each frame; P, B, R. I could see which hole was for me as just above those frames were A5 face pictures.

I totally agree. When you've never douched you don't have a clue how the human body is filled with shit. None what so ever. Early on my hedonistic path I was schooled by a fuck buddy on this. I would always hit him up and want to meet in 5 or 10min. He would always hesitate and make up some excuse to delay ( I realize that now). Then finally he just came out and explained to me that douching takes time and potential for accidents. That discussion really opened my eyes.

3. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t heartbroken being betrayed by Tommy, but after watching that video, something clicked. Seeing Peter’s manly body, monstrous cock and balls, the sex he exudes made me realize that I could never compete. Watching and re-watching that video made me realize that Peter took away my boyfriends because I wasn’t meant to have them. I wasn’t good enough. It was sad and liberating to realize this. I also couldn’t get Peter out of my mind. The way Tommy groveled and worshipped Peter’s cock. I wanted to experience that. It was June, about a month after Tommy left me, when I worked up the courage to message Peter. Me: Hey Peter My heart was racing. My body was shaking. I squeezed my phone as I waited for his response. After a couple hours, he finally responded. Peter: What the fuck do you want, faggot? Me: About the video you sent Peter: yeah? Me: I thought it was hot Peter: lolol you are such a pathetic lil bitch Me: hahah yeah you have a really nice cock Peter: I know Me: If you’re free, maybe we can hang out sometime Peter: And do what, faggot? Me: Just hang out and whatever Peter: Tell me what you really want or Im done with this convo He knew what I wanted, but he was taunting me, asserting his dominance over me. Me: I want you to fuck me Peter: HAHAHAH Me: Please, Peter. I want what Tommy got About 5 minutes passed until I got a response. Peter: Be at my place in an hour, fag That was all he said. That’s all I needed to hear. It was 4:15 PM when I hopped in the shower and cleaned out. I put on a t-shirt and sweatpants, and called an Uber. Peter lived in a really seedy part of town. The buildings were all tagged with graffiti. Some houses were boarded up with plywood. The sidewalks were littered with broken bottles and cigarette buds. I walked up to his apartment complex texted him I was outside. He buzzed me and told me to go to unit 403 on the fourth floor. He said the door would be unlocked. I made my way up the stairs to unit 403 and opened the door, I was greeted with a familiar site. Peter was sitting on the futon, naked from the waist down. He had on the same grease-stained tank top and was slowly jacking his cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had jacked off to this scene from the video he sent me at least 50 times, but it was finally a reality. “Get over here,” Peter barked. Without saying a word, I walked over and kneeled before him. “Tell me what you want,” Peter said. “Pppplease, I…w…w..wanttt yourrr cccockkkk s..ssir,” I replied. “Louder,” Peter commanded. I begged him again. I could smell the warm scent of his crotch. I was desperate to taste him. He smacked his cock on my face. It hurt but I was so horny and so hungry that I didn’t care. He smacked my face a few more times before he finally let me taste it. I devoured his cock like a madman. My hands ran all over his hairy thighs as my head bobbed up and down. I inhaled deeply each time I went down. His crotched was musky and ripe with old sweat. His balls were sticky as if they hadn’t been washed in a few days, but I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved every bit of it. “You see that? Look at what a lil bitch your ex is,” Peter said. I felt a presence come up from behind, but I didn’t want to stop worshipping Peter’s cock. Tommy emerged and sat next to Peter. He was wearing nothing but a jockstrap. Our eyes briefly met. His face was filled with disgust. Mine filled with lust and hunger. Tommy dove into Peter’s right armpit and began sniffing and licking. Peter began finger fucking Tommy. He jackhammered 3 fingers into Tommy’s hole. Tommy lifted his legs and was moaning. He was never this vocal when we had sex. But I wasn’t surprised. As I worshipped the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever laid eyes on, I knew Peter was a better lover in every way. Peter pushed me off his cock and turned to Tommy. He jammed 4 fingers into his hole. Tommy’s face was that of pure ecstasy. This continued for some time when Peter reached into the futon cushion and grabbed a small oblong bottle. By this point, I was fully naked and playing with my cock. Peter then took off his tank top, unscrewed the bottle cap, and did 3 bumps of this white powder. He then sprinkled some onto his cock and then shoved it into Tommy’s hole. Tommy’s face lit up. Peter piston fucked Tommy for a few minutes when he finally roared. His body convulsed for a few seconds and few on top of Tommy. What!?! That was suppose to be my load!! I thought to myself “Thank you, sir. Thank you,” Tommy repeated over and over. “Get over here and clean off my cock,” Peter said. As I crawled over, I noticed how loose Tommy’s hole was, much much looser than when I last saw it. It didn’t matter because I turned my attention to Peter’s cock which dangled in front of me. I licked every inch, cleaning off all the juices. When Peter was finally satisfied, he kicked me off and walked to his room. Soon after, Tommy went into what I figured was his room. I didn’t know what to do. I was still incredibly horny and wanted Peter to fuck me. I felt confused, lost, and vulnerable. I sat there until the sun finally set. I looked at the clock and it was 10 past 8. I must have been sitting there for a couple hours lost in thought. Peter opened his door and turned on the lights to the living room. “You’re still here? What the fuck do you want?” He said. “I…um…can you…please…fuck me?” I replied. He paused, then took our his phone, snapped a picture of me, and started texting. He was on his phone for a few minutes when he finally looked up and said, “If you want me to fuck you, you gotta earn it.” “Um, sure,” I said. “Good. You do what I say, and I let you ride my cock,” Peter said. “Yessir,” I responded. “Follow me. Leave your clothes here, we’re not going far,” he replied. He walked out of the apartment and I got extremely nervous. I didn’t want to be naked outside. Peter saw my hesitation and said, “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” That was all the encouragement I needed. I shuffled to the front door and followed him to unit 510 on the fifth floor. We were greeted by tall, lanky shirtless guy. He had tattoos along his lower abdomen and right pec. He looked pretty trashy, but in a hot way. “Not bad, man,” the mystery guy said. He told us to come in. I followed Peter to the living room. I was told to sit on the ground while Peter sat on the dingy sofa. A part of me was nervous. When I left the house today, I thought I was going to be fucked by Peter, but now Im in some stranger’s house completely naked and yet to be fucked. But my body was still. It was complete cognitive dissonance. My mind was in so much shock that it felt almost blank. “Listen boy, if you want me to fuck you then you have to do everything my buddy says. Understand?” Peter said. I slowly nodded my head. His buddy then walked over and held a glass pipe in front of me. I looked over to Peter, eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. “Put your mouth on the pipe and inhale,” Peter commanded. I opened my mouth slowly and his buddy put the pipe on my lips. I heard the sound of the lighter, gas emitting and the faint whispers of the flame. I saw white clouds fill the pipe. I inhaled. “Hold it,” Peter said. I obeyed. “Release.” I obeyed. I heard the lighter again. More white clouds. I knew what to do. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Lighter. Cloud. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. My body started to relax. My thoughts racing. I felt so alive.

1. Because Covid-19 is far more contagious than HIV and can therefore spread very fast. 2. Because with a hospitalization rate of 20%, Covid-19 has the potential to completely overwhelm the healthcare system (as has already happened in Italy). It's not just gay people who need to be avoiding contact. It's everyone. I did the math yesterday for the US (based on CDC numbers) and if we don't slow it down, we could easily have 40 million cases by the end of April. I know that sounds ridiculous, but honestly, that's the way the math works out. 😕

Part 2: Let's Get You Ready The thought of the feast of cocks and meal of loads my hole was going to get made it quiver with anticipation while my mouth drooled at the thought of tasting them. These thoughts came to a halt as the door opened and the sight of Mike filled my view. “Ah, you must be Alex!” Mike Boomed happily as he let me indoors. He started guiding me through his beautiful, large house (perfectly sized for the event, I will admit) “Welcome to the party! I have a few things to tell you before we get you in position but first let’s get you out of those pesky clothes!” He said as he pointed to a closed door. I slowly reached out and grasped the door handle to go in while Mike followed shortly behind; a wide smile appearing across his face. I thought: ‘seems someone has something planed!' “Oh! Before I forget, here is your band. Make sure you wear it throughout all the event activities.” Mike said while tossing a white band at me. “What is it for?" I replied as I was slowly stripping down while ensuring to have a look at his body. Shame he was wearing those y front briefs; though the bulge it was showing make me very happy and eager for what was to come! “Have you ever been to a bareback party before?” He asked. “No.” I replied feeling kind of embarrassed but also confused. “This band is used to help allocate you a cock. You agreed that you wanted to be randomly selected to service the needs of any top here, right?” Mike responded. “Yes!” I said nodding rapidly as I put on my band. He smiled at the sight of my putting the band on and let out a little chuckle. “The other attendees are wearing them on their wrists but you’ll be servicing the guys in various ways so its best you put it here”. During his explanation, Mike removed the band. He grasped my already hard cock, slide it over and pulled my balls through. “So it’s a cock ring for me?” I asked. His response was a simple nod. After I changed out of my clothes, he took me to the side and placed me up against the white wall. He told me to smile as he took a picture. “Why do you need that?” I asked. I was confused about its purpose. “You’ll find out soon!” Mike replied with a devious smile as he left the room. “Stay here.” he said as he went out the door. I sat in the room and waited for Mike to return. Thanks to the new cock ring, my cock was still hard. After a few minutes passed, the door opened and Mike came in with a random guy in tow. “Alex this is David. He will be your fantasy come true." My eyes darted to David; eagerly knowing what he is packing. “If you don’t believe him, you can come have a feel” said David. “Just don’t undo the wrapping! I want you to guess which one of us is me”. I walked over and knelt down in front of David. I slowly moved my hand to his crotch while staring at his Y-front briefs. He was as hung as a horse! His cock snaked up the side of his briefs while they struggled to keep it contained. My hand finally touched his warm throbbing member. “Wow! I didn’t know they got this big!” I said looking up at David. “Now you do!” He responded as I slowly leaned closer to give it a teasing lick through the briefs. “How big is it?” I asked excitedly. "It's 9 inches Long and, well, you don’t need me to tell you how thick!” He surely didn’t as he was clearly very thick! I could tell just from having my hand on it. I knew that one hand wouldn’t be able to close around it! “You best get through to the room, David. I’ll be sure to bring Alex with me.” David nodded to Mike and gave me a little wink before leaving the room. The thoughts of how it would feel flooded my mind.

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

Since I've been deemed "essential" by the company and the government, I'm continuing to go to work. And since the guy from Scruff and I have been fucking since the beginning of the month, we both decided to keep meeting up on my trips. A few segments on my trips have cancelled, creating longer layovers in Phoenix. On the 19th, since I didn't have to wake up early on the 20th, he suggested I plan to sleep over at his place. Have a cocktail or two, fuck, eat a little, etc. I arrived at 7:30, and he welcomed me at the door with a big kiss. We had a drink, and immediately after he started pulling my clothes off me and bringing me to the bedroom. We made out and rolled around naked for a bit before he grabbed the lube and started fucking me. He was pretty horny and dumped a load within 10 minutes. We kissed and groped each other some more, and I decided it was my turn to fuck him. I fucked him in a couple of positions, for quite a while....maybe 20 minutes. When I was done, he said that I really brought my "A" game as a top. We cuddled a bit, had a snack, watched some TV, and went to bed. Of course, spooning in the dark he got horny again and fucked me some more (but didn't cum). We drifted off and in the morning I woke up and was alone in bed. He'd sent me a text (he was in the living room) telling me to let him know when I was ready for coffee....very cute LOL. On the 23rd, he was going to trek over to my hotel. The plan was to have some room service and play. He'd planned on arriving at 6:30, but his last conference call went really long, so it was closer to 7:00 when he arrived. He could only stay a couple of hours, so we fucked first. It was all kind of quick compared to our previous get togethers, probably 45 minutes and we'd both given a load. We ordered room service, I had a cocktail, and we ate our meal picnic style on the bed. At 9:15 he had to head out, and we said our goodbye's and made plans to meet up again on Sunday (my last trip of the month). We'll be able to meet earlier in the day, for a longer time, if all goes well and I have no cancellations. Fingers crossed.

Got onto Grindr last night for a Hail Mary attempt. DIdn't take long. I was looking for someone who was interested in a little risk. Young black buy. I told him where I should be and what I was going to be wearing. It was dark and right at curfew time which was 9pm, but park was still open till 10. Bent over the railing over the river. He walked up behind me and quietly stood there. I pulled by shorts down and handed him some lube. I hadn't asked how big he was, but I guess I should have asked. He grabbed my hips and took me balls deep. It was all I could do not to scream. Damn he was big and hard. He pounded fast and hard for just a couple of minutes and then went balls deep again and grunted. Stood there a bit as he got soft and I handed him a bar towel. ( I buy them by bulk at Sams for just this reason. ). he walked off leaving me with my shorts down around my ankles and cum leaking down my leg. I pulled them up and headed home. (about 2 blocks) Have hopes for tonight. Although it's suppose to rain, might still be fun.

NOTE: These events are purely fictional and more parts will be added over time as well as making edits when needed. Part 1: Hook Line and Sinker I’d only just joined Breeding Zone, but within a few minutes I was contacted by a random guy going by the name of MikeBBTop. His pics looked hot, looking early to mid-30’s with a well-kept body which was slightly toned. I eagerly searched through his pics for a cock pic and there it was a gorgeous thing to see, sitting erect it had to be about 7” with a bit of girth to it (I’ve never been much of a size queen). I examined the pic closely to help me imagine what it would be like, staring closely I notice that just above his cock he has some kind of tattoo, but it’s covered by his hand. I eagerly responded to his message: Hey, I love your pics and I find your star tattoo appealing. I didn’t have to wait too long for his reply Hello willing hole and thanks I like my tattoo as well, by the way you can call me Mike. After a while he asked how dedicated I was to bareback, I confessed that “I want… No, I need to bareback and that I desire nothing more than to be fucked bareback”. He seemed greatly appeased by this news and instantly offered me an invite to his next bareback party. I eagerly accepted the thought of being fucked bare overtaking my every thought. Though this quickly ended when he sent me an invite pack with a cover letter which read: You have hereby accepted your invitation to be a designated no loads refused cum dump at our annual bareback party on Friday the 23rd February 2018 to 25th February 2018. Just reading the letter was enough to make my cock rock solid and my hole ravenous for a cock and its load. The pack also asked for stats, pics, fantasies and my most recent test results, which prompted me to ask “are all the guys tested?” Mike replied immediately “Yes, they’ve all been tested prior to today”. After hearing that I filled out the pack and sent it bac­­k as fast as I could type. Days past, the anticipation of what is to come only got more and more unbearable. In my eagerness I started practicing with my plugs to make sure my hole could take every cock that was offered and wanted to fuck and breed my hole. But now I’m here standing out front of the house on the 25th my hole un touched for a couple days to ensure the first few cocks get a nice tight hole. I reached out my heart beating faster and louder the closer I came to pushing the bell until I felt like my heart stopped, The bell was pressed the point of no return has been reached. The thought of the meal of cocks and loads my hole was going to get made it quiver with anticipation while my mouth drooled at the thought of tasting them...

I usually have a little precut when I get in and stripped. The first 10-15 strokes almost always pushes a good amount of precum out, which feels like a full load cumming out. I’m bi but have had major trouble getting fully hard lately, I’d honestly rather take a good sized hard cock and have what he calls anal orgasms which are more intense than from just my cock. I truly don’t miss having a throbbing cock pumping cum anymore, my anal orgasms are so much more intense. I don’t know how to handle my hetero relationship now because I really prefer to have my cum fucked out of me instead. Maybe I’ve truly cum to understand a dumb bitches role as a receptacle...

This is very true, most bottoms I have met are mortified when an accident happens. The colon can be an uncooperative friend. A need trick fisting bottoms have shown me ( I would only use this if you are bottoming in a group situation or for a few hours) Clean and then take immodium it slows down the digestive track and really minimizes the chance of a mess

Part 7 - Day 4 At Sea Luca woke and stretched in bed still feeling a little tired from his late night. He had so much fun playing cat and mouse with Brad, avoiding him by sticking with his parents to watch the show and listening to the band in the Duchess Room. He thought about ordering breakfast in bed but that would mean Ramon and no doubt a blow job. Making it down to breakfast just before 9am his parents were on their way out of the restaurant. Having a quick catch up with them he then looked over and noticed Brad was ordering his breakfast and sat alone. He kissed his parents and walked over to his families table. "Morning Luca" Brad said looking up and smiling "have breakfast with me". Luca smiled "Morning Brad" he said sitting down opposite him with the waiters setting a place for him. Brad just smiled at Luca "You play a good game of hide and seek" he said chuckling. Luca laughed "You think?" he replied "or am I playing hard to get?". Brad laughed "You can run but you can't hide" he said then went quiet for a moment "I like you, your fun". Luca ordered his breakfast and sipped his coffee "I like teasing you" he replied staring at Brad. "Do you squirm when your being fucked?" Brad asked out of the blue shocking Luca who went bright red. Seeing the funny side he smiled "I don't know why?" he replied putting his cup down. Brad shrugged his shoulders "I like it when they squirm and beg for me to stop". "Your very full of yourself" Luca replied chuckling. Brad smiled and licked his lips "You will be full of me and begging me to stop when I get you later". Luca carefully glanced around making sure they couldn't be heard "Are you that good then?". Brad chuckled "You will find out tonight" he replied "one thing for sure I won't cum in your mouth" he said winking. Luca looked down and picked his cup up and drank some more coffee "I have such a hard on". Brad burst out laughing causing a few tables to turn and look. Over breakfast he and Luca got to know each other better and hung out for most of the day sunbathing. Luca found out that James was Brad's partner and he confessed to getting fucked by James in the steam room the day before. Brad chuckled telling Luca he knew all about it then stopped himself from revealing about the wager they had on Luca's ass. By lunchtime the other three guys turned up and joined Brad and Luca sunbathing. Despite Luca's obvious sexual attraction to Brad, he actually found Oliver to be quite a character and loved talking to him. Oliver was incredibly taken by Luca and on the verge of falling in love with him, he had the looks and a perfect body. For the first time in Oliver's life he felt a little conflicted over their deceit with Luca, especially after spending so much time getting to know him. Oliver and Luca went to the bar to fetch some drinks late in the afternoon affording them some time alone, they sat on the bar stools ordering the drinks. Oliver laughed at Luca's joke watching him "You are such a nice person Luca". Luca smiled "Are you hitting on me as well?" he asked making Oliver smile. "Of course I am" Oliver replied confidently "I like you and not just in a sexual way". "Oh" Luca sat there dumbfounded at the words looking down "so your not just out to bed me?". Oliver looked at him "If you asked me that a couple of days ago my answer would have been yes". Luca nodded "So what changed your mind?" he asked curiously. "You" Oliver replied "I mean.. well I don't know what I mean. I find you quite amazing as a person". Luca looked across at the group "If this was in any other circumstance I would find it flattering". "How come you don't then?" Oliver asked unsure if he really wanted him to answer. Luca smiled "It is nothing personal Oliver. You live in New York and I live in England, distance plain and simple". Oliver chuckled "I could move to England" he said sounding serious. Luca shook his head "Please don't, it is not fair to put me in this situation". Oliver handed over his cruise card to pay for the drinks "Sorry, I have never felt this way before around someone". Luca touched Oliver's leg "There must be hundreds of men in New York who would love you". Oliver smiled "No, they see the Central Park penthouse that's all" he replied standing up. "I am not in any rush Oliver" Luca said standing up "let's see". Oliver took that as a glimmer of hope that there may at least be something between them. Luca enjoyed his afternoon unaware his parents watched from their balcony, happy to see him beginning to unwind and socialise more with the Americans. Gio stated that it would do him good to be around gay people, he dearly wanted his son to be happy and confident with who he was. The last couple of days he had certainly changed and was more happy to be around them. Sarah nodded "At least he never hid it from us" she said watching him "You know Mark is gay?". Gio looked at her "Really?" he replied "it never crossed my mind, do you think there was more to them sharing a room?". "No" she replied sadly "I was hoping they might at least date but they both seem to be blind to each other". Gio smiled "When he is ready to be open I am sure he will find someone". Luca was so relaxed at dinner that evening and went to watch the show in the theatre with his parents. Oliver and Brad had come along and seeing Luca sat there they went and sat next to him and his parents. Brad spent most of the show rubbing his leg against Luca's who sat there in mild amusement until the lights came on. He was already feeling horny from sitting so close to Brad. His parents headed off the Duchess Room to listen to the music, Oliver was meeting with James and Liam in the casino leaving Brad and Luca who took a stroll along the promenade deck towards the aft end where Luca's suite was situated. Chatting about mindless things until Luca opened the door and headed inside. Brad followed and got in the lift with him to go up two decks. Luca was feeling light headed and tipsy having dunk way more wine during dinner than he was use to. They just looked at each other, no words spoken between them. Luca opened the door to his suite and Brad followed him in. Luca went over to the butlers pantry and poured an orange juice for Brad and him then excused himself to use the bathroom. Brad took out the bottle of eye drops and slipped a couple of drops in to Luca's orange juice. Not enough to knock him out, just enough to make sure he was very relaxed. Luca returned and sat on the sofa with Brad drinking his orange juice and chatting. He knew sex was on the cards and standing up he felt more light headed than before. Diligently he locked the interconnecting door as he always did at night. Brad held out his hand and took Luca upstairs, reaching the top Brad pulled Luca close and kissed him and working him further in to the bedroom never loosing lip contact. Brad smiled and looked at Luca "Tonight is my gift to you" he said kissing Luca's neck and unbuttoning his shirt. Luca leaned back against the wall moaning, his chest exposed and Brad kissing it "I want your gift" he mindlessly said half repeating Brad's words. Brad threw his wicked grin at Luca, he sensed that Luca had no idea what he was really talking about and that made him all the more horny and aroused for Luca. Brad kissed him hard on the mouth, their hands fumbling undressing each other. Clothes strewn across the floor they stood naked madly kissing, Luca pinned against the wall feeling Brad's body. His hands roamed down touching and caressing Luca's ass, suddenly his body rose off the ground with ease. Luca flung his legs around Brad's hips, seamlessly carrying him over and climbing onto the bed he laid Luca down on his back. Brad spat in to his hand and rubbed it against Luca's exposed ass pushing one finger in to his hole, Luca softly closed his eyes 'oh god fuck me' he cried in desperation. Luca moaned again feeling a second finger probing his hole and pushing in deep, his legs pinned up around Brad's waist. Brad spat on his hand and rubbed it on his cock, leaning forward he kissed Luca again, hand guiding his cock towards the prize. Luca wriggled feeling the immense force against his hole prising it open, Brad looked down at him and smirked. Slipping an arm around the back of Luca's neck to hold him he pushed and simultaneously kissed Luca hard. Brad's mouth absorbed the guttural cries of Luca, his hands pushing against Brad's shoulders that stayed firmly in place. Two conflicting emotions, one to push Brad off the other wanted him badly. Slowly his hands moved around the back of Brad's neck holding him, his body relaxing now the worst of the pain was subsiding his ass distended around the shaft of Brad's cock. Luca now began kissing Brad back enjoying the tongue fighting that strangely seemed to be turning Brad and he on even more. He was under no illusion Brad was in control of him, the gentle but firm thrusts generating from his hips down to his cock ensuring Luca knew his place. A trickle of saliva dribbled out the corner of his mouth and down his neck, his body pushing up the bed then back feeling every inch of Brad inside him. Gently he increased the speed his hips worked against Luca's ass, stopping occasionally holding his cock deep inside. The pressure of his move made Luca wriggle almost on the verge of squirming. As soon as he felt Luca's body moving the fucking started again with renewed vigour and intensity. The squirming was enough for Brad who held Luca more tightly, breaking the kiss Brad looked at him 'Ready for my little gift?' he seductively asked Luca smirking. Without really understanding the connotation a besotted Luca leaned up and kissed Brad 'give me your best shot' he replied. Brad pulled his cock out releasing his hold on Luca who looked up at him in desperation. His body suddenly flung on to his stomach. Luca confused from the mixture of alcohol and drug along with his sexual need wondered why he had stopped fucking. By the time he tried to lift his head he looked at the headboard feeling the weight of Brad on his body. He opened his eyes wider and before he could cry his head was pushed down in the pillow to stifle any sound. Brad entered with such force in to Luca's body he tried bouncing up and down. Unsure if he was in agony or sexual pleasure he wriggled hearing 'fuck yes' from Brad. The dead weight of Brad now laid on top of Luca, feeling Brad's feet going under his ankles hooking his legs then pushing them apart immobilising his lower half as well. Losing all control of his body movements Luca felt in pure sexual heaven from Brad's domination of him. Brad gave several deep slow thrusts of his cock in to Luca, he now figured that Brad liked it when he wriggled trying to fight and now began playing along. The more his body wriggled the deeper and harder Brad fucked him. Brad slipped his arm around Luca's neck holding his head up, his other hand clamping over Luca's mouth. Kissing the side of Luca's face 'god your so dam hot and sexy' he hoarsely whispered. Luca's hands held on to Brad's arms pushing his ass up to meet with Brad's fucking taking him as deep as he could go. Unable to stop himself the thrusting got faster, the sound of his balls hitting rapidly against Luca and the Luca's muffled moans filled the air. Balls tightening Brad growled and grunted like an animal, the sweat dripping on to Luca underneath him. Pushing deep Brad moaned and tensed his body forcing his cock deep up to his balls inside Luca, he could feel his toxic cum firing in to Luca. Every contraction caused his body to tense up harder pushing deeper making sure every drop went deep inside. Brad collapsed on top of Luca grinding his cock away 'You got a good breeding sexy' he said through his panting breath. Still holding and pinning him on the bed Brad moved his hand away from Luca's mouth, turning his head Luca kissed Brad sensually. Brad slowly pulled his cock out and Luca rolled on to his back hard as a rock, his hand going straight to his cock. Brad moved up and pushed his cock in to Luca's mouth. He could taste the cum on Brad's cock and eagerly devoured it. Knowing his ass was full of Brad's cum, Luca pushed his hips up and began ejaculating a long ribbons of cum over his chest. Oliver walked in to the bar "Where has Brad gone?" he asked the other two who were sat at the blackjack table. James chuckled "He went off with Luca about an hour ago" he replied watching Oliver's look drop. Oliver plonked himself down in the chair "Fuck" he said a little too loudly. "Cheer up Oliver you will get your turn" Liam replied laughing "after me". James suddenly click "Oh hell Olly" he said leaning forward "you have fallen for him haven't you?". Oliver nodded "A little, we both really hit it off when chatting". Liam chuckled "Make something happen with him then" he replied seeing the unhappy look Oliver gave him. Oliver ordered a large gin "I will be amazed if he even talks to us after having Brad loose on him". "He has no idea we deliberately targeted him" James said sitting back in his chair smiling. Liam nodded "Dumb kid" he said "still they are always the best ones to knock up". "I know Brad took his bottle of eye drops with him this evening" James said using air quotes. Oliver shook his head "Come on this has gone beyond on a joke now". James shot Oliver a look "Lighten up" he said "anyway I don't think Brad will need them, maybe a couple of drops to get him in the mood". Oliver looked angrily "Stop it both of you" he said pausing "I hate what we are doing to him". "Fuck Mary calm down" Liam replied "You started off the whole thing off in the first place". "Fine" Oliver reluctantly said knowing it was a warning not to say anything to Luca. Luca laid panting and smiling, sex was sex but what he had just experienced took it to a new level. The way his body was dominated and immobilised still had Luca hard as a rock. Brad leaned down licking Luca's chest, slurping up the cum which he then dribbled it back to the owners mouth and kissed him. Their bodies calming down and lying side by side they kissed for ages then fucked again twice more in to the early hours of the morning until Brad exhausted fell asleep cuddled up to Luca.

I forgot to add to my last post something I have said many times in this forum. If you are a top and shit happens, remember you are playing with an asshole...shit happens. Be respectful. The last thing a bottom wants is a messy fuck...unless you’re into scat. Bottoms don’t purposely shit on your cock. If you can’t handle it, then quit fucking.

The older black top fucked me again, as top 2 and my husband got ready to take top 2 back. Before they left, my husband asked to suck top 2’s dick, because he needed to feel how magnificent that dick was. Turns out top 2 is dl, and has a gf and kids. His phone was going off almost the entire time he was there, dodging calls and texts from his gf. Older black top said he was cumming in me, but most of that was just piss. I don’t mind getting pissed in, but he just wouldn’t leave, and he pissed so much, I needed a shower afterwards. Finally fucked me a couple more times, then left. My husband fucks me shortly afterwards. Top 4 arrives, and he’s a skinny, long dicked hairy mixed guy who likes to get sucked. I get him hard, and he has me ride him. I can’t ride for long, my legs are pretty weak at this point, so we flip to doggy, where he pumps me until he cums inside of me. Leaves fairly quickly. I had 3 more tops lined up, when I text this guy I’m falling in love with (trying to set up a polyamorist relationship, but my husband is taking it pretty hard), and was about to get my very first gang bang. Top 5, an aggressive, young, 20 something black guy shows up, gets undressed, and shoves his cock in my throat. Pretty small at first, but he’s a grower. Top 6, a 20 something white guy, gets there, with a decent sized cock, but nothing as big as top 1’s Dick. I go back and forth to sucking these guys off, when top 5 starts to fuck me, while I worship top 6’s dick with my throat. They switch, and I’m back to sucking top 5’s dick, they switch back and forth for about 5 minutes, when top 5 says “you wanna get fucked by both of them?”, to which I replied I never had before. He directed the 6th top to lie down and have me ride him, which we did. He then proceeds to push my back so I’m closer to the 6th top. Top 5 then proceeded to slide his dick in me. It feels amazing. It probably would have hurt, had I not been fucked so much before, but I loved it. They start slow, with top 6 gripping my hips, pushing his dick in balls deep, while top 5 starts pumping my pussy faster and harder. It’s not long before top 6 cums deep in me. I can feel the cum gushing out while top pounds my hole mercilessly. Top 5 pulls out so I can get off top 6, and he can get ready to cum in me. I’m sucking top 6, while top 5 pounds me deeper and harder than before. Suddenly he pumps a huge load inside of me. I’m sucking both tops again, when this guy I’m falling in love with gets there. I start sucking him, and top 5 cock, when top 6 gets in on it. Lover tells me to get on the floor so he can eat my hole, which I gladly do. He likes blowing air inside of me so I fart on his dick, which oddly turns me on. Top 5 eats lovers hole, then starts fucking him, while lovers eating me out. I start sucking top 6’s dick, until he wants to fuck again. Top 5 fucking lover, top 6 fucking me, then they switch. They fuck us both for quite some time, until top 8 arrives. Top 8 is a fuzzy, built black top, 8-9 long, and thick. I start sucking him, while everyone else focuses on fucking lover. I start riding him, but couldn’t do it. My legs were really shot at this time, so top 5 tries to ride him, but he’s not into other black guys at all. So I start sucking him again, when top 5 starts fucking me again. He blows another load in me, when the other tops start to leave. My pussy is literally throbbing at this point. Top 8 and I start fucking doggy again, but I can’t take his dick. So we switch to on my back, where he continues to make me have anal orgasm after oral orgasm, until I can’t take him anymore. I start sucking his dick, until he starts jacking it. He does this until he’s ready to cum, and I jump back on his dick again, and he pumps a huge load in me. I get off, after every drop is inside of me, when I start sucking his cock again. I’m sucking his dick almost non-stop until he leaves, and he is very happy with the results. Moral of the story is, I’m addicted to getting dp’d hopefully many more times to come.

I'm a kinky bastard, what can I say? I enjoy getting off to hot videos of neg holes getting bred by poz tops and stories of stealthers coming in and knocking-up unsuspecting neg bottom boys. I do it a lot myself, and I'm good at what I do, they never know who it was that got em...at least I thought none figured it out. I admit once I had gotten cocky so I wasn't careful, and sure enough I came across a story, and it was so fucking hot...and I realized it was about me! The boy knew he had been pozzed deep and good. Maybe you'll get off to what happened to him like I have. (Story told from Bottom's Point of View.) Looking back now, I can't tell if I was stupid, horny, or naive. One thing I can tell you is, the guy had a huge dick. I was new to the city and it was my freshman year of college. I was still just eighteen and only had a bit of experience being fucked and I always played safe like I learned in Health Class my Sophomore year in High School. I hadn't come out though so I couldn't really make the typical profile. I was sticking to things like Craigslist, maybe that's how I got set up so easily. He had a nice package, said he was on the DL. He was a hung mixed guy, couldn't tell what mixed but he had great slightly tanned looking skin, and a thick beautiful cock that curved upward just a bit. He had a remote control right next to his dick for size reference, oh god....I was already hard. I messaged him and sent a pic of my ass and face. I hoped I'd get one in return, I told him I was looking for some 'safe' and 'sane' fun, just some buzz words that I picked up to convey I was vanilla and maybe a bit inexperienced. To my surprise I didn't have to wait long to get a response and a face pic. He was way better looking than I had imagined, I thought guys who wanted to hide their face would probably require a paper bag if I wanted to get fucked by them, but that was so not the case. He asked if I was neg, and I said yes so condom only. He asked if I got into any kink like being tied up or blindfolded because it turned him on a lot. I had never tried any of that before but if he would fuck me more than once, I would go for it. He agreed and sent me his address and when to be there. It was just over an hour and so I had to move like lightning if I wanted to be ready in time. I was all nerves and butterflies as I pressed the buzzer to the apartment number he gave me, the door opened and I went up to the floor I was told the room was on. I came knocked the door '232' tentatively and it opened as I tapped the wood. I pressed my palm against it and opened the door fully. The room was dimly lit with candles and some sensual R&B jams playing lowly. He sat there shirtless, nice built chest, sweatpants hanging loosely from his hips showing his pubic hair and the very base of his dick was exposed as well. My heart was pumping hard in my chest now, was I supposed to fall to my knees and worship his dick? I wanted to at the very least. I confess I have a thing for thugs, just the idea of one getting rough and merciless with me was hot...but not sure how well I could deal with pain if there was any unexpectedly. "Come here and suck this dick," he commanded firmly. I obliged and covered the distance between me and his crotch, tugging down those sweats and sucking the ever-stiffening uncut monster cock that I was going to let drill into me. He licked a finger and slid it down my track pants and fingered my tight hole, his saliva slicked it up as he opened me. I moaned contently. "I'm gonna widen you up, that hole is too tight, I need it loose and used up," he whispered seductively. I arched my back trying to let myself open to him more, another finger made its way inside. He coaxed me up onto the bed, pulling me forcibly by my hair so I had to crawl on my hands and knees to the middle. He took my hands and pulled them up towards the corners, leather straps found their way around my wrists and were secured snugly with lightning quick precision. I could barely move my hands, there was no way I could slip out. This whole time he kept me gagged with his dick so I couldn't say much at all. He did mention restraints in the e-mail, so I was only surprised because I was so into sucking him. He moved away from me, and I tried to turn to see where he was going but a blindfold was already over my eyes and tied firmly into place. With one more fluid motion my ankles were bound to the bed to. I couldn't see anything, I couldn't move either. My track pants had been taken off as he had pulled me onto the bed and I was commando, so no underwear stood between my hole and his cock. "I brought condoms," I said, almost more like a whimper. I can't lie, I was scared, he could do anything to me now. Most of the things I imagined him doing to me, I wanted, but what if he wanted to do something else.... "Good," he said somewhere behind me. I could hear the floor boards creaking oddly, and now that I thought about it, I hadn't got to look around his place. There were rooms down the hall, could there be more than one person here? "You have a roommate?" I asked timidly. "Nope, just you and me," he assured me, I felt him press his dick against my ass lube covering it nicely. I couldn't tell if he had a condom on but it didn't feel like it. He pressed my head into a pillow with one hand before I could question and his dick shoved into me as well. I grimaced as the initial burn of his cock widening me up began. I gasped as he plunged into me. He tried to let me get used to it for a few moments but not nearly long enough, this top was impatient for my hole and he knew he could take it. I had no choice but to try and bite into the pillow and give up my ass to my dominator. The whole bed shook, I could hear the headboard knocking against the wall in rhythm with his thrusts into my captive hole. I moaned with each slap of his balls against my ass cheeks, they were so huge, I could tell he shot huge loads. Oh god, I hoped the condom wouldn't break or I'd be the one overflowing with his seed...if he was wearing a condom at all. I was nearly screaming at the top of my lungs into the pillow before he suddenly slacked off and slid out of me without a word. Had he cum? Was he about to rim me? I couldn't tell what was happening, that familiar feeling of nervousness and excitement struck again, perhaps this is why he liked the bottom to be blindfolded. Not knowing could be an aphrodisiac after all it seemed. Then, his cock slid into me once more. Yet, something was different this time. It seemed fatter somehow, his was a hung dick but it was overly-thick, this one though had way more girth to it. Did he put on a cock ring maybe? I didn't have time to ask or ponder before I was being drilled again. Tears started splashing into my pillow as the assault renewed with incredible power. My hole quivered from the force of his dick cramming into me and forcing me even wider. My top was silent not even a little dirty talk, just me moaning and grunting as his used me as much as he wanted. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, and something was pushed under my nose. I wondered what it was and inhaled curiously, it didn't smell like much of anything but he moved it and held it under my other nostril and made me sniff deeply again. As he moved the bottle away I got the most intense feeling I had ever had. A warmth seemed to spread from the center of my chest and radiate through my whole body. My hole could barely handle his dick before but suddenly it seemed to want nothing more than to open up and get raped by his horse-hung cock. All I wanted was to let him use me as his cumdump, I wished I could have told him to rip the condom off and just blow inside me. My hole felt like a secret part of it was opening up to just him and he could violate me deeper than anyone ever had before and...he sure fucking did. I moaned like a bitch as he drilled my ass in places I couldn't imagine having been fucked in. It was like his dick found a secret compartment to stuff his meat into again and again until suddenly I felt it throbbing repeatedly while he was balls deep inside. I breathed heavily just feeling the pulses taper off after two minutes. His balls emptied every drop before he slid out of my ass. "You wanted multiple loads from me though, yeah?" he questioned. I felt him press his dick back into me, though now it felt longer again, not as thick, and it went even deeper than before. I felt the familiar bottle pressed against my nose. I inhaled, and now I knew he definitely had a friend using my ass there with him, and if I had to guess I was being the cumdump for both of them. I tried pushing out the load, to be sure it was inside me but the rush took over again and his dick was already plowing me deeply. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see anything anyway and just relaxed and let him use me. Resisting wouldn't help now and he knew I had given in. The bed was rocking like a boat in a storm and the pounding of the headboard was like thunder with how powerful his fucking was. I screamed into the pillow in ecstasy. "Just fucking cum in me, I know you're doing it!" I begged. And that's when he shot. He pulled out so I could feel a spurt of jizz shoot across my back and then plunged balls deep into me and kept it in the entire time until he was done. A finger ran across my back gathering the load he shot and pushed it back into my hole with the rest of the loads. He unbuckled me but pinned my arms behind my back as he undid the restraints on my ankles. He walked me across the room with the blindfold on and pushed me outside the door of his place as he dropped my clothes to the floor with my shoes also outside. The door slammed shut as I was taking off the blindfold, completely naked in the building where anyone could walk by. I hurriedly got dressed, my aching hole wanting to burst with the amount of cum his balls had filled me with. I hoped I could make it home or to a bathroom before I had to let the loads out. "Ugh!" I gasped as it was too late, a huge stream of cum suddenly ran down my left leg coating my socks with jizz there was so much fucking jizz, and I knew that was only the beginning. My track pants were soaked, I could only hope they were dark enough people couldn't tell I had just been fucked in the ass and bred. I felt like such a slut. He had used me and tossed me away like tissue paper... And God was it hot. I found out I was poz two months later, but I never saw him again...that's when I thought to write this. Maybe he'll see it and get in touch someday... ((Note: For anyone who is thinking of asking -- nope, I didn't find this story somewhere else, haha I wrote it all myself, just added more to the story to include that twist. Wouldn't it be hot to read a story written by someone you gifted? ))

First post guys, I've been inspired by some really hot content on here and thought I'd stop being a spectator. Let me know what you think and if you want more. Tanner was destined to be an amazing athlete - that's what his coaches had always said, the boy had commitment, drive, energy and, above all else the raw physical stamina and speed needed to be a really great little athlete. He could pretty much get a scholarship for anywhere at the rate he was going and, two-weeks after his 18th birthday had colleges across the country begging him to attend. He was a 6ft tall, blond adonis: soft blue eyes, tan skin, gorgeous jawline with a dusting of dark blonde stubble - if athletics didn't want him, he could have made a fortune as a model: every girl who saw him wanted him and every boy was desperate to be him or, be in him. However, as far as Jake had got out of him, he'd only had two girlfriends in the past and never fucked - just some oral. So a tight little virgin too. I'm something of a sportsman myself well.... more of a hunter to be fair I'm 42 years old and probably in the best shape of my life. I'd packed on the muscle and my hairy chest expanded with even the slightest breath. I was built like a bear but with a body carved from stone after spending hours at the gym and on the field. I was a burly guy and, so I'd been told, a hot, daddy type. That suited me fine as I liked nothing more than dicking hot young twinks and jocks, letting them feel safe in my company before chemming up their innoncent cunts with G and Tina and fucking them full of my poz-babymakers. I'd played sports when I was young and there was something about the smell of a jock that got my juices going and, by far, my greatest conquest, was a local swimmer boy - Jake. A few years' ago I'd been at a swim-meat, scouring for talent when he was competing in his first adult competition: by farm the hottest boy in the entire place, fresh-faced 18 year old perfection.Tight, lean muscle, black hair, green eyes, big package - I had to have him. He ended up winning his competition and, that night, having chatted to him previously and asserted myself as a trust-worthy older jock type, invited him back to my room, smoked him out and fucked his tight, gold-medalled cunt into the chem stratosphere. Jake was a favourite bottom of mine from there on in and, right up until he left for college - we'd fucked a few of his school friends and swimming buddies into the poz brotherhood but, our dual hunts came to an end when he left: or that's what I thought. Tanner had applied to Jake's college and was thinking about joining their athletics programme. Jake had been 'buddied' up with the boy to try and convince him - Jake took that responsibility very seriously as soon as he saw Tanner's gorgeous body. I got a phone call from Jake that night, desperate for me to help him 'convince' Tanner to attend. Having heard Jake's description of the little 18 year old stud, I was intrigued and, when Jake mentioned Tanner was going to stay with him at his frat-house for the Easter weekend - couldn't turn down the invitation of pozzing another little jock boy. All of Jake's frat would be home for easter and we'd have his place to ourselves. More to come... Tanner would arrive on Friday and I would arrive on Saturday. Tanner and Jake would spend Saturday morning getting 'sports enemas' at Jake's local health centre ("you know" he'd told Tanner "it's super good for athletes") and then he'd drop Tanner off at the house where I'd be waiting before heading out on an 'errand' leaving me with the hot little, cleaned-out stud. I'd make him feel comfortable, get him used to my presence, spend the rest of the day getting in the boy's head before Jake returned with enough Tina to turn the boy from neg innocent to poz pig in three easy steps. I'd send Jake out to a dealer I knew in the area, a real 'good-guy' with a sweet supply of everything you'd need for a night of long-jock-dicking. He'd have everything I need for a four-day weekend of hole-wrecking. I'd phoned ahead - boys like Tanner don't come around so often; his initiation had to be special, dedicated and long. You don't just fuck a boy like Tanner, you have to ruin a boy like Tanner. "Mention my name to Steve" I said to Jake, "He'll have a kit ready for me - it'll have everything I need" "What about money?" Jake said I laughed, "Don't worry, Steve is going to get paid in other currency" I said, grinning. "Hahaha...sweet" Jake said and disappeared out the door leaving me in my web - waiting for my prey. Saturday came around, I'd flown cross-state rather than drive and got a taxi to the frat house from the airport. The boys were already out so, using the key Jake had sent me, I made myself comfortable, surveying the house for the perfect 'pozzing space'. Around mid-morning the door opened and the boys tumbled in, laughing like regular 'bros'. "Hey there" I shouted from the living room. "Ah, hey man!" Jake said warmly, coming into the room and giving me a bear-hug - fuck I'd missed how that tight torso felt against my own abs. "Hey, Tanner, this is Simon...Si this is Tanner...a hot new recruit" I caught Jake's eyes as he said the last words and smirked. "Hey dude" Tanner said, shaking my hand firmly. He was even better than Jake described - tall, muscular, ripped stud with short, cropped blond hair and piercing baby-blue eyes, thick calves and the roundest, most perfect little ass. The boy was gorgeous, hours in the gym, hours on the track...I couldn't wait for him to spend hours on all-fours. We all talked for a bit, laughed about the enemas (got our little friend talking about sex as quickly as we could) before Jake made his excuses and promptly left leaving me to relax and prep our gorgeous boy-toy. Tanner was awkward at first but, I soon got him talking, confiding in me - it was a gift really, I guess the age differential made boys think I was trustworthy. He told me about the girls back home and how they gave the worst head... "You ever let a boy suck you" I said nonchalantly, he visibly jumped "No!" He said, agitated I laught "jeez dude, fuck! It's just a dick and a mouth - do you honestly think it fucking matters?" He relaxed and, we went back and forth like that for a bit till I made an excuse to look at a picture hanging behind him. I stood directly in front of him, my cock visibly pulling at the fabric of my jeans, pretending to admire the painting. "Dude...you've got a monster..." Tanner said almost without thinking. "Oh, this" I said, forcing a bit more blood into my already firm dick. He looked up at me and, as he did, I saw a tiny window of opportunity. As we locked eyes, I grabbed his chin and softly kissed his beautiful lips. He pulled away for a moment, his chin still in my hand before once again joining my lips against his and kissing. For a boy without experience he wasn't a bad kisser - a bit hesitant but, that would change. I leaned in, lowering myself onto him, straddling him as he sat on the chair. "I've... I mean, I'm not..." he said, braking the kiss. "shhh" i said, pushing my tongue back into him as he moaned. "Don't worry" I whispered back, "we're just fooling around" "Yeah" he laughed, nervously, shifting his weight around on the chair so as not to let his erect cock touch me. "Listen dude, Jake isn't back for ages - let's just enjoy ourselves, yeah?" "Ok" Tanner said, as we kissed again and I slipped my hand up his polo to feel those stong, taught ab muscles. "Jesus" I thought "this boy is going to get so fucked" We made out for a long time, building his trust, elevating the boy's hormones - getting that consuming, teenage testosterone pumping through his veins. We'd moved to the floor and I'd managed to pull his pants and briefs down to expose that round little jock-butt. As we moaned into each other I began pushing the boy's boundaries - literally, maneuvering myself behind him as he squatted on all fours. "Time to show you what your anus can really do" I thought as I spat on my index finger and, finding his virgin tight boy hole, began pushing in. He started to squirm away from me but, I held his legs fast under mine and kept my finger pressing against his sphincter. A bit more saliva and my finger pushed past the tight walls of his outer ring, feeling it pulse and contract around my knuckle. The boy was going to be a tight ride, that was for sure (at least, at first anyway) and, as I massaged the lining of his cunt I couldn't help but loose myself in the silk lining of that glorious little boy-pussy, probing it with my finger like I was making love to that tight hole. It was almost too good; whole minutes passed before I realised I still had work to do - this boy wasn't nearly ready to become the cumdump he was made to be; in one move I whipped my finger out of his puckering hole. "That good baby boy?" I said, as his ass closed tight behind me. "Fuck yeah" he responded, "never knew it could feel that good" "It's going to get so much better" I whispered in his ear, resting my cockhead against his perfect butt as I bit his neck and ear. I felt him tense up as my cock rested against his hole: I loved the electricity that seemed to dance over his skin with the thrill of doing something 'forbidden', his breathing deep, shallow, masculine. "You thinking about getting fucked there boy?" He bit his lip and, I could tell he was still conflicted. "We totally don't have too" I said, teasing his hole with the tip of my finger. "Don't even worry, we can just fool around" I assured, picturing that perfect pink hole stretched about my hairy arm as I massaged some random, anonymous cum into the walls of his teenage, partied-out, boy-hole. "Yeah, maybe..Do you mind? Maybe we could just fool around a bit" he said, as I gently pushed my digit back into him. "...Besides" he moaned as I finger fucked him. "Jake will be home soon" My eyes darted to the clock on the wall above the chair... "8:45pm...15 minutes...Jake better be here then" I thought, as I worked that boy's hole over. There was going to come a point when I'd simply end up raping Tanner without some good ol'fashioned chemical lovin. I pulled my finger out of him and replaced it with my tongue: feeling him contract even more against the new experience: his clothed jock-body shivering in front of me as his outer ring quivered and expanded as my tongue probed deeper.

I have horrible fetishes. Most everything that I should run from turns me on. Danger, rape, STDs, everything I should find scary I instead want to chase. I know those things could permanently fuck up my life, but that's what I find most appealing. I'm halfway through college now, but extremely frustrated by my sex life. While my young, skinny body attracts guys, they're just too vanilla for me. I have been good about keeping my fetishes in check though; I haven't gone on craigslist or to bars looking for a hazardous encounter. I've instead been fulfilling my needs with porn that features those things. This way, I don't risk screwing up my life or the family I hope to make one day. It's been a while though, and porn isn't doing it for me anymore. That's where I got an awful, but also fantastic idea; I was going to live vicariously through other girls. Something I should mention; I am a film major. I'm not going to be an actress, I'm planning on being behind the camera somewhere. Because of my studies, I have a decent idea how the casting process goes and I have some connections to most industries. Using one of my connections, I put an anonymous call out for porn actresses. I made sure to do it in a city several hours away, so what would happen next couldn't be traced back to me. I created a fake company with a legitimate-looking name and logo. The ad offered a lot of money and reiterated several times how every male actor was 'tested' and condoms would be used; this was in hopes of attracting the least experienced. For that purpose, casting was 'open', meaning anyone could audition, regardless of experience. That was key when casting day came. If they had been in many porno's, they were more likely to have STD's or other things that wouldn't make it exciting. If they hadn't been in any porno movies? Good. If they hadn't been in any and they weren't very promiscuous? Great. If they were a virgin? That was the golden fruit. A girl who gets an STD/knocked-up the first time they fuck? That's probably the hottest thing I've ever heard. As the day drew on, I told all the girls roughly the same thing; 'This is a tough business, if you're right for the part we'll call you.' I didn't want to make anyone think they were a shoe-in, as I didn't want to make it seem like we were desperate for girls. The actual selection was extremely simple though; Half the girls who auditioned had been in porn before; I immediately cut them. I didn't want to risk them realizing how weird this porn shoot was and telling the other girls to back out. After them, I still had 22 girls left. Most of them were drop-dead gorgeous, but a couple were also on the opposite end of the spectrum (i.e. ugly). I hired them all anyway. Honestly, watching ugly girls get fucked is kind of more attractive. Like, if an attractive girl gets an STD, they can maybe still find someone who is lonely and will risk it for them. If an ugly girl gets an STD though? They're fucked. It was hard to get laid before, it'll be impossible now. I called all the girls personally to tell them my company wanted to hire them. I reiterated the pay and said they'd get it right after the shoot. Next was the fun part. I went to the worst parts of downtown. I found a spot within a couple blocks of two different homeless shelters; this would be a perfect spot to recruit. I walked into an alleyway with couple dozen homeless guys. They seemed bewildered by my willingness to approach them. They all had torn up clothes that were so dirty, they'd probably been wearing them for at least months, maybe years. I walked up to one of them and kind of just dove straight into my purpose: "Do you all want to be in a porn I'm making? The women you'll fuck will be beautiful." The guy looked at me with a bewildered expression. He said "Listen, even if you're being serious, Ima be real with you; we're all in this alley together because we were waiting for our free prescription. We heard this clinic is trialing a new drug that can treat our AIDS. Since we ain't ever been on meds before, I doubt ya want us in your movie." This was even better than I had imagined. Thinking on my feet I replied "Uhh, actually, that's exactly why I came to you guys. I knew you all had AIDS. See this porn only has actresses that had to leave the industry because they got HIV; now they can only work in porn's where the actors also have HIV." The homeless guys collectively got real excited when they heard that. Most of them were walking over with large grins on their faces. It was clear they were in. I gave them the address of the house and told them what day and time to show up. I also mentioned, it was a semi-rape scene. The setting was a group of sorority girls who get their house overrun by hobos. A lot of the actresses liked to commit to the part, but they should remember they don't need to stop unless one of them says the safety word; 'Blueberries', even if they're pretending to fight quite a bit. Also, I told them about the other signal; most of these guys hadn't trimmed their nails in a while, and some of the girls liked to be cut a bit. If a girl said 'pumpernickle', that was her signal for you to hold her down and finger her aggressively to cut up her pussy a bit. If she complained about a condom, that was the signal to hit her. When the day finally came, I was exuberant. I had set up hidden cameras all over the house to record everything. I live-streamed the cameras to my computer back at the dorm so when it was over I could make a quick get away. The girls came over first, about an hour before the guys. I spent that time explaining how it would work; "The scene is about some 'homeless people' who will break in and pretend to sexually assault you, the girls in the sorority. Whoever watches this porn would have to use their imagination a bit, as obviously they will also put on condoms before penetrating you, and obviously real homeless people wouldn't do that. To make up for that, the guys have seriously gotten into character for this one. Just so you know, a lot of them may stink, or look nasty, but that's just prosthetics and things for realism; we are a serious company and all. I should also tell you, all these guys have had a vasectomy too. While it won't matter because they'll have condoms, I know many of you aren't on birth control, so I thought it'd help your nerves. "Also, if at any time you want to stop, that is totally fine. The guys all know the safety word is 'pumpernickle', if you say it, they will stop, no matter what. We can just cut that few seconds from the record and no harm done, okay?" The girls all nodded in agreement. They all seemed a little more at ease after hearing about all the safety precautions. As we waited for the boys, I was still debating my outfit. I wanted to wear a short skirt so I could have easy access to masturbate if I needed, but I was also afraid one of the homeless guys would mistake me for one of the sorority girls. That was an extremely hot thought though. I decided to keep the skirt, but I would carry an extra camera around so they'd know I wasn't an actress. The girls kept peaking outside to see when the men would arrive. That might damage the suspense though, so I got them away from the windows. I also locked all the side doors and threw away the key, just to get rid of any ideas they might have. I took one of the four girls who were total virgins and placed her right by the front door. Her name was Abigail, and I liked her the most. She was blonde, skinny, with large yet firm breasts. Unlike the other virgins, she was 100% chaste. She hadn't even held a guys hand before. She said she was mostly doing this as a way to get out of her chaste life, as she's always been to scared to touch a guy before. I needed to see her go first. Minutes later, the front door burst open. A gruff, hairy man stumbled through. He must've had at least a 5 inch beard. It was probably longer, but it was all matted up from having not been washed in so long. Another 50 homeless guys followed him in; I guess word must've gotten around about this little shoot. Half of them were already half naked too, they must've been preparing early. Now that I see their bodies, I'm surprised I hadn't noticed the AIDS before; they looked absolutely ravaged and skinny. The gruff guy went straight for Abigail. you could tell she was immediately having second thoughts. He grabbed her and started kissing her before pulling her onto the ground. Several other hobos rushed over too. Abigail instinctively tried to stop them from tearing off her clothes, but to them it was just part of the scene. Within seconds her shirt had been literally ripped off. The gruff guy had already lifted her skirt and tore off her panties too. She tried to keep her legs closed but he pried them open anyway. He thrust inside her and wasted no time, immediately going full speed. With several guys on either side groping every part of her and the gruff guy humping her without a condom, Abigail finally remembered what to do; she shouted 'pumpernickle!'. Big mistake. The gruff guy stopped humping and pulled out. Abigail looked relieved for maybe a half second, but then the gruff guy inserted two fingers in and started sadistically fingering her. He was clearly not trying to go smoothly either, he was jamming his nails right into the side of her pussy. She screamed and kept shouting "Pumpernickle! Pumpernickle! Pumpernickle!" but he just took it as a sign to keep going. It got so bad you could see the blood from across the room where I was filming. Eventually she gave up with the 'safety word' and let it continue. The gruff guy, now no longer being told to claw out her insides, rammed his penis back in. Abigail did not seem to like that. It wasn't great before, but now, with her hole so cut up, she jolted upward. She seemed to try to get away, but the other hobos held her down. Her struggles just pushed the gruff guy further. After a few minutes his breathing changed. his humps lost their rhythm as he could feel it coming. Abigails face grew red and her body twisted as he grew inside her. Finally, he exploded, launching jets of poisonous cum into her. Right after he finished a different homeless pushed the gruff guy off. Abigail looked lost as he inserted his prick. She barely made a noise at first. Then the guy said 'I was looking for someone to fuck, but it's hard cause they usually care about my AIDS.' This trigger Abigail. She said 'what!?!' and started struggling to get away again, but other two guys still had her arms pinned. The guy on top leaned forward and started manhandling her massive breasts. She said 'wait no, I don't want AIDS! I can't get pregnant!' but the guy didn't care. He put one hand on her neck, holding her face looking directly at him. His pace quickened further. I could see Abigail's eyes light up as her expanded inside her. She started howling in pain, and that drove the guy over the edge as he erupted, spewing volley after volley of his hazardous cum into her. Several other guys took their turns directly afterwards, each one cumming inside her dilapidated pussy. I didn't stay to watch. I was getting hornier by the second. I left to see how the other girls were faring.

The Well-Hung POZ Twink Breeds My Boy My boy and I love to get him fucked by other guys. There’s something so sexy about him submitting to a big cock. The need to feel it stretching him open and filling him with seed is too much to resist. I love to help him get ready to get dicked down, rimming his hole, fingering lube inside, blowing a buddy’s cock to full hardness, and even slipping it right inside him. I only let him get fucked raw and really love laying down underneath so I can fuck-lick right at his ass while he’s getting pounded. I’ve cleaned up many tops’ cummy dicks after they breed my boy. I enjoy fucking their seed deeper into his slutty opened hole, and Iove eating cum out of him. We’re a good fit. Sometimes I find guys to breed my boy, and sometimes he seeks them out. We were at a bar a few weeks ago and this sexy pretty twink starting grinning at us. My boy sauntered over and chatted him up. I got hard as my boy put his arms around the twink and I watched as the twink licked his fingers then slid his hands down my boy’s jeans. I knew he was fingering my boy when my boy threw his head back. I picked up the tab for all our drinks. When I turned to where they’d been standing, they were gone. I ducked out to the street an didn’t see them. I made my way back to the bathroom and heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking from the stall. I knocked and heard the twink moan as my boy shouted, ‘we’ll be right out!’ I stood guard at the door while this twink pounded my boy. I heard the twink tell my boy he was about to cum and the sound of skin on skin smacking until the twink shot his load, hopefully deep into my boy’s hungry pussy. A few minutes later, they both appeared, flushed and grinning. The three of us left the bar, both me and the twink squeezing my boy’s ass. I wanted to see if there was a wet spot of fresh cum dripping out, so I let them walk a few steps ahead of me. No sign of anything. I asked them if they were done. The twink said he was good for another load and my boy smiled. We piled into my car. I drove as they hopped in the back seat, making out with each other the whole drive home. We were all hard as we entered our living room. My boy made us all a round of vodka sodas. I took the time to get to know the twink a little. His name was Brian, and he thanked me for letting him fuck my boy back at the bar. I asked if he bred him, and he looked at the floor. I told him, ‘hey, stud. I’m into it. You can breed him, especially if I get sloppy seconds!’ He avoided eye contact and told me that he hadn’t fucked raw since he converted. I realized he was POZ. ‘Does my boy know?’ He shook his head. ‘Did you raw fuck him in the bathroom?’ He shook his head again. He’d bagged up and fucked my boy with spit as lube. I knew my boy’s hole would be ragged from a relatively dry fuck. I had a naughty idea. ‘It’s cool man. My boy has a PrEP prescription. And he likes to be filled up. So no worries.’ What Brian didn’t know that my boy decided to go off PrEP a few months ago after some unusual liver function results at his last testing. Brian told me he’d be cool breeding my boy. I grinned. Just then, my boy came back with our drinks. He’d poured doubles and we all drank them down quickly. My boy sat between me and the twink. The three of us made out and groped each other. I got on my knees and shimmied their pants down. I blew the twink’s eight-inch fat cut dick and got it nice and slippery. My boy got on his hand and knees sideways on the couch and blew Brian as I ate his tender hole. It was pink and open from their dry protected first fuck. I lapped at my boy’s ass, smearing my copious precum into him. ‘Boy, this nice twink is going to fuck you now. Raw.’ My boy eagerly nodded and pulled his mouth off of Brian’s dick. Facing me, he straddled Brian’s lap. I spit onto that big raw POZ cock and slipped it inside my boy’s hole. The sight of him slipping right down on that dick must have made me beam. My boy groaned as he adjusted to his girth and sat all the way down on it. I leaned forward lapping at his stretched-out ass lips, then suckling Brian’s big balls. My boy started riding and threw his head back in ecstasy. ‘This is so much better raw!,’ he shouted. He rode Brian until his legs were tired and pulled off. I sucked Brian’s cock down my throat. I tasted the familiar tinny flavor of cum mixed with raw hole. My boy bent over the arm of the sofa and spread his cheeks wide. Brian told me to take over for a minute. I slid right into my boy, making him more slippery as I oozed precum into his guts. Brian wiped the sweat from his brow and took my place. I got on the sofa and cradled my boy’s head as he took Brian’s forceful pounding. This skinny twink could really fuck, and he railed my boy for like ten minutes without stopping. He needed a bit of a break and went to the bathroom to take a piss. My boy and I 69ed on the floor. I lapped at my boy’s balls and hole. I knew I wanted my face right there as the twink filled him up. Brian came back and slid right back inside. After a few pumps, his big dick returned to full hardness and he really hammered my boy’s hole. I knew he was about to cum and pulled told my boy, ‘Get ready. He’s going to fill you up, with POZ seed!’ My boy pulled off my dick and moaned, ‘YES! YES! Please fill me up. Fill me up with your POZ cum! Give IT to me!!!’ Brian roared as he bred my boy as deeply as he could. My tongue was right there as white globs leaked out at the base of his cock. I lapped at the fresh cum and swallowed it down. They caught their breath and eventually Brian’s softening rod slipped out of my boy. A flood of seed poured out of my boy’s guts. Tinged ever so slightly pink, I swallowed it down. Brian slapped his cummy dick against my boy’s ass and my tongue. I made sure to not miss a drop. He got dressed and hopped in a cab, but not before entering his number in my phone. I texted him after he left, with pics of me breeding my boy’s loose used hole. He promised to text me the next time he needed to lose a load.

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

I always wanted to belong. To something. I never knew what it was and I was always a loner, you know, the socially awkward kind, the weird kid at school who everyone avoided. I did well at school, graduated, got a good job, everything you were told to do right? After all that I still never felt like I belonged anywhere. Why do I come out with all this right now and when does it become interesting? Well you see I'm in a dark room, it's quiet, the only thing I can hear is the sound of my own breath and the thumping of my heart beating hard and fast and my mind tumbling over and over the thoughts of my path to where I am right now. There's a noise. Footsteps, barefoot on a tiled floor, a gentle not unpleasant sound. The first sounds I'd heard beyond the gentle hum of the air con and the faint street noise coming from somewhere above me. The footsteps halted, I knew they were by the door of my room, I could see very little other than the floor as I was lying face down, bent over, with my feet touching the floor. Whatever light that was able to make it's way into my room was largely blocked by what was about to be my first step into a new world. I felt his legs pressed against mine, I felt two hands on my back, resting gently, they lifted slowly but returned with an audible slap making me buck and let out a grunt, maybe a scream, I'm not sure. I found my arms held in place, then the pressure of his whole body pressed against mine. I could feel his weight, he was not a small man, and I knew instantly the feeling of copious amounts of hair brushing my body. Something was whispered in my ear, I didn't hear it, it didn't matter to me anyway, I wanted one thing and right now, this man was it. He stood up, I was released and could breath again. I felt a single hand on my ass cheek, his thumb rubbing, exploring along my crack. I heard him spit then moments later felt the sticky liquid flow down between my cheeks. His thumb rubbed across my hole back and forth, working his spit around and around until he slipped a finger in. I let out a quiet, virtually inaudible "mmmmm" as he pulled his finger out. The tip of his cock rubbed across my hole, I heard him spit again, into his hand I guessed as his cock pulled away, but returned just as quickly, presumably carrying more of the home made lube. There seemed a pause in time, everything stopped momentarily, before I felt pressure against my hole. "Take it all", his low deep voice growled. I felt the head of his cock push it way through then within seconds he was buried deep. The shock of what felt like his massive length making it's own hole drove all the breath from my lungs, I gasped, gasps of ecstasy, as he help my hips and began pulling away and then burying his cock again, thrust after thrust after thrust. Each time he buried deep I could feel his massive mound of pubic hair brushing my crack, and with each thrust, the air was pushed from my lungs and as quickly as I could gasp it back in, the next thrust took it away again. I had no concept of time at this point, was it 5 minutes, or 50, it didn't matter, but suddenly the thrusting changed, this big man shook like a tree in the wind and with a cry out of "take my load, take it" he bucked several times and my ass received its first ever load. My new, yet unknown friend pulled away, he gently patted my on the back and walked away. I led there still and solitary for a few moments. "Job done", I thought to my self. An involuntary "Yes!" cried out from within me, as felt I belonged for the first time. Did my cry attract attention, i thought the open door did that and I was right. I wasn't sure of my next move, so I just stayed where I was.

Everyone has their own definition of being slutty. Listen to the question and it usually tells you what they want to hear. If they ask if your Neg then chances are they want to play with other neg guy. If they ask if you are Poz then they are or willing to take a chance. If a guy ask me if I am "Clean" I respond of course I took a shower this morning. Some might get ticked off and I say if your asking status then say it. Letting others know I am a slut, on older sites no longer around like BNskin, Bareback, and BBcity my profile name was CumdumpSD. Now most sites I am BreedMeRaw or variation. My Doctor knows that I am a Bareback bottom that takes loads from different Men. He also knows I did porn in my younger days. His usual "Good Morning, do we need to test" is a good indication that I am a POZ Cum DUMP.

I've bred a guy I thought was 18 only to realize later that he was younger (but still legal to fuck here in NY). Good thing I didn't take any pics… Moral of the story – if they look particularly young when you meet them, ask for ID and know the law in your location (start here: US, worldwide). But to answer the question, if it's legal, I'd do it…

Great second chapter - keep up the writing

Great beginning!

Shit happens. lol But seriously, it does.

i learned to deal with them when i get them......

2. My thoughts came back to me and I saw that Tommy was putting on his shoes getting ready to leave. “Why can’t I come with you?” I asked “Peter said I had to come alone or he won’t rent room,” Tommy replied. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach again. The same one when I saw Andrew with Peter. I don’t know why I felt so helpless. I should have told Tommy to not go and we’ll find a different option. But instead, I stood there paralyzed, like a kid with no voice. I used to be a confident person. I had a lot going for me, and still do. I have a great body from doing CrossFit, I’m tall, and I’m in school to become a Nurse Practitioner. I used to wear all things with pride, but for some reason, I feel less of a man with each Peter encounter. Tommy gave me another kiss and left. — Tommy slowly opened the door and entered the apartment. As he scanned the place, he quickly stopped when he saw Peter. He was sitting on a dirty futon naked from the waist down. He was slowly jacking his massive dick with his right hand while he sniffed his left armpit. “Took you long enough, faggot,” Peter said. “I…uh…what,” Tommy said. “What am I doing? What does it look like I’m doing?” Peter replied. “Should I come back another time?” Tommy asked. “No, get over here,” Peter demanded. As if pulled by invisible strings, Tommy slowly walked over to Peter. He had an even better view of Peter’s massive cock. Thick, with one large vein running from his balls up the shaft. And his balls. They were low hanging and massive. Tommy crinkled his nose. “Yeah you smell that, bitch? The smell of my crotch. Take it in, bitches like you love it,” Peter said. Tommy remained silent, eyes transfixed on Peter’s cock. “Here’s how it’s going to work. If you want to live here, you have to be my cock slave. I get to fuck you whenever I want. I need to get off a lot, so you have to be ready at any time. I don’t care if you’re at the market. If I text you, then you get your ass back here, bend over, and take my cock. And another thing, I don’t use condoms, so expect to have your cunt flooded with my grade-A spunk, “ Peter said. He continued, “So what’s it going to be? You want to live here and be my bitch, or you going to go back to that pathetic excuse of a man that you call your boyfriend?” Tommy stood there, completely motionless. Peter wagged his cock in Tommy’s direction. It must have given off more of Peter’s manly pheromones because Tommy’s lungs inflated as if he just took a big breath. When he exhaled, any reservation he had also exited his body. In a trance-like fashion, Tommy knelt by Peter and started to grab his dick. “Not so fast, bitch,” Peter taunted. “I want to hear you say that you want to be my cumdump cock slave.” “I want…to…be your cumdump,” Tommy stammered. But the stammering didn’t seem like it was from hesitation or guilt. Tommy’s whole body was trembling from excitement and lust. “You want this cock, bitch? You want my load?” Peter asked. “Yes, sir…please…s..ir,” Tommy said. “Sniff my ripe balls,” Peter ordered. Tommy went straight in and buried himself into Tommy’s ball sack. With each deep inhale, Tommy’s body trembled even harder. He was high on the scent of Peter and his manly presence. “Strip,” Peter said. Without hesitation or taking his face away from Peter’s crotch, Tommy unrobed and was completely naked. Tommy has an amazing body. I tell him all the time that his body and face looks just like my favorite porn star, Calvin from Sean Cody. He’s 5’11 and is incredibly toned with nice pecs. His fair skin stood out next to his deep brunette hair. And there he was completely naked sniffing my mortal enemy’s cock with abandon. “Damn, that lil’ fag scored a good one this time,” Peter said. “Get my dick nice and wet, boy.” Tommy looked up and smiled at Peter. He held the base of the cock with his left hand and ran his right hand over Peter’s body. He started licking from the bottom and made his way to the top. Tommy opened as wide as he could to fit the cock in his mouth. It was tight, but Tommy was determined to get it in. After several tries, Tommy finally got in it, but without warning, Peter held Tommy’s head and jammed his cock into Tommy’s throat. Tommy gagged and pulled off Peter’s cock. His eyes were watering and he was gasping for air. Peter laughed. After a few seconds, Tommy went back to Peter’s cock and started sucking. He kept servicing Peter’s cock for another 10 minutes or so when Peter pulled Tommy off. “You ready for me to destroy your hole, boy?” Peter asked. “Yes…please…please…” Tommy said. His trembling returned. “OK, but you need to do one thing first,” Peter said. “Yes…sir…anything,” Tommy said. “Look into my iPhone over there and say that you’re in love with me and you regret ever being with your pathetic boyfriend. Tell him that I’m a better man than he is in every way. That no matter how much he works out, everyone can see that he’s a dumb cuck,” Peter demanded. Without hesitation, Tommy turned to the iPhone that had been recording this entire time and said, “I’m in love with Peter, you dumb fuck. I can’t believe I ever wasted time with you when I could have been with a real man. He has a better cock than you, a better body than you, and he’s going o fuck me better than you ever could. You are a dumb, stupid cuck. I bet you’re going to watch this and jack off to it, you dumb fuck,” Tommy said. Peter laughed. Tommy was completely his and he looked at the camera with the same smug look he had when Andrew was sucking him off. “Hear that, bitch?” Peter said to the camera. “Now get on my cock, bitch,” Peter said to Tommy. “You’re going to ride this cock and work for my load.” Peter leaned back and put his arms behind his head. Tommy straddled Peter. He held Peter’s cock as he slowly descended onto it. He was slow but deliberate. Peter grabbed a small brown bottle of what looked like poppers, unscrewed the top, and held in under Tommy’s nose. “Sniff.” Tommy started inhaling like he did with Peter’s balls. I had never seen Tommy do any type of substance before, but he was sniffing the poppers like a pro. Peter counted down from 15 and told Tommy to keep sniffing. Then he told Tommy to hold it in until he couldn’t and then exhale. Tommy obeyed and when he finally exhaled, his fair skin turned a shade of red. He was high. He started riding Peter’s cock aggressively. Smack smack smack filled the room. After a few minutes, Tommy slowed down. The poppers must have worn off. Tommy slow pace was accompanied by a tender look. He leaned into Peter for a kiss. Peter spat on his face and said, “Fags don’t get affection.” Instead of being hurt, Tommy kept bouncing on Peter’s cock. He started whispering, “I love you. I love you” to Peter. “Louder,” Peter demanded. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Tommy moaned. His voice was trembling. He was in heaven. Without warning, I heard a loud splat. Peter just came in Tommy’s ass and it was so big that it spewed out of Tommy’s ass. Tommy kept riding Peter’s cock. “Feel that warm load inside you boy? My babies swimming inside your pussy. Getting you pregnant with my alpha sperm.” Peter said. “Yes, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” Tommy trembled. Peter then flipped Tommy over and started ramming him. Tommy was screaming in pain, but Peter didn’t stop. He kept pounded Tommy was animal force. Tommy’s screams slowly subsided and he was now moaning. Loudly. After a few minutes, Peter screamed and I heard another splat. Peter had just dropped two loads inside Tommy in the span of 10 minutes. It was incredible. Peter got up, walked to the iPhone, and said, “Have fun jacking off, faggot.” — The recording stopped there. My shirt was soaked in sweat. I looked down at the fresh puddle of cum I just shot. I quickly looked off my shirt to lap up the cum. I then swished it around in my mouth and spit it back onto my hand. I was lost in a haze of lust. So this is how Peter got all my exes. The thought slipped away and I spent the rest of the afternoon jacking my cock.

I'm 100% bottom. I definitely prefer to be topped with just spit as lube. But, sometimes I've just had to ask for lube. I guess it depends on the guy's cock size and girth. On top of a bare cock feeling much better than a covered cock, a raw cock is a lot easier to take with just spit, than with a condom. I found that back in the days when I was insisting on a condom, lube was a must. But, with bb, spit will normally be enough. I normally have to ask for lube from BBC's and guys with mammoth sized dicks. I find with most guys, a bit of spit and the residual water from my douching is adequate.

I appreciate this --- tops don't seem to understand all the trouble we bottoms go through to be clean, at least in my experience. To Yes: I've had a few similar encounters. I feel that it's my responsibility to tell the top about my "less-than-ideal" state for a mutually pleasurable sexual experience. Most of the time, the top insists on fucking me though, and it does get awkward when you start seeing or smelling dirt. I guess what's important is that he was fully informed.

i think the Alpha/beta dynamic is real, but individual and varied, i see it as part of the sexual spectrum. The type of Alpha i'm attracted to is One who is driven by the need/desire to control the sexual creative process. i think there are Men who are driven to inseminate, and i see the expression of insemination as going beyond the actual physical act, especially with humans who are not just physical beings, but emotional and psycological beings. For instance, to me an Alpha can express the inseminating drive by pissing in or on another guy, by penetrating his hole, by penetrating him psychologically and emotionally and inseminating him there. For me the dynamic is about Effector and effected, the adventure is discovering the depths of that and the huge variety of ways it can be accomplished.

I was whoring at the glory hole in SF, three guys were lined up outside and one by one they deposited their loads. The last one I was chasing for over 30 mins but he didn’t seem interested but lo and behold he was fucking my ass raw with his average but raging hard cock in my smooth creamy 2 load hole. He must have been edge by 1/2 dozen guys and was building up his load with the finale in a nice ass. I was ass up to the glory hole and he was going to town on it for 15 minutes. When he was finally ready he blew his loads and I must have been 5 mins of no stop cum spurting into my cunt. I squeezed hard to keep it all in but a huge drop of spunk hit the ground. My hole was loose and wet. Best fuck I had and I often JO to that memory.

I have developed a TOTAL FETISH for getting fucked RAW, using ONLY SPIT as lube. Well, that and pre-cum. I recall back in the days of SAFE SEX (yes I was into that shit) when tricks used to tell me "I'm poz but I don't precum much!", like that was a selling point at least in the 90's. POZ sex freaked me out back then, even with all the rubber nonsense and all. The SALES SPIEL didn't win me over! Instead I clammed up and had no sex at all. I have topped guys before using no lube at all (and no rubbers, in the semi-safe top hypocrisy days) , and barely enough spit... some seemed to be alright with it, like true champs, while others asked for 'the bottle'... ok whatever! Fast forward to NOW, having fully converted to accept random raw cock, this time FULLY SUBMITTING to bottoming... no shame, no hesitation, no fear! The guy might be 'possibly-poz,' confirmed-poz or of the standard DON'T ASK, WON'T TELL policy players! The TOTAL THRILL-RIDE for me, either way! RAW and without LUBE! Skin-on-skin, with maximum exposure of the DNA from the total stranger! If random, promiscuous trick actually tells me he is poz and states he ONLY DOES BARE and casually TEASES he precums a lot and gets excited about raw-dicking SPIT-LUBED ONLY, DAMN, then it's ON!!! "Yeah baby!" is what I usually hear as a come-back to my spelling out THE TERMS of my anal copulation! It's almost a let-down when a guy starts to fumble around for lube and starts pre-jacking with it. Ideally I avoid all that as I want to get the guy into a state of total 'sluttiness' anxious to breed right off the bat with a raging boner from 'dirty talk' about 'keeping his seed to full absorption' or whatever. My mind has fully developed a fetish about letting a rugged, thick-skinned, almost leathery cock of a rugged, promiscuous FUCK rut me raw... good luck, trying to wear me out... hasn't happened since the days I became a total barebacker. I love the real prospect of me being 'at a disadvantage with my tender man-hole vs the rugged he-man tool'. I agree with some of you who seem to observe an almost spontaneous 'self-lubrication' of your willing cunt-hole, almost as if your true nature of a cum-dumpster is coming through... I'd be damned if I'd ever be one of those lazy bottoms, laying there like a 'female victim' whimpering about her aching, violated pussy and be the one begging for lube! "Hell no to that, you nasty fuck (stud-muffin)! Rut yourself silly until your eyes roll back in your head!" Oh and besides...those fucking lubes all taste nasty one way or other. I rather like eating another dude hole or dick after an orgy breeding, all 'skin-on-skin' - tasting the 'vital masculine essences' of dudes and not of 'commercial products'...

This is a valid point. The Covid-19 pandemic is no joke. In all likelihood, everyone on this forum will have some sort of personal loss associated with it. But this point is also valid. I cannot explain why this story offended me terribly despite the fact that I have jacked off to pozzing stories pretty much constantly for the last decade. It's something we all should think about a little. To that end, I think a discussion about this would be a positive thing. This thread will run as long as the discussion stays civil.

THis has been a HUGE fantasy for me for a long time... a while back a guy pissed in me at Club Philly without asking... it was AMAZING!

Yes, diet. Fiber, the more from a food source of whole food plant based, the better. Fiber creates bulk that feeds the colon micro biome, but is not absorbed by our body, thereby filling the space and brushing it clean as it passes. Animal protein and fat has no fiber and little to no bulk, it makes things much messier and hard to clean up.

Lol-that’s pretty funny !!!

Not sure of your age? But, your pic looks like you're fairly young. I never had this issue in my younger days. In fact, back in my youth, I don't remember anyone douching. And it didn't seem to be an issue at all. But, as an older bottom it's sadly happened a few times. It sounds like this guy took a great deal of time to douche. Sadly, as we age, there are unfortunately times that it's not going to clean and have to give up. It's disappointing and frustrating, but I have to know that I'm completely clean before I bottom. Both for the top's sake, but I like to do ass to mouth. Having the top move his cock from my mouth to ass to mouth to ass and on and on is a huge turn-on. Healthwise, it's just not wise to suck on a dirty dick. So, on those thankfully rare occasions when I just have not been able to get fully clean, I've cancelled and/or rescheduled. All but one top have been totally understanding and we've rescheduled. One guy thought I was just flaking out. He sent back a few nasty replies. He wasn't one of my regulars. When he emailed me another time and wanted to fuck, I just ignored him. I had no interest in having such a jerk top me.

Having had such a good time at The Club Fort Lauderdale the previous week, I debated returning for ½ priced night again. I've always had bad luck returning to the scene of my most recent whoring when I am on a trip, and as a long term vacation whore. That was what was in the back of my head the whole time. But I decided that the number of folks there on a Tuesday, I could at least swallow a few more loads. Decision made, and when my day off came I set off. This time I arrived to be in line at 345pm or sox having learned from my mistakes. I also arrived fully prepped and cleaned out in case the action started just as fast. I was quite a bit further up in line, but I still figured that I would have a good time nonetheless and swallow a few loads. Boy was I wrong. Once I got settled into my room I noticed that I recognized a few of the guys from the last week. Some who had let me suck them. Some who hadn't. Even then I also noticed that I was a familiar face, walking around as a black man in a Bathhouse or sex club there is an assumption that I am a Top and you have a BBC that you will give to almost every willing, fit or twink bottom. I had less hands pawing at my jockstrapped cover crotch and more hands on my ample cub ass. WooHoo! So once I started the night never ended until I walked out the door. I spent time on my knees in the darkroom, which for someone who had osteoarthritis is a very piggy move. But any cock that came towards my face went into my mouth. It was early so I had a few who let me tease them but no one really blew early on. After a while I went to my room and a guy came in to let me suck him some more, and after A while of teasing his HARD cock I asked him to fuck me. He obliged. And pounded away until his stroke became more erratic and steady and before I knew it he was loading me up. During the entire experience which was too short for my underused hole to accept I had left the door open and a crowd had formed and one of the guys who I had been sucking on in the dark room swapped places with him and followed suit. He closed the door not wanting a crowd and cancelling my exhibitionist nature of my kinky side. But he treated my hole well, however he just arrived and didn't want to come yet. But promised he'd give me his load when he was ready. I always hate that, since we arrived on different schedules. So my departure is scheduled for a different time. All in All the night was more whorey for me than the week before, I missed the hot muscled guy who's pumped cock made me come just with it in my mouth. He fucked a few guys with it the week before but having had fewer cocks in my ass his humongous cock wasn't going to fit well up there. This week with all the action it saw I was stretched enough that I would have given it up and not had that feeling of being ripped up. Still didn't get multiple loads in my ass but stayed on pace to swallow 100+ loads while on the road.

Not exactly breeding but hot as fuck. Two guys fucking in the park and joined by a 3rd [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/hot-ass-cross-amp-his-real-life-bf-41753711

Sounded like my breeding from this morning. Hole had at least 10 poz loads blown into it over the course of the night between two tops that both violently fucked and shot loads into it.... and I couldn’t be more pleased. They could not breed it enough. My fuckhole is beautifully destroyed. Photo below with charged spunk on my fuckhole.

Tanner's little ring clenched the base of my ever hardening cock like a vice. It was all I could do to rock him gently back and forth, feeling his ass muscles squeeze, then release, squeeze then release...all the while feeling him shiver in the pain and pleasure of my cock expanding his boundaries. A few more gentle thrusts and his little ring slipped ever so slightly up my shaft. The friction of his unlubed hole was intense, I reached under him, the carpet was moist with his pre cum, a near constant stream of his perfect liquor. He moaned around Jake's cock, his eyes watering as Jake shoved almost half of his length down his throat. He gagged, and as his body rocked his ring slid nearly all the way up my cock, his tight little cunt lips tugging on my thick, veiny meat. He nearly slid completely off as he struggled to swallow Jake. I quickly came to my senses and grabbed his hips, keeping my thick head pulsing just past his sphincter. He moaned in pain. He tried cocking his leg, trying to manoeuvre away from my grasp as he finally began to deal with half of Jake's cock lodged in his throat. "Uh uh, boy" I said, matching his movements perfectly, keeping his redenning cunt stretched around my mushroom head... "He trying to run" Jake laughed, throwing his head back and grunting as Tanner started sucking him more easily again. "Yeah.." I replied, as Tanner's hole fluttered around my cock head. "He's tight as fuck..." I called, grunting. Jake leant forward to get a good view, pressing Tanner into his crotch. "Here" he said, reaching under Tanner, milking his dick till his hand was slick with the boy's pre-jizz. I could hear Tanner moan in pleasure as Jake high fived me with his slicked up hand. I took the hint, smearing what I could on my shaft as Jake leant back into the chair to enjoy Tanner's mouth again. My cock shone with Tanner's essence. I leant down close to his ear, breathing in his smell as he broke a gentle sweat. "Ready whore?" I whispered, "Ready to learn that you don't get to decide when I pull out? Ready to learn to take it like a man?" Jake smirked, keeping Tanner planted on his cock. "His eyes say yes" he said "The Fuck I care!" I yelled shoving my full girth and weight back into the boy. Feeling my head pop into his second hole with the force of my thrust. "Gnnnnnnnnhhhh" he cried, choking again...his back arching away from me. I thrust it back down as Jake shoved his long shaft, balls deep into the boys throat. 'A little pain now' I thought, rotating my cock into Tanner's hot ass. He'd learn who was in charge. If he learnt quick, I'd fuck him like a lover...not a master...but he had to learn...

I turned my attention to my playkit, extracting everything I would need to complete Tanner's conversion from negboy to cumdump: pipe, Tina, points. I also took the opportunity of turning the thermostat way up - no point leaving anything to chance. I was only out of the living room for a few minutes but, on my return, Tanner had definitely 'changed'. He seemed totally calm, greeting me like I was long-lost friend and happy to see I'd grabbed more of the alco-pop which he was contently sipping on now that the taste of G had gone. I stood, shirtless, before Jake, pouring him another glass of drink and flexing my back at Tanner, bending over slightly so he got a good view of my thick, muscled daddy-butt. Jake smiled at me, licking his lips. Jake looked about ready to suck me off himself, forgetting our main goal entirely. "Not yet boy" I murmured authoritatively. I stepped back over to Tanner, filling his glass with more pink liquid and mussing his hair. This time he didn't even seem to mind the gesture and I gently pushed my luck, running my hand down the small of his neck and shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut and Jake winked at me. "Hey dude" Jake said, "you don't mind if I toke a bit of weed right?" he said, pipe and cannabis in hand? "No way man" Tanner smiled back, a little dazed, "It's totally cool dude - you got enough for all of us?" He asked, hopefully, licking his stoner-surfer lips. He suddenly turned to me: "Ah, sorry man...you don't mind do you? I mean, it's cool if you do, I just..." "Of course not boys...I was thinking the same myself" I said, removing my pipe and packing it with Tina. Tanner watched, entranced as Jake took a good, long toke of weed and blew the thick, acrid smoke into the room. As the smoke descended around Tanner and I, I met his eyes - full of innocence and naivety with more than a hint of growing darkness. "Join in bro" Jake said, as I offered Tanner my pipe "What is it?" He asked, licking his lips, and taking the pipe in his hands. "Real fucking good is what it is" Jake laughed, another stream of smoke emanating from his mouth. Tanner seemed reassured that Jake was smoking too and lifted the pipe to his lips...we watched in anticipation of his transformation. A seasoned stoner for sure, Tanner got the pipe going with hardly any effort or instruction: "Careful" I said as smoke escaped the pipe, wrap your boy-mouth about it like your sucking it and breathe" I said "good, that's it...in and out, in and out". Jake couldn't help but laugh under his breath as the final hurdle to Tanner's corruption vanished in the heat of that pipe. He nearly coughed but, managed to catch himself as I rubbed his back: he kept the smoke in him for a good while before exhaling a thick, white cloud of smoke through his mouth and nostrils like a proper whore. "whoah" he said "Again" I said, pushing the pipe back to his lips and lighting it for him. He sucked again, taking that life-changing smoke deep into his tight body, forcing out all remnants of fear or nervousness. "That's good" he said, exhaling again. "Again!" I ordered, once more forcing him to take another hit before letting him sink back into the couch in a cloud of thick smoke. I re-packed the pipe as Jake peeled off his top; all the while watched by Tanner. A bead of sweat rolled down Jake's neck and over the taught flesh of his tan pecs. I took a hit of the pipe and, as Tanner watched his friend stretch, covered his mouth with mine and blew the contents of my lungs into him.. "shotgun" he whimpered as I withdrew, whisps of smoke curling out the side of his lips. "Shotgun" I responded, taking one more hit and, this time full-on kissing Tanner. We rolled the smoke back and forth for a bit as my tongue conquered him, forced him to accept his role for the night, hot little bottom-bitch desperate for cock and cum - breaking whatever remained of his negboy will. The thermostat was doing it's job, the room was a warm, heady mix of cannabis, Tina and sexual heat. I'd laid Tanner out on the couch as I continued to kiss him - across from us, Jake stroked his growing meat through the khaki of his shorts as beads of sweat rolled down his body. Tanner was as good as mine and I needed to reinforce his role for the night - test his new-found, chemical confidence. I pulled him to my chest and peeled off his top revealing that perfect jock-body, ripples of muscle, tight, sun-kissed skin and perfect nipples. A light trail of fur leading to his warm crotch. I unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, leaving only the white briefs he wore constraining his growing dick. Jake had read my mind and was already naked, stroking his long shaft on the seat opposite, totally relaxed and in pig-heaven. "Wanna suck some cock baby boy?" I whispered to Tanner, kissing him swiftly, forcing my tool against his abs. He moaned, breathing into our kiss "Good boy" I said. With that, I thrust him towards Jake. His jeans caused him to fall, head first in front of Jake's beautiful, 10 inch cock. He looked excitedly at his friend, at his round cock-head with a droplet of pre-cum on the tip and wasted no-time going down on him, taking his friend's cock into his boy-mouth. I finished undressing the boy as he sucked Jake, pulling off those helpful jeans and freeing the boy's nice, veiny cock from his pants, throwing them to a corner of the room - he wouldn't be needing those for a long, long time. Tanner was now, completely undressed, and Jake and I got different views of that perfect mass of atheltic muscle underneath that tan skin, pulsing with each slurp of Jake's dick, smothered in a thin layer of boy-sweat, Tanner tried to take more than few inches of Jake into his mouth but, couldn't. Taking a sip of his drink, Jake grabbed Tanner's head and pushed a good four inches of his cock down his friend's throat, pinning him to his crotch with a strong grip. "Nice" I thought: the clean-cut Jake I once knew was totally gone, replaced by a burgeoning dom-top with a lethal prize brewing in his balls. Tanner's body bucked against Jake's assault, forcing his ass into the air as he struggled to breathe - as he bucked, he pushed his hole out to me and, I couldn't resist - I dove straight in, licking his perfect boy-cunt Tanner's perfect hole, preparing another dose of T for the boys aching hole. Tanner moaned as Jake pushed more cock into his throat. His hole pulsed again and I removed my tongue, immediately ramming my T'd up finger into that boy-cunt roughly pushing past his outer ring and into that velvet chute of his. He tried to pull off my finger but Jake's grip was tightvand Tanner stayed put as I massaged the cystal into his blood stream. As the crystal melted in the warmth of his hole, I felt him relax and the familiar wave of electric heat vibrate through him as I continued to explore his bowels. "Good boy" I said, pushing down on the small of his back to give my finger more leverage. "Good fucking boy" "Just sit on my finger...that's it, good boy, really suck it in"