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Chapter two - Sam's backstory I guess you could describe me as a sex addict, although I've always found the term to be a bit weird. It feels good. Why wouldn't you want to do it at pretty much any time you could? An orgasm triggers chemicals in you that help support your immune system and reduces the risk of prostate cancer in men. It's not just the biological aspects either, but also the intimacy. I can argue quite happily that some hookups I've had have been just as satisfying as sex I've had during romantic relationships. I fail to see a negative. I mean, I'm not fucking some guy butt naked in the middle of the road, on the busiest street in the middle of the city, for fuck's sake. Although, that is tempting..... I'm a 30 y/o, 6 ft, Caucasian guy, brown hair and eyes. Medium build. A little bit of a belly. Basically, your typical "guy next door". Not a supermodel, but not a troll, either. I clean up ok and look pretty good with a clean shave and a nice dress shirt. And I get my fair share of attention, when I want it. I've had a few r/ships, hookups and some group encounters over the years. I'm not adverse to the occasional trip to the bars and clubs, but I'm not that big on being a part of any scene as such. Saunas and cruise clubs can be fun sometimes though. I got an interesting message from a guy online a few months ago, a sweet ginger guy a couple of years younger than me, and although I usually prefer older guys, hunky daddy types, mostly, something just seemed to click right with this one. Even more so as we started going on dates, doing the "getting to know you" stuff, and playing around a bit. Usually spend time together on the weekends, and have been exploring each other's turn ons, kinks and fetishes when feeling horny. We've fucked a couple of times, but each time he insists on a rubber, and I oblige, because, well.... I'm poz. He doesn't know yet. I'm planning on breaking the news to him soon, as we do like each other, a lot. I'm a bit scared, though. I want the relationship to develop to the point where I know for sure we can trust each other and he won't run a mile screaming if I tell him. And, to be honest, I'm enjoying the romantic stuff we've been doing. From going to places together, even just lunch in the park, to the movies, out to dinner, typical date type stuff, even just the odd night cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. I've had a r/ship dry spell for a couple of years before meeting him, so it's kind of refreshing. A change from hanging around saunas looking for sexual thrills to fill the gap and only sometimes being satisfied. Some killer fucks, but also some depressing nights that had me thinking that maybe it was time to settle down. I'd lived a pretty rock 'n' roll style life throughout most of my 20s anyway. So, things are going well. His name is Daniel. Like the Elton John song. That song usually reminds me of him when I hear it on the radio, and it often makes me smile. So, we've played around with a few things. I'm pretty big on things like bondage, and being dominant, whereas he's more a bit of a raunchy guy. Likes scents and body fluids. Big on sweaty armpits, he says it's like natural poppers to him. He loves nudging his head into my armpits for a good whiff when we're cuddling in bed. It's soooooo cute, and pretty sexy. He's also a fan of watersports, which I could take it or leave it, but he gets right into it, so I'm happy to indulge him. We're both major cumsluts, though. Through and through. Usually snowball each other. I hope to ditch the condoms one day soon so that we can breed and felch each other. Sex just feels more right without a barrier. More natural. Better too, when there's fluid exchanged. It's all about the cum. That's something that an old fuckbuddy of mine says. I kind of agree with him, at least for when it comes down to just plain old fuckin'. It's the end goal. I like the way it smells, I like the way it tastes. I like it when a guy blasts his load all over my chest or face. Or when he cums on my hole and pushes it back in with his cock. Even better, when he breeds me nice and deep, and I can feel his cock twitching orgasmically while inside me. "It's all about the cum." - Roger Branson. Good ol Rog. Power top. Multi orgasmic. Could fuck like a piston for hours. Fit as fuck and built to show it. Not weightlifter huge, but more like a Rugby player type build. Muscular and athletic. What a fuckin GOD. Made my hole sore on many occasions, and it was an ache that I became addicted to, even though I also like topping most of the time, myself. He was the one that infected me with HIV.....

It was close to the 4th of July and I really had no plans for the weekend so I decided to call up the local gay camp ground and made reservations for the weekend and booked a camping spot. Once the reservations were made I went around packing up my camping gear as well as plenty of lube poppers and my gear and some toys to take with me in hopes of having some fun. Once everything was packed up I got into my Jeep and started the drive to hopefully a fun weekend. A little about me. My new is Jonas I'm 19 and a freshman in college. I was on the highschool weight lifting team and it gave my 6 foot body a very strong definition of muscle. I have long black hair that fell to my back that I kept tied when training and competing and deep brown eyes. In the locker room I always got whistles from the other guys on the team because they all were jealous at my muscles ass and 8 inch cock swinging as I walked by. Many of my teammates didn't know unless they told each other but I have been fucked and fucked every member of the team all through highschool and they were all nervous it might get out. I always assured them I wouldn't say a word and it always calmed them. Now in college I have made it a point to have as much bare sex as I could because I wanted to start my new life with a new change. I wanted to be HIV+. I know that is a weird for a young man to want but I have wanted it for so long now. I have read many stories on how it has changed so many lives and how happier those who willing get pozzed to be free of wanting to not use condoms and love the natural feeling of bareback sex and I want to be as free. I got to the campground and paid for my site and started to set up my tent and get everything ready for the weekend. I went on Grindr adam4adam and a few more of the sites and aps I'm on letting as many guys as I could that I was there and accepting any and all loads they have no questions asked and bareback only. U got a few responses quickly from guys who were already there and those who said they will be there for the weekend. I responded to all of the and let them know my campsite number and told them I am ready for anything just let me know. I took out my sluttiest pair of underwear with the back removed so anyone could have access to my ass if wanted and walked around the grounds. I got a lot of looks by anyone passing me and a few walked up to me and probbed my all and felt my cock in the pouch. I was loving the attention from everyone. I started to make out with the closest guy to me and was trying to get my tounge as far as I could down his throat I didn't notice the cock probbing my hole until it forced its way to the root in my ass. I moaned loudly into the mouth of the guy I was kissing and it felt awesome. I stood there in such a glow feeling my tounge getting massaged by one guy and my ass being plowed by another. I came up for breath from his mouth and bent down to suck his cock and give the top who was pounding my ass by now a better angle. I didn't want this to end but I felt the familiar feeling of both cocks getting harder and I knew I was about to get wahat I wanted. Both guys grunted and shoved in hard and came at the same time. I slurped as much cum as I could from the guys cock and squeezed my ass hard to milk out the load in my ass. Once both guys were soft they pulled out my my holes making a popping sound from my ass and an empty feeling that needed to be fixed. I looked at both of my first fucks and saw they were guys I knew from the college weight lifting team. I looked like a deer in headlights to them and they said don't worry we both thought you were hot when we saw you after practice and when we saw that you posted you were here on Grindr we made sure that we would find you. I smiled at both of them and kissed both of them deeply before going our separate ways for now. I reached back at my ass and felt the stream of cum coming out of it and made sure to get every drop from my ass to my mouth. I looked at the direction my new teammates took and saw they were walking towards a uv light that was set up for the party for tonight and was shocked to see bright red uv tattoos on their asses of biohazard symbols and I was excited to know that I was going to get more than fireworks this weekend.

Part 16 - Life Defining Moments His back arched feeling the hand of Johan running up along his spine sharply taking a breath. He was usually the one in charge and it was evident he had no control of the situation. Oliver stood there naked in the bedroom with Johan standing behind him, his hands roaming over Oliver's body sensually kissing his neck. The power of his seduction was incredible, his body turning slowly to face the tall blond muscled might of Johan. His lips brushing against Oliver's morphing to a kiss that increased in intensity, slowly his body rose off the ground carried to the bed and laid down. Johan stood over him at the side of the bed with his phone in hand switching on the video mode he begun recording. Oliver felt the bed move and suddenly became aware that Nico was kissing him and easing himself between Oliver's legs. He put up no resistance the heady mix of wine, humid air and the thought of sex with these two blinded him to Johan's actions. Oliver's legs majestically rose around Nico's body surrendering himself to the missionary position and engrossed in a deep kiss with Nico. Gasping and trying to push Oliver up his ass forced open from Nico's thick eight inches of Italian love making meat, his hands clasping on to Nico's shoulders trying to force him up. His fingers clawed down Nico's back the deeper his cock penetrated, relentlessly Nico pushed continuously until he was fully inside. His arms holding Oliver's head down and looming above his face Nico smiled looking him in the eyes and thrusting hard several times, Oliver's eyes opened wider with each thrust moaning and gasping from the pleasure of this dominate Italian stallion mating with him. His body shuddering with each thrust deeper and harder then faster and slower, the mixture of movements choreographed to induce pleasure screaming 'yes' then 'oh god fuck me harder'. Nico kept his focus on Oliver's eyes disobeying each time he begged him to fuck harder, he would slow down then begin to ramp up the intensity and speed. He had never been so powerless and at the same time desired anyone so much. Nico moved to a steady fast pace of deep fucking feelings the tingle in his balls starting to build. He looked down at the useless Oliver his eyes and body now pleading for Nico. He lowered his head and kissed Oliver then raising his head moaning and retaining the deep fast pace he began firing his seed in to Oliver's body. His mind in a state of flux feeling Nico's orgasm through his ass, a bead of sweat dripped on to his face bringing Oliver back down to earth. The pace and speed unchanged, Nico was still rock hard and fucking him without missing a beat. It was only a matter of minutes before Nico cried out and deposited a second load in to Oliver collapsing on top and kissing him madly. He turned the recording off watching Nico extract his cock from Oliver's ass and rolling on his back smiling up at Johan. Climbing on the bed Johan kissed Nico 'I love watching you at work' he chuckled then looked at Oliver who still looked bewildered and on a sexual plateau. Unaware that what he experienced with Nico it was only the tip of what was about to come with Johan. Oliver felt Johan kissing his body slowly turning him over on to his stomach, he tried to protest needing a break, falling on deaf ears feeling the kissing moving up his back and neck. His hands gripped the sheet moaning louder, Johan pushed his nine inches effortlessly into his loosened ass. Raising his head he caught sight of the muscular arms resting either side of his head the full body weight of Johan bearing down on him. The first thrust caught him off guard, deep and grinding then slam came the second thrust repeating the grinding motion. The muscles in his ass loosing their ability to control and completely relaxing. Johan had him pinned down under his body, Oliver had no choice even if he tried to fight him off. Weirdly he was enjoying how submissive Johan had made him, the fucking was rough and quite aggressive. He was showing Oliver no mercy grunting and groaning continuously as he worked on wrecking Oliver's body with his cock. His legs hooked under Oliver's holding them apart, his balls slapping hard and rapidly, no slowing, no change of pace, he was constant and on a mission. Their bodies drenched in sweat and Oliver had no clue how long he had been under Johan, he was to caught up in the moment partly exhausted but his body was craving him. Johan leaned over and kissed Nico then cried out holding his hips still, locked against Oliver's ass his balls contracting delivering his load in to Oliver's battered ass. Hoping that he could finally get out from under him he was disappointed that Johan remained locked inside laying on top of him for several more minutes, finally Johan pulled his softening cock out and kissed Oliver. He laid there in between Nico and Johan trying to gather his thoughts and pull himself together. There was just something so magnetic and sexual about them, his hands continued to roam over both of their bodies. It wasn't long before he was riding Nico and sucking Johan at the same time, Oliver took a turn in fucking Nico the nearest he was going to get to Luca. Experiencing the full pleasures of a more purposeful and intimate interaction between the two men had a profound impact on Oliver. The sexual exploits had altered his outlook on sex, he knew he wanted love, it was just where to find it. Their bodies exhausted Oliver found himself laying between Nico and Johan again falling asleep in this position. Oliver heard a phone ping and felt the bed move, Nico got up and threw some clothes on and went downstairs. Johan leaned over and checked the time then cuddled up to Oliver, he had a couple of more hours before he needed to be up and off to work. Nico unlocked the front door and stood there looking at him. The youthful face of the 26 year old smiled up at him, he stood five feet ten inches with drop dead Italian looks and an athletic build with ample muscle build it was enough to stir Nico when he saw him. His short cropped dark hair and brown eyes starring up at Nico. Whereas Luca's father and Nico had more dominant genes from their father, Savio had his mothers genes and more softer features, that same kind of looks Nico's mother has. The rogue member of the family who didn't want to be tied down to Tuscany had moved to Milan 5 years ago, becoming one very wild child who sporadically turned up like a bad egg and often for a bailout from his mother. Nico knew Savio was gay and this was part of the reason he left home. "Savio" Nico looked surprised and slipping in to their mother tongue of Italian "What are you doing here?". "My mother told me Luca is in Tuscany" Savio responded gesturing to be invited in. Nico shook his head "You took long enough to come home" he said standing aside inviting him in. "I need a coffee been a long drive" Savio said instructing Nico "Where's your man?". "My husband is up stairs in bed, it is early Savio" Nico replied brewing coffee. Savio sat down at the table "My mother tells me Luca has a boyfriend?" he stated in a questioning fashion. "Yes" Nico said grabbing cups "Mark is a lovely person, nonni loved him straight away" he said then stopped. "Are they still upset with me?" Savio asked "nonni?" he thanked Nico for his coffee. Nico sat down at the table "I smoothed most of it over and they show interest in what you are up to". "What waiting on tables in some little café in Milan?" Savio replied unable to hide the disappointment. Nico smiled "You could come home there is always a decent job here for you". Savio chuckled "Be under everyone's gaze checking what I am doing, no thanks" he replied adamantly. "You know Luca has been asked to run one of the vineyards and he said yes" Nico informed him. "I haven't seen Luca in 5 years" Savio replied "That's why I came here, to make sure I could see him". Nico chuckled "Luca would be over the moon to see you Savio he always asks after you". Nico refreshed Savio's coffee "Have you any one in your life yet?" Nico asked sitting down again. "No" Savio replied "A few on off guys, I can't live with an Italian there to much of a pushover" he laughed. Johan and Oliver had woken at the sounds of the voices wafting up through the open window, Johan sat bolt upright realising who the voice belonged to. He threw on some shorts and went downstairs, Oliver sat on the side of the bed watching him disappear then hunted around for his shorts. "Savio!" Johan exclaimed walking in to the kitchen and hugging him "What are you doing here?". "To see Luca" Savio replied switching to his English. Purposefully Savio rubbed his body against Johan "Still very sexy Johan" he chuckled. Nico poured a coffee for Johan "Is our guest up?" Nick asked looking at Johan. "Yes he is on his way down" Johan replied watching Savio grinning. "You call them guests now do you?" Savio asked Nico "Not just threesomes like our night in Milan?". Nico looked at Savio "If I remember you spent most of the night fucking with Johan" he laughed. Oliver walked in to the kitchen "Oliver good morning" Nico said pouring him a coffee. Savio looked over going sheepishly quiet "This is my nephew Savio" Nico introduced them. "Hey" Oliver said and thanking Nico for his drink. Savio watched him "Ciao" he said admiring Oliver's body whilst Johan watched them both smiling. "How long are you here for?" Nico asked Savio noticing he was clearly distracted by Oliver. Savio turned "Oh I don't know, I got sacked from the café" he admitted. "Savio!" Nico exclaimed throwing his hands up in true Italian fashion "just give it up and come home". He sat back in the chair "I am an embarrassment to the family" he replied in Italian. "Don't be silly Savio" Johan stepped in "you can stay here as long as you want" he said and Nico agreed. "When is your flight Oliver?" Johan asked looking at Oliver who was clearly not in the room "Oliver!". "What?" he suddenly looked "Oh tomorrow at 11am to Rome and 2pm to New York" Oliver replied. "Luca's parents don't get back until this evening, can you clear your day?" Nico asked Johan. "Of course" Johan replied "Come on Oliver let's get showered and drive to Luca's". Oliver and Johan left Nico and Savio to talk "So who is that?" Oliver asked entering the bedroom. "Savio is Luca's cousin, Nico's nephew" he replied studying him carefully "You like him?". Oliver nodded "He seems nice" he replied in a very cool matter of fact tone and hearing Johan chuckle. Johan kissed Oliver's neck "Don't be fooled, Savio has no off button when it comes to sex". Oliver rested back against Johan "Oh what do you mean?" he asked taking his shorts off. Johan smiled "He has a cock and ass, knows how to use both. very erratic and unpredictable in the bed or anywhere". Oliver chuckled and turned to Johan "Can we do this again?" he asked stepping in to the shower with him. Johan laughed "You know where we live" he replied. Johan looked at him "We have a good video of you fucking with Nico, hate for the family to see it" he said. "I guess this is over Luca?" Oliver asked knowing deep down it was exactly that. Johan nodded "Leave them alone Oliver" he said stroking his back "and you will always be welcome here". Oliver nodded and kissed Johan, quickly showering they dried off just as Nico arrived and took his shower. Savio was standing out on the pool terrace unaware that Oliver was looking at him from the kitchen whilst Johan was on the phone clearing his day. Nico walked in to the kitchen surveying the scene and grinning, it was obvious that Oliver was attracted to Savio. If it was a genuine attraction they had to find a way of keeping Oliver here for a few more days at least to see if anything happened. Friday had always been an exciting day as it meant the weekend was coming but here in Tuscany the days had no meaning, the pace of life in the hills was slow and tranquil. Mark sat there with his language book practicing on Luca and Marzi when she appeared, surprising himself that he was quite adept at picking up languages. Luca looked at his phone and smiled telling Mark that Nico and Johan had the day off and were coming over with Oliver and one other for breakfast. Mark raised an eyebrow questioning how they could pick up one other since leaving last night. Luca chuckled and informed Marzi that they would need breakfast for six, he walked with her collecting cutlery and plates to help her out. Oliver sat in the back of the car only this time he had Savio sat next to him, tongue tied he couldn't bring out any conversation, he felt sick in his mind never being one to be short of a thing to say. Savio would chat to Nico in Italian then switch to English talking to Johan, he always did that to annoy Johan and today was no different. Johan spoke fluent Italian albeit it with a lilt of an Austrian accent, Johan smiled being reminded when they first met and Savio refusing to talk to him in Italian. Savio started making small talk with Oliver finding out he was born and raised in California before moving to New York for a different life, Savio explained of their similarities why he left Tuscany and explore the world, well Milan as it turned out that made them all laugh in the car. Their eyes would meet quickly both turning away, Nico catching it from the rear view mirror would smile glancing at Johan. Savio sat there quietly amused and very attracted to Oliver, he liked how down to earth and stable he appeared unlike himself. What was more is that Oliver appeared to be quite stubborn and a little edgy. His attention quickly thrown passing through the gates and down the driveway to the villa, preparing himself to see Luca again. Luca and Mark both stood and walked to the front of the villa hearing the car pulling up. Excited to see who this fourth person was convinced it was someone they had picked up somehow. The loud chorus of ciaos as each one got out of the car then Luca stepped forward 'Savio!' he cried out running towards him. Savio picked Luca up and hugged him hard almost crying seeing the Luca bloom in to a fine young man. Hardly recognising him he had grown so much over the last 5 years. Savio stroked Luca's face "You look so different Luca" he said wiping his eyes. "I have grown up" Luca said still hugging him "it has been so long, I am very angry with you". Savio kissed him on both cheeks "You can tell me about you later" he said finally letting go of him. Luca nodded and escorted Savio over to Mark "Savio this is boyfriend Mark". Mark held out a hand ignored by Savio he hugged and kissed him coping a feel of his ass "Belissimo". Luca laughed at Mark's surprised face "I heard you were randy Savio" Luca said prising them apart. "Savio turned up this morning" Nico said grabbing him "You have to tell your mother Savio" he sternly told him. Savio nodded "Yes" he replied "she will just ask how much I want this time though" he sadly replied. Nico chuckled "I know and stupidly she always gives it to you" he said escorting him through the villa. Mark walked over to Oliver they stood awkwardly for a moment then hugged "How was your night?" Mark asked. Oliver grinned "Nico very Italian in bed and Johan is a monster" he replied looking at Mark. "They are really nice guys but I couldn't do that every night" Oliver said looking at Savio. Mark chuckled and also looked at Savio walking in front "The cousin is pretty hot, meatier" he said. Oliver burst out laughing "You have Luca" he said light heartedly with his gaze fixed on Savio's ass. Mark looked at him "I think you have lost interest in Luca" he stated and saw Oliver grin. Oliver sighed "As much as I fell in love with Luca I know his heart belongs to you". "Are we okay?" Oliver asked stopping and holding Mark's arm "you and me?". Mark turned to look at him "Depends on what your going to try next" he said sarcastically. Oliver chuckled "I deserved that" he said turning his head to look at Savio "I'm sorry". "Have you had an epiphany?" Mark asked studying Oliver carefully. Oliver was quiet for a moment "Not really just a long hard look at things" he eventually replied. Mark smiled "What did you discover then?" he asked starting to walk again. "You" Oliver replied "I would rather have Luca and you as a friend than someone you don't like". Mark nodded "You have to stop this Oliver, trying to come between us". "Olly" Oliver replied "Call me Olly. I set myself up in this trap of wanting Luca". "And now?" Mark asked looking at Oliver "do I have to keep fighting you off?". Oliver shook his head "Not anymore Mark" he said patting Mark's arm. Guided by his own instinct Mark put his arm around Oliver's shoulder "Yeah we are good, you and me". Luca turned to see where Mark was and smiled at the sight of Mark and Oliver talking happily. It looked like there was something different with Oliver that he couldn't put his finger on. They all sat down for breakfast, there was a calm air of friendship between them all. Oliver appeared much more demure sneaking glances at Savio who was doing the same, their similar ages and genuine attraction for each other was playing out over the breakfast table in front of everyone. They were finishing their coffee sat in the sunshine, Luca and Savio chatting madly wanting to find out what each other had been up to over the years. Luca looked to Oliver noticing his distraction with Savio "What do you want to do for your last day Olly?". Oliver smiled "Sunbathe and walk in to the village perhaps?" he replied seeing Savio looking concerned. "It is your last day?" Savio asked watching Oliver like his life now depended on it "I hardly know you". Oliver smiled and nodded "Yes, I fly back to New York tomorrow" he replied glancing at Luca. Luca picked up the empty fruit bowl "Why don't you take Savio apricot picking?" he suggested. Oliver took the bowl "Very funny" he replied looking at Luca but Savio was already standing up. "Back shortly" Oliver said walking off with Savio. Luca chuckled "Take your time" he said seeing Nico shake his head "What?" he asked looking at him. "Very neatly done Luca" Nico replied pausing "something I want to ask you about Oliver". Luca put his cup down "You can ask but I may not know the answer" he replied holding Mark's hand. Nico leaned in "Oliver said he could buy a villa here if he wanted to, is it true?". Luca nodded "I guess, he sold his software company CalSoft and made a mint". "Shit Luca, no wonder he offered me $1 million to leave you" Mark said looking astonished. "He what?" Nico asked with a surprised look on his face. Luca nodded "He offered Mark money to leave" he repeated. Johan chuckled at Mark "And you didn't take it?" he asked "I would have" he laughed getting punched by Nico. Nico smiled "Just shows how much Mark is in love with you Luca" he said "and those two?". Luca looked at Nico "You think there is something there?". "Definitely, they both went all shy and stupid when they met" Johan said standing up. "Savio seems all over the place" Mark said "in a nice way... no" he felt Johan hauling him out of his seat. Mark found himself flung over Johan's shoulder giving a submissive hand gesture before Johan jumped in the pool with him. Savio and Oliver walked quietly for a moment hearing the large splash at the pool, they both laughed and Oliver pointed at some fruit on the nearest tree. Savio looked up "No, not ripe" he said walking on "do you have to leave?" he asked standing next to a tree. Oliver caught up with him "Not really, I don't want to outstay my invitation here though" he replied. Savio picked a couple of apricots "I would like you to stay" he said placing them in the bowl. Oliver looked at him admiringly "Are you going back to Milan?" he asked checking the fruit. "There is nothing there, just sex and no good job" Savio replied "I may stay with Nico and Johan and get a job in the winery". Oliver moved to the next tree "This one?" he asked, Savio picked one and held it to Oliver's mouth. There eyes briefly met and Oliver took a bite of the apricot whilst Savio watched him, he lifted a finger and wiped a little juice off Oliver's chin and moving his finger to his mouth. Savio let out a breathless sigh feeling Oliver's tongue on his finger. Oliver felt alive like never before, Savio had definitely woken something in him that had been lying dormant. Feelings that only just touched the surface with Luca came back with such stronger force, confusing him at the same time trying to figure out if Savio was feeling the same. He watched Savio take a bite from the apricot and look up him 'totalmente perfetto' he said quietly. Oliver smiled and nodded up at the tree, his eyes following Savio's hand picking more fruit and putting it in the bowl. Savio looked at Oliver again "Stay" he said returning his focus to the tree "mi sto innamorando di te". Oliver shrugged his shoulders "I don't speak Italian very well" he said but knew what innamorando meant. "Then I teach you" Savio said placing two more apricots in the bowl. Oliver smiled "Teach me where, here or New York?" he replied. The words were enough to stop Savio in his tracks looking at Oliver "Here and New York" Savio said smiling. Oliver looked at the bowl realising he was about to take a gamble "And if I stay a few more days?". Savio didn't even need to look "I start to teach you Italian and learn about you". He could see a little confliction in Oliver's eyes "You stay with me at Nico and Johan's" Savio said. Oliver took a breath "If they agree" he replied nonchalantly seeing Savio smile and putting another apricot to his mouth. Oliver chuckled and took a bite, this one was more juicy and it dribbled down his chin on to his t-shirt. Savio took the bowl and placed it on the ground his face moved to within inches of Oliver's. Savio rubbed his lips on Oliver's chin and licked his lips 'cosi dulce' he said with his lips closer than ever to Oliver's. His tongue ran across Oliver's partly open mouth 'incredibilmente dolce' he said now rubbing his lips on Oliver's and kissing him lightly. He had never been lost for words when it came to sex, Johan turning him on was on thing but Savio just hit every button with one press. Savio bent down and picked the bowl of fruit up and handed it to Oliver, his little finger entwinned with Oliver's and they walked back up to the terrace. The taste of apricot lingering and dancing on his lips and taste buds, he would never forget that taste or the first time Savio licked his lips and kissed him. Oliver could not have known the significance or how he fell in love right there having never experienced real love before. Walking through the orchard took on a new perspective for Oliver, deciding to stay a few more days to see if anything was going to happen with Savio. Looking ahead he could tell Savio was looking at him every few seconds and felt the finger grip his tighter when he did so. Oliver stopped and looked at him "Come to New York with me?" he suddenly asked from nowhere. Savio chuckled and swung Oliver's arm "My family have the money, I don't have the means to travel". They continued walking "You have a passport?" Oliver asked watching Savio nod. Oliver let go of Savio's finger and put his arm around his shoulder "Then you are coming to New York". Savio smiled putting his arm around Oliver's waist "Yeah sure" he replied making it sound like a joke and laughing. Mark and Johan were chatting leaning over the infinity edge of the pool that looked down over the orchards and vineyards. Luca and Nico were sat the other side of the pool dangling their feet in the water watching their lovers talking and laughing. Both suddenly turning their heads in the same direction then looking at each other smiling they swam back over to Nico and Luca. "They have their arms around each other" Johan told them reaching Nico and Luca. "Do you think Oliver will stay on?" Luca asked more speculating than anything. Nico looked at Luca "Savio is staying with us so Oliver can if he decides to". Luca nodded "Yes but Savio needs to see his parents before they find out he is back". "He does" Nico agreed "I will take him this morning get it over with" he suggested with them agreeing. Johan grabbed Luca's legs and pulled him in the pool, out of all the family Johan liked Luca the most and always picked on him. Instead of the usual playfulness Luca held on to Johan, years of fantasising about his spectacular muscular build had always been out of reach. Now of age and open he was able to let himself go and enjoy the feeling in a more erotic way, Johan was no fool and knew this. Gladly he held Luca in his arms who rested his head on Johan's shoulder. Mark climbed out of the pool and sat next to Nico watching them wading around the pool. "He is so sexy" Mark said nudging Nico. Nico smiled "Which one?" he asked looking at Mark. "Both" Mark replied feeling Nico's arm go around his shoulder "you don't mind him flirting like that?". Nico laughed "Not at all, do you mind?" he asked Mark. Mark looked at Nico "No" he said returning his gaze to the pool "it's going to happen isn't it?". Nico kissed him on the cheek "Johan has wanted to get his hands on Luca for years" he chuckled. Mark leaned against Nico "Does that mean I get you then?" he asked shyly. "Yes" Nico replied seeing Mark grin "and Johan, he wants a bit of you" he informed Mark laughing. "Your back" Luca called out to Savio and Oliver seeing them appear on the terrace. Oliver looked at Luca "Someone is having fun I see" he commented pulling a face at Luca. Nico stood speaking rapidly to Savio in Italian "I have to go out for a few hours Oliver" Savio told Oliver. "I will be here" Oliver replied "gives me a chance to exercise and go for a run". Nico and Savio set off to his parents leaving Oliver sat there at the table mindlessly going through the fruit they had picked oblivious to Luca, Mark and Johan watching him. They moved over to the table and joined Oliver who looked up as they sat down. "You have apricot juice down your t-shirt" Mark told Oliver pointing out the obvious. Oliver looked down and smiled "So I have" he replied brushing it off as nothing. Johan picked an apricot from the bowl "Are you staying or going?" asking the question they wanted to know. Oliver sat back in his chair "I... what do you think I should do?" he asked throwing the question back. "You should stay" Johan replied "there are more than enough bedrooms between the two villas". Oliver nodded "Do you like him Olly?" Luca chipped in hurriedly wanting to know. "Yes" Oliver replied without hesitating then smiled broadly "is he hard to tame?" he asked watching Johan and Luca laugh. "Oh god yes, I told you he is erratic and unpredictable" Johan reminded him of their conversation earlier. "Unpredictable?" Luca exclaimed "well I guess that is one way of describing him" he laughed. Johan looked at Oliver seriously "Stay with us, you can leave at any time". Oliver threw his hands up "Okay, I will change my ticket" he said grabbing his phone and walking off. Oliver stood there thinking how crazy he was being and was this right, but then the last few months and weeks had been something he never would have predicated. The agent came back and confirmed his ticket was now open and could return any time he decided. He wondered if he was going head first into another disaster after Luca, one thing was certain the last few days had been very life defining moments.

*****The following is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.***** Enjoy, I sincerely hope you cum while reading this. Eat your cum. Smear it all over you. Take a picture of your load and share it in the comments. Be my guest. If I made you cum, I'd be honored. ❤ And now, gentlemen, without further ado... Let the "show" begin...... The most true statement any sexually active gay male can make in regard to their sexual health status, if they're not already testing positive, that they're not necessarily negative, but rather unknown. Especially true, if in your sexual repertoire you often practice bareback sex with multiple partners. There's good reason why, considering that HIV has a window period, where you can be infected, but still pass a blood test. Took me a little while to learn, but I eventually started to accept that as the norm, especially as I have been ditching condoms more and more as the years carry on. And I was such a sweet and innocent boy, once upon a time..... Let me tell you a little bit about myself. The name's Daniel. I'm a swimmer, and I was on my high school swim team. Most guys would probably consider me to be an otter, as I'm pretty lean, a tad athletic, and since puberty struck, I've grown a nice manly mane of chest hair. It's one of my favourite features, and I think it makes me look sexy. I'm 26, Capricorn, and I am a Ginger. I have Hazel eyes, and a face full of freckles, that track down my neck and spread over my shoulders. Going by the compliments I've been given, apparently what you've heard about us Gingers/Redheads is true. Fuck modesty eh, haha. I'm a passionate guy in bed and I love cock. And cum. I'd bathe in a man's piss, cum, spit and sweat if I could. All the scents drive me wild. Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard. Heh. When I left high school, I started cruising public toilets. There were a lot of chance encounters over the years that followed. Mostly making out with guys in the cubicles, often the big ones that were designed for use by disabled people in wheelchairs. Fortunately, I don't think these shenanigans disadvantaged anyone who was wheelchair bound and needed the facilities, at least not while I was there. Anyway, it became an addictive behaviour, really. The rush of possibly being caught, the scents of stale piss, the "dirt" factor of being sexual in a toilet, getting naked in the cubicle with other guys and being a slut, letting one guy after another in, and sucking their cocks and kissing them, caressing their bodies and drinking their cum. I always wanted more. And the more encounters I had, the more piggy I got, until I was fucking guys who were total strangers bareback and cumming up their asses, and bending over for other guys to rim, finger and fuck me. I loved the feeling of a guy's tongue hornily worshipping my ass. The warmth, the silky fleshy massaging effect. The moisture of his saliva on my sensitive hole. Sheer bliss. This is what I was born for. The faggot I was destined to be came alive when another man drove between my legs and made love to my tight little pucker with his sweet wet mouth. It felt dirty and piggy, I felt like a slutty whore, and I fucking loved it. All of it. I also tried a couple of online dating sites, as High School hadn't really taught me much about how to find other gay guys or how to be a part of the "scene" as it was. Part of me wanted a romantic life, not just sex, so I gave it a whirl, but I still enjoyed the fun I was having cruising while I was doing it. It satisfied my urges, so I was relatively happy with that. That's how I met Sam..... (to be continued)

PART 5: CODY UNLEASHES THE BEAST WITHIN ME We had another event about a month later, and Cody was on the card again. This time, I kept my distance and let him enjoy his evening by mingling with other fans and wrestlers – I noticed a lot more gay men were buying his t-shirts and taking photos with him before the show, no doubt the result of his last match’s immediate popularity on YouTube. I also let Cody wear his regular spandex trunks for his match this time, which meant less of a risqué show for the crowd. But just for my own sadistic enjoyment, I secretly instructed his older, beefy “heel” opponent – Joe, a 6-foot-4, 40-something, burly, hairy, muscle god -- to pull out all the stops with real-life low blows and punches to young Cody’s dick and balls. Watching the match from a distance, I could tell that several of Joe’s low blows actually connected and hurt like hell, much to Cody’s surprise, and at times Cody really was struggling to stand upright and continue. The match finally ended after about 15 minutes with his opponent rolling young Cody up on the mat, illegally grabbing a hand full of the kid’s trunks from the back and exposing most of the boy’s tanned, athletic ass for a 1-2-3 count. I hadn’t planned on fucking the kid that night, but after seeing him completely used and abused by Joe in his match, I motioned the 19-year-old to follow me into the same side room where I’d first pumped my poison jizz into the boy. I closed and locked the door and repeated the process from just a month earlier, and Cody obliged sheepishly and very begrudgingly. Giving up his straight ass to a man old enough to be his father had mentally defeated and humiliated him. I almost felt sorry for him until I slid his gear down to reveal his sweaty, musky, bubble ass, and I knew I needed it again. Fucking tease, what did he expect me to do? I spit on my cock -- the spit, my poz precum, and his sweat made for a surprisingly good lube. Still, I could feel immense friction as my thick cock grinded into his small hole. "That jock ass is gonna look good carrying my AIDS next time I see you, son," I muttered as I quickly built up to my climax. Cody grunted quietly. If he heard me, I doubt he understood anything about my desire to give him HIV. I tried to imagine the thoughts running through this straight kid's mind as his trusted elder used his hole again. Seconds later, I was pumping another toxic load into the boy’s jock body. If the first time didn’t knock up Cody, this time would. I never did make the phone call to my scout friends as I’d promised. I got what I needed, so I didn't care as much now, frankly. Cody texted me a couple of weeks later and asked, and I lied when I told him I was waiting to hear back about his potential tryout. In the same text, he said he’d come down with a bad flu and was stuck at home with fever, chills, aches, all the same symptoms I’d felt years earlier when Daddy pozzed me. I had no doubt that Cody had finally come down with the fuck flu, his young, healthy, teen body finally giving itself to the virus that I’d injected into him twice. To this day, I don't think he's been tested, so the kid has no idea. He probably won't for years. Even though he was now part of the brotherhood, it was then I realized that I had no physical use for him anymore, and any desire to fuck him again was gone. I still booked him for my events, because his tanned body, tight ass, and big smile sold tickets and put money in my pocket. But the 19-year-old jock boy had helped unleash a new power within me in this whole process. I now realized exactly how much influence I have over these naïve kids and their big dreams. I began to explore every possibility of booking vulnerable boys who would do anything in exchange for my promise of help getting them on a national stage. These dumb kids needed something, and so did I. Ashton was next on my list.

For the next couple of days I was in a sexual daze. Part of my brain refused to accept what has happened. The other half descended into a fantasy of such filth that my cock was constantly hard. I returned to the lake; I swam in the pool. But I didn’t see Jacques. Some mornings in the mist I heard runners but by the time I reached the shore their footsteps had receded. And I was left alone, naked and hard, fingering my arse and hoping he’d emerge from the shadows and breed me. It didn’t happen. I returned to his estate and wandered around. And never saw him. I even rejected the offers from previous guys in the area. A week before I’d have bent over for all their spunk and piss. As I had done before. One after the other. I even visited the sauna. But in the midst of being fucked by a multitude of men, I never saw him. I did see the twink and I fucked and fisted him roughly, partly in anger but also partly so that I could mix my toxins with the toxins that Jacques had already deposited in his bloodstream. I continued to fuck with Toby and Milos; and one night offered up my cunt to my boyfriend and Michael. They used me, me mouth and cunt all night. Filled with cum and piss, bruised and bleeding, my mind still switched to Jacques from time to time. His absence was beginning to drive me crazy. But it was also keeping me fit. Swimming so many times a day and having taken up running on the off chance of bumping into him made me as ripped as I’d ever been. And hornier. I loved watching piss and cum splash over the six pack as I was fucked or fucked someone else. I took to online popperbating, revelling in guys reactions to my rippling torso. I started having cam sessions of being hard fucked - no raped- by my boyfriend. Each time suitable masked or concealed but each time cumming buckets of cum and piss. I had almost given up hope and began to think it was all a dream. Then on morning, I emerged from the lake after a hard swim to find an envelope on my clothes. I picked it up and looked around. No one. I opened it. An address. And a key. And a single word - “Tonight”.

I don’t know the club in question or Toronto very well, but to be honest, although COVID-19 might be the final straw, it sounds to me much more likely that it’s fallen victim of the kind of urban ‘gentrification’ we’ve become VERY familiar with here in London. It’s interesting, though: one could speculate that one unexpected side effect of this pandemic will be that this trend of ever-increasing rents and property prices could go into reverse in some of our larger cities, particularly where commercial property is concerned. With so many people finding they can work from home, will we need so much office space? And all those empty retail units, now that even more people are shopping online. And add to that the empty bars, clubs and restaurants that won’t reopen. Will people even want to live in cities if you strip away their main attractions: the concerts, the theatres, the bars, the restaurants? Over the last few weeks, our largest cities have felt more like giant prisons than attractive places to live. Maybe life in the suburbs/country is about to make a comeback, and with that, there will be plenty of derelict places in the city centres which gays will be able to colonize once more. It’ll be like the 1970’s all over again!

Part 2 here. On to part 3. So I'm 18. Unemployed and living on couches. This is when the cruising started. It was a baptism of fire. Theres a little place down by the river behind an arena in my city. It's quite a well known spot and I'd heard of it before. I decided to go check it out. As I slowly fumbled through bushes and trees I saw a figure in the dark face me. He was silent. I froze. I just stood and stared. I was about 6 metres away just standing, staring. It was a taller guy, shaved head, leather jacket. I'd say about 40. As I stared he took his dick out and stared slowly rubbing it. I walked over never taking my eyes of it. I had barely reached him when he took his hand and placed it like a claw on top of my head and pushed me down roughly on to my knees. I just got straight to it. I'd taken cock before as you know but this was going to be a real lesson in how to take it. He started fucking my face as soon as my lips touched his tight foreskin. Just grabbed my head and rammed it down my throat. Fucking me head like a pussy. I have to admit I was quite distressed. Out of breath, coughing, gagging and slobbering all over his cock and the more I gagged the harder he fucked. His cock was average. Not small and I couldn't take it all. I'd say about 7". It was all very hurried and impersonal. He suddenly stopped and in one swift movement pulled his shaft out of the cunt on my face, grabbed me under my arm, pulled me up and flung me sternly against a cement wall we were next to. Spun me round, pulled down my jeans, spat on his finger and pressed in to my whole with force. Got his finger in down the the knuckle and then rapidly moved it up and down, side to side. He only did it for one quick moment then pulled it out, spat on his hand, wiped it up my asshole and put his dick in. It was all so quick I hardly knew what was happening. I'm talking from being on my knees with my eyes watering choking on his dick to being against a wall with said dick in my hole in around 30 seconds. Thankfully he didn't just thrust his cock in. He started with a slow rhythm then got faster and faster. It was during this fucking that I knew I loved dick. After my first two shaky encounters this was the real thing. I was rock hard the whole time. Leaking on to the hard, cold dirty floor. I don't know how long he fucked me but it was hard and consistent. Maybe 10 minutes. He didn't stop or slow to catch his breath. Finally he thrust deep and grunted. I felt the force of his cum against my spot. I almost came but didn't quite get there. We stood in place for a moment. I could feel my hole pulsing with his dick. Like everything he had done up until then, he pulled his cock out like a bolt of lightening. I stung as my hole was surprised and resized in a second. I wondered why he was in such a rush. He was also silent the wholw time. Not a word. He just used me. He spun me to face him pushed me back on my knees and rubbed his slimy, beautiful cock on my face then back in to my mouth. I could see as soon as he spun around why he was so hurried. There must have been 10 guys watching. My hairs were on end. Nervous doesn't describe what I was feeling. This sounds like I was going to get gangfucked doesn't it? You'd be right in thinking that. I thought that. But thats not what happened. A couple of other guys had shuffled over and I had 2 cocks in my face and one in my hand when a younger guy interrupted us. He was very confident and others seemed to know him. He stopped everything, pulled me up and dragged me away with authority. I was still in shock I think as I just went with the flow. I'd soon find out who this wiry, fair young guy in his early 20's was. He's also a very important part of why my story is in the bugchasing section.

Part II Fantasies are a place were lots of things are allowed – some of them should stay fantasies though The address Daniel was given, was not far from his apartment. He took a taxi anyway, since he was somewhat excited and didn’t trust himself with his bike. When he arrived he was standing in front of one of the newly build buildings in town, the ones that were most certainly out of his price-range and would probably never be affordable for him unless he inherited a ton of money from a rich aunt he didn’t know of. When he entered the building, he was greeted by a concierge wearing a formal uniform in black and red, including a matching hat. A golden name tag had “Peter” written on it and was attached on a well-tailored front pocket on his uniform. Daniel considered Peter rather attractive. He must have been only a little older than him, but his posture and this surrounding gave him a glance of elegance that Daniel was lacking even though he was wearing one of his good work shirts. God evening sir, what brings you here tonight? How may I assist you? The concierge said. Daniel didn’t quite know what to answer to this. Telling Peter that he came to this address because a guy from an online dating platform whom he had never seen in real life but only in videos where he fucked his semen in young unprotected asses, commanded him here to watch him have sex, didn’t seem like a good option. The concierge was already raising one of his ginger eyebrows when Daniel mumbled: Ergh… I am here to visit a friend. The concierge was scanning Daniel from head to toe, his eyebrow still raised. He clearly thought he was lying or at least not telling the whole truth, which was the case. And what is the name of this friend, sir? I’d like to let him know you are here. Daniels was sweating now, in his rush to get to the address he had gotten from “Assbreeder82” he didn’t even realise he did not know what his last name was. This was embarrassing, he didn’t know what to do. Leave, and text “Assbreeder82” what he was supposed to do? He would feel dumb doing that. Or tell the concierge that he didn’t know the name of his “friend”. He could feel Peter starring at him. Then suddenly the familiar sound of an arriving elevator distracted Peter for a moment. Daniel turned around and was heading for the door, this seemed to be the best option. Just before he opened the door though, he looked back and froze. There in the elevator that had just arrived on the ground floor stood “Assbreeder82”. He had never seen his face before, but he knew this body and the way he moved. He was wearing a black casual suit, with a white button-down shirt, that complemented his muscle-daddy body quite well. Daniel was standing there just starring at the men he had fantasised so much about. He was fascinated by him. The neatly trimmed beard that had the same black tone as his chest hair had in all the videos he saw. His dark brown eyes and most importantly that cheeky little grin that he was wearing so well. This was a man of confidence and he did not hide it, nor did he need to. Peter was just greeting “Assbreeder82” but Daniel couldn’t understand the name he was saying because he was too far away from the elevator. Still somewhat frozen, Daniel realised to late, that he got spotted: Daniel, is that you? Where you about to leave without saying hi to an old friend – fan boy? The way he said the nickname that he gave him sent hot and cold shivers over Daniels body. Still overwhelmed he didn’t know what to do but his body decided for him. He could feel how his feet where slowly dragging him towards the elevator, passing Peter that had a weird look on his face that seemed to be a mixture of jealousy, pity and professionalism. His feet stopped 2 meters away from “Assbreeder82”. There was a moment of silence until finally he found enough confidence to speak. Hey thanks for picking me up. Quite a service. Assbreeder82 took two quick steps towards Daniel, laid one muscular arm around Daniel’s shoulder and ushered him into the elevator, while Peter was still watching disapprovingly from his counter. The elevator doors were closing and Assbreeder82 selected the 12th floor, his one arm still resting on Daniels shoulder. Daniel could smell his cologne that had a woody smoky touch to it, mixed with a hint of his scent. He could not believe that he was standing in an elevator alone with this man and he was surprised that he even came here. He usually was not doing things like this. “Its just like watching porn” he told himself. As if Assbreeder82 could read his thoughts he said: You seem nervous Daniel. Don’t be, like I said I respect your boundaries, you are only here to watch and film … unless you decide otherwise. But if I respect your rules, you’ll have to respect mine. Once we arrive in my apartment you are to strip down all your clothes. While I play with the little twink that is already waiting for us, you are only allowed to watch, film or commend if you wish so. Should you touch me while I am playing with my toy our agreement ends and you’re mine to do with as I please. Understood? Before Daniel could think too much about this the elevator doors opened and Assbreeder82 led him to the door of his apartment. He had arrived in the lions cave and though he was only here to watch, he felt like he was about to do something very kinky and forbidden… More to cum

I come out of the shower, Mr. Benson and Joey fucking I decide to head to the pit and see how it looks. I get on the elevator, and there is the one with the Gold wrist band. He is about my age and already has full-blown AIDS. I ask him where he is going, and he says the same place I am the pit. He is gorgeous skinny with a nice dick; he asks, is that a P.A. on your dick, I say yes 4 GA. Golden asks if I want to help him with one from the pit. At the pit, they are moving around like cattle in a pen waiting for food. We see the good looking ones already with marks that have been fuck already, and Golden wants a negative virgin. We see this old guy with no marks that signify that have taken a POZ load yet. We ask for him to come over and to spread his legs, and we see a well-used hole. We take him to one of the public beds; he says how happy he is to have two hot studs to POZ him, Golden tells him you will also be getting full-blown AIDS as he smiles. We ask him did he dring his supplies as he hands us the bag. We take out two ropes, tie off his arms, and say to him you want this; he says I WANT YOU BOTH TO POZ ME. I ask Golden, let's do a blood slam to make sure I see the flash of my blood in the syringe, and as much I want the slam today, it's not for Tops but the chares who is here for our gift. With a syringe in both arms, we go 1,2,3, then push the plungers in as he is gasping for air and coughing Golden drives his dick right in. Golden is fucking him as hard as you could while saying; FAGGOT TAKE MY DEATH STICK. The chaser is saying I want your toxic load, please. When Golden deposits his AIDS load in his hole and pulls out, I see the cum covered dick. I have a P.A. that will tear up the inside of an ass, Like Golden, I drive my dick straight in, but the chaser is in pain. It's from the P.A. tearing up his hole, but the site of Golden cum covered dick right in front of my face is too inviting, so I motion him to come closer so I can clean it. Yummy, I have my dick in a negative hole, with a toxic dick in my mouth. We put a plug in his bleeding ass, take the magic marker, and put our mark on him and take him back to the pen. I saw him a year later, and he was so happy as two weeks later, he was sick three months later he tested for HIV and is now a member of the brotherhood. He introduces me to his boy, who he is going to give the gift very soon. I left Golden with the elevator running late, and I did not want to wait on the line, so I took the stairs. As I walk up, I hear someone is crying; I see this chaser on the floor. I sit down next to him as he says he is scared, but wants the gift so much, but he has never done anything but put his finger in his ass. I talk to him and let him know how good it will feel to explore his desires. He has stopped crying and says, can you do it to me. I take him by the hand and see him in the light and see this 5ft. 5. 100lbs skinny boy, he is 18 as you have to show Government I.D. but does not look like it. I get to our room, and it's empty, so he is all to my self. I take him to the shower after giving him a drink he asks for, little does he know that in 20 minutes the G with be having the effect I want. In the shower, I'm kissing him and cleaning his hole, and I'm shocked to feel how tight he is, I think I have a VIRGIN here. I lay him on the bed on his stomach and spread his butt cheeks and see what I dream of suck nice round pink hole as I drive my face into it with my tongue working his ass as he is moaning as the G has done its work. Its time to ramp him up as I ask him how does he like it with a response, please more. So I grab the syringe with the Tina in it without the needle and with spit insert in his soon to be fuck hole. He is moving around as the booty bump is burning. I pin him down, as, I insert my dick in his soon to be a former negative hole. I thought he would be screaming bloody murder; he is moaning, but I know he is so tight, and the P.A. is ripping him up. Mr.Benson comes into the room with Joey and sit down while I fuck him and about to cum. Give it to him as Joey puts poppers under his nose and to inhale, and I feel his reaction with his hole spasm. Rope after of rope of my toxic cum put into his hole. I collapse on top of him in exhaustion, as my dick slops out of his ass. Mr.Benson tells me to roll over and to take him, so we are face to face. I start to kiss him, and he is very responsive as Mr. Benson puts his finger in the boy's hole then shows me the pink cover cum on the finger then sticks in my mouth to clean it off. Joey climbs on top to fuck him as Mr. Benson puts a rope on his arm to slam him while Joey is fucking him, so I hold him tight as he has never done this before. Joey said later he never felt someone bucking like this after Joey dumped his load. Its Mr.Benson turn to deposit the family strain in him. With him tweaked out with a bloody hole, I put in the butt plug. I take him out the door and was going to put him on the elevator, but there is an open door near buy, so I open the door and see 3 Daddie Bears alone and ask them if they want this boy. HELL YEA as they were going out to the pit and look for some faggot meat. One comes over, turns the boy around and see his wrecked hole, and asks what have you given to his. He had some G a booty bump with a small slam, so he is all yours.

Stairway to Heaven or Hell It had been a crappy day. Countless phonecalls, emails and texts and my lazy ass co-workers weren't giving me the info I needed. My boss was asking every hour if I was done with the project plan. It was almost 11pm and I had finally completed the damn thing. I'd thrown one co-worker under the bus, but it was his own fault for being a total jerk by not giving me any information after weeks of asking. My boss had the whole three week long email thread and he could deal with the dick. Now that he had the plan he'd been asking for with only a few "guestimates" from me to fill in the missing data, I could finally relax. I blew the smoke in the air and tossed the miniscule remains of the joint in the glass jar I kept on my table to keep all of those momentos. My cock was throbbing almost as hard as my balls. I needed to blow a three day load and I always preferred it went into a hungry ass rather than my hand. I looked at the apps on my phone and didn't really find anyone online that did it for me. All the bottoms were prep bois except for one that I had hooked up with once before and vowed never again to experience his level of crazy. Just before I was going to give up, I saw a familiar guy pop up. Maybe the last half hour wasn't going to be a complete waste of time. My cock stirred again and I quickly sent off a message. "Quickie?" was all my message to the college bugchaser said. "Cant dad home" he replied. "Sneak out? Stairwell by ur place?" I sent back. "Maybe" he responded immediately. I could tell by the pace of the messages that he needed to get fucked as bad as I wanted to fuck. There was a short pause and then he typed out "dad asleep on couch gimme 10." I typed back "k bring some dirty underwear" as fast as I could. I changed into some loose shorts, a tight muscle shirt and sandals and then grabbed a bottle of poppers and a marker, putting them in the pocket in my shorts. Unlike our previous meets, I figured I didn't need to hide a key or leave my phone at home. I could trust him to just be a greedy cumdump and nothing more nefarious. I took my time going up the stairs and made it up to the 20th floor with a few minutes to spare. Sitting down on a stair leading to the 21st floor I opened up the camera on my phone and set it to video mode. I took a quick test video to see how the lighting was and it looked good. After another minute, I heard the 20th floor door open slowly. College boy poked his head in, looked around and then came in. He was wearing some running shorts, a pair of flipflops and nothing else. In his hand, he had a pair of light blue CK trunks which he raised up as he got in front of me. I took the trunks and stood up, turning around and going up the rest of the half flight to the landing. College boy followed me and I smiled at him as I turned around. "Mind if I grab a video this time?" I asked. "OK but no face shots" he replied, a tinge of nervousness in his voice. My shorts hit the floor a few seconds later. I stepped out of them and took the brown bottle out of the pocket and handed it to him. He took two long breaths from each side of his nose just like a seasoned pro. A moment later I could see the poppers hit him right as I took the bottle back and did a few quick hits myself. Resting my hand on the top of his head, I didn't even need to push down for him to take his position on his knees in front of me. His tongue lapped under the shaft and a few moments later his lips had engulfed my cock. He began with his tongue exploring all over my dick and foreskin. He was going a lot slower than I expected, but it felt really good. He pulled back a bit and with his hand pulled the foreskin back, revealing almost two days worth of sweat, dried piss and cheese. College boy bathed my cock head clean of all the crud before he worked in earnest to make sure my cock was dripping with his spit. I brought his trunks up to my face and breathed in deep. They were full of his scent as well as the smell of dried cum. The moan that came out of him was short, he caught himself and knew that we needed to stay as quiet as possible or all 26 stories were going to know what we were doing. When I thought he had my cock wet enough, I tugged him up by his arm. I stuffed the underwear into his mouth and turned him to the short railing dividing the two concrete staircases. He reached out and braced himself on the railing as I took my place behind him. I yanked his running shorts down and squeezed each side of his firm butt. Spreading his ass cheeks apart, I went in tongue first and had his muscled butt pressing against my scruffy cheeks. College boy knew what he was doing and was working his ass muscles around my tongue while I forced some spit inside. While I like the dominance that spitting on a hole before I fuck it sends, I was trying to keep this quiet. I only rimmed him about a minute, but when I got up there was a nice wet spot on the concrete where my dick had drooled some precum. Guiding my cock back where my tongue was a few moments ago, I pushed my hips in and popped inside him with surprising ease. I quickly wondered if he had been playing with toys or had just been fucked. Either way, it was going to make my job easier and keep him quieter. Slowly I slid in, filling his ass with my potent fuckstick. I got most of the way in and then hit that familiar wall. Retreating just an inch, I slammed back in, plowing right through into the inner chamber. College boy stood there almost motionless, with just the faintest trembling in his body as I stood there with my cock inside him, fully rooted. I heard a light moan come from him while I pulled back and drove my hips forward. My cock slowly fucked him for a few minutes, both of us enjoying the friction only a raw fuck can provide. While plowing my dick in and out, I heard a noise and froze. The sound of one of the doors clanking shut echoed up the stairwell, followed by the fading sound of feet shuffling down the stairs that told me there was nothing to worry about. Rocking my hips again, his hole wasn't really slick like if he had been bred earlier, just lubed a little from my spit and precum. At this point I figured he had been working his hole with a dildo or something. It felt fucking awesome, with a good amount of friction and just a little lube. He was getting sloppier but it was my pre that was adding a little more slickness with each stroke. My cock drove in firmly but not quite all the way in. I was trying to balance a good hard fuck and one that wouldn't wake the neighbors. I yanked my cock out and shoved three fingers in, twisting them back and forth for a few moments and shoved my dick back in. College boy groaned, not loudly but I could feel it with my hands which were now wrapped around his neck. Thrusting in, I watched my hips bounce off his ass and then I remembered my phone. I let go of his neck and Leaned over, my cock slipping from his ass but college boy just stood there waiting for more. I aimed my phone's camera at his ass and drove my cock slowly back inside. You could hear his muffled groan again as I pushed through his inner ring and bottomed out. I held there a moment and then began pumping again. I remembered why I hated videoing fucks, I really wanted to get the best fuck out of a bottom rather than pretend I'm Quentin Tarantino or Michael Lucas. The longer I fucked, the shakier the phone got. I pounded him harder and harder and he just braced himself better, spreading his legs a little bit wider. Slamming in, I then slowly pulled my cock out, the video showing his gaping hole slowly close after my cock had fully moved away. Holding the shot on his pussy, I shoved back in and hammered a minute before I couldn't hold back any more. I'm sure if you looked at it from below, you could watch my cock pulse as each rope of diseased cum shot into college boy's fertile tunnel. He could feel each throb of my cock while I shot my seed inside. On my second shot I felt his outer ring start to squeeze and release it's grip around my shaft. For me, there's no better feeling than dumping my cum inside a good bottom and fucking the cum out of him at the same time. I know some tops don't care if a bottom gets off or even make sure they don't, but I love the feeling of a guy milking every drop out of my dick as he orgasms. Hopefully, he was dumping the last of his neg seed on the stairs as my cock delivered the next wave of viral warriors that would claim his body. A few more thrusts and I pumped a few last spurts of charged seed inside him. My phone was still recording and I wanted to capture the cum drip out of the hole that I had just inseminated. When his ass gave one last squeeze, I leaned back slowly and zoomed in at his battered hole. There was no doubt that his hole was filled with cum, but to emphasize what type, I reached back and grabbed the marker from my shorts. Aiming the camera just above his ass, I pulled the cap off with my teeth and wrote "Pozzed" before I tossed the marker on my shorts. I slammed in one more time, burying every inch of my shaft inside. He wasn't expecting it and groaned around the gag in his mouth. Pressing the button and ending my recording, I dropped my phone on my shorts and stood back up. I gripped his torso, pulling him back against my chest and feeling the sweat on his back soak into my tee. "That's your third charged load and I've never fucked a guy more than three times" I whispered into his ear. College boy whimpered while I pulled the trunks from his mouth and then whimpered a little louder when I slipped my cock out of his ass. Using his trunks, I wiped my dick off and stuffed them back in his mouth. I pulled my own shorts on and made sure I had my phone and poppers before going down a few steps. I turned and looked up at him and saw he was staring back at me with a worried look. "Don't forget the plug. You don't want to lose any of that hot load" I said before going down a few more steps. "Oh, and you probably don't want to run around shirtless until you get the marker off your back" I added with a chuckle. Turning again, I jogged down the stairs to my floor.

Fuck yeah. When a cumdump Gs out somewhere someone can fuck it, that's usually the reason why. So they can get cumdumped by some random guys. The real whores admit to doing it on purpose and the closet whores use it as an excuse to get bred by strangers. Some Gd out whore in a bathhouse is likely trying to get wrecked

Thank You very much.

Definitely the more time goes on with the covid thing, the more horny guys get. Some still say chat only on line, but Ive found a few new ones and the younger guys like to breed a fit furry dad. Im off meds, they never ask my status, so who knows what happens. It is hotter and this full moon last night and today is bringing them out to indulge in lust and breeding. Looking forward to me next bud to breed with tonight, who ever he is.

One thing is certain - Guys are going to get it one way or another. Consider Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs, from most to least crucial: 1. Physiological Needs - air, water, food, shelter, clothing, sleep, reproduction (yes, when a guy says, “I need it!” he’s not just horny) 2. Safety Needs - personal security, employment, resources, health, property 3. Love and Belonging - friendship, intimacy, family, sense of connection 4. Esteem - respect, self-esteem, status, recognition, strength, freedom 5. Self-Actualization - desire to be the most one can be All these needs are vital to a human being, but the more basic ones trump those in the next tier. In this case, Maslow might argue that the need for sex (tier 1) would likely win out over an individual’s concern for his health (tier 2). Of course it does - one need only visit the Backrooms of this forum for the proof. An individual’s concern for his health (tier 2) might also trump his needs for friendship, intimacy, sense of connection (all tier 3) and employment and resources (both tier 4) - but not indefinitely. Although all the needs are not equally crucial, they are all necessary for a fully realized person, and must be met in some order or another, often opportunistically. The point is that sex clubs and such venues did not originate simply from the whim of some man with a bankroll and a particularly debauched mind - they arose to meet a combination of human needs that no virus is going to erase. Even now, this discussion isn’t so much about concern over an industry as it is about concern over how we’re all going to get our needs met. I suspect that gatherings will resume, but they may go “underground” for a time, pursued at first mostly by those accustomed to sexual risk-taking, even though the risk extends not just to them but to those around them, because sex will not be denied forever. It may be that in some circles of society exclusive groups arise that segregate on the basis of a rapid on-site Covid test (if developed) where only individuals who test clean are granted admittance. Assuming there actually is a vaccine a year from now (huge If) I feel sure that some new clubs will arise to replace at least some that fail, because the need must be met and nobody leaves cash lying on the ground. What can we do to keep the present ones alive? I don’t know that, on a grand scale, there’s much we can do under the present circumstances. Sometimes you can’t stop a forest fire from taking out a big old tree. When the fire’s out, however, there are always ashes to stimulate new growth, and if we encourage entrepreneurs to start or start anew, and most importantly, elect competent leadership to help us through the recovery, new things will spring up. In the meantime, I think we’re all going to be relying on our apps a lot more 😑 and you can bet your sweet ass they’re going to monetize the hell out of our predicament. If you don’t believe me, review PornHub’s “generousness” in making its premium accounts free because we’re all stuck at home fapping. Great, huh? Except that it’s only free for a week and then they start charging you as normal until you cancel, and it was all a ploy just to get a captive audience to part with their money during a period of record unemployment. Fuck you, PH. See what happens when nobody fucks ErosWired for two months? I start with a nice, reasoned post, and 13 paragraphs later I end up ranting. God, do I need cock. (Tier1.)

Well this whore work his way through college on his hands and knees. Today I don’t have any student loans and neater Will my brother.

Chapter 53; *The Viral Mind Game* I eventually got out what I wanted to say; - I need another ... Oh God ... - Go on, tell Uncle Jim what it is you need. He took his focus from my face and back to working on completely opening up my cunT. I was not anywhere near that yet. He pulled his arm out and went back to FFisting me with both arms upto the middle of his forearms. He could not seem to get any deeper than that just yet with both arms in play. He pushed them in, pulled them out, twisTed and turned, knowing that he was working me up into a frenzy with my sentence still unfinished ... - I need another ... Both hands/forearms pulled out he went back to using the one arm, and very quickly worked on getting upto just past the first part to his Bicep. He stopped right there and did not move a muscle and chose to fix a firm gaze on my eyes. I wasn't really looking at his face at this poinT ... - OI, pig, look at me. I looked at him. Fuck, he knew how to work me and how to get me right where he wanted me, which in this instance was almost his entire arm stuffed deep inside of my cunT and beyond which he had quickly sussed I was a complete weak pig for it (I couldn't get enough of that arm) coupled with a two way intense fixed stare ... - TELL Uncle Jim what it is you are needing another of. His stare became more intense as he was pushing his arm into me much harder and probably only moving forward a few millimetres. I began to high pitch whimper and and grunt as the overbearing pleasure was more than I could take, and the fucker knew it ... - I NEED another pure blood SLAM, Sir. His face instantly became animated with a massive cocky grin. He knew I meant what I was saying albeit in an altered state of mind via meTh use and sleep deprivation. Now it was time to play some fun mind games, make me really BEG for what I was now asking for. He was to FFist my cunT for 6 hours non stop and had now just been working on opening me up for 3 hours. There would now be a short interlude before the next 3 hours, but what was going to happen? Without saying a single word he removed his arm, got up, and left the playroom. A few short moments later he returned to bring some parTy into our play. Once again a tourniquet was placed on my upper arm, a vein located, and a needle inserted. What was I about to receive; A broTherhood shoT (a delicious combination of poz blood and meTh)? .... NO! A pure blood SLAM? .... NO! Just meTh? YES! 💉 He sat on his chair again and in a split second slid in one fisT a few inches past his wrist. He twisTed and turned it, pulled it out and slid it back in several times as I began to fly on my new high. He knew I was getting worked up and horny before this latest meTh slam and knew that by making me high again would tie in nicely to his mind game he was about to play. And then from out of nowhere he done something to me he or no one else has ever done to me, he began to punch fisT me, and with each punch in he'd count ... - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. He pulled his fisT out aggressively for the tenth time, and ... - Now push. Push out that nasTy cunT of yours pig. Push it out, go on, push it out ... I pushed and in one movement I prolapsed out giving a HUGE rose, and I squirted out a MASSIVE amount of cum that with great force exploded out and landed on Uncle Jim's lower chest and abdominal area. He was soaked in just a ridiculous amount of anonymous poz cum. Standing up again he walked over to my head area, scooped up some of the cum that had just sprayed all over him and smeared it all over my face. He kept on scooping up until he had smeared all of what I let go onto my face, and torso. He returned to where he was sitting, moved the chair out of the way, pushed one fisT inside of my cunT, took it out, pushed it inside again, took it out, then he grabbed hold of his Gono-Serpent 🐍 Death Dick and whilst still holding it he pushed it inside of me again, and began to very slowly masturbate inside of my cunT. He leaned in closer to my face with his gaunt yellow face of depraved twisTed lustful expression, and kicked off his mind fuck as my body and mind were in the throws of experiencing the most intense euphoric pleasure they ever had; - So the pig wants another pure blood SLAM does he? - Fuck YES, Sir. - Do you want it, or need it? He continued to slowly masturbate inside of me with his yellow Hep C eyes boring deeply and intently into mine. Our gaze was completely locked, and now an extreme intensity filled the playroom as every single nerve in my body tingled and shuddered in an unbearable ecstasy; - Oh Fuck, I NEED it, I NEED it really bad, Sir. - Then I need you to tell me exactly and precisely why you need it. - I NEED you to take complete control of me. Fill me with your poz Dick. Your hands. Your arms. Your virus. I NEED you to explode inside of me, Sir. It must be the meTh that was turning me from a Dom Top to a complete submissive faGGot bottom. My boyfriend Lew back home in the UK would not recognise who I was, certainly not right at this moment. Uncle Jim straightened up his body and keeping our intense gaze locked he began to masturbate inside of my cunT at a much faster pace. - My virus huh. Which virus of mine are you needing to take complete control of you and explode inside of you then eh, faGGot? - Your med resistant HIV, Sir. He slowed down his masturbating inside of my cunT considerably, and once again leaned his gaunt yellow face close into mine, that intense gaze still locked; - I have Hep C too you know. Two genotypes I gifTed to you lastnight. You very lucky boy. You can't have one virus without the other you nasTy highly viral loaded pig. If I am to pure blood SLAM you again I will need you to not want both viruses I have to gifT to you, but to really NEED both of them. And I mean NEED both of them. He paused speaking, and for a few minutes there was not a word spoken from either of us, just the sounds of the sling chains gently clinking, and the squelching of my wide open gaping cunT that was still being used as a flesh-light as we both continued our fixed gaze that was becoming even more intense by the minute. - I NEED both your med resistant HIV, and HEP C viruses to completely control me and fucking explode inside of me, to completely consume me, Sir. Another dramatic pause for about a minute this time ... - To even consider pure blood SLAMMING you again I am going to need you from right now to continually tell me which viruses of mine you NEED, why you NEED them, and to generally BEG me. And with those last words he took his Serpent tatted Death Dick out of my cunT that was now super Gaping, sat back on his chair in front of the sling, and spent the next 3 hours FFisting me using either just the one or both arms, or one FFist if he was punch FFisting me. During these 3 hours I grunted and moaned with pleasure as I flew high and in between relentlessly stating which specific viruses I was desperate for, why I needed them, and generally begging for a direct recharge. As these 3 hours wore on I was able to take both forearms at the same time right to the elbow, and his one arm upto his shoulder. At least once every 10 minutes or so he would rail me with an aggressive punch fisTing! I think I had found my calling; A FFisting bottom! 👊🌹💪

Chapter 52; *From reSLAM 💉 to Bicep 💪, to Stevie-boy needing something ...* I do not know how long I had been passed out for at the poinT Uncle Jim returned to his play room, but the slight sound of the door opening to the playroom made me suddenly jump awake from my sleep. But I remained sleepy. He had brought with him a glass of an electrolyte drink so I would remain stable. Good to know I was in such caring and very much capable hands. In fact I was about to find out how capable they indeed were! He started to firmly slap my face; - Hey PiG, wake up, c'mon, wakey wakey, Uncle Jim has another gifT for you *slap slap* c'mon, wake up. I eventually roused for enough of a time to communicate with him for a short while. First of all he made me drink the electrolyte drink, and then just like on stage at the warehouse, he crouched by my head as I lay in the sling to speak to me, continuing to talk in his sinister and depraved sounding tone of voice; - You have to be one of the cutest yet nastiesT pigs that I have ever had lay in this sling. So, tell me pig, are you enjoying my fucked up viruses growing inside of you? - Yes Sir. - And do you want even more of Uncle Jim's fucked up virus inside of you, corrupting your very own DNA? - Yes Sir. - Then BEG me for it. Beg me for M☢️RE! - Please Sir, load me up with more of your nasTy virus. Increase my viral load. PLEASE Sir. Fuck my cunT and fill me with your toxic viral filth. - OH piggy, nasTy nasTy piggy, I think I can do much better than just merely fucking you to increase that already impressive viral load of yours. You up for another pure blood SLAM? - Yes Sir. - Oh you are so fucked up boy. *A deep and dark sinister laugh entered into my ear canal as the man in charge got off on the power and depravity of the situation*. Oh Fuck YEAH, you are one special pig alright, all so willing and very eager to the poinT of begging to be SLAMMED with even more of my virulent med resistant strain. Let's recharge you up then. He got up and attached a tourniquet to his arm and one to my arm. I watched on as the syringe filled up with his extremely toxic blood, imagining the viruses contained within bursting to be let loose inside of me. Once the needle was out of his vein he pressed on his arm for a short while, then, it was time to exert more power and control over me. In went the same dirTy needle, and slowly in went his highly charged corrupt DNA, charging into my system with no barrier and no way of going back to reverse the extra filth that I just had pumped into me. Once done he slid his serpent tatted 🐍 Dick of Death deep inside of me, leaned over my body and towards my face, and shoved his tongue down my throat, kissing me deeply and with an intense passion. Although still super exhausted I felt a slight surge of energy and a deep connection with my SLAMMER as we kissed deeply and fucked even deeper. Even though he was a very long 11" in length with his Dick, I could not feel it pumping away inside of me. The sensation was very odd, like his Dick was actually part of my cunT anatomy, as one, and that it was two pieces of warmth coexisting together naturally. He stopped kissing me and brought his lips to my ear, whispering; - You filthy whore. You nasTy faGGot. Such a greedy pig desperate for as many toxic gifTs as he can get. I suppose you want me to load you with more poz cum, is that it? - Yes please Sir. Charge up my nasTy poz cunT. Show me who is the boss around here. - Oh, don't you worry, I am gonna show you who is boss alright, but as for my load, you are going to have to learn to be patient. He straightened himself up, withdrew from my sloppy as hell gaping hole, got himself a chair positioning it at the end of the sling to commence a FFisting of my very swollen, battered, loose, dripping with NasTy poz cum, cummy cunT. On his first attempt at slipping just two fingers inside of me his entire hand up to and just past his wrist with great ease and absolutely no effort slipped in instead. Having been almost constantly fucked and high on meTh for an entire day I was now really gaping. However, I was about to be made even wider. For the next 6 solid hours he worked on widening the gape as it currently stood. Within minutes of him starting I had lapsed back into my drifting in and out of vivid almost lucid like dreaming of broken sleep. 3 hours in to my gape widening I was in a heavy doze but not quite asleep, but almost, when I felt my face being slapped firmly again; - Hey PiG, wake up, c'mon, wakey wakey, wanna see what Uncle Jim can do ... *slap slap* c'mon, wake up. - Eh, wha', what's happening. - WAKE up PiG! I've got something great to show you. - What is it *I said sleepily* - I NEED you to wake up properly *slap slap* ... C'mon ... - I'm awake, I'm awake. What is it. Is it something fun? - Oh YES, it is a LOT if fun. 💪 I was now alert enough for him to show me what he wanted to show me, and for me to engage. He sat back on the chair and put both of his hands inside of me halfway up his forearms. Yeah, I could feel that. Fuck, it felt intense and extremely pleasurable. He worked on me like that for a while ... - Wanna see Uncle Jim's next trick? - Yes please Sir. Both of his hands came out with one hand going back in, up to halfway of his forearm, then, to his elbow, then .... my cunT lips were now gripping onto the first part of his bicep, and FUCK, I felt like I was about to explode and take off. I suddenly woke up properly and felt like I was beginning to come up again on meTh. I started to pant, and grunt, then as it was getting even more intense I took my eyes to his face with my expression scrunched up in a this pleasure is too much to handle look. His face at first was focused in on my now super stuffed poz cunT, and then .... Our eyes met. His look said it all. He was looking at me as though to say *You really are an extremely nasTy pig, and I am loving having my arm buried deep inside your poz gaping soft velvety fleshy cunT*. I started to speak, but could not get my words out as I was experiencing such intense pleasure; - Please, I ... - 'I' what? - I need another ... - 'I need another' what? What is it you need pig? What was Stevie-boy needing? Another arm inside maybe?

(Cont…) That knock would play out in my head for years to come. That knock was the start of a slippery slope — a slope that would ultimately lead me 10 years later, blackout in a trashy motel, throating a 9mm pistol, effectively destroyed no matter the rules of his game. But that night 10 years ago? I just thought it was going to be some quick, rough fun. — Part 2. I felt my phone buzz. “Just knock when you’re here.” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I was so fucking in over my head. And fuck me, I knew it. I had walked maybe 10 feet up his concrete driveway in East LA. And you could hear my heartbeat out in Malibu. I knew I was in over my head, but also knew how hot that was, how much it made my dick stir and my hole pulse. I was going to get fucked by this latino thug, maybe he’d slap me around a little, call me a puto. Maybe he’d even want his cum inside me. I was ready to have some fun, and that adrenaline? That uncertainty? It was hot. I could use some rough sex. But David? He wanted exactly what he told me he would want. My 20-year-old self… I just didn’t realize. I didn’t listen even when he told me exactly the truth. I didn’t listen when he repeated it before I came over that night. I didn’t listen, and I, well, I guess I needed the lesson. I needed that ultimate moment that shifts your life path, that moment when we discover who we really are. I far from knew it yet, but that's the lesson I needed. Its like some god of debauchery, some figure meant to corrupt born-fags — he let me ignore the warning signs, he let me look past so much... all of David's own warnings, all of those bullshit sexual assault seminars on campus about responsible behavior, all those things that Pastor Eric told me I'd be drawn to if I chose to be gay. I ignored all of it. And, well. There I was. Hard as a rock. I knocked. I remember how he opened the door, never showing himself. I remember the scent of sweat and man and drugs — I’d remember… after it was over… I'd remember that smell. That smell, that filthy reality — it was my future. I knew it. Somewhere deep down… past the porn, and the fantasy… I just knew. Years later I’d remember how that smell meant I was really getting used. Fucked Up Used. There was a connection there, some cerebral soldering that would turn every drug fueled gang bang of my 20s into a drug unto itself. An addictive one. One that meant I'd pursue extremes, submit myself to Men, hurt myself for men. It meant I'd sell myself to men not for profit, but to prove a point about hierarchy. That smell eventually meant I was doing it just fucking right; that night, that night it was simply new. David opened the door. After I stepped inside, into the dark, I got a glimpse from a light in the corner. He was fucking huge. Built. 6’3, maybe 6’4. Fit, dark skinned. Tatted with full sleeves. “Christ” was written across his chest. I couldn’t see it, but I knew: he was hung. I shut the door and smiled at him. I was going to have some hot, rough, fun sex. And then he slapped me. He slapped me so hard my head spun. He drew blood. Not a lot, but enough that I felt it and saw it on my hand. I had to catch myself with a step sideways. I was so off balance, and he caught me. I guess you’d call it a catch? He reached one arm out, and it was enough to support my entire weight. I remember thinking he cared. That I told him I liked slapping. That this was fun. It would be fun. I just need to, reset, ya know? This was just a heavy start. “You knocked, fag. We know what that means." And then -- and it felt so odd -- he touched my hair with his free hand, he touched it gently even. Like I was a prized possession. My cock had gone from shriveled with fear to rock hard instantly. I remember answering him, trying to sound seductive. "That we get to have some fun?" I coyly answered. "Not 'we' faggot." He pulled his arm back, made a fist, and our eyes held contact. He punched me square in the face, my body going limp as he pulled out his other arm; I hit the floor and I was out fucking cold. He, for the first time that night, was rock fucking hard.

So I really enjoy playing with guys who are passed out drunk, drugged, or just exhausted. This has a edge of non consensual it’s to it, but often it’s rediscussed. But at an party if a guy takes a G-Nap, I think there is a implied consent. What are your thoughts?

First a little about myself. I just turned 18 a few months ago. It's been mom and I for as long as I can remember. Mom has been a nurse at least my entire life and even before then. She is now the head nurse (no pun intended) at our local hospice which cares for men with AIDS. I have been around sick men ever since I can remember. I have helped mom and the other nurses out quite a bit. I clean up on occasion and help feed those that cant feed themselves. The disease has never scared me. When I was a lot younger I realized I enjoyed being around these men. My voice and mannerisms were more feminine than masculine. I discussed this with my mom and discovered I was indeed gay. My mom approved of my sexuality so I got lucky there. As my hormones started kicking in I noticed being around these men was giving me a hard on. I would come home and jerk off and then lick myself clean. I enjoyed my own cum and definitely wondered what theirs would taste like. Since I had no dad the birds and the bees were taught to me by mom. We discussed my fantasies I was having for those men and she said for my 18th birthday I could start living out my fantasies in real life. She revealed that some of the men thought I was beautiful which made me blush. I stand at 5 feet 3 inches and weigh about 110. Shoulder length blonde hair that thanks to mom I style it like a girl does. As my teenage years progressed I noticed my fantasies were getting hotter. I imagined being called a dirty faggot while taking these mens loads. Being pissed on had crept in there as well. I knew that I at 18 I was going to get fucked. What I didn't know was that I would be the hospice whore and I couldn't refuse any loads. The night before my 18th birthday mom instructed me on how to clean out my hole. After doing this I had a lite dinner and repeated the same process the morning of my 18th birthday. Mom inspected me and when she was satisfied she handed me a pink silk robe and slippers. I was told that was my clothing for the next four days. My birthday fell on a Thursday. We left home and headed to the hospice. Before going in mom attached a leash and collar on me and led me inside like a bitch. As we neared the entrance mom took off my robe. Once inside I was put on all fours and led into the family room. There were 2 men there already. Mom took off my leash but left the collar on. She told the two men which I recognized to have fun knocking me up. I knew what she meant because of my research on the matter. Before mom even walked out the door Sam had his cock in my mouth. Mom just laughed and went about her business. Sam is definitely a sick man. He has sores on his body and cock. I must admit I still worshipped his cock. The other gentleman Michael stopped Sam for a minute. Michael then slapped me a couple of times across the mouth to get my lip bleeding so I had an open wound while giving Sam a blowjob. Those sores were rubbed all over my busted lip. Some would say that's abuse but I came from Michael doing that. While I worshipped Sam's cock Michael only using spit for lube rammed his cock up my ass. I tried to scream but Sam held me tight against his cock. Sam's cock is only 7 inches and sort of thin. Michael on the other hand has a ten inch cock and fairly thick. It felt like Michael ripped my ass into. I soon realized that he did it on purpose to get me bleeding so I can take his AIDS cum directly in my bloodstream. Sam came fairly quickly but he didn't pull out of my mouth after cumming. I did swallow his cum and he let me nurse his cock while Michael continued the assault on my hole. Michael fucked me for a while and kept saying how good my pussy felt. Okay I thought only women had pussies but I quickly learned that as a bottom my ass is a pussy for gay men. When Michael got ready to cum he sped up his thrusts and was pounding my pussy hard. I started moaning and Sam pulled his cock from my mouth so my moans couibe heard by anyone walking outside the door. Then it happened. Michael started cumming and Breeding my pussy. God it felt like he shot a dozen huge globs of AIDS cum in my pussy. After he finished he kept his cock in my pussy to make sure I got it all and to make sure no cum leaked out. Once he was soft even I was exhausted. Both he and Sam left the room and I thought I was going to get a nap in. I was wrong. Mom came walking in with two more men to use me. She inspected my pussy and laughed. She said oh I bet in a couple of weeks you will be pregnant. But don't worry because once you're knocked up then your ass is going on meds. You are still my son and I want you around for a very long time. In the meantime your little faggot ass needs to get back to work. You still have 18 more men to satisfy today. At this point my pussy is sore but I knew I couldn't tell mom no. So I put my ass in the air and my mouth open to satisfy the next two men. Well time to get back to being a whore.

After having a blinding month of sales I decided to treat myself to a stay over in a very posh hotel. You got a free membership to the attached Health Club and I was in the swiming pool when 2 girls came into the club. Both of them were wearing bikinis and I couldnt help but notice one of the girls was bursting out the top of her outfit.....her tits were huge. She caught me looking but just smiled and said something to her friend. I thought I could detect a hint of Spanish in her accent. Anyway I decided to try the sauna and as it was empty I thought about stripping off and was just about to get naked when the 2 girls came in to join me. They both spoke decent English and we started chatting. it turned out they were dancers from Brasil and were touring the UK as part of a show. They were staying for 2 nights and there was 6 of them. I told them if I saw them in the bar later I would buy them a drink, and then I left to get ready for Dinner. After a very nice Steak and a glass of Red Wine i went into the bar and ordered a beer. After about 15 minutes the 2 girls walked in and waved at me. They were in jogging bottoms and trainers and a t shirt but still looked stunning. I offered them a drink but they told me they were having a party in their room and asked me to go with them. I honestly couldnt belive my luck here and I got a few jealous looks from some of the other residents. When we got to their room,it was a large suite with a joining door to the suite next door. I noticed there was porn on the TV and looking closer it was Chicks with Dicks that was on. I was given a glass of Champagne by one of the girls and she sat next to me on the couch. As we were watching the porn I felt her hand on my leg and then moved on to my cock. she started to rub it through my trousers and soon I was hard. When she finished her drink she took me by the hand and lead me into the bathroom and suggested we take a shower together. When I went into the bathroom it was huge. the shower would probably be big enough for 6 people. The girl I was with took her tshirt of and revealed a lovely Red bra with her tits spilling out. I went over and kissed her and unfastened it and started to suck on her nipples. She was moaning softly and rubbing my cock as she undid my trousers. we kissed again as I stepped out of my trousers and my shorts so i was now naked. I tried to take her joggers down but she stopped me and told me to get in the shower. I got in and turned to look at the godess that i was going to fuck and saw her bent over taking her joggers down. She had a matching red thong and an absolute peach of an arse. I wanted to fuck her so badly that I was rock hard. She joined me in the shower still with her thong on and we kissed again. This time she sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked me for a while then we kissed again and she turned me around to face the wall. She was stroking my cock and my arse and I was in heaven when I suddenly felt that there was something else in between my cheeks. I turned to see the girl with the beautiful face and fantastic tits also had a massive cock.. I didnt know what the fuck to do , but she pulled me in to kiss again an that was that. I was hers . Hers to do what she wanted.. in the shower she had me on my knees sucking her cock. she sucked mine and then let me fuck her standing up. she placed my hand on her cock and I wanked her whilst fucking her arse. I knew I was about to cum and told her. she just pushed back harder and a I deliverd a hot load up her arse.. Then she turned me round and told me it was her turn. She eased her cock into me with plenty lube and took things slowly. Id had a couple of cocks up me but that was yeas ago.she slowly built up the pace and then she said she was going to cum. I felt her seed pump into me. When we were finished we went out into the room still naked and her friends were all there.. I was placed on the couch and given more champange and then the girls all gathered round. A cock was pushed into my mouth and another of the Tgirls started wanking me. I counted 5, all naked, all beautiful ,all bronzed, all fantastic bodies. A couple had huge dicks on them and I got the 1st one up me as I was bent over the arm of the couch. I believe the phrase is "spit roasted" and thats what they did. Each one came in either my destroyed arse hole or down my throat. Some came twice. when they had finished I was given the choise to fuck one of them and I chose the girl with the biggest cock. it was a real turn on as she bounced on my cock and seeing her cock waving about. I couldnt help but blast a load up her hole. When it was over I was given another glass of champagne and we said out goodbyes. I went to bed straight away and when I woke in the morning a load of spunk had leaked out of my hole on the bed clothes. I went down for breakfast and the girls were there. They asked me over to join them and they made it known that I had had sex with them all last night. you could see the jelous looks on the other male guests. They didnt know that everyone of the girls had fucked me instead of the other way round.

This isn't fiction. I have decided to write down my journey up until now. How I became the way I am. How I risk taking poz cock as a closeted married man. If I'm posting this in the wrong section please accept my apologies. I'm not sure a story all about me is worthy of bothering other sections of the forum. This is something I'm trying to get some pressure and maybe guilt off my chest. Being closeted I have nobody to talk to about this. Nobody knows any of what I'm about to type but me. And now you: I'll start right at the beginning. I lost my virginity when I was just old enough to be legal. This being my anal virginity. I slept with and lost my virginity to a girl at age 13. She was also 13. My parents were away for the weekend and I invited a random guy over from a website called Gaydar.co.uk. It used to be a great website but I'm not even sure if it exists any more. I wanted to suck my first dick. Had no plans on being fucked the first time. Anyway, the guy turned up around 1pm in the afternoon. I let him in. He was around 25 y/o. We went straight upstairs and I asked him what I should do. He told me to undress and get on my knees. I did. He was not fat but was a big guy. Tall and stocky. He got his cock out and dropped it right in my face. I recoiled. I was scared. The guy was not sympathetic as he sighed and looked impatient. I was nervous and knew there was no turning back. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. I remember the taste. I liked it and I could feel the oily pre cum lubricating my tongue. I had already tasted my own cum by this point but his was saltier, more bitter. I still loved the taste. I felt dirty and happy with what I was doing. I was also shaking with nerves. There's no way he couldn't tell. I was sucking his dick for a long time. I can't even say how long but my knees were red. I daren't complain. He got rough and was forcing his dick down my throat and making me gag. Everytime I gagged he released a muted "ha". He was laughing at me. I started to feel defiant. I had never been treat this way. My defiance soon passed as he sat on the bed, put his hand under my armpit and FLUNG me with one arm on to the bed behind him. He lays on his back and told me to get at it. I sucked for what seemed like another half an hour. Once in a while his cock would throb strongly but he never came. I could feel pre-cum seeping out all the time. Pre-cum still makes my eyes roll back to this day because of this first time. He asked me if I wanted to fuck. It looked easy in the pornos. I knew it would hurt a little but thought I could handle it. He had brought lube. He told me to bend over on the bed. I did. He fingered my ass. I was ok with this as I had experimented with my own fingers previously. After some prodding and loosening he lined up his dick and put it in slowly. I felt the pain immediately. I lurched forward and let out a painful squeal. He pulled me back by my hips. I should note that he was silent this whole time. He never said a word from the moment he put his cock in me til the moment he left. Anyway, he pushed in to me as I screamed in pain. He didn't thrust in fast, it was all very slow, but the pain was excruciating. Finally he was all the way in. I'd say about 6 inches and quite thick. When he was in he stayed there for about a minute. Still silent. I was still hurting, I thought the pain would be over quickly. He started slowly withdrawing and then pushing back in. I started crying. Not small sobs. Lots of tears, very loud crying. I begged him to stop. He didn't. Just silence as he fucked me and held my hips. I tried to fling myself forward but crashed down on to my stomach as he put his whole weight on top of me. Balls deep. He sped up and started fucking me like I'd seen in the porn. I was still crying but it didn't hurt as much. He fucked me for around 15 minutes. Stopping once in a while. I knew it was to stop himself cumming. I asked for cum in my mouth and almost as soon as I finished my sentence he thrust hard and came in my ass. I said nothing. I had stopped crying halfway through his rigorous smashing of my virgin hole but the degradation of him cumming in me when I said no. The loss of agency. I burst out crying again. He was just silent. He didn't have to say anything. We both knew what just happened. He then pulled out, wiped his dick on my pillow, grinned at me and left. He had got in his car and drove away before I even got off the bed. I realise now I was raped. Somehow it didn't feel like it at the time. I knew I was in trouble when the thought of my rape made my cock hard. I was done for when I had my first wank...Thinking about my rape. This was only around a week later. That was my introduction to being a sub bottom for men. I am still a very dominant top with Women and was always successful in the hunt for pussy. I would only seek cock when I couldn't get pussy but this all changed when I was a couple of years older, and cock became the main goal. My next dick wasn't for two years. I wanted it so much but the trauma of my first encounter stayed with me. I would play with myself with gay porn all the time but stayed away from the real thing. I had a girlfriend, and my next encounter with cock actually came because of her. Let me know if this is appropriate and if you want more. I'm aware I'm not a great writer. This really is just a journal up to now. I feel my story gets very interesting so hopefully you want to hear more of it. Part 2 is linked here as it has straight sex. Further parts will be all gay and here in this thread.

Last few months have had a few guys catching up for a small group play, few are straight (?) but dirty fuckers, the two regulars can't play anymore so lookin for one or two too/vers guys keen to play with a few others around once a month? Hit me up for details. All players must agree on all involved so don't be pissed if that happens

So, this is going to take some explaining. I have a FWB, closer to boyfriend, but neither of us is great with labels. He works as an installer for home theater systems, installing these immense actual theaters in client’s homes. Not always an actual theater, but more often than not, yeah, full fledge theaters. What I am trying to say is that my Friend works for some pretty rich people. He has also been whoring me out to some of these clients since we got together. It’s a fetish he and I both have. But that bit is a different story. So one of my Friend’s clients contacts him and tells him that he is gonna have a stay-cation for a couple of weeks and that he was wondering if he could provide some entertainment. Meaning he wanted my Friend to whore me out to him for his two-week vacation. But this time it would be no clothes, full bondage, my hole would be open season for whomever was in the house. And I had to be okay with that. Little different then us meeting up and him fucking me for a few hours, having a beer, and then me going home. And while it was a hot idea, I wasn’t really sold because two-weeks is a long time and that kind of sex means I get to eat jell-o and drink water so my hole stays as ready as possible. But my Friend knows how to convince me to say yes and after fucking me to the tune of four cum loads in my hole he got me to agree. SO the day that he is suppose to take me over there comes but we are waiting for a text from the client. By the time it comes its super late and it had a fun instruction for the drop off. The client wanted me to be naked and hooded in the trunk of my Friend’s car. Hot, but again no go for me cause weird. I have been fucked by this particular guy before, but this was some new territory for us. And I was a little nervous. Again my friend got my clothes off and fucked me, but then wouldn’t let me cum. I make bad decisions when I’m horny and recently fucked without release. Which meant on went the hood, off all my clothes, and me in the trunk of a car. I was never so thankful for a garage as I was in that moment. So we went on a drive to the client’s house, which was still not the weirdest way I have ever been transported naked. We arrived and after being let in to the gate the car was parked and I was let out of the trunk and led to the house naked. I could hear people around, more than just the client and my boyfriend. After we were in the house the hood still was taken off and I was led to an area where my hands were cuffed and secured above my head to something that was hanging from the ceiling. I waited then for the hood to come off, but it didn’t. Instead I heard the client that I had been whored out to announce that some more entertainment had arrived and to “enjoy.” For a minute nothing happened and then I started to feel hands. A lot of hands. Everywhere. Now I know I had agreed to this. It was my fetish, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know where my Friend was. I didn’t know anything so I was obviously nervous. And that made some of them even more interested. Maybe a little more forceful. What started out a simple groping turned quickly into pinching, pulling, and greased up fingers stretching my hole. They weren’t quick about prepping me. They took their time. Multiple hands spending time finger fucking me until my nervous squirming turned into writhing like a slut. I may have been nervous but this was still getting me hot. Once my hole was loosened up I felt the first cock slide in me. I was fucked by the first cock for what seemed like forever but was probably more like ten minutes before he left my hole empty and a little gaped. And thus began a parade of cocks that fucked me and filled me. Every now and then one of them would cum in me and when they slid out of me they cum would leak out of my hole and down my leg until the next cock came and used the cum as lube to fuck me some more. Mind you the hood still had not been taken off. In the end if everyone that came in me wasn’t a repeat I took twenty different loads in my hole. By this time my arms were sore and my legs were starting to give out. And that’s when I felt myself being let down and led up some stairs. I was put in a room and the door closed behind me and finally the hood was taken off. It was the client. I asked where my Friend was and he told me that he had left an hour ago. He then petted my head and asked how I was doing. I told him I was a little tired and he made a sympathetic face at me. He then asked if I was going to hold up my end of the deal, he said this while playing with my cock. I was still hard. I hadn’t cum yet. So of course I said yes, because good decisions. He told me he was happy and that I could relax in the room, but he needed to get me in position first. That’s when he led me over to a fuck bench and laid me down on it, strapping my legs and arms down. He told me to go ahead and get some rest, but not to be surprised if one of his guests came in to use my hole some more. With that he left and I was strapped to a fuck bench hard as a rock, but nothing going on. I must have fallen asleep, but was woken up to a massive cock thrusting into me all at once and another cock being shoved in my mouth. And so continued my first night as rented out sex toy.

Like everyone, I'm pretty horny during pandemic isolation. On Sunday I was on BBRTS and started chatting with a french guy I've been cruising for a while. He and I have been chatting but had not hooked up. I think he used to be married or somehow attached. He lives less than ten minutes away and we talked about him fucking me. He asked me if I'd even had a cum sickle or if I liked toys. I told him I had not had a cum sickle in me but I was open and that I liked toys. So I cleaned out and then headed over to his building. He was more handsome than his pictures showed him to be. I stripped off and sank to my knees to suck his cock. He held a brown bottle under my nosed and I huffed deeply. My nose was grinding into his pubes as his cock went down my throat. We moved to his bed and I sucked his cock while he played with my hole. I got on my back and he lubed up and then slid his cock into me. He took a shot glass with the frozen cum and held it for me to lick while he pumped me. Then he started licking it. After it started to melt, he put it up to my hole and pushed it into me with the head of his cock. It was a pretty weird feeling but I guess it melted pretty quickly as his cock pushed it deep into my hole. Soon I was just leaking his cum all over his cock and my ass. I looked around his room and noticed on the night stand that there was a small tray with some white lumps of something. I guess he was into meth probably. He didn't look like it, so maybe it was coke. Not my problem. By now he was fucking me doggy style and he asked where I wanted to load. "Breed me" I told him. He grunted and shook as he impregnated me with both his fresh and frozen cum.

Daddy's sleeping, his dick is soft and his load is in my plugged and satisfied ass. Achievement unlocked. 🏳️‍🌈

Sadly I missed the heyday off the NYC adult theatre days by time I started taking loads there was only 3 left and now only 2. I’m looking forward to The Fair opening up because I really need to be filled with dick

lets face it bears make the best bottoms 🙂

Just had the neighbor kid stop by and unload inside me. 20 yr old hairy Latino kid with a thick 7.5uc. Loves to eat my hole and use his spot as lube. Love it when he spits on my face while he’s pounding my hole raw. He’ll prob stop by later tonight again. Told me he’s been super horny lately and needs to empty his balls. Some days he comes over like 3/4 times just to unload. Gawd i love working from home.

I've only been whored out twice. I've organized many, many anonymous breed and seed parties for myself. And I've been tag fucked by quite a few guys before. But, only twice have I had a DOM Top organize and take charge of it. The first time was with one of my "regulars" in London. An Italian DOM guy, who had been fucking me for several years. He preferred to fuck me after I had a load or two in me already. So, one time he told me he wanted to arrange to whore me out to as many tops as he could line up. He told me that if I did it, I couldn't refuse any load. That there would be guys of all ages, builds, races and cock size. I had to submit myself to all of them. I agreed. He spent a few weeks lining up guys. A few were his friends. And some he lined up through BBRT and Craigslist. While this was going on, he go on Grindr and Growlr and got a couple of the guys from those apps as well. Including a guy staying at the same hotel. The party went on for about 4 hours. In those 4 hours, I got about 10 loads put in my ass. And one load down my throat. After each load in my ass, my Italian buddy would slide his dick in me and fuck for a few minutes, before handing my ass over to the next guy. Then, when the last guy finished off in my ass, my Italian DOM buddy finally gave me a hard pounding and planted his load in my now very sloppy hole. The next time was here in Vegas. I had organized a breed and seed for myself at a local motel. One guy from Craigslist that fucked me was a hot Latino daddy. While he was fucking me, two more guys showed up at the same time. The Latino daddy really got off seeing the other guys fucking me as well. He told me that he had a sex room in his home with a sling, a king sized bed and a fuck bench. He said he often hosted sex parties at his home. He asked if I'd be interested in him whoring me out to some of his top buddies? I said yes. So, he set this up for a Saturday afternoon. He and I got naked and he took me into his sex room. He also put a sleeping mask on me. Telling me that he didn't want me to know who was fucking me. But that he'd always be nearby to make sure that I was ok. He handed me a bottle of poppers saying, "You'll need these. A couple of these guys are really well hung." Soon the other guys started showing up. I have no idea how many guys actually fucked me? Because some would fuck until they came in me, then leave. And a few would fucking me a bit, then would hand me off to someone else before sliding back into me again, later. My host was always close by and would keep me well lubed until I finally had so much cum in me, that more lube wasn't necessary. I never had any idea who's dick was in me? Some would fuck me in the sling. Some on the fuck bench. And some on the bed. The fucking went on for several hours. Then my Latino host took off my mask, put me on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed. He knelt behind me and felched the loads from my hole. He was sucking it up and feeding on it like a hungry dog. Then he stood up, slid his cock into me and pounded my ass until he shot his own load into me. It was a really strange sensation to feel the guys fucking me, but having no idea who they were? Having no idea what age or race they were? I could only feel the difference from the size and shape of their cocks. And their fucking style. Some fucked hard, fast, deep and brutal. Some were more gentle and romantic. Some kissed me and some didn't. While I would only do this with a blindfold, if someone was there to watch out for me, it was a very interesting experience. Hopefully, when this virus has left us, I'd love to do this again. It was an exciting experience.

PrivateDrew [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/4-or-5-hot-scenes-i-might-be-in-one-of-them-comp-42712091

A very good start. Your writing is better than 90% of the native English speakers here. I look forward to reading more from you.

I laughed at the boy begging me to rape him. Then I spit in his face. “Dirty little faggot. Careful what you wish for. We’re gonna ruin this sloppy cumdump.” I started to plow him steady and hard, feeling the hot walls of his ass sucking my dick inside. I could feel he was already lubed up. The boy started to moan as my cock sank all the way up his hole. I looked over at Jesse, who had come back in the room, followed by a short, well built mid 20s guy. The newbie’s mouth was agape like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I just smiled and waved him over. “Hey dude. Take your clothes off and come fuck this faggot. How many loads does the kid have in him, Jesse?” Jesse laughed and said “two from me, and two from some random Daddy types who left just before you got here. Nice big cock on those two. Adam was begging for their loads. He’s such a fucking whore.” Adam moaned on the bed as I kept up a steady pace fucking him. The new guy quickly shucked his clothes, showing off a nice tight body with a big fat dick. He was short and smooth with a sexy brush cut, and his cock was uncut. He also had a nice treasure trail from his furry stomach down to thick pubes. An impressive dick hung there, rock hard. I reached out grabbed his cock, and played with his foreskin which barely uncovered the head. He moaned loudly. “What’s your name kid?” “Brian,” he said. “This is so fucking hot. I had a hell of a week and really need to bust a nut.” “Stick around, Brian. We’ll get you fucked up and fuck all night,” Jesse said. He smiled big and pointed to the bong on the table and the big bag of T. “Oh I don’t do drugs,” Brian said. Jesse smiled even bigger and said “It’s cool, you can do them or not do them. Your choice.” Clearly Jesse was gonna give the kid a booty bump whether he wanted it or not. He had a nice firm ass that I knew we were both going to be inside by the end of the night. Brian moved around to the front of the faggot and shoved his ample cock in Adam’s mouth and both of them loudly moaned. Brian fucked Adam’s mouth for a bit then leaned down and spat on his face, licked it off and grinned. Then he leaned over and started to make out with Adam who moaned louder and started riding my dick even harder, trying to get my cock as far up his cunt as it would go. The boy was on fire. Jesse leaned down and started to make out with Adam and Brian, playing with Brian’s rock hard cock. Jesse leaned down and took Brian’s cock into his mouth while I began to fuck Adam harder, so both of the boys started to moan for different reasons. One because his cunt (and reason for living) was getting split open by my fat dick, and the other because his equally fat dick was being swallowed by a handsome bearded cock sucking pig. I wanted to last longer, so I leaned over and whispered in Brian’s ear “Why don’t you fuck the faggot now? He’s all lubed up and squishy with strangers’ cum.” Brian got a wicked grin on his face, then stuck his tongue in my mouth and then we rearranged positions so that he could slide his rock hard dick into Adam and I laid down to take a break, alternating between making out with Adam and Jesse and whispering dirty things in their ears. “You gonna booty bump this kid,” I asked Jesse? He just smiled and looked at me with his huge black pupils. “What do you think?” I just smiled and made out with him harder. I had a feeling our young friend was going to end up with a butt full of cum, just like Adam. Brian pounded Adam’s cunt hard for about 15 minutes while Jesse and I made out with him and egged him on to breed the fag harder. Finally, the shortness of his breath told us he was about to blast the faggot full of another load of sperm. I leaned over to Brian and said “come on, dude, give that faggot your load. Knock him up. The little whore needs more cum to lube up his pussy.” “Fuck, I”m gonna cum!,” Brian moaned and I could see his nuts pull up as he dumped another load our little rugby dump. Adam moaned and begged, “please shoot your fucking load in me. I need your cum inside my cunt. FUUUUUCK.” Breathing heavily, Brian collapsed on Adam’s back and his cock popped out of the boy. I reached down and could feel the cum start to leak from his jizz hole. When his cunt was empty he started to moan and beg “Please. Fuck me. I need more cock. Please.” “What do you say boys? Should we find some strangers to gang rape this cumdump?” They both laughed and said “fuck yeah!” Jesse grabbed the bong and leaned over to give Adam another huge shotgun of T. I leaned down and took it from him and tried to give it to Brian, who turned his head away. He laughed nervously. I blew the smoke away from him and thought “we’ll get you yet, boy. You’re gonna be begging me for my dick before the end of this night.”

I won’t get bred if I haven’t douched. If your diet is good it takes little to no time to make sure you are clean. I always travel with a douche. It makes me feel better when I have a random hook up at the park or bookstore.

Chapter 45; *The return of Uncle Chad* ... I suddenly felt something penetrate my bloodied cunT, BUT, I could not see anyone there. And whatever it was it began to fuck me with the sling swinging back and forth. I actually felt whatever it was inside of me move in and out of my gaping demon fucked poz hole, and all I could do was let out muffled grunts through Todd's soiled Jockstrap .... OUCH; From out of nowhere I felt a sharp claw like scratch scratch me from near my left nipple right down and across to the bottom of my right rib cage. What the fuck was that!? Then I heard a voice speak softly to me in my right ear; - Stevie, .... Steeeeevie, I am back. Uncle Chad is here. Uncle Chad is fucking you. Nothing can separate us now. We are bound by our blood bond for eternity! This could not be, he only died this morning. Well, it was him, returned as a dark spirit, and he would fuck me or anyone else I was with if he wanted to, if the ports were open for him to enter our realm. My bloodied cunT was fucked like this for a good full hour. It hurt, but I loved it. I loved it because I was now a fully fledged poz PiG, and even though I was still at heart a Top if any other Top from now on wanted a piece of my poz ass, then, it was theirs! I also loved it because it was Uncle Chad even though he was no longer in the form of the kind man I knew briefly, and even though he was now presenting as a dark entity. About 15 minutes into the full hour I am sure I heard faint voices from the bedroom. It sounded very much like Uncle Todd, and my boss Todd's husband, Ayan. Mere seconds after the full hour had elapsed I heard the rattling of the door knob and the door was unlocked. As it opened Uncle Chad's dark force left quicker than a blink of a eye, the light went on, and the Lucifer chant was stopped. In walked Todd, and indeed Ayan who was wearing nothing but a pair of trackie bottoms. For the first time I saw his face and huge Scorpion tatted chest at the same time. He smiled at me knowingly when he knew that I now FINALLY realised for sure that he was the ''Silent Stranger'' from Aiden's club on the night of my dancing gig. Everything was now falling into place! - Well well well, look what we have here. That sweet little NEG English boy has been playing with fire, and has got burnt. Still English, but by Christ, certainly no longer NEG. [ Ayan said smugly ]. He continued to speak; - I think it is time he got some of what I have to share, don't you Darling [ ... as he strapped a tourniquet to his bulging bicep ] Uncle Todd smirked knowingly at his husband, and taking a syringe of meth he inserted the needle into his husbands arm, withdrew some blood, and then bam, I was receiving my second broTherhood shoT of the day. The silent stranger's HIV was now rushing into my system without having even ever laid a single finger on me. The new hit of meth hit my system and I was flying so high that I was suddenly having visions of my gang-bang at Aiden's club, and was now badly craving that amount of Dick and cum inside of me that I had received during that one night. Well, careful what you wish for. Because that night in question was just the starter. Tonight was the main course! - That's a deep scratch you have there ... - That wasn't on him when I left the room after Demon fucking him earlier. Must have had a visitor after I left. Ayan picked up the kicked over wooden stool, sat on it at the foot of the sling, and proceeded to FFist me continuously for the next two hours with the final several minutes of those two hours aggressively punch FFisting me on a continual loop. No relent. My cunT was now bloodied and completely trashed, yet my welcome to the broTherhood parTy had not even started. - Darling, let's go an eat dinner, then afterwards I'll go to the basement and commence with the ritual. What did my boss mean by ritual? Uncle Todd & Ayan both left the bathroom, leaving me laying in the sling, restrained, lights off, with Uncle Todd's pus-piss soaked Jock still stuffed in my mouth, and my bloodied cunT leaking cum and my cunT juice. A short while later Uncle Todd returned, removed his rank jock from my mouth, released me from the restraints, and guided me as I was unsteady on my feet to the red Leather couch where I properly rested with some fresh hot bone broth I was just given, with relaxed chat. After a decent rest and idle chat it was me that inadvertently abruptly directed the rest of the night in the direction it would be going; - What did Ayan mean by 'ritual'? - Well, shall we go and see, I reckon he is about now ready for YOU! C'mon PiG, finish up your broth and let's go. I quickly finished my broth, and off we went, down the staircase to the ground floor of their grand house, and across the hallway to the door leading down to the basement. As Todd went to open the door I started to shake. I was completely naked, yet, I was high on meTh and the house was warm. My inner being had sensed imminent Dark DANGER. He opened the door and gave me a gentle push so I had no choice but to step onto the top step. - That's it, now go down to the bottom of the steps, walk over to the altar and lay sideways to it, between the altar and outside of the opening to the circle where the beast will be waiting for you.

I do like the way an uncut cock can get nice and ripe with smegma and stale piss, extra flavour for sucking on before it goes inside me Sometimes you can feel the foreskin as well... But, generally, as long as there is a raw cock in my fuckhole, I'm a happy guy

There are actually 3 criteria. You have to meet all three thresholds to progress to the next level. I don't discuss how they work in order to prevent people from gaming the system.

Just recently moved to a new town, it's a small conservative place and I was very nervous that I wouldn't find what I need here....have met a few guys since moving in, all were nice, but very plain and all safe...this past weekend things took a turn. I took off work early on Friday and hooked up with this tall dark skin dude with great dick and a big load he wanted to put in my ass. One thing led to another, he turned out to be a connect for something I haven't done in quite a while...by Sunday evening, I had taken 14 BBC some only orally, but most in the ass too. I got stretched and loaded up all weekend, here and even visited a nearby larger city. I made notes about each encounter and would love to share more if anyone is interested...If so, I will open a thread in the backroom due to some of the content. Let me know.

I'm also married. Her rules are that she owns all cocks (including mine), so I am only allowed to stick mine inside her. My ass and mouth are my own, so I can have all the cock that will fit in me. Since she owns all cocks, that means she is entitled to get fucked by any cock she can get. She hates condoms.

Hot scenario, ive had it done to me, bumped back when finished

Married 17 years wife knew from the outset. She felt at risk of loosing me to a guy as a gay couple but, with the genuine promise she was the only woman for me, and a standing rule to not embarrass her (nor she me) - so home is off limits - we give each other time to play in our own way. I could always justify it to myself cause we had things the other couldn't provide: she loved bdsm/play-acting and I loved men. I was a condom nazi; then prep came out and I try to look after her - so we flip between condoms and no-condoms for periods after breeding when I'm at risk. Prior to that, we had serious discussions about what-if for hiv, I was pretty shocked she considered it just a possibility but concluded she would prefer more of my bare dick even if risky than waiting for clean (hiv) results all the time. (Turns out she loves hot cum inside her as much as I do ?.) I probably fuck a lot (LOT) more than she realises particularly since my need to breed could be made safer with prep. Other sti are a pain but to date I've managed to keep her clean. Recently she started being the unicorn at swingees and just loves the attention. That's really important to me. I wish she would join team prep, raw cock, and just accept the other-sti risk - then she would be swinging bare and become the unicorns unicorn and if she thought she was popular now... Well My wife is a rare amazing person.; The honesty between keeps us togethee, we can each play without it impacting the other as long as we make time for each other. Kids eat up what time we have - so extra diligence required - but the happier and more consistent the sex she and I get; the more approval I have to play away and that is most definitely a good thing.

Part 10, I think this is the part many have been waiting, As I was laying there in the fur lined sling, every inch of my body felt alive from feeling the softness of the fur and the magic the little brown bottle were providing. I felt a finger rubbing on my left nipple in little circles first clockwise and then counter clockwise. Then I felt a second finger on my right nipple doing the same thing in unison. I muffled through the hood to 'please be careful with those'. I heard Mr. Terry's voice in my ear saying 'what pup? We couldn’t hear you'? I said, 'please stop Mr. Terry, those are very sensitive and something embarrassing is going to happen if you don’t.' I felt the hose move and I prepared for another round of medicine through the tube, this time it was again a deep breath of air from my daddy, followed by hit one of medicine. He made me hold it for a long time before tugging on the leash to exhale. Just as I exhaled, I heard Mr. Terry in my voice saying 'oh, no worries boy, don’t be shy, we want your nipples to open up that pussy. We are going to use your perfect little boy tits to open that pink little fuck pussy wide.' I muttered to myself in the hood, he is so funny, I am a man, and I don’t have a pussy. With that, I inhaled the next deep breath of medicine. Then followed by a third. With each exhale, I felt my little pink boy nipples being played with a little harder and with a little more authority. I felt my daddy move between my splayed out legs and lean over my crotch and then it felt like a bolt of lightning hit me as his tongue gently licked on my belly and I heard my daddy say 'his precum tastes like candy, it will make great lube'. I felt him licking my belly and then felt his hands on my upper thighs pushing on my legs in the stirrups. Within a second, I felt something so incredible I started to ride up in the sling. His tongue slowly, incredibly slowly started to lick from my ass crack up toward my cock. His tongue was wet and slimy, traveling up my crack and over my hole as slow as a snail, and leaving a slime trail behind as the precum came of his tongue and was applied to my tender virgin hole. He continued moving his tongue up over my smooth hairless taint and up to my nuts. I felt my nuts being lifted by his nose as he licked all the way up to the base of my big heavy nut sack. He stayed in place but I felt him squeeze the head of my cock to get more precum from under my uncut cock's hood. I heard Mr. Terry again whispering in my ear, 'what do you think boy? Have you ever had such an amazing dream?’ I was still flying on the poppers and incredibly confused by the sensations on my nipples, on my cock, on my hole and on my hole body as I lay there in the mink lined sling. I felt so alive I thought I would come out of my skin. I said, 'oh this is a dream? God I am so confused? What is happening to me?' It was a little hard to hear through the hood, but I heard my daddy say with authority. 'Son, I am going to give you a magical night you never dreamt of, but that I have laid awake and jacked off to this night for years. Do you trust me son?' 'Yes daddy', I said with an additional nod in case he couldn’t hear me through the mask. 'Do you love me son'? Just then I felt my nipples being twisted hard and I felt his finger rubbing my precum onto my hole. He started making little circles around my hole with quite a bit of tension. The mental image I had reminded me of stories my buddies told me about sex. I said, 'oh god daddy, yes. Please daddy'. 'Please what?' Mr. Terry said to me. 'Please, please don’t, please don’t stop, please, that feels amazing. I never knew I could feel so good, please daddy don’t stop.' He said, my question was, 'do you love me son?' I grabbed the fur lined blanket with my fists and moaned as he licked and said, 'Oh god, yes daddy, I love you'. I heard some snaps coming undone as his finger just kept rubbing in tight circles around my boy clitty, slow and fast, and then slow and soft and fast and a little harder. I was moaning and again feeling that fur under my skin was making ever nerve ending in my body fire. I felt so alive, so warm, like I was floating in a dream. I felt the tube being pulled over toward where Mr. Terry was standing. I was hooked; I wanted more medicine so I started to breath deep. I heard Mr. Terry say, look at you pup, you are huffing before I am even ready. You horny and greedy little pup. I just nodded instinctively, knowing I needed more poppers in me. I didn’t want to come down from these feelings. I didn’t want this feeling to end. I never understood there was pleasure possible like this. I didn’t have to wait long and I felt the first breath of medicine. And a second with a really long hold, fuck I was loving this tingly warmth that rushed over my face and chest and shot tingles down from my left nipple that he was still rolling like a radio dial right to my asshole. My daddy was still rubbing my hole but it wasn’t his finger any more, it was bigger. Maybe it was his thumb? Gosh it felt huge. The poppers were making me so confused. The next inhale caught me off guard, but it was more cigar smoke. I was a good boy and so fucking high on poppers I didn’t flinch this time, but took it. I felt Mr. Terry rubbing my head through the hood and said.....'Fucking good boy, you are a very good boy' and he tugged the leash for me to exhale. One more really big deep hit of poppers and I felt daddy rubbing his finger, or thumb? Or something up and down my crack. Again, from the base up and over my hole where he put a little pressure and up my taint to the underside of my nuts where he pushed them up toward my cock. My cock was pulsing along with my heart beat. I could tell it was harder than steel. I felt my daddy grab it again, I had never been touched by another person before, and it felt so strange having someone touch my cock. It felt amazing and again made me push up in sling with a wave of pleasure; the chains clanking were loud even in my hood. He slowly was moving this 'thing' up and down my ass channel, every time on the up push he grazed slowly at my hole and pressed a little harder until it slipped past and went over my taint. I heard a click and felt an amazing wetness being poured onto my nuts, taint and down my ass crack. It felt like cups and cups of if, warm, thick wet. I felt the blunt end of his thing? His thumb? Against my hole again and this time it didn’t slip past it slipped in a little bit. I heard daddy say. 'Take me inside of you son, take my shaft. The next hit of poppers I went super deep, I could feel my lungs fill and felt like my chest was expanding more than ever. Mr. Terry even noticed how big it had inflated and said that I was a good pig. Hearing his words triggered something in me. I felt different, I felt alive, and I felt like an animal. I lunged forward in the sling and I reached up and grabbed onto the chain with my left hand. I started to extend my right hand down to my ass when I heard daddy say 'go ahead boy, feel me inside you'. My hand went to my hole and it dawned on me that is his cock trying to get into my hole. Daddy said, go ahead boy, touch my big veiny horse cock. I wished I could see it, but I wrapped my hand around it and it was like steel wrapped in a tight skin lining. I ran my finger over the huge veins, tracing them with my finger up and down his cock. I felt my wet hole and he said, 'see how hard your boy clit is, rub it son'. I said, 'I have a clit?' I had my finger at the entrance to hole. He said 'of course you do, every good pup has one, that why you feel so horny right now. I love that your clit is so hot and throbbing.' Mr. Terry unsnapped a piece on my hood and my ears were exposed. He also undid a couple other snaps and my mouth became free to the open air. I could clearly hear my daddy now; say 'touch your boy pussy, son. Feel how alive it is? Feel how hungry it is? Feel how it needs to be opened like a good pussy should be opened, wide and deep.' I said, 'oh daddy, there is no way that is going to fit inside my hole'. He said, 'oh son I will make it fit because I am going to pop that cherry in less than a minute.' Mr. Terry encouraged me to take the last feel, my hand was wet with lube and the whole sensation of touching my ass in such a pleasurably way, the head of his monster cock and the lust I felt in my soul was like nothing I felt possible. He then took my left hand off the chain and encouraged me to rest back into the fur blanket. He brought the poppers to my nose and said, breathe slowly and very deeply. As I was inhaling I felt daddy sink his shaft into me. Mr. Terry had one nipple and my daddy had the other, and had slowly worked my pink little nipples into a hard little knots. Daddy slowly, ever so slowly pushed in, then withdrew a tiny little bit and then pushed more. I heard him say, 'son, I have waited for this day for years, and it is just as perfect as I knew it was. Even better actually, your pussy is opening nicely. You were made for this. This is your glory; this is your destiny, open up for daddy and make me proud.' I exhaled just as he said proud and I pushed up toward him and I felt my hole gape open and soon I felt the tickle of the hair on his nuts poke my ass crack and his pubes caressing my nut sack. As he slowly pulled out, I heard Mr. Terry say. 'Well?' Daddy said, 'The cherry popped and there are some red streaks of his cherries juice.' I nestled back into the fur and thought, what a strange time to be trying the pie. But soon my mind was back to the present daddy pressed in again. He started to pick up his tempo and said, 'fuck I thought after feeding him that load earlier I would be good to go for a while, but the troops are getting anxious to release'. With that he started to pick up the pace. I raised my hands over my head to the chains as they were rattling really loudly now. Mr. Terry gave me another hit of medicine and started really working on my tits. I was wiggling and moaning and squirming around on that fur and taking the full pressure of daddy slamming his big fucking veiny dick deep into my boy pussy. I heard him making comments like, ‘fuck boy this pussy is made for breeding. And look how those pussy lips swell. And my sperm is going to be painting the walls of your cunt very soon. And how hot it looked as my peach fuzz clung to his shaft as he withdrew from my boy cunt'. His words were so hot to me, I felt like I had been loved and wanted for the first time. At that time he lunged forward and laid his chest on mine. His hips were convulsing and resting, then convulsing repeatedly. I could feel a few drops of sweat come off of his chest and land on mine. Mr. Terry was playing with both of my tits as I felt my daddies tongue enter my mouth. I was being kissed by a man; actually I had never been kissed so I smiled wide as his tongue slid into me. 'What a great first round' Mr. Terry said. Daddy said, 'Oh, yes, we are going to love sharing this.'

Part 8, As I walked down the path toward the woodshed, I thought back on my day. It was the best day of my life. It was my 18th birthday, I was finally starting my senior year in high school. I had never thought I would get this far after being held back a couple years ago, but I was finally a senior. Then, Wow, I can’t believe it, I had received that unbelievable letter from the State University telling me that they were giving me a scholarship to play hockey and be on their track and field team. And if that wasn’t enough, to top it all off, the man down the street I always looked up to, Mr. C, gave me a job at one of his pizza places to make sure I had some spending money when I went away at school next fall. I had a huge smile on my face as I realized, this was the best day ever. As I got to the swimming pool, it looked like something out of a magazine. I thought man, this is the life. Because I was gawking at the pool and grounds and I think those celebration drinks were making me feel funny, I was not paying much attention to where I was going and ran into a hammock hanging by the pool. The sounds of the chains rattling made a loud noise so I grabbed them to quiet it down. I realized it was very similar to the one Mr. C had in his rec room back at his house. But focus Lukas, don’t screw this up.... prove your dad wrong, you are not stupid and dumb. I could see a red light back further back, so I continued on my way. The trail snaked between these beautiful gardens, as I got closer and closer to the light on the woodshed. Finally, I was on the porch of the woodshed, I was feeling really funny by then, but I remembered what Mr. Ali had said, so I knocked once firmly, I opened the door and walked in. The room was pitch black inside and had a pretty strong scent of cigar in the air so although I couldn’t really see anything I gathered that I was in the right place. With confidence, I knew what to do so I said, ‘Sir, I have your present here and please take my cherry pie’. I heard the deep voice of Mr. Terry say, ‘you look great with that red halo of light coming in from the doorway, you are a very good pup, now close the door and take two steps forward’. I wondered how he knew my nickname was pup? I didn’t remember telling him that earlier, but I guess I was distracted when he noticed my hard on. I then saw a strange reddish glow. It looked like a glowing cherry a few feet in front of me. It would get sort of brighter and then got dim again. I heard him say, ‘set the brown paper bag and the pie on the table right there’. I felt in front of me and sure enough, there was a table. There was a noise from a chair sliding a little and the glow of the cherry colored light got brighter again and raised up. It was then, I realized Mr. Terry stood up and I heard his boots clomp on the floor, as he got closer to me. Soon I heard him exhale and a strong blast of cigar smoke blew into my face. My parents were totally opposed to smoking so not being used to being around smoke, and I coughed a couple times. It really smelled, but I didn’t want to be rude, so I didn’t say anything. The glow got closer and closer and It dawned on me it was the glow from his cigar. Similar to before, my cock twitched a little bit and again and I thought, that is so strange. The room was so quiet, that I again heard him exhale and smelled another blast of cigar smoke. I was more prepared this time and I didn’t cough. I then heard him say, ‘good pup, that’s progress’. By the way, he said pro-gress, I could tell he was Canadian. I got the courage and said ‘Sir, how did you know my nickname was pup’? His eyes must have been more accustom to the darkness but with the glow of his cigar I could see him reach down and pick up the brown paper bag off the table. I could hear the crinkle of the bag as he opened it and he reached inside and he said, ‘perfect they are still very cold’. I suddenly heard a noise over in the corner of the room and Mr. Terry set the bag back down on the table. I heard more footsteps and realized a second person was in the woodshed. The other person startled me and thought, oh I probably better get back up to the house and see if Mr. Ali was done with me, oh shit, Mr. C. Is still in his pickup truck. I gotta get moving. I felt Mr. Terry reach out and put his hand on my hand and he started to guide me around the table. Wait, this is away from the door. I could see the outline of his face as he puffed in on the cigar and cherry glow showed his rugged features. He stopped, turned toward me and exhaled directly into my face. I didn’t cough and actually breathed a little of it in. Fuck, my cock got hard and I could tell by the coldness of my wet spot on my thigh that my cock expanded and was fully erect again. I heard the person behind me moving again and I heard the deadbolt lock turn on the door that I entered. Suddenly the other person was right behind me, I got the sense that he was also really tall and I just sensed he was also a big dude. Mr. Terry held me firm, turned me around. I think I was facing back toward the door I entered and just then....there was a bright flash of light and only about two feet in front of my face I clearly saw a little brown bottle. All of a sudden, it came rushing back to me. I saw Dr. Brad and a flash back, my mind went blank, and I just stood there. I heard a familiar voice, and it said, ‘Boy, who are you?’ Without thinking I said, ‘I am yours. I belong to the man with the bottle. Dr. Brad told me you would come and take me and make me his. Are you here for me Sir? Am I yours, Sir?’ ‘Yes son, I am here for you, you are finally mine’. ‘Wait, I know that voice, Mr. C?’ ‘Yes son, it is, but now you will call me daddy or Sir, do you understand son?’ I felt him gently take my hand and I said, ‘Yes Daddy, I do, thank you Sir.’ I then felt Mr. Terry behind me. I felt his chest pressing against my back and he something tight around my neck. It smelled like leather and I felt him fasten it tight around my neck. I heard Mr. Terry whisper, ‘nice and tight Tony, the collar fits perfectly, do you want the leash on your pup too?’ Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the hypnosis, but it is like I was dreaming. They were talking about me like I wasn’t really there. But, I heard my daddy say ‘yes’. With that, the leash clicked onto the collar and the two started to guide me by the leash and the hand back further into the darkness of the woodshed.

Kelvin’s Graduation PART THREE – Evolution Kelvin could feel the rivulets of sweat as they ran down into the small of his back. He was panting now as Coach’s hands held Kelvin’s hips in place as each thrust of Coach’s hips buried his cock deeper and deeper into Kevin’s eager hole. “This is what you were made for, Coach’s little fuck toy and cum dump.” Kelvin grunted as Coach’s dick bottomed out against Kelvin’s prostate sending waves of pleasure through his body like electricity. “Get ready boy, it’s time for you to get a load of Coach’s DNA up that breeding hole of yours. Once Coach marks your ass it’ll be his forever. That was the deal boy, remember?” The rhythm of Coach’s pounding increased as Kevin moaned under the onslaught. “Tell me that you want my cum boy, beg for me to mark your ass and make it mine. Tell Coach to take what you already know belongs to him. Give Coach your ass…your body.” “My soul” thought Kelvin but he could hardly speak. Between pumps he managed to grunt, “Yes, your load. Give it.” “What?” asked Coach, “I need you to be clear what you want from me.” Kelvin had never thought he’d be in this position. Never thought he’d be getting fucked on all fours, like some bitch in heat. He never dreamed of losing himself in the sensations of pleasure which now occupied and filled all of his senses. As Coach’s assault on Kelvin’s ass reached fever pitch, Kelvin managed to grunt, “Mark my ass Coach! My ass is yours, it just took me time to realize it. I want your load swimming inside me. Breed me, Coach! Breed my ass!” As the last of the words tumbled out of his mouth Kelvin felt as though a weight was lifted from him and he finally felt free from the burden of being fearful for who and what he was. He could also hear a rumble in Coach’s throat as Coach took in the words. “Here’s Coach’s raw load boy,” yelled Coach Foley, “and now your ass and your whole body are fucking mine!” Coach’s body shook and he let out a noise somewhere between a grunt and a roar and Kelvin could feel Coach’s dick flex and knew that his insides were now getting covered with Coach’s spunk. As Kelvin pictured Coach’s load roiling inside him, he felt his own balls tighten and his dick stiffen against his stomach. A wave of pleasure, like electricity, spread through him and he also roared out in release. Wads of cum sprayed his abdomen before dripping to the wrestling mat below. With each spurt, he could feel his ass tightening and milking Coach’s dick for every last drop. Again and again, Coach pulled back and drilled deep and each time Kelvin could feel Coach’s cock flex inside his ass filling his guts with DNA and marking him as Coach’s fuck toy. His breeding bitch. His cum dump. As Coach slowed his pumping he leaned against Kelvin’s sweaty back with his dick still buried in Kelvin’s now cum-filled ass and placed his mouth near Kelvin’s ear. “Mine now,” he whispered. Kelvin woke in a sweat, soaking his sheets. The room was still dark and Kelvin let out a heavy sigh. “Another fucking dream,” he thought. He didn’t even need to check, his cock was still wrapped in the metal cage as it had been for the last two weeks and was aching as it strained against its confines. Once again he found that even without a hardon, he managed to dump a load of spunk in his sheets. Fuck, third time this week. As he rolled over onto his back he closed his eyes and thought to himself, “How the hell did I get here?” It had been two weeks since Coach has caged him up and two weeks without getting off. Sure he was having these wet dreams and his cum was flowing - but the release, the power behind the orgasm was evading him. He had never been so horny in his entire life. He couldn’t not watch the videos Coach had given him, they were too fucking hot. They were also fucking with him and he could tell it. Gone, or at least diminished, were his fantasies of swallowing Coach’s loads. Now he was dreaming of Coach’s thick cock sliding into his ass and dropping load after load inside. But this wasn’t him. He didn’t want to get fucked. Sure he had some fun experiments after that first time fingering his hole, but his mind screamed against the thought of Coach’s monster busting its way through his hole. Despite the cage and the lack of cumming he still looked forward to his and Coach’s work-outs. He could feel his cock start to swell as the afternoon ticked away and was familiar with that ache which started after lunch as his cock strained against the metal in anticipation. He was now regularly getting two and sometimes three loads out of Coach each day. Coach had praised his increase in skills and was happy with how fast he had taken to both the cage and his role as cum swallower. Sure, he missed the orgasms, but Coach had turned out to be right. What he realized he wanted most were Coach’s praise and his loads. Coach Foley sat in his shorts in his office thinking about Kelvin’s next workout session. It was time to move the line so to speak and see if Kelvin was willing to take another step forward. Coach had been happy with his progress so far. Kelvin never bitched about the cage or not getting to shoot his load. Sometimes he could see the hunger, the need, building behind Kelvin’s eyes but it evaporated quickly with a word of praise and a dose of daddy milk from Coach’s balls. Kelvin was a good choice, a natural boy, eager to take direction. Coach smiled. He’d picked a good one this year. After last year’s disappointment, all that work and no seroconversion, he was gaining confidence that Kelvin would be the next to carry Coach’s viral DNA far and wide. He walked over to the fridge and pulled out another batch of chem piss for the next step. When Kelvin arrived, he stripped down as usual and assumed Position One, as he had been for the last couple of weeks. Coach arrived and handed his regular dose of energy drink and watched as he swallowed it down. Kelvin’s felt his actual workouts had been going well and even after only two weeks his muscle memory had kicked in and he was showing signs of definition. The testosterone probably wasn’t hurting either although Coach was careful with the dosing so that it was enough to help with workouts. Kelvin smiled. Probably also helps keep me horny, although that never really seemed to be a problem. At the end of the last reps, Kevin moved over and assumed Position 2 ready for Coach’s meat and a load of gravy. Coach smiled, saying, “We’re going to try something new today, get over here.” Coach led him over to another piece of gym equipment. “This is a table vault, normally used in gymnastics, but I’ve found other uses for it. I want to lay on your stomach on it. Your head will be at this end and your ass at the other. I can adjust the height so I can just slide my dick into your mouth. Give it a try,” encouraged Coach. It was a bit awkward at first to find the right way to lay on it, but once Kelvin found the sweet spot and once the height was adjusted, Kelvin found that deep throating Coach’s cock was even easier in this new position. It was a bit weird having his ass hanging off the end, but once Coach’s cock was in place, nothing else seemed to matter. Coach was enjoying the view and the blowjob. Kelvin was buried to the bush on Coach’s cock and was using his throat muscles to milk Coach’s head and shaft. That alone would have been enough, but in this position Coach also had a great view of Kelvin’s ass which moved in time with the boy’s swallowing motions. It didn’t take long of watching Kelvin’s perfect furry ass bobbing up and down until Coach lost his first load deep inside Kelvin’s gullet. Now it was time to see about moving that line. As Kevin began to work on Coach’s second load, Coach starting encouraging him and praising his cock sucking skills. “Your mouth and throat make a cock feel good. How about Coach doing something to make you feel good too?” asked Coach. Kelvin could hardly answer, which was fine because Coach didn’t really care to hear one. As Kelvin continued to work his cock Coach leaned over and set his hands on Kelvin’s ass and began to gently rub it. At first, Coach could feel Kelvin’s alarm but as he continued to rub, Kelvin went back to sucking and was actually starting to moan softly. Coach kept up the rubbing and worked his way down toward Kelvin’s crack to get a view of Kelvin’s pink virgin hole. Kelvin continued his work and Coach took that as a sign to try the next step. Removing his hands his wetted a finger in his mouth and reached with the other hand to rub and then separate Kelvin’s cheeks, opening his crack and exposing his hole. Again there was a pause but Kelvin went back to working Coach’s shaft. Coach wet his finger again and carefully placed it along the edge of Kelvin’s hole and began to circle it. At his first touch, Kelvin had frozen in position as the wet finger edged around his tight ass. Slowly Kelvin resumed his work on Coach and his moaning had gotten louder. “Perfect,” thought Coach. “Going just like I planned.” Coach continued to circle Kelvin’s ass occasionally wiping across it which caused Kelvin’s ass to jump slightly but to return back to normal when Coach’s fingers resumed their erotic laps around his hole. Coach could feel Kelvin’s throat working overtime on his cock and he was ready to deliver a second load. Coach carefully covered his finger generously with spit and placed it against Kelvin’s hole. “Time to move that line,” he thought as he released his second load down Kelvin’s throat as he applied gentle pressure to Kelvin’s muscular ring which, after the previous massaging, gave token resistance and before yielding to Coach’s finger which slid easily to the second knuckle. Kelvin moaned as Coach’s dick twitched and its warm load hit his throat but was cut short with a new sensation. Coach, who had been playing with Kelvin’s ass and making it feel quite good, had changed tactics and Kelvin felt his hole give way to Coach’s thick finger. At first panicking, Kelvin focused on getting the Coach’s load down but he could not completely escape the feeling of pleasure that was growing in his ass. There was a feeling of hunger that he had not known existed and it was coming from his ass. The invading finger moved slightly deeper causing increased pressure but also with it, came a wave of pleasure. The pleasure of feeling that fullness in his ass was new to Kelvin, but he embraced it. Coach knew he had won when after pushing deeper he felt Kelvin’s ass relax instead of tightening back up. Coach’s spent cock suddenly surged back to life at the realization that Kelvin has stepped toward the line and was teetering on the edge. Moving slowly and intentionally Coach continued to work his expanding cock down Kelvin’s throat while sliding his finger along the wall of Kelvin’s ass. Kelvin moaned louder but did not retreat on either front. Eventually Coach’s finger located Kelvin’s prostate. “You doing ok, boy?” he asked. Getting only moaning in return he positioned his finger along the prostate and whispered in Kelvin’s ear, “Coach is ready to give you your gift for being such a good cocksucker.” Coach Foley applied gentle pressure on Kelvin’s knob and began to rub back and forth across it. He could feel Kelvin’s surprise as wave after wave of pleasure hit his system. His moaning became ragged and his throat muscles loosened slightly as the pleasure in his ass replaced it on center stage. Kelvin heard the Coach’s whisper but didn’t know what it meant. Suddenly his insides were aflame with sensations he did not think possible. His moaning got caught in his throat as Coach’s finger pressed against his insides and waves of pain/pleasure rolled through his ass and balls. There was some discomfort at first but it fell away as pleasure replaced it. Within a minute he was back to working Coach’s now rigid cock with his throat and could feel the shocks within him each time Coach’s finger made a pass. “Good boy,” whispered Coach again in Kelvin’s ear. “Let’s see if we can encourage those balls of yours a little.” Kelvin could feel the pressure from the finger increase and it sent waves rolling through his balls. Suddenly, he felt cum oozing out of his dick in a steady stream. It wasn’t his normal precum, which was always generous, and it wasn’t an orgasm but he could feel it spilling out as the pressure increased inside him. It seemed to go on forever as more and more cum emptied from his trapped, flaccid cock. He couldn’t stop it so he focused on Coach’s cock lodged in his throat. “Doing great boy, I’m definitely getting off on milking cum outta your bloated nuts. Never knew you could dump a load without cumming, eh? Maybe sometime soon we’ll teach you a way to cum with that cage on,” teased Coach. “For now, Coach needs you to swallow his load.” Coach felt Kelvin’s apprehension slip away and smiled. The boy had taken the next step, had crossed the line. He was proud of both his boy and his own skill in getting Kelvin to accept Foley’s role as Coach and Kelvin’s role as boy. With that final thought, Coach’s third load boiled out of his nuts finding its way down Kelvin’s still eager throat. Yes, things were going nicely. After the last spurts of cum Coach Foley pated Kelvin on the head. “Good boy. I knew after watching that porn I gave you, you’d want to see what all the fuss was about get your ass played with. Your caged up cock seemed to like it.” Kelvin was still reeling from how intense the sensations were of Coach rubbing his prostate. Even now, with Coach’s one finger deep inside him and his now softening cock still filling his mouth, Kelvin was feeling good. Kelvin felt Coach’s finger slide slowly out of his ass and once it was gone he managed a low whimper at the now empty feeling that replaced it. Coach smiled to himself after removing his finger. He’d done it slowly and had felt Kelvin tightening his ass muscles as his finger retreated. The boy was trying to hold it in by squeezing tightly – a sign that made Coach re-stiffen. Coach Foley backed away slowly letting his now hard cock retreat slowly from Kelvin’s throat, completely sucked clean of cum as always. Kelvin was a quick learning and he was definitely developing a taste for Coach’s spunk. Coach lowered his head down to Kelvin’s ear and pulled Kelvin’s head closer by his jaw. He whispered, “Best you hit he showers boy. There’s a small mess since you weren’t prepared for the milking.” He felt Kelvin stiffen in fear of having done something wrong. “Not to worry though, tomorrow we’ll teach you how we can avoid that so you can enjoy having your ass played with again.” With that Coach stood up and slapped Kelvin’s ass. “Get going, boy!” Kelvin hopped up like he was told and hit he showers. As he sat under the warm water he reached back and felt his hole. It was still a bit sensitive but the sense of emptiness was still there and the memories of the sensations that had gripped him a few minutes ago were still playing in his mind. He leaned against the shower wall and sighed. Kelvin didn’t know what his latest experience meant for the future, but he did know that he’d do just about anything to feel that way again – and that thought made him nervous.

My boy and I brought Kyle to the doctors this morning after he called and said he just couldn't be alone when he get's the news. We have breed this kid for month I think the last breeding took. He spent hours on the fuck bench as well as tied face down plugged and diapered. We only removed the diaper and plug long enough to pump him full of more toxic cum as well as all of our steaming hot piss. I would say it took this time.

Sorry about the delay, but finding the spare time between work and finding enough dick, my calendar's a bit full. Hope it was at least worth some of the wait... Kelvin’s Graduation PART II – Conditioning Kelvin had never felt more alive he thought as he was sitting in physics class. For the last week and a half, he and Coach Foley had been meeting every afternoon with the sole intent of feeding Kelvin as much of Coach’s cum as possible. Kelvin glanced at the clock. Half-an-hour, which would probably feel more like an hour Kelvin thought and sighed. Already with just those passing thoughts, Kelvin felt his cock stir to life. After the first day, things had fallen into a pattern. Kelvin would arrive, they would down a Coke or two and shoot the shit for a little while. Coach would then look Kelvin in the eye and Kelvin would lower himself to his knees in front of Coach’s groin. A couple days in, Coach had instructed Kelvin to place his hands folded behind his back and look up into Coach’s face. Coach had referred to this as “Position Two” and told Kelvin whenever he said it, Kelvin should immediately be kneeling and waiting as described. Kelvin thought this unusual, but it obviously made Coach very happy when Kelvin complied – as Coach’s dick jumped to life when Kelvin took to his knees. Kelvin was just playing along with the commands, he didn’t even know what “Position One” was. What surprised Kelvin was that over the last couple of days, it wasn’t only Coach, but Kelvin himself, who was becoming hard when he heard the words “Position Two”. Yesterday, Coach had made Kelvin sit in the position for 10 minutes before he let Kelvin take his cock and cum. The entire time, Coach had been working his thick meat at Kelvin looked on. By the end, Kelvin could feel precum pooling at the tip of his head in anticipation. Coach also appeared to notice and gave Kelvin a big smile just before smoothly sliding his veiny monster all the way down Kelvin’s throat. Twenty-five minutes. Hell. Kelvin could now feel his boner aching and straining against its confinement. Kelvin had already dumped two loads this morning, one after waking up and one in between periods this morning. Already his balls felt full and ready for another session. With Coach Foley, he was only ever allowed to shoot a single load and only when Coach was done and told him he could. Kelvin was sure he could match Coach load for load if given the chance. The first few days, Kelvin had swallowed a single load from Coach and was allowed to release his own after that. One day, Coach had finished and Kelvin was waiting for the Coach to give him the go ahead but oddly Coach just sat with his partially deflated cock still lodged in Kelvin’s mouth. Coach rubbed Kelvin’s head and murmured, “From here on out, Kelvin, you’ll need to work on getting a second load out of me before you get to cum. You’re a good cocksucker right now, but you need to be a great cocksucker.” Coach locked his hand behind his head and leaned back, thrusting his dick further into Kelvin’s throat. “You want your own load? Better start working Coach’s dick then.” Kelvin dutifully started to work on Coach’s massive cock. Kelvin realized that getting a second load was going to take some work. He started paying attention to smaller details of sucking the Coach and picking up on non-verbal cues – a moan, a twitch of Coach’s coach, Coach’s hand ruffling the hair on Kelvin’s head – head finding the things Coach liked done to his cock while Kelvin experimented. By the end of their session that day, Kelvin had picked up a few tricks that he knew were getting a response out of Coach and was rewarded with a second load of Coach’s cum which he swallowed eagerly and seemed to taste even better than before. Coach smiled and once his balls were drained looked down and said, “Ok, Kelvin, time for you to show Coach how much you liked getting two loads from him.” With hardly a dozen pumps Kelvin was already shooting a massive load, his biggest one yet, and spewing cum all over the office floor. Kelvin collapsed at Coach’s feet, completely spent. “God,” smiled Coach Foley, “I knew you had it in you.” He patted Kelvin on his sweaty head and told him to get his ass to the showers so he wouldn’t miss his bus. Coach smiled as he watched Kelvin walk to his showers, and a glistening drop of precum formed on the head of his dick as his eyes silently raped Kelvin’s virgin ass. “Soon,” he thought, “That’s an ass that’s worth waiting for and while he won’t give it up quickly, when he does, it’ll be all mine for the taking and he’ll beg me to do it.” Fifteen minutes. Would this class never end? Kelvin’s cock was still at full attention and his day dreaming hadn’t actually helped things, just made matters worse. Yesterday, Kelvin had managed to get a third load out of Coach who was impressed with Kelvin’s skill after less than two weeks. Kelvin, as usual, drank in Coach’s praise hanging on every word. It was Coach’s voice he heard as he whacked off at home every day. Between home, school and his sessions with Coach he was pumping out at least 4 loads a day, sometimes even as many as 6. During his session before bed last night, Kelvin had been working his dick as usual during some porn, imagining instead that it was he and Coach Foley in the scene. In this scene, the top had been enjoying getting blown and suddenly reached around to the bottom’s ass and started to play with it moving his hand and fingers across the bottom’s round ass cheeks and finally finding the ring of his ass with his finger. Kelvin, caught up in the moment, followed the motions on the tape and soon found his finger on the rim of his own ass. Kelvin had not realized how sensitive the area was around there but as his finger swirled around the entrance he could feel sparks of pleasure work their way up to his stiffening cock each time he circled his pink hole. Wetting his fingers, Kelvin increased his rubbing and his cock responded by riding at full attention. After a few minutes, Kelvin pushed his finger against his ass and felt it give slightly. Kelvin could feel his dick responding to the attempt and once again, after wetting his finger, he began circling his ass with increasing pressure. There was resistance at first but as his finger massaged the circle he felt his hole relax and in one sudden moment his finger slipped inside causing a huge eruption to boil up in his balls and spurt cum wildly across his bathroom floor. “Holy shit,” thought Kelvin, “Now that was fucking intense.” He looked at the spunk covering the floor and sighed. Best to keep this little experiment to himself. A finger was one thing, but the thought of Coach’s huge shaft penetrating his ass made him shudder. However, if Kelvin had been honest with himself, he would have realized that the shudder was both from fear but also from a deeper, darker, lustful place. Five fucking minutes… The alarm on Coach’s cell phone went off playing the Pet Shop Boys, “Master and Servant.” Coach smiled as he turned off the alarm. Fifteen minutes until Kelvin was off and on his way down to the gym. Things had progressed nicely the last week and a half. Kelvin had been an eager learner and a quick study. Yesterday, after only a week and a half, he’d managed to pull three loads out of Coach’s balls. Not a record, but certainly a great start. Coach leaned back in his chair and grinned. Yes, everything was progressing as he had planned. This was the fun part, the step by step corruption of Kelvin with each step bringing him closer to begging for Coach’s load up his ass and the increased chance that Kelvin would be worthy to carry Coach’s viral DNA and to spread it far and wide. Sure, at this point he could problem just slam Kelvin and have free access to his ass as he spun through his first party with Tina, but that didn’t hold the same excitement as manipulating Kelvin slowly to his destiny. Well, today could be a game changer. Coach had decided that it was time to take the next step. It was time to see if Kelvin was willing to give Coach something valuable – control. Coach had been lucky this weekend as Zack had come home from school at Ole Miss and had wanted some time with Coach. Zack was as handsome as ever and had picked up a bit of Southern drawl. Zack’s brown hair and hairless, swimmer’s build wasn’t Coach’s first choice, he preferred thicker and hairier, but Zack’s ass had been perfection when he finally took it. After Zack arrived and after a shot or two of GHB-laced rum and cokes, Coach had Zack naked and ready to hop into the sling in Coach’s playroom. With Zack secured in the sling with wrist and ankle restraints in place. Coach went to grab some equipment. When he returned, Zack saw he was carrying two small zippered kits. Coach placed one on the table next to the sling and opened the other. Zack could see the familiar tourniquet and syringe that Coach kept for his boys. Coach examined the syringe and tapped it gently. Securing the tourniquet around Zack’s arm, he began searching for a vein and almost immediately found a good candidate. Coach could see the hunger in Zack’s eyes. “You want this, huh?” he asked. “Oh fuck yeah. Slam me, Coach,“ came Zack’s reply. Zack could feel his ass and balls tightening at the thought of the needle delivering its payload and washing over him. “Of course my boy, but remember our deal. You gave your body to me last year and it’s still mine. You’ll get your slam and I’ll get what I’m looking for, right?” Coach smiled. Zack nodded and was rewarded with the familiar pinch. His eyes followed Coach’s movements as the drawback created a small flash which slowly disappeared as the needle was depressed. After finishing and pulling the needle, Coach snapped the tourniquet off and the fuck fluid rushed through Zack’s veins making him cough and sending waves of heat through his body as it spread. Within a minute his eyes had glazed over and Coach could see the fluid working. Zack moaned in his restraints and briefly struggled, but the fuck fluid was doing its job and Zack was ready for the next step. Coach unzipped the second bag and took out its contents. Zack could barely make out what they were through the initial haze of the slam but saw a long tube and a plastic bag of some sort. Coach repositioned himself at the base of the sling. “Now this might hurt at first, but I’m going to need to collect some chemmed up piss from you and I don’t want to miss a drop. You see I’ve got a new boy and he’s going to get introduced to Tina soon and you’re my first step in that process,” Coach explained. Zack watched him coat the tubing with lube, but the tubing was so small, why would Coach even bother putting it up Zack’s ass. Zack had taken much larger before. He was startled as Coach grab the head of his penis and guided the tube down his urethra. Zack flinched with a combination of both pleasure and pain as the tube snaked its way up his penis. “This will make sure that we get every drop,” Coach smiled as he inflated the balloon on the catheter to keep it in place. As he placed the bag on a hook near the bottom of the sling Zack could see a small amount of amber fluid trickle into the bag. Coach came back to Zack’s head with a jug of water and a straw. “Drink up boy. I want a liter out of you by the time we’re done here,” he said as Coach slipped the straw in his mouth. And Coach always gets what he wants Coach thought to himself. Over the next few hours, Coach has administered 2 more slams and a few liters of water as Zack’s ass got worked over by Coach and some of his friend’s. By morning, Zack’s hole was raw and leaking cum and the bag had just about a liter of amber fluid in it. Disconnecting Zack, he got him showered and fed before sending him off into the morning. Zack would probably be up for a couple days after those slams and Coach smiled. Coach went and collected the Slam Piss and whistled as he thought about his future plans. Coach snapped out of his memory and walked to the refrigerator. He was sporting solid wood after recalling his weekend and his balls ached for release. Adjusting himself for comfort, he leaned over and pulled out a Gatorade and small bottle of an amber colored fluid. With a little extra flavoring from one of those squeeze bottles you added to water to make it flavored Kelvin would be introduced to a new energy drink, one Coach was sure he’d come to love. It had been difficult, but Kelvin had done his best to walk normally to the gym without appearing rushed, but had probably failed. He wound his way through the locker room back to Coach’s office where he found Coach seated at his desk. When Kelvin walked in Coach looked him up and down and motioned for him to grab a seat. This wasn’t how things normally went and Kelvin was a bit caught off guard. Coach began, “Kelvin, it’s time we talked a little. Things have been going really well and you’ve taken to cock sucking like a pro. Three loads yesterday was pretty damn hot.” Kelvin smiled at the acknowledgment. “It’s been almost two weeks and it’s time we actually got some work done. I signed you out of your periods for an independent study here so I need to make sure you do some work.” Coach noted that Kelvin looked confused by the comment and explained, “We’re going to start your weight training today. I need to make sure you’re getting your daily workouts and keeping in shape. I’ll need you to pay attention and work hard. Oh, and don’t worry, I don’t intend to forget the part of the workout we’ve already been practicing.” Coach winked at Kelvin. “Ok,” started Coach, “first things first. When you come down here in the future I want you to get undressed in the locker room and present yourself in your jock to me for inspection. You’ll stand with your feet shoulder length apart and hands folded behind your back. You’re to keep your gaze straight ahead no matter what. This is Position One, if you were wondering. Whenever you hear me say that, I expect to see you standing at attention. Do we understand each other?” Kelvin nodded. “Good, now go out there and get undressed and show me you can follow directions.” Kelvin got up from the chair and quickly shed his clothes and donned one of the black jockstraps Coach had given him last week. He hurried into the office and stood as Coach had instructed. Coach got up and looked him over. Once satisfied, Coach walked toward the small refrigerator and pulled something out. Kelvin moved his eyes and head slightly to get a better look and Coach caught the motion. “Eyes front and center, boy!,” Coach barked. “Did I not explain to you that your eyes were to lock straight ahead?” Kelvin stammered, “Yeah, I mean, no…Yes, Coach eyes straight ahead.” He snapped his neck back into place and looked straight ahead. Kelvin couldn’t see, but Coach smiled. Kelvin was learning and his desire to keep Coach happy and to swallow Coach’s cum were leading him right where Coach wanted. “So, since we’re changing things up to a workout, no more Cokes. Here on out, we’ll get you an energy drink to start each session. You can relax now,” Coach said and handed him a Gatorade bottle. “It’s my own special mixture of Gatorade and extra electrolytes to keep your body going.” The Gatorade was a yellowish green and looked a bit off but Kelvin shrugged and took it. “Oh,” continued Coach, “we’ll also be starting you on weekly testosterone shots but I’m not going to cycle you like your father did, I don’t want you to OD on the stuff or have your balls shrink away to peanuts. It’ll be just enough to keep your muscles intact and your energy level high.” It’ll also help keep you horny as hell Coach thought to himself. “OK, Coach,” responded Kelvin. He was a bit surprised by the whole change, but he had been hoping to get back to some lifting after slacking off the last couple of months, especially the last two weeks. “I think hitting the weights again is a great idea. I’ve been slacking off a bit and a little work would feel good.” “So we’re in agreement here,” said Coach. “Down that energy drink and meet me in the weight room. I’ve got it all set up for you. Just be careful, that drink’s got a bit of a pungent kick to it, kinda tastes like piss water, but it’s got everything a boy like you needs before a workout.” With that, Coach turned and headed to the weight room. Kelvin was left with the bottle of oddly colored Gatorade and took another look. The sickly color didn’t make it particularly appetizing. Kelvin opened the bottle and took a swig. He nearly choked at first before managing to swallow the vile liquid. It burned a bit when it hit his stomach. It was indeed pretty pungent although it had a ton of flavoring, which only succeeded in making it sweet AND pungent. Kelvin sighed and prepared himself. He took a deep breath and chugged down the remaining liquid. Chugging it was actually a good move as it didn’t stay in his mouth long enough to actually damage his taste buds. Kelvin took the empty bottle and tossed it in the trash and hurried off to the weight room. When Kelvin arrived Coach had started him on a circuit course of his own design. Kelvin was familiar with the concept and jumped right in. As the workout progressed Kelvin realized he was hotter and sweating more than usual. Instead of feeling increasingly exhausted, he felt as though his skin was electrified and he could feel every little brush of air against it. In addition, as Coach spotted him he could feel his cock stirring with the thought of Coach sliding down his throat leaving his thick manly deposit for Kelvin to swallow. He also felt a hunger, one which he tried to ignore, but he kept thinking about how it felt when his finger had popped into his ass and his breathing and sweating became more ragged. As Kelvin’s workout progressed Coach could see Kelvin slowly coming under the effects of the Slam piss. The sweating, the spontaneous hard-ons, the rapid breathing and quickening reps all gave away the existence of the Tina working through Kelvin’s veins. Coach also knew that under these more physical signs, Kelvin’s lust was building and Coach was thinking he was going to get a pretty damn good blowjob after the workout today. Let’s see if Kelvin enjoyed his surprise as much. Kelvin kicked out the last circuit in record time and followed Coach into his office. His pulse and breathing were rapid but he wasn’t really tired, not like after other workouts. Coach’s energy drink must be damn good he thought to himself. Once in the office Coach looked at Kelvin. “Position One!” Coach Foley commanded and Kelvin quickly stiffened to attention. “Good to know nothing’s wrong with your memory, Kelvin,” coached acknowledged. “Now we need to have another little talk. I agreed that we wouldn’t do anything you didn’t agree to and I intend to keep my word on that. I am, however, a bit concerned that despite all the cum I’ve fed you, you’ve been dumping it out faster than I can replace it. I want your insides swimming with my cum and it’s not to be wasted. I’m giving you a gift that will help you grow into a man and I hope you appreciate that.” Kelvin was pretty sure that physiologically, none of that was really happening, it was more a metaphor but the thought of Coach filling him with cum which would make him into a man was pretty damn hot. His mouth watered at the thought of being wrapped around the Coach’s cock again. Kelvin nodded that he agreed, “Yeah, I’ve been shooting loads about 4-6 times a day including the one here with you Coach.” “So,” started Coach, “Do value Coach’s cum enough to abstain from spilling it?” Kelvin nodded. “OK, let’s see how committed you really are to that.” Coach moved to Kelvin’s side and out of his line of sight. He was dying to know what Coach was up to but also afraid to get caught stealing a look. Suddenly Coach came back into his field of vision right next to him and moved in front of Kelvin. He was holding something, but it was just out of Kelvin’s sight. Coach kneeled down in front of Kelvin and Kelvin’s dick sprang to life at the thought of Coach possibly sucking his dick. Suddenly though he felt ice cold on his balls and felt them pull back up into his body and his shaft shrink. “Coach ain’t ever going down on you boy so get that thought out of your mind,” Coach growled. “Now keep those eyes locked straight.” He could feel coach pulling on his dick and cold metal being slid over it occasionally pinching him. He winced but kept his face forward. In a few minutes, Coach had finished and took a step back. “Ok, Kelvin, take a look. Let me know if this is what you want. If you decide not then you can walk out of here and continue on with your life. We’ll halt all this and you can go back to study hall. If you decide it is, we’ll continue working on your conditioning,“ Coach explained as he took a step away. Kelvin looked down to see his dick wrapped in a metal ring at the base of his dick and his balls held between that and what could only be described as a curved cage surrounding his shaft. The device was snug but not particularly painful. It was readily apparent to Kelvin that any chance of an erection in this would be impossible. Coach was right, Kelvin would be spilling none of Coach’s seed with this in place. Kelvin also noticed a small unlocked lock at the top of the device. He finally looked at Coach, who stood there with the key in hand. “So, Kelvin. What’s it going to be?” Coach asked. “Just remember our arrangement, if you agree, I get to choose when and how long you stay caged. I could lock you up and throw away the key and leave you stuck in your cage. What’s it going to be, boy? Yes or No?” Kelvin’s mind reeled. This wasn’t the way he had seen things going, this was not what he had planned. He should just get up and walk out. This was crazy! Who would agree to get his dick locked up? “You would,” came a voice from a dark and forgotten place inside Kelvin, “Coach has given and is giving you everything you could’ve hoped for over the last week and half. Your life has gone from merely existing day to day to days filled with excitement and anticipation. Coach Foley has unlocked a new world for you and all he wants is for you to show you value that by locking away your own base needs.” Kelvin was sure he could feel each bead of sweat in his face. The voice continued, “Besi des, it’s not as if you’re really looking forward to the orgasm you have after sucking Coach off. It’s a nice benefit, but if you’re honest with yourself what fuels your anticipation is your desire to get Coach Foley off. To be the thing that he desires so much that he feeds you the essence of life straight from his balls.” Kelvin knew he was standing on the edge of a veritable abyss but knew what he had to do. “Go ahead Coach, lock it up.”

Hi it's Will again Having just read Jake's blog from yesterday, I thought I would add my own version. I find it hard to go more than a few days of not fucking a new ass or seeing a cock fuck my boyfriends, so the weeks when work was manic left me more frustrated than I have ever been. Jake got his ass well and truly hammered during that time. I took my sexual frustration out on poor Jake's ass, fucking him with ruthless, hard, deep penetrating breeding fucks. I once took a cock my size so I know how difficult it is, but Jake took it without any complaint. But, afterwards I could see he was sore especially when I went in for the second fuck to push my first nut load deeper and into his ass walls. He said I talked disgusting when breeding him and he was not wrong! You can imagine what I was saying. Once Jake agreed to live with me, I phoned Stefan and told him. He immediately booked a flight for him and Artur. Stefan had very similar interests to me and we had shared many a good time over the years. Artur was his new boyfriend of only four weeks. Stefan explained that before they met, Artur had only been fucked three times, but never bareback. Stefan quickly changed that, having seeded Artur multiple times in the four weeks. Stefan told me that Artur was still scared of bareback and so far he hadn't shared his ass with other breeders. Both Stefan and I were so excited by the idea of breeding each other's boyfriends and seeing Artur begin his journey with multiple raw cocks and seed. I had seen Artur's photos so I had an idea what he looked like but when he walked into the apartment I knew in a instant I wanted my cock and seed in his ass. Stefan had already told me that when they unpacked he would ensure that they would only wear shorts when rejoining us. He thought it would kick the event off. It did that. I could see Jake staring at Stefan's cock and I looked forward to seeing the heavy PA disappearing in him. Stefan hadn't told Artur that he was going to share his ass and I would be breeding it. Jake didn't understand the German, so had no idea that it took some encouragement from Stefan to get Artur started. Eventually he agreed and that was when I asked Jake to kiss Artur. When Artur took off his shorts I thought fuck he is as beautiful as Jake. Artur has smooth olive skin (I was told he was quarter Cypriot) and like Jake he is slim. He would make any breeding top bone in one second flat. After an absence of almost five weeks of seeing someone breed Jake, I was so turned on to see a raw cock enter him. The fact that it was my one of my raunchiest friend's cock was even hotter. Seeing the PA disappear into Jake was so good to see, what a turn on. The expression on Jake's face was fucking beautiful as he took another raw cock and knew he would soon take yet another guy's seed Once Stefan was on the way to getting balls deep in Jake, I made my way over to take Artur. I couldn't wait to get in him, fuck him raw and deeper than he had ever had, then to finally shoot my seed into his guts. I approached Artur looking into his eyes. I got behind him and thought fuck what an ass. Like Jake's it was small, round and firm. I slid my cock between the cheeks smearing my pre-seed against the ass hole to get it ready. Guys it felt amazing on my cock. I put the head against Artur's ass ring and starting the push. Despite taking Stefan's thick cock for four weeks, he was extremely tight and it took some pressure to get in. I pushed and the head slowly went in. I held still to give Artur a chance to get used to it. Slowly I pushed in further and fuck did it feel good wrapped around my meat. I couldn't at first bottom out as with only about 8inches in him I had reach Artur's limit. I then started gently fucking him, sliding my cock almost out then back in. Each time I got in, I pushed further and further. Like Jake said, Stefan and I swapped asses, as we love to mix the juices up. After a bit we swapped again and I re-entered Artur. Stefan and I started talking dirty in German and suddenly he said in English that he was close to shooting in Jake's ass. I looked at him and nodded to do it. It took no further encouragement and Stefan yelled in English “take it” as he shot in Jake. By the time I was ready, I was fucking Artur so hard and deep. After seeing and hearing Stefan breed Jake, I slammed my cock into Artur and shouted I was unloading in him. My cock throbbed as I felt my seed shooting into Artur, only the second guy's seed he had taken. It was so much fun to later see Artur and Jake fuck each other in our juices, but I won't say more as Jake pretty much described what happened.

I hooked with this guy two weeks ago and he hit me up last night wanting to know if I wanted to come over to his place and hang out. He mentioned that his roommate would be having a few guys over but it will be totally cool. So, I head over and text him when I am walking up to his place when he tells me that he went out to run an errand but his roommate was expecting me. Feeling a little uneasy, I knocked on the door and sure enough...he said my name and welcomed me in. Meh offered me some favors and gladly accepted. About 20 min later my guy showed up with his dealer who is a chick, she ended up staying for about 2 hours...although she was super generous and very nice, I wanted her to leave so I could drop my pants and get the real party started. About 45 min after she left, a dude knocked on the door and he jumped into the party with no hesitation. He had been at my hosts place the night before for a fuckfest. Anyway, we all eventually got properly spun and made our way to the back bedroom with a mattress on the floor. The dude who just showed up started fucking me and he ended up being the only top for the rest of the night...the three of us kept taking turns on his raw meat and we would suck his cock whenever it pulled out of an ass. My hole was drenched in his cum...at one point, my guy fletched some out and kissed me with a gob of it and then the top immediately tongued the two of us. And it's only Sunday morning. Slammer later?

Just as a visual aid... Here are some of the guys I could see as the boys in the story... Team captain types... The last one there looks like he'd be the swim team captain. That dick would be like a rudder hanging down when he's swimming... lol Other team members... Other guys in the story (like the pizza boy)... And here's the other coach pozzing a guy who's trying to get on the team...