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As Mike sat in the back of the car blind folded, his cock hard and leaking precum into his boxer briefs. He reflected back to where his desire for another mans cock all started. Remembering at the age of 14 with his best friend on a camping trip, showing each other their cocks. His buddy kneeling in front of him and taking him into his mouth and giving him his first blow job. Being so turned on that he wanted to know what it felt like to give one too. Returning the favor he took his best buds cock into his mouth and got his first taste of cock and the musky taste of his first precum. His first time getting fucked (total disaster). To meeting Bill, who would teach him how to take cock and only bare cock. After training his hole for cock, giving him his first load of cum. Mike was completely hooked after feeling Bills load inside of him. It was also Bill that encouraged him to start letting other men fuck him, telling mike that he was made for taking cock, and he should share his ass with other men. But to always remember. Bare only and no wasted loads. This of course led to taking anon loads over the years. All the different hotel rooms, bed rooms, parks, and book stores. Mike never contracted anything. He knew that he would eventually be pozzed with all the anon loads he took, but he always had the desire deep down that when it happened, he wanted to know when, where, and who it happened with. He knew that once he opened his hole to a cock he was giving himself over to the top and to his desires and needs. So when it came to when he was going to be converted, he wanted to have that little bit of control. The area that Mike lived in was very conservative. Plenty of guys liked to fuck and suck. But anyone that was poz was also on meds. So if he wanted a viral load he would have to travel for it. Such was life he thought laughing. One night her was on BZ reading the “Your last load” posts and stroking a little when he jumped into the Bug Chasing section. Even Knowing there wouldn’t be any grifters in his area, he looked anyway. He was looking through the posts when one in particular caught his eye. “Insemination Service Available”. Intrigued, he clicked on it.

Part 14 - The Opposite Direction Mark stirred feeling the warmth of the sun moving across his body, opening his eyes he turned and saw a peacefully sleeping Luca beside him. His dreams and love had become a reality he always hoped from the first day he clapped eyes on Luca in their dorm. It was being here in Tuscany with no interruptions from what was his world in Manchester and how full on and manic living in a city was, the pace of life here so energising in way he had never known before. A content happy look on his face staring up at the ceiling the days were simply floating by and already in to Mark's second week. Luca woke and quietly watched the happy look on Mark's face "Can you stay longer?" he asked quietly. Mark turned his head to face Luca "What here?" he asked sounding a little surprised. "Yes" Luca said stroking Mark's body "This guy Oliver arrives in a few days, my parents invited him". "Oh" Mark said pinching Luca lightly "and who is Oliver?". Luca rolled on to his stomach "A guy off the ship who fancies me" he said. Mark kissed Luca's back "Well he can't have you" he said running his tongue along his back "you are mine". "Good" Luca sighed his back tingling "please stay on" he now almost pleaded with Mark. "Okay" Mark replied shifting his body until he laid on top of Luca "I could live here I love it so much". Luca raised his head and turning it slightly about to speak only to be met by Mark's lips rubbing against his until they parted and kissed. The longer they kissed the harder Mark ground his hips against Luca's ass, he could feel the excitement and arousal between Mark's legs rubbing against his ass. He knew what was coming and bit down hard on the pillow under him feeling his cock working towards his hole. Mark kissed the back of Luca's neck and pushed down gently feeling the resistance and tightness of Luca's ass, his precum moistening the lips allowing the head of his cock to prise open his lover. He could feel Luca tense up and moan in to the pillow before relaxing, taking his time slowly easing his cock inside. Luca wriggled his hand finding Mark's thigh he stroked it lightly and running his fingers along the buttocks, getting excited every time he felt the muscles tighten and push down a little more. The long slow journey being explored between them until Luca raised his head feeling the pubic hair against his hole. He felt no pain just a lust and desire to be one with Mark, locked together in a deep sexual plateau. Mark rested on top of Luca kissing him delicately on the mouth their eyes locked on to each other in a display of true love and affection. His hips slowly and reassuringly moving in deep caressing strokes, he was in no rush and wanted Luca to enjoy every moment. The eyes looking back at him so seductively and full of desire like they were sealing their love once and for all. Their hot bodies riding against each other, the pants and sensual moans softened in the still morning air. Without even needing to speed up or hit home harder Mark naturally pushed his hips up against Luca's ass. Luca kissed him quickly, their lips touching he let out a moan and kissed Luca deep releasing the love from his balls into Luca's body in quick pulsing successions. Luca half closed his eyes moaning quietly and feeling the orgasm from Mark's cock. Their kiss lasting longer than ever and Mark wrapped his arms under Luca's body holding him. Luca rolled Mark over on to his side and grabbing Mark's hand and guiding it to his cock. Mark ground his semi hard cock in Luca's ass and gently rubbed Luca's cock several times before he orgasmed shooting a hefty load that mostly landed on Luca's chest and shoulders. "You made a bit of mess Luca" Mark said kissing his neck. Luca continued stroking Mark's leg "I don't care" he replied "that was amazing" he chuckled. "Does this Oliver make love to you like this?" Mark asked out of nowhere surprising Luca. Luca slapped Mark's leg "We have never slept together, he is pretty hot though" he said jokingly. "Maybe we should show him a good time in Tuscany then" Mark suggested and Luca stopped stroking his leg. "You mean have an open type relationship?" Luca asked turning his head to Mark. Mark smiled "Not completely, just on occasion we have a third or fourth" he said seeing Luca nodding. "Never apart only together?" Luca asked and Mark nodded "I like that idea". Eventually disentangling themselves they showered and went down for breakfast acting a little sheepishly not to arouse any suspicion from Luca's parents. Luca and Mark went to the orchard to pick fresh apricots giggling and exchanging looks. Sarah watched from the terrace and turned to Gio "They seem happy" she said walking back to the table. Gio looked up at her "It is crazy that they lived together so long and afraid to show their emotions". "I thought that Oliver was a good match for Luca" Sarah said sitting down and pouring a coffee. Gio chuckled "I know but Luca's heart is with Marco" he stopped himself "I mean Mark". Sarah laughed "That is the first time you have ever called him Marco, you look on him as family already?". "Yes, he has been in our lives for some time" Gio replied looking at his phone. "Nonni?" Sarah asked seeing a surprised look on Gio's face. He nodded "Yes, they want to come to dinner Saturday" Gio said "Luca and Marco as well". Sarah poured him a coffee "They like Mark a lot, somehow I don't think they would have approved of Oliver". "Who wouldn't approve of Oliver?" Luca asked approaching and hearing the last part of the conversation. Gio looked up "Nonni" he said beckoning the boys to sit "they are coming to dinner Friday". "Marzi" Sarah called out "you both are expected as well" she told Luca and Mark. Gio held the coffee pot "Cafe Marco?" he asked without even realising he called him Marco. Mark simply answered without making a fuss "Si per favore". Sarah and Luca both watched on at Mark who seemed to naturally slip in to Italian if he knew the words, he even didn't seem to notice Luca's father calling him Marco. The rest of the week was spent walking around the countryside and sitting by the pool, Luca teaching Mark Italian phrases. Luca also begun calling him Marco then usually ended up kissing him, they would walk hand in hand together through the orchard picking apricots that were in abundance. They talked at length about Mark's exploits at college and students they both knew that he had bedded, Luca would look on shocked when he named guys who acted very straight on the outside never suspecting any of them. When Mark began rearranging his flight Gio suggested he stay on until they all went back to the UK. They could clearly see the bond of love between their son and Mark, making it very apparent they approved now he spent every night in Luca's room. Marzi had even moved Mark's belongings to Luca's room after bringing the subject up much to Luca's embarrassment at breakfast. Saturday came around and the boys walked in to the village to pick up some supplies for dinner that evening, armed with Marzi's shopping list they collected everything on the list they sat at one of the cafe's in the village square for coffee. Mark smiled at Luca and took his sunglasses off watching the parade of villagers coming up to say hello to Luca. Many of whom kissed him talking loudly and excited seeing him again, many of them introduced to Mark as a friend. They simple way he introduced Mark fooled noone and they could clearly see there was more than just a friendship here. "What are you smiling at?" Luca asked putting his cup down. "You" Mark replied "they seem to love you very much in the village" he said. Luca sat back chuckling "They have seen me grow up year after year every summer". Mark studied him for a moment "Why do you not live here?" he asked suddenly surprising Luca with his question. "Maybe one day when the time is right" Luca replied "come on we better get back" he said standing up. The table was laid exquisitely for dinner when Luca and Mark appeared just before the grandparents arrived. The time went by so quickly with Mark trying to keep up with a lot of the conversation but floundered quickly unable to make sense of what was going on, he caught the words graduation and his grandparents waving their arms around at the expansive scenery. By the time his grandparents stood to leave they spoke to Luca and kissed him several times before saying good by to everyone else. Sarah took hold to Mark and sat him down at the table pouring themselves a glass of wine. "Hectic" Sarah said handing Mark his glass "I can hardly keep up when they talk so quickly". "Thanks" Mark replied "I gave up after 10 minutes" he laughed "It seemed to get intense at one point". Sarah nodded "Yes, they were going on about the winery and wanting Gio and Luca to take it over". "Oh" Mark said "I wonder if that is what Luca meant earlier" he rambled on to a confused looking Sarah. After explaining Sarah looked seriously at Mark "They want Luca to start learning and moving here soon". Mark looked over towards Luca "Somehow I don't think that is what you want for him though" he said. Sarah chuckled "No, I thought Luca would be a corporate world person" she said "but family first". Mark looked at her "Won't leave much room for me then" he said with a sadness on his face. "What do you mean?" Sarah put her glass down "is it serious with you both?" she asked. Mark shrugged his shoulders "I hope so" he said quietly "but making it work if he moves here...". "If your serious Mark you make it work" Sarah said topping his glass up "you might like living here". Mark smiled "Yeah it would certainly be different just the two of us" he said sitting back in his chair. Sarah laughed "You will become part of the family, trust me you won't be alone" she said "there is a BBQ tomorrow at nonni's house we are going to". It was something Mark never thought about, Luca being faced with a life changing decision that also had ramifications on them both. When Luca and Gio joined them at the table Luca was clearly conflicted about the offer from his grandparents. The offer was to good for Luca to turn down and he spoke to Mark about it in more depth, the last thing he wanted now was to loose Mark. Luca looked at Mark lovingly "I guess the question I need to know is if you would move here?". Mark sat there in silence before he spoke "I want to be with you Luca". "But..." Luca prompted knowing there was more to his answer and waited. "What will I do here, I don't know enough Italian to work or study?" Mark replied looking concerned. Luca smiled "My grandparents expect you to be here and run it with us" he said watching Mark. "We are off for a walk leave you boys to talk it through" Gio said standing up and walking off with Sarah. Mark looked back at Luc "Do you though?" he asked "it is a big step asking me to live here with you?". Luca leaned over and kissed Mark "Of course I do, you are who I have always wanted Marco". Mark smiled "Good, then I will" he replied "my family won't be happy me giving up university". Luca nodded "Finish your course and come over during the breaks it is only one more year" he suggested. "Okay, if I miss you I am going to jack it all in" Mark replied "Did you hear from this Oliver?" he asked. Luca chuckled "Yes, he still thinks he can win me over" he said "but I don't love him". Returning to their room and a little light headed from all the wine they collapsed naked on the bed. Luca kissed Mark softly on his lips, neck and chest then rolled Mark over on to his stomach. Mark giggled as Luca kissed across his shoulders and raised his head 'Slowly I am not use to being bottom' he quietly said moaning from the soft nips Luca made working down Mark's back. He could feel the sexual urge in Luca's body biting his ass cheeks and slipping his tongue between the cheeks, Mark let out a soft long moan enjoying the sensation of Luca's tongue. Luca drew his tongue along the lower back moving up towards Mark's neck and moving his body until he laid on top poised. He inched his cock up to the hole feeling the tightness and resistance, Mark wriggled underneath and moaned in to the pillow feeling his hole prising open slowly by the relentless force held in Luca's cock pushing down and deeper. Luca gasped and moaned suddenly feeling the resistance give way allowing his cock to penetrate deeper. Mark winced from the sharp pain and raised his head, Luca slipped his arm around Mark's neck kissing his cheek until he found the moist soft lips of his mouth. Their bodies joined together Luca slowly began moving his hips with gentle motion his breathing was heavy trying to control his body from climaxing too quickly. They kissed again allowing their eyes to lock on to each other 'I love you Luca' Mark softly said, Luca kissed him tenderly 'I love you Mark, always have done' he replied. Their hands entwining holding each other, Luca heard the soft pleasurable moans from Mark. Luca saw Mark in a completely different light, the dominating top was playing a submissive lover and he liked seeing this tender side of him. His hips picking up speed and the strokes remained so gentle, Mark felt every stroke that caressed the inside of his ass giving him incredible pleasure. Locked together for nearly an hour, their bodies sweating from the humidity of the Tuscan night. The occasional warm breeze wafting through the open windows Luca moaned and held his hips still, his cock deep in Mark he began to feel the orgasm flowing from his balls to his cock. He tightened his hands around Mark's, panting and breathing heavily his orgasm seemed to take his breath away. Mark pushed his ass up taking Luca's cock deeper feeling his lover reaching climax, the pulsing from Luca's cock reverberating inside his ass causing him to moan and wriggle rubbing his own cock against the sheet underneath him. Luca kissed his neck and slowly pulled his cock out collapsing in his back, Mark rolled on to his back and grabbed Luca's hand guiding it to his cock. Luca stroked it gently then leaned over slipping his mouth sensually around the head. Mark grabbed Luca's head and pushed him down deeper until he felt his orgasm rising. Removing his hand from Luca's head his mouth remained around the shaft and continued working until his hips began to buck. He looked down 'Luca' he said throwing his head back releasing his load in to Luca's mouth. Mark couldn't help giggling noticing Luca moving towards his mouth knowing he was going to get a very cummy kiss and Luca didn't disappoint. His lips and tongue salty and laden with his cum, wrapping his arms around Luca and rolling him on to his back he now resumed control of being on top where Mark liked to be. Their passion and love exhibiting itself through their continuous kissing until they both eventually fell asleep just after 4am. Awake Mark laid in bed and sent a long text to his parents explaining things as best he could, it resulted in a phone call and very heated exchange. Relenting that he would finish his course no matter what, Luca said he would come back to the UK during term time at weekends to see him. Striking a balance his parents eventually agreed when they found out it would mean cheap holidays to Italy during the year. Oliver was due to arrive the following day on Sunday, but today the four of them headed off in the afternoon to Luca's grandparents for a BBQ. When Gio told him it was a family gathering mostly to meet Mark he almost freaked out, especially when he saw the number of adults and kids around the pool terrace. Introduced to everyone as Mark the entire family insisted on calling him Marco. Luca's grandparents clearly happy that he had agreed to move here with Luca, the rest of the family all sat down listening to Mark explain how Luca and he had met and secretly hid their feelings all the time they shared a dorm room. Luca took Mark and introduced him to his uncle Nico, he was striking and a younger version of Gio. At 32 Nico was tall dark and handsome and well loved by all his younger cousins, his build was much like Tony's and his arms covered in tattoo sleeves. Apart from the tattoos Nico was perfectly groomed and Mark found himself a little mesmerised and daunted by this striking man. After kissing his parents Nico purposefully strode over to where Luca and Mark stood, his gaze fixed on Mark as he approached. Luca hugged his uncle kissing him on both cheeks briefly exchanging words in Italian that was way to quick for Mark to even grasp. "This is Mark" Luca said introducing him "Mark this is my uncle Nico". Nico studied him for a moment "You are the one Luca speaks so fondly of" he said moving closer. Mark's mouth went dry all of a sudden "Am I?" he replied suddenly thinking how dumb he sounded. Nico chuckled and gave Mark a quick hug "Very nice" he said to Luca "welcome to the family Mark". "Thanks" Mark replied trying to compose himself watching Luca giggle and twitching in his groin. Luca pulled Mark to his side "My uncle won't have sex with me he says it is weird" he said to Mark chuckling. Mark stood with an open mouth "Luca you are way to young" Nico replied laughing "one day after I have him". "I think we have freaked Marco out a little" Luca said putting his finger under Mark's chin. "Marco?" Nico asked then chuckled "oh Gio has already Italianised him". He found it amusing and confusing how the conversation switched so quickly "Have who?" he asked. Nico smiled "Keep up with the conversation Marco" Nico said winking at Mark. Luca laughed "I want to watch if you do" he replied. Mark's attention was drawn to another car pulling up and a blond tall guy stepped out. The muscular build evident immediately from his stature but the blond hair of the tall figure was quite out of place amongst all the Italians here. Straight away Johan was engulfed by all the cousins shouting greetings running over to him, Luca's grandparents kissed him affectionately and escorted the children away. Nico looked over smiled and waved "Marco this is my husband Johan" he said introducing them. "Your husband?" Mark asked astonished then turning to Luca "you never told me you had a gay uncle". Luca laughed and hugged Johan hard then let him go "So you are Marco that nonni has spoken about" he said. Johan gave Mark a hug "They didn't do you justice when describing you" he said laughing. "Hey" Nico said kissing his husband "enough of that, did your parents get off okay?" he asked. "Yes" Johan replied the returning his gaze to Mark "Marco the man who stole my nephews heart?" he winked at Luca. Luca rolled his eyes and Mark chuckled "Your accent is it German?" Mark asked. "No, near though" Johan replied "I am Austrian, Westendorf to be exact". "He is my uncles toy boy" Luca added "well 2 years younger but still a plaything" he said. Johan stepped forward "Here we go again" Nico said as Luca bolted in to the garden followed by Johan. "Is that normal?" Mark asked as Nico put his arm around his shoulder. Nico chuckled "Every time Luca likes winding Johan up" he replied "let's get a drink" Nico suggested. Mark took a sip of wine "Where do you and Johan live?" he asked putting his glass down. "About 20 minutes from Luca's" Nico replied "I hope we will see more of you both now his parents have left". Mark smiled "You know then?" he asked watching Nico nod "I hope I don't disappoint anyone" he nervously said. Nico chuckled "Only if you break up with Luca will you disappoint anyone but more so Luca". Mark looked curiously at him "What do you mean?" he asked picking up his glass of wine. "Luca fell in love with you 3 weeks after you moved in to his dorm room at Uni" Nico replied. Mark smiled "Really" he replied "The first day I saw him he captured my heart, so stunning and nice". Johan returned taking his shirt off "Come on Marco" he said grabbing him "you got to play water polo". The BBQ was in full swing with Mark in the pool with the numerous cousins playing water polo with Johan. Behind him the whole of Luca's family were discreetly giving approval of Mark to Sarah and Gio seeing how he fitted in so effortlessly with the kids, they seemed to like him as much as Johan. Apart from being exhaustive and fun Mark and Luca had such a good time it was way after midnight when they finally all left with Gio and Sarah.

In the age of iPhones and apps, I had completely off cruising in rest areas. I did it throughout my 20s, but then it was replaced with online options and later apps. So when I stopped at a rest area yesterday for a quick pee, I was surprised to find guys cruising in the restroom. Surprised and EXHILARATED. It’s a rest area fairly close to my home, so I have never stopped there before. But I was running errands and, with most places shut down for the pandemic, I didn’t want to rely on chance because I needed to take a whiz fast. The rest area is along 495 outside Boston, so it sees a lot of activity, even with the reduced traffic due to the shutdown. I ran in quickly, the musty smell of a public restroom sheathed in concrete with too little ventilation quickly reminded me of being 20 and discovering this [banned word] cruising ground. There were two older guys hanging out at the urinals. I didn’t think much of it at first, but once I was in position I left the sexual tension in the air, and caught a sidelong glance at my cock from the guy on my right. I took a furtive glance at one, then the other, and saw both were semi hard. A thrill ran through me and I realized I had wandered into a cruising spot. It’s been a month since I’ve had any action, and I got hard right away. My next step may sound odd at first. I finished peeing, zipped out, and darted out of the restroom. I imagine the guys were disappointed I wasn’t a new playmate — or at least not an obvious one, yet. I opened the trunk of my car and pulled out my emergency overnight bag (I keep one in case I decide to crash at a friend’s house after drinking too much). It only took a moment to pull out the small bottles of poppers and lube stowed there. If I was going to get cruised, I was going to be ready for action! I walked back into the restroom, unzipped, and caught the startled guys quickly separating from one another at the urinals. I didn’t waste time stepping up the urinal and starting to stroke. The chubbier of the two silver daddies didn’t waste time either, immediately reaching over to grab my cock. I moaned softly — it’s been a month! He was actually a bit aggressive, but I didn’t care — I can work with aggressive. The other guy was more tentative, slowly stroking to my right as he watched us start. The guy to my left had stepped closer, working both our cocks. I knelt down and started blowing him. He clamped a hand on the back of my head and started pumping. I was totally caught up in the scene, blowing this guy at the toilets, the musty smell of his balls mixed with the stagnant restroom air, and the risk we were out in the open. “Come with me,” he said, pulling my shoulder. I stood up and we walked back to the last stall, which happened to be handicapped. I dropped trowe, both of us standing together stroking. I look around the larger stall, disappointed by the metal dividers. I remembered my 20-year-old self discovering the allure of gloryholes roughly cut in the old fiber dividers, and sucking anonymous cocks that peeked through looking for satisfaction. That little bit of nostalgia was helping feed my excitement now, and I reached out to take the chubby daddy’s hand and guided it to my ass. He didn’t waste a second. He aggressively handled my ass, separating the cheeks to find my hole and roughly finger it. His eyes got a bit wild as he looked at me and confirmed what was being offered. I pulled out poppers and took the first hit with one hand while pressing the bottle of lube into his hand with the other. He popped the top open and began lubing my hole. The intoxicating rush of poppers washed over me as I stepped one leg out of my jeans, finding a more relaxed position to have him begin working my ass. I was generous with the lube on his cock, making sure it was totally slick. He stepped behind me and I bent forward, taking a second hit of poppers. He pushed against my hole. It was an aggressive push. He wasn’t graceful, but was a man on a mission. I’m sure I winced and gasped at first, but he didn’t give me a chance to do anything about it. His cock just forced my hole open and he roughly grabbed my hips. He just banged away at my ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. It was easy to find his rhythm, and I matched it by pushing back onto his cock when he thrust forward. There was some quiet smacking of skin on skin while he raw fucked me. Otherwise we were quiet, knowing anyone could walk into the restroom and interrupt us. We both knew time was short, and he wasn’t going to waste this chance. I was caught up in the thrill of a sleazy rest area fuck, buzzed on poppers with a stranger’s cock pounding me. He started to get more intense, and I knew what was coming. He grunted quietly, the rhythmic pounding now becoming long, deep, deliberate thrusts — he held each thrust inside me a moment before delivering another one as he pushed his load further up and in. He never asked or said a word; he just used my hole as his dumping ground. After how aggressive he’d been, I was surprised he decided to linger in my hole a few moments after breeding me. He seemed to be relishing the warm, tight space he’d just violated. Then I felt his cock slide out of me, and I started to stand up. ”You’re not done yet” I felt a hand push me back into the bent over position. The other daddy was still there — I had kind of forgotten about him. He lined his cock up with my hole and entered more slowly than the first guy had. I gasped a bit and quickly fumbled for my poppers and a strong hit. This cock was much thicker and penetrated deeper. “I’m already close,” he whispered. I couldn’t hold in the grunts as this guy fucked me. He had more style than the first, appreciating how good his own cock felt inside a tight ass. In the moment, I didn’t care we were in a public space. “Oh my fuck!” I said, feeling that hot cock use me. He seemed to be panting, and it wasn’t long before he unleashed his load, cum spraying inside me. “Oh fuck. Breed me~” He added his load, pushing it in deep and making sure he got everything from me that he wanted before pulling out. He tapped my ass, zipped up his lubed cock, and walked out of the stall. The first guy was also gone. I pulled my jeans back on, washed my hands, and headed out. In my head I was still reeling from the hot experience. Bred by two anon daddy’s in the rest area. Yes, I’m going back today.

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Yes, I too share this concern. I fear saunas and cruise bars/sex clubs will be unfairly treated as we slowly come out of lockdown. Why unfairly? Because as far as COVID-19 is concerned, I don’t see them as any greater risk to public health than busy bars or crowded nightclubs. Yet you can almost guarantee these businesses will be allowed to get back to normal sooner. Yet again, sex will be demonized, and gay sex in particular. Even on this site, there seems to be a growing attitude that the problem here is sex and fucking, rather than just close human contact. We have to remember that this disease didn’t start in the bathhouses or cruise clubs dotted round the world- in fact, it seems to have been spread far more effectively at venues serving religious services, weddings and funerals, etc. Sometimes I wonder if a certain amount of guilt and self-loathing has crept into the way some of us here are talking about sex at the moment. We should take a step back, and remember this is not the same disease that devastated our community 40 years ago. Sex is not the problem.

As Cody leaned over a metal folding chair, I imagined how many dirty, gay daddies like me would pay money to be in this position. Maybe others will get a turn at this kid another time. Right now, it’s my time to own this kid, destroy his innocence, and remind him that I hold his dreams and his career in my hands. With Cody leaned over and staring at the floor, I slid one hand inside the back of his tiny white briefs and slid them down to the bottom of his muscular ass. He said nothing, but I thought I heard a slight grunt. I couldn’t help but to snap a couple of photos of this nearly naked country-boy hunk with my phone, using an angle that was sure to show the side of his face with his bare ass on display. That could be valuable down the road. With Cody’s face still faced toward the floor, I pulled a small container of lube from my pocket and greased up my right middle finger – the one with the jagged nail filed into a sharp point for occasions like this. “This might sting a little at first, but you’re going to feel better soon, I promise,” I said. With my left arm across the boy’s muscular back to hold him in place, I wasted no time sliding my finger and its jagged nail against Cody’s virgin neg hole and gently pushed inward. “Holy shit,” Cody mumbled. “Jesus, fuck. What the fuck, man?” Despite his meager vocal protests, he mostly didn’t move, aside from the flinch when my rough fingernail began to scrape the inside of his young, unprotected hole. I reached into my other pocket and brought out a tiny bottle of poppers I had bought just for this occasion. I reached around to Cody’s face with my free hand and ordered him to take a few sniffs from the bottle – he didn’t question me as he inhaled about four whiffs. “Fuck. Fuck. Goddam. Uhhh,” Cody said, his voice trailing off. I could tell that he was flying and under the spell of the poppers. Now was the time to get what I needed. I pulled my finger out of his virgin butt and briefly admired the bright red negative blood that had gathered under my pointed fingernail. Not wasting time, I slid my jeans and underwear down and lubed up my hard poison cock and aimed it toward Cody’s scraped and bloodied hole. My poz precum was already adding a layer of extra lube as I pressed my thick mushroom head into his virgin ass. “Oh my god, fuck, oh my god,” Cody mumbled. “Man, I can’t do this. I’m not gay, no way. Fuck.” Still, he didn’t resist, and aside from another slight flinch, he took my raw cock like the young alpha jock that he is. I don’t think he fully realized what was happening. Within seconds, my toxic dick was all the way inside this 19-year-old country boy god and spurting poison precum into his young unprotected hole with each thrust. “Cody, this is just another level of your training. I know you can handle this. You knew you’d have to make sacrifices,” I said, not sure if he even knew who I was or where he was under the influence of the poppers. “Fuck. But you … you’ll … help me, right?” he said between his low grunts. “I will, Cody. I’m here for you,” I said. “I want what’s best for you. We’re about to change your life.” Under my breath, I whispered, “I’m about to destroy you and give you AIDS, jock boy, but I can’t stop now.” I don’t think he heard me. Maybe he did. As I steadily pumped my dirty cock inside him, I really didn’t care. As he continued to moan quietly with every thrust inside his tight, tanned ass, I leaned down and bit into his smooth neck, determined to leave a mark that would further remind us both of my power and influence over this naïve country bumpkin. After a few seconds of hearing Cody’s heightened moans while I bit into his taut, sweaty flesh, I leaned back and saw that I’d broken the skin and drawn blood. I’m not one to waste an opportunity, so I pulled my cock all the way out of his hole and scooped up the mix of my poison poz precum and the blood from his hole. As I eased my dick back into his muscled body, I smeared my virus into the open wound on his neck, determined that he will leave this locker room with my disease one way or another. (This was a little trick I learned when Daddy pozzed me. When he fucked me, he pulled out a needle and jabbed two of my fingers with it, opening wounds that he immediately covered with his poz precum. Whether that was what got me, we’ll never know.) I knew my time with Cody was limited, and I feared he would come to his senses soon, so I worked quickly to seed his unprotected hole. I built up speed and felt my load brewing fast as I held onto his sweaty, muscled shoulders. “Here you go Cody, this is part of your sacrifice on your way to the big-time,” I said as I felt my thick, dirty jizz begin to shoot into the jock boy’s negative hole. My fingers dug into his firm shoulders as my poison erupted into his bare ass, pumping my killer virus (and Daddy’s) into this young, hunky, healthy straight kid. I’ve seeded a lot of young asses in my poz journey, but the feeling of shooting my deadly toxin into Cody was on a whole new level. It was intense. He moaned a bit but was mostly quiet. “Holy fuck, oh shit. Oh shit. Did you use a condom?” I think Cody was finally realizing what happened. “You have nothing to worry about,” I assured him. “I told you I’ll take care of you.”

As the poppers snaked into my body and Milos took the length of my throbbing cock to the back of his throat I felt Toby’s arm slide further out of my arse then before. I moaned, not from the fear of losing it completely but of how it felt as he pushed the length of it back into my cunt, flexing his forearms in perfect harmony to the fingers in his fist, using his thumb to push against the lining of my anal passage. I also moaned because I knew, even after he’d worked my arse, when he pulled out I’d still be tight. Sure, I’d push my bud out and moan as the boys took turns to kick and chew on it but I knew that their cocks would still feel the warm tightness of my cunt, marvel at how tight it still felt and then feel the urge to fuck it open. If I let them. Milos was mesmerised. His face dropped between my legs. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was licking Toby’s arm as it slid in and out. Tasting the deep liquor of my cunt juices. Savouring it. As I leaned up to take two more huffs, I watched as Michael gripped Toby’s shoulders and twisted him round to egg him in between deep, sloppy kisses. I watched. Incredibly turned on by the intimacy of the scene. Toby in my guts, the deep snogging and Milos licking my shaft, milking the constant stream of precum. Michael pulled away and pushed Toby’s head forward so he could feast on my balls as he continued to push his forearm in and out. Toby greedily sucked each sweaty globe into his mouth, swirling it between his teeth before licking the space under my sack and above my hole. There was concentrated silence as we all focused on the intense feeling that we were experiencing. All except Michael. He was standing back, and as I watched he was slowly jacking his massive tool. It had never looked so big, hard and dripping. His precum so sticky that it was dropping in gobs, which he was collecting in his hand and using to lather his ever hardening cock. As I watched he picked up a bottle of fresh poppers, ripped off the label and took a series of deep huffs. Let’s all admit it - Nothing better than that first hit from a fresh bottle. The heady freshness that makes your cock jumped to attention and spurt precum. The way it makes your balls tighten. The black spots before you eyes. Fucking fantastic. I watched in slow motion as Michael leaned forward to ruffle Toby’s hair. Playfully. Like dad and son. I watched as he stepped in the kiss Toby again gently. Tongues entwined. Like lovers. I watched as he guided Toby’s nose to the fresh poppers and exhorted him to take deep hits. I watched as he guided Toby’s innocent face back to my faces, urging him to lick and suck on then. As I watched, I took deep huffs. As I watched I raised my hips to push my cock deep into Milos’ mouth and to give Toby complete access to the deepest part of my guts. And then I watched as Michael, with the stealth and agility that should have defied his massive, muscular frame, swooped down and ripped his cock into Toby’s unsuspecting, tight and unlubed hole. Before he could react, Michael has pushed his face into balls, stifling his screams and was raping his ginger cunt. Toby was trapped. His arm in my cunt. His cunt was impaled in Michael’s massive, toxic tool. There was nowhere for him to go. Every deep thrust of michael’s cock ricocheted up his body, down his arm, into my guts and up my cock and down Milos’ throat. It was a perfect union. Pounding, forced fucking of cock to arse, arm to cunt, cock to throat in sequence. Toby, pulling away from my sweaty bollocks was literally begging Michael to stop. Michael just redoubled his efforts, slapping Toby’s head hard and pushing him back down. Toby was buckling under the assault. I could feel his fist clenched so hard in my guts, ramming in deeper, delivering that delicious feeling of pain I so craved. How did Michael know this would happen? Or was he just desperate to fuck a cunt hole? I didn’t care. I was lost in the agony and ecstasy of pain and pleasure. The intensity of thinking that at any moment my guts would collapse. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as Michael let out a shout and blew his wad into Toby’s guts. Deeper than ever before. As Toby felt the gush of poison seed explode in his body he gave one final push, hitting my prostate with such force and suddenness that I unexpectedly blew my own was down Milos’ throat. As I continued to spew cum, Toby collapsed between my legs, pulling his arm from my hole. Milos wasted no time and slipped in behind him, burying his face in my hole. Michael, leaning over Toby’s wrecked body, pushed Milos into my mound. Looking at me, he smiled and winked. Cock still hard, he dragged Toby to his feet, kissed him gently, chuckled, lovingly smacked the side of his head and walked him to the shower. Milos pulled himself up my body and lay on top of me. His hairy sweaty weight felt good, our cocks still hard rubbed together gently as he kissed me. My hand dropped to his arse and gently tweaked his hole as our tongues entwined. His hand pulled and rugged on my balls. A distant yell erupted from the bathroom. We chuckled. Michael was clearly hard again and fucking Toby. I got up and pulled Milos by the hand towards the slapping and moaning sounds coming from the bathroom.

Long time reader, first time writer here. About me: I am a 30 year old guy, average build, 6c cock, vers bottom. I have only ever barebacked, no pull outs. I recently got married, but I love to play around on the side. Say what you want and I don't need comments about what's right and wrong. The purpose of this story is to hopefully help get you off. Anyways, it's a huge turn on knowing I take loads without him knowing or his approval. Our sex life is good, but very vanilla. I've tried to do threesomes with him, but it's of no use. So I play around sometimes when I get the chance. Anyways, onto the story: Last week, I got off work and was horny as fuck. I hopped on Grindr to see who was around and got hit up by this hot 40 year old Italian guy who needed his dick sucked really badly. Now, I needed to get home to my husband but I had some time to kill so I went over to this guy's apartment. I walked in and immediately stripped naked. I walked into his living room and found him naked and hard on the couch, so I got down on my knees and put is 7 inch cock in my mouth. He was leaking precum and it tasted so good. I licked the precum off his dick and started to makeout with him. He pinched my nipples and I don't think my dick could've gotten any harder. I love having my nipples played with. Now, after being at work for sometime, I know I probably didn't smell the greatest, but this guy lifts my arms and licks my sweaty pits. Fucking sexy! We continue to makeout, and he sees my wedding ring on my finger. I ask if that's ok, and he says it doesn't matter, and it's a huge turn on to fuck someone's husband. We never mentioned fucking, I was strictly there to blow him, but I am always down to bottom. I tell him that he should send me home with a nice, warm load in my ass, and he tells me to bend over. No condoms mentioned at all, he starts to tease my hole. I feel him spit in my tight hole and he slides his raw dick in. I'm tight as hell, but so turned on that eventually it goes in pretty easily. He starts pumping and we makeout as he takes me from behind. I know neither of us will last long and after 10 pumps into my tight hole he starts moaning and telling me he's going to cum. I tell him to breed my hole and it sends him over the edge. As he's breeding me, I start to cum a huge load onto his bed sheets. When we're done, he stays in me and we makeout some more. Eventually he pulls out, scoops some of my cum off the sheets and tastes it. We make out with my cum for a few minutes and then I get dressed and head for home. We've made plans to hookup after I get off work. I really hope to see him again.

Ch 1. Michael stood outside of the packed club. It was Saturday night and everyone was out partying. The bass could be heard and felt from the sidewalk. He took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and heading inside. Michael was 27 years old. He was 5’11” with a solid athletic build, brown hair, and hazel eyes. He headed up the few steps just inside the door and walked to the bar in the center of the room. He already felt his nerves starting to get the best of him. He ordered a drink and stood as casually as he could by the bar. This was his first night out alone in over two years and Michael could feel how awkward he looked. Several guys around the bar looked at him. Michael felt like they were staring a hole right through him. He pounded his first drink and ordered another one before deciding to head upstairs to the second level of the club. As he climbed the stairs, the music and the bass became louder, more upbeat. He was now on the dance floor. Again he stood casually on the side lines and watched as the mass of guys danced to the beat. He pounded his second drink and headed to the bar on the other side of the dance floor. Michael ordered another drink. His nerves starting to calm down as his first two drinks started to run through him. As he waited, another guy walked up to the bar next to him. The bartender returned with Michael’s drink and then turned to take the guy’s order. Michael picked up his drink and as he turned to leave the bar, he caught a glimpse of the guy next to him. He stood 6’1” with a muscular frame and fire auburn hair. Michael locked eyes with him. He couldn’t help but stand there, frozen, and stare. His chiseled face, and from what Michael could see of his body being exposed by a tight fitting tank top, was covered in freckles. Michael was in awe. “Hey” the guy said to Michael. He couldn’t speak. Michael smiled sheepishly at him and went back to the dance floor. As he stood there he found himself starting to move with the beat. Halfway through his third drink and he was starting to feel looser. He let his mind go and danced in the crowd. Michael quickly came back to reality when he felt someone come up behind him and put their hands around his waist. Michael jumped and looked back as the guy still had his hands around his waist. It was the ginger from the bar. He smiled at Michael. “You’re really attractive.” He said over the roar of the bass. “Thanks. Hardly as attractive as you are” Michael said jokingly. He continued dancing as the guy grinded behind him and moved his hands all over Michael’s body. “My name is Evan.” He finally said in Michael’s ear. He kept one hand around Michael’s waist and moved the other up towards his chest. “Michael” was all he could say in return. They continued dancing for a few more songs. Evan continued to explore Michael’s body. He started to slide his hand in the front of Michael’s jeans. Michael broke free, startled. “I’ll be right back” he turned and said to Evan and walked downstairs. Michael walked out the front door into the warm summer night air and lit up another cigarette. A few moments later Evan came out the door of the club and lit up next to Michael. “Sorry about that.” Evan said after a brief moment of silence. “You’re fine. Just caught me off guard a little. Not quite used to this yet” “What do you mean?” Evan asked “I haven’t been out in the club like this in over two years. I’m a little rusty” Michael laughed “Ah. Fresh out of a relationship?” Evan asked him Michael nodded in response. “Yep. Now I’m just trying to go with the flow. Not entirely ready to jump into another one ya know?” “I hear you. Nows the time to let loose and have some fun.” Evan encouraged Michael smiled and nodded in agreement. There was another brief silence between them. “So can I buy you a drink and feel that body some more on the dance floor?” Evan asked with a smirk. Michael pauses for a moment. He promised himself he wouldn’t be looking to hook up with anyone tonight, but dancing seemed okay. “Sure.” They went back inside and Evan ordered them another round of drinks. They found they’re way back to the dance floor and continued dancing. Michael leaned back against Evan’s muscular body as Evan’s hands moved all over from michael’s chest to his inner thighs. Michael was really started to feel the alcohol at this point. Between that and feeling Evan all over his body started turning him on. The combination of Evan’s cologne and the musk radiating from his underarms was that much more intoxicating for Michael. He felt himself sink deeper back against Evan. Michael turned his head and their eyes met. Evan leaned and locked lips with Michael. Michael was in heaven. He turned to face Evan and they kissed again letting Evan plunge his tongue deeper into his mouth. As they kissed, Evan slid his hands down Michael’s back to his ass and latched on with a firm grip. Michael couldn’t help but follow suit and grab Evan’s growing cock. “I think we should go.” Evan suggested seductively. Michael couldn’t stop feeling Evan’s cock through his jeans. He figured it had to be at least eight inches and it was making him more horny. “Yeah let’s go. My place is only two blocks from here.” Michael said. They had one final kiss and proceeded out of the club.

Dillon was a hot jock who always had a girlfriend. He got hit on all the time and could have any woman he wanted and often did. No one would have guessed that he watched gay porn video's of straight guys getting head from another guy. He would jack off often to these when he was alone and imagined that he was a straight guy giving head. He knew he should really want to be the straight guy wanted to get serviced but something about sucking a big dick turned him on. He vowed he would never do it but that did not stop him from watching videos all the time. He had a few of his favorites that always turned him on. One day while he live in girlfriend was at work he was playing online and searching Doublelist and found some post about guys giving head and he though why the fuck not, put up an ad and see if any hot dick presents itself and he created a post and put it up. He just needed more jack off material is how he rationalized it. The post read like this. Straight Jock wants to orally service another straight cock. Nothing more, just sit back and let me suck and service your road till you blow your load. No small talk, just some great head and I will even swallow your cum. 24 5'11 165 blonde blue eyes and muscled with a hot mouth. He loaded a pic of his body no face, showing off his tight body. Dillon went on to watch some new videos, and an hour later he still had not blown his load. He checked his email and there were more than twenty responses. He started looking through them and most were gross. Old men but he came to one where a muscled guy in he 40's that got his attention and another for a traveling guy who would be coming to the city in a few days and needed head. The local guys sent a pic of his hot boy shirtless in his underwear with his dick rock hard and it read. Hung straight guy,wife is out of town and just need some good head. You must be able to deep throat 9" and lick and suck my balls and eat ass. If you can't do all three do not respond. I agree with no talking, not fucking looking for anything but a regular mouth to service me orally. (Dillon was rock hard after reading this and looking at his pic over and over) The second was Married white guy with a pregnant wife. Dude, I will be in town for two nights and need some relief. My wife and I have not had sex and she is a few weeks from giving birth and I need to get off in the worst way. Liked that you just want to suck dick and unlike hooking up with a chick. Having a straight dude suck me off is not cheating as far as I am concerned. I am 29 a ginger 6'3 200 lbs, all muscle and have 8.5 thick uncut dick. I have sent a pic of my meat to make sure you can handle it. ( even harder after reading this one) Dillon fought the urge to respond but thought, fuck there was nothing wrong to responding. He set up a new email and shot off a response to the Ginger. * Hey, thanks for hitting me up. Fuck that is a hot dick, I would love to suck your big dick and give you lots of pleasure while you are visiting. I can tell from your email you have tons of built up cum and I can help you relieve the pressure and your blue balls. Where in the city is your hotel? Can you host? Dillon was proud of himself and somehow even more turned on. He decided to send a message to the guy was local as his dick was rock hard and dripping. * Hey, thanks for responding. I would definitely like to orally service you and make your build up a huge load to feed me. When are you available and what side of town do you live? Can you host? Dillon notice that the responses kept coming in and there had to be another fifteen in his other email. He went back and of the fifteen there were three he liked. 1) Hung Married guy who works out and cums a lot. Just need your hot mouth on my dick and to suck out a load or two. The picture show a really thick dick on a muscled stomach. Very private and just looking for a hot mouth. I walk in and you are blindfolded and you fish my dick out and suck me till I cum down your throat. 2) BBC need a hot mouth and throat to get off. Must be able to service big dick for a long time and lick my balls. If you start you must finish, no fucking leaving this nigger with blue balls. He sent a pic of his huge dick. 3) In a relationship but totally and sexually frustrated. Have not had sex in weeks and need to unload big time. Can not host but know a Glory hole you can suck me off at. It is private let me know. The pic showed a long not to thick cut dick with black pubs. 26 years old, 6" 180 and worked out. Need a cock sucker for anonymous head. Dillon Answered all three of them but he really wanted the first and third with the third being his favorite of the three. He kept checking but after an hour no one had gotten back to him. He went to grab a bite and he too was sexually frustrated. He had been edging all day and now more then ever he wanted to suck one of these guys dicks. He calmed down after he had a bite and knew it was just hot cyber sex and that was all it was really suppose to be. He walked back to the apartment and wondered if anyone had responded. ....

He pulled up to the parking lot in a BMW convertible. An odd choice to me since he was a self-described gay redneck. He even dressed the part. Dirty work boots, ripped jeans, faded t-shirt and camouflage hat. He walked up and gave me a big hug. To this day I have never met someone that hugs as good as he does. I don't know what it is, but when he hugged me I just felt immediately safe and like there were no problems in the world. We spent most of the afternoon together, and as he was leaving, he got this look in his eyes. I just stood there and he leaned in, without breaking eye contact, and started kissing me. This lasted a minute, then he hugged me and drove off. It was after this I realized I had pre-cum leaking through my shorts. When I got home, I had some texts from him. They were all pictures or videos. Wild ones. Guys in slings with masks on, nipple torture, hoods, double penetration, huge groups of guys fucking. I got another text: "Just so you know what you're getting into with us, LOL". He had explained that day too he was in a poly relationship with a few different guys. After that day, things definitely became more sexual. He was still a good friend, but there was that added spark there. He'd text me all of the things he would do to me, like put my arms and legs in a spreader, give me a gas mask filled with poppers and let random guys come and fuck me. Or tie me down and spend hours just edging me while stretching out my hole. A couple weeks after our first meeting he asked if I would want to have dinner with him at his home. Of course I said yes. I spent the afternoon before driving over making sure everything was trimmed how I like it, and cleaning myself out thoroughly. I wasn't sure if sex would be involved, but like a good former Boy Scout I'm prepared for everything. I was nervous the entire drive over, not for meeting again, but I was starting to contend with the side of me he had awakened: the submissive cum dump that just wanted to please this redneck bear. I got to the door, and he gave me a very long, forceful kiss. His hand drifted down my back and went down my waist band. Discovering my jock strap, he let out a deep growl of approval. We spent some time chatting, he had beer for us. By the third one I was feeling pretty warm. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?", he asked. I suddenly couldn't speak, and let out a small affirmative. He chuckled and took me through the house. "Finally, my bedroom", he said as we reached the end of the hall. It was very tastefully done and contemporary. He started kissing me, almost violently. There was an aggression to him, but I felt completely safe with him. He ordered me to strip, and moved to a painting. Standing in just my jockstrap, he pulled at the painting and it swung out to reveal a deep recess with lube, poppers, a couple masks, and several toys. "Bend over." I felt him rubbing my hole and suddenly his tongue was there. I gasped loudly. He spent ten minutes giving me the best rim job of my life, before putting a lube applicator in my hole and injecting me. He then put in a large plug. "Here, use these, this is going in you one way or another". I took four deep hits of poppers in each nostril (this was actually my first time using them but new the premise). The plug slid in, and he ordered me to sit on the floor against the wall. He stripped, revealing nothing underneath except a black harness, tattoos, and heavy gauge nipple piercings. His cock was at least 8in, cut, with egg sized balls that were framed in a cock ring. He walked up to me and ordered me to open my mouth. Resting his big daddy belly on my forehead, he put his cock in my mouth. He started gently but eventually began skull fucking me. I've never been great at blowjobs, I will admit that. He kept triggering my gag reflex, with the wall behind me there was no where I could go except onto his cock more. My arms kept moving so he got some restraints and tied them behind my back, then gave me poppers. We spent thirty minutes with me against that wall. At one point I nearly had bile in my mouth from gagging so much, but he stopped face fucking me and just held is cock in my mouth, making it clear the only place that it was going was back down my throat. My jaw began to ache. Finally he pulled off and threw me on the bed. He untied my hands, only to put them in restraints hidden on the head board and my legs back with my hole exposed. He put a pillow under me, and then a gas mask over my head. I could see him soak a cotton ball with the poppers, and then place it into the tube of the mask. Within seconds I could feel them hit me. "Time to ruin that pussy." He started working the plug in and out of me, getting more and more aggressive until it was basically falling out. "Tell me what you want". "Fuck me, please." "No tell me what you really want. What daddy to do to your cunt?" I could barely form the thought through the poppers haze, and blurted out, "I want you to wreck my pussy. Fill my cunt with your big dick and daddy cum!!" He removed the plug and slid his cock in, and started fucking me maniacally, his bear belly slapping against me as his balls hit my hole. He bit and pulled at my nipples until they were swollen and red. This went on for about half an hour before I could hear his breathing change, and with sweat pouring off of him, yelled out as he bottomed out and dumped his cum deep within me. That didn't stop him though, he never got soft, and fucked me two more times. He untied me, laid down next to me and stuck his cock back in me while curling me up close to him. .............................................................

Today is the big day!! My PrEP+ (Descovy+Tivicay) shipment just arrived about 20 minutes ago and after reading all of the enclosed material, I took my very first dose 5 minutes ago! I’ve been rock-fucking-hard since I took my dose. It’s been such a long wait since finally pulling the trigger on PrEP and decided to explore my sexuality I’ve repressed for so long. My physician said to wait 7 full days before putting it use, grrr, the excruciating wait continues! I normally try to play as safe as possible and I’m sure luck has played a role so far. Now I need to pin down a top I can be sure is free of the rest of STI’s...

Started taking raw loads at 17 and by the time I was 21 I was Poz.

Absolutely agree. I've never found anywhere like it. I worked in London for a while and used to go to the boots only sessions on a wednesday afternoon. Given it was a week day, most of the guys were older, retired, or unemployed which just added to the sleaziness of it. At the time (in the nineties) there were a lot of safe sex messages and barebacking was really risky. So it was incredible to find a sleaze-pit like the Fort where most guys fucked raw and many of them were poz. The second thing, as rawplug says, was the honesty of the place. You went there, you stripped off, you fucked and were fucked like nature intended and you - probably - ended up poz like me. The other thing was that from the outside, it was just a regular pub on a street corner with shops next door and a bus-stop outside. There was something really exciting about going up to the door and buzzing to be let in, knowing what was going to happen, whilst people in the bus queue had no idea. You paid the entrance fee at the bar and were given a key to some lockers on one wall to the side. Exciting to strip naked in that open bar area then walk up to the bar and order a drink as other naked guys looked on. As rawplug says, there was an entrance to the dark rook beside the bar, with a sling hanging outside it. I've written elsewhere about being gangbanged in the sling. Once I'd taken raw cock and loads in my arse there was no going back. I haunted the place for months on a wednesday afternoon, fucking like an animal until my hole was running wet. The best part was getting dressed and being let out onto the street with underwear wet with leaking cum and strolling off past the shoppers outside!

i need to have a Man inside of me. i need to feel His cock penetrating and fucking me, hear the sounds He makes, hold His cum deep inside after He shoots. i cannot imagine it changing. i'm having a really hard time not taking Men now.

I cheat especially when my bf and i travel. somehow having sex with someone in our bed is a huge turn on for me. my bf loves pound and dump so i always look for someone else's top husband who is into passionate sex. long foreplay and breed my ass. one time, bf came back literally after i just got bred by someone, didnt have time to clean up, he buried his horny cock in my ass, told me i was wet. I lied that i was getting ready, after he added another load in me, lots of cum drip out of slutty hole. he was surprised thinking he shot huge loads in me....hot

I was working in my shop alone on Friday when I got a message on bbrts from a guy looking for a cum dump bottom. He asked if I liked black cock of course my answer was YES! So we exchanged a couple messages and I gave him my address. He showed up in about 20 minutes. I let him in, locked up and we went to the back of the shop, turned out the lights and he took little time to strip naked when he did I looked down and stared at his 9 1/2" BBC I found myself both excited and a little worried because I hadn't taken a monster like that in a while. He ordered me to strip and get on my knees which I quickly did. He then ordered me to suck his Nigga dick ( his words not mine) It wasn't long before he was fucking my face hard calling me names. After what seemed like 15 min of getting face fucked he ordered me up and bent me over the desk, spit on my hole and proceeded to sink his BBC in me Raw. Not gonna lie it hurt a bit and I started pulling away from him of which he was having none of that! He grabbed me by the hips, said get back here bitch and pulled me back till he was balls deep! After a few minutes I was stretched out enough to were the pain went away and I started really enjoying it like the slut I am! I found myself throwing my ass back on him telling him to fuck me hard and make me his bitch! He fucked me for at least 20 min before I heard him start to breath heavy. Now we never discussed each others status so I didn't know if he was Neg or Poz but I got the answer when he grunted and said take my tox load bitch! I threw my ass back and he held me tight and shot a huge load into my guts. He stayed inside me a minute, pulled out and made me lick him clean. He got dressed told me to keep an eye out for his messages because he was coming back for more! He showed himself out while I got dressed. I spent the rest of the day with a smile on my face as I continued to feel his load slowly dripping out of me. Now I have a new strain swimming in me me and I cant wait for him to message me again 😊

breeding and using a cheater is much hotter for me,

Don't feel bad @drscorpio. I gave in as well. Although in my case it was with a buddy who has been in the same situation as me. We both have been staying at home for weeks and only go out for grocery shopping. He's an honest guy so I believe him when he says that. He's also a very sexy guy. A lot younger than me. Big meaty cock and multicummer. Vers top. Before the corona thing we had a sex date once every week. We have been texting for weeks and last night I was too horny and gave in to his hints to get together. It was fucking hot. His mojo is to shoot a first load within minutes and then continue to fuck for a second. Took him a while to get to his second load and I blasted my load all over my bed. We took a long break and chatted about the situation we're going through. Only needed to suck a short while before he was hard again and he went for it again. Felt like he was pumping my hole forever. Had one of the most powerful orgasms I can remember before he dumped his third. We were both pretty exhausted after that. I did feel a bit guilty afterwards but damn I needed that! We will probably see more of each other after this, social distancing or not. But he will be the only one I'm meeting with.

I got a taste and it awoke something inside me that I didn’t know was there. I was crashing at some friends, a gay couple, sleeping between them. I woke up with an arm around my chest holding me still as a hard cock ground up against my ass. Back then I only played safe, and I tried to struggle and say no but he wasn’t having any of it. I begged for him to use a condom and he clamped his hand hard over my mouth to muffle my protests, making soothing sounds and told me to relax and take it. He fucked me slow and deep. Penetrating me in ways I had never been penetrated before. He felt massive inside me as I stared in silent shock at the sleeping face of this partner. I didn’t want to wake him up. I didn’t know what to do but take it. He was stronger and I was unable to struggle and resist. After what felt like hours he flooded my ass with his cum for my first breeding. He relaxed and fell asleep still inside me. Since then I was addicted and kept coming back for more.

I asked Cody about his career, his “real” job outside of wrestling, his dating life. His answers: He wanted to be a full-time wrestler since he was a kid; his real job sucked, and he did it only to pay the bills; and his girlfriend broke up with him about a month earlier, partly because of his wrestling schedule. She hated it. All these answers were just about perfect to me as he sat there leaning back in the metal folding chair, legs partly spread open, arms behind his head, likely unaware that my own cock was hard, leaking, and eager to pump highly charged seed into his tight butt. “Cody, I’ll be honest with you,” I said. “Seems like we both need something, but I think we can help each other. I can get you that tryout you want, and I can put in a good word for you and give you a strong recommendation, but I need something in return.” “Yes sir, of course,” he said. “I’ll do anything.” Cody had always shown proper respect to his elders, always with the “sir,” “ma’am,” “thank you,” and all that. I could tell it was the result of a strict Southern upbringing. I couldn’t imagine what his family would think right now. If they were smart, they’d tell him to run. “Take off your shirt,” I said. He looked confused, but he didn’t say a word as he stood up and lifted off his shirt. Jokingly, he flexed his biceps and nervously laughed. His chest and stomach were tanned, smooth, and more muscular than I’d remembered. Damn, this kid really had been hitting the gym. “Which gear did you bring tonight?” I asked, glancing toward his gym bag on the floor. Wrestlers typically bring a variety of wrestling gear, wrist tape, boots, and shower supplies. Cody walked to his gym bag, unzipped it, and sat it down on the chair in front of me. I began going through to see exactly what I wanted him wearing when I fucked him. Two pair of boots. A variety of wrist tape. Several knee pads and kick pads. Two jock straps, one white and one black. And several pair of spandex wrestling trunks in a variety of colors. And a pair of small, white, thin cotton underwear – most wrestlers wear this extra layer under their gear during a match, because it helps minimize the outline of their cock and balls and adds another layer in cast of a “wardrobe malfunction.” I took the pair of small white underwear and handed to Cody. “Put these on,” I said. He hesitated but didn’t say anything. “You do the favor for me, and I do the favor for you that could make you a star,” I reminded. Without a word, and without even looking me in the eyes, Cody took the white underwear, turned away from me, and slid off his gym shorts and the gray jockstrap he wore underneath. For the first time, I saw his bare ass – tanned from hours in the tanning bed, tight from hours in the gym, and showing the slightest dusting of fuzz. He pulled the thin white material over his ass and fidgeted to adjust his cock and balls in the tight material. A couple of seconds later, he turned around to face me. My dick shot to full attention inside my jeans. Cody was perfection and wearing just about as little as possible: The white material was skin-tight and a little more flimsy and see-through than I’d imagined, and it showed the length of his slight treasure trail that went from his naval to the top of his cock. His pubes, slightly visible through the thinness of the material, were clearly trimmed short, but not shaved. His cock leaned to the left. It looked surprisingly thick and obviously was cut, based on the clear outline of the bulging mushroom head. His balls perfectly accented the overall package for a jock his size and age. “So, you’re just going to take some pics I guess?” he finally asked after several seconds of my gawking. “Cody,” I said as he stood there, nearly nude and vulnerable. “Think about all the sacrifices you’ve made the past few years to try and get where you want to be. All those hours of training, hours in the gym, hours driving to events. This is going to be one of the easiest sacrifices you’ve ever made, and it might be the one that finally gets you on that national stage. “Now bend over for me, boy.”

Dillon went to work, his hole was leaking some after taking two loads and once inside he went to the bathroom and looked at his ass in the mirror to make sure he did not have a wet spot and he sat on the toilet and let the cum out. After the first gush of cum he dribbled cum for a minute and then whipped his ass and it was tender. He licked his finger and slide it in his hole and then brought it to his mouth and tasted the guys cum. He had really wanted to taste cum so bad this morning so he fingered his ass a few more times and tasted that hot masculine mans cum. His dick started to get hard again and he had to jack off thinking about him. When he came it shot almost to the stall door and landed on the floor in huge globs, He quickly whipped it up just as a co-worker came in. Dillon felt relieved , he got to taste cum and he got to cum again. He felt like he get some work done and all. He heard his phone and it was an email. Dillon looked and the guy from the glory hole hit him up to confirm today. Dillon sent back an email yes I will be there, I need to taste your cum! Then Dillon saw an email from the guy from this morning. Boy, your tongue and mouth on my ass was amazing. You have a great pussy too, looking forward to teaching you hot to be a real cock sucker but until then you can eat my hole as much as you want. Dillon did not respond although he was getting hard again. He tried to work on his project but he seemed to only be able to think about sucking some cock tonight and swallowing their loads. he hopped that guy from last week was there too. He turned off his phone and got to work on his project and by 2 PM he had made a dent in it but turned his phone on and the ding of an email so he quickly looked and there was a email from glory hole. He got worried the guy was cancelling but instead the email read. Hey Cock Sucker, instead of stall three go to stall one. It works the same way and once you see me tap my foot pull off the toilet paper dispenser and get on your knees. Confirm you have this and you will have your fag mouth there at 4PM. Dillon sent an email saying Yes! Dillon could not concentrate and tried to work but had to got the bathroom at 2:30 and touch his hole and jack off. He had never really liked his hole being touched, he had a girlfriend in college that went there and he stopped her. Now it was like electric, still sore but it made his dick even harder. Dillon jacked and soon slipped a finger in his hole and shot all over and this time he hit the door of the stall. Dillon cleaned it up and went back to his desk and saw it was almost 3:00. He decided to work another 30 minutes and then head to the building. He arrived at 3:50 and he waited in the car. He tried to listen to music but all he could think about was sucking dick. He played with his dick and then at 3:59 he walked to the door and went in and headed to stall one. He sat down and his dick was hard as a rock, he pulled it from under the fabric and jacked it while he rubbed his hole and then he hard the door. Stall number two opened and a foot tapped, once, twice and then three times. Dillon pulled up the toilet dispenser and a dick pushed through. It was not the guy from the email nor the other guy but someone new. The dick was really big and thick, dark brown and uncut. Dillon got on his knees and started to suck that big brown dick and licked and tongue the foreskin and the guy moaned, Dillon worked more and more and then pushed back the skin and sucked and licked all over the head and tasted all the guys precum. The guy was leaking big time. Then Dillon sucked and tried to take it all, it was so thick and the guy just moaned and said good fag, that is fag boy. Dillon heard the door and stopped sucking for a minute and and tried to see through the crack in the stall. He could not see anyone. Then he heard something move on the other wall of the stall and a dick slide thought. That was the first guy he sucked, He jacked the big brown dick and leaned over and sucked this guys dick while he jacked the big uncut dick. Dillon was in heaven and he would switch back and fourth and then the Dark Dicked guy spoke. Fag, put your ass up to the hole I want to lick it while you suck dick. Dillon had noticed that the hole on this booth was bigger and he wondered if that is why he was told to move her or if it was because he could suck two dick in this one. The big dark uncut dick pilled out out and Dillon put his ass up the thole and spread his checks and felt a wet tongue lick his hole and he moaned. The guy knew how to tongue a hole and soon was eating Dillon's hole making Dillon leak and suck hard on the other guys dick and then the Latin guy, the accent gave it away said really load. This fucking Fag has cum in his ass. Dillon was busy sucking cock but he was totally ashamed and pissed he let that guy cum inside him but his dick was still rock hard and dripping and then the Latin guy dove in and ate him for two more minutes, spit on Dillon's hole three times and then stood up and pressed his dick up against Dillon's wet hole. Dillon knew he should pull away but the dick slide slowly and somewhat painfully inside his still tight little ass and the guy said Baby, your fag pussy is so tight. Relax your little slut pussy so Papi does not cum to fast. The dick on the other side pulled out and slide some poppers in the hole and gave them to Dillon. The guy had a ring on his left ring finger so he was married. Dillon hit the poppers and his hole opened up and the Latin guy said again slut, Dillon did it again and then the guy fucked him hard for ten minutes and shot his load deep in Dillon. The guys said fucking stay right there you dirty whore and take all Papi's cum. The guy slowly slide out after another two minutes of slow fucking and then whipped his dick off and said, thanks fag, and walked out. Dillon had his hole right against the wall when he heard the door again and the guy he was sucking said slut stay right where you are and do not move. Someone entered and then Dillon felt a finger and then two. The guy said good whore pussy, then pressed his dick up against Dillon's hole and slide inside and slowly fucked him while he moaned and after five minutes he shot his load in Dillon. The guy he was sucking told Dillon to stay put while the guy who had just shot in him did not say a work and walked out. The door again and then he hard two guys in the booth, or he thought it was two. He felt a tongue on his hole and the guy eat his cum filled ass and then stood up and slide his big long dick inside Dillon. The guy had to be 9" but not supper thick and he kept hitting Dillon deep and Dillon loved that dick in his wet hole. It was the hottest dick so far inside him as to how it was making him feel deep inside. The guy fucked him for five minutes and pulled out and then he felt another tongue on his hole and this guy ate his hole for a few minutes and got up and slide in. His dick was a bit thicker and not as long but still felt amazing in his hole. They switched off and on like this for another ten to fifteen minutes and the the thicker of the two shot his load deep and then the long amazing dick fucked Dillon for another five minutes and came hard and they both got dressed and left. Stay right there the guy he had been sucking said as he moved to booth two. He just slide right in in one motion and fucked his hole and said nothing but pounded away. Then the door and Dillon watched the hole and this fat 7'5 inch dick presented itself. It was soft and the guy had ginger hair with some gray hair mixed in with his red hair. Dillon knew the guy had to be older but he had yet to taste any cum and he grabbed the soft dick and started to suck on it, The guy was leaking but did not seem to want to get hard but after five minutes of sucking Dillon felt his dick starting to harden and soon it was a this fat beer can dick and Dillon sucked and licked all over it and the guy started to cum and Dillon sucked and swallowed all his load. The guy came a lot and Dillon loved it and while hew as cleaning up the last of the guys cum the first guy he ever was with shot his load deep inside Dillon's ass and then pulled out and zipped up and left and the guy he had just sucked pressed his dick back through and it was now soft again and Dillon sucked it and in no time it was rock hard again and he did not last long and shot another load even bigger then before. The guy pulled his dick away and closed the hole and disappeared without a word. Dillon sat on the toilet ready to jack off but thought maybe someone else would enter but after ten minutes he shot his wad and left with the cums till inside him.

Dillon got back to his apartment and even though he kept telling himself that he was not going to act on any of this, he really wanted them all to want him. Once he got back he checked the first email his regular one and he had five more responses from old men. He deleted them, then he checked his new email and there were two responses. First one - Married guy coming into town with his hotel and times he would be available once he arrived. (Dillon's rock hard but did not respond right away) Second response - Glory hole guy, he gave Dillon an address and a picture of the building where the Glory Hole was located and a time. 4 PM for Dillon to arrive and told him to go into the last stall and tap his foot three times. He also said he would be wearing red converse high tops. So Dillon knew he was tapping the right guy. I will tap back and once I do pull up on the toilet paper dispenser and it will come off the wall and you will see a hole. Stick your finger up and rub it on the base of the hole and I will slowly feed my cock through. I will need to cum twice, so after you swallow my first load keep sucking. I will need a confirmation by 2 PM to make it there by 4 PM. (Dillon looked at his watch and it was 1:45 ) Dillon typed his response and waited but after five minutes he said fuck it and sent it off. He justified, it was anonymous and he could still blow the guy off and change his mind all the way till 3:45 since he was just 15 minutes from the location. His response read: Dillon - Dude, I will be there. I am wearing black kicks and so ready to suck your big dick and swallow your loads. Anonymous guy - Good, be there at 4 PM exactly. Not any earlier, my dick is dripping thinking of your work mouth on my prick. When you arrive come to the side of the building and use the second door. Ignore the signs that say no trespassing. Dillon could not stop touching his dick and had to watch several clips of Glory Hole action and he was really getting turned on. He took a break and responded to the straight guy coming into town. Dillon - Definitely want to service your big dick. love your foreskin and bush. Totally ready to drain you. Your hotel is 10 minutes from my apartment so I can get to you easily, so early morning before work, after work and lunch are the best. Otherwise we can play it by ear and hit me up and see if I can break free from my girl to drain you! Dillon grabbed one of the dildos his girl used often and began to suck it and he gagged some, although he continued and stopped gagging. He grabbed the bigger one he bought her that she never uses and tried it and gagged, He kept working it in his mouth and throat and after ten minutes he was sucking that big fat dildo without gagging. He looked at the clock and it was 3:30. Right then his Girl text him and said she had to work late again and would not be home till seven and he text her back and said no problem babe. I will grab take out tonight. Love you! Now Dillon was feeling entirely guilty and he went to shut his computer down and he thought about the straight guy saying having a guy suck your dick is not cheating. If that is true sucking a dick can't be either. He knew deep down that was bull shit but he really wanted to believe it as he started sucking on that huge dildo again. After a couple minutes he put them back in the drawer and left to go to the old building side entrance bathroom. He arrive at the parking lot at 3:55 and waited till 3:59 and walked to the door and looked and his watch said 4 PM and he entered and he went to the end stall as directed. It was clean in there and he played with the toilet paper dispense to make sure it came off as he was told and to his surprise it just lifted up. He put it back and then heard the door. He nervously sat on the toilet and waited as the stall next him opened and he saw two red converse high tops walk into the stall and tap his foot three times. (he did not even sit down) Dillon tapped his foot three times and then removed the toilet paper dispenser and he could immediately see the long uncut dick being fed through the hole. The guy had lots of skin and precum was leading out of it. Dillon began to suck on the skin and nibble on it and slide his tongue and dock his tongue and lick the guys head. Tasting that precum, Dillown was in heaven. The guy pulled back his skin a little and the rest of the precum poured into Dillon's mouth and he back to suck and swallow more and more of that beautiful uncut dick. Ten minutes in the guy shot his load in Dillon's mouth and all Dillon heard was swallow, Dillon pulled off and swallowed and the guy left his dick right there and Dillon went back to working the head and sucking his dick and it took another fifteen minutes and he shot his second load. The guy pulled his dick out slowly as Dillon swallowed the second load. He loved hot it tasted and wondered if it was just this guy or is that what guys taste like. The guy said, stay right there don't fucking move until I have done for two minutes. Dillon said okay. the guy undid the stall and headed out. Dillon stayed as instructed. Before Dillon could get up the door opened and Dillon jumped up and sat on the stall and before he could cover the hole a guy was standing in the stall. He was wearing work boots. He tapped his foot three times and Dillon did the same out of instinct. The guy unzipped his jeans and slide a fat 8" dick through the hole. It was cut, big fat head and lots of veins. Dillon got back down on his knees and licked the head and took the entire head in his mouth and sucked and he hard the guy moan a little and push his dick further through. Soon Dillon was sucking the guy deep and after 8-10 minutes of heaving sucking and licking the guy blew in Dillon's mouth. All the guy said was "Thanks, be here tomorrow at the same time." The guy left and Dillon had no idea what he looked like or anything about him but that he loves his big dick and his cum tasted even better then the first dude. Dillon put the toilet rack back on the wall and left quickly. It was almost 5 PM and he headed back to the apartment and he kept tasting the men he swallowed. All he could think about is sucking more dick. When he arrived back he had a response from Anonymous, great cock sucker. Be there tomorrow at the same time, I am off again tomorrow and definitely need to unload in that cum dump mouth of yours. Dillon loved told he had a cum dump mouth and hated it at the same time. He wondered why others did not hit him up that he sent an email to and thought I really need to hit up that bbc guy. Wonder if his cum taste different?

I'm in the same boat. No sex for a few weeks now and totally horny as fuck. Isolating and only going out for groceries and pharmacy. I hope it's over soon!

CTI-3 Meeting the Doctor I stood there for a moment trying to process what they fuck just happened, but I that was interrupted by a man in a white jacket coming in. He was a hot looking muscle daddy, grey hair at the temples, salt and pepper goatee and a hot muscled body. I looked at his crotch and he had a thick tube heading down his left leg. “Good afternoon young man. I’m Dr. Hazzard and I will be in charge of your treatment. I have read your case file and I see some very promising things in there” I just stood there silent. “I observed your first treatment and I have to say I am impressed with your quick response” “I though I was here to get rid of these urges?” “Young man, we use unconventional treatments to help with the urges. You will never get rid of them, but will be treated to be free when those urges happen” Again I was silent. “I noticed you checking me out when I came into your room. Your eyes gave you away. Your focus was at my crotch almost instantly” I swallowed. “You are a cock whore, I can tell, yes?” I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “Yes?” He asked again “Yes” I replied. “Good. Now get on the bed, on your back and lift your legs up in the air. Expose your hole to me” As if almost hypnotized I did as the doctor instructed. He stepped closer and reached out, running his fingers around my hole. “I know you have had cucumbers up there as well as our fuck machine’s smooth rocket but have you had a real cock in there” “No sir” “That will change, soon!” “Orderlies” The two musclemen entered the rooms and without any other instructions, each grabbed an ankle and pulled my legs apart, wide apart. I watched between my legs as he unzipped his pants. His hand reached into the open zipper and pulled out his massive cock. It was already growing, it was thickening as it got longer. I could see the Doctor stroking it, pulling back the skin covering the head. “It’s time for both your cherries to be taken, your virgin hole and taking his first poz load” I could feel the doctor rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Teasing my hole. The orderlies were watching intently. Without warning the doctor pushed his thick cock into my hole, which resisted at first but quickly opened and allowed it to penetrate deep. The pain was intense. I started to breathe heavily and sweat. “Take the pain!” the doctor said. His cock stretched my hole, as the pain slowly subsided and pleasure replaced it. He pushed all the way in and slowly began to fuck me. I went to grab my hard cock and tried to stroke it by the doctor pushed it way. “You’re a bottom, your pleasure comes from your hole, not your cock. It is useless” His cock was pumping my hole at a steady pace. The pleasure was something I had never experienced, rippling through my body. “Squeeze your hole around my cock” the doctor said, “use your hole to pleasure the man in you, enhance his pleasure” I tightened my hole, squeezing then releasing over and over. I looked into his eyes as I did, trying to see if he liked it but his expression did not change, but I didn’t stop. “What do you want” he asked “I want your poz load, your disease” I replied repeating what I had heard from the video. He quickened his fucking of my hole. I could feel his pants rubbing against me as he thrusted all the way in. His cock was getting harder as he did it. “You must be sure this is the path you want to take,” “It is, I want to be free” He pumped harder and faster. His breathing had increased as he fucked me. “I’m going to inject you with your first exposure to HIV. This will be repeated multiple times a day until you convert” He pulled his cock out and rammed it all the way in. I felt his cock pulse and my inside was flooded by a hot fluid. His cock jumped hard as his cum shot out of his cock and into my hole. “Milk my cock” he said I squeezed as he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and my hole gaping. Something inside me wanted to be filled up again. The orderlies released my legs and left my room. “Rest up” the doctor said, “Tomorrow you have your first group therapy session” As he said this, his cock was slowly sliding out of my hole. I could feel it fall free and I reached down and ran my fingers around my opened, wet hole. I moaned as I felt it. I watched as the doctor tucked his cock back into his pants and zip up. “No jacking your cock tonight or pleasuring your hole” he said, “sleep” As he was shutting the door he said: “We will be watching”

No you don’t just take it. That’s stupid! No top or bottom should be having any unprotected sex if they can transmit any disease. It’s immoral and wrong. Get tested frequently for your own health and the health of your partners.

CTI THE FIRST TREATMENT We left the room with me hiding my naked, hard cock and in between the two muscle men. The each grabbed my upper arms, pulling my hand away from my crotch allowing my cock to voice free. As we moved down the hall, I could hear moans and grunts coming from behind the shut doors and at one door I heard “Oh fuck yeah, infect me! Give it to me” We arrived at an open door and went into the room. On one wall was a huge tv and in the center was a line wooden chair. Some sort of machine was under it, but I didn’t know what it was. I was moved to the front of the chair and I saw that in the seat was a hole about six inches in diameter. The muscle men turned me and pushed me down in the chair. One secured my ankles to the leg of the chair behind them, the other secured my wrists to the arms of the chair. Then one got down behind the chair and did something unknown to me as the other man reach down between my hips and the chair and pulls my ass checks apart. I felt something cold touched my hole The last thing they did was put when looked like an oxygen tube, like the ones from a hospital under my nose. As they left one said: “Breath deep through your nose abs enjoy the show” The tv came on and a blue screen was illuminating the dark room. A voice from nowhere echoed the room: “When you see the word ‘Hit’ breath deeply through your nose. When you see the word ‘hold’ then hold your breath. When you see the word ‘release’ you exhale” “Are you ready to begin” “Yes” I replied The screen lit up with an image of a naked man with a huge hard cock, then switched to the words “you crave cock” As the screen switched to another imagine I felt something pushing to get up my hole. As the images of nude men continued to change on the screen, the object pushed into my hole, sliding in deep. The word HIT popped on the screen so I breathed deeply through my nose, then the picture of a hard cock flash then back to hit - I did a hit again as the rush of poppers flowed through my body. Then a cock again then Hit. I followed the directions. The the word Hold flashed and I held my breath until the word release flashed The images changed to short videos of men sucking cock, licking nuts sacs and then sucking again. The object in my hole was sliding in and out of my hole at a steady pace, bring me pleasure. My cock was hard and leaking. The would Hit last again and I followed the instructions, hit again and again until I had hit five times then held for about fifteen seconds and then released At this point the sucking videos had been replaced my fucking, bareback fucking. The object picked up a little speed and my leaking increased as my cock bounced. Plus pleasure. The videos changed showing up close fucking with raw cocks sliding in and out of holes, to far away, then back close up. The instructions to hit again popped up again between the videos over and over until I had hit ten times and held and released. The rush was intense. I felt my inhibitions slid away. My mouth watered, my cock throbbed and my hole relaxed as the object again sped up. The raw fucking videos now showed men getting bred and I would hear sayings. “You want raw cock” “Your hole was made for cum” “All loads should be taken none refused” Then more instructions on hitting appeared. I did as instructed. As the videos of fucking and breeding continued. “You crave infected cum” “You want the virus” “Sexual Suicide is what you want” “You want HIV” “You crave toxic loads” “You want poz loads” “You want AIDS” In the videos I saw biohazard tattoos and tattoos of scorpions on the men getting fucked. Then more popper instructions. The rush flowed through me. The machine was fucking my hole quickly, hitting my g-spot and causing more leaking from my cock. “Tell me what you want!” “Poz loads” I replied “Where do you want them” “Up my hole” More popper instructions, that I followed. My head was swimming Fromm the rush and I could feel my heart beat in my temples and my cock. My hole relaxed even more as the machine fucked me quickly. “You want infected seed in you” “Yes” I screamed My balls were so pulled up tightly that they ached. I could feel the warm pre-cum puddling between my legs. I know I would not last long. The machine was fucking me faster. I screamed in pleasure and my load shot out my cock and flew high in the air. It was a massive load. As I shot the machine stopped and the object was pulled out. The video also went dark. I sat there breathing heavy coming down from the rush. I head the door open behind me and soon saw the two musclemen. “Damn never seen someone turn that quickly” one said They released me and half dragged me back to my room.

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

Part I I wasn’t always a piece of garbage. I once had been brought up in a nice conservative, middle class household and was track for a college career and a nice job someday into the future, but being a true-born trashy Asian slut I couldn’t resist the temptation of the pipe. It started out with weed, buying by the gram and smoking out of a bowl, escalated to buying ounces and taking monster hits out of grav bongs, then I would hop in my car, recklessly drive to a stranger’s house, and let him fuck me. Anything to get some dick, I didn’t care who it was, but I liked daddies and middle-aged men the most. Daddies are so much hornier, the way they touch your skin with their coarse, hungry hands. Then one day I was smoking with a 42-year-old daddy before we fucked. He was a big guy, about 5’11”, a little guido-looking with his hair gelled up, deep spray tan, gigantic muscles, and shades. He was wearing a tight black wife-beater, tight white pants, and flip flops. He pulled out a glass pipe and asked, “You into T?” “What’s that?” I asked, ready to try any drug he was about to offer. “Ever heard of crystal meth?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and shaking a little bag of white shards in front of me. I stared at it hungrily. I had tried molly and ecstasy before, but meth was a trashy drug, a drug I pictured wasted, twisted lowlifes smoke in trailers. I had never known it was even around in the area. “Hell yeah,” I responded. I was already high as I ever was, barely able to respond to his questions, but I snorted a line of coke a few minutes ago and was wide awake. My breaths were getting heavy and slow and I was getting tingly sensations all over my body. Hell I was horny. He took a small straw and measured out a few small crystals into the pipe. Little did I know how much and how potent those few shards actually turned out to be. Daddy showed me the ropes. “Here, hold the pipe to your lips and just tilt it sideways. I’m going to light and wait for the crystals to swirl around in the bowl. I’ll tell you when to start sucking.” He lit the lighter and held the flame just below the bowl. A few seconds passed and swirls start forming, getting thicker, until the bowl was a cloud of smoke so thick it was almost yellow. “Suck slowly, let it stream in through your mouth,” he instructed. I let the smoke trickle into my body, but it didn’t stop. The thick white smoke wasn’t thinning, so I sucked just a little bit harder. A rush of chemicals (it smelled like it) smacked me, but he gently held my face and told me to stay on the pipe. I sucked, and just coughed the T out of my nostrils. Finally, I left the pipe and sprayed the room with a brilliant cloud of thick white smoke that hung over our heads. “Fuck yeah, you cheap cunt,” Daddy growled. “You’re gonna get tweaked out tonight.” He himself took a small hit. He was saving it for me. He had plans for me. I took four more big hits, then he repacked the bowl and torched it, casually sucking in more smoke than I imagined possible. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled my lips to his, and shot gunned it into me. My head was spinning from the weed and the meth, and my skin felt like my whole body was meant to be penetrated in any way possible. I was unbearably horny. I had worn tight denim shorts that sagged below my g-string and a spaghetti strap cropped to my chest to reveal a small 4-pack. “Feeling good?” he asked. “Feeling dirty,” I purred. I crawled onto his bed dangled my head over the side. Guido Dad didn’t take off his pants, simply unzipping the fly to unleash a massive 8 inch meat rod with a giant thick head. I had prepared for this, with a painfully large butt plug crammed in my ass on the drive here. “You ready for this? My little slut?” He lit up a cigarette and slid his cock down my throat. It slid clumsily over my tongue, far too big for my mouth. The head was larger than a large strawberry. He pulled my mouth open and went deeper, resting the head until it just tickled the back of my throat. I slurped my tongue frantically along the top, trying to lick at the delicious head. He grabbed the sides of my face and slowly fucked me as I slurped his dick. It ached my jaws, but it was worth it. It smelled like his musk, and there was a light amount of hair around the base of his dick. After a few moments he would take out his dick and pour some water down my throat; my mouth was getting dry from the high. My mind was blown, the meth had opened up a nirvana for me while Guido Dad’s dick was pounding my throat and face until I gagged and spluttered thick globs of saliva over my face. This was what I was meant to do. I thought I had no purpose in life, but this was it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and fed me a little more water. By now his dick was slobbering wet and drooping threads of saliva over my face. He smelled of fresh cigarettes, it was incredibly sexy. The room was spinning as I lay there panting, my face covered in his sweaty hairy balls. My face and chest felt hot and my heart was pounding quickly. “Fuck you, you’re just a hole, aren’t you?” He grumbled. “You live at home with Mommy and Daddy, boy?” “No,” I gasped, globs of spit flowing from my open mouth, down to my cheeks, and sticking onto his balls. “Good, cuz you’re not gonna see them for a while. I have bigger plans for you,” he grunted. He looked so hot in that wife beater. His face looked sadistic, like he was taking pleasure in seeing how much he’s degraded me with just ten minutes of deep throat. “I’m not gonna let some hungry nineteen-year-old pussy go to waste like this.” I was OK with that. I was ready to sign myself over to him to be his whore, his property that he can use and rent, a place where he dumps his loads. His dick was now rock hard, a magnificent club of meat, a deadly sperm gun. He emptied his little bag into his silicon lube, shook it up, and started liberally applying it to my hole along with motor oil. “After I fuck this trashy little butt, I’m going to make a few bucks off of you,” he grunted. “But I’m not going to do it without your consent. If you want me to be your pimp daddy, it’s for life until I’m done with that hole. If you agree to this, there’s no turning back. I own you, and I’ll drug you up with meth, pot, poppers, and crack everyday, and you will serve any man who needs a pussy. I’ll make sure you’re black-out high every minute you’re awake. I’ll have you gangbanged in motel rooms, take a quick load in a public bathroom, tied up in bathhouses, maybe even parties here. You are a worthless, trashy, tweaked up cumdump, and you know it. So what do you say?” My head was spinning, and the moments between blinks started feeling very long. Holy shit, I was flying. “Hell yeah,” I moaned through my sloppy wetness. He grinned like a devil. This guy was a bad man, alright, but everything he said was true. I knew why I was put on this earth now, and he was going to guide me to my ultimate goal: to just be a fuckhole, that is what boys are meant to do for men, and that is all I’m worth. “Before I wreck that little slit permanently, I’m gonna reward you for your answer,” he said. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a dirty sock and a bottle of Maximum Impact, sprayed it, and slammed it over my face. A rush of chemicals was flooding into my system, and all of a sudden there was nothing. I ass was on fire, desperate for cock, and I moaned under the sock as the impact continued to attack me, funneling sluttiness into my blood. I had blacked out and my eyes stared into nothingness as Guido Dad removed the sock, and I could barely hear I was so tweaked out and fucked up. I could see him prepare a syringe above my head, but the room was spinning so fast, I couldn’t focus on it. I felt a sudden tightness on my arm. “Flex,” he commanded, and I responded, and he tied a belt around my bicep. I heard him moving around me and slowly inserted the needle into a large vein. I felt the prick, but my body was so relaxed I didn’t even react. I felt it take back some blood, then go deeper, deeper, deeper...

The first time I got force-chemmed and raped was my first visit to NYC. I was barely 21, in the Army, all buffed out and a bit over-confident as I explored the gay-scene for the first time, alone in a strange dangerous city I had no business exploring by myself. I was walking down a dark, narrow, deserted street taking a shortcut on my way to check out a popular gay dance club I had heard about that was rumored to be frequented by gay college jocks my age. This hot Latin guy was leaning against a wall smoking a cigarette at the opening to an alley. We checked each other out as I went by. He was wearing faded jeans and a wife beater that hugged his torso showing off his nicely muscled chest and arms. He had some hot tats and this bad-boy look about him that made my dick hard, so after passing him, I turned around to look again. I noted that he was checking out my ass, and when he saw me looking back, a sly grin flashed across his face. He dropped his smoke, cocked his head toward the alley in a "follow me" gesture, and disappeared into the shadows. I was feeling a slight buzz from a few drinks I had earlier, which undoubtedly clouded my judgment. There were no thoughts of danger flashing through my mind, only this burning desire to feel this guy's naked body up against mine. I remember wondering if he was gonna fuck me or if I was gonna fuck him. I didn't care which it would be. Maybe both if I was lucky. I didn't have any condoms with me and that fact didn't even register in my mind. When I entered the alley, it took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim light. I could barely see him ahead of me in the distance. He was waiting for me outside of what looked like a doorway. As I approached, I heard the door open and he disappeared inside. I followed him, enjoying this little chase thing we had going. I found myself inside a dark hallway. I could smell cigarettes and alcohol. I could hear muffled voices. I couldn't tell where he had gone so I started down the hall. I checked the first few doors, which were locked. When I got to the end of the hall, I opened the last door and stepped inside. I found myself in the back of a long poorly lit room. There was a small bar counter to my right with a couple of guys sitting on stools and chatting with a bartender. There were a couple of pool tables toward the front of the bar, each with a single bare bulb hanging over it. I heard nothing but Spanish being spoken and quickly realized I was the only white guy in the room. As I stood there, taking in the scene, the occupants of the room noticed me and the place fell silent as all eyes turned to me. I sized up the situation quickly and the alarm bells were starting to go off in my head. There were about 12 guys, all Latino, roughly 20-30 in age I guessed. It was hot as fuck in this room and everybody but the guy I had followed in here and myself had their shirts off. These dudes were all in damn good shape and I realized they looked like gang bangers. I noticed a couple fresh tattoos on the two guys nearest me that looked like prison tats. This was not what I bargained for. I started to turn toward the door planning to retrace my steps out into the alley. That was when I heard the door shut behind me and the click of the deadbolt. I knew I wasn't going out the way I came in. I saw another door at the far end of the room and started calculating how I was going to reach it. I'm a tough, wiry, scrappy fucker but I realized there was no way I was going to be able to fight my way through these guys. When I saw a guy at the front door throw the bolt and lock us all in, I knew that I had fucked up royally. Swallowing my panic, I figured I'd better make friends fast. I forced a smile onto my face, walked directly up to the hot guy I had followed in from the alley, and said, "Hey amigo, can I buy you a drink?" The room was silent as he ran his eyes up and down my body and I could see the lust in his eyes. I felt like I was in a fucking meat market and I was the new meat. After what seemed like an eternity, he smiled at me and said, "No white boy, you are my guest, let me buy you one." The whole place erupted in laughter and everyone turned back to their conversations and drinks. I felt such a wave of relief sweep over me I thought my legs were going to buckle. My "host" fired off some commands in Spanish to the bartender, who got busy mixing our drinks. My Spanish is shitty and these guys all spoke some kind of dialect that rolled off their tongues like gun fire. I was clueless what they were saying. In no time I had a cocktail in my hand and I was invited to play a game of pool. The guys at the closest pool table cleared out to make way for us and the game began. The cocktail I was drinking tasted REALLY good...not too tart, not too sweet. It was like something you would have on a beach in a warm climate, but I had never tasted anything like it before. My host had the bartender make me a second one and about half-way through it I started feeling really light-headed and unstable on my feet. I plopped my ass onto a stool and someone asked me, "You feeling alright white boy?" I tried to respond but my tongue felt thick and all that came out of my mouth was gibberish. Several of the guys around me chuckled and the sound of their laughter sounded like it was echoing down a long hallway. I started to fall off my stool and a hot muscle guy with huge arms caught me. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the pool table. My host, the hot guy in the wife beater, came up to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Relax and enjoy it white boy. We're gonna show you the best time of your life tonight." The realization swept over me that I had been drugged, and the panic was starting to build inside me again. My mind was fully engaged, but I had no control over my body. I could see what was happening and feel it, but I was helpless to do anything about it. Guys in the room were stripping their clothes off and I could see guys playing with their cocks. I heard one guy say in English that he had gotten a taste for white boy ass in prison and now he couldn't get enough of it. Several other guys agreed with him. I watched as my host peeled out of his wife beater, then stripped out of his pants. He had purposely positioned himself so I could watch him strip and he was giving me a show. He had a gorgeous chiseled body with 8-pack abs. I was totally hot for him while simultaneously scared out of my wits. The combination of fear and lust was oddly erotic. My mind was doing this tug of war in my head. I realized that I was about to be gang raped by these guys and my reaction alternated between panic and lust. I was scared to death and horny as hell all at the same time. My cock had a mind of its own and it was rock hard. My host took notice and I saw him smile, knowing he was getting the response from me that he wanted. I could tell he got off being in total control of the situation and having me powerless. It dawned on me that I couldn't do anything about it anyway so I might as well make the most out of it. My host walked up to me wearing nothing but boxers. His cock was straining against the front of his boxers creating a tent effect and I could glimpse his cock through the overstretched fly front. He dropped the boxers revealing the biggest slab of cock I had ever seen -- even in pornos. It was long, thick, and rock hard. He stroked it as he showed it to me and told me I was going to enjoy being his faggot for the night. He told me how he was going to tear my ass open with his mammoth cock and how all his buddies were going to watch him fuck me before they took turns in my ass. I was thinking there is no way humanly possible that something that large could be made to fit into my ass. Boy was I wrong. My host said something in Spanish and then I heard him say, “Gibron is going to get you ready for me.” I wasn't sure what that meant until I felt someone grab my arm and pin it to the table. Someone growled in my ear "hold still motherfucker" and I felt something stick my arm. Then I heard, "got it," followed by, "hold on white boy and enjoy the ride," as more guys chuckled. Seconds later I felt a weird sensation. My pulse quickened, I felt a source of intense heat gather in my chest then burst, like a sun going super-nova, spreading outward through my arms and legs like liquid metal until the energy burst from my fingertips and toes erupting outward like jets of super-hot plasma. The heat in my chest rose up through my lungs and into my throat as I coughed violently a couple of times. The noise inside my head sounded like a freight train roaring through a tunnel. My vision changed suddenly and I could see nothing but star-bursts and colored lights. I couldn't focus my vision and my eyeballs wouldn't hold still. They bounced around in my head like a balls in a pinball machine. I experienced the sensation of weightlessness. It seemed as though my body has risen up off the pool table and I felt like I was floating. It was without a doubt the most intense and most pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I couldn't help but repeat over and over, "oh shit", "oh fuck", "oh shit", "oh fuck." Then I became aware of my cock, standing straight up and rock hard, with this sensation of fullness and heat building inside of it. It felt like my cock was swelling and that it would burst outward from the pressure. Suddenly I felt the heat gather at the tip of my cock, and without any stimulation, the biggest cum load I have ever shot erupted from the head of my dick. My dick was like a fountain, with spurts of cum shooting several feet into the air and spraying in all directions. When the geysers subsided, cum continued to drain from my cock in a steady flow for what seemed like minutes. I was soaked in cum and could feel a huge pool of it forming underneath me on the table. It must have been impressive because I heard several remarks like, "fuck man look at all that cum!", "I've never seen a guy shoot like that!", and "I didn't know a guy could cum that much!" Then I felt multiple tongues on my body licking my load off my skin. The sensations of having these guys touch me were amazing. The next thing I was aware of was my host's tongue and fingers playing with my ass. He was telling me how much he liked my hot, tight, pink hole and how much he wanted to put his huge cock in there and own it. I realized that my ass was craving cock like never before and I found myself lusting after that mammoth cock he had showed me earlier. I felt confident that I could take every inch of it and I was eager to show him how much I wanted it. I knew in my heart that I would give every ounce of effort inside me to take all of him and that I wanted his load in me. In fact, I wanted every last motherfucker in that room inside me and I wanted every one of their loads. I tried to say something to that effect and someone bent close to my ear to hear my confession. He stood up and announced, "He says he wants all of our cocks inside him, right now, at the same time." That got a big laugh from everyone. Someone asked, "How much did you give the kid?" I heard, Gibron say, "Point 8, and I've got lots more for him when he wants it." My host walked up and showed me his hard cock. He held two beer cans in his hand end to end aligned alongside his dick. His dick was the same diameter as the cans and slightly longer than both cans put together. He asked me if I was ready for him to bury his tool in my guts. I wanted it desperately but the size of the thing scared me. Before I could answer he said, "It doesn't matter what you want cuz you're gonna do what you're told, faggot." He walked around to my ass, put the head of his cock against my tight hole, and with one shove he rammed it in ass far as it would go. I felt him bottom out inside me and heard him say, "No faggot. You're gonna take all of it, not just half." I felt him push harder and I was sure he was up against my diaphragm. It felt like he was tearing a hole through my intestines. I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried to scream but nothing came out. I remember a tear falling from the corner of my eye and rolling down my cheek. I remember thinking I had never felt such pain inside my guts. I remember thinking I was going to die and wondering if I would wake up in heaven. Just then, I felt something inside me relax, and I felt a 'pop'. His cock slid further inside and it felt like another two feet of hard dick slid into me. Suddenly I could breathe. Suddenly the pain was gone. I heard my host say, "That's the way white boy. You know you like that monster cock. Relax and enjoy every inch of it." I began to be aware of how fucking amazing this guy's cock really was. He had me stretched to the point I didn't think my hole could get any larger. He liked that tight feeling and he told me so. He was sliding his cock all the way out until just the head was inside me, then sliding it all the way back in again. With each stroke, there was a point in the middle somewhere where I would fell that resistance and that pop, and each time he passed that point a burst of pure pleasure would radiate through my body. It was fucking amazing and I thought, “Maybe I am dead and this is heaven?” It dawned on me that my version of heaven would be spending eternity with an endless supply of hot tops with huge cocks to fuck me, tight bottom boys to take my cock, and this wonderful shit called tina flowing through my veins. The rest of my time at this place was amazing. I had no concept of time. Every so often someone would slam another rig into my arm, and I took every cock in the place multiple times. At one point I heard someone ask how many loads I had taken and I heard, "at least 30 so far". I was both proud and amazed. Every time someone would pull out of my ass, I could feel my hole gape open and cum would run out of my ass and down my butt cheeks. At one point my host laid down on the pool table next to me and I was lifted up by many hands. I was really wobbly, but they set me on top of the host and fed his massive meat into my ass so I was riding him from the top. It slid in easily this time and felt really great pushing up so deep inside me. I was starting to rock on it and ride it when someone grabbed me by the neck, pushed me forward so I was lying on the host's chest, and ordered me to hold still. My arm was pulled straight and I felt something tighten around my bicep. I felt a sharp stick and that amazing heat flooded through my body again. I shuddered and whimpered. The host whispered in my ear, "You love that rush don't you white boy?" I answered, "Yes sir. I don't ever want that feeling to go away." I felt the head of another huge dick push against my hole. There was a steady pressure for a long time and the voice said, "Fuck! This white boy is tight!" I felt a finger slide inside me alongside the host’s massive cock. The finger worked around for a few minutes, then I felt another finger, then another. After a few more minutes, the fingers came out and they were suddenly replaced by the second cock sliding in and filling my ass beyond comprehension. I moaned in pain and pleasure. I didn't think anything could feel better. The second cock slid back and forth inside me, rubbing against my host's dick and stretching me further open with each thrust. This went on for a long time until both guys announced they were getting close. They were both grunting and snorting and telling me how hot my ass felt and I came for the umpteenth time without touching myself. As my cock released, my ass convulsed around their cocks and they both shot their loads inside me at the same time. After they pulled out of my ass, my ass felt empty and it felt like there was a piece of my soul missing. I didn't like the feeling and needed something in there to make me feel whole again. I started begging for someone to put something in my ass, anything. I felt someone slathering my ass with this thick, creamy substance and felt fingers teasing my hole. In and out they went, working my hole, stretching it larger and larger. Soon I experienced four fingers and the narrow blade of the hand. Then it became five fingers and the intensity grew exponentially as the volume of the hand changed from flat to round. The hand was removed for several seconds while something cold and wet was sprayed onto my ass and into my hole. The cold liquid turned hot on contact and burned for a second, then I felt this warm sensation flood my ass and the irritation inside my hole disappeared. I heard the aerosol can spray again near my ear and I could smell some chemical. Someone shoved a wet cloth in my mouth and told me to breathe through my mouth. I took a deep breath and I got an instant warm, fuzzy feeling. My head started to swim and my vision closed in like I was looking out through a tunnel. I was fighting to focus my mind and stay conscious while someone was working hard on my hole. I was aware of someone's hand wedging my hole open and the fullness felt like someone had parked a truck in my ass. Someone stuck a bottle of really strong poppers to my nose and told me to inhale. A few seconds later I felt my body relax and the hand pushed really hard. I struggled to get away but several guys held me down so I couldn’t move. Someone sprayed more liquid on the rag and stuffed it back in my mouth. I was given another big hit of poppers and I felt my ass open up. My ass seemed to have a mind of its own and it started to stretch open as if begging for the hand. I heard the guy fisting me say, “Yeah white boy, suck that hand inside!” I felt him change the angle slightly and the intensity of that small move was off the charts, then suddenly the hand slipped all the way inside me. I felt instant relief and heard a chorus of approval from those that were watching. The hand worked itself around inside me and started to play with my prostate and cock from the inside of my body. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. I started oozing LOTS of precum from my dick and it continued the entire time his hand was in there. At one point a guy pushed his cock inside me alongside the guy's wrist and I felt him unload inside me. Several other guys followed suit and I took several more loads that way.

Jim slowly and silently pushed open the bedroom door of his son, Kyle, so he could spy on the kid for a minute or two before sneaking in to attack him. The 18 year old was laying on his bed on his stomach, completely naked. Jim noticed in the soft light how toned his boy was; not overly muscular just yet, but getting there. Unlike his father, who was hairy just about everywhere but on his back, the only hair on the boy was just above his dick. Staring at the kid, all ready for some hot incest action, seemed to go straight to Jim's cock, and although it had been growing most of the evening, it now stood up straight and pulsed with his heartbeat. He could no longer hide it beneath his robe, but there was no reason to, anyway. It was late (as Jim had had to wait until the kid's mother fell asleep), but his son was still awake, pretending to read his Social Studies book. Jim stepped into the room. "Well, well, well..." he said suddenly. He'd crept up the stairs, to not awaken his wife, and his son hadn't heard him, either. The kid jerked suddenly, and looked over his shoulder to see his father standing there with his hard-on more than ready to be thrust deeply inside him. Kyle immediately opened his legs and raised his firm bubble ass up in the air, offering it up for use. "Hi, Daddy," he said, whining in heat. "What'cha doin', boy?" Jim asked. "Homework..." he lied. They started the incest sessions innocently each time. It seemed to make it all the more perverted for both of them. "I see you're naked up here...." "Yeah, Daddy. It's so hot in my room," the boy said, whining again, and readjusting himself to expose even more lewdly the hot pink slit that would be the sole focus of both father and son's attention for the next few hours. "Well, it's gonna get even hotter real soon." "Whadda you mean, Daddy?" But they both knew what he meant. Jim stepped forward and opened his robe. The boy gasped when he saw his dad's cock in its full glory. "Oh, Dad, your cock is so big and hard tonight!" "That's right, boy. Now offer up that hot cunt to me. Present it just like I taught 'cha." Kyle threw his Social Studies book onto the floor, and with his chest still down on the bed, arched his back to allow his father full access to his snatch. He was starting to sweat already. His father's bone-hard cock oozed a long silvery strand of precum at the sight of the boy's pucker, and the kid was acting so slutty that as soon as it dropped to the floor, it was immediately replaced with another one. Jim lay down on the bed and instantly drilled his tongue into his son's waiting hole. Kyle whimpered at the sudden onslaught. He started whining even more incessantly, "Oh, Dad, my cunt's been itchin' ALL NIGHT for you to sneak up here and abuse it. Tongue me real good, daddy." It was an easy and satisfying task, too. The kid had been fucked so many times, mostly by his father, that his pussy was nice and sloppy. Jim could now dig his tongue deep up inside the kid, and use it to pull out the cunt lips so he could nibble and suck on them, which drove the boy insane with lust. He worked on the boypussy for a few more minutes, and then paused to say, "Yeah, I saw you eyeballin' my cock when I came upstairs from workin' out." He'd been wearing cut-off sweatpants with no underwear and no shirt-his wife had nagged affectionately, "Jim, would you at least put on a shirt for dinner, please?" Although she didn't mind looking at the hairy, muscled hunk anymore than Kyle did. Kyle could see the shape of his father's swelling cock right through the old, thin material of his shorts and he hadn't been able to stop staring at it. To fully torture the boy, Jim stayed half-naked until dinner was on the table, and then, before heading upstairs to get a shirt, he winked at his son and rubbed his crotch real quick. "...The way you were getting' all hot from starin' at your Dad's cock gave me a real stiff one, and now you're gonna pay," he threatened, and he drove his tongue up the boycunt even deeper than before. The poor kid was writhing all over the bed, doing everything he possibly could to open his twat for his Dad's relentlessly probing tongue. Half whimpering, half whispering, the boy continued, "When you came up showing off your big Daddy cock like that, I couldn't concentrate on anything else for the rest of the night, and my cunt just kept itchin' for it real bad. But when you grabbed yourself, I just knew you were gonna sneak up here and give it to me nice and rough." "Yeah, well, I've been wantin' to stick my tongue in your cunt ever since this morning when you gave me that hug goodbye. Now I'm going eat out this juicy twat until you can't fuckin stand it anymore." "You're eatin' my cunt so good, tonight, Daddy," Kyle whined, "you're makin' me feel REAL slutty!" "And I think we both know what happens to dirty little faggot sluts around THIS house, don't we?" Kyle knew all too well. "They get their pussies fucked?" "That's right," Jim said in a sing-song sort of voice, "and tonight, Daddy's gonna show you just how cruelly a little slut like you gets fucked by his Daddy, but first..." he trailed off because the rest of this sentence was understood in his ravenously eating out his son's eagerly puckering cunt. Because of all the raunchy incest fucks his ass had gotten, Kyle had started thinking of being called a "faggot" as sort of sweet-talking him into spreading his legs open for a cuntfuck. When the older boys at school said it to him, it actually had the unfortunate effect of making his hole twitch and giving him a real stiff boner, which he then had to do his best to conceal. He didn't really look like a fag at all, though, actually. In fact, he pretty much looked like your average kid, played on the baseball team, and no one really suspected anything was different about him. But then there were the jock seniors who knew how he acted when he got a nice big dick in his cunt. After he'd been raped at school the first time, (by one of the linebackers in the equipment closet off the locker room), and had leaked a river of precum and sprayed a huge load of boymilk all over the floor, news inevitably got around. One of them would come up behind him at his coat locker when the hall was mostly clear and whisper nastily in his ear, "fuckin' faggot," and angrily slam the locker right next to his face real hard with his fist, making it rattle and echo around the hall, before storming off. People would look over and Kyle would just shrug his shoulders and look mystified. But he knew that the jock was probably pissed off about being rejected by a girlfriend or something, and before the day was over, he'd be hauled roughly into the boys' bathroom to get his pussy fucked raw. Normally there were more than one of them, though, and he'd be fucked repeatedly in his ass and his throat, too, usually at the same time, and by any number of hot, muscular, and demanding athletes. No matter how many times he was dicked at school, however, nothing could compare to the cruelty of the cuntfucks he endured at home, and he was now being prepared for one of the worst. "Oh, yeah, Dad, get my dirty pussy all drippy and wet so you can spunk it real good." He'd found out years earlier that the brattier he whined, the more thoroughly his father fucked him. "My pussy's so hungry for your cum. You're gonna cream my twat real good, aren't you, Daddy?" The kid sounded almost desperate, although he figured he would get spunked whether he liked it or not, and he was right. "You better fuckin' believe it. I haven't shot in three days now, so my nuts are overflowin', and your filthy cunt is gonna get every last drop of it." But Jim just kept slobbering and nibbling on his son's pussy like a starving man eating a steak dinner. "I haven't gotten fucked since then, either. I got so horny today that I even tried to find those guys from the football team so I could get my pussy gang-raped again like I did last week, but I couldn't find them ANYwhere. If you hadn't o' snuck up on me like this I woulda... I... I don't know, I woulda gone CRAZY from the itchin' in my pussy. Oh, yeeeeaaahhh, daddy, get my cunt all juicy and wet for your cock!" "You've been an even sluttier faggot than I thought. I think I may have to spunk your twat more than once just to make sure you get what you deserve." "You gonna show me what happens to slutty little faggots, Daddy?" "Damn right I am. I'm gonna have to keep eatin' you though first, cause I wanna make sure it's all slick so my fat Daddy cock slides up your cunt real easy, an' I won't have no trouble fuckin' the shit outta you." The boycunt had actually been ready within a couple of minutes, but making his son desperate for it with a long merciless cunt-eating was Jim's favorite part, second only to making the kid submit to his long, veiny cock for hours on end. The lewd smacking and slurping noises that reverberated around the room only served to get the poor boy even dizzier with lust. Every couple of minutes, Jim would slow down his tongue-fuck, lazily licking at his son's dripping pussy, just to suddenly attack it again with renewed ferocity. The kid groaned desperately each time, and his steel-hard teenage boy cock would practically spurt precum. Jim drove his tongue into the boy's twat as if he were French-kissing a mouth, and at times it felt like that to him, because the kid's cuntlips were so swollen and loose. He nipped at them to get them even puffier, which made the pussylips more sensitive to his slithering tongue. If Kyle's oozing dick hadn't occasionally grazed the bedspread, coating it with his lube and sending shivers through his young body, he could easily have forgotten he even had a dick, the way his father was devouring his boycunt. Hoping to get the boy even hotter for it, Jim said almost angrily, "now I'm gonna fuck you, you little faggot." At this point Kyle's juicy twat began to spasm wildly, and he almost started crying. "Are you gonna tie me up like last time, so you can really teach my cunt a lesson, Daddy?" the boy whimpered urgently. "No. Tonight, you're gonna offer your filthy cunt to me like a bitch in heat, and you're gonna get fucked like a bitch, too, on all fours." "Oh, Dad, I always get fucked so deep when you take me from behind!" "Shut the FUCK up and get in position, NOW! Your gonna take all ten fuckin' inches of your Dad's cock up your nasty cunt." The kid was almost in the ordered position already, but while his Dad was crawling up to him, he raised his haunches eagerly, spread his legs a bit, and wriggled his ass. Jim grabbed his cock, and rubbed the head up and down the boy's snatch to coat it generously with precum, for a few seconds longer than necessary. The 18 year old started to plead pathetically, "Oh, God, dad please don't tease my pussy. Shove it in me, PLEASE! Plow me open, FUCK ME!!" Jim's shiny cockhead easily pried open the boy's snatch, so he grabbed the kid by the waist and shoved his entire shaft up into the boy with one stroke. The helpless boy moaned deeply and drooled onto his pillowcase. Knowing he was getting dicked by his own father made him tremble from the nastiness of it. "Oh, dad," he whimpered, "your cock is so much bigger than all the boys who fuck me at school!" "That's right, faggot, this here's a mancock. And your dad KNOWS how to fuck a dirty whore like you." "Aw, dad, fuck me real mean! Punish my nasty cunt good." With no further hesitation, Jim started pounding hard into the whimpering youth. The assault was so violent the kid's head was flying all around, and he started crying. Jim could see the tears and drool coating his boy's face, so he thrust his cock even deeper inside him, causing him to squeal like a girl. When Jim could tell his boy was too consumed by his cock to do more than grunt and gasp on each powerful stroke, he grinned sadistically to himself, and began mercilessly battering the kid's prostate with expert precision. Kyle's head whipped around as he tried to see his father's muscled torso, then he looked down to see what was happening to his cunt, but he couldn't. There was a look of sheer terror on his face, and Jim knew he had him. The boy tried to get away, but Jim kept right on torturing his engorged button over and over, until the kid couldn't stand it anymore. Sobbing hysterically, clutching onto the bedsheets and trying desperately to pull away from his dad's relentless cuntfuck, the kid's head suddenly shot up into the air, and his boner squirted so powerfully that his first cumshot smacked the headboard, nearly four feet away, with an audible, "splat." The second landed on the pillow, and since his head was still rolling around as he whined and whimpered, the third one smacked him in the face. Jim almost laughed, but instead just kept right on thrusting into the kid's tight, clutching hole. He'd had some pretty good lays over the years, but no one reacted as violently to his cock as his own faggot son. It made him feel like even more of a stud, in fact, and to show his gratitude for that, he fucked the poor kid more viciously than before. Suddenly realizing he would be forced to have orgasms like that again and again before his father was done with his pussy drove the kid absolutely insane. He started babbling nonsense, and the drool just hung out of his open mouth as he panted. To make matters even worse, Jim wanted to make the kid feel extremely vulnerable, so he grabbed one of his ankles and rudely yanked it up to his shoulder, completely exposing his son's cunt to his pistoning cock. "Who does this faggot cunt belong to, HUH?" Jim demanded angrily. And then, in between pounding thrusts of his monster cock, "I said... who... does this... fuckin'... nasty... cunt... belong to?!?" "Aw, fuck, Dad, YOU, it belongs to you!" The poor teenage slut was crying worse than before, and his dick, still dribbling cum from his first orgasm, and even more precum than before, tightened up and he nutted a second time. It sprayed like a geyser, all over the bed and onto the floor next to it. As always, what had started out as a friendly, father-son incest fuck had now turned into a brutal raping of the boy, as soon as the orgasms began washing over him over and over again, getting more violent each time. He sobbed and pleaded desperately to be allowed to stop orgasming, but this only seemed to make his father rape his vulnerable boypussy even deeper and more savagely. His distended cuntlips glistened in the soft light from all his Dad's precum that dribbled out on each stroke and ran down his inner thigh. Jim watched his fat shaft slide in and out of his boy's trembling hole for a while, and when Kyle had sort of calmed down somewhat he said, "You know what's happening this weekend, boy?" Since he was still being fucked, all the kid could do was whimper in response. "Your brother's home on leave, and he's gonna be real fuckin' horny. Mom's gonna be at Aunt Sara's, so I suggest your get your snatch real slick with lube and be right here, naked and waiting for him when I bring him back from the station. You hear me? If you're not, let me tell you, there will be dire, dire consequences for your cunt. And in the car, I'll be talkin' to him about what a nasty slut you've been lately, so you're sure to get fucked good and hard. Then when he's done with you-and I'm sure you'll have to get fucked a bunch o' times before he's through with ya-I'm gonna come in here and eat every last drop of his hot marine cum right out of your twat. I'll probably have to fuck you, too, and then I'll let him at you a second time. Oh, man," he laughed, "this filthy slut cunt is gonna be fuckin' hangin' open, drippin' jizz all over the fuckin' bed by the time he leaves." All soon as he made this last threat, Jim growled and drove his daddy cock deep inside the boy to let loose his first load into the boy. From then on, his driving cock made slurping sounds as it impaled the kid, and occasionally, more of his cum would dribble out, coating his son's leg with it. After a few more fuck strokes to get his cock back to steel hardness, Jim, snickered to himself and got his son into position for the fuck strategy that most terrified Kyle, and was Jim's absolute favorite. He was ready to finish the boy off. Lowering his son's leg from his shoulder, so that he was again on all fours, Jim took each one of the kid's thighs in one of his huge hands and pulled them up and apart, so he was still being fucked from behind with his legs flailing around uselessly on either side of his Dad's muscular frame. His crotch was opened fully for use, and his cock stuck out underneath him, painfully hard and untouched. Jim knew exactly where on his cock shaft were the thickest ridges and the most knarled, bulging veins, so with one of the boy's thrashing legs a bit lower than the other, he used those ridges to saw back and forth over the kid's prostate, practically vibrating it, sending sharp bolts of electricity through the poor kid. The very first stroke made the kid squawk on horror, and he started to really panic, again trying frantically to get away. He kicked his legs uselessly, trying to squirm free. Just two more of these long strokes across the swollen knob in his cunt and the boy yelled out and started convulsing in the throes of a horribly violent orgasm. He cried hysterically, and clutched and pawed at the bed sheets and pounded it with his fists like he was throwing a temper-tantrum. It was lucky Jim had had the good sense to soundproof the room, as well, because the kid was groaning and squealing like a woman in labor. Jim sadistically tortured his son's prostate with those thick, heavy ridges non-stop through the whole ordeal. His son's cunt spasmed and milked and sucked on his cock as the boy nutted continuously, for what had to be at least five minutes straight. It felt as if the boy's entire rectum was undulating and squeezing and pulling on the daddy cock inside him. His boy dick was so hard it barely even swayed when his dad's taught abdomen slammed into his spread open crotch. The boy's boner was almost purple by now, and after his first seven long-distance shots of jizz, alternated between weak spurts of creamy boy juice and so much precum that it streamed out of his gaping piss slit like a faucet. Jim gritted his teeth and started fucking the boy with sharp, quick jabs until he felt his nuts tighten up and he ground his dick into the base to spunk his naughty little boy as deeply as the first time. He huffed and puffed and grunted like a bear into the kid's ears as he unloaded. Finally, Kyle's pussy seemed to go somewhat slack, and Jim knew his son was completely used. Jim laughed heartily at his total conquest of his slut son, and slowly slid his softening cock out of the spent pussy. After heaving and gasping for air for a few minutes, Kyle started bawling again, this time out of relief that the unbearable, mind-blowing pleasure was over, and he jumped up and clutched onto his father as if he would need to be surgically removed. Through pathetic sobs, he just murmured over and over, "oh, God, thank you, Daddy, thank you, thank you...."

Daddy Issues Hey everyone... first post here. Definitely happy I found this place- haven’t really found an alternative for people sharing stories, especially pertaining to this sort of subject matter. Loosely based on a series of encounters many years ago, but ones that I think back to a good amount. Decided to write about it. I was probably 21 or 22 at the time. Names, events, and descriptions have been modified for fun and because I can’t remember everything anyway. I hope some of you enjoy it. -- My stomach felt hot; the type of warmth that twists your gut on an empty stomach with nerves. And despite the beads of sweat dripping down my face, the rest of me was freezing. Standing outside the townhouse unit, bundled up in an oversized maroon hoodie and a pair of baggy black jeans, my hands were crossed and tucked under my armpits, teeth chattering as I waited in the chilly doorway. Even in the dark I could see the steamy clouds of breath with each exhale, and the gentlest draughts sent shivers across the sheet of sweat forming on my face. I was beginning to wonder if this had been a bad idea. It wasn’t that I minded the cold; the cold and I usually got along. But it was distinctly sobering. And the buzz from earlier was beginning to subside, leaving room for the more sensible parts of my brain to enter. And they were beginning to suspect that I was perhaps biting off more than I could chew. The cum threatening to leak out of my hole also raised a good point. My ex, Sam, had been especially rough today. Was I really up for more after that? Shouting at me while he fucked me like a ragdoll, twisting my sensitive nipples painfully until I arched my back and screamed, then stuffing his tongue down my throat as he emptied into my guts and practically threw my clothes at me afterwards... Sam and I... had issues. But he was also my main and only connection. And he liked the money while I liked to party—sometimes even with him. And our openness with one another tended to increase as a function of tina. Like I said—issues. Mercifully, I was spared further self-reflection when the door clicked and creaked open, revealing a firmly built father-figure who stood a solid six inches taller than me. I would have guessed him at roughly six foot two. “Sinking feeling?” I recited from adam4adam, smiling loosely, head crooked off to the side slightly. A grin spread across his face. “Just Chris is fine,” he greeted. “Daniel, right?” I nodded. “Come on in,” he invited, stepping off to the side as the door swung ajar. The contrast couldn’t have been more pronounced as I moseyed on by him. Aside from being substantially taller, Chris was large; broad-shouldered with the beginnings of a healthy paunch. He had the type of body that was once very built but had succumbed to a desk job and too much beer in later life. Atop his head, fiery red hair dotted with grey formed a halo around an emerging bald spot. There was lingering hesitation. But it was also cold and I very much wanted to find some warmth. The husky, broad build attached to the heavy voice was also something of a weakness of mine. So with all this in mind I muted Jiminy and stepped in past the threshold. The instant the door shut I found myself engulfed. Thick, fuzzy arms wrapped themselves around my chest, pulling me close to the grey button-up that draped loosely over the muscle-bear’s torso. Gasping, possibly on cue or as a reflex, I leaned into the embrace and craned my head up, parting my lips as his mouth pressed down on me and pushed his thick tongue inside. Meanwhile, one great big paw found my ass and squeezed my left cheek through the cold fabric, making me jump. He seemed pleased by this—as he pulled away, his face was bright with mischief. “Thanks for coming. I’m glad you could make it,” he growled. “Thanks for having me,” I responded sheepishly. “I’m glad I could come too.” He smirked. “Come on. We’re upstairs,” he instructed, grasping my hand as he lead me up the steps. As he pulled I had to hurry a bit to keep up. Passing the first door on the left, we scurried to the second, at which point Chris shoved it open and pulled me inside. The ceiling lights had been turned off; only the lamps in the corner and on the bedside table were lit, giving the room a dim ambiance. Immediately my eyes glanced to the nightstand- where a pair of old-fashioned glasses sat, their smooth edges catching the low light of the bedroom, making the red of the drink inside blush a deep crimson. Adjacent to it, a pair of syringes nestled together conspicuously. And below, a bag of crystals rested beside glass pipe and a little blue pill. At the sight of the needles, my heart began to pound. “It’s all right there,” I murmured. There was that doubt again. Was this a good idea. It wasn’t much of a question. But it might be a fun idea, I argued, and in many ways that was far more compelling. Either oblivious to my uncertainty or electing to move past it, Chris was already retrieving the glasses. Smiling welcomingly, he offered one. “It’s G. And Gatorade. You said you’ve done G?” I nodded, and reached out to accept. “Yeah. Thanks,” I murmured. Admittedly, I kind of hated G but declining felt rude. And anything to take the edge off sounded good so I smiled politely and braced for the worst. Nodding, he raised his glass. “Cheers,” he said, then clinked and chugged it back in one great gulp with what I assume was the Viagra, inviting me to follow suit. Following his lead, I drank the poorly masked acrid flavour, downing it in two swigs. Grimacing as I set the cup down, I sunk down onto the bed and reached for my shoulders, peeling away the thick layers of clothing I’d come wrapped in. Wiping my damp face against the inside of the scratchy fabric as it slid past my smooth stomach, the hoodie pooled messily on the floor. Meanwhile, Chris licked his lips and undid his belt, pulling the leather strap from outside his jeans as his murky eyes watched me undress. As my pants and boxers fell down around my lightly haired legs, showing off my freshly shaven groin, I could feel the buzz on my skin from his eyes outlining me- tracing over my lithe form as he drew his mental image. Looking back at him, by comparison he was a giant- I was barely five foot eight, with dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and what could readily be described as a pallid complexion. Where my face was clean-shaven conceal my years, he wore his time with pride. I had no illusions that he was likely close to lapping both my weight and age; if I was a hundred and forty pounds, I estimated Chris at around two sixty. Maybe more. In his forties, if adam4adam was to be believed. In truth, I’d been very surprised when he’d even responded. But then we started talking and he rather directly advised that I was his type. And he was definitely mine. And despite the remnants of tina from a cloudy overcast, I could feel my cock twitch in anticipation. As he sat down next to me, I could feel the bed sag around him, displacing the mattress such that I popped up a bit. Pulling me close, I could see that his pupils were dilated like mine. I smiled. “Been having fun?” I joked. “Yeah, but just by myself tonight,” he replied, then all but dragged me onto his lap. Turning me around to face him, he seemed delighted to find how pliable and malleable my light body was in his hands, and I eagerly bent into his touch. “I’m glad we could fix that,” I returned wanly. He let out a chuckle. Digging his fingers into the smooth face of my ass, he began to peel the globes apart, making me shiver as I leaned against his chest. Then a probing finger touched my wet entrance. He paused. “What’s this?” My heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” I responded nervously. Instinctively my body moved to pull back, but then one of his hands rose and it was futile- like a steel cable across my back, locking me in place. “That,” I said slowly, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry, “That would be my ex.” A moment of silence fell upon us. The hand digging into my pucker pulled back and I managed to wrestle my face to the side. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at his paw, examining the sheen of translucent cum on the tip of his index finger. To my surprise, he licked it. “Hot,” he responded, then reached back down, gathering more of the viscous fluid that had just started to leak out slowly onto his jeans. Once satisfied, I felt the arm on my back ease up and he let me pull back, only to press the cum-soaked finger against my lips. My dick immediately sprang to life. “Was it any good?” he asked as my mouth accepted the offering, swirling the tongue around his fingertip as he watched me lap away Tom’s juices. As the finger left my mouth, I licked my lips. “It was... alright, I guess. Kind of rough.” “I see,” he returned softly. “You like rough?” My voice hitched. Oh if only you knew, my brain snickered. On the outside, my voice returned coyly, “Sometimes. Maybe. Depends on the other person.” “I see.” Then a pause. All I could really feel was his fingers stroking my back gently. I began to wonder if I’d done something wrong. “Chris?” I asked. “Are you sure about this?” he asked slowly, carefully. “Sure about what?” I echoed. And then suddenly I was facing the bedside table. Following his bicep to forearm to outstretched fingers, I spied the instruments from earlier—specifically the rigs. “This,” he clarified. Oh. That. My stomach knotted. I licked my lips. “I think so.” “Think?” he repeated. Heavy hands stroked my arm, soothing and warm. I nestled in closer, enjoying the arm around my waist. A moment passed. Then another. Words were suddenly tough. I opened my mouth to speak but everything snagged and I gave up, shutting my mouth as I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “Daniel...” he said gently, nearly making me jump. “It’s okay if you just want to smoke. We’re going to have a good time either way, right?” “I know but...” “But what?” he asked softly. Well, there it was; I wasn’t going to be allowed indecision here. And he had very graciously offered me a way out. My eyes wandered to the loaded pipe. The tina had melted into the lower hemisphere, giving it a pearly look. And in that pearly gloss there was something comfortably familiar to it. But as my gaze wandered back to the pair of syringes, all loaded and set aside for us, my heart pounded inside my chest. Excitement crept upon me. Sucking in a deep breath, I provided my answer before I could formulate a proper case against it. “I want to try it,” I admitted. “With you.” Chris stared at me for a good minute. Slowly, an eager smile spread across his face. “Good.” He almost sounded relieved. With the G beginning to hit me, a clumsy warmth had radiated outwards from my gut and sunk into the extremities where it settled. Messily, I shuffled off Chris’s lap, planting a kiss on his fuzzy cheek as I went. Rising from the bed, he gathered one of the syringes and looked around for a moment, brow furrowed in contemplation, before opening the drawer and retrieving a bright orange rubber strap and a pair of square swab packets. Settling down in front of me, kneeling to keep himself level, he tied the rubber band around my arm. “Make a fist.” Within a few moments, he’d found the vein. Tearing the packet with his front teeth, he wiped the faint bump with an alcohol swab and licked his lips, eyes narrowed in focus as the tip of the needle approached the raised flesh. “Let me know if it hurts. At all. Ok?” I nodded, sucking in a breath to brace myself. I didn’t like needles. Probably the main reason I hadn’t learned how to do this myself. Or done this. Well, that and Sam didn’t like them either. The prick through skin stung but only momentarily. Subsiding as quickly as it came, Chris glanced up at me, prompting me to shake my head. Nodding, he slowly he pulled back on the plunger, drawing a flash of blood. “Anything?” he asked. Once more I shook my head. “Good.” And then he pressed forward, unloading the chemicals into my arm. Wasting no time, he smoothly retracted the needle, placed a cotton-ball on the entry point, and released the orange band from my arm. “Arm up. Hold that. And lie back,” he instructed. Hand above my head, holding the ball in place as told, I sunk back onto the bed and wondered when it would hit me. It wasn’t long. Within maybe two seconds I could feel my skin flush, like I’d suddenly been plugged into the wall and electrocuted. Coursing over my arms, finding my chest and stomach, traveling down into my legs and toes, then all the way up my neck. Like a tingling, tickling fire the burning feeling built in my throat, rapidly reaching a fever pitch and I coughed hard, involuntarily releasing the cotton as I clutched my chest and heaved. With each retching gasp, pleasure ripped through my body, making me shake as I rode the wave. Above, Chris simply watched, smiling from ear to ear as I unraveled in front of him. Whether it was fifteen seconds or five minutes before I regained the ability to speak I do not know. What I do recall is what I said. “Holy fuck.” The remark was whispered as my hands moved on their own accord—up to my face, then down across my chest, and experimentally grazing my swollen nipples. Then they migrated south, detouring at my cock, exploring my twitching hole, and completing their lap by returning to my face. Everything twitched. My skin buzzed. And there was a ringing in my ears that made everything seem so close and far at the same time. “It’s... I can’t... oh my god...” I stammered, panting on the bed. In my head the apprehensions were melting away—reservations disappearing in a maelstrom of heat—leaving nothing but impulse, fantasy, and want. Everything felt like a good idea. Cum, piss, cocks, toys, fists, pain, humiliation- my mind jumped from idea to idea, pirouetting from scene to scene, electrified by the prospect of my current companion holding my hand as we delved into pig hell. Roaring through my mind, the need to be used like a fuck-toy all but raced through my head, liberated from its cage by the chemicals hijacking me. Peeling my hands away from my face, I turned to Chris. “It’s so much,” I whispered. To this, Chris chuckled, spotting his own vein as he aimed the syringe. “Just breathe, baby,” he instructed. “I’ll be there soon.” His cough was considerably less laboured. And as the strap fell away he began to undress, shucking his loose button-up over his shoulders, allowing me to see his powerful biceps and thick chest muscles that were loosely covered by red and gray hair. And, deliciously, a pair hairy armpits that reeked with sweat. Reflexively, I licked my lips. Then he began to remove his jeans, unfastening the button and sliding them past his hairy legs as he removed them with his boxers. He was already getting hard- between his legs sat a chubby cock, nestled in a patch of red hair and two huge, low-hanging balls. Resting his weight on his forearm, he settled on his side next to me. “So,” he asked, licking his fingers before pressing his hand against my chest. “How are you feeling?” The bass tones of his voice were lightened by amusement as his finger and thumb found one of my swollen nipples. Inhaling sharply as he rolled them between his heavy digits, I let out a yelp as he gave a quick squeeze. Finding my bearings, riding the exhilarating pleasure, I managed to suck in a lungful of air. “Amazing,” I breathed, rising from the bed, biting my lip as I took in his full naked body- from his huge hands to his growing dick, to the powerful centre that connected them all. Imagining my holes used like sleeves for every part sticking out of him—a human waste receptacle for his cum and piss. Someone’s boy to use. His boy to use. “Better than puffing it?” he teased, grinning from ear to ear. “Definitely,” I agreed. “Good,” he growled, pulling me close in a crushing kiss. Breathless as we broke away, I felt giddy. Suckling his neck, I moved in close, balancing myself on my knees around one of his resting thighs. I needed to taste him. Reaching gently for one of his arms, I touched the thin layer of fur, then lightly lifted it with his assistance above his head and dug my tongue into his hairy pit. With him palming the back of my head to pull me closer, I inhaled the heavy, musky smell and my body jolted with excitement. Lapping at the sweaty, salty, acidic flavour I drank greedily until there was nothing left and let out a pleading noise. Above, he chuckled throatily and released my face as the other arm rose in an invitation that I was happy to accept. Electing to not grip my head this time, his free hand found its way to my ass-cheeks, squeezing them hard enough to make me yelp as I continued to service him. Between the smooth globes his fingers crawled, teasing my hole as it traced the outside, gathering the leaking cum. Shifting my weight, I arched my back, inviting the finger for closer inspection. Still slightly slick with Sam’s load, his ring finger pushed onwards roughly, making every nerve tingle. But all I could think was more. “Please,” I begged. “Please what, boy?” he teased, extracting the intruding digit only to thrust it back inside. Pulling away from his pit, I looked at the heavy, hungry expression that had overtaken Chris’s initially welcoming features. Something distinctly dark had taken over his face—the same unhinged need the chemicals had unleashed in myself, but funneled through his want to control. My chest fluttered in delight. “I want you to use me,” I whispered. “To fuck me. To fill me.” Studying my face, all twisted with need, his dilated eyes narrowed slightly, his breathing soft and slow. “I’m gonna do a lot more than that, Daniel.” My breathing hitched. “I know,” I whispered. “I’m gonna ruin you,” he growled, burying his face in my neck, sucking the soft skin as he bit down. I let out a groan, feeling the skin tingle as his teeth sunk. Traveling up to my ear, he licked as he went, nipping my earlobe before settling his mouth just outside. I could hear his heavy panting and it made me crackle with excitement. “And you’d just let me, wouldn’t you,” he hissed, digging his finger deeper, coating it in Sam’s splooge, wriggling it to ease it in to the knuckle. “I bet you’d let a hundred guys fuck you if I wanted.” “And then some,” I agreed softly. “Two at a time even, all snug inside your little boy hole, just to make sure everyone’s served,” he growled as he pulled back only to slip his middle finger inside alongside, making sure I felt the stretching as his fingernail scraped against my insides. “As many as you’d want to fit,” I whimpered, revelling in the burn as he worked my hole. His voice made a rumble of appreciation. “Get that hole open, puffy, and swollen. Just oozing with cum,” he hissed, turning his fingers as he spoke. “Running down your legs in streams.” “Stuffing it back inside me with your hands,” I whispered, my heartbeat quickening as the words formed. “Shoving it into my guts with your arm. Cleaning every cock that blows inside me with my mouth.” Groaning, his fingers left my ass and were quickly shoved into my mouth. Nursing them, my tongue swirled around the faint taste of my juices mixed with the salty, musky flavour of Sam. All the while, his expression darkened, his teeth coming together. Glancing down, I saw his cock stood upright, thick veins bulging up every inch of the beer-can shaft, leading up towards a mushroom head leaking pre-cum. Pulling away from the fingers I sunk down, arching my back as my legs stretched to balance my body on my hands and knees. Up close I estimated him at approaching nine inches, maybe eight-and-a-half. Inhaling through my nose I took in the pungent aroma of dried piss mixed with sweat and his natural musky odour. Entranced, my mouth opened, drawing the head inside as my hand reached to grip the thick shaft. Making a noise of appreciation, he opened his legs a bit, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head gently. Now, full disclosure—I am far from the best at blowjobs in the universe. And in many positions I frequently have trouble deep-throating. But in the moment, with the tina racing through me, I thought I could do anything and I found myself relaxing my jaw, easing the muscles and sliding down on him as best I could. It was somewhat successful. Letting out a groan as his head pressed my throat muscles, not quite unclenched enough or at the best angle for passage, his shaft slipped and slid along my wet mouth. My glands were working overtime, pumping out saliva as I dragged my tongue from trunk to top, swirling around his glans as I came up. Up and down I went, swallowing the excess spit as his hand guided me with gentle pressure. “Wait,” he grunted. Popping up for air, I awaited further instruction as he released my head and pointed to my crotch. “Bring that ass here,” he ordered. Obediently, I turned around, balancing on my hands and knees. Setting my legs around his thick torso, his back sunk into the mattress. Shuffling along until my mouth was lined up a perfect forty five degree angle with his cock and my ass stood above his pecs, his hands reached up, gripping my ass-cheeks hard as he spread them wide. The bed creaked—reacting to him rising—and I lowered my open mouth back onto his cock as his face pushed into my crack, beard scratching the inside of my cheeks as he dug in. Locked in his powerful grip, I inhaled through my nose, relaxing my throat as I measured the angle and aligned myself accordingly. And then I went slid down, feeling his cock brush against the back of my gullet. Easing up further, the entrance opened, allowing him to push past my throat muscles with a slight raise of his hips as I buried my nose in his pubes. Letting out of a guttural groan as I took him to the root, I could feel the sound vibrate against my ass, making me tingle with anticipation as my throat worked his massive rod. Meanwhile, he paused momentarily to stare at my just-leaking hole, before his wide tongue gave one long, slow lick against my puckered opening, sending shivers up my spine as I fucked my face on him. “Fucking hot hole,” he growled, then dug in, all but mashing his face into me. Scratching around my hole with his beard in the best way possible his thick tongue plunged into the load left by Sam. Sucking and slurping, making my ass as wet as he could as he sought depth I lost focus, tingling from end to end, and pulled up involuntarily to nurse his head. Below, his hips bucked. Right. Refocusing despite the warmth and tingling in my hole, I relaxed once more, breathing through my nose as I took him down. Pulling away from my hole for just a moment, he gave my ass a slam. “Tastes so good,” he rumbled, then dug back in. Slick with spit, acclimatizing to the motion and high as a kite, I got bolder. Pulling all the way up his head, I’d spend a moment focusing there, then lower myself and push past the throat muscles, holding him down as I swallowed around him. Then repeat. Following this rhythm, he’d dig hard, using his index and middle fingers to pry me open as he tried to stuff his whole tongue up my ass. Then as I came up he’d pull back, lapping at the salty cum, spit, and ass-juices that he’d displaced. Punctuating with the odd nip or bite against my cheeks, or stinging slap against my ass, we continued like this for several minutes—maybe five, maybe ten, it’s hard to say. Our cadence was broken by him pushing my waist off his body. “Get up,” he instructed. Pulling my mouth away from his cock, I looked over my shoulder. Face red, he was breathing was hard. “I want you to sit on it.” Crawling forward, I straddled his lap as he sat up. Guiding his cock to my slick hole, his hand grabbed my back and pulled me into a deep kiss, making me taste the mix of his spit, my ass, and Sam’s salty cum as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Meanwhile, my hand gripped his slippery cock, holding it in my hand as it rubbed against my entrance. Briefly, Chris pulled away from the kiss. Reaching over to the bedside table his arm dug haphazardly through the contents of the drawer until he retrieved a tube of silicon lube and a small bottle of poppers. Popping the lids he greased his shaft and held the poppers below my nostrils, encouraging me to inhale. As the heat blossomed in my chest it mingled with the existing high and made my whole body shiver, muscles melting into putty. Meanwhile he capped the poppers and set them aside, placing his hands back to my sides. “Breathe and sit,” he commanded, then sunk back onto the mattress, placing his hands on my waist to hold me in place. Slowly, I began to lower myself. Despite being wet with spit, lube, and cum, it still took effort to accommodate him. Pushing past the sphincter, he slid in, stretching as my muscles groaned and ached at the intrusion. Gasping, I set my hands on his stomach, shutting my eyes as I took a deep breath. “It’s so much,” I whimpered. “I know, baby. Just breathe,” he encouraged. It was a slow process—I had no doubts that my guts had been roughed up but in a twisted way it made me want it more. Below, he’d stroke my sides reassuringly, telling me how good of a boy I was as I slid down inch by inch. Finally I felt it—the pubic hair rubbing against my pucker. I opened my eyes and glanced below. “It’s all there,” I breathed. “I know,” he confirmed, grinning from ear to ear. “How do you feel?” he asked. I shifted my hips. “Full,” I said blithely. “Very full. But good.” “Good,” he echoed. Reaching to the side, he retrieved the poppers. “Take some,” he instructed, handing them off to me. “I’m going to start moving.” Nodding, I uncapped the lid and took two long, heavy inhales on each side and focused on the feeling in my ass—each inch stretching my hole around him. In time with the heat spreading through my body, his hands returned their grip to my waist making my hips shift—as if doing so would help him get in further. Above I closed the bottle and tossed it aside. Pausing to appreciate the depth, we both stared at each other for just moment. Then slowly, I raised my hips only to come slamming down on him as his vice-like grip pulled at the exact moment his hips jerked in a brutal thrust. Establishing this as our rhythm, my legs rose once more. On cue, his legs pumped as his arms yanked me back down. Letting out a cry, I settled into the pace, holding onto him as we pushed onwards. Buried so far down that his balls slapped up against me as he pounded, my cock was only half-hard from the tina but it didn’t stop it from leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. Battering my prostate, all but forcing the fluid out of me, he drove in harder and harder with every shove. More. Please, God, more. All the while, Chris kept his eyes locked on mine, growling intermittently as he fucked Sam’s cum deeper into my ass. “Fucking slut,” he snarled, his hips lurching as he buried himself into me. “Seeing someone before me.” Another thrust, making my guts stretch as I gasped. “Took his load.” Thrust. “Then came right here for more.” Another thrust and I found myself breaking apart, dissolving into whimpers on top of him. “Yes,” I moaned. “Could have just come here,” he growled. “Instead made me wait all fucking day for you. But you needed his load, didn’t you?” “I did,” I gasped. “Sleazy, slutty boy. Coming over with some man’s load up your ass. Just can’t help yourself.” I couldn’t make words. He was so deep. Practically punching my prostate with his cock-head, I let out a noise halfway between a gurgle and a groan, covering my face with my hands as he took control of the pace. “Isn’t. This. Better.” Each word was punctuated with a brutal thrust. Knocked off balance, I threatened to tumble over and was forced me to lean forwards, pressing my hands against his pecs for support. “So much better,” I wailed. “Fucking right it is.” And with that, he gripped harder, digging his fingers into my sides—I had no illusions there would be bruises later—and pushed our combined weight forward. Letting out a yelp as I toppled over, my back hit the mattress. Then he gathered my legs and pulled them above his shoulders, dragging me up so he had a forty-five degree angle to drive into my hole. I couldn’t tell you how long he fucked me like that for—I just remember holding onto the bed and moaning as he pumped in and out of me, rocking my hips to meet his thrusts because I couldn’t get him far enough inside me. And then the furrowing of his brow as he shut his eyes and grit his teeth, signalling the end of the moment as he let out a guttural roar, slamming into me as far as he could. Inside I felt the delicious wet warmth spread inside my ass making my heart race as my legs squeezed him and my arms came up to hold onto him. My face buried itself in his neck. Being careful not to crush me under his weight, Chris came down, eyes shut, propping himself up on his forearms for support. My stomach was wet. More precum had been fucked out of me. I was even almost hard. And as we pulled away, and he opened his eyes, his mouth parted slightly, panting, studying me. “Slut,” he said softly. Through laboured breathing, I nodded. “My slut,” he corrected. And with that remark we reached a mutual understanding—that this was the price of admission for more. Gazing up into his murky blue eyes, my breath caught in my throat. Covered in our mingled sweat, skin pulsing with electricity, heart racing with chemically induced emotion, we both already knew my answer. “Your slut,” I agreed.

Just got saved lol. i've had this new service for about 6 months where i get my HIV meds delivered to my house, not mail, but courier. i've considered changing it because i could easily pick it up from the pharmacy like i did before the new service, but the guy who delivers it is a cute guy on several levels for me (personality is a big deal for me if it's not just a hook up). Anyway, i've wanted to present my ass to this guy from the first time He delivered, but alas, i think He is only delivering meds. He's really friendly and always hangs out and talks, and this time i was determined to see if He might be into guys... but i think He's just friendly. He mentioned His wife several times, which of course doesn't mean He isn't into guys, but it did hit my pause button and save me from possibly stripping in front of Him today. Maybe next month the ban will be lifted. fuck, i really wanna guy.

I clipped and pasted two portions of your great story, as to me they describe the essence of who and what we are, what we need, and what we'll do for it, whether seeking conversion or not. Oink!

2nd one from the right is 'my guy' !

Every one of them except the blonde lol

Love the idea of meeting a guy for sex, him tie me down, then like 5+guys show up and use me for days.

I agree. The thickness is the bigger challenge. I can take an xxlong dick like a champ. No problem at all. But if it's xxthick, I may need some extra lube, some extra poppers and he might have to go a little slower in the beginning for me to loosen up.

The one at stage left, with the eyebrows. Oh, my yes! Missionary so I can see those eyebrows... all night long, please! I might have a wee bit of a fetish for eyebrows. It's possible.

I'm definitely a cheater to. Love to sick my dick in other guys.

The cleaner in the office and I got chatting about social distancing and bugs whilst was cleaning the gents toilet on Friday last week. Anyway, he lots of wipes and both wore masks and we thought what the fuk! Got an Indian load in my arse and a disinfectant wipe down afterwards. I now know his schedule for cleaning during the Lockdown and gotta not work-from-home one those days.

Rye was a tall good looking guy, he had been in the Army and was muscled, tatted with a baby face. He was very popular with the ladies and had not issue getting laid. He like one night stands and women who had been with him described their encounters as physical and rough. There are a few women who called it rape or forced but Rye shrugged it off, he told buds and and even an officer that came to visit him that she wanted it and begged him and now she is fucking saying I raped her. That is fucking bullshit, you know how women are. The older officers agreed and Rye in his charming way got them to not file a report and to tell the woman it was Rye's word against her's and there was nothing they could do. Rye had abducted women before when he was out of the county and used them and released them and he had done it once in the states when he was on vacation in the mountains at a cabin. He was determined to not get another visit from the police and decided that building a safe room in his basement was what he needed to do now that he had his own place and he began to build it out. The basement had the plumbing for a toilet and a sink near an center wall. Rye built a cage floor to ceiling out of Iron rails much like a prison cage. He also welded hooks to the bars and cemented several in the floor to be able to chain a woman once he had one in his home. The basement was sound proofed and the loudest music could not be heard from outside or even upstairs. Rye was growing sexually frustrated and decided to go on a trip to release some pressure. He need to use and control a woman and control her as he used her as his fuck doll with no care for whether she enjoyed it or wanted it. Rye drove two hours to Denver and rented a hotel room for Friday through Monday. He picked up a woman cheating on her husband the first night. He had been talking to her and he was as sweet as he could be when they met downstairs in the lobby but once inside the room he grabbed her by the throat at pinned her against the wall and told her she was nothing but a cheating slut and if she did not want her husband to know she was cheating she would shut the fuck up and get undressed. When he let her go she undressed as Rye watched and tight worked out body and then he grabbed a ball gag and fastened it on her mouth and led her to the bathroom and put her in the shower and gave her an enema to clean her out. She shook her head and protested in her muffled way and he cleaned her up and then led to the bed and pushed her down and put restraints on her wrist and tied her to the bed. Rye told her how hot she looked and the she was going to have the time of her life, she shook her head no but Rye ignored her and went down on her eating her out and soon she came and he stood up and undressed and showed his married slut his muscled body and tats. Taunted her and told her he could tell she wanted to touch him and feel his chest, then he pulled his pants off and revealed a thick 10" dick. He had told her he was hung and a bit more then 8" but not that the was carrying a club that would stretch and wreck her pussy and ass. Rye fucked and loaded her ass and pussy several time and then unfastened her and made her pose for him and he snapped pictures of her ass and pussy with cum in it and his cheating mistress sucking his dick before telling her to get dressed and go home to hubby. If you say anything about this these pictures are going to your husband, I have his cell number from your phone. He called while you were taking it up the ass the first time. I want him to eat my cum out of your pussy and the next time you cheat on your hubby I want you to take some BBC. He feel asleep feeling totally satisfied and went on the hung the next day for his new prey. He spent ever hours trying to locate a suitable subject and finally ran into a young woman who had just moved to town. She had just rented a furnished room at a less desirable pay by the week motel four blocks away. He invited her to dinner and she declined to come up for the night. They talked on the phone for a few hours that night and he found out she did not know anyone in town and she was going to start looking for a job in the city. He asked her to go site seeing and they spent the day together. They had dinner and some wine at the restaurant and Rye told her he would have to go home for the week but would be back next weekend to see her. She told him she would love that, they talked some more and when Tina got up and went to the rest room he put some g in her glass. They talked a bit ore and he asked her to come to the the room to talk and she reluctantly agreed. When they arrived he watched as the more they talked the more she groggy she became. He went over and sat next her her and slowly positioned her on the pillow and started to take off her clothes. She had a beautiful body with big tits, they felt natural and a thin little frame. Hairless pussy and a tight body and she looked very inexperienced sexually. He rubbed her clit and got her wet and then slide his finger in her and she was fucking tight. Jackpot, he decided that she would come home with him instead of just having a night or two of fun. He took lots of pictures and then around 4 AM he slipped on her clothes and went down to grab his bat bag and emptied it and slipped her in it after getting back to the room. Grabbed a luggage dolly and wheeled her out to the SUV. Lifted her in and wheeled the dolly back to the lobby. He did not check out as he planned on driving back to the city and creating an alibi. They drove the two hours and it was still dark when he pulled up and he carried Tina in and again undressed her and took her to the basement and chained her to the cage and fed her a sleeping pill and then locked it. He had a camera he could see on his phone so he could keep an eye on her while he was gone. He raced back to the hotel and pulled up at 9:30 AM and made sure staff saw him as he stumbled in like he had been out drinking and went to bed. Slept and put the do no disturb sign out and woke up at 11 AM and he got dressed and headed to check out. He made a big deal about checking out and flirted with the two check out staff and told them they needed to party when he was back in town. Then he left and drove home, He had checked the video and she had not moved much but he knew she would be waking up naked soon on a blanket chained and he wanted to see her as that all unfolded. He got home and made in the house and he was able to turn the TV on and watch Tina as she started to come out of her sleep and he caught her as she tried to figure out where she was and how she got there. She started to call for help and scream but only Rye could her her. He finally muted the tv and watched as she tried to get out of the chain attached to her angle. It was locked in a metal clasp and would not go anywhere. She finally after six hours gave up and slept. She was worn out. While she was sleeping and in the dark Rye brought her a power bar and water. She did not realize until Rye turned on some music and small light. She looked around to see but he had already left and she ate the bar and drink the water and then pleaded for help. In the morning she found a note. You may need to go to the rest room, there is a five gallon bucket in the corner. If you can hold it to 1 PM; I will unlock the cage and you may find your way to the toilet and shower just outside the cage. Clean up and dry off and then go immediately back into your cage. If you disobey you will be punished. She held it till 1 PM and the cage was unlocked by a man in all black with a ski mask. She cried for help and he turned and walked away and she used the toilet and took a shower and dried off. While she was showering a note along with two toys were placed at the opening where food was slide though. The note read, pleasure yourself, use only one of the toys. You may try each for a short time but only use one! When the national anthem starts you will start to pleasure yourself. You must use the toy till you cum no mater how long it takes. Once you cum, you must immediately put the toy back and stop pleasing yourself. Tina, sat there and began to cry, Rye turned the music on and Tina did not move. The music stopped and he told her in a muffled voice, fucking grab the toy and please yourself or you will regret it. She stopped crying out of fear and grabbed the wand and began to rub her pussy and she was soon wet and moaning. She inserted the toy while it vibrated on her clit and she soon came hard. She lingered a bit but pulled it out and put it on the tray and sat there with her legs wide open touching herself. She soon came again by rubbing her clit. Andre turned the lights off and came and replaced the toys with food and water and a pill. Take the pill, show the camera with your tongue and then swallow it. Then eat baby girl! Tina thought fuck, I am not your baby girl that is sick! She feel asleep and woke up in the morning on a fuck bench with a blindfold on restrained and cold. ....... More to come

Being home from work for all these weeks, with little to do, I've spent a lot of time on all my usual sex websites and phone apps. Mostly just out of boredom and habit. However, I have been actively social distancing. I have no intentions of hooking up at the moment. I haven't left my house but just a few times to go to the grocery store, in the last 3 weeks. I haven't had sex in probably 5 weeks. It's killing me. I'm horny as hell. But this is too serious. What's amazing me, is that I'm getting hits online and on the phone apps in record numbers. Two of my regulars are pissed at me, because I've told them I'm not "playing" until this virus has become manageable. Come on, guys. We need to be responsible. And not put other's lives at risk for our own pleasures. Stay home, jack off and we'll get through this. I can't wait to get back to my piggy behavior. But, until then, my only partner will be PornHub and X Tube.

I have been good in all ways now for three weeks but am going to break quarantine this evening. Guy hit me up yesterday on BBRT and wants to fuck me. At first I resisted, but then we started texting each other and my defenses dropped. Made a date for this evening for me to be bred. Wish me luck. Oink!

Have sex in the dark. Make sure he is lying back on the bed while you crouch between his legs to give him deep oral service. Deliberately go too deep so that you choke up some mucous onto your hand (don't gunk up his pubic hair). Spread that excellent lubricant evenly over his penis with your mouth and hand. Then, while stroking his slick shaft in one hand, quickly raise your body over it and impale yourself, taking his entire length into your cunt in one motion. Once he's buried in your guts, he won't want to pull out.

Part 2; No sooner had his tongue made contact with my beautiful lesion my now flaccid Dick became rock hard in a Heart Beat! Seeing his sweet young innocent looking face and his juicy lips around my shaft as he licked obediently was turning me on immensely to the point I was now oozing pre cum. 'Put your hands behind your back, open your mouth, keep it open, and look up at me'. 'Yes Sir'. I slowly smeared my Dirty pre cum on his juicy lips. His submissive gaze said 'you own me', which turned me on even more. I was now really leaking a lot of pre cum. 'Lick my juice boy, show it to me on your tongue, and swallow it'. As he done this multiple times I repeatedly spat on his face. 'You Dirty cunt'. He nodded. I ordered him onto his back, head on the pillow, where I reconnected the wrist to ankle restraints. I knelt by his head, rolled on a slim fit condom over my thick toxic shaft, unrolled all of the remaining part of the condom over my balls and the cockring. Using a slim fit condom instead of standard size makes it really tight. For a good 15 Minutes I kept on generously lubing up my latex covered shaft and balls with Apricot oil, repeatedly pulling very tightly so my cock head looked shiny and smooth, as almost as if it were Bare! I kept on scratching at the latex covering my balls, and eventually the latex just melted away. I immediately positioned myself at his exposed cunt, pulled the condom tightly over my shaft, and penetrated him only a few inches when I heard two sweet sounds. A gasp of pleasure, and that snapping sound when a condom breaks. I pulled out, slipping my finger between my bare dick and the condom just to watch it fall away from my dick, it hanging all tattered and ruined from my cockring. I started to penetrate him again, VERY slowly, enjoying watching and feeling every mm of my Bare Dick slide past his tight pink flesh, to invade and corrupt his cunt deep within. I was almost half way. My lesion now just touching his innocent pink flesh. I stopped for a few minutes, to take in the wonder of the intense contrast. Enough. I slid in balls deep, allowing my body to fall in-between his restrained ankles/wrists, coming face to face. Staying impaled I very slowly rocked, feeling his warm wet cunt embracing my now Bare Shaft! 'Would you like to try some Tina as a pre Birthday treat boy?' 'Yes please Sir'. I pulled out. As I unrestrained him again he noticed the tattered ruined condom from my cockring. 'The condom broke. Did you cum Sir'. 'No boy. I still have a 2 month load to unleash'. 'You haven't cum in 2 months?' 'No'. Truth is, I hadn't. I had been feeling rather rotten. I went and got various bits; some more drinks, etc, when coming back into my play room I saw the cute lad had hopped off from the rubber mattress, and was now lying back on the sling, with a big old grin on his face. I made him drink a large glass of water to ensure he stayed hydrated. I put a tourniquet on his arm, made him stay still and hold out his arm, and gave him his first ever hit of Tina. He very soon started writhing, groaning, holding onto the sling, repeating over and over again; 'Fuck me Sir, Fuck me Sir, Fuck me Sir, just stick your dick in me'. I was holding a huge piss, and wanted to continue to do so for the time being, so, we played with an inflatable dildo, which really started to make him looser. Loose is as HOT as tight. The toothbrush didn't lie as I shoved it back in him, and this time no 'Ouches', and his cunt was no longer gripping it. I gave his cunt a good firm brushing. I knelt before the sling, and slipped in 3 fingers very easily now. I moved them side to side, in and around, very vigorously, causing very loud moans, and squelching. Pulling his increasingly gaping hole apart I got my tongue inside his cunt, swirling around, alternating between tongue fucking him and vigorously triple finger fucking him. Part 3 to follow...

Daddy leaned forward and slipped his thick tongue (so may things of Daddy's are soooooo thick!!) into the pig's open panting mouth! The tweaked up cumslut sucked Daddy's tongue in with a loud groan of lust. I watched them making out for a few moments while I watched Daddy's hips swiveling slightly, pressing his leaking bare POZ cock more firmly against the hungry bottom's wet ass lips. Daddy pulled back just far enough to give me room to place the pipe between his lips and light it for him. Trevor watched with hungry numb eyes as Daddy inhaled deeply, looking directly into the pig's eyes as he filled his lungs full. When he had all he could hold, he looked at me and nodded letting me know that it was time, then he leaned down and placing his lips on Trevors, proceeded to give him a huge shotgun. As this started, I leaned down to Trevor's ear and whispered loud enough for him and Daddy to hear, "It's time pig. Take Daddy's BIG "toy"! Enjoy it!" At that exact moment, I grabbed onto the boi's shoulders to hold him down as I watched Daddy's hips pull back a fraction, then move forward forcefully, pushing his raw, thick POZ cock into Trevor's virgin neg chemmed-up hole. The boy's eyes flew open wide even as he was taking the shotgun as he felt the hard fat Daddy dick penetrate his ass lips and begin entering where no dick had ever been. He tried to thrash but between my hands on his shoulders and Daddy laying on top of him, his efforts were useless. "That's what you wanted, isn't it boi?", I asked him. "Something BIG to fill you up completely? That's what our leather Daddy is giving you. Just what you begged for. Feel it open you up. Feel it fill your hole. Enjoy it, pig. Daddy is giving you pleasure...and so much more!" As I finished, Daddy pulled his lips from Trevor's and smiled darkly at the boi beneath him, being impaled on Daddy's lethal cock. Before Daddy ccould say anything, Trevor, blew out a huge cloud from the shotgun and yelled out, "Oh, fuck, Daddy! It's too big! Take it out! Please!! I don't think I can take it! Oh gawd, it's so big!!" Daddy stopped the movement of his hips and looked into the pig's black eyes. "You said you wanted something big, boi. Daddy wants to please you just like you want to please him. I'm giving you my big hard toy to fill up your hole, to stretch you wide and deep. Take it boi. Make your Daddy happy..and I promise you I'll give you things you never even imagined. Breathe deep and look into my eyes. Let your need take over. Me and my pig boy are here to please you as you please us." I slid the pipe back between his lips and lit it, delighting in the way he automatically began inhaling. "That's it, pig", Daddy said softly and seductively. "Suck that smoke in. Let it help you enjoy the first of many of Daddy's gifts. Give in to your needs." I pulled the pipe from Trevor's lips and watched him slowly blow out a thick white cloud. "Oh fuck, Daddy, it's so huge...and hard. I didn't think it would hurt so much...but...but....fuck it feels good too! I can feel my hole opening and wanting it. Oh yes, Daddy. Oh fuck yeah! Fuck that hard big toy into my ass! Fill me up!! Oh fuck yessssssssssssss!!" "You got it, pig!", Daddy croaked and slammed the remaining inches into the cumwhore's awakening hole!

My intention is to wrap this fucker up ASAP, pghpigbtm -- just one or two more entries and it should be complete. But...right this minute? I've got three anonymous loads in my slammed-up hole, and poz seed is my favorite brand of lube. So: that means I'm heading out to the cruisy park as we speak. I can tell you, though, that I've already started the next installment -- 'cuz I'm ready to see this Dalton kid corrupted like he fuckin' deserves.

PART 8 – NOT A FAG “Fuck yeah, buddy,” I replied, picking up the pipe and motioning toward the back patio. “We’ll definitely smoke some more. But first, let’s see what Brian and Jesse are up to.” Dalton grabbed my arm, taking a half-step backward. “Wait, bro. I just want to be clear about one thing.” “What’s that, bud?” “I know you guys are gay, and that’s cool. I’m totally cool with that. Really. And look, I’m fine hanging out naked if we’re gonna smoke some more of that shit. But…I’m not—well…” “You’re not what?” “I’m not…a fag, OK?” “Sorry—what?” “I said I’m not a fag, bro.” “Ah. No problem, buddy—works for me. Not a fag? OK, then you’re not a fag.” “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. Like I said, I’m cool with you guys. But I have a girlfriend, and I'm not into dick. OK?” “I understand, buddy. There’s plenty of faggot to go around this afternoon, so I’m cool with you just hanging out—in, you know, a non-faggoty way.” “Great. Thanks.” Dalton’s face relaxed into a sheepish smile. Then he glanced down at his cock, which seemed to be doing everything in its power to close the distance between us—stretching a good eight or nine inches away from his flat stomach, throbbing in my direction as it curved slightly upward, a bead of precum forming at the piss-slit. He laughed appreciatively, causing his dick to twitch. “I guess that smoke makes me pretty horny, huh?” “That’s the best thing about it, buddy. It makes all of us fuckin' horny.” I reached over to the counter and grabbed a shot of G, adding a little Gatorade to it, then told Dalton to drink up. “This shit tastes a little nasty, so make sure to follow it with a chaser.” He nodded and threw the shot back, grimacing as he grabbed the bottle of Gatorade and took a giant gulp. “Dude, what the fuck was that?” I smiled to myself, always relishing those moments when boys ask questions when it's already too late. “Just something called G, bud,” I replied, doing my best to sound casual. “It’s sort of like a strong shot of Jägermeister.” “Fuck, that better be a lot stronger than Jäger, dude. That was fuckin’ disgusting.” “Trust me, buddy.” I said, placing a hand on his shoulder as I felt the heat radiate from his young, muscled body—all those chems just beginning to do their work. “Just trust me, OK?” He nodded, and I led him out to the patio, where my favorite faggots were hard at work: Brian was sitting in one of the deck chairs, his dick lodged deep inside Jesse’s hole. Jesse squatted over him, his shoulderblades pressed against Brian’s chest, craning his neck back for a deep, sloppy kiss. Meanwhile, Brian wrapped his hairy, muscular arms around the jockboy’s smooth body, both of them lost in the glazed-eye twilight of a deep chemfuck. My attention immediately went to Jesse’s ass as it stretched around Brian’s poz dick, the boy’s chem-fueled fuckhole hungrily pulsing in a deep, steady rhythm. I glanced over at Dalton, who had clearly noticed the same thing. “Holy fuck,” he said under his breath, absent-mindedly reaching down to grab his dick. The sound of his voice—deeper than usual, with just a hint of a growl—immediately brought Brian and Jesse to attention. “Fuck! I'm so fuckin' sorry, Dalton,” said Jesse, doing his best to sound ashamed while keeping that raw dick firmly lodged in his hungry hole. “We didn’t mean to freak you out. Is this OK?” “Yeah, it’s cool, buddy,” Dalton said hoarsely, trying to signal his approval with an awkward wave of his hand. “Gay shit doesn’t bug me, bro. You know that.” “Well, that’s a good thing, straightboy,” Brian replied, his eyes locked on Dalton’s. “Because this gay shit won’t be stopping anytime soon. There’s no fuckin’ way I’m pulling out of this boy’s hole until he’s dripping with my cum.” Dalton hesitated for a moment, lost in the intensity of Brian’s stare, before letting out a forced laugh. “Hey, do your thing, bro. Just don’t count on me joining in.” “Fine by me, dude,” Jesse replied. “More dick for this faggot.” “That’s right boy,” Brian said to him, thrusting his cock just a little deeper. “Now show me what a hungry chempig you really are.” The two of them dissolved back into a kiss, and Dalton and I stared at Brian’s fat dick as it grew fatter still, stretching that boyhole even wider than before. “It’s all good,” I said to Dalton in a low, quiet, even voice, reaching over to squeeze his shoulder—and causing his cock to jerk upward with another twitch. “Why don’t you head inside, and I’ll find you some good pussy porn?” “Fuck, that sounds good to me,” he said with relief, seemingly unable to stop staring at Jesse’s pulsing fuckhole as it milked the precum from Brian’s poz cock. “But hey: weren’t we gonna smoke first, bro?” “Oh, damn! My bad, buddy. Here you go.” Once again, I held the pipe to his lips and heated the bowl, letting the tip of my cock graze his outer thigh as I whispered instructions to this newest chempig-in-training. And once again, he inhaled a lungful of smoke, leaning his head back and blowing a giant cloud—his hips countering with a slow, sensual forward-thrust of his cock. I fed him two more hits after that, each time letting my dick rest a little more firmly against his leg. Then I gave him a friendly smack on the ass and told him to meet me inside. As Dalton walked away, Brian moaned softly, his eyes following the rise and fall of our Neighbor Boy’s muscled ass. “Please tell me I get to fuck that boy now,” he said under his breath. “I can’t fuckin’ hold back any more.” “You will—don’t worry,” I replied. “But first we need to solve a tiny problem.” “What’s that?” “Well, see…he’s not a faggot. According to him, anyway.” “That’s nothing new,” said Brian. “True. I’ve seen dudes with sloppy asses dripping 10 fresh loads, yet still claiming to be straight.” “Fuck that. We’ll make this boy a faggot, and make him fuckin’ like it. We just need to help him see things…our way.” “Ah: the power of persuasion.” “Fuck no,” Brian replied. “The power of a nice fat slam.”

Part 2 “So you just let him fuck you, right there in his kitchen?” Luke’s friend asked over brunch several hours later. “Yeah. It was so fucking hot.” Luke had determined that the experience was one to be bragged about, a badge on his sexual resume. “Animalistic, really. He just ripped my pants down, ate my ass, and fucked me. No questions, no small talk, just hot fucking sex with the biggest dick I’ve ever known.” He failed to mention it had been a bareback fuck. “Think you’ll see him again?” “Maybe. I’d like to. I think I’m realizing that I’m into older guys like him. And god he’s ripped.” Luke didn’t provide a full detailed description of Steve – no mention of the tattoos or the piercings or the general leather daddy/kick-someone’s-ass vibe of him. But really, whether Luke was to see Steve again was not a question for Luke to have the answer – the ball was always in Steve’s court. Across town, Steve was getting some more ink: this time, a scorpion tattoo above his pubic line. “We knew as soon as you made eye contact you’d be shooting a load in that guy later.” Billy said responsive to Steve’s tale of fucking Luke a few hours before. Billy had been with Steve at the leather bar the night before and outside afterward when Steve saw his latest conquest. “Damn he had the best, fuzzy bubble butt I’ve seen. I coulda eaten it for days.” “He mention condoms or anything?” Billy asked, knowing Steve only fucked raw. “Nope. Kinda surprised me that he didn’t, seeming so clean cut preppy and all.” “Think you knocked him up?” Steve grinned. “If not last night, I will soon for sure.” Walking home with his new ink covered, Steve texted Luke: “I need your ass again. Today. When can you be at my place?” Luke responded “Great to hear from you. Can’t stop thinking about last night. I can be there in an hour.” And so he was, showing up at Steve’s door wearing a tank top, mesh shorts, a jock strap, and sneakers. Steve let him in, and not five feet inside the door had pushed him down to his knees and inserted his huge flaccid dick into Luke’s beautiful mouth. Steve’s dick grew hard in Luke’s mouth as Luke demonstrated what a good cocksucker he was. He worked Steve’s entire thick, long, veiny shaft. Whenever he got to Steve’s dick’s head, he’d tongue the pre-cum. He was already addicted to its salty, manly goodness. He sucked Steve’s big, hairy balls. He deep throated his dick to the point of gagging on it. He was in heaven devouring the monster dick that had destroyed his ass just 12 hours earlier. Did he taste his own ass on it? Maybe. Finally, Luke noticed Steve’s balls and legs tense, and a torrent of cum spurt into his mouth. Steve held Luke’s head in position, his dick deep in his conquest’s throat. Luke swallowed round after round of the ropey jism that sprayed into his mouth, looking up dutifully in the eyes of his testosterone-filled host. He loved tasting the heavenly load of his dominator. As the waves of cum subsided, Luke began to pull away from the monster cock. Steve held Luke’s head in place and said “You’re not done yet. Keep swallowing. Everything.” And with that, Steve began pissing in the mouth of the unsuspecting jock. Luke was horrified and disgusted initially, trying in vain momentarily to pull away. But when retreat was clearly no option with Steve’s strong hands holding him in place, Luke kept his lips tight around the shaft, swallowed a big gulp, and looked up at his beast-of-a-man host. Luke saw the pleasured look on Steve’s face, and began to understand his role of submission. His anguish subsided and he found himself dutifully, if not happily, swallowing what seemed like gallons of man piss. He loved it. Finally, when Steve had finished using Luke as a urinal, he pulled his conquest off his cock and to his feet, smacking him on the ass. “That was intense. And, I gotta say, really hot, dude," Luke commented, his dick fully erect, and pressing against the fabric of his jock strap and shorts, which were now wet with pre-cum. “Fun’s just getting started, you slut. Take off everything off and follow me,” Steve ordered.