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Part 6. He stood there, staring at me, his eyes drawn to my trunks, eventually answering: "I've never done it before, wrestled I mean. And you are huge, I wouldn't stand a chance" "Remember what I told you about Pro Wrestling? A lot of it is acting or play. I'd be willing to show you the ropes" He considered that for a microsecond...."I'd love to". And for the next hour I summoned up my reserves of will power and showed this piece of innocent perfection the basics of grappling. Sure, that meant enduring the hardship of having him sat on my chest in a schoolboy pin, my face inches from what I was beginning to realise was a cute set of balls and neat little cock and another time where his slender little thighs were wrapped around my head squeezing for all their little worth but I endured it all. We treated ourselves to a couple of strong beers in our time-out which loosened Jakes tongue a little. "I can see that PA thing through your trunks" "Yeh?" "Yeh. does it hurt?" "Not me" I chuckled. "And what's the tattoo on your..erm..stomach?" "it's from a club I'm in" "looks like the bio-hazard symbol" "Yeh, that's right. You ready for a little more grappling, now you know the ropes?" "ummm, yeh. don't be so easy on me this time though" "You got it chief". I waited for him to down his beer, then put on my best Pro Wrestling announcer voice. "In the red corner, it's the Pr-Ed-ator, weighing in at 243lb and in the blue, it's Angel Jake, weighing in at..." I nudged him and he whispered in my ear "91lbs". What followed was like a bear playing with a kitten. We faced off and the mere act of putting my arms on his shoulders and allowing my weight to transfer to him saw him crumple under me. Careful not to crush him, I pinned the little fuck to the carpet under one thigh watching in pure pleasure as he struggled to free himself, allowing him to sit exhausted on my chest in his schoolboy pin effort. I feigned surprise and pretended I couldn't shift his weight, my efforts only shoving him further forward so that my face was pressing into his bulge allowing me to feel a hard little cock that I'd caught outline glimpses of already. All the while I was lifting my legs behind his upper body and with a quick lift of the chest he tipped back into the waiting 30'' jaws of my thighs which snapped shut around his torso. For a moment I got carried away and began to squeeze tightly as Jake panicked and his ribcage flexed but I remembered what I was playing with and quickly eased back, gently tossing him around in my thighs and eventually letting him drop with his arse resting on my semi soft cock. He lingered there for 30 seconds, teasing me it seemed, before we both rose to our feet. In our final "round" I had Jake on his back, sprawled below me and I couldn't resist squatting down over his chest my muscular arse hovering over his face. I lowered it further until his cute little face was nestling between my cheeks having taken care to ensure my trunks had ridden up into my ass crack. The kid was breathing in my aroma as I gently caressed his dick through the briefs. I felt him flinch at my touch but without protest. On my knees now, I was able to shift my position so that Jake got to feel the weight of my cock on his lips, still in the lycra and now semi hard. We continued like this for a few minutes, him nuzzling while I rubbed his sweet cock, before I shoved the briefs down his thighs, exposing a cute 3'' clitordick and tiny fury balls. At the same time I wrenched the trunks out of my crack and pulled them to one side so that Jake's nose was right in my hairy trench, lowering my ass to his face just as my mouth enclosed his tiny cock head. As I licked his nub his tongue began to feed on my trench, quickly getting into it and probing deeper, his concentration on my arse the only thing stopping him discharging his load. I wanted him to climb right in my manhole like a human dildo, shocked by how turned on I was with this little newbie and I began to push down harder on him and push my hole open further. The kid was really cleaning me out like a dirty pig pro but eventually we both got carried away, me pushing back too far and cutting off his air for a little too long, not recognising his panicky struggles and him blasting both balls into the back of my mouth (something I felt as they were both in my mouth along side his cocklet). As I swallowed that mini protein squirt I finally realised Jake's movements were now weak and his tongue had stopped excavating my manhole. I sprung off the dirty little fuck and hugged him to me as he came fully back to life. I kissed him, tasting my arse all over him as he told me how amazing it had been. I had to agree. "Now, can I see your PA?" he asked sweetly

Part 11 "Now? You all warmed up?" Mr. Kelly and Mr. Miller were talking to each other like when teachers talk to each other during class. They pretend we're not there and completely ignore us. What were they talking about? Mr. Miller answered Mr. Kelly. "You two have been playing all day. I'd say you're more than warmed up. The points are in the case in my bag." I was so lost. "Points? Are we playing a game or something? How many points do I have?" They all laughed. Even Justin. I thought he was on my side. "What's funny?" "Relax Jake. We'll explain. It's all about having as good a time as you can have. We want to do that for you. We want to make this first night so good and pleasurable that you never forget it. I know I'll always remember fucking you." The last part Mr. Miller whispered in my ear. I moaned a little hearing him say that. I realized then that I would do whatever it took to make this as fun as possible for all of us. I just didn't know what it was. But then Mr. Kelly, pulling out a case asked, "How do you feel about needles Jake?" "Needles? What? Wait...no I don't like needles. I don't think I want to do anything that involves needles." Mr. Miller pulled me in. "It's ok Jake. It's the same stuff you've been smoking so you already know what it is. It's just a little more fun and a little more intense this way. You trust us don't you?" His free hand was moving up the inside of my thigh. It would be hard to resist even if I was deathly afraid of needles. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed with the case and a belt. This was happening now and I was starting to get anxious. This felt like an escalation I definitely wasn't ready for. "Now we just need to tie this around your bicep so we can get the veins to stick out. Although looking at your arms I see your veins pretty well. We'll just do this to make sure." "Wait why do I have to go first?" "Well we have to do it on you but we all know how to do it to ourselves. You don't want us to do it to you while we're already high. Now that would be dangerous. We'll catch up quick. We're good at it." "So you do this all the time?" "Nah, but we know how to do it so it's not too hard." He was wrapping the belt around my bicep now. I was trying to control my breathing. Nerves. Mr. Kelly opened the case and then asked Mr. Miller "Which one is the beginner dose?" "Beginner dose? Jake-y doesn't need a beginner dose. I saw how he took those hits." Mr. Kelly shot Mr. Miller a look that I couldn't read but proceeded by taking a needle out. No one had called me Jake-y since my parents called me that as a child. I was just as vulnerable now in this moment as when I was a kid. "Uuuuhhh is it ok if I don't look?" Mr. Miller turned my face to him. "Just look at me. I can talk you through it and you don't have to look. Just get ready to feel better than you ever have before ok?" I nodded. "You're going to feel a cold swab. It's just the alcohol to keep things clean....Ok now a little prick. There you go. See? Not so bad. He's just pulling the needle out just a little. Oh yeah that's good Mike. And now he's pushing it all the way down. Now as soon as he takes off the belt I want you to raise that arm ok?" I nodded. I felt nothing. Justin started removing the belt and once he pulled it off, I raised my arm above my head. It hit me like a truck. I sat up to put my arm up but the shot threw me back down against the headboard and a huge coughing fit put me on my back in the bed. I could feel the warmth working into my entire body and the tingling I felt before was something else entirely now. All I could get out was an "Oh fuck" at first. I was writhing around a little. It felt like my body was trying to jump out of it self. I had lost all control and it was freaking me out. Once Mr. Kelly put everything down he laid down beside me and held me. I leaned into him. "You're good. This all just means it's working. You just wanna ride this out. Accept it into you and give in to it." He was rubbing my chest but I was still moving around with no control. "Fuck how much did you put in there?" Mr. Miller didn't respond. He was giving himself a shot. He coughed twice and then said "Ooooohhh yeah. Fuck yes. That's good." He was in much better control than I was. I was still trying to ride the wave. It was like electricity coursing through me over and over. Eventually the fear started to subside and the high settled in. That's when I felt what they wanted me to feel. The high that is impossible to describe. A high that feels good but a high that makes you hungrier. I could feel it. The room that opened with a couple hits...the walls were just torn down. I caught a glimpse of the screen and it looked like only the bottom and one of the tops was left. "I'm about to cum" the top said. "Breed me" the bottom yelled. "Breed me" I shouted out in the room. All the men responded and Mr. Kelly turned my face to him. "That's right son. Feels good doesn't it? This is going to be the best night of your life." "Fuck dad. Yeah this feels so good. Fuck me dad. I need you inside me. I want your cum in me." Mr. Miller was standing at the foot of the bed listening and stroking his long cock. "Fuck yeah Jake-y." He let go of his cock and put both hands on my ankles slowly moving them up. My legs were still jerky but he had full control. He maintained eye contact as he got closer. "I've been waiting to get inside you for so long. Are you ready for this 10 inch cock to fuck you raw?" I just moaned. Even making words was hard. It felt like only the filthiest shit was coming out of my mouth. So when I was able to speak when he touched my ass with his big hands I said, "Mr. Miller I wanna feel you shoot your hot cum inside me. I need that huge cock." "Do you want me to use a condom Jake?" I shook my head. "Tell me Jake. I need to hear it. Do you want me to use a condom." "Fuck no Mr. Miller. Fuck me raw. I need my history teacher to fuck me bare." "Guess that slam worked." I almost forgot Justin was in the room. I looked over at him. He was stroking his thick cock and was holding what looked like my phone. I could have sworn that was my case but it didn't occur to me to ask about it. Mr. Miller was about to lay his body on top of mine. I felt his weight press against me. My body was still ringing from the shot and it felt more intense with another body on top of me. I pushed my body up trying to press even harder into Mr. Miller our cocks rubbing against each other. It was then that I realized how much of that tingling was centered in my cock and hole. I was so sensitive that Mr. Miller's body was getting me wild. "This is so wrong." I managed to say between moans. "You shouldnt be doing this. Getting one of your students high and then fucking him." "Yeah? You think what I'm doing is fucked up? Fucking one of my students after I got him an adult sized slam?" I nodded as we looked each other in the eyes. "Youre fucking right. This is so fucked up. That's why you want it so bad isnt it? Because it is so wrong.This is what you want isnt it? Sex that is this [banned word]? Is that in your darkest fantasies? [banned word] fucking?" He said those last words in a whisper right into my ear. I just moaned. The high changed me. Or it was bringing the real me out. This should have scared me but I was too high to care. "Yeah Mr. Miller. I want you. Fuck me," He lifted himself off me and shifted down between my legs. He lifted my ass and spread my cheeks apart. "You shave your hole boy?" I shook my head. "Aw fuck. Naturally smooth hole. I need to taste this." His tongue probed my hole and I felt the scratchiness of his 5 oclock shadow brush against me. I moaned loud and Mr. Kelly who was on the bed the entire time stifled my moan with a kiss. We were making out like animals again. My high just making me give in to my basest desires. "Fuck dad this is so hot. I love you dad." Even with how high I was I did pause not believing what I had said. Mr. Kelly smiled. "I love you too son. Youll always be my boy." We kissed even harder as Mr. Miller tongue fucked me. Then I felt Mr. Miller lift my legs and place them onto his shoulders. Mr. Kelly broke our kiss and we both looked at Mr. Miller. "You ready for this Jake? I'll go slow. I want you to feel every inch of this raw cock. He placed the head of his cock at my hole and rubbed his leaking precum on it teasing me. I could feel some soreness from being fucked by Mr. Kelly twice already today but it didnt matter. I wanted this and whatever else was waiting for me tonight. Looking into my eyes he pushed the head in and pushed another inch into me. "Oh fuck you're tight. Holy fuck. How are you still so tight after you had that in you?" Mr. Kelly laughed. He was stroking his thick cock as if to remind me what Mr. Miller was talking about. "Wait til he clenches his hole on you. It will make you work so hard not to cum." With that reminder I tried to tighten my hole around Mr. Miller's cockhead. "Fuck! Oh my g--" Mr. Miller liked it. I did it once more and that changed the look on his face into something that almost looked more sinister. "Beautiful smooth tight boy. I'm gonna take this slow so our first time together will last but dont worry Jake. I am going to flood your insides with my load." He pushed in deeper. He was big. "I'm about halfway in. How does that feel?" Halfway in? At this rate his cock would puncture a lung. But it felt good pushing into me. The pressure was what I was missing since Mr. Kelly pulled out of me a few hours before. "Youre so big Mr. Miller." "I'm not as thick as Mr. Kelly over here but I'm longer." As he slowly pushed the rest of his cock in he looked at me feeling the pain and the pleasure of his big cock. "How does it feel knowing that your history teacher is the first guy to touch you so deep inside with his raw cock. Oh fuck I love making you roll your eyes to the back of your head....Fuck youre so tight and warm." I was just moaning. He was so deep and it was like he had hit a second spot that Mr. Kelly didnt reach. To hit that spot while I was so high I was still feeling that warmth running through me made me writhe under him uncontrollably. "Yeah boy. Fuck thats good." He kept the strokes slow always pulling out until just his head was inside me and all the way until his balls were pressed against my ass. When he pulled out I could feel the emptiness I felt before. When he pushed in I could feel him stretching me again. But I wanted more. I brought my hands to his ass and tried to pull him in more. "You like that?" he asked looking me in the eyes. "Hold it there." He pushed fully in and held it. Then I felt him flex his cock in my hole and I moaned loud pushing up to kiss him. I squeezed my hole around his cock now so deep in me and he moaned into my mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth. I squeezed as hard as I could and his moan in my mouth was a word. "fuuuuuck." Then I felt that flex again but I knew this time he was shooting his cum deep in me. He flexed multiple times and I could feel his body against me shaking. It was a different spasm from Mr Kelly cumming into me. With the high I was still feeling really intensely somehow I felt like I could feel that cum shooting into me. I kept a hold on his ass so he wouldn't pull out. "I think I felt your cum shooting in me." "I shoot loads hard. I can cum really far so I bet you felt my cum like a bullet inside you. I wanted for this to last but I wanted that tight smooth hole for so long and finally feeling my raw cock so deep in your teen body--it was too much to hold back." "Fuck that's so hot. I'm glad you didn't hold back." Just hearing that made me ready to get fucked again. The electricity of the slam was still running through me. That's when I heard Justin. "That was so fucking hot. Is it my turn yet?"

I always thought of myself as bisexual since I had been fooling around with men since I was a teenager. I had gotten my cock sucked by older men who liked twinks and I had sucked cock in turn. I had topped older men and had my ass played with and toyed and even fucked a couple times but hadn’t really gotten into that too much. I had been to bookstores and theaters and played there but nothing really changed. That is, until I was in my late 20s and went to my first hotel party. I had seen an ad on an online message board (this was the 90s) about a hotel party only a few miles from my house. The guy hosting wanted $20 a person to cover the cost of the room and asked that everyone either get naked or strip down to just a jockstrap on arrival. I figured what the hell and I emailed the guy, got the date and time and a number to call for the room number that afternoon. It was a few days away and as horny as I was, I wanted to be primed for the party, so I didn’t jerk off or fool around, even with the girl I was seeing at the time. The day of, I went back and forth about cleaning myself out. I still wasn’t really into getting fucked, but I liked to be fingered sometimes so I figured I should. Spent some time and cleaned out real good then showered and threw on a pair of track shorts and a tshirt and sneakers for the short ride over. I arrived and parked and locked everything but my keys, a fresh bottle of poppers and a couple condoms in the glove compartment. Stuck those in my pocket and walked up to the room. I heard some music, not too loud, from inside and knocked. The door was opened by an average looking black man who was the guy hosting. He asked my name and crossed me off a little list, collected my $20 and stepped back to let me in. There were 5 or 6 guys already there, some white, some black, and one Asian guy. Everyone was naked except the Asian guy, who was in a jock. They were all just sitting around and talking and I stripped down and put my stuff, except the poppers, on the closet shelf, and joined the party. At 5’9” and 135 lbs and fairly smooth, I was still pretty much a twink, so the guys all gave me the once over with their eyes. They were all nice enough, and no one was ugly or anything, but none of them really did it for me, so I figured I’d wind up getting a blowjob or something and going home. When the play didn’t start after 20 minutes or so, I decided to slip into the jacuzzi tub on the one side of the room to relax a little. That’s where I was, enjoying the hot water and the jets, when there was another knock on the door and an absolute Adonis of a black man came into the party. He had to be 6’2” and when he stripped down, he was built and looked like he was chiseled from stone. His cock had to be 7” long soft and as thick as mine was when it was fully hard. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He circulated for a few minutes talking to the other guys but kept glancing over at me and I still couldn’t take my eyes off him. I don’t know what came over me, it was starting to get embarrassing. I climbed out of the tub and dried off. As I was hanging the towel on the closet door to dry, he walked over to me. I turned to face him and he stood right in front of me, maybe 6 inches away. I looked up at him and he didn’t speak, just stared into my eyes for a minute. I think I actually gulped. He put his hand on the back of my neck and head and gently pushed me down saying, “White bitches belong on their knees.” I didn’t resist him at all and when I was on my knees, he told me to kiss his cock. I kissed the head and up and down the shaft while he guided my head where he wanted it. When I got back to the head, he told me to “open my sissy cocksucking mouth” and as I did, he slid his now 9” hard cock onto my mouth. He guided my head up and down on his shaft, not quite facefucking me, but definitely in control. When I was able to get past the first 6 inches he said, “that’s a good bitch, show me what a good little faggot you are and try to take it all.” I did my best, but couldn’t get it all. He seemed pleased with my attempts, though, and moaned every time he heard me gag on his big cock. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and smacked my face with it a couple times and told me to worship his black balls with my mouth. I licked them and gently sucked on them and buried my face in them, breathing in his manly smell. He kept a grip on the back of my head, still guiding me where he wanted me. Then he pushed me lower and lifted one foot up on the edge of the tub, saying, “get that tongue to work on my black ass, bitch. Eat it like it’s your last meal.” I kissed it and licked it and tried to stick my tongue in it, all while listening to him tell me what a good little faggot I was. Every time he called me a sissy or a bitch or a faggot, my hard dick would twitch with excitement and I didn’t know why. I had never acted like this and no one had ever treated me like this. He put his foot down and slipped his cock back in my mouth and started his gentle facefucking again, pushing in just enough to hear me gag a little. After a few minutes of this, he pulled out and after smacking my face with his cock 2 or 3 times, he tilted my head up to look at him and said, “Get on the bed, on your back, and show me your pretty pink pussy.” I didn’t even think to stand up. I crawled to the bed and up onto it, turned onto my back and pulled my legs back showing him my hole. He stood where he was just stroking his big cock and looking at me. It was probably only about 2 minutes, but felt like an hour. He walked over, still stroking his cock, and he grabbed a bottle of lube someone had put on the nightstand. He poured some on my hole and began to rub it in with 2 fingers. He poured some on his cock and stroked it up and down while still rubbing my now opening hole with his fingers. I knew what was about to happen and I didn’t even think to ask him to wear a condom. It just seemed wrong to cover that beautiful cock. He saw the poppers in my hand and told me to take a big hit, so I did. He started rubbing the head of his big black cock up and down my crack saying, “That’s it, baby. You ready for me to make you my bitch?” and when he saw the poppers hit me, he pushed the head in and stopped. I sucked in my breath but as I started to adjust to him, I was able to breathe again. He looked right in my eyes and started pushing the rest of his cock in me. As he hit bottom, my eyes rolled up in my head. He stopped, completely inside me and said, “You like that, don’t you faggot? You like my big black cock buried in your white pussy, don’t you? You want me to fuck you? Ask me nicely.” I had moaned yes’s to the questions but when he told me to ask, I froze for a second and all of sudden I saw the whole room watching, 6 or 7 guys all jerking off watching me get barebacked by this black man and his beautiful big cock. I swallowed and looked back at him and said, “Please fuck me. Please fuck my white pussy and make me your bitch.” He told me to take another big hit of the poppers and I did and when it hit me, he started fucking me. He didn’t pound me, though. It was almost like he was making love to me. Long even strokes, in and out, making me feel every inch. He swiveled his hips around, hitting all kinds of spots I didn’t know existed, making me moan like a bitch in heat. He kept talking to me as he fucked me, telling me what a good little white slut I was, how he loved white faggot pussy, “that’s it, bitch, moan for me.” Every couple minutes, he would tell me to take another hit of the poppers and I would moan even louder when they hit. After about 10 minutes, he started to pick up the pace and his strokes got more forceful. I had let go of my legs and they were wrapped around him with my heels pulling on his ass cheeks as he fucked me. He made me take another really big hit and as I did, he told me he was going to breed my little faggot pussy and if I managed to cum with him, he wouldn’t make me fuck every cock in the room to entertain him. I hadn’t touched myself yet because I knew if I did, I would erupt. I watched him and when he made one last slam and came in me with an animal grunt, I could actually feel his cum inside me. I grabbed my cock and with 2 strokes, I came. I came so hard, I came in my own face, on my forehead, my cheek, and in my mouth. When he finished shaking from his orgasm, he opened his eyes and saw me plastered with my own cum. He told me what a good bitch I was. He told me to get down and clean his cock off and as he pulled out of me, I slid off the bed onto my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him off. He backed away and told the rest of the room they were welcome to use my mouth, but my pussy was his. The other 2 black guys and 2 of the white guys surrounded me, still stroking and took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth. One by one, they all came, some of it in my mouth and some on my face. When the last one had finished and walked away, I looked up and he was standing there with a towel. He wiped off my face and he pulled me to my feet. We walked into the bathroom and he turned the shower on and got in with me. He washed me and had me wash him. I grabbed his cock and asked if I could have more, but he told me, “Not today, my little bitch, but soon.” He took my number after we got dressed and he told me he would be calling me soon and I needed to be ready for when he did. He told me to get myself some pretty panties because “white faggots should dress like the sissy bitches they are.” I got the panties and a few other things he liked and for the next 2 years, I was his. I still dated women and lived my life, but when he called, I put on my panties and went to be his white faggot sissy bitch wherever he told me to meet him. He shared me with a few of his friends sometimes, but mostly it was just us and I was his bitch. He moved away eventually. I miss him.

I picked up the pace, my PA and, indeed, whole bulbous cock head now breaching his inner ring on each thrust. Something in there was catching on my PA, driving me crazy with the feeling but also from the thought of what I was doing to him. My bicep snaked it's way around his slender neck, flexing as I revelled in my own power. "Gonna knock you up kid", I growled in his ear. His struggles were a delight. The little body squirming ineffectively under me. "no! no, you said you'd pull out" I humped down on him harder. My body beating the struggle from him. "nah, you said that". I squeezed harder as my balls began to evacuate my potent seed into his receptive guts. A big load, owing to lack of action during these strange, locked-down times which was now been forced into his body. He'd stopped struggling and I think his little cock had climaxed at some point. I lay there, holding him in place, willing my babies to feed off him, knowing he'd be trying to dump them as soon as I let him. ,,,,, Later, after he'd gone, I wondered whether he'd find his way to an STD clinic or GP or whether lockdown would increase my chances of converting him. Who knew? I went back to my weights putting my energy into keeping my big body toned and strong. I needed it for my work as a trainer and builder (furloughed from both for now) and also to snare the kind of hot twinks that I love though they were thin on the ground since the Covid-19 lockdown belatedly hit this great city. A little more about me: outside of the bedroom I'm in no way aggressive. I'm single, and easy going. I help out with youth groups and look after my neighbours in the small apartment block in which I live in central London. I play rugby, wrestle and swim for fun where my 6'2'' 240lb frame helps or hinders (depending on which I am doing). ..... Out on my little balcony later that afternoon, I heard my upstairs neighbour knocking around. "Jake, how you keeping?" I shouted up at him. "Yeh, ok, I guess, bored as heck though man. Not seen anyone in about a week". "Really? What about your folks?" "They are isolating, got symptoms and they can't risk giving it to me." "Oh, yeah, course. Sorry to hear that". Jake was in his late teens, maybe early 20s. A fragile kid though, immune system issues. The apartment was bought for him and I'd never known him go out to work since he had moved in a year ago. he never went out much at all, to be honest. "Anything I can do to help?" "Been hoping you would say that...actually I've been looking out for you, everyone else seems to have left the city!". There were six apartments in total in our little block and they were indeed unusually quiet. "What can I do for you?" "Would you be able to get me some supplies? I'm out of bread, milk and pizza, and I need my meds picking up from the chemist before the bank holiday". "Sure thing. I was going to the shop before the Easter break anyway. I'll come up and get your list now" Up one flight of stairs and Jake was waiting, door open, list in hand. At 5'5'' he probably didn't weigh 100lbs wet through. A cute little face under dirty blond hair but not really my type, at least I'd never thought of him that way. "The chemist shuts at 6pm. I'm so glad you can get this for me" he said, handing over a prescription and a short shopping list. His eyes seemed to linger on my groin, not unusual for me when I'm in my running shorts which ride fairly high but I brushed it off and headed out on my errands. ..... I spent a while in the supermarket at one point almost picking up a hot young soccer player but his straight mates got too close and he scarpered but with my phone number shoved in his shorts. I was still horny at the checkout when I remembered the chemist. "Fuck! They'd be long closed by now". I checked anyway but they'd locked up for the break so I made my way back to Jake. He invited me in but asked me to sit at the other end of the sofa and I explained what had happened. The meds really seemed to throw him, so I offered to do my best to get him some over the weekend and to be on call 24/7 in case something happened and he seemed to calm down. I gave him a beer from my shopping bag which initially he refused as he'd not supposed to drink and we watched some TV together. WWE wrestling seemed to be his favourite so we watched that together. I began to tell him how wrestling really worked, both pro and freestyle and he was clearly psyched that I actually did this sport which he loved to watch for fun. "Have you been on TV?" "No man, but there's a few vids of me wrestling kicking about on Youtube and the like". In the end, I could only find one video on a non-porn site but we watched it with Jake eagerly questioning me. About then my phone bleeped: Soccer boy from the supermarket. He wanted to play. I made my excuses with Jake, made sure he had my number and promised to check in on him first thing tomorrow. ..... Not five minutes later I was buzzing soccer-boy up to my door. I had him strip to his briefs in my bedroom, admiring his toned body and little cock bulge. Then he undressed me, pulling my running singlet over my head and easing my running shorts down over my thighs. His eyes caught on my biohaz tat, lurking above my cock and lit up at the sight of my heavy PA and hardening cock. I let him lick for a minute or two before shoving my length down his throat after laying him on his back on my bed. I love mounting a twinks head and throat like this but I was really craving his shapely little arse so after five minutes I had him come up for air and flipped him onto his front, exposing that peachy, wrinkled hole. My fingers slipped inside, telling me he was no novice though he was still very tight and I slapped his pucker with my PA several times, teasing him and dripping my pre over him. With that it was time to push forward and open him up... "Wait! You need to rubber up!" he was handing me a jonny that had been in his shorts. "Really?" Not been one of my usual online hookups, we hadn't discussed this. "Just the tip...to get you open". I pushed harder, the edge of my PA disappearing in him but his hole resisting me hard. "No man. I've seen your tat. I'm not on prep". My cock swelled at this news. "No condom, no fuck". I smiled. "ok, ok", grabbing the rubber off him and rolling it over half my shaft, it was tight as fuck. A quick wad of spit, for my benefit, and I was plunging into his mostly dry hole. Between his legs, pushing them wide apart while I worked my full length in. "fuck....fuck...fuck, you are hurting me" he whimpered, getting louder. I thought of Jake upstairs, not wanting to alarm my little buddy and pulled out of my new fuck toy. "got any lube man?" he asked, taking in my still rubbered cock. "nothing proper" I lied "but we could try this". I reached for the vaseline. "Sure, ok". I got him to lie on his back and push open his hole as i put a few thick gloops inside him before wiping my fingers clean on his chest and placing my cock in his entrance. Sliding back in, I could see he was in relative heaven and in no time I was balls deep. His little hands were grasping around my cock base, amazed at how wide I was but checking for the precious, life saving condom. I did him a 'favour' and pulled out, stretching the rubber so that it went right down to the base and he kept it pinned there as I plunged back in, now reassured it wasn't unrolling inside him. His own stretching and the vaseline made it inevitable and with one hard thrust i felt the rubber break. "mmmm....I'm through your inner cunt now", I reassured him, placing my musky armpit over his cute face to give him too much to think about as I could feel my beast literally shredding his velvety insides. I held on as long as I could, listening to him moan, thinking of Jake upstairs but now not because of the disturbance but because of his cute skinny body. It was all too much and my cock began to flex, depositing my dirty seed so deep inside this fertile twink that I knew he wouldn't feel it or be able to push it out in a hurry. With that, I ripped my cock out of him and pulled off the shreds of rubber from it before sitting astride his chest, pinning him to the bed as he tonged my cock and balls clean of his own ass juices while he jerked his cock juices up my back unaware of my DNA seeping into him

I made three videos with FTM partners. They are on [think before following links] https://transmaleerotica.com/main.html and I believe are now free. I loved doing them. Two of the guys let me use all three holes. Terrific sex.

Sorry, but this is a bunch of naive BS. "All lives matter" is a cop-out. Of course they SHOULD; the problem is that in America, white lives have ALWAYS mattered and black, brown, yellow and red ones have not. Of course [people of] every race should be treated with respect. But people of one race have been treated with respect from the beginning, even if that treatment was frequently coerced at the end of a gun or knife or other weapon. People of other races have been treated with disrespect for that same length of time, whether it's 250 years of slavery, 100 years of Jim Crow, the Trail of Tears, the Chinese Exclusion Act, the Japanese internment in concentration camps, or the mass incarceration of African Americans that began under Nixon's demands for law and order. "All lives matter" glosses over and ignores 400 years of mistreatment and expects everyone to just immediately assume everything's fine and dandy. It's not. And as long as people ignore the past, it never will be. You will never "abolish" hate and fear. To abolish means to FORMALLY put an end to some practice, and you can't legislate emotions. You can hope (again, perhaps naively) to eliminate hate and fear, and that's a noble goal, but fear is hard-wired into the brain; it's a reaction developed millions of years ago by our primitive ancestors helping us survive by fleeing perceived dangers. The problem isn't that we fear, but that some people, power-hungry would-be despots like Trump especially, thrive by stoking fear among their supporters. That fear is channeled at "others" - those with less or no power, who can be scapegoated as the supposed cause of the fear stoked in those people. And sadly, the historical record is exactly contrary to your point: it DOES work, it doesn't "always fail". Maybe, in the long run, it's unsustainable, but from the perspective of the despot, in the long run, he's dead anyway. And lastly, that line - "Anyone thinks I'm speaking out of line, please keep it to yourself" - really? So you think YOU are privileged enough to express your opinion here, but nobody can come along and challenge you? Mary please.

I am in my early 20s and my partner is in his 30s. we live in a big city & have been together for awhile now. I have really been into being pozzed by him for quite awhile. my partner has been undetectable for years now and we know the only way that could happen is that he would have to go off his medication in order for his viral load to go high enough to convert me. has anybody ever done this before? do you have any advice? what was the process like for you? all discussion is welcome 😈☣️

1. Jimmy landed in Los Angeles on a Monday at 1:00pm. His parents had insisted that he stay through Sunday so he could go to church and see his grandparents. It meant he had to wake up at 4:00am to get to the airport in time. It wasn't that bad; he had worked the past two summers at his uncle's farm, and he was used to waking up unpleasantly early. He touched his front pocket again. There was a wad of cash; it was his savings from the summer jobs, plus a small amount of money from his grandparents. If he was careful, it was just enough for a deposit on a small apartment and a few month's worth of living expenses. He had dreamed of moving to LA since he was in middle school and decided that he wanted to be an actor. He was glad the flight landed early; he collected a large backpack and duffle bag, and then got an uber to an AirBnB in Silver Lake. He was surprised that it only took thirty minutes to get there; he believed that it took hours to get anywhere in LA. He found the key to the small building in the back yard; it was a spartan studio, but it was a place to leave his bags. He looked at his phone. It was 2:30, and he had an appointment to see a studio apartment nearby at 3:00. He washed his face, and headed out into the September sun. He reached the building just in time. The building was old, but the neighborhood was nice, with a cafe and a few nice restaurants. He was hungry, but remembered he had to be careful with money. He knocked on the superintendent's door. "Coming," the voice said, gruff, manly, and already annoyed. "Yes?" the man said, as he opened the door. Jimmy was momentarily silent. The man towered above Jimmy. He was wearing a tank top which made it clear his massive bulk was all muscle. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants. Jimmy tried not to stare at the massive boner he could see through the fabric. "Uh," Jimmy stammered. "I'm Jimmy. I'm here about the studio?" "Oh yeah. Give me a second." He disappeared back into the dark apartment, then emerged a few seconds later. "Come on," he said, and guided Jimmy to the back of the complex, and up the stairs. The apartment was on the far side, on the second floor. It was a little larger than the AirBnB. "Here it is," the guy said. "$850 a month, with utilities." Jimmy found it hard to concentrate. He wanted to stare at the superintendent, but forced himself to look at the small kitchen. There was a stove and oven, and a tiny fridge. He turned around; the super was rubbing his crotch. "You have nice lips," he said. "I bet we can work out a discount on the rent." Back in Nebraska, Jimmy had sucked off the quarterback several times a week. Jimmy knew what to do, and knelt down in front of the super. He pulled down the older man's sweat pants, and a massive nine inch cock fell out. "I love a boy who knows what to do," the super moaned, as Jimmy took the head of the man's cock in his mouth. "Oh fuck," the super moaned as Jimmy worked his way down the super's shaft. The superintendent had the biggest cock Jimmy had ever touched, but Jimmy didn't let that stop him. He worked his way down, feeling the dickhead press against the back of his throat. "Take it, faggot," the super said, grabbing the back of Jimmy's head and forcing him to swallow more of his thick cock. Jimmy was struggling as the man's thick cock slid down his throat. It was hard, because the superintendent had grabbed the back of Jimmy's head and was holding him down. The bigger man held Jimmy in place, even as he struggled not to gag. "I said take it, faggot," he said, ignoring Jimmy's obvious discomfort. "Please," Jimmy grunted, as he tried to gasp for air. "That gets me off," the man said, shoving his cock back into Jimmy's throat. "Fuck that feels good," he continued, forcefully pounding the young man's throat. "Oh fuck," he grunted. At least it didn't last that long; it was only a few minutes before Jimmy felt his cock stiffen and the superintendent's balls tighten. "Try not to drown," he said, before his cock exploded. It was not an idle warning; the man's orgasm was intense and large. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his dick, and directly into Jimmy's stomach. "Not bad," the super said, pulling his softening cock from Jimmy's mouth, and wiping it off on the stubble on Jimmy's cheek. "$700 a month," he said. "You want it?" Jimmy was still on his knees, not even sure what just happened. "Uh, yeah, I guess." It was less than he had expected, and giving an occasional blow job seemed worth it. "Good. Come by at three tomorrow, and we'll do the paperwork."

Part 2 – Pipe Dreams Hey... so it has definitely been a while and I’m sorry about that. After posting I swear I originally intended to write more. Then work got crazy. Then it quieted down and I went, “Oh man what if it’s been too long? Wouldn’t it be weird randomly adding more to this after like three months?” So I had like a quarter of this part done but then I stopped in an awkward, self-conscious spinout. But then I got put on leave because of, well, you know what’s going on right now. Which... brings us here! Anyway, I hope at least even just one person enjoys this. I’m actually really nervous about posting this because I think this is where my writing and how I want to write this formally deviates from the typical structure of story here (see warning section below) and I know straight up that it won’t be kosher for a lot of people. So I’m definitely pre-shook but fuck it. If it sucks and everyone hates it so be it LOL. Okay—I promise I’m done. Enjoy! Maybe! And thank you to anyone who deigns to leave constructive feedback, thank you! --- Writer’s warning: Feelings. Icky, disgusting feelings. If those are radioactive to you, or you’re just not about them when looking for a porn story, do not advance—there are plenty of great alternatives here that aren’t... this. --- Still caught in the afterglow, breathing hard and heavy, my skin buzzed and tingled as I rested below him. Staring up into his stare, his mouth slightly parted, eyes dark and narrowed, it was hard to tell exactly where his mind was. Electing to take a risk, I leaned up and planted a soft kiss on his fuzzy cheek. Sinking back into the mattress, I watched for any shifts in his expression. And while most of his expression remained unchanged, his mouth had curved ever so slightly. Lifting one of his big hands to my face, he brought the backside of his ring and middle fingers against my smooth cheek, brushing gently. “So cute,” he murmured. Meanwhile, still squeezed inside my hole, his cock had slowly begun to soften. And while still fairly snug, the combined grease of the lube and loads mixed inside me were starting to loosen its fit. And as my walls attempted to squeeze back into place I could feel him sliding out, just a few inches but enough for him to take notice. In response, his hips shifted, pushing his half-hard cock back into my battered prostate. Gasping as he gently churned the mixed loads, my mouth fell open. “You like?” he teased. Nodding happily as he continued to grind, I reached down, fiddling with my own cock with one hand as my other reached for my nipples to gently stroke the tips. “Good,” he growled, grating harder, all but mashing his pubes into my tender ring. “Definitely gonna do that again, but right now I want a puff. Join me?” Smiling faintly, I nodded again. “I’d like that.” Giving my ass one last hard slog for good measure, Chris pulled away. Exiting with an unceremonious ‘plop’, his half-hard cock flopped about, slapping my wet pucker with its heavy head. Wincing at the loss as it hit me, the compulsion to fill that wet, wanting space with something—anything—spread down my spine and settled in my guts as my ring flexed and relaxed, breathing open and shut in protest. Meanwhile, Chris had sat up, pulling me closer with one arm while his other reached for the pipe at the bedside table. But halfway up his body, head pillowed by his round tummy, my gaze was drawn elsewhere—pulled to his dick, which rested against his leg, where a viscous puddle was beginning to form on his inner thigh. Magnetized, I slid down the mattress. Face to face with his glossy cock, I licked my lips in anticipation, heart pounding as I scooted closer and inhaled the musky smell of cum, our mixed sweat, the faint smell of my ass, and lube mixing together into a perfect makeshift cologne. Smeared around his head and shaft, the ropes of cum had been squished and spread, coating him in a thick glaze. Needing a taste, I leaned forward as I heard the butane torch click to life, and wrapped my mouth around his head. While he smoked, I sucked, curling my tongue around every contour as I lapped hungrily at the pungent mix encasing him. Digging into the slit, cleaning away the mess we’d made, I slid down to the base so I could delve into every nook and cranny, feeling him harden as the torch fizzed in the background— Then I heard another click, followed by a soft thump on the bed. Digging under my armpit, one of his hands yanked me away from my task. Caught off guard, I sat stunned and mouth half-opened, wondering if I’d done something wrong, but then he crushed his fuzzy face against mine, exhaling a huge mouthful of smoke as he locked our mouths together. Cheeks expanding, I inhaled sharply, held in place by the hand on the back of my head. Shutting my eyes, I held the puff for a few seconds before giving it back to him, which he’d hold before shot-gunning it back to me. I couldn’t tell you how many times we passed it back and forth. What I do recall is getting dizzy—my head spinning as the tina hit and made my skin crawl. And when he finally pulled away my lungs gasped and coughed, gulping air greedily. “Good boy,” he murmured, settling in closer, holding the pipe just outside my mouth. “Now your turn,” he instructed. Obediently, I wrapped my lips around the tip as my fingers pinched the shaft. Then the torched clicked. Rolling the bowl slowly, the clouds began to billow, swirling into little wisps as they gathered into thick puffs. To test, I blew ever so gently, and when the wispy stands rose from the little vent I knew it was time to inhale. Beginning slowly, I could feel my chest rising and keep going. Within a few moments I knew I had already filled my lungs and could feel myself straining to hold in more but Chris kept the lighter burning. Glancing up at him, I began to pull away but he shook his head, his arm keeping me firmly in place. “Keep going,” he urged. “Want my boy spun.” Not wanting to displease him, I fought and strained, eyes all but rolling back into my head as I held on— When he finally pulled the pipe away, I sputtered, shrouding us in billowing smoke as he set the pipe aside. Head swimming, I felt dizzy—but good dizzy. Like my mind was floating. Planting his hand on my shoulder, Chris gave me a curious look. “Everything okay?” Thoughts were difficult—had to piece them together a bit before I could get the words out. “Yeah. It’s just—it’s just a lot,” I stuttered, smiling at him. Smiling back, he shook his head slightly, before pulling me back up the bed. “Come here,” he instructed, all but dragging me on top of him. Resting my head on his shoulder, hands on his chest, I began to relax, following the motion of his fingers as they stroked my back. “Thanks,” I said softly. Remaining silent, Chris simply planted a kiss on the top of my head, grazing his calloused digits along the soft space of my back as we settled in together. Descending upon us lightly, silence fell, enveloping us in the lull of the interim. But I was high as a kite—and as the moments passed peacefully, anxiety crept in, urging me to find new, exciting ways to insert my foot into my mouth. “I’m sorry—” I stammered, lifting my head off his chest, compelled to explain the downtime. “I just don’t normally do this much and I’m really liking this but it’s a lot and—” Chuckling heartily, he silenced me by pulling my head back down. Taking a moment to nuzzle my damp hair, we simply laid there, and I found myself following the rhythm of his breathing as we settled back in. Then his baritone voice rumbled gently. “I said I wanted you spun. You’re spun. I see no problem here. We’re just taking a short detour.” And maybe it really was that simple. Fears assuaged, I settled back in, shutting my eyes. “Really?” “Of course. Hell, if I was up to me you’d be further but that’s clearly not a good idea right now.” “Oh,” I returned blithely. Pulling me further up so we were face to face, he fixed his dark blue eyes on my brown ones. Narrowing intensely into a dark stare, he licked his lips. “You know, you said some pretty filthy things back there,” he murmured. “I suppose I did,” I responded softly. “Who was that and how do I get him to play?” he probed bemusedly, reaching further as his hand wandered back to the crack of my ass. My breathing hitched. “You just have to ask.” “Hmm...” he hummed, tracing the perimeter in little circles. “I’d like that. And aside from getting his little boy-hole plowed, what else does he like getting into?” “Whatever you like,” I returned obediently, spreading my legs to assist his curious digits. Frowning bemusedly for a moment, Chris leaned forward and bit my ear gently, drawing a yelp. “That wasn’t the question,” he corrected. “I asked what you like. Not what I like.” Nodding, I sighed lightly as his mouth pulled away. “I see the distinction.” Crack! I winced at the stinging impact as his hand retracted from my ass cheek. “That’s not an answer, Daniel,” he observed, returning to his original route as his paw found my hole once more. Gasping, my hands dug harder into his pectorals, reacting to the two rough fingers sliding up along the tender tissues. Well, if that wasn’t a callout. And maybe it was the drugs. Or perhaps the digits burrowing into the mixed mess of semen, relieving the emptiness I’d been feeling. Maybe it was simply the fact that I wasn’t used to being asked that and it was new territory for me. “I have trouble trusting people,” I admitted quietly. “I don’t usually get into that.” “So you let them get into you?” he teased, his expression darkening as he curled his intrusion to briefly brush a nail against my prostate. Yelping as my body all but jerked, his other arm fastened itself around my back, securing me into place as he settled back into the stretching and scissoring motions. “I guess...” I explained, struggling with the words as my head juggled the buzz, what his hand was doing, the earthy smell of his breath, and cogent thoughts. “If I just let them do whatever... it’s fine. Makes sure they have a good time. Maybe they even ask me to come back—it’s just easier that way, isn’t it?” Pausing his ministrations, silence descended once more save for a sharp inhale through his nostrils. I could practically see the gears turning in his brain as the puzzle pieces coalesced. “Is that what happened with—what was name again? From earlier.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, my shoulders began to tense reflexively. “Sam,” I supplied meekly. “His name is Sam.” “Right, him. Is that what happened.” Sighing sadly, I didn’t trust my words and nodded. “I see. And do you actually like that?” he asked, voice low and mild, like his words were wrapped in honey. No, my mind shouted, but my outside words formed differently. “I—I don’t know,” I began shakily. “Maybe? Sometimes, I guess?” But my head was already off the rails, spinning out as panic jerked awake. Elbowing the other emotions away from the dashboard, he slammed the alarm, screeching his siren as the distress signal blared through my brain. “Forget it,” I backpedaled. “I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid—I’m stupid—” “Daniel,” he said softly, silencing me with a squeeze. “Yes Chris?” I whispered. “Shut up,” he ordered. “And relax for two seconds.” Inhaling quickly, I held my breath and complied. “I’m liking this. And I want you to want to come back,” he intoned sternly. “But I can only do that if you have a good time too. Now tell me: what do you want?” “I like...” I began slowly, struggling to wrap my head around this, unsure with how to frame the phrasing to make it likable. “I’m sorry—I just need to know. If I say something wrong or that you don’t like—will I get in trouble?” Chuckling, Chris leaned in and licked my ear. “I don’t know, Daniel,” he murmured slyly. “Doesn’t that depend on what it is?” “I guess—I guess that’s reasonable,” I stuttered, trailing off as the thoughts dissolved and took the ground with it. Who was I to argue? It was, after all, a very fair position. Squirming reflexively, my back began to rise, only to meet resistance against the much more powerful arm clasping me against his chest. Sensing my discomfort, Chris held on tighter. “Wait—stop,” he entreated, extracting his fingers from my hole to grip my ass, effectively blocking the only other direction I could have gone. “I was kidding,” he explained, backpedaling as his fingers dug into the soft skin. “I just wanted to—never mind. Please, just relax.” The ‘please’ did it. That and the realization I had no real way out of this if he didn’t want me to. Shocked back to the now, I bottled the feeling and surrendered to his paws locking me in place. “I won’t get in trouble?” I said quietly and held my breath. Chris shook his head. “You won’t get in trouble. Promise.” Exhaling into his chest, I forced out the words. “I want you to own me.” Groaning, he reached for one of my hands and brought it down to his cock. And with just the back of my hand against it, I could feel it hardening again. “Go on,” he hissed. “I want... I want you be your boy. Your slut. Whatever you want to call it.” “Mmmm...” he growled, guiding my fingers so they wrapped around his rising erection. “You really get off on being someone’s bitch, don’t you?” “I do,” I whispered. “But it’s more than that. I want someone to own me, Chris. So... I’m theirs. Like...” Like they want to have me, my mind supplied, but the words died in my throat. Instead, I murmured, “You know what I mean?” His cock pulsed. “I think so,” he purred. “And what can I do to excite my little cum bucket? How do I reward him for a job well done?” There were many answers to this, but I hesitated; my brain had conjured Sam—his face twisted up in rage, shouting because nothing was ever good enough so why even ask—but then the feeling the stroke of his knuckles running down my back and his promise brought me back and when I looked at the pair of big blue eyes I felt my escalating heart-rate ease up. Still... I wasn’t ready to show my whole hand so I volunteered a club. “I... I really like piss,” I admitted. “Drinking it. Or being filled with it. Or even being soaked in it. Just want to serve, really.” “Mmmm. Sounds like my little slut is a bit of people pleaser. And maybe even a bit of a piglet. That right?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Mmmm,” he rumbled, adding the throaty low notes of dominance to the sound. “Does this little piggy want my chem piss?” “Yes,” I begged. “I could bring you to work you know. Strip you buck naked and hide you under my desk. Just fuck and feed you throughout the day so I don’t have to walk to the urinals.” “A Sir shouldn’t have to get up for that,” I agreed demurely, settling back into his shoulder. “Not when he has a boy for that...” “And what happens if my boy can’t handle it?” he growled. “My piss gets pretty rancid you know—I might even want it to be harsh for you. And when you’re feeling sick because you’ve got a gallon of my piss in your belly and can’t take any more, what happens then? Do I get mad?” “I’d think so,” I whimpered. “Mad enough to almost make you keep drinking it anyway, I bet,” he hissed. “Make you gag and choke it down your throat. Maybe even make you hold your ass cheeks apart when we’re home so I can decide how I want to punish your pretty little pink hole—because what boy of mine can’t handle four measly piss loads?” “Whatever you think I deserve,” I whispered. “More,” he instructed. “I want more.” “I... I like being tied up. Blindfolded. Passed around and stretched open. Your arms,” I sputtered, turning my head to the thick layer of hair that ran from the back of his hands up to his powerful biceps. “Your arms are so hot to me. Want them inside me.” “Mmm... you really like being helpless, don’t you?” he breathed, stroking my spine with the hairy back of one hand, as the other returned to my ass. Sliding past my ring with a shove, three of his fingers dug into the soft tissue. Almost pulling me across his chest as he flexed his strength in demonstration, my cock twitched as my heart skipped. “You’re pretty light you know—could probably lift you on one,” he cooed. “Carry you around like my little skin puppet.” “Yes,” I mewled. “Wait here,” he instructed. “Do not run away.” Rising from the bed, Chris shuffled over to the closet. Pulling it open, he sifted through its contents for a few moments, rising to his toes as he reached for the top shelf, involuntarily granting a very nice view of his rather round ass together as he gathered a rather large cardboard box that likely no longer held the vegetables its exterior suggested. I licked my lips. Then he turned, flaunting his cock at full mast as he returned to the bed. Settling back next to me, one of his hands settled on the flaps concealing its contents. Drumming his fingers gently, he paused for a moment, eyes downcast. To my surprise, he paused—he always seemed to know what to say. Settling in patiently, I waited. When he spoke, he spoke quietly. “Everything we’ve talked about—I’m game for. It’s just...” he explained, then trailed off at the end, taking another moment. Unsure whether I was supposed to wait or not, I elected for the comfort of still silence. After a moment, he continued. “I don’t know if I can be as rough or mean as you want me to be.” Eyeing his resting hand, and then his averted posture, I scooted closer. Overlapping his chunky paw with my spindly ones, I leaned over the box so our arms touched and rested my head on his shoulder. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “Don’t get me wrong—I like to control,” he clarified. “And I’d like to share and stretch your tight little boy-hole until it’s a gaping cunt. And I really want to get my arm so far into your guts that I can parade you around like my favourite sleeve.” This was pushing all my buttons; it was taking a lot of restraint to not just hurl myself onto him. But his tone of concern gave me pause. Setting my pounding chest aside, I removed my head, craning below his I could look up at his surprisingly sober expression. I raised an eyebrow. “What’s the worry then?” I asked delicately. “I like to go slow,” he explained, gesturing to the wall with his free hand as if that somehow made it make more sense. “Work up to things. We’ll need a safe word and I’ll want to cuddle. And I don’t know how that fits into,” he motioned loosely to the space between us, “This.” Smiling wanly, my body leaned in, and I rested my head atop his shoulder. His resting hand was still a lot bigger than mine so it was kind of hard to get my grip around it properly but I managed as best I could and squeezed a bit tighter. “Chris?” I asked quietly, demurely. “Yes?” “I said I want you to own me,” I explained, tone soft and soothing. “That means you have a lot of say in this.” Pausing for a moment, Chris held his breath. Below, I could feel his free arm repositioning, sliding over the two clasping his so we made a little hand sandwich. Holding my little paws in his heavy ones, his mouth turned back to my ear. “My slut,” he said quietly. Sighing contentedly, I nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Chris,” I agreed. “Your slut.” Satisfied with my answer, we remained still for a moment, taking the opportunity to bask in the verbal contract. Then, glancing downwards, my eyes wandered to the cardboard flaps. “So...” I began timidly, wondering if I was inadvertently invoking Pandora with this train of thought: “What’s in the box?” //// Clothes. It had been clothes. More specifically, clothes he’d wanted me to wear. Along with a few accessories for himself. Testing the off-white jockstrap he’d supplied, I poked the little pouch concealing my cock and balls. The actual strap sat snug around my waist, but with my tina-dick only standing at quarter-mast the pouch itself was fairly loose. Still, probably better too big than too small. At the base, I could already see a damp spot beginning to emerge where I was leaking. And while I still had the full use of my hands I reached lower, sliding my index finger underneath the foreskin, coating the finger generously before bringing it to my mouth to taste the faintly salty-sweet ooze. Meanwhile, Chris was setting down a cooler he’d retrieved from the kitchen. Clad in just his old army tags and a battered camouflage cap, he glanced around the room, likely trying to judge whether he’d picked the best location for his refreshments. Once satisfied with his choice, he cracked open a cold one. Fixing me with a wry grin, he chugged the lager under a minute, holding eye contact the full time, and then tossed the empty bottle into the trash. “You’ll get yours later,” he explained, winking as he gave his belly a hearty pat. Cheeks flushed, I was unsure how to react—and elected for gratitude. “Thanks,” I said meekly. Practically beaming, he glanced back towards the bucket of beers. “Although, if you’re good, I could probably be persuaded.” He then tipped of his head towards the now-opened vegetable bin. “Have you picked one you like?” I had. Licking my lips, I lifted the bandana from the box delicately. Plain black, save for a thin, fiery-white pattern about a half-inch from the perimeter, I presented him the square sheet. “This one.” Satisfied with my choice, he accepted my offering, folding it by its corners once, then pinching a few inches down the converging slopes to form the edge of the band. With a few quick loops, the makeshift blindfold was formed and pressed against my face, making the world vanish as he tied the ends together behind my skull. With my vision gone, the other senses quickly stepped up to fill the void. Somehow the musky, sweaty, smoky scent that I was quickly beginning to associate with him was stronger and all but suffocated my nose in its aroma. Tentatively, my hand reached up to touch the cloth, feeling the rough cotton between the soft pads of my thumb and forefinger, and gave it a little tug to adjust it. “Too tight?” Chris asked in concern as he circled me, making my skin buzz as he eyed his handiwork. Shaking my head, I settled back into the bed, following his voice and footsteps as I raised my hands in front of my chest in offering. “No, not at all,” I stammered, shivering as he pressed his fuzzy chest to my back. Next to me, the jingle of metal on metal chimed, the leather brushing my arm as he lifted the harness out of the box. “Good. Arms up,” he instructed. Complying, the leather slipped over my head and down my torso. He’d clearly done this before—within moments the diagonal cross-straps were snug across my shoulders, meeting with a cold metal ring in the center of my chest. Meanwhile, behind me, I could feel him fiddling with the tightness, securing the horizontal strap between my belly button and ribcage. “How’s that?” he cooed. Rolling my shoulders to test the tightness, I turned towards his voice. “It’s actually perfect,” I admitted. “Good. Hands.” Obediently, I bent my arms and raised my hands together in offering. Wrapping his arms around my torso, he set to work, collecting my hands in his, fitting the pair leather handcuffs around them as he tightened them around my slender wrists. Breathing heavily into my ear, he gave the tip of my ear a test nibble and shook my arms, making the metal rings of the cuffs jingle against one another. “Too snug?” Tentatively, I slipped my ring finger underneath one of the bands. It fit, albeit with some effort. “Not at all,” I supplied. “Perfect.” “I just didn’t think you were serious,” I confessed. “Why would I not be serious?” he asked gently, snapping the metal bands together with a loud clack. “I asked what you wanted; you said you wanted to be tied up and used like my human cum-rag. That sounds fun to me—doesn’t it sound fun to you?” “Well, yes, but...” “So if I like it,” he interrupted, “And you like it, don’t you agree it would be silly if I wasn’t ready to follow through?” I was cornered. And not just because I was tied up on the bed. “I see your point,” I conceded. “Besides...” he murmured, bumping the top of my head with the brim of his cap as he settled in next to my ear. Then his hands were on me—starting from the bottom of my waist where the band of the jock began, he tugged the strap back to give a little snap, before continuing his calloused fingertips’ journey upwards. Leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake, they brushed from my sides to underarms, eventually settling on the base of my shoulders. “Do you have any idea how good you look to me right now?” he purred. Shaking my head, I was upfront about it. “No,” I responded bluntly. The tip of his large, flat tongue flicked top of my ear. “You look gorgeous,” he breathed. Laughing softly, deflection kicked in, reducing the compliment to a glancing blow. “I bet you say that to all the boys,” I replied nonchalantly, tilting my head to grant better access to the slope of my neck. Accepting the invitation, Chris bit down, forming a seal with his lips as he sunk his teeth into the soft skin. Sucking hard, he drew a gasp as my spine arched—sharp pain jolting outwards from where the pressure was most intense. Whimpering as he increased his pull, his heavy arms squeezed me tight against his torso, crushing my wrists into the cold metal ring as he drew the blood to the surface. Once satisfied with his handiwork he pulled away with a pop, blowing gently on the bruising skin, sending shivers down my back. Flicking the patch with the tip of his tongue, he moved back to my ear. “I really don’t,” he growled. “I’ll take your word for it,” I whispered. Then the pipe was back in my mouth and I heard the click of the torch. “Three big hits, boy,” he instructed. “And pick a safe word.” Surrendering to the waft of the clouds, I huffed and I puffed until my chest was full and by the time I had blown in I could feel the little piggy waking up. My head was spinning again—a spiralling mess of sensations crawling along my skin as even the faintest breeze of his breath set me off. Thoughts were difficult, so I deferred to the first word that came to mind. “Zebra,” I supplied. “Zebra it is,” he growled. And then the box flew off the bed and his hands were on my chest, all but shoving onto my back. Letting out a surprised yelp as I hit the mattress, he climbed on top, straddling my chest. Flopping against my mouth, his hard cock was slippery with pre-cum. “You want my cock, don’t you?” My chest fluttered. “Yes,” I whispered. Gripping his shaft in his hand, he pushed the head closer, spreading the pre-cum around my lips. “I bet you do,” he growled. “You love it. In your mouth, in your hole. Bet you can’t wait until that beer finishes its trip and it’s time to feed you.” Straining against the heavy, hairy thighs crushing my arms into my chest, I nodded. Fighting the temptation to reach out with my tongue and steal a little taste of the pungent, sweaty head as it traced its little circles, I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. Pounding inside my ribcage, my heart practically leapt against its confines, the perspiration on his legs mixing with the fresh sweat forming on my chest. “Yes, Sir,” I breathed. The use of the title evidently struck a chord—groaning atop me, Chris leaned forwards. “Fuck. Open,” he ordered. Obediently, my lips parted, and his cock slid past my open mouth. Even now I could still faintly test the acrid tang that was unmistakeably Sam, mixing with the delicate sweet and faintly sour that I understood to be myself. But overwhelming both of them was a salty, heady musk—blanketing the residual flavours, Chris’s taste quashed both and I strained my neck, struggling to get him further inside, needing more of it. Above, Chris cooperated with the inefficient angle by taking some pressure off my chest. Balancing more on his shins he rose a bit, shifting his hips as we adjusted our alignment. Satisfied with this new position, Chris paused, just holding the position. Below, I continued to swirl my tongue around his head and shaft, breathing through my nose. Then I felt him move—his pelvis pressing forward in a very slow, continuous thrust that brought his cock further. Panicking, I nearly choked as half a cock quickly became three quarters. Bumping the entrance to my throat, he ground his cock there, groaning as I gurgled and choked. “Fuck, Daniel,” he groaned, grinding harder. “Fuck—more.” Dizzy and flushed, my body jerked as I tried to cough and sputter around the rather sizeable gag I’d been presented with. I knew I had to keep breathing through my nose—but the unsuccessful gagging and coughing had already flooded my sinuses with relocated spit and mucus. Running down my nose, cheeks, mouth, it had even had begun to seep into the pubes pressing into my face. Below, my cock began to harden. “We’re going to have to train you to do this better,” he chuckled, giving a little push with his hips, eliciting a gag. “Although, honestly... I kind of like watching you choke.” Below, my cock twitched. Time passed. I was certain I was going to pass out—behind the blindfold, little stars were beginning to form. But then he pulled back, his rock-hard cock slimy and wet as I lurched forwards, wheezing in laboured pants. Generously, he gave me a moment. Settling down next to me, one arm slipped underneath my back, pulling me close. Meanwhile, the other ran his index and middle fingers through the mixed splatter of saliva, snot, and pre-cum that had formed around the lower half of my face. Brushing it and gathering a nice little coating around the exploratory digits, he pushed them into my mouth. I could practically hear the grin in his voice. “What a mess you’ve made,” he observed as I suckled away. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I croaked around the intrusion. Chuckling, Chris removed his fingers and shifted his weight so that he could overlook me. For a moment, I wondered if I was in trouble. But then, to my surprise, I felt his large flat tongue lap my cheek. Leaving a trail of his hot saliva in its path, it moved across my mouth, the little bridge underneath my nose, and then my chin before pulling away. Above I could hear him make squishing noises with one of his cheeks and then his tongue was back, cleaning up the other side of my face as it swept away the last of it the snot, pre-cum, and spit. Then his finger tapped my lips. Open, it said, and my mouth parted. Leaning in, Chris spat out the mix before pressing in with a crushing kiss, mashing his beard into my face as his thick tongue spread the viscous blend to every corner. All but wrapping my tongue in it as he swirled his around mine, his hand stroked the side of my arm gently, and I could feel the tension melting away leaving nothing but the humming need that buzzed through my bloodstream. It also occurred to me that I was now hard. Swallowing his gift dutifully, I could feel his mouth curl into a smile as our blended fluids traveled past my gullet. Stroking my side gently, he pulled away. Through our heavy pants and a grin that I could hear, he leaned in close. “It’s okay baby,” he whispered. “Just means I’ll have to keep fucking your face until you get the hang of me.” And for a moment we just paused there—taking a moment to recover as he considered what he wanted next. He arrived at his choice quickly. “Know what I haven’t had in a while?” he asked. “No Sir,” I answered softly. “A good rimming. But I bet you’d like to give me that though, wouldn’t you?” he growled. “Lord knows you want to stick every other part of my body into your mouth. What do you think boy? Think you can clean me up? And really get that tongue of yours up my ass?” My breathing hitched. Schooling my features into a poker face, I wet my lips. “I think if that’s what you want, Sir,” I murmured, “What kind of boy would I be if I didn’t?” “I haven’t cleaned up like you,” he warned, voice low as if threatening me with it. “It’ll be sweaty. Maybe even ripe. Sometimes that scares little boys away. Think that’s going to be a problem?” “Not at all,” I whispered. “Whatever Sir wants.” “Good answer.” Then he was sitting up and I heard the crisp fizz of a cap between twisted off a bottle. Displacing the bed as his knees surrounded my face, balancing his weight on his shins, he took a long swig of the lager and then began to descend. Nutty, earthy, salty, musky; bombarding my nose as the hairy crack of his ass lowered itself onto my face I leaned up, straining my neck as I buried myself in his wiry fur. Inhaling deeply, I shivered, captivated by the sheer potency of his odour and opened my mouth. Beginning by suckling at the interior of one of his cheeks, my tongue reached and delved into the layer of sweat that had begun to form. Responding with a rumbling groan, Sir took another swig, then pushed back, scratching my face lightly as he ground into it hard. “Fuck—you’re eager aren’t you?” I was. In the same way that Chris evidently didn’t find many boys down to eat him, my predilection to go with the flow meant I didn’t typically voice my appreciation for this part of the oral realm. But it was something of a guilty pleasure. And the way his crack bore down on me, my lips would press the little pinched muscles forming his pucker out of the way and let my tongue really dig into each nook to uncover the pinches of nutty, manly earthiness—my own little heaven. Taking my time, I teased deliberately, ensuring that no skin was left unturned as I cleaned every square millimeter around his hole. “God damn...” he growled, reaching down to spread a cheek, granting better access to his hole. Accepting the invitation, my tongue pushed against his tight entrance. Overwhelmed by the salty strength of the flavour I had to catch myself—forcing myself to focus on the task at hand as the tip of my muscle teased and tested, looking for an angle where it could form the wedge I needed here. He was definitely enjoying himself—letting out all manner of grunts and throaty rumbling noises between swigs of his refreshment. But I wasn’t going to be happy with ‘enjoying’—I wanted him to unravel and I was getting nowhere fast with my current methods. Evidently, Chris hadn’t been kidding about not doing this often. Then an idea occurred; my hands reached up. And despite being clasped together I managed to get them in a position where there was some leverage to pull in opposite direction. Digging into the corners of his cheeks, just below my chin, my fingers tugged while my tongue searched. Bingo. Had my mouth not been preoccupied, I might have smiled. But there were other priorities right now. Worming in closer, I worked the little sliver I’d formed, pleased as a bit more of my tongue managed to squeeze into his tight asshole. “Jesus,” he gasped, his legs shaking for just a moment as he leaned over to drop the bottle into the trash. While it clattered noisily against its brother, Chris was already rebalancing, breathing hard, and using both of his hands to now spread his cheeks to give me the access I had really been looking for. “Why the fuck didn’t we start with this?” he wondered aloud. Grinning, I shoved my tongue inside further. “Jesus,” he groaned, louder this time. Not bad, I considered, but maybe we can do better. Slowly, deliberately, I withdrew my tongue, slurping up the earthy flavour as I went. And once retracted about halfway, I paused—just enough to let him consider the next move—and then pushed back in as hard as I could. “Jesus!” he roared. Finally satisfied, I repeated the motion, drinking his salty musk with each successive thrust. Building speed gradually, I was pleased when he began to push back harder, forcing my tongue past the sphincter to delve into the nutty, funky, headiness beyond. And just as the flavour was becoming fainter, he pulled off my face, tearing off the blindfold off my eyes as he left. Staring down at me, his face was red and sweaty, his cock nearly purple as if it was ready to burst. Rising and falling in time with his heavy panting, his chest was shiny with sweat, giving the soaked fur the look of copper wire in the lamplight. Meanwhile, his mouth opened and shut, bobbing like a fish as he failed to come up with the words. Smiling up at him innocently, I held my tongue, arms trembling with suppressed laughter. “Well,” he finally started, then paused, pondering his next words for a moment. Then his hands were on mine, touching the leather straps briefly before settling on the clasp holding them together. With a click, the metal ring released, and he pulled my hands apart. “I think you’ve earned these.” I couldn’t resist. “Thank you, Sir,” I chimed. Narrowing his eyes, he gave me what might have been a glare, but then dissolved the leery stare with a snort. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he growled. “Hands and knees. Now.” While I scrambled into position, he was already moving behind me. “You’re going to want to take some,” he warned as the poppers landed in front my face. And while I twisted the cap off, I heard the pop of the lube bottle opening, followed by the slicking sound of his hand on his cock. Hurriedly, I inhaled deeply in each nostril, feeling my ass muscles relax with each breath as the flush spread throughout my body. Where earlier had been gentle and he’d eased himself into me gradually, this time was different. Three of the fingers he’d slicked his cock with went in, shoving in roughly, with little regard for the delicate tissues. And after just one twist to spread the lube about they were gone, replaced with the tip of his dick as he nudged my entrance. Gripping my hips hard, he let out a low rumble, and pushed hard. Yelping as my muscles tensed involuntarily in spite of the poppers, he slid in fast, jostling on in with one long hard stroke. Then, while still holding one side of my waist, his other hand reached forward and pushed the top of my back, indicating he wanted me lower. Complying, I folded onto my forearms, being sure to keep the bottle nearby just in case. Stretching my walls with his pulsing erection, my ass gripped him hard, almost dragging with him slightly despite the lubrication as he reared back, sliding out oh so slowly. “You teased me earlier,” he observed. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I whimpered, straining over my shoulder so I could see the dark expression tinting his features. “Didn’t seem sorry when you were being a smart ass earlier,” he replied dismissively, lifting his arm. Turning away, I shut my eyes. Crack! Sucking in a gasp at the impact, the sharp red pain spread outwards from from the cheek and up my spine, linking up with the pleasure senses mucking about in my head as they rolled into one sensation. Meanwhile, Chris’s hands were back on my hips, digging in hard as he thrust back in hard. In this position, more depth was possible and I found my mouth just hanging open, clutching the bottle and sheets as he pounded into me. Like a piston he set a brutal pace, stroking across my prostate and dislodging more pre-cum into the substantial stain that was forming in the pouch. “Chris—” I moaned, but either he didn’t hear me or didn’t care. Grunting and snarling as he fucked me hard, he pressed onwards with fervor. Within moments I had been reduced to a mewling mess and reached back for my own hard cock. Moving the pouch aside, I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking it as best I could in rhythm with his thrusts. I could feel it coming close—between the battering inside me, the slick friction, and the lack of orgasm earlier I desperately wanted to cum. But then he stopped, breathing hard, leaving me whining at the loss of motion as he simply held position—cock half-inserted so there was deliberately no pressure against my prostate. Eyeing my adjusted posture suspiciously, he licked his lips. “And what do we have here?” he murmured, leaning in closer as he reached down, enveloping my grip in his. “Someone is hard.” Whimpering, I nodded. Gingerly, he extricated my hand as his began its own assessment. Starting with my foreskin, his rough fingers pinched the folds, grinding them together as he started to push his cock back in to the root. Once slipped under my foreskin, his hand continued onto my sensitive cock-head, brushing their calloused pads and the tips of the fingernails over the glans. Spreading the little slit between two of the nails, he pressed in, making me whine as he rubbed the opening of my urethra painfully. Satisfied, he gathered my pre-cum in his slick hand, and lowered his grip to my shaft. “You’re very lucky you’re cute,” he growled, and resumed thrusting. I had already been close. But between his coarse, slippery palms stroking me so they just brushing the top of my head, and the slower, more deliberate thrusts that all but dug into my swollen nub before sliding all the way in—I wasn’t going to last. Digging my nails into the sheets, I pleaded incoherently, moving my hips in time with his thrusts. “Chris,” I gasped. “It’s—I can’t—please—” “Do it,” he breathed. Clamping down on his cock, my muscles stiffened as I spurt into his hand, making him groan and lean back as he shut his eyes. Stilling himself momentarily, he let out a slow exhalation through his nose—adjusting to the vice-like grip of the velvety tissue. Holding his position, he pulled his cum-coated hand away from my softening sock. Smearing my load around his fingers as he moved it towards my hole, he pushed against his wiry pubes, prodding the edge of my tightened pucker with the tip of his nail. Sensing what was coming next, I uncapped the bottle and sniffed hard, sucking in the nitrites as he pressed harder, breaching the already-snug fit as it slid alongside his throbbing member, scraping the nerves as he buried himself to the knuckle. Whimpering at the intrusion, I re-capped the bottle and arched my back, struggling to feel more. “Oh god,” I whispered. “Tonight,” he breathed, grinding his hips forward into my beaten hole as he spoke. “I’m gonna get someone else in there with me. And really rip this hole open.” “You really think we’ll be able to do that?” I gasped, shutting my eyes as I just focused on the throbbing, burning, tingling spreading through the nerves. “Absolutely,” he grunted, twisting the digit, making sure I felt the burn. “And if you can’t, we’ll make you. Hell, I even know who I’m calling,” he continued, rubbing a second finger against my entrance. Forcing it in alongside its brother, he glanced down, eyeing his handiwork with a hungry look, letting out a groan of satisfaction. “Christ, Daniel...” Mewling into the sheets, I bit my lip. “Promises, promises,” I chimed, earning a snicker. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble one day,” he growled. And then the fingers were gone, leaving my ass alone with cock. And if the earlier pace had felt rough, I didn’t even have a word for this. Slamming in and out, he battered my spent hole, ripping yelps from my throat on the rougher strokes and I had no doubts that I would be tender and sore when this was over. Slapping his balls hard with each thrust, yanking my walls with each shove, he attacked my hole in a frenzy. Even if I’d screamed Zebra I doubted it would have reached him. So instead I held on—leaning into the fever pitch, knowing that between the tightness, roughness, and pace it was clear he wanted to finish too. It didn’t take long. Another minute, maybe two? And I could feel his cock throbbing—stiffening up and expanding in preparation to mark me once more. His fingers dug in harder, and then came the roar. “FUCK DANIEL!” he bellowed, drowning out my moan, his balls swaying as his body stilled. And deep inside me his pulsating member jerked, reacting to the shudder running through his body as it drove in to the root and unloaded in five thick pumps—his second gooey load meeting and merging with the remnants of its brother as the wetness spread through my guts.

Well so far lockdown has sucked royally. I live alone and count as an “essential worker.” All work and no play makes everything dull. To be frank I’ve been climbing the walls and wanking everyday to every type of porn I can find. After a few weeks however it’s just not enough. I couldn’t take it. I needed to be pushed down and loaded up. No amount of dildo play ever feels the same as someone else at the helm. So I broke. I admit it. I just needed to feel someone else pressing into me a calling me dirty names. Even as I drove to my favourite cruising spot I honestly didn’t think there would be anyone there. I was so wrong, it seems I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t stand it any more. Pulling up and parking in a dark part of the car park I didn’t have to wait long until a shadow passed the rear of my car and then at my driver’s window a silhouette. I slowly started gripping and rubbing my cock through the loose trousers I had slipped on before leaving and likewise the guy stood next to my car slowly started to squeeze his bulge. Our mutual interest was obvious and as I reached for my door handle and opened up my car he slipped his cock out into the half light we were in. A good eight inched long, not too thick but with a solid mushroom head on it. I was lost as soon as I saw it. After this period of forced abstinence that cock looked fucking perfect to me. I slipped out of my car and as I pushed my trousers down I dropped to my knees on the tarmac. I leaned in and started licking that fat cockhead before slipping my lips around him and swallowing his length. His moans and hands on my head showed me that although I haven’t had anything lately I was clearly not out of practice. Before too long he was fucking my face and I was happily slobbering all over that beautiful shaft with my own hands stroking on my solid cock in a total delirium of dick lust. He pulled out from between my lips and pushed my back onto my car seat. Half laying in the car my, now naked, lower half out in the night air. He leaned in and sucked my cock for a bit making me moan in obvious pleasure and I spread my legs wide so he could easily get closer too me. In a brief moment of clarity I saw a couple of cars pass by and their lights shone on us both leaving zero doubt what we were doing. His fingers found my hole as he sucked me however and that thought disappeared as I moaned out “Oh fuck!” He knew he had hit upon my real need with that and wasted no time arranging himself so his cock was pointed right at me. That fat head slowly edging into my hole as I pressed down to open up for him. Fuck I am glad I have spent so much time with my dildos lately because otherwise that dick would have hurt like hell on the in stroke. As I was I just gripped whatever I could as he started pumping into me. Me half naked hanging out my car and him stood between my legs with his jeans around his knees cock buried up my arsehole. Both of us moaning and grunting as the fucking picked up pace. We were obviously both horny as fuck and in desperate need. It was never going to last long but I know I yelled out a couple of times as he rammed my hole and that spurred him to pound me harder. My cock was leaking the whole time and I was on edge as he grunted and pushed all the way into me. His breathing heavy and his movements slowed as his spunk was delivered deep inside me. As he pulled out of me and started to right his clothes I practically slid from my car seat, once again on my knees on the tarmac. I gripped my cock and with two or three hard strokes my own cum was jetting from me and I didn’t care who saw me now. He looked down at me. Naked, spunk dripping from me and panting in my post orgasm bliss. He smiled and said, “Thanks.” I think that was the only time he even spoke to me. As he returned to his car I collected myself and climbed back into the driving seat. Content for a little while at least. I’m not going to lie. I know it won’t be long before the temptation is too much to resist again.

I don't agree with all the recommendations. However, I do support the general sentiment and idea. Black Americans need to mobilize their vote to help elect black and anti racist governors, senators, mayors and Attorney generals, not just wait for the vote in November ( The presidential election is still important so get yo ass out there and vote. If covid scares you then mail in your ballot, but don't let your voice go silent). The police need to STOP USIN RACIAL PROFILING AS A TOO AND philosophy. It has been proven to not be effective in preventing or stopping crime and it is rooted in racial stereotypes and racial codification. I don't think just hiring more ethnic or black cops will work at this point. The police force needs an entire new overhaul. They need to be trained in deescalation techniques and how to deal with mentally ill as to not rely so heavily on violence and brutality to keep the "peace". The police union needs to stop protecting cops at all cost when it comes to police shootings. The burden of proof needs to be higher for a polices "life being in danger". "Smelling weed" and "shouting I see a gun without any proof. Cops need to wear body cams without the ability to turn them off. And they need to hire a more diversity, women, black, gay, non binary etc.

yes. we have roleplayed it for awhile now. now we want to take the next step & actually do it.

Yesterday my brother and I were out protesting trying to make change in the world. I took some pictures and sent them back home to our parents. Our father said keep it up.

Part 5. It was fairly late by the time I finally pulled out of Runner guy. Three loads of my kids now swimming around the faggy body of this guy that had somehow sired kids of his own in the past. I heard Jake closing his balcony door above as I got ready for bed so I knew he was safe and well without calling on him directly. That night I slept well, wondering whether my latest conquest would be rushing out for PEP or messaging me on BBRTS for more; it goes both ways tbh. The next day was another scorcher, so unusual for this Easter period. I could hear Jake's TV upstairs, more wrestling shows and I called up to him at one point, just to check he was ok. I'd decided to let us both cool down a bit in case I did anything he might regret and spent my morning and afternoon working out, catching up on Netflix and checking Grindr and BBRTS. Not much seemed to be happening on either so by 8pm I decided to take a run as the day had cooled a little. The park was practically deserted with just one or two other runners but there were a few figures lurking in the shadows down by the canal bridge. I pulled up, leaning against the bridge wall to tease out a knot in my hamstring and anything else that might need it. I could sense a bit of movement right under the bridge, an area that roughsleepers sometimes used, so I stepped into the gloom, eased my cock down the leg of my runners and began pissing like a horse just metres from where I could see a ratty looking young guy sat up on his sleeping bag. Instead of looking away or challenging me, he was staring at my cock which was quickly hardening. I took in his slim body, about 5'8'' and 120lbs, I guessed. His hair was still fairly short and he didn't look old at all. A new arrival I guessed, probably kicked out by his parents for something. My piss eased off but I kept my heavy cock hanging there for his pleasure, like a baited fishing line. His last chance to pull his gaze away, which he didn't take. I don't often fuck homeless guys, I'm not afraid of STDs but they are a hassle I can do without as they impact on my fitness, now and then, in a way in which my virus doesn't. This guy looked fresh though and I was even hornier than usual as I walked over to him. He stood up as I got to him and I spun him round so his back was to me, clamping my bicep round his scrawny neck as my other hand yanked down his sweat pants and surprisingly crisp CK boxers. I was already probing his tight hole with my PA as he squirmed in my grip, which I tightened a little. He didn't seem to be expecting this and was getting a little vocal. The chances of anyone hearing or caring were low but it seemed prudent to shut him up so I reached my big palm up to cover his mouth. In doing so, my bicep flexed a little against his neck and I could sense his movements lessening as I compressed his carotid. My cock swelled at the thought of how my muscle was dominating this little fuck and I flexed harder. He managed only a few weak struggles before falling fully limp and I wasted no time in slicing my cock fully into him, ripping him in the process, a feeling I love. I fucked him deadweight in my arms for a few strokes and then lowered him to the ground as he started to come round. I kept my arm in place and pinned him to hard earth slamming my full weight into him with each thrust. I used my bicep to keep him close to the edge of consciousness, which I think he appreciated as it numbed the pain he was clearly sustaining as I lost control. I wanted this fuck to smash this chicken up, not just to implant my death seed in him. His thin neck was like a weak sapling in my grip as I pounded blow after blow into his body, no doubt bruising him badly. maybe cracking something in that exposed rib cage, the thought of which turning me on even more. All too soon, for me, it was time to unload and I fired volley after volley into his broken body, quickly releasing his head and dragging my bloodied cock out of him as I stood up, only pausing to crouch and wipe my cock in his hair before tucking it into the mesh of my running shorts and jogging off home. At home, I showered and felt more relaxed than I had in days. I'd not felt that level of aggression in my fuck before but it had now passed. It seemed like a good time to check in on little Jake. He was still down - isolation, his parents and his meds all playing on his mind but clearly stoked to see me. He looked kind of worse for wear too but I bigged him up and gave him a beer and we talked a little. he really got into the positive mental attitude stuff that I have to deal in as a PT and I explained how meds can be a crutch if you aren't careful. Then we got onto his favourite subject; wrestling. "Do you still wrestle?" "Yeh, sure, now and then. It's not a job or anything" "You have the gear?" "yes" "Singlets or trunks?" "Both" "Can I see?" "Sure. But...it's two way thing" "Two way?" "Yep, you have to wear the gear too" "Me? Erm..." "That's the deal" he nodded meekly and I shuttled off downstairs, my mind racing. What to wear? For me I chose a pair of white trunks, medium, so three sizes too small, and for Jakey, well, for Jake I picked the briefs I'd worn that day with Soccer Boi out of the laundry basket - as yet unwashed. Downstairs again, I changed in his bathroom while he went to his room - accepting my explanation that my other wrestling gear was in my gym locker. The trunks really struggled to hold me in, pushing out my butt cheeks and package. I wasn't hard (amazing self control) but the PA was very clearly outlined against the lycra along with the rest of my bull cock, and an occasional glint from the leg hole could be seen as the trunks struggled to cope until I made a blatant adjustment with my hand. My self control was tested to the extreme as I got my first proper glimpse of his milky white, hair-free chest and pert little nips. A small snail trail, barely visible, tracked the centre of a non-existent tummy in to the loose waste-band of my beloved briefs. Once again, the copious material obscured his package and this time hung off his shapely little butt cheeks (the only thing keeping the briefs up). I licked my lips as he walked right up to me, the top of his head just above my own rock hard nipple. "wanna wrestle?", I asked him

As we slipped under the duvet, I vowed to myself to keep my briefs on and let little Jakey have a night of feeling safe at what was clearly a scary time for him. I caught him glancing at my body a few times but, knowing his love of wrestling and the contrast with his own body, it was hardly surprising. Pretty soon he was out for the count, face down, his mid length hair like a halo on the pillow. Sleep came much harder for me, despite my two fucks earlier, but eventually I drifted off, making sure to keep to my side of the bed. In my dreams, Soccer Boy was still here, sparko and naked in my bed, his pert little arse tempting me to top him up with my seed. I stretched out my thigh, laying it across his butt before inching my whole body over his as my cock hardened. He stirred in his sleep, smiling, as I humped him gently, slicking him up with my pre. As my PA snatched at his entrance, the rest of my bulbous head was able to begin to part his fleshy lips. His body stiffened, aware of my raw state, as I pushed harder, sinking an inch or two into his chute. At this he really began to squirm, still silent but desperate to stop my bare entrance. Fuck this, I slammed the rest of my length into him, no pretence of playing safe. He felt even smaller than before, slotting easily between my thighs completely immobilised... "Stop! Stop!", Jake was almost shouting, almost sobbing as I came round from my dream fuck. I was atop the kid. Actually, that's not right, I was all over him, such was our size difference. The covers were on the floor but he was fully covered by me. Fuck! In my confused state it took a second to realise that my cock wasn't actually in him. I reached under me to find my briefs in place though a good six inches of cock and my big PA were poking out the waist band. My old hipster boxers were still on Jake's fine little arse too, though there was a silvery snail trail in the fabric crevice where my hungry cock had signalled its intent. I quickly rolled off him, shoving my cock to one side so that it was inside the confines of the briefs once again. "Fuck! Sorry Jake, I guess I'm not used to sharing my bed....been a while since I had any action....You ok?" "errr...yeh..." he was clearly a bit shaken, his voice quavery. "you are kind of heavy, I couldn't move" "sorry man, I can sleep on the sofa" "No...it's ok, you won't do it again?" "Um, ok, I promise" We both began to drift back to sleep. "Um...Ed?" "Yeh?" "Your cock..." "yeh...?" "It felt kind of hard" "err... yeh, I had a hard on mate, sorry" "No, I meant at the end" "Ah..right, my PA...erm, Prince Albert...it's a metal ring, a piercing" "oh wow...it sounds..er...weird. Can I see it sometime?" How tempted was I? But like I said at the start, I'm a good guy and I'd vowed to myself not to go there. Not tonight. "Ask me again in the daylight. Then I know you really mean it". "Ok Ed". This time it was me that drifted off quickly. Jake was still fidgeting around in the ample space of the hipsters as I got back to Soccer Boy...

I'm likely opening a can of worms and provoking the MAGA crowd, but I need to post this. In the wake of George Floyd being lynched by knee, I can no longer remain silent. We in the QUEER community need to support our black brothers and not just with words. Those of you who can, participate in peaceful protests, making your presence known by wearing pride attire or carrying signs reading "Queer lives 4 Black lives" Let's never forget what "Stonewall" started for us. Stand up, speak out, take a knee.

This is my first post. I am a young, healthy, muscular, blond athlete jock boy living in South Florida. White collar pro by day, but a secret need and a want to take anonymous loads all the time. For my birthday this year i decided to go to NYC. I had posted on BBRT beforehand (blondjockboi) to find a host to whore me out while I was going to be there. I had been whored out once before in LA by the famous Master Jerry the previous summer for LA Pride as his "pride cumdump" where I was blindfolded, ass up taking every load he sent to me at the Dunes Inn motel. I didn't know if I would meet Master Jerry, just that my role was to be ass up taking loads. I ended up with 38, but kind of lost count half way through. Master Jerry surprised me by showing up at the end with a young friend, and giving me my very last load. 38 was the number on my back at the end of the night. Within a few hours of posting on BBRT for NYC I got a message from a man called Dmitiri in NYC. He claimed to be the Master Jerry of NYC, so I thought great - I will definitely get a lot of loads. I was instantly attracted to Dmitiri because he was so pervy. He was only interested in getting me as many loads as possible. He had also been coordinating with another boy coming to NYC from Albany (a super cute twink EMT), and set up a hotel room for us in Midtown. The plan was that the twink EMT would take loads the night before, and I would come in the morning and replace him, taking loads all day. Sort of a marathon of cumdumps available for all these horny men on Dmitri's list. When I walked into the hotel room, it was about 8am and the smell of cum was overwhelming. The boy was laying on his stomach the bed, with cum just drizzling out of his boy pussy all over the sheets. I stripped down and hopped in bed with him, we were making out for a bit and I was fingering his cummy hole - about that time a super hot daddy walked in. I told the boy you take it, and I'll take over after. He said it was his 41st load. The boy played on top of me, and as we were making out the daddy climbed on top of him and shoved his massive hairy cock in. I could hear the cum splooge out of his hole with this massive cock penetrating this pussy. All three of us were making out, and the daddy bit my lip and came inside of him. As he pulled out, I could see a long stream of cum falling from his dick, I rolled over and gobbled it off. As the daddy cleaned up, the boy hopped in the shower, and before you knew it I was alone. I tied my blindfold on, and waited. Within 5 or 10 min the door opened and I could hear 3 or 4 voices coming in. I knew I was going to be used, and filled up with all of this hot anonymous cum. One thing I like when getting fucked is reach underneath and feel the balls of the guy who is breeding me. Every guy was different. One was shaved smooth, one was stubbly, and one was fully hairy. To my surprise the hairy balls slapping my ass turned me on so much, I came hands-free when getting fucked by guy 3. Everything after that is a blur. It was guy after guy, grunting, sweating, whispering in my ear, cumming in my ass. Tongue after tongue, finger after finger, cock after cock. I was taking so many loads, I wondered how long I had been going. I got a quick break, and checked my phone. I had been going 4 hours, and Dmitri had texted me. "You doing okay?" "I'm not going to stop sending guys". I told him to keep going. The next time I took off my blindfold the sun was going down. I had taken 61 loads in 9 hours. I was a cummy mess. Dried cum all over my face, my back, cum oozing out of my pussy. I checked my phone and told Dmitri that I was happy, and had to get ready to meet friends for my Birthday Dinner. 10 minutes later, another twink came in the room, and said he was replacing me. Dmitri had set up a 3rd boy to take loads that evening/night. The twink was super cute, and told me he played Peter Pan on Broadway. I knew I needed to cum again after being fucked all day, so i bent him over, and gave him his first load. As I was finishing the trail of guys started coming in to breed him. I kissed him on the lips as I was leaving - and told him to have fun. 🙂 Dmitri was awesome, and said the feed back from the men was great! He would happily whore me out again when I get to NYC. In the meantime, I would love to find a super pervy partner who would be interested in traveling around and whoring me out to every dick of his choosing. I'm even up for moving to you if the situation is right. 🙂

Drew hadn't been sexually active in months because of the covid lock-down. He'd been to his usual sauna back at the end of February and given and taken some good loads, but since then he'd been covid chaste. The sexual tension was growing week on week and he was dying for a screw. He was online corresponding with a BZ friend, who expressed similar exasperations in being unable to meet up. At the end of the conversation, because the restrictions had been opened up to allow meeting up with one other person, whilst maintaining a safe distance, they agreed to meet up at a common not that far from either of them. Drew arrived in a dishevelled shaggy state, not having been to a barbers for a long time. His friend Mark was neat and fully shaved, his bald head seemed to give him a very masculine and alluring manner. They wandered together into the brush, passing by some old gravestones marking an old abandoned cemetary. When they got to a more secluded spot surrounded by bushes, Mark's sexual frustration overcame him and he dropped his trousers to expose his already fully erect penis. Drew had been gagging for it for ages and so decided to gag on his cock and slurped veraciously. They both wanted this so much. They both missed this so much. Drew was so turned on by this that he started to strip completely naked, Mark joined in. They were both bollock naked. Mark took over now sucking on Drew's tumescent dick bringing it to a raging hard-on. Drew was now ready for real action and turned Mark round as he leant against a tree and with no more than a spit on his cock plunged his manhood into his eager companion. Drew had missed this so much and was so turned on by the situation that he realised it wouldn't take much for him to shoot his load deep inside Mark's arse. He was going for it hammer and tongs. Mark was crying out with appreciative grunts as his bottom was being violated for the first time in ages. Unbeknownst to them their commotion drew the attention to another man who was strolling through this part of the common. He came upon the pair of stark naked fuckers and expressed his seeming disapproval of their behaviour, citing the lock-down restrictions and the possibility of being seen by others whilst fucking. Nevertheless, the guy, who on the one hand was remonstrating, on the other was obviously beginning to sport an amazing hard-on inside his trousers. Drew continued to fuck Mark mercilessly and strangely the by-passers remonstrations merely encouraged him to continue on his mission to seed Mark's arse. He could feel the pent-up feeling of his spunk and released it in greats spasms deep inside. As he pulled out another squirt of jizz squirted from his cock. The sight of which so turned-on the passer-by that he got out his own cock and started to wank himself off. Drew then took the initiative: he bent over and took the guy's cock into his mouth. As he bent over, Mark now had full access to Drew's arsehole. Drew felt Mark rubbing his cock up and down his crack as Drew ravenously slurped on this new guy's dick. Drew had to be careful though not to bite his cock to hard when suddenly he felt Mark push his cock inside him violently. Drew was now enjoying a spit roast. As he sucked the guy off, Drew started to finger the man's anus. He responded with groaning. He could hear the guy's breathing as he was sucking, getting heavier and heavier and then the taste of warm salty liquid as he shot his load inside Drew's mouth. At the same time Mark's timing was impeccable as he shot his pent-up load deep inside Drew and felt his cum dribbling down his balls. The passer-by proceeded to pull up his trousers. “Hang on a minute” Drew stated, “We've not finished with you”. My friend's cock needs cleaning off, his cum's still dribbling out!” The guy complied and started sucking Mark's dick. As before this bending over to suck the dick gave access to this man's hole. Drew started wanking himself back to full manhood. When he was ready he started fingering his hole as he noshed on Mark's penis. Drew worked several fingers in, in order to accommodate the large dick that was about to penetrate his hole. Then when fully prepared Drew pushed hard and past his sphincter, his erect cock inside the man's bare hole. “I don't do bareback” the guy mumbled between slurps. “You do now” Drew emphatically replied as he thrust in and out of his primed hole getting in to a good rhythm. As Drew fucked harder and harder, so the guy sucked harder and harder. Mark gave out a great cry as he shot his load first into the mouth and then, as the man spat it out, over the guy's face. This so turned Drew on that he pumped his second load of the day into the now barebacked and bred visitor. But as he released his sperm inside, he was also releasing loads of hiv inside too. For unbeknownst to Drew, the symptoms that he thought were of covid a couple of months before were in fact fuck flu'. His viral load was now quite high and he'd unwittingly seeded two guys with his poz cum.

Given current events (that have regrettably been in the making for centuries) I feel I should preface this question with a couple of points to avoid misunderstanding. First, I am white. Can’t help that, born without enough melanin to keep me from crisping up like bacon after half an hour at the beach. I cannot pretend to understand the totality of the experience of being a Man of Color in this society; I can only claim to have observed it as an appalled resident of the Appalachian South, and to have the barest inkling of an understanding of being on the receiving end of bigotry, hatred, prejudice, injustice and violence - I am a gay-leaning bisexual intellectual autistic who grew up an live in a place where all of those things are rejected. I have been treated as a pariah, and physically assaulted at my former workplace because of it, and my experience still doesn’t qualify me to understand being Black. I accept that humbly. Second, I’m Autistic. Among other things, for me that means that when I see a man on the street, I don’t notice what color he is. I don’t mean I can’t see skin color - I’m not blind - but an autistic brain has to limit tha amount of outside information coming in so it can process it. As a part of this, my brain simply filters out any observation of skin color as irrelevant data, because so what? I don’t care if you’re green. You’re all Men to me, regardless of tint or shade. So, if I make a comment hereafter that seems out-of-touch, clueless, or insensitive, it will be because I don’t understand well enough to be properly savvy, and Autistics are notoriously tactless in spite of our best efforts otherwise. And now I have spent three long paragraphs just basically explaining why I, a white guy, should have the nerve to ask you black men a question - and it’s horrible that it’s come to this. On to the actual Question: I was lying on my bed reading about the protests and considering the possibility of going to Louisville to show solidarity in the demand for justice and equality. I would read accounts of individuals’ unjust, unfair, and far worse treatment simply because of their color. The whole concept of profiling drives me insane. I tried to extend these individual misfortunes to an entire population, and the magnitude of the suffering it added up to left me feeling helpless - how would my standing on a street in Louisville lift up even one individual’s life? Now, I know the answer to this. One person standing in the street may do nothing, but a million may change a society, and that million are composed of Ones who each have to decide to come forward. I get that. It becomes the rising tide that floats all boats. But I still can’t stop thinking about the problem on the individual level - the one-on-one human-to-human level where the healing has got to actually take place - and I asked myself if there was anything I could do for them. [Here’s the bit where I want to make sure I’m not misunderstood, and where I would appreciate your counsel.] It struck me that I don’t have much useful to offer. I can’t employ people, I have no influence or power or money. I felt I want to do something to remind these men that they are Men, and to know that there are those who honor and respect and value them exactly as they are. And then it occurred to me that that’s basically what I do whenever I host - I accept Men exactly as they are and use every skill I have to let them know how excellent they are, just as they are. So the idea came to me to offer some nights of hosting exclusively for Men of Color, not because I have some “BBC” fetish, but as an appreciation, and as a special service to that community. I can see such an offering being misunderstood. I feat that some could even be offended by it, though that is the farthest thing from my intention. How could I make such an offer in a way that would be understood to be genuine? How so that it would show the right kind of respect? Could such a service even be offered by a white ass like mine without conjuring up all the tawdry overtones of interracial porn? I would very much like to give myself to men who have suffered so that they can take their pleasure as all Men should, and know that in that room they are simply human. I would do my best to make them feel sooo good. It’s entirely possible that I’m crazy and this is a terrible, offensive idea, but that’s why I’m asking. I know you men will give it to me straight.

Part 7 "Sure you can see it" I told the kid, mentally willing my cock to remain semi - soft "but first, sniff this". I offered him my strongest poppers, shoving his nose into the jar and closing one nostril. "Sniff, deep, it won't hurt you but it will feel good". he did as commanded and we repeated it three or four times before I stood up in front of him, Jake still on his knees. I lifted the leg hole of my trunks slightly allowing my heavy uncut bell end to, weighed down further by the 6g PA. He literally gasped, moving closer to it in the process. "Unwrap it, Jakey", I instructed and he wrestled my trunks down over my thighs to reveal his prize. Without instruction, his tongue darted out to taste me and I was definitely beginning to lose my battle with the swelling blood vessels in my fuck weapon. "Open wide", I instructed and lowered my cock head and several inches of shaft into his soft mouth before sitting down on the sofa to enjoy the show, my hand on the back of his head. At this stage, he still had room to manoeuvre is tongue, which felt great, and to breathe. I knew he'd be getting a nice load of my potent pre which seemed to be to his liking judging by his groans. This seemed like a good time to pull him onto me a little deeper, which I did, dangling my cock head and PA down his throat and getting at least half of me into him. He gagged a couple of times, but not as much as most first timers (if that's what he was), obviously turned on and relaxed a little by the poppers. I now allowed myself to swell in him, experiencing the gorgeous sensation of a throat fighting to compress my cock and losing badly. I'm pretty thick all over but I've got a very pronounced cock head with a big narrowing off before the rest of my shaft begins, so I released the pressure on his head allowing him the impression of freedom but knowing full well that I was lodged in him, like a dog trapped in his bitch. Without a fair bit of pain, there was only really one direction my cock was going for now and I sat back on the sofa, leading Jake with me as he realised his predicament. Once comfy, I lifted my feet in the air and used my calf muscles to guide him further onto me, eventually feeling him ground out in my sweaty balls, fully impaled. He head was now ideally placed between my thighs so that when I sat up a little, I was able to use them to slowly rock him back on forward on my cock. You don't get a lot of movement like this but it suits me fine and looking down to see that dirty blond hair with my tree trunks wrapped around it was a major turn on. He was getting a little air on the out-stroke so I was able to rock him like this for five or ten minutes or so, in which time his little struggles and whimpers stopped and turned to groans. I could have kept it up all night to be honest but it felt like the right time to inject this little runt with a big hit of protein and my superior DNA, so I placed my hands back on his head and picked up the pace, watching him struggle for air as I did so. Looking down at him again I realised just how weak he was and, now, I wasn't feeling the need to protect but the need to predate. I clenched my thighs round him again then rolled us over so that the back of his head was on the sofa and I was able to truly fuck his throat, driving myself in and out of him. His hands were flailing on my arse in panic as I enjoyed him, my PA dragging up and down, outlined in him and clear to see for anyone who wanted to look. It was intense and, luckily for Jake, couldn't last long. In under a minute I felt my nut build and then a little pain as I struggled to flex my seed down my cock, which was heavily constrained in this fuck sleeve, and out into his empty stomach. I was growling loudly as Jake grew still under me, his soft little nose pressed into my bio haz tat, no air getting through to him at all. In seconds, my conscience returned a little and I dragged my cock out of him, his throat snagging on it's almost fully hard girth. He fell back, breathing but dazed as I sat down heavily next to him, sated for the moment.

Gonna be in atl this weekend and want to slut my hot twink boy out. He loves bbc pounding him without mercy and breeding him deep. He will be spun up and ready to get grouped , singled , doubled , whatever !!! Just be hung.

For the past month Chad (my coworker) has been fucking me nonstop and also arranging other guys to use me. 2 nights ago he t old me that 22 guys had bred me, not counting the truckers that had used me, and that he had arranged a party where i was going to be everyone's cumdump. It was at the black trio's place. When we got there he handed me a joint before we got out of the car and told me to smok we it while i stripped naked in the long country driveway. I was feeling pretty good by the time i was standing naked next to the truck when a couple guys came out of the house, their big cocks swinging freely as they walked. That was the last thing i saw that night as one of them handed me a blindfold. They led me to the front porch where one of them bent me over to finger my lubed ass and then slid into me. I'm a moaner when i get fucked and soon i was making a lot of sound as he pistoned into my ass. I heard a car arrive and then more. Guys made their way to the porch where they talked about the whore taking all their cocks. They all bred my ass and it wasn't long before cum was running over my shaved balls and down my legs. I heard the popping of cans and knew they were drinking beer. i was given bottle after bottle of beer to drink as i was getting fucked until my bladder was full and i started pissing as hard cocks were breeding me. I lost count of how many guys used me but i heard more cars coming and going. I was high and i was drunk. Finally i felt a hand at my ass and he slowly inserted until he was in me up to his wrist. I didn't care at that point. I was still so horny. Finally Chad took me home after hosing me down in their front yard. I woke up in a puddle of cum and very cum soaked sheets.

Looking to chat to toxic pigs to corrupt my neg body

Not wrong from where I’m sitting - the need for loads in our asses is real!

Seeing as a fair amount of this sites members can’t even separate black men from their dicks I personally am not holding my breath.

Took 3 loads at the Anmoore Adult bookstore yesterday afternoon...2 of the 3 fucked me in the hallways between the booths...on guy wore a mask on his face while he dumped the seed from his uncut cock into my sloppy hole! Was so good to get some cock and cum! Great Day!

Part 4 The next morning, Jake was keen to get back to his place and check in with his parents' doctors. I gave him breakfast, still just dressed in my briefs and enjoyed him snatching glances of my bulge. I could see him trying to make out the outline of my PA, the object of his attention. He changed back into his clothes and left, seemingly ok health-wise, though obviously worried. I couldn't help shoving the discarded boxer briefs to my nose as I picked them up off the floor and blood engorged my cock as I drank in his innocent smell. I knew I'd be hitting Grindr later but decided to hit the weights hard first. By midday, I was pumped and the sweat was running off me but Grindr was quiet as hell. Early days of this lockdown and my usual prey, the young twinks were obviously trying to behave. I hadn't logged into BBRTS in a while as it hadn't been necessary but I gave it a try. ignoring any messages from offline profiles I quickly zoned in on three local guys, all neg and all local. "RunnerBtm" turned out to be a fairly hot 40 something guy, working out of London (away from home) and basically isolated in a local hotel when he wasn't at work. we quickly established that he needed cock and liked it rough and raunchy. He was married with kids which made him hotter, in my book. My profile says "ask me", he didn't, but I did tell him I don't pull out. As instructed he was naked in his dark hotel room when I arrived. I had him strip me and then tongue my pits as he stood there. His head was at the perfect height and he knew better than to play with his "pathetic little cock" (actually the best part of 6'', but who's asking?). After he'd done a good job I pushed him to the floor on his back and squatted over his face, His facial hair tickled my swollen nuts as I teabagged him and he licked me clean and pretty soon I was rubbing my musky trench over his whole face. I was really getting into him tonging my manhole and he was doing a great job. Occasional smotherings kept him keen for air but what I really wanted was to plant a baby in his middle aged tummy, so after a while I chucked him face down on the bed and climbed aboard. I was rock solid and found his douched and pouty hole without the aid of my hands and I was quickly balls deep. His guts were velvety warm. caressing their invader and he only struggled as I pressed home into his inner sphincter, which gripped my PA on each outward stroke. "mmmm fag....you want my babies don't you?" "yes sir" he groaned in response "gonna plant them in you...a real fucking man. you fuck your wife with your maggot cock?" "yessir, but it's so small" "from now on, it will be my DNA that you fuck into her" "mmmm...yes sir" "so close...gonna poz you so deep" "what?" "poz you up dumb fuck" "no!!...pull...out..." Mmmm. The inevitable struggle. Sure fire way to milk my dick and sure enough I felt myself blasting inside his inner hole as he struggled weakly beneath me. I growled in his ear, staying in him to massage my essence into his being as he struggled, whimpered, gave in and then climaxed himself beneath me...but i was still thinking of Jake

Glad people are liking this so far! If anyone has any thoughts on what they'd like to happen, please feel free to share! Don't know where this is gonna go and would appreciate any suggestions. Chapter 2 "Are you serious?" I asked. "In here?" "Yea," Marco said. "Why not?" I was about to say something when Marco put the bottle of poppers under my nose and covered my nostril. "Breathe in pig." I obeyed and took in a big hit. Poppers were my biggest weakness, and I couldn't help but get lost in the slutty sensation that always washed over me with a poppers rush. "Yea, just like that." Marco said as he switched to my other nostril. "Give into your hunger for poz cock." I breathed in another big hit of poppers. As I exhaled, I thought about how all I wanted to give in to my hunger for poz cock. "Strip bitch," Marco said. In a frenzy I took off all my clothes, throwing them around without any regard. Determined to fully enjoy the moment, I got on my knees and swallowed Marco’s dick. It was huge! Easily 9 inches it was a poz cock worth worshipping, and worship it I did. I started nursing on the cock head, circling my tongue around the tip. After bobbing up and down for a bit I swallowed as much as I could, nearly getting all the way to the root. I stayed there, relishing the feeling of having my mouth stuffed with a stranger's poz cock. "That's it faggot!" Marco said grabbing my head, pulling my head deeper onto his cock. "Choke on it. Choke on my cock." I kept the cock in my mouth as long as I could, but before long I had to pull off. I was gasping for air as Marco grabbed me by the chin and forced me to look up at him. “Are you a cock hungry faggot?” Marco said before spitting on my face. I was taken aback by how much venom Marco had in his voice. He felt so powerful, and all I wanted to do was obey him. “Yes Sir!” I said. “I’m a cock hungry faggot and cumdump.” “Yea?” Marco asked. “Get on the blanket. Hands and knees, facing the mirror wall. I wanna see that fag hole.” Once in the commanded position, I had a momentary moment of panic. The mirror wall Marco was referring to was exactly what it sounded like: it was a wall lined with mirrors. Staring back from the glorified mirror was my reflection, naked in a church classroom, on my hand and knees. Taped to the mirror wall were the same bible verse posters and kid drawings I had noticed when I first walked in. I couldn’t do this. I mean this was blasphemous right? Who the hell gets fucked in a Sunday School classroom? I may be a whore who lets strangers in bathhouses breed them, but this was too low. This was depraved and sick. I wasn’t the kind of faggot cumdump who’d do something so perverted. I was about to tell Marco this when he got behind me and stuck his fingers up my hole, causing me to moan. “Fuck yea faggot!” Marco said as he fingered me. “This is too perfect. Already got a cummy hole for me. How many loads you got in there? “Ten Sir,” I said through gritted teeth. The part of me that still wanted to be a good Christian felt ashamed by that. The other, larger part of me, however, felt incredibly proud. Marco’s fingers felt fantastic fucking me. I almost got lost in the sensation of his finger fucking when I saw a “Jesus Loves Me” poster and remembered I needed to stop this. Finding new resolve to do so, I took in a breath and exhaled to center myself. I was about to tell Marco to stop when he took his cummy fingers out of my ass and shoved them into my mouth. “You taste that faggoy?” Marco asked. He grabbed my head with his other hand and directed it towards the mirror. “That’s the taste of cum from 10 different guys.” I shivered when we made eye contact. Marco’s looked so powerful, so in control. I loved being dominated by aggressive guys, and Marco was definitely putting me in my place. “Any of the loads in your ass poz boy?” Marco asked into my ear as he started gently teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. “I don’t know Sir,” I said. “They were all anon.” “You poz or neg boy?” Marco asked, still teasing the tip of his cock on my hole. “Neg Sir,” I said. “Are you on PrEP boy?” “No Sir.” Marco pushed harder against my hole, slipping his head in. Caught off guard I yelped. It wasn’t painful though. Feeling Marco’s big cock in my ass felt so good, so right. I needed more! “That’s a good faggot cumdump,” Marco said. “Repeat after me. Taking PrEP is the greatest blasphemy.” What? No, taking PrEP wasn’t the greatest blasphemy, this was! I had come to church wanting to be a good Christian, and I was completely failing. I mean I was letting a poz stranger fuck me raw in a Sunday School classroom! As I stared into Marco’s reflection, the thought went through my mind again, only this time it felt different. I had come to church wanting to be a good Christian, and instead I was letting a poz stranger fuck me raw in a Sunday School classroom. That was incredibly sick and twisted, and I loved it. I loved that instead of listening through a sermon I left, snuck into the church basement, and was letting a poz stranger use me like a whore. And in a Sunday School classroom! Suddenly, it was like everything was clear. This is was being a faggot cumdump on a whole other level, and I wanted to go even lower. With that revelation I said what at the moment was the only truth that mattered. “Taking PrEP is the greatest blasphemy.” As though on autopilot, I found myself pushing my ass onto Marco’s poz cock. A devilish grin spread across Marco’s face, and I knew at that moment I’d do any act of perversion he wanted. “Fuck yea faggot. Keep fucking yourself onto my toxic poz cock. Worship that poz cock with your hole like a good slut.” Determined to be a good faggot for Marco, I did as I was told. I kept pushing back onto his poz cock to the rhythm of his fuck, and for a while the only sound in the room were our grunts. Then he asked the questions that would forever change my world. “Are you a Christian boy?” Marco asked. I was confused at first. Why was he asking this now? Wanting to be a good faggot though, I answered. “Yes Sir,” I said. And suddenly, my ass was empty. I was stunned. What happened. Why had Marco stopped? Other than taking his cock out of me, Marco had me in the same position and hold. I made eye contact with him in the mirror again, and when I did I knew something serious was about to happen. “You know at first I was gonna come down here and worship by myself, but then you walked into the balcony. I knew just by looking at you you were a pig for poz cock. Was I wrong boy?” I took in Marco’s reflection, and for some reason I couldn’t explain, doing so made me feel strong. Better yet, I felt like I was being seen. “You were right Sir,” I said. “I’m a pig for poz cock.” I was going to stop there when I thought of something else I wanted to say. “I’m...I’m a bugchaser Sir.” I couldn’t believe it. I actually spoke my biggest truth out loud. I’m a bugchaser. I had never told anyone that before, at least not in person. A feeling of intense fulfillment washed over me, which only grew when I noticed Marco was looking at me with pride. “I’m gonna give you a choice boy. You can stay a Christian, and we’ll stop. Or, I can shove my toxic poz cock back up your unprotected neg hole, breed you, and baptise you into a poz cock worshipper. I’m not here today as a Christian. I worship poz cock, and I’m here to commit acts of perversion to honor it. Pozzing neg hole in a Sunday School room is way better than just jacking off in one. So what’s it gonna be boy? Are you staying a Christian, or are you gonna worship poz cock with me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was this really happening? How had choosing to go to church for the first time in years led to me choosing whether to be Christian or a poz cock worshipper? Nothing about this situation made sense, but I knew how I answered would determine how I lived for the rest of my life. With that in mind, there was only one thing to choose. “Poz cock,” I said, beaming with pride at my decision. “Let’s worship poz cock. Poz me! Poz me in this Sunday School classroom!” And with that, Marco slammed his toxic pox cock back into my unprotected neg hole. He fucked with fury as we celebrated the gift of poz cock. I had never felt so happy than I did in that moment accepting poz cock as my whole world. Suddenly Marco paused. “What’s your name boy?” Marco asked. “Jacob Sir,” I said. “I’m a faggot, bugchasing cumdump and my name is Jacob.” “Well Jacob,” Marco said while pulling all the way out until just the tip of his poz cock was in. “Do you, a faggot, bugchasing cumpdump, accept poz cock and cum as your salvation?” “Yes Sir, I accept poz cock and cum as my salvation.” Marco slammed all the way in, and pulled back out to the tip. ““Do you, Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, accept that PrEP is the greatest blasphemy and pledge that you will never let it into your body?” “Yes Sir, I accept that PrEP is the greatest blasphemy and pledge that I will never let it into my body.” Again, Marco slammed all the way in, and pulled back out to the tip. This time his hold around my neck tightened. “Do you, Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit your life to taking as much poz cock and cum into your body?” “Yes,” I said, struggling a bit through Marco’s choke hold. “I Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit my life to taking as much poz cock and cum into my body.” Marco slammed violently back in. He pulled back out to the tip, digging the nails of his fingers so hard into my skin I thought he’d draw blood. “And finally, do you, Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit to worshipping poz cock through acts of perversion, filth, obsession, and leading neg whores to the poz brotherhood?” “Yes, I Jacob, a faggot, bugchasing cumdump, commit to worshipping poz cock through acts of perversion, filth, obsession, and leading neg whores to the poz brotherhood.” And with that Marco started fucking me like a mad man. Never had I had such an intense fuck. I attempted to match his thrust, but he was so wild all I could do was go limp and enjoy being fucked into submission. After what felt like forever but was probably only 10 minutes, Marco finally spoke again. “Here it comes boy.” As Marco kept pounding I waited with anticipation. This was it. I was finally going to get his toxic poz load. A load that would mark me as a poz cock worshipper, and would hopefully lead to my conversion into a poz faggot cumdump. “Yes Sir! Poz me!” I screamed so loud I wondered if the congregation upstairs heard me. “I worship poz cock,” I murmured to myself as I enjoyed the depravity and perversion of the situation. “I worship poz cock. I worship poz cock.” “Praise poz cock!” Marco screamed as he switched from rapid, shallow pumps to slower, deep pumps. “I baptise this faggot bugchasing cumdump Jacob in toxic poz cum and grant it salvation, perversion, filth, and obsesion.” I could feel Marco’s thick and toxic poz cock pulse against my hole, as well as the heat from Marco’s toxic poz cum filling me up. “Praise poz cock,” I said. I couldn’t believe it. I had just converted into a poz cock worshipper. In a way, it felt like an affirmation for who I already was. By not going on PrEP and frequently going to bathhouses, I was already bugchasing. I always felt the most authentic in bathhouses, in large part because I got to worship cock. Bathhouses were now officially my church, and I planned to worship poz cock there often as possible. As the pulses from his cock slowed down, so did Marco’s pumping. Soon he stopped completely, and after a moment’s rest he pulled out. When Marco let go of me I collapsed onto the blanket. I was completely spent, and wanted nothing more than to lay there. But Marco had one or task for me. Coming around and stepping in front of me, he aimed his cock at my face. “Thirsty faggot?” Before I could answer Marco started pissing on me. I was shocked at first. But then, the desire for perversion, filth, and obsession came over me. Pushing myself up and getting into a more comfortable position, I opened my mouth and maneuvered so Marco was pissing it. Eagerly I drank as much as I could. Some overflowed onto my body, so I rubbed what didn’t make it into my mouth into my skin as though it were lotion. Before my baptism in toxic poz cum, the idea of being showered in piss in a Sunday School classroom while a church service went on upstairs would’ve been abhorrent. Now, I reveled in it as a poz cock worshipper. “Praise poz cock,” Marco said. “Praise poz cock,” I said. Marco put out his hand and pulled me up when I took it. Once I was standing he pulled me into a deep kiss, causing me to melt into his arms. Pulling away, he looked at me with unexpected affection. “Wanna commit acts of perversion to worship poz cock?” Marco asked. “Fuck yea,” I said. “Good. Now let’s get out of here before one of the Christians upstairs discovers two poz cock worshippers desecrating a Sunday School classroom.” We both burst out laughing. After one more kiss on the lips Marco started gathering his clothes. I started to do the same when a wicked thought crossed my mind. A wicked, perverted, filthy thought. I started jacking off my cock as I walked toward the mirror wall, stopping in front of the poster that said “Jesus Loves Me.” At hip level, it was the perfect height for my plan. “Hey what are you doing?” Marco asked. “We need to go.” In my periphery vision I could see in the reflection he had moved behind me. I looked back at him and flashed the most wicked smile I could muster as he looked at me with confusion. “Praise poz cock,” I said with conviction. Looking back at the “Jesus Loves Me” poster, I continued to jack off while saying “praise poz cock” over and over. I thought about how in trying to be a better Christian I ended up letting myself be corrupted into a poz cock worshipper. I thought about how if my church-going family knew what I was doing they’d be appalled and disgusted. I thought about how church-going teenage Jacob would’ve been shocked and horrified by how low I’ve gone. I thought about how mid-twenties Jacob would be thrilled by how I’ve descended into the faggot bugchasing cumdump he was too scared to be. Finally, I thought about the only thing that mattered: Poz cock and cum. When I was almost ready to cum, I moved closer to the poster. “Praise poz cock, praise poz cock,” Marco muttered along with me, now standing right behind me. Briefly I glanced away from the poster and at Marco’s reflection in the mirror. Based on his smirk I could tell he knew what I was going to do. “Praise poz cock,” I screamed before blasting a massive load of cum onto the “Jesus Loves Me” poster. After taking a moment to appreciate my work, I licked up what was hopefully my last neg load off the poster. I made sure not to swallow anything, and once I lapped up everything I turned around and pulled Marco into a kiss to feed him my blasphemous load. We snowballed for a bit, until finally all the cum had been swallowed.. “Okay,” Marco said, pulling away. “This time we actually have to go.” “Okay fine,” I said. “Can we keep worshipping poz cock?” Marco laughed and smacked my ass. “Baby,” Marco said. “We’ll be worshipping poz cock for the rest of our lives.”

I discovered the Bull in Berlin about five or six years ago when one of my friends recommended it to me. I was spending the weekend in Berlin - one of my very favourite places to unwind. I had spent a very enjoyable and relaxing Saturday roaming through the streets of the city and was meeting some friends for dinner in the evening. I had been working hard for weeks and had not had much time for anything else and I was looking forward to cruising in the Tiergarten later on but around 11pm it started raining heavily. I was disappointed - I really wanted to find a fit arse to fuck and I was also very much in the mood to drop my pants and bend over to take a few loads myself. I was just debating what to do when I remembered that one of my friends had recommended the Bull and I decided to try it out. I arrived there shortly after midnight and found a front bar which opened out at the back into a large darkroom with a toilet leading off it. It was quite quiet when I got there at first and I had a couple of drinks and then ventured into the darkroom and watched two guys fucking bareback for a while before returning to the bar for another drink. The place was filling up now and soon it was quite busy. I was ready for some action now and made my way back to the darkroom. It was packed now and guys were sucking and fucking all around. There was a real mix of guys, some young, some older, some really fit looking young lads, some guys who looked a bit gaunt and one or two who looked positively ravaged. I noticed straight away that almost no one was using condoms and I knew I was going to enjoy myself. I watched a young blond twink being fucked and loaded by a much older guy and soon I was being sucked off by a tall, slim, dark haired guy. He sucked me for a while and then offered me his arse. I slid up him easily and fucked him for a while but I didn't want to cum yet so after a while I pulled out and let the guy standing next to me take over. I enjoyed cruising in the dark room for a bit longer, sucking a couple of cocks and slipping mine up a young lad I had noticed at the bar earlier on. I cruised around for a while longer and then went back to the bar for another drink. A really nice looking, slightly chubby guy made room for me and we smiled at each other. He was really attractive and I had noticed him in the darkroom earlier. He had been standing at the side watching the action but had not joined in. I made my way back to the darkroom and soon I was fucking a guy who was lying in one of the slings. I looked round and noticed the chubby guy standing watching the action again. I pulled out the guy in the sling and as I did another guy pushed his cock up him. I had noticed this guy earlier on - he had short blond hair and very piercing eyes. He was wearing a striped T shirt and on his upper left arm I could see a biohazard tattoo. He also had a big thick cock and as I watched him fucking the lad in the sling my cock was harder than it had been in a long time. I went for another drink and when I came back the chubby guy was bent over the bench at the side of the darkroom being fucked - I watched for a while and when the guy pulled out him I took his place. The chubby guy didn't look round as I pulled his cheeks apart, lined up my cock and pushed it up his arse. I was really horny now and I enjoyed every minute of fucking this fit lad's arse. I knew I wouldn't last long and so I started off slowly and then I took hold of his hips and began to fuck him faster. After about ten or twelve more thrusts I shot what felt like a massive load of cum into his arse. I left the darkroom and went for another drink. Even though I had just cum heavily, I was still very horny and I knew I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. I thought about the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo and my dick started to get hard again. I went into the toilet, lubed my arse and then went back into the darkroom and soon I was sucking off a fit looking dark haired guy. I sucked him for a while and then stood up. We kissed and his hand went down the back of my pants and found my hole. I sucked him for a bit longer and then I pulled my pants down and offered my arse. He slid up me easily and soon I was being fucked hard in the middle of the darkroom. It was very horny - the lad I had fucked earlier was bent over next to me taking another raw cock up his fit arse and all around I could see bare cocks sliding up unprotected arses. The dark haired guy was fucking me harder now and then he pushed his cock right up me and held it there and I knew I was being filled with cum. When he pulled out I looked around and saw the guy with the piercing eyes standing to the side looking at me. I knew he could give me what I wanted and slowly I turned round and pushed my arse in his direction. Nothing happened for a moment and then I felt him behind me . I pulled my cheeks apart and then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my hole. I pushed back and felt his big cock slide slowly but surely right up my arse. He began to fuck me, slowly at first and then he began to fuck me harder. He took hold of my hips and began to fuck me even harder and then he pulled me up and said something in my ear. I understand German perfectly well and I knew he was asking me if I wanted him to poz me. I nodded and he pushed me back down and began to fuck me harder than I had been fucked in a long long time - it was one of the best fucks of my life. I could tell he was getting close and I knew that I knew that within seconds I was going to take a load of toxic cum into my arse. I took hold of my cock and began to wank as he pulled me close and pushed his cock right up me. As I felt his cum pumping into me I shot another big load of cum out in front of me. It was about a year later I was back in the Bull looking forward to some more horny fun. I was having a drink at the bar when I noticed the doorman talking to a fit young lad who had just come into the bar. He was trying to explain something and the lad didn't seem to understand. I went over to help and explained to the lad that he was being asked to check in his bag behind the bar and would have to pay a euro. The lad grinned at me, thanked me for helping him out and offered to buy me a drink. "I'm Sam," he said. I told him my name and we shook hands. It turned out that Sam was from the same part of Scotland as me, was 19 years old and was a student in his second year at university. He was a very fit looking young lad, slim with dark, floppy hair, an engaging smile and an incredibly fit arse. I asked him what had brought him to the Bull and he told me that he had recently split up with his boyfriend and one of his friends had told him the Bull was a good place to have some fun. I finished my drink and said I was going to explore the darkroom. Sam grinned and said he would need to have a few more drinks before he ventured in there and I left him to it. I had some fun in the darkroom and when I came back to the bar Sam was finishing one drink and starting another. He grinned at me and I smiled back. A little later I noticed him standing at the side of the darkroom watching the action. He seemed to be frowning and after a while he left the darkroom. When I went back into the bar he came over to me. "Do they not have any condoms here?" he asked. I shook my head. "I guess you have to bring your own." "Oh, right," he said. "Do you like to play safe, then?" I asked. Sam nodded, looking very serious, "Always." he said When I came back to the bar a little later, Sam was flirting heavily with a very good looking blond guy. He had clearly had a few more drinks and as I watched them I realised that I had met the blond guy before. I didn't really know him, but I had met him a couple of times in company with my friend Rudi. I remembered that his name was Timo and I remembered being told that, like Rudi, Timo was HIV positive and not on any meds. I could see that Sam was all over him and after a while, Timo took him by the hand and led him towards the darkroom. A few minutes later I was in the darkroom watching from a discrete distance as they kissed and before too much longer Sam was down on his knees sucking Timo's cock. He sucked him for a while and then Timo pulled him up and they kissed again. Timo said something and Sam nodded and then pulled his trousers and his white Calvin Klein pants down and bent over. Timo pulled out a small pack of lube and began to finger some into Sams arse. He then put some on the end of his cock and began to push it against Sam's hole. Sam didn't resist and soon Timo was pushing his big bare cock right up Sam's arse. He gave Sam a moment to get used to it and then began to fuck him. I got my cock out and began to play with it as I watched them fuck. Sam was being fucked quite hard now and seemed to be enjoying every minute of it. I could see that Timo was getting close and as I watched he pushed his cock right up Sam's arse, held it there, and bred him. A little later, Sam was back at the bar sinking another drink. He grinned at me and I smiled back, wondering if he had any idea that he now had a toxic load deep in his bottom. I had another drink and got chatting to a guy I knew slightly while Sam downed another couple of drinks, one after the other. He then got up and steadied himself against the bar before making his way rather unsteadily towards the darkroom. I entered the darkroom just behind him and watched as he walked over to the other side of the room, stood for a moment, and then pulled his trousers and pants right down and bent over the bench, arse in the air. Seconds later he was being fucked bareback by an older guy who fucked him until he shot his load up him and when he pulled out another guy took over and then another. Sam was now sucking on any cock that was presented to him as he let guys breed his arse without even looking round. I was just about to take my turn when I noticed the guy with the piercing eyes and the biohazard tattoo who had bred me the year before step up and push his cock up Sam's arse. He shot his load quite quickly and when he pulled out I took his place. My cock slid up Sam's cummy hole easily and I began to fuck him. I knew I wouldn't last very long and after about ten or twelve thrusts I began to shoot my load into his cum filled arse. As I finished cumming he turned round and grinned drunkenly at me as a thin, gaunt, older guy with a scorpion tattoo took his turn. I watched two more guys fuck him before he pulled up his pants and stumbled out of the darkroom. I joined him at the bar and he grinned and leaned in close to me "I've been a bit naughty," he said with a grin, "I'll need to be more careful from now on." A short time later I was walking through the deserted streets on my way back to my hotel, enjoying the warm summer air. I thought about Sam and wondered just how many guys had bred him that night and how many of them had deposited a toxic load in him. I wondered if he would go back to playing safe and reflected that it probably wouldn't make much difference either way now. I was fairly sure that Sam was going to leave Berlin with something he didn't have when he arrived.

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

I had been invited to a wedding between two staff members who I worked with, It was me who got them together, and they always thanked me for it. Anyway, the wedding was being held in a very nice hotel In the City of Durham and I decided to book a room for the night and make a proper day of it. A couple of weeks before the wedding,my neighbours daughter,Katie,told me she was going as well. Katie also worked for the same company but I very rarely saw her as she was in a different department, however she was good friends with the couple and would be there. She wouldnt be staying the night but I offered her a lift with me which would save her the taxi fare. Katie was 23 and a very pretty girl, short blonde hair,and a lovely figure.I confess that I`d had thoughts about her that someone twice her age shouldnt be having, however I wasnt having any thoughts about her when we arrived at the hotel. She talked nonstop on the journey about how excited she was for the couple and how much she was going to enjoy herself. The wedding itself went of very well,everyone was having a great time and there was a really good atmosphere about the place. I saw Katie a couple of times and she was having a good time with her friends,they were certainly giving the Champagne a good testing. I decided to escape the party for an hour as it was mainly people in their 20s and it was getting a little bit rowdy so I went up to my room and went in the bath. When I returned I went to the bar to get a drink and one of Katies friends came straight over to inform me that Katie was so drunk that she couldnt stand up. After much discussion we decided that the best thing was to take her up to my room and let her sleep it off. Her friend Jo, came up with us to help. We put Katie on the bed and Jo left to rejoin the party. I went into the bathroom to get a towel to put on the floor incase Katie was sick and when I came out she`d got out of bed and was taking her dress off. She had her back to me and probably didnt know I was there,god she looked fabulous in her underwear, a white bra and matching thong showing of her fantastic arse. She unclipped her bar and let it fall to the ground before falling onto the bed. I started to get those thoughts back, she was semi naked on my bed, was there a chance of something happening here. I quickly got the ideas out of my head and put the quilt on her and left the room. I returned downstairs to the party but most of the people had gone out into Durham and it was only the bride and grooms family that were left. I had a drink with them but couldnt get Katie out of my mind so made a joke of "having to check on my patient". When i went in the room Katie was in the bathroom, she came out still with just her thong on, I couldnt help but stare at how beautiful a body she had. Her breasts were perfection,I wanted to fuck her there and then. I wanted to rip her thong off and throw her on the bed and fuck her so badly. She came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek " thanks for helping me"..I told her to get some clothes on. What was I saying??? heres me wanting to ride her into next week and Iam telling her to get dressed. She laughed and looked at me and everything changed " I think you want to take you clothes off dont you" she was looking at my cock trying to burst out of my trousers. "no one will ever find out" she said as she cupped my balls in her hand and started to unzip me. " Katie please stop" i tried to back away " this is just wrong" but she now had my cock in her hand. Again, I tried to back away from her but she was now getting on her knees in front of me and I couldnt help myself. She sucked me for a short time before I stopped her. " we really shouldnt be doing this" I protested but I already knew I was about to fuck her. AS we got on the bed I pulled her thong down.I wanted to lick her but she just wanted to be fucked. She took my cock and guided me into her cunt Bareback "dont come inside me" I assured her I wouldnt and I started to thrust slowly. She was so wet that I kept slipping out of her. I honestly couldnt believe what was happening I was 54 and she was 23 and my next door neighbour and I was fucking her. Katie looked so sexy as she was bucking back at me and she told me she was close to coming. I told her I was close as well and told me" fuck it just do it in me but dont fucking stop" I went into overdrive really thrusting into her, she was sweating and was really flushed and I could feel my balls tighten and they were getting ready to deliver my seed into Katie. She now had a tight hold of me and kept telling me not to stop as she was on the verge of her orgasm. I couldnt hold back any longer and Gave a final thrust as my seed shot up my cock and into Katies welcoming cunt. That sent her over the edge and she came, boy did she come. I kept thrusting into her delivering as much spunk as I could while Katie held on to me shaking her orgasm was so strong. I went limp inside of her and withdrew my cock. Some of my seed ran down her cunt and I rubbed it on her clit. She stopped my saying her clit was too sensitive from our fucking. WE lay together for a while then Katie went into the shower. I asked her if she wanted to stay the night but she didnt think it was a good idea. And then she was gone. She went back to the party for a short while then got a taxi home. Ive seen her a couple of times since the wedding but we ve never mentioned what happened.

Dave was stressed. He worked an upper level executive job and was overworked right now. There was a big merger happening and it was Dave's job to make sure everything went smoothly. He also was making sure no one lost their job. He was working 12-16 hours on a good day. He pretty much was sleeping at the office. Dave needed a break but was unable to get one. When it was finially finished he was told that the next project for him was going to start in a few days. No rest or vacation for him. He did take time for a regular check up with his doctor. The doc wanted to put Dave on medication but Dave refused. He knew it was his schedule and bad eating habits brought on by work that was the cause of his stress and high blood pressure. So instead Dave took more rest time. He would hit the gym on site for at least an hour a day, eat better and see a massage therapist at least once a week. He wanted someone who was trustworthy. Two friends that he had intrudiced to each other, Jack and Seth, who became really close in the past few weeks, told Dave about a guy they both used. They swore by him. He relieved their stress and open their eyes to a new way of thinking about life. He is so exclusive that you need to know a client before you gave an appointment. "He is the best ever." Seth claimed. Jack agreed, "He showed us how to be better and to embrace a new life, you need that." They gave him a business card. It said his name was "Z" and bosted that, "a PoZitive experience awaits for you." Dave thought it was nothing more then a play on words because of his name. He would soon find out the truth because he called and made an appointment. He asked for the full service, like his friends recomended. Dave went to the address on the day of the appointment. It was at an office complex not far from where he lived. Dave hit the intercom buzzer and was told everything was open for him. When he entered the office it was in almost total darkness. The only light came from many lit candles that were giving off a strong, but wonderful and relaxing, scent. Following the trail of candles he soon met Z. Since the room where the massage would happen had more then just candles lighting it Dave could see that Z was a great looking man in his early 20s. Z had brown hair that was longish and dark brown eyes like seemed to shine. He was in tremedious shape. He was shirtless and wore only shorts. "Not at all what I was expecting." Dave thought. Z shook his hand and said hello and welcome. When that happened Dave felt like a bolt of lighting jolted him and a fog started to hit him. "Get undressed and lie on the bed, om your belly." Z told him. Dave did as was told. The bed was big enough for four people to lie on it. Z then lit more of the same candles at the ends of the bed. Smal fans blew the smoke and that intoxicaiting scent into his nostrals. Dave felt himselh losing inhibiations. Then the massage started. Z rubbed Dave's back, neck and legs perfectly. Dave never felt such pleasure in his life. The oil used must have had the same thing that made the candles scent make him so relaxed. He could feel his dick getting hard. How was this happening. Dave is, was, straight. He never thought about doing anything sexualy with men. This was changing. Z soon did something really unexpected. He inserted a finger into Dave's ass. He was so relaxed that he put up no resistance. It was a tight fit though. Z rubbed the tip of his finger around and Dave thought he made some cuts. "Roll onto your back." Z said after removing his finger. Dave did as commanded. Z removed his shorts revealing the biggest dick he had ever seen. It was massive. "Are you ready for the PoZitive part of this?" Dave was confused but shook his head yes. Z thengrabbed Dave's ankles and lifted him them high in the air exposing his ass. Z then came in closer and started rubbing the head of his massive cock against Dave's virgin asshole. "Here is what you need." He looked up and in what sounded like a prayer said, "Thank you my MASTER for this." Then he pushed his dick into Dave so fast and hard that Dave screamed in pain. Z managed to get all of it inside of him. As Z pushed and pushed his dick into Dave he could feel his ass stretching and opening up to accept this invasion. Dave never felt anything like it. It was the best thing he ever experienced. Z was a master of fucking. He sped up and slowed down at the right times to make sure Dave was experiencing the best possible fuck. "Oh god, please keep fucking me." Dave whimpered. Z just smiled. Soon Z started breathing hard. "Here it comes, my Poz cum. My toxic demon jizz." He shot a load right into Dave's ass. Dave came at th same time. He thought it was going to end. "Just relax, I am no where near finished." Z kept fucking him. Dave's eyes rolled into the back of his head and passed out from the pleasure and the experience. He woke up to find that Z was still fucking him. "Once I start, I do not stop until I am done. And I was no where near done. You are getting my high viral loads. You are getting my gift." Dave knew that ment HIV but did not care. If he were to die right then and there it would be worth it. "Yes,fuck my ass. Give me HIV. Give me your blessed poison.: With those words Z shot another load into him. It looked like that was the last one because Z stopped. He allowed hisself to get softer while still inside Dave until he pulled out. Dave was exausted but Z procedded to lick Daves ass until he had plenty of cum in it. He then kissed Dave so he could taste what was now infrcting him. "Tasty?" Dave only nodded yes. They stayed in the bed for a litte while longer. Dave learned that there was a spell in the candles and oils that make one open to getting fucked by guys. "My MASTER taught me how to do it." "I am glad he did." Dave replied. "So what now?" "Now you go get checked and when you turn up poz we will celebrate." Dave knew that was going to happen real soon.

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

If you take Carnival on both cruises I have taken with them they had a LGBT Mixer, its a good way to get an idea of who is on the boat. I also recommend jumping on the apps as soon as you board. You have cell service from the port city so it makes it easy to message folks; and then you can add them to your message list with the name and room number. Just be aware that before you depart you may find some cross messaging from other ships. I met folks on both Carnival cruise and slipped away from Family for some fun.

Lincoln once said "Public sentiment is everything, with it you can achieve anything and without it nothing." Protesting is great and it has raised awareness of the ongoing injustice and demonstrated enormous sentiment for change; but it will only be forgotten about if it doesn't. Now that energy needs to be fuelled into political action. I marched against Brexit over here - but it goes unnoticed. The instagram squares thing... it feels like a token gesture that makes the posters feel good but doesn't have any constructive result. I would much rather donate to a singular cause that works to solve; in some small way, the issue of injustice. To succeed it needs to be very specific. And of course; it's easy to say someone else needs to come up with an idea; so how about this as a starting point to discuss on here: Legislation to increase the number of black officers recruited by police forces so that demographics of the police force are representative of the demographics of the city/state. And to have police paired across racial lines? Is this reverse racism? Is equality of opportunity more important than equality of outcome? In many situations I'm inclined to agree. But in law enforcement, where a society need to see police as a force for good - to protect each other (in the UK we call it policing by consent), it makes sense that those in a position of authority should reflect the communities they serve. Any takers?

I pulled on a pair of briefs and shoved Soccer Boy out of my door, patting his arse on his way out "top you up sometime, maybe". "Eh?" he mumbled in confusion as he slipped away. I'd barely got myself sat down when there was an urgent tapping at the door. It was Jake, stood there in his baggy jeans and t shirt looking panicky and worried. "What's up matey, you want to come in?". He rushed inside, taking in my almost naked state but still on the edge of some sort of attack. It was some minutes before I had him calm enough to find out that he was stressing about his lack of meds and that his parents were now too ill to speak to him on the phone. Horniness forgotten, my big brother instinct kicked in and I quickly agreed to let him stay over. Another beer seemed to calm him further and I showed him my shower while I put clean sheets on my only bed. I could see his partially obscured body in the en-suite as he showered and I got the bed ready. There really was nothing to him and his skin was so pale and delicate. I couldn't help licking my lips as he emerged wrapped in one of my hand towels, the dumb twat (though I was glad of his mistake). I found a pair of my boxer trunks and an old workout singlet for him to wear. Reluctantly giving him some privacy, he emerged, trunks hanging loosely on his thin thighs, half way to his knees with ample loose material around his unseen package. On me, those were hipster length, the leg hole stretched around my thigh which was surely much bigger than his waist. pulling the crotch tightly around a large cock and ball bulge that had nowhere else to go. The singlet hung loosely, like an old fashioned night dress. We shared another beer, Jake telling me more about himself and his illness. It seemed to be a little like HIV in that his immune system struggled to cope with anything out of the ordinary though the meds were different and much less effective. It was clear that they had a psychological effect on him too, hence his stressed state tonight. Finally, it was time to turn in. with Jake insisting we should share the bed. In two minds, I agreed, knowing I needed to be close to this hot little man but also knowing it would be torture for me...

Game Time: Prelude Jake, Sean, and Owen were bored. The three friends were all in their early 30’s, and the usual hook-up apps and casual sex were no longer doing it for them. They were frustrated, and even with all the hot Chicago men at their disposal, they all were craving something new. Something more adventurous. Something that makes a good story. The three friends couldn’t be more different from each other, both in physical description and sexual conquest. Up to this point, Owen was a serial monogamist. Throughout his adult life, he was always the friend in the long-term relationship, who had a partner, who had the tame vanilla stories to share. He was a medium height ginger, formerly a twink that has evolved into a lanky yet sexy nerd. Equipped with a medium girth, veiny 7.5” cock, Owen has been exclusively a top for the last decade. And Owen is on the rebound. After spending the bulk of the last decade in closed relationships and having his heart shattered by discovering his last boyfriend in bed with a passing-through pilot, he is itching to finally have a bit of a slut phase. At the other end of the spectrum, Jake has never had a long-term relationship, and has no desire to change this. When he’s not working out at the gym, Jake likes to offer up his hole as a cum dump to anyone that might need a tight hole to unload. Anonymous dark rooms, adult bookstores, glory holes, bathhouses – these are all perfect playgrounds for Jake. With a bottle of poppers and a shot of lube always in his pocket, Jake is prepared at a moment’s notice and perpetually cum-hungry. Jake always has a story or ten for Sean and Owen that blows their minds and hardens their cocks. Fairly muscular, Jake is the type of guy that gets mistaken at first for having “top energy,” but he has no interest in topping whatsoever. A perfectly trimmed beard and impeccably coiffed hair top off his cut physique. That being said, even with taking multiple loads most days, Jake is still looking for a bigger thrill. Then there is Sean. Sean is a 5’11” cub with scruffy and dark hair who is highly involved in the kink community. With a love for leather, Sean is a bottom verse when fucking, but loves to fist a nice hole. Sean has a prolific Instagram filled with thotty pics of him in jock straps, harnesses, pup hoods, and body suits (and surprisingly has only been reported twice!). That said, for all the gear and toys Sean has collected over the years, he has gotten into a rut with his scenes. Being a very picky person that meticulously plans, it takes a lot to get an invite into Sean’s playroom. This pickiness, however, has led Sean to be somewhat frustrated with his sex life. Despite all his followers online and his likes, he is jealous of Jake’s ability to just let go and enjoy sex wherever, whenever. Based on their personalities, it is obvious why Sean and Jake were surprised one day when Owen made an interesting proposal over brunch at their favorite diner. “I think we should play a game, kinda like a truth or dare, but only dares.” Owen blurted out to the other two. See, Owen was itching to let it all go and slut out, but his guilt complex needed someone else to pull the trigger for him. He dreamed of having a dominant man tell him what to do and how to be a cumpig, but he didn’t want to trust just anyone. So, who better than his best friends Sean and Jake to control the fate of his slutty coming of age? “Oh? Like what? Daring you to dye your hair blue? Or actually show up late one time somewhere?” Jake asked, poking fun at Owen’s obsession for perfection. “No, like, sexual dares. Like we set up scenes for each other, send time and location, maybe minimal instructions, and then we must carry out the dares from each other.” Sean was so shocked at the suggestion he choked on his coffee. Jake, however, could see exactly what was happening. His dear tightly wound friend needed a release and was ready to let it all explode. A huge smirk spread across his face. His mind was already reeling at what trouble he could prescribe for his dear friends. He had plenty of favors to call in to give Owen exactly what he was craving. “Wait, why?” Sean inquired. “Well, it’s rare that all three of us are available at the same time, and what better way to celebrate the three of us being single than helping each other explore our kinks and expand our horizons. Plus, think of the stories we will have during brunch.” “I’m in.” Jake interjected. He’s already hard under the table thinking about this. He never would have predicted Owen would make this suggestion, but he is happy he did. “So, that is two of us. Sean, it’ll be fun… and you always say I need to be more adventurous and spontaneous.” Owen added. “Fine, let’s see where this goes.” Sean gave in. “Perfect, the first set of dares have to be executed in the next two weeks. We know each other’s schedules pretty well, so that will help. Let’s start clockwise. Jake, you make a dare for me. I will make a dare for Sean, and Sean dares Jake. At any time, we will text each other at minimum a place and time. Little more instruction if need, but not too much. And any extras we might need to bring. And if this works out, we go counterclockwise and dare some more. Sound good?” Owen said. “You had this all planned out before even getting here today, didn’t you?” Sean responded. “Of course, you know me.” Owen answered. “Well boys, let’s have some fun with each other. No limits here, this is going to be good.” Jake added. And with that, the game began. The boys continue their normal brunch conversation, but each of them starts planning what mischief they can get their friends into over the next few weeks. To be continued…

It must be nice living in a society not ruled by evangelicals.

Well i said i would keep this updated .. and now there is something to add. So last night i was in my room in my boxers watching tv when my housemate walked in, been trying so much to convincee him i was up for more but he was having none of it, its nothing unusual for him to be after something from my bathroom or stuff so wasnt thinking he wanted some fun until i noticed two things, he was naked and hard. i didnt say anything just got up and got to my knees sucking him off, i heard him lock my door and grip my head thrusting into my mouth. i remember him moaning how much a little slut i am, looking up at him he slapped my face telling me to focus on his cock. no idea how long that lasted but before long he pulled my up by my hair and took me to my bed. he held a condom and was pulling it out when i begged him to fuck me bare, he didnt even hesitate pushing me down on my bed lining up and pushing into me hard, no prep just breaking open my ass. he fucked me for ages, telling me how i was his little slut till this lockdown is over, gave me two loads before he pulled out and made me suck his cock clean, slapping my face a few time. told me before he left if i see his cock then just bend over and open that hole, was soo hot specially him being so rough and dom, heard him foing that to his gf before so was horned up knowing i was taking his gf place but was just a slut hole to him

My steady FB of 8 years has gone quiet on me. This isn't unprecedented, but I haven't had sex in a month+. I've been looking at BBRTS a lot, but haven't had a good match yet. During the pandemic, I've been trying to keep somewhat fit. Yesterday I went out for a run in pretty warm and humid conditions. I returned home after a 3 mile jog and a guy on Scruff hit me up. His profile showed him as negative, versatile and into raw sex. His pictures didn't show his face clearly, which is usually a no-go for me. But he kept up with me like a cum-hungry pig. And he was a five minute drive from me. I told him I was stinky and sweaty from my run, but he said he likes man smells. So I found myself driving over to his place. I walked up the stairs and knocked on his door. Twenty seconds later, my tongue was digging into his jockstrapped hole and he was begging for my cock. So I slid into a really nice tight hole. His sphincter was a tight and distinct ring as my cock head penetrated it. Once inside him, his ring hugged the shaft of my cock. I wrapped the crook of my arm around his neck in a mock strangle hold as I went balls deep into him. After a few minutes of this, I flipped him on his back and slid back into him. I pounded him hard and told him I was about to knock him up. He replied, "Breed me" and I emptied my load into him. Maybe we'll fuck again. If I don't get the plague.

Back in my room Mateo told me to suck his dick and get it hard again. It didn't take long for that big cock to start gagging me as it slowly inched its way down my throat. I could see JJ standing behind Mateo with his hand roaming all over Mateo's body and Mateo had his head turned around kissing JJ. Mateo was moaning and pulling on the back of my head shoving his dick deeper as I gagged and slobbered all over it. I hear JJ whisper to Mateo I want to fucking rail your ass. and Mateo was like Im read fucking bread me faggot. JJ reached for lub and Mateo said I don't need lub just spit and shove it in, I'm man enough to take a small dick like yours. JJ started laughing and I hear Mateo start moaning even loader as JJ did just what he was told. He spit on his dick and started shoving it in. At one point I hear Mateo say god damn how much more dick you got? JJ just said what this small thing then he shoved it in the rest of the way as Mateo cried out in pain. I hear Mateo say of fuck I can't hold it. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! and then he started shooting. He let me pull back enough to fill my mouth with about half of his load. I hear JJ say don't swallow bitch bring that fag mouth up and give us both a taste. As I slowly backed off of Mateo's big dick I held as much in my mouth as I could. I stood up and kissed JJ and shared some of Mateo's cum then he turned to Mateo and shared. Then I got to kiss Mateo. Passing his cum back to him was so fucking hot. JJ then started to moan, saying it was so fucking hot to watch Mateo eat his own cum. He thrust 2 or 3 more times and then let out a really load and long fuuuucccckkkk as he cam in Mateo's ass. A few seconds later and Mateo and I both are on our knees cleaning JJ's dick Mateo raised up as JJ bent down and they kissed sharing JJ's cum and Mateo's ass juice. We all climbed in my King size bed and dozed for a while. I was dreaming of getting fucked again by either boy and knowing I would enjoy the hell out of it.

I'm fully bi, and luv fucking/breeding women. Best scenario is a bi couple, breeding her pussy and ass, him breeding me, maybe another bi female in attendance to breed, lotsa cum shared between holes. Just something about tits, pussy, and ass that just gets me super hard. But tits, cock and hole in a gorgeous shemale does it for me as well.

Virginity Lost Given that I received a mostly favorable reaction to my first posting, I thought I might post again only this time starting at my beginning. Since a younger age I had a curiosity in regard to being with a male, but other than some superficial touching, I had never really done anything in depth and most of my activity had been confined to females, though I wasn't overly active there either. After graduating high school, I decided to join the military where after my basic training and rate-specific training, I ended up at my first unit in New Jersey and not too far from New York City. With not a lot to do during my off duty time, I would often find myself cruising around in my car, mostly just looking though my attention was occasionally drawn to a girl about my age that I had seen several times in a local hang-out spot. Given my shyness though, I never made a move to initiate contact. Over time, it was common to come across other folk doing the same and during my drives I would begin to recognize some of the regulars. As this occurred over a somewhat regular basis, there was a particular larger dark car that began to catch my attention. It was driven by a male that was somewhat older than myself and I noticed he would often look somewhat intently in my direction when passing by. At first I didn't pay a lot of attention but after this went on for multiple different nights, I found myself glancing back and sometimes making momentary eye contact. This was in the days when CB radios were popular and a vehicle antenna often made it evident who had one in their car. I always had mine on and with most people hanging out on Channel 19, it was often easy to contact others there. One night while cruising, the dark car and I passed each other a couple times and after the third pass, he gave a call on the radio. I didn't answer though, not because I was completely uninterested, but more out of my overall shyness - though as far as he would know, my radio might not have even been on. This went on over the course of a few weeks and also included occasions where he would spend some of his time following behind me as I drove around, nothing overly bold but I would see him there for a while. He began to capture my interest and curiosity, particularly with nothing ever happening with my primarily heterosexual interests. It was about midnight after one of my typical Friday night 'strike out' cruising sessions when I saw the dark car and driver coming down the street. We were going opposite directions and as we passed, he gave a look in my direction and I gave a look back. I had a particularly high degree of unfulfilled horniness built up and with a mindset of maybe just letting fate play its role, I decided that if he would happen to call me that night that I might just answer him. Several minutes later our paths crossed again where we exchanged solid eye contact and when I heard his voice come across the radio, I answered. We talked a couple seconds and took our conversation to a less popular channel where we chatted for a few minutes. By this time I noticed that he was now behind me and with the lack of privacy on an open radio, he suggested that we stop somewhere. I pulled into a nearby empty lot and he pulled alongside where each of our windows went down. While I had seen him several times, I never had the opportunity to really see him good and my first impression was quite favorable. He was maybe in his 40's, a nice solid build and was dressed in casual clothes. We chatted for a couple minutes and just had just barely broken the ice when he said that the police in town don't really like people hanging around in lots at night and suggested we head somewhere safer out of town. It sounded reasonable and as he pulled out, I followed with a variety of thoughts starting to scurry through my mind. I had never done anything like this before (though honestly I didn't know exactly what 'this' would actually be) but with the hormones my younger years active and my curiosity toward the male gender, I found myself wanting to find out. We had driven several miles with the road becoming progressively more unrefined before he took a right turn on a hard, rough sandy lane to a very secluded and dark spot overlooking the water and with a good view of the roads in all directions. I pulled alongside and he suggested that I get in his car which I did. I don't remember what type of car he had, but know that it was much larger than most cars on the road today with a split bench seat with a folded down console divider seat in the middle and from what I could from see during the short time the dome light was on, a very spacious and open back seat. He might have had an idea before we met but I am sure it was quite evident after just a few minutes of our conversation that I was totally inexperienced, and he seemed to focus his best on making me feel comfortable through his words. I felt relatively safe overall and in his car we were separated by a good amount of distance with the folded-down console seat between us acting like a kind of protective barrier. As our talk became more sexual, I noticed that he had released the front of his pants and that he had taken his cock out but in the darkness it was difficult to really see much at all. The atmosphere was admittedly making me feel aroused though and I slowly let my hand move to the center of the console where it stopped and came to rest. Knowing that I could see him exposed and sensing my shyness, his fingertips reached out to softly graze the top of my hand and he asked if I would like to touch it. I didn't reply verbally but as my hand slowly moved and took it's place on his warm bare flesh, he knew the answer. The electricity was shooting through me and evidently he could feel the charge too because it didn't take long for his cock begin growing into a fairly nice erection within the grasp of my palm. His reassuring words soon had me gently massaging his cock while slowly working his foreskin back and forth over the head, feeling both warm and firm to the touch. With his outstretched arm, he reached over and began massaging my shoulder in tune with my movement. Several minutes later, the lead seemed to switch as as his massaging hand on my shoulder began getting stronger, I felt myself fondling his cock in a more pronounced way and in tune with the increased movement of his of his hand that was on me. "Would you like to suck it?" he said while looking directly in my direction. I looked back toward his eyes and while in the darkness he couldn't really see my expression, he took my lack of verbal response as a 'yes' and with his free hand, raised the console to make a wide open bench seat, then with the hand on my neck began pulling me downward toward his crotch. I couldn't really see anything to begin with so closing my eyes was more an act of a melting into the moment than an act of not looking and I soon noticed what with my sense of sight fully gone, my other senses became more enhanced, particularly in regard to the scent that I was now inhaling. I am not sure if he had not taken a bath for a while or if it was from his increased arousal, but either way, his man-scent was quite intense and ventured deeply inside my lungs as I began breathing more deeply to take him all in. Then as if unable to fully get my full breath, my lips parted to bring in more air and in the process his hand pulled me further down where the head of his cock entered my open lips. I didn't resist and instead went down on him first shyly and then more wantonly with his almost rancid taste awakening a primal feeling inside my body. His audible gasp told me that he was enjoying it too and when my instinct to blow him began to develop further, he rose and moved his pants down to his knees, giving me much more length to work with. As the fellatio continued, the hand on my head moved downward and onto my covered crotch where he began to touch and to squeeze, increasing my arousal even more particularly each time his grasp would grip relatively strongly. He then fumbled with the fastening at the top of my jeans and released it, pulled my zipper part of the way down, but in somewhat of a surprise he didn't go for my cock, but instead reached around behind me and dipped his hand deep into my pants. I let out an audible gasp but with his cock well inside my mouth, the sound that came forth sounded more like a wanton moan instead of a signal of being shocked, and thinking that I liked it, his finger dived deep inside my ass. I rose up and let out a loud squeal as pain erupted inside my asshole from his dry finger and sharp edged fingernail and I wanted to get away. "Wait baby" he said as his free hand came over to keep me bent down, "Let your ass take it, it will feel good, I promise." I didn't move but I didn't say anything either and I simply just stayed there in an almost suspended state. The actual pain of the intrusion didn't last real long but the soreness was still there and sensing that, he didn't go any deeper - but he didn't take his finger out either, letting it remain inside my body. As I adjusted to my anal intruder, his scented crotch reached out to me even more and I leaned down to continue my slow sucking of his bare manhood. This time it was different though and I was met with the surprise taste of pre-cum that was coming from his tip and it began flowing across my tongue and into my mouth. I melted into him a little bit and sensing my relaxing, his finger began moving inside my ass, not with in and out action, but at the same depth and in a more wobbling motion so as to not further abrade my partially torn hole. My soft moaning might have been a signal that I could be ready for more and he asked if he could put some lubricant in my ass and it would feel much better. I didn't give an answer because my mind was filling with a multitude of thoughts of what was happening to the point that I was starting to overload. I wasn't sure what I was getting into, or what I really wanted to get into, I just didn't know, but after a few more minutes of the finger massage inside my anus and with his cock still inside my mouth, I let out a muffled and apprehensive "ok" to give in to his request. With that, he gently pulled his finger from my ass, causing me to wince in the process, then opened his door and said "lets get in the back where we have more room." My hand slowly went to the handle on the door and as I pulled it, my mind went to thoughts of just going to my car and leaving because I was getting scared. As I stood up beneath the open skies and with the distinct smell of seaside air, I felt drawn back to the more primal setting of the car and before giving it a serious second thought, I found myself in the back seat and beside him. The reality of the situation hit starkly as he maneuvered around and started ridding himself of his pants, telling me to do the same. 'Oh Gawd', I thought as my fingers pulled my zipper the rest of the way down, 'What am I doing?' It immediately became clear what I was doing because moments later my pants and briefs were completely gone and we were both exposed with our sexual areas bare in the back seat of his car... The question now was: What was going to come next? Reaching forward, he folded the console seat back down to the lowered position and told me to lean over it, directing me where he wanted me to go. There was now a lot of space between the backside of the seat and the ceiling of the car which made it easy for me to assume my spot. In retrospect, the seat feature was likely the reason he had the car to begin with and it created a lot of room for a lot of possibilities including what would come next. The next thing I knew, he was rose up and his chest was immediately leaning over and atop my back. I quickly grew afraid but didn't know what to do because I hadn't gone out that night to be with a guy, let alone be fucked by one and there were so many conflicted emotions going through me. He reached forward to open the glove compartment, he said he needed to get the lube out, so I guess that his leaning over me was kind of necessary. He wasn't in any hurry though and he lingered on top of my back where I could feel his rock solid cock wedged between my bare cheeks. With my eyes going closed in disbelief and with my breathing quite pronounced, I felt the intense quandary of a growing sexual stimulation and genuine fear of the unknown. I think he sensed my trepidation and with my lack of doing anything to stop him, he quickly took the lead. "It feels good, doesn't it sweetheart" he spoke, with his left palm caressing my face and with his right lube-holding hand coming to rest on top of my right hand to keep me in place. I didn't say anything but instead slowly twisted my head to the left where he let his hand wander fully across my face, pulling my lower lip down and placing several fingers inside to take control of my mouth, causing me to moan wetly with saliva dripping from inside. With his fingers lodged in my mouth, his body pulled back and he flipped the top of the lube tube free and gave a firm squeeze causing a cold and wet sensation atop my exposed nether region. With an audible snap, the lube container then closed and dropped away and his fingers began working the slippery gel between my bare cheeks. I didn't know what to say or what to do and the atmosphere was just so conflicting. At the same time and in the moment though, I don't think I could say or do anything, I was simply in awe and in many ways I was like a deer in a car's headlights, unable to move and waiting for his finger to go back inside my ass. My mind started racing in a million directions with my heart and breathing at depths never before reached when instead of the finger that I was expecting, it was his cock moving in and before I had time to react, his head had breached the ring around my ass and his cock was halfway inside. I gave a startled "No" and tried to move away but in the confines of the cradling seats and with his body on top of me, there was nowhere for me to go. It hurt even more than his earlier finger stab inside my rectum and the sudden act brought no pleasure at all. I tried to say something more, but the words were not able to come because the fingers inside my mouth were effectively gagging me to where I couldn't say a thing at all. I did however manage to expel a muffled but sharp cry of pain though as he shoved forward a second determined time and his raw cock breached even further inside leaving my unprotected ass filled with his cock fully inside. I don't think I could have gotten up if I wanted to and with my slight and young stature and his prominently more muscular body, distinct weight advantage and his will to make it happen, I was essentially bound helpless beneath him - I was his for the taking. At this point though, he didn't force things any further and simply rested there, allowing my body the chance to stretch and adapt for what was inevitably yet to come. 'What was yet to come' was the scary part and to step back to the time when this was happening, New York was a hotbed for AIDS and the city was just a few short miles away (in fact the sky was illuminated with the city lights just to our north). Additionally there were no treatments to effectively help mitigate it's effects - you can easily and legitimately classify me as being very afraid. At the same time though there was also a certain allure to where I was, alone with him in his car; to the atmosphere, with our bodies practically bare; to what was happening, his cock inside my ass; and to the act that was occurring, having sex with a stranger in the night. I was enthralled. With his cock lodged inside my rectum, he began giving words of encouragement which brought me a certain aspect of ease, telling me how special the moment was and how beautiful the night was to finally be together, and that he had been attracted to me and wanted a moment alone with me for a very long time. I must admit that he was having an effect and his words were not only relaxing my mind, but they were also relaxing my body. It is not an embellishment to say that his cock had grown quite large and there was a definite pain in my ass, not only from the initial probe from his sharp & rough fingernail, but it was now being exasperated many-fold more with my tight little ass stretched many times beyond where it had ever been before. Even with the liberal lube that he had used, the physical stretching was more than my body could take and I know that he had torn me in more than one place around his girthy impaled cock. His encouraging words continued as I lay beneath him with my mind entering an almost trance-like state. The feelings of pain were also being dissipated and replaced with the sensation of love and an inner passion, particularly when his cock started to slide out and then back in, slowly moving again, and again, and again... I was being fucked. The fingers inside my mouth pulled my head gently and further to the side where he then removed his digits and his lips pressed against mine. His almost harsh bearded stubble scratching my soft and tender cheek, an interesting contrast to the warmth of the words he was speaking, his kissing and mouthing of words of love and support began to cause me to have a much more receptive body. I also found myself now wanting it to happen and interestingly I think I wanted it happen just as much to please him - someone that was loving me - than for my own personal satisfaction. At the same time, I didn't really know all that much about the actual risks involved - I had only glanced at the occasional AIDS headline, never taking the time to read through the full articles - but I knew enough to be aware that what was happening was potentially dangerously deadly. With a tear appearing and being held in the corner of my eye, I gave a sheepishly meek request and asked: "Can you use a condom?" The tear slid down across my cheek. His cock continued to slowly work inside my body, out the majority of the way and then back in until his bush and balls were firmly nestled against my flesh and his mouth came alongside my ear, "I don't have any, sweetheart", and with that he held me tighter with his actions becoming slightly more pronounced. "Can we do it another time? When we have some? Please?" I asked, his fucking growing noticeably faster and more full. "But we're together now, sweetheart" (admittedly the sweetheart word was beginning to make me melt every time I heard it and I felt like I was 'his' and that I was no longer an independent 'self'). "Your body is telling me that you want it, baby. You don't want me to stop now, do you?" and with that his fucking became even more aggressive. "Please." I almost pleaded. "We can do it tonight, but can we get a condom first?" "Please." This time I was clearly begging. Without saying a word and without even acknowledging what I said, he pinned me downward affirming his position of being in control and continued fucking me - fucking me for a very long time - pounding noisily inside, pounding me hard, pounding me bare, his breathing becoming faster and his sweat making me wet beneath him, my body becoming continually more sore - but I didn't do anything, I didn't try to do anything, I just found myself taking it My ass was getting more wet too and I don't know if it was from his pre-cum or something from inside me, but it felt like my loins were much more wet than from the lube alone. As if to confirm and reinforce the wetness I was feeling, he gave a hard downward plunge, his loins tight against my ass, his cock full and deep inside my hole, his arms wrapping me inescapably tight, my body bound between his chest and the seat, his body shaking almost violently and convulsing and he yells right inside my ear. "Oh fucking God I'm cumming. Oh. Fuck. God. Take it. It's fucking yours." His cock buries inside me. I couldn't do anything, nothing at all. I couldn't stop it, at least not now - it already happened. I began to look around, staring blankly in every direction, not seeing anything, but then also seeing something, the sky glowing above NYC, the things I had read - or rather the things that I should have read. The thought of AIDS was going through my mind - was it now going throughout my body? I truly didn't know about the risk involved, I didn't really know anything at all, just bits and pieces at the very most. I was scared. He stayed inside me and didn't move - I didn't move. We stayed like that for what seemed like a very long time and I don't think he wanted it to end because he never left, then when he started pulling back, it was only to reposition and move forward once again, slowly starting to fuck me once more. I was so conflicted, so confused, so worried, and yet at the same time, in a strange way, I felt so loved. He was no longer fucking me hard and rough like he was before he came inside me, but was fucking me soft and gentle like he really loved me and cared for me. I began to sob softly to myself but not hard enough that I thought he would notice, unless he could see my tears which should have been invisible in the darkness of the night. I didn't know why I was crying and whether it was because of the fear and finality in what had just happened, or if it was for a love that I felt envelop me and thinking that me must be truly loving me, loving being with me. It was then that he held me once again, his warm arms tight and cradling, his loins gyrating into my ass, and his cum definitely squirting inside my ass - again. "I love you" he whispered. "I love you" I said softly back, realizing my sobbing was likely apparent as I spoke. Perhaps not sure about my reaction or the reason for my sob, he was quiet for several minutes before finally asking. "Were you a virgin?" "Yes" I answered. It was my first time with a man and the first time I was ever fucked. He kissed my cheek. As we got dressed, I knew that I had a distant drive to get back and that I would be carrying him for a long time along the way - much too long to have any chance of expelling him and the possible danger that I was carrying inside my body. I thought of asking him before I left if he had AIDS or anything but to be honest, I was afraid to know. I knew that there wasn't any real treatment and that there were people dying from it and I didn't want to leave knowing that it was going to happen to me if he would have said he had it, so I just left. Perhaps it would take more than being fucked once (actually being cummed in twice) to become infected, at least I hoped. I spent the many days ahead paying much more attention to articles and reports about AIDS with the hope of finding some type of assurance that I wouldn't have it - but I never found anything that made me feel safe. I had what I had, if I had anything. I also probably had whatever he had, but only time was going to tell. The only thing I knew was that I didn't have was my virginity. I left it in a car that night. I left it with him when he filled me with his cum. Virginity lost.

John and Sam pulled me up off the mattress and put me in the sling. Restraints went around my feet and ankles. Nolan moved a stool in front of my ass, and pulled the drawers closer to him, while Sam put a gas mask over my head. Nolan had applied some lube to his gloves and began working his meaty fingers into my hole. I could see John and Will on the bed; John tied down with a ball gag while Will lightly paddled him. I started feeling Nolan hitting deeper in my guts with his fingers, and precum leaking out of my rock hard dick. Sam attached something to the gas mask, but it wasn't a tube. It was a bag. i realized this was another version of breath control that Sam loved. i started getting light headed as Sam stood by my head, tweaking his and mine nipples. Suddenly Nolans fingers were gone, and replaced by a medium sized dildo. He began aggressively working it into my hole. "Fuck, I thought Sam was exaggerating when he told me about this pussy, but he was right". My hole gripped the dildo as he maneuvered it in and out, my precum soaking the jockstrap. Occasionally Sam would release a little valve on the bag allowing fresh air into the mask; and I could hear John moaning as Will had put a vibrator in his cunt and was edging his cock with a vibrator. This went on for about 15 minutes, before Will called out "Hey you guys want to switch for a bit?". Nolan left the dildo in my hole, as him and Sam moved to the bed where Jake was. "I prefer something with a bit more girth", he smirked at me. He pulled the dildo out and it was replaced by a large plug. It sat fairly comfortably in me, but then Will started working his fingers inside along it, stretching my pussy out. I started moaning more and more, he could tell it was becoming painful, I had never been stretched that much before. He took the bag off, fiddled with something on the bench, then replaced it. Only this time there was a swab soaked with poppers in the bag. I inhaled and after a couple minutes rebreathing the poppers, my pussy was as loose as ever. "Fuck", will groaned as he slid the plug out and looked at my gaping hole. i could feel air rushing in as it opened and closed. "Hey, I gotta piss", Sam called out. "Yea me too", said Will. "Lets give John a break". They untied him from the bed, and all stood around for a couple minutes, drinking water and some beer while I just hung in the sling. "Hey, lets cut the new kid some slack, I'm sure he's thirsty too", Nolan said. Will moved over to me and removed the mask from my head, I gasped at the fresh air. "You need something to drink little cub?" "Yes", I gasped. "Ok open up". Suddenly I had Will's cock in my mouth. Other than the time Sam had pissed in me I'd never done water sports. He started pissing in my mouth, and I'm proud to say that I drank it all and didn't spill a drop. Jake moved over and repeated the process. "Look who I found wandering upstairs", Nolan joked. I didn't realize he had gone upstairs, but there was someone else with him and I almost vomited up all the piss. There in the basement, naked with me in the sling and five bears, was my ex, Curt. "Holy shit Matt!?", he exclaimed gawking at me in the sling. "Whoa, wait you two know each other?" Nolan asked in mixed disbelief and amusement. "Yea, we dated for like five months. I didn't know this was the boy you were having when I mentioned I would be passing through town." At this point Sam looked visibly concerned, he knew my history with my ex but clearly had no idea he would be the other guy Nolan invited. And Nolan seemed genuinely shocked at the scenario. "We were never this wild though, looks like you've done a good job breaking him in". Nolan replied with "Well your welcome to stay, he doesn't say much and just takes it like a good little cub if you wanna stay", Nolan said. "Fuck yea, I miss those holes. Some of the best I've had". Sam leaned down and whispered "Are you ok with this?" visibly concerned (again, dominant but always wants whats best for me). I decided not to think about it too hard and nodded. He may have been borderline sociopathic, but I'd had some of the best sex of my life with Curt. Plus, I knew that Sam would never let anything happen. "Well he's been super thirsty, so we've been helping him hydrate", Will said. "Perfect, cause I have to piss bad". Kurt stuck his 8.5in cock in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop. By this point I thought I was going to explode. "Don't want to have him getting sick, I'll just go in the other one", Sam said as he removed the cod piece from his jock and stuck it in my cunt. He stood there for a minute releasing a forceful stream into my pussy. "Ok, my turn then back to business," said Nolan as he removed his own rubber piece, and out sprang a gorgeous 9in uncut cock. Sam had put the poppers hood back on me, which was good cause I needed all the help I could get. Nolan slowly inched into me, and when I felt his pubes on my ass, released his stream. Something about his throbbing cock triggered something inside me, and before I could control it my own cock was leaking piss everywhere. "Fuck we must be doing a good job", Will exclaimed. He had blindfolded John and put his hand in some ceiling restraints and was edging him. It was Sams turn to use my battered hole while Nolan and Curt sucked each other. After about an hour, Will exclaimed "Ok, I gotta bust a load in that pussy". Sam moved to stand at my head, as Will sunk his cock right into me: aided by the copious lube and piss that was leaking out. He started with long deep strokes, and made sure to just barely pull out before plunging back in. After fifteen minutes his breathing changed and exclaimed "Fuck, I'm going to cum". He leaned in as I felt my first load of the night. "Fuck, I'm going to look forward to more of that when I can". He moved away and was replaced by Jake; who although had been a bottom clearly wanted to breed me. He jack hammered away and must have been very close before because it didn't take long before he yelled and gave me my second load. "You're gonna make a great addition to our friend group." Now it was Kurt's turn. He slammed into me with no warning, and I groaned into the mask. "Fuck I don't know why I ever let you break up with me. If I had known you would turn into this little pig I'd have tried a lot harder". At this point I was moaning in ecstasy. "Yea, we're gonna have to rethink our arrangement", Kurt said as sweat poured off him and he added his load. Now it was Nolan's turn. He was more forgiving but still forceful as he entered me. As he started fucking me I became aware of another sensation in my hole though, and could tell he was trying to get as deep as possible. Suddenly I felt something give in my body and the strangest sensation of my life, and he had smiled. That was the first time I had a guy breach my second sphincter. "Fuck I'm gonna have you around all the time now", he said and then bellowed as he came deeper in me than anyone before. Finally Sam took his place, he fucked me forcefully but held me gently, dumping his load in me after ten minutes. "i love you boy", he whispered as he used his rock hard cock to massage everyone's cum into me. They spent the next couple hours dumping loads and more piss in me, until finally exhausted they all went upstairs. Sam and Nolan took me down from the sling, I was exhausted and couldn't stand. They got me into a shower and cleaned me inside and out, before putting me into a yellow and blue jock strap. They helped me into bed and shut the lights off, then got into bed with me. Nolan kissed my neck as Sam slid his meaty paw into my cheeks, and I fell asleep squeezed between two of my bears. ................................................

This is one of my most favorite posts ever. I too am a cheater bottom and top. Nothing is hotter than coming home from an errand or meeting my husband after being out on a run when I’ve got a load, a stranger’s load usually, percolating deep in my ass. Have encountered more cheater judgment but I’m like hey, do you want to breed me or what? They always do.

Met hubby through work almost 24 years ago -- we'd been married to women originally and were mono and very jealous of one another for the first several years. We eventually had a 3 way with a hot, hung professor pal one drunken night and that led to more mutual experimenting. By our 8th year together we were open and fucking separately, together and in small groups. The rule of thumb is that we put energy toward our relationship first and talk about our sexual experiences. (Which usually leads to sex!) Of course it's fun to have a secret too -- but eventually we come clean...which is hot, too! We often tag team his younger college bottom boys together or we host a group of our favorite sex pals and enjoy watching each other in action. Recently we've taken on a boyfriend that we both top and share with others. It's been great fun to evolve and realize we can be committed, dependable, and loving partners without traditional physical rules and restrictions. At the end of a long hard work week, there's nothing more fun that watching my guy breed a muscle jock in our sling across the room, while both of my holes are stretched to the max by two beautiful black cocks!

Part 18 - Family Ties There was a slight tension in the air barely noticeable by anyone sitting around but Angelo could sense it, he thought it would be better to leave them to talk this out. "You look well Ethan" Jack said moving the chair to sit on. Angelo stood as Jack sat down "I will leave you to catch up". "No Angelo, I want you to stay there is nothing to hide" Ethan said looking at him. Jack waited for Angelo to sit down then turned to Ethan "I don't really know what to say Ethan, in my head I had it all planned." Ethan fondled the glass in front of him "You are not often lost for words" he responded. "I'm sorry for what happened between us" Jack spoke tentatively. Ethan waited for a moment "Sorry about what, turning your back on me so quickly?" he asked calmly. "The whole thing caught me by surprise Ethan, how was I suppose to react" Jack replied apologetically. Jack continued "I won't to put this behind us and you to come back home". Ethan looked at Angelo then his father "Everything changed father when you hit me". Jack looked at Ethan "You gave back just as good". "I wasn't about to let it happen again, and you made your point very clear" Ethan looked down at the glass. Jack sat quietly for a moment then continued "I know but I never expected you would actually leave". Ethan looked at his father and Angelo "I'm sorry but I won't come back home to live". Jack glanced at Angelo "Is this your doing?" he spoke with an agitated voice. Ethan lowered his voice in annoyance "I made my own choice to move in with Angelo before our argument". He continued "What happened that evening just made it sooner than we both expected and don't speak to him like that". Jack was stunned by his response "Did you ever intend on telling us?". Ethan nodded "Yes, but I think you would have reacted the same no matter when I told you". Jack knew it would be no use arguing with him "I can't pretend to like this Ethan". "I wouldn't expect you to, but you will have to come to accept it if you wan me in your life" Ethan replied. Jack nodded "It will take time" he said glancing at Angelo "Can we at least re-build our relationship?". Ethan looked at his father and nodded slowly "Two conditions though". "Negotiating already?" Jack smiled at Ethan. Ethan looked seriously at him "Stop controlling my life and let me live it as I want, and accept Angelo". Jack studied Ethan for a moment "Only if you promise to finish college". Ethan glanced at Angelo "Deal" he said smiling at his father who leaned in and hugged his son. Jack turned to Angelo "I owe you an apology as well Angelo". Angelo shook his head "No Jack, I should apologise as I deceived you after realising who Ethan was". "I don't pretend to understand what is going on, that's is what is hard for me" Jack said looking at Ethan. Ethan smiled "I only want you to accept me and us, I don't want to shut you out of my life". Jack smiled and hugged his son again this time it lasted longer and unexpectedly Jack turned to Angelo and hugged him. Ellie watched from her table at the progress when she saw Angelo stand up and walk towards her. "Hi, I'm Angelo you must be Ethan's mother" Angelo held out his hand. Ellis stood up and hugged Angelo "Thank you for looking after my boy". Angelo smiled "I'm sorry for all the trouble it has caused, but he means the world to me. Come over and have a drink with us". As Ellie approached the table Ethan stood up and gave his mother a kiss and a hug, they spent the rest of the evening talking and slowly beginning to understand and accept how things would be from now on. As time healed the rift between father and son and they slowly re-built their family, Ethan was careful never to push or show affection towards Angelo around his parents at this early stage. Matt had kept a low profile but was still watching them both carefully, he knew of Mark and Franco and slowly his plan began to form to get Angelo back, he would wait with open arms when the time was right. It was a cold September morning as Matt ordered a coffee standing in the line behind Mark waiting for his order, he accidentally bumped in to Mark. "Sorry I didn't mean to bump in to you" Mark turned and nodded "Oh aren't you Mark?" he asked. Mark turned to face him "Yes" he looked quizzically at him. Matt smiled "How is Ethan, I know him through his friend?". "Oh, err.. he is okay, why do you ask?" Mark was curious now. Matt picked up his coffee "I know he is dating some guy for a meal ticket, you know just biding his time". Mark watched him put a lid on his coffee "I don't know what you mean" he replied shaking his head. Matt turned to make his exit "Oh you know, he doesn't love him or anything, just using him for now. Must dash bye". He swiftly exited the coffee shop and could see Mark's reflection in the window looking shocked and confused, he walked round the side of the coffee shop and got in his car and disappeared. Mark was jolted back when the barista called his order out, confused and quite upset at what he just heard he glanced over the office debating if he should say anything to Angelo. Mark walked back over with the coffees in hand and entered the office, he watched Angelo for a moment as he walked towards his desk and put the coffee down. "You look like you have seen a ghost" Angelo looked at him smiling. Mark looked over at him "Oh just something on my mind" he didn't have the heart to say anything and would wait. Mark tried to put it out of his mind for the moment and buried his head in work. Matt arrived in White Plains and knew from his diligent stalking where Franco would be at this time in the afternoon after college. He used the same tactic and rushed out as he didn't like the look on Franco's face, but he knew the damage was done and now it was a waiting game. Franco sat down and began typing a text to Angelo 'Is it true that Ethan is using you?" he looked and didn't know what else to say so he hit the send button. He never would have thought Ethan was like that but then unless you know someone you just couldn't tell, Franco pondered weather Adam was in on this as well. He decided to wait and see what Angelo would have to say before confronting Ethan. Mark looked up at Angelo who dropped his phone on his desk "What's the matter?" he asked. Angelo stared at his phone then looked up at Mark "Nothing, just something I have to deal with". "Is it Ethan?" Mark hazarding a guess. Angelo nodded "Yes" and a look of disappointment drew across his face. "Come on lets go outside and talk" Mark stood dreading this moment. Angelo stood up and grabbed his phone as they walked outside in to the chilly wind and sat down the bench outside the coffee shop, Mark went in and fetched two coffees and returned to sit by Angelo. "Has someone texted you about him and what he is up to?" Mark asked handing the coffee to Angelo. Angelo nodded "It appears he is not all it seems Mark". Mark touched Angelo's leg "Someone told me this morning he was after a meal ticket". Angelo looked at him "Then it is true, why didn't you tell me this morning?". "I didn't know what to make of it, it is strange someone just talks to you and says this" Mark responded. Angelo looked out across the parking lot "I can't believe he took me in like this". Mark shook his head "I don't believe any of it Angelo, don't make any rash decision". "What would you expect me to do?" Angelo asked sipping his coffee. "I don't know, who was the text you got from?" Mark asked. Angelo showed Mark the message "From my cousin, he is at the same college as Ethan". Mark sat there in disbelief "I can't understand it, sure it is not true". Angelo sat back and sighed "I put my heart on a string to be cut open again". "No Angelo, I don't believe Ethan is like that, to hear this twice in one day isn't right" Mark protested to Angelo. Angelo looked at him "Or it is". Mark stopped short of getting annoyed with him "Just talk to him Angelo". "I need to head home and sort it out tonight, I won't live with a lie" Angelo stood up and walked back to the office. Matt sat in his car smiling and turned the engine over as he needed to get over to Larchmont, he knew by the look on Angelo's face that word had got back to him. He wanted to be there ready with open arms for Angelo playing the supportive ex boyfriend. Angelo packed his things up and turned his phone off as he got in the car, he needed to think on the drive over. Mark sat at his desk with his head in his hands until Dillon made a noise taking his coat of the closet, Dillon had been with Angelo since the start of the business and had met Matt a couple of times in the coffee shop years ago and was surprised to see him there this morning whilst Mark was in there. "Hey Mark, don't look so down dude" Dillon walked up towards Mark's desk. Mark looked up "Hey Dillon, sorry a few things on my mind that are worrying me". Dillon smiled "Strange day, and never expected to see the ex back around here after their break up". Mark computed it slowly "Ex, what ex?". "Matt was over in the coffee shop this morning I saw him go in after you" Dillon said waving his hand about. Mark stood up "Matt, Angelo's ex?". Dillon nodded "Yeah he is a complete fruitcake, a couple of us think he hasn't let go of Angelo yet". "What do you mean?" Mark scratched his head. Dillon laughed "He sits in his car way over in the parking lot at least once a week, but this week 3 times from what I saw". Mark described him to Dillon who nodded "I never knew that was his ex" he replied suddenly looking horrified. Dillon shrugged his shoulders "Yeah, any how see you tomorrow". Mark was dialling Angelo's mobile "Yes sure Dillon and thanks". The phone went straight to voicemail so Mark tried the number again and did so a dozen times. He was now frantic and decided he would have to drive over to Angelo's place in Larchmont hopefully before Angelo did anything he might later regret. He stopped for a moment and searched the files for Franco's number remembering that it must be on file for when he works during the holidays. He dialled the number and waited for Franco to answer his phone, after the pleasantries were out of the way Mark asked him how he had heard of this rumour about Ethan. Franco explained and the described Matt but strangely he did not know his name. To Mark it quickly became obvious that this was no accident they both got the same message from the same guy, he explained to Franco telling him that he fears what Angelo may do before he knows the full facts. Franco swore in Spanish down the phone more so at how gullible he was being taken in, he thought at the time this could not be true and now it was confirmed, after he calmed down he told Mark he was also going to drive over to Angelo's. Mark ran out of the office and jumped in his car still trying to call Angelo. In White Plains Franco borrowed his mothers car and headed off to Larchmont.

Part 16 - The Stalker Angelo went down stairs to make coffee so Ethan showered quickly and pulled a t-shirt out of the draw, he slipped it over his head struggling to fit it over his body with one arm in he stopped trying to work out if he was putting it on correctly. Angelo walked in to the bedroom with coffee and laughed at the sight. "Ethan you can't get in to that t-shirt" Angelo stood shaking his head smiling. Ethan turned to look at him "Am I putting on weight as this fitted a few weeks ago". Angelo put the coffee down and walked up to him "No" he said taking the t-shirt off him. Ethan giggled "Your not just saying that to have your way with me?". Angelo turned him around to face the mirror "Look". Ethan looked at himself in the mirror "Look at what?". Angelo ran his hand up Ethan's biceps and chest "Your muscles are growing Ethan". Ethan looked, working out and knowing his body he never really saw the definition growing "Oh yes" he replied stunned. Angelo laughed "I'm gonna have to work out harder otherwise you will be getting the upper hand with me". Ethan kissed Angelo's hand "Your perfect as you are". Angelo kissed him on the neck "So it looks like we need to buy you some clothes" he smiled. Ethan nodded "That's today sorted out then, I will need to get some money out of the account". "No need, anyway I own you or have you forgotten that" Angelo smiled at Ethan's reflection in the mirror. Ethan turned to him "I can't let..." Angelo stopped him. "Ethan you are my partner so no more discussion about money" Angelo kissed him on the lips. Ethan knew this was a lost battle "Okay you win this time" and kissed Angelo back. Ethan stood by the front door waiting for Angelo as Adam walked up along the street wearing just his shorts, he watched Adam noticing how the rigours of working out daily were also paying off on Adam's body as his muscles had definitely grown even bigger. "Hey Ethan" Adam sprung up along the path and gave Ethan a kiss. Ethan still loved that he was allowed to kiss Adam "Sorry I can't work out with you this morning". Adam saw Angelo heading to the door "Morning sexy". Angelo smiled and kissed Adam "Morning, I have to take him shopping" he said squeezing Ethan's biceps. "Wow Ethan they are growing I never noticed before" Adam replied smiling at Angelo. Angelo laughed "Knock yourself out, if you leave before we are back lock up". "Will do and thanks Angelo" Adam replied as he watched them drive off. Adam closed the door and latched it since he would be in the workout room at the back of the house, Adam go to work with the weights and spent a good hour slowly working out. One the street the silver car returned and parked in the same spot, Matt noticed that the car was gone and the house looked quiet. He got out and walked over up along the path to the side of the house and discreetly peered in the kitchen window, nothing, everything looked empty clean and neat. Adam was sat on the floor drinking water and about to head off when he heard a sound coming from the kitchen. He stood up and walked silently to the door leading out towards the kitchen to investigate the sound, he wasn't sure but it sounded like the back door but he sure that was locked. Adam only caught a glance of the person moving in the back yard, a glance that told him the guy was a few years older and figured he must be a burglar casing the house to find an opening somewhere. Matt crept round in to the back yard towards the French windows when he stopped himself unsure why he was trying to get in the house but he kept trying anyhow. Adam quietly unlocked the kitchen door and slipped out, fortunately there was enough foliage to hide himself as he spied on the guy, watching his every move he saw him try the French windows. He suddenly thought that this must be why Ethan had that feeling of being watched. "It's locked you know" Adam said standing the back yard looking at Matt. Matt turned quickly on the spot "Who the fuck are you?". "Actually that is my question to you, and what are you doing here?" Adam replied stepping towards him. Matt looked at Adam's glistening body almost licking his lips "I was, I was looking for Angelo". "Really, or are you stalking them?" Adam asked. Matt averted his gaze as he had been uncovered "He isn't here so I will come back later". "Is that your silver car?" Adam stepped closer again to within a few feet of Matt. Matt looked at him assessing that he would have no trouble taking him down and he had to get away but the his only escape path was behind the guy in front of him. Matt was wearing gym shorts Adam noticed and obviously going commando underneath. Matt seized the moment and grabbed hold of Adam and put him in a reverse bearhug to prevent him from hitting out, Adam gasped as the arms clasped with extreme tightness around his chest pinning his own arms to his side, he panicked for a moment wriggling his body until he felt his feet leaving the ground and Matt held him aloft painfully jolting his arms and digging them deeper in to Adam's chest. As his feet touched the ground Adam got his footing and with a flash twisted his body sharply bending over causing Matt to let go flying on to his back on the grass. Adam grabbed his arms and pinned them down but failed to noticed Matt's legs either side of his body as he loomed over him 'Who the fuck are you' he repeated to Matt who continued to struggle and free his arms from Adams grip. Matt grew red in the face 'fuck you' he shouted back at Adam, as he raised his legs and clamped them around Adam's waist, Adam let out an agonising groan in pain as the legs constricted hard around him like metal bars. Matt wrenched his legs tautening the muscles harder as they dug in and constricted Adam, his head fell forward as he gasped at the sheer power of Matt's legs. Adam gripped harder on Matt's arms as he now began trying to free them, suddenly his body tossed left then right and left again as Matt moved his legs from side to side rapidly putting more pressure around Adam's waist, the agony but electrifying feeling running through Adam's body gave him such pleasure amongst the pain, his cock hardening as they struggled against each other. Adam collapsed forward releasing Matt's arms, his stomach hitting something hard realising Matt was also aroused, no sooner had he collapsed forward Matt clamped his arms around Adam's neck holding his face tight against his chest, his legs continued to squeeze Adam hard around the waist. Suddenly Adam became aware he was trapped, he moved his arm and went for the only course of action that would get a result, his hand slipped through Matt's shorts as he sought his ass. Matt tried to go into overdrive and crush Adam with his legs in a fruitless attempt as he felt Adam push two fingers straight in to his hole 'fuck' he shouted as his legs loosened their grip at the ensuing anal assault he was enduring, Matt moaned and yelped with the finger fucking he was getting but did not release his hold on Adam. Adam shifted his body at the first sign Matt's legs relaxed the tension around him, quickly withdrawing his fingers he released his cock from his own shorts and began sliding it through the leg of Matt's shorts until he found the target, abruptly he pushed it in dry. Matt arched his back and his legs released their hold on Adam, he cried at the penetration feeling the spasms rocketing through his body as Adam started fucking him. Matt's arms repositioned themselves to push Adam's shoulders. Adam raised his head looking Matt in the eye who was moaning partly in pain but with a tinge of delight, he moved forward towards Matt's mouth and kissed the eagerly waiting Matt deeply. Matt tried to push Adam off until he grabbed hold of Matt's arms and pinned them down over his head and ramped up the speed of his fucking. Matt whimpered 'oh fuck' he moaned 'oh god' again he moaned but Adam had the upper hand and continued fucking him until he began to feel his balls tightening all the time he looked Matt in the eye as he struggled underneath him. Adam raised his body and slammed in to Matt's ass several times before his hips crashed up hard against Matt's ass and his cock began spouting several large volleys of his toxic seed deep in to Matt's ass. As soon as the last few drops left his cock he pulled it out quickly and left Matt laying there panting heavily. Adam saw his cock was streaked in blood and cum mixed together, he rolled on to his back gathering himself. Like a flash Matt was on top of Adam prising his legs open, Adam panicked as Matt laughed at him 'You gonna take what you gave bitch'. Adam let out a long moan as Matt's eight inch cock powered in to his hole without stopping, it was Adam's turn to arch his back and as he cried from the fullness of Matt's cock. Matt was not only bigger that Adam but he had the power of jack hammer in his thighs and hips which he put to work straight way, Adam moaned and gasped trying to get his breath in between the rapid succession of the powerful thrusts, his arms were now pinned down as Matt now assumed the position of looming over him with a look of intent and purpose. He was powerless to stop Matt who showed no sign of easing up, his body was moving inch by inch across the grass with the coarseness scratching at his back adding to the euphoria he felt. Matt pushed in hard and began grunting and groaning muttering 'bitch take it' in between his grunts as he delivered his seed in to Adam who cried 'oh fuck yes'. Matt yanked his cock out of Adam's ass who let out a wail in pain. Matt stood up putting his cock back in his shorts "That will teach you" he laughed. Adam smiled gasping for breath "I hope your poz" he said. Matt stooped over Adam laying on the grass and slapped him hard across the face "Bitch" he called. Matt picked up his phone off the grass bending over to do so, Adam laughed again seeing a pink damp patch appear on his shorts. Matt turned to look at Adam and without a word he walked back round the house towards his car. Adam couldn't help but continue laughing as he saw a streak of pink fluid running down Matt's leg, what a fucking hot fuck that was he thought to himself before snapping back to reality, he also recognised they had in theory raped each other. He stood up and walked around the side of the house to see Matt getting in to the silver car, quickly he got a snap of Matt as he drove past in which you could clearly see him behind the wheel. Adam sent a text to Tony telling him of what just happened, Tony was annoyed and angry more so at the danger he just put himself in with the stranger. Adam cleaned up as best he could and made a coffee waiting for Angelo and Ethan to return, his mind wondered to the incredibly strong legs that almost knocked him out as they tried to squeeze the life out of him, he stroked his cock which was hard at the thought of him. He went back to the work out room to collect his bottle of water, glancing in the mirror he saw red marks had been left around the sides of his waist, underneath he knew that if he hadn't of fucked the guy he could have easily crushed him to death, but more importantly he had seen the stalker and knew Ethan was right. Half an hour had passed and he heard Angelo's car pulling up the drive, he sauntered over to the front door as Angelo approached immediately noticing the red marks around his waist. Ethan carrying bags from the trunk looked on in bewilderment. "What the hell happened to you?" Angelo asked and he took Adam in the kitchen to have a proper look. Adam put his finger to his lips "Not know". Angelo nodded "Why don't you go up and put your clothes away and sort out the ones that don't fit" he said to Ethan. Ethan nodded "Okay, then we can take them down to a charity shop". "Good idea Ethan" Angelo said "I will make sandwiches". Ethan didn't notice the marks on Adam and kissed him "See you in a mo" he said leaving the kitchen. "Out with it, what happened?" Angelo closed the kitchen door. Adam looked at him "Ethan was right, someone has been watching, well I suppose stalking you both". "Seriously?" Angelo remarked looking shocked "Can you describe him?". Adam nodded "I can do better than that" he showed Angelo the photo on his phone. Angelo shook his head "That is Matt my ex" he looked at Adam "So that explains the red marks". Adam looked confused "What do you mean?". "He got his legs wrapped around you didn't he?" Angelo raised a little smile. Adam laughed "Yes and fuck can he squeeze hard I though I was going to shit from the pressure". Adam continued "I got him wandering around trying to get in then we had a bit of a fight before the legs got me". "Did he hit you apart from that?" Angelo asked looking serious. Adam looked at Angelo "He slapped me hard after he finished fucking me, well more like raping me". Angelo clenched his fist "Going to have to teach him a another lesson". Adam grabbed Angelo's arm "No wait, I sort of raped him first to get him off me plus I wanted to do it". Angelo smiled "Adam seriously, you got to control your urges, still I need to speak to him about the stalking". Adam shook his head "Leave it for now, that silver car we see is his, we will know if he is still doing it". Angelo nodded "I ought to trust Ethan's instinct more. "What instinct" Ethan appeared hearing the last few words. Angelo looked over at Ethan "You were right about someone watching us". "I knew I wasn't being silly, how did you find out?" Ethan asked sitting at kitchen counter. "I caught him round the back of the house" Adam chipped in. Angelo laughed "They fucked each other as well, turns out it is Matt". "Matt... your ex?" Ethan said astounded looking at Angelo. Angelo nodded "Yes". Adam told Ethan about Matt stalking them and going through the events of the morning, Ethan waved his finger at Adam telling him he knew someone was watching them. Knowing it was Matt didn't seem to bother Ethan that much, but he was laughing his head off when Adam went into detail about how they ended up fucking. Tony arrived to pick Adam up and as he left he turned to Ethan and said he would pick him up at 7.30am on Monday for college. Ethan's heart sank as he would have to go back to educational life until the next break. Angelo and Ethan went out for a run later that afternoon around Harrison, as they entered the house Ethan went up to shower and Angelo saw he had a text message from his sister, she was in the area and would pop round before heading back to the Bronx, the text was nearly an hour old and he was about to text her back when there was a knock at the door. Maria stood on the doorstep and started giving him hell as he hadn't responded to her text, Angelo just laughed and said he was out running and was about to reply. Ethan dried himself off and pulled on some clothes, he was distracted by voices coming from the kitchen. Curious he made his way downstairs. Maria was sat at the counter drinking her coffee, Angelo could see her eyes darting around the kitchen. "How are things going with the company?" She asked Angelo. "Going really well" Angelo saw her eyes move carefully around the kitchen "What are you looking for?". Maria looked at him "Things are out of place Angelo what are you not telling me?" Angelo shook his head and spotted Ethan at the door "Maria this is Ethan, Ethan my sister Maria". Maria turned and looked him up and down and smiled "Hi Ethan". Ethan blushed "Hi, sorry I didn't know you had your sister here". Maria walked over to Ethan and hugged him "So your the one that's stolen my brothers heart". Ethan laughed "Well I think he stole mine first". The three of them went outside and sat by the pool chatting, Ethan and Maria got on and she knew that her brothers recent change was clearly down to Ethan's effect on him. As Maria got ready to leave she turned to Angelo telling him that the rest of the family will want to meet him so you better prepare Ethan for that, Angelo laughed and simply replied one day but not just yet. Angelo walked Maria to her car as he was about to leave. "He is very nice Angelo, but very young" She said looking at him "Are you sure about him?". Angelo nodded "Yes very sure, he looks at me like no one has ever done". Maria kissed him on the cheek "If you love him just promise to be you, be Angelo with him". "Si me hermana" Angelo smiled and kissed her on the cheek and watched her leave.

The anonymous cock in my arse pulls out and I feel a gush of cum follow it, running down my arse crack. I feel for my hole, it feels wide open and semen is dripping out. I collect some on my fingers and taste it, it's a devine taste of cum and my arse juices. A thought flits through my head, I don't know his status and he filled my hole with his seed, then I think but I know I've taken two HVL loads this evening, it hardly matters if he's poz! Devon is still lying next to me. ‘My mate wants a piece of your arse he tells me, ‘his cock is quite special though…’ Mate of Devon's? ‘Is he Poz?’ I ask. ‘Oh yeah, very’ Devon replies, ‘but the special bit is that his cock has a few piercings. I'm sure you could take them, but they can be too much for some guys….’ Shit, I think, if he's asking me first it must be special. I wonder what the piercings might do to my already abraded hole, and he's sure to dump another ‘very poz’ load of semen inside my body. But I've always enjoyed a bit of pain, and I feel totally out-of-it at the moment with the poppers, adrenaline, and the intensity of what I'm doing. ‘Yeah, mate’ I hear myself whisper, ‘I'll do anything tonight.’ I feel Devon’s mouth cover mine and we kiss. I reach for his wondrous cock and find it hard, I think that I need to have him again later. There's a guy the other side of me, he's been running his hands over my chest, squeezing my nipples, working my cock that is still so hard it feels almost ready to split! He is feeling between my arse cheeks, seeking out my hole. ‘This is Shaun’ Devon tells me, ‘My mate..’ I sit up and reach for Shaun’s cock. Devon’s monster may have made me gasp but Shaun’s almost made me run! His cock was equally as long as Devon’s, and it was thick and veiny. But the metalwork that i encountered was something else! I expected a PA, maybe a ring or a barbell. I could feel that Shaun was circumcised, and I felt three thick bars passing through his cock head, each with a polished ball on each end. These were at different angles, creating a star of stainless steel - I could only guess what this would feel like travelling in and out of my arse. Then, as I explored further, I found a series of rings through the skin along the underside of his cock. Thick rings, each with a ball in it, fuck knows how they were put in. The first is about an inch down his shaft from his cock head and there must have been eight of them finishing just before his balls. And to add to this he had barbell piercings along the top of the shaft, I counted six or seven, all with balls on each end! My head was spinning, I wondered what this cock would feel like inside me. And I couldn't imagine what those piercings on the top and bottom of his shaft would feel like passing through my sphincter. I almost decided I couldn't do it, the cock itself would be a stretch, but the piercings, what would they do to my hole? But before I could say no Shaun grabbed me and turned me onto my front, my bare feet on the sticky floor. He pushed me down onto the bench, I found myself laying on my stomach with my arse exposed. ‘Get some poppers mate,’ he told me, ‘you know you want to try it!’ I got the little brown bottle under my nose, closed one nostril and breathed. Deep. Long. Four or five breaths in through one nostril, then the same through the other. My heart raced, my head spun, my cock raged, stiff, trapped under me, my blood coursed through me in excitement. Shit, I knew I was going to let him! Shaun’s cock head was resting in the cleft of my arse, I could feel the cold steel bars between my buttocks. I pressed back against him, the poppers starting to work. I could feel my hole start to stretch. Then I felt his fingers starting to work the bars that cross his cock head through my muscle. One was inside me, then two, then the third. I realised they were so long that they seemed to trap just inside my inner hole, before his engorged bulbus cock head burst through into me. It wasn't really painful as I had been stretched so much earlier, and the three loads of cum were lubing my passage, but it was a weird feeling of the cold steel and the hot meat forcing my muscle to widen as they enter. And, I thought, the hot meat inside my body was a very poz cock. He then started to press more of his cock into me. First I felt the star of steel pushing, pressing, working through my rectum. Hard smooth bars, round steel balls, opening me up so differently than the cocks that went before. I know there are no pain receptors in the rectum, so if it feels uncomfortable what the fuck is that thing doing inside me? But then the first of the rings underneath his cock starts pressing through my sphincter. His thick cock shaft is stretching my muscle to capacity anyway, so this new intrusion stretches my ring, pulls it inward, before the steel ring drags past the muscle, through into my arse. But before the ring is fully in one of the barbell piercings on the top of his cock starts forcing my hole open, reaming past my stretched hole which is forced to open to allow it's passage. And then the next ring piercing scrapes through into me. And so it continues, one at a time the piercings would pull, stretch skin and muscle, force muscle against its will and then pop through. One by one, top then bottom. All of these sensations are driving me wild, and this is just him entering my arse. Slowly his cock head reams its path through my guts - he is taller than me and his cock is smashed against my prostate, the rings rubbing against the sensitive gland. My arse started to feel full again, familiar feelings, Shaun’s cock is filling me to capacity. He reaches the end, I knew that the steel piercings of his cock head were now pressing against the rear of my rectal void, I wondered if it could push through into my intestines the way Devon’s cock head had, but before I could try to move to allow it Shaun began to withdraw. As his shaft moved through my hole all of his shaft piercings pulled out through my sphincters again. I groaned at this sensation, he pulled outside more quickly than he had entered making the feelings more intense. But then, before I could process this, he was pushing back in again! My hole was pummelled, my prostate pounded as he started to fuck in and out of me, the fucking quickly created sensations that were so extreme, they were painful but so erotic. As I snorted more poppers I felt my arse muscles start to spasm. My body was unable to control the stretching being imposed by Shaun's cock and my muscles were struggling to adjust. This, along with the continual massage that my prostate was receiving, rapidly took me toward another orgasm But the anal stimulation being caused by Shaun's fucking prevented me reaching the point of release, thiis was such an intense feeling. My balls were boiling and I wanted to cum so badly but could only concentrate on Shaun's murderous cock head doing its worst inside my rectum, his piercings sawing in and out through my tortured hole, and my muscles trying but failing to clench his thick cock shaft. I tried to reach my cock to wank it but Shaun took hold of my hand and twisted my arm behind my back. His other hand was on my shoulder pinning me to the bench. ‘Just enjoy the fuck, bitch’ he snarled, ‘you don't cum til I let you.’ My cock was trapped, rubbing between my stomach and the edge of the bench, but the rubbing wasn't enough to make me cum. His fucking was now faster, one second my colon felt so full with his cock head bars ramming into my arse wall, then I was empty and my hole felt like it was being turned inside out. His cock was running the full depth of my arse, his shaft piercings being wrenched in and out of my hole, again and again, my prostate being mashed by his meaty pierced shaft. He drove in and out of me, faster, deeper, shagging my hole, grating my ring. Then he reared up, both hands on my buttocks pulling himself higher, his cock driving deeper into me. I felt the familiar feeling deep inside as his cock head hit the same point that Devon had, but the bars through Shaun’s glans made the passage around into my colon more difficult. The deep intrusion hurt, but when I tried to pull against it this caused his cock to travel even deeper. Then the out stroke pulled the metalwork back out, through my colon, the shaft piercings dragging my sphincter out, the rings under his shaft dragging, one at a time, past my prostate. He fucked into my inner opening again and again. Finally I started to cum, but this made my arse clench against the tortuous cock, doubling the sensations that his piercings were producing, causing me to cry out in ecstasy and pain. I tried to stop my arse clenching but that made it worse. He kept fucking, I kept cumming, an intense orgasm that just seemed to open the passage from my balls, cum pouring out of my cock as my arse tried to clench onto his. My cum seemed to last an eternity, and throughout the unrelenting fucking continued. ‘I'm gonna breed you!’ he finally cried, ramming deep into me again. In my head I saw his thick toxic semen spraying into my hole, I imagined the pressure building behind the star of steel before forcing past as a jet of poison, spraying against the soft, mashed and abraded tissues of my intestines. He rammed deep, four, five, six, more, until he eventually collapsed, falling forward onto my back. Spent. I hoped he'd not caused any damage inside my arse, but then thought about the massive load of ‘very poz’ cum that he had just deposited. I'm definitely damaged I thought to myself. He slowly extracted his cock from my arse. He had softened but was still long and thick, I felt every lump and bulge as they left my hole. Once he was out I moved round and leant over to worship his weapon, taking his cock into my mouth, managing to get the pierced head and part of his shaft past my teeth. As I leant over I felt another pair of legs move up to my arse and a long cock slid up my back. Looking behind me I recognised the shape as being Devon. I shook my head but his fingers were in my hole. I stood up. ‘No more, mate’ I tell him, leaning back to kiss him. ‘I'm fucked.’ ‘Come with me’ he replies. Taking my hand he leads me from the darkroom, along the corridor into one of the private booths. On the bench is Bobby, lying on his back, his cock hard in his hand. He looks worse in the light of the booth, his cheeks are sunken, his stomach distended, lesions on his arms, legs, stomach. But his cock is hard as he slowly slides the foreskin back and forth over the head, precum glistening as it drips onto his bony fist. ‘Do you think you could take us both?’ asked Devon. The idea scared me, I'd never been DPd before. Bobby isn't massive, but Devon is. AIDS cock and high viral POZ cock inside me together? Devon hands me my poppers. ‘Have a few breaths of this before you decide…’

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