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PART 10: A HOME RUN WITH THE JOCK I stood up and pointed to the weight bench, where my 22-year-old stud neighbor boy Bryce went and laid on his back, waiting for my next move. I slid his shorts down past his size 8 feet, leaving him naked except for the Adidas running shoes and socks. Those will stay. I knelt beside him and gently began running my tongue up and down his smooth balls and long, skinny shaft, which quickly began to grow despite his obvious nervousness. Bryce laid there silently as I worked him to a full erection in less than a minute. Sure, I could’ve finished him there, but why ruin the moment? “Turn over,” I commanded. Bryce rolled onto his stomach without question, revealing a beautiful bubble ass, mostly smooth except for a fine layer of blond hair around his hole. “Lay still, you’re going to love this, I promise,” I said. With little warning, I spread his cheeks and dove my tongue into his virgin ass. He twitched slightly. “Oh my god, is that your tongue?” he asked. “That feels weird. Holy shit.” I quickly had my tongue deep into the boy’s hole, pushing and prodding as far as I could into his sweaty, musky, beautiful young, virgin butt. After a couple more minutes, and after a few slight moans from my straight jock tenant, it was time to finish the deed. Part of my earlier preparation included stashing a small bottle of lube behind the weights, which I retrieved quickly to lube up my pulsing dick. “If you liked that, you’re going to like this even better,” I said as I knelt over his ass and lined up my raw, dripping poz cock against his little negative hole. I began to push and felt the head slip inside his body. “Aaaaaaaahhh fuck, what are you doing, man?” he said, squirming. He didn’t quite try hard enough to get away, telling me that maybe he wasn’t entirely opposed to his deflowering. But he certainly wasn’t expecting this. “I can’t do this man, I’m not gay, no way,” he said, turning his head and trying to see how much of my cock had invaded him. Even as he protested, I continued my slow push inside him until I was about halfway in. The tightness and resistance of his hole against my thick poz tool assured me that I was ripping this kid’s negative ass to shreds. He’s going to feel this tomorrow. “You can handle this, son, I know you can,” I assured him. “Especially if you want your rent forgiven this month. All of it.” “Fuck,” he said quietly. “Fuck.” Bryce just laid there on the weight bench with his muscled arms flexing behind his head, his eyes facing downward to the concrete floor as I escalated my assault into the kid’s bubble ass. Once I was all the way in and stopped, I heard another “Fuuuck” come from the boy, probably as the tip of my mushroom head began to knock at his prostate. But he said nothing else. In and out, in and out, I pulled and pushed my cock into the jock’s hole. It wasn’t long before I saw the red streaks mixed with lube coating my cock. This kid’s hole was in bad shape now – and pretty much guaranteed to accept my poison. Sure enough, within a minute, I was erupting into the kid, filling this hot baseball hunk’s little ass with enough unmedicated poison to knock up him and his whole team. It seemed to take forever for my cock to finish milking seed into this kid. Once it finally did, I slid out and lifted myself off the bench and off my downstairs tenant. “Feel good?” I asked. Bryce took a few seconds to reply, still laying on his stomach. “It hurt like fuck,” he said. “I mean ... guess it wasn’t so bad once I got used to it. I saw two of my teammates in college fuck one time in the lockerroom. The way they were moaning and going at it, it sounded like they were liking it. I guess I kinda wondered what the big deal was.” Bryce lifted himself up into a seated position on the bench. I was hoping my cum wasn’t leaking out onto the bench – I wanted every drop of it to stay inside the kid. “It’ll feel better next time,” I said. I laughed, and I saw him break a crooked grin at that comment. I had a feeling that “next time” was practically guaranteed, especially with the prospect of free rent danging in front of him. Bryce stood and pulled his shorts back on over his semi-hard cock. Neither of us said much after that as we re-racked the weights and pushed the bench against the wall. I thanked him for the workout. “You’re welcome, any time,” he said, walked toward his door. I went back upstairs to my place and saw that I had a text message waiting for me on my phone. It was from Joe, that 40-something muscle bear wrestler who had beaten both Cody and Ashton into a pulp at my recent events. “Hey boss,” Joe’s message read. “You free for a beer? We should talk. Looks like we have some things in common.”

I have a few trips this month with SAT and SEA layovers. I reached out to a guy in SAT that I've played with before, but hadn't seen him in 3 years. He was very eager to get together again, and we set up 2 fuck dates on days that work best with his schedule. On Tuesday he showed up to my hotel at 4:15. He was even more handsome than I remembered. We chatted for a little bit before we started making out. We got undressed and made out a lot more, touching and feeling each other. He's one of those guys that I mesh with VERY well when kissing. Eventually it was time to fuck. We were in a multitude of positions, but when it came time for him to cum, he wanted me on my back. After he blew his load, he collapsed on top of me panting, and I'm milking his cock with my ass like crazy. He stayed hard, and I started squeezing his dick has hard and as fast as I could with my hole. His eyes got really wide, and he said "holy shit!". Just from squeezing his dick, he came again. Again he collapsed on top of me and said, "I don't know what magic you have in your ass, but that's NEVER happened before." I've never had a top do that before either, but it was pretty cool. Eventually we got dressed and went for a bite to eat. We're both looking forward to next time. A few days before this trip, I'd been chatting with a daddy In Seattle on BBRT. We exchanged numbers and were texting pretty frequently. His profile said he was 8", all top, and able to give multiple loads. I asked him to define "multiple loads". His reply was 5-7. HuhWhoWhat??? Now I'm very intrigued of course! We decided to meet up at my hotel. He arrived just a bit late, he had to park kind of far from the hotel. We got up to my room and we started kissing...he's a horny top but he does like to kiss, and he's very good at it. We clicked well. He was horny and the foreplay was fairly short so he grabbed the lube and slowly slid his 8" in balls deep. He's pretty verbal, I heard a lot of "take that daddy dick" and "you want to be my personal cum dump?" I usually don't care one way or the other if they're verbal or not, but honestly this was pretty hot. To make along story short, I'll just say he fucked me 6 times and he came 6 times in 90 minutes. I'm not sure how much actual cum was involved, but he did make my hole nice and sloppy that's for sure. I took 3 loads on my back, one doggy, and one just bent over the bed, him just using me (LOVE that). I'm definitely up for meeting him again, and he said he was too. He said he plays well with others, and I'd love to be in a group with him. I plan on suggesting it on an upcoming trip. On a side note, last weekend I had a PHX layover and met up with the "Scruff" guy. He didn't tell me beforehand, but he had a stomach ache and wasn't feeling great. I went over and spent the night, but no sex...I ate dinner (he skipped), and we watched TV. It was a nice relaxing evening.

He can fill my tank too

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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.”

Be advised that the username you choise for yourself can be arbitrarily invalidated by BBRT staff, and your account access shut down, at any time. I am no longer ErosWired on BBRTS. This evening, just as I was starting hosting, my QuickConnect ad disappeared, my account access stopped, I got a message asking what I had disliked about their service (the kind you get when you drop a service) and then a notice telling that my username had been canceled at my request. It gave a code and said to call support with the code to reinstate the account. The woman I spoke to informed me that their new filter snagged on my username, which I have held on BBRTS for years, because it contains the word ‘wired’, now apparently considered a drug reference. No, the fact that I had had the username there for years didn’t matter. No, I couldn’t provide a modified spelling for ‘wired’ like ‘wyred’ or ‘w1red’. No, it didn’t matter that I had just paid for a six-month premium subscription. The only alternative I was given was to change my username to something else. When I expressed how inconvenient that is because I use the same identity across multiple services, she replied, “It’s just a word,”... and then hung up on me. When I finally got back on again after a long wait, I didn’t try to argue - I just changed my username to ErosElectronica temporarily until I can decide what better to do. But beware - if the drug-using crowd decides to co-opt any more common English words, your online identity may not be safe either. Oh, and you drug partiers who use ‘wired’ to describe your illicit actions - fuck you very much. 🤨

It was a normal Sunday. The sun was out. The weather was nice. Just a really nice day out overall. Got to thinking, I should really go out. Called up some friends, rolled some blunts and I was off. Sunday Funday it is! Got to the bar, the usual, packed crowds and awesome music. Was high as hell when I got there. Kept ordering drink after drink, was getting pretty tipsy. At one point I took some M. This is were things get a little fuzzy. So, my friend pops out some blow. I don’t usually do it, but at this point I’m wasted and the drunk me just took control. Needless to say, I ended up taking a few lines in the bathroom. Time to go home. Or so I thought. I ended up at the baths. Don’t know how lol but here I am , walking around in my towel. I lose my footing a bit, when I feel a hand around my waist. Now this guy is cute. He starts kissing me. Pulls me into this stall. Little did I realize that it was a glory hole. He starts to get a little aggressive. Pushes me down on my knees and sticks his cock in my mouth. I feel his hands on my head. Thrusting me up and down. Feeding me his cock. Inch by inch. He says to me, “Yeah, that’s a good boy. You should be more careful walking around here all by yourself.” He thrusted his cock again into my mouth. I could feel it in the back of my throat. He’s getting harder. “Anyone can just snag you up.” With that he pick me back up, turned me around and stuck a finger in my ass. I wince in pleasure. “Yeah, this ass is mine. You like that?” I heard him lock the door. Next thing, I’m getting fucked. His cock is in me. I can feel him. “Yeah. This is what you wanted boy. This is my ass now.” He fucked me harder. I was moaning loud. I could hear other guys cheering on. Cheering him on. My ass was his. He load me up. “Yeah boy. You feel that load in your ass. Trip on that.” Here I was getting fucked in the bathhouse gloryholes. I should have been more careful. to be continued.

I have always been mostly a top, but in the last 2-3 years I have started to discovering how good it is also to bottom. And also, I have always been attracted by black boys. One day, looking around in internet for a fuck buddy, I came across this black boy living in Milan. I send him a message, and I got his reply... he wanted to meet! That was good enough for me, so I picked-up my car drove to Milan, (about 60 km from where I live) to meet him. He was originally from Senegal, about 36, which makes him three years older than am I. We talked a little bit, and we drank something, but I want him to show me his assets, so I asked "When did you fuck last time?" "About 20 days ago, and I am quite horny." I had no time to think an answer or do something. As soon as he finished his words, he took my right hand and put it on his jeans and then start to kiss me. I feel something very big behind the pants, but I was concentrating on kissing him. Then we started to disrobe, and finally I was all naked and only his underwear was keeping me away from his cock. Wow! When I looked down, his underwear was almost exploding for the big meat hidden within. It looked as if his cock was trying to break through his shorts, which were soaked with his pre-cum. I slid-down the last barrier, and started to give him the blowjob he deserved. As I pumped his big black monster with my mouth, it seemed (if possible) that it was growing even bigger! Finally, after almost loosing my breath and dislocating my jaw to suck him, I stop and said to him.... "I am sorry, but I am not a good bottom and I have started to take cocks only recently. I do not think I can take it all." He replied that it was not a problem, that I could continue with the blowjob, that for him it was good enough. So I went back at his black dick, that was oozing more and more pre-cum. And then, it happen... I do not know why, but while I was sucking I feel a little drop of piss mixed with his pre-cum. That was my "no return" moment. I lost all my fears, I became a slut and stopped sucking because I knew I wanted his dick in me. Not realizing the decision I had reached, the guy began an apology for the piss, but I didn't give him time to finish his words. I mounted his cock, and began to work it against my hole, rubbing my ass cheeks against his hard meat. Realizing, at this point, that we were 'on the same page', so to speak, he pushed me down on the floor and started to caress my hole with his monster, which still oozed huge drops of pre-cum, and he grunted "Are you ready to feel my black love?" And then he pushed against my hole. The tip of his cock went in, but it was extremely painful. Even so he didn't stop, and he grunted "I have no condoms here honey, and more than that I want to make you pregnant with my seed". His words make me forgot the pain, and his dick was sliding in more and more. The pain was going away, and I started to feel pleasure in his fucking. Unluckily he did not last long, probably because he hadn't had sex for some time. After a few hard thursts, I started to feel my hole becoming hotter and hotter, and at the same moment he collapsed on me. He had cum. Wow! That was a hot fuck !

Part 1: Six months ago, my husband went on a business trip to Boston. I was left home alone, and found myself surfing through BBRT. As I start to chat with people around me, someone invited me to have a little fun with him. I got myself in the shower and cleaned myself inside and out. I wanted to fully enjoy a long session. I found myself shaking in excitement. When I got to his place, I called the number he provided me. On the third ring, I heard a deep, "Hello?" I piped up and said, "Hi this is Drew, we chatted on BBRT." He responded with,"Hey, you infront of the building?" "Yep." "I'll be right there, just give me a sec." I waited for what it seemed like 15 minuets. I looked up at the grey sky and realized it was going to rain soon. As I started to get a little worried I got stood up, a guy appeared from the door. He looked like his picture, 35, 6'3, very dark skin, almost like melted chocolate, with a strong build. He welcomed me with a kiss, somewhat surprising me. He said, "Cool, wana come up?" I perked up and said, "Yes, totally." He said, "My first time with a cute little asian guy." I blushed a little, this was the first time someone ever called me a little asian. I stand at 6 feet tall, decent build. I felt my little pucker flinch as he said that. This dark man was about to take me and treat me like a piece of meat. We get to his front door, and he welcomes me in. It was a beautiful apartment, with high windows. He invited me to sit down in his living room, and noticed there was a glass pipe. He sat down and started to light it up, and I saw the white smoke slowly come out of the bulb at the end of the pipe. I used to party more when I was in my early twenties, and now in my early thirties, I haven't partied with anyone. As he inhaled deeply, he looked at me and pointed to his lips. I took a moment there and realized I had two options. Either I could leave and just head home, or I could let him kiss me and breath in the white smoke. I sat on his sofa looking at this black god, and I leaned in. I opened my mouth and sealed out lips together, as he exhaled I inhaled as smoothly as possible. Not to lose a single wisp coming out of his mouth. At the end of his breath he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and I reciprocated. We lingered onto each others lips as if were hungry. I exhales the white smoke he fed me as we were kissing. I felt my body tingle from excitement and passion. He then pulled himself off of me and took another hit. Again we shotgunned and made out three time. I was flying at this point, and he told me to lay down as smoke myself up. As I lit the pipe I felt his hands pull my pants off of me. As I drew in the first hit, I felt his strong warm tongue in between my cheeks. On top of being high this made me moan a little holding the hit in my lungs. I spread my legs open to give him better access. He then took his head and told me to take another hit, and this time just enjoy the feeling. As I felt the smoke enter my lungs, I felt him eat out my hole. The tina started to work one me. My hole started to get hungry, and I moaned for more. As he finished eat my hole wet he said,"we are going to have fun tonight, just relax." I moaned, "do whatever you want with me." He said, "do you want all of me?" I moaned, "yes, please" At that moment I felt his finger enter my hole, and it burned. That is when I knew I got booty bumped, and this was going to be a fun night.

I grew up as a fan of pro wrestling. Maybe it was the theatrics of it all that appealed to me, or maybe the fact that it featured oiled-up muscle guys in skimpy lycra that helped me figure out at a young age I was gay. Whatever the reason, after years of watching it, I decided to get into the business side of it. For the past few years, I’ve owned and operated a pro wrestling company -- we scout and hire talent, rent the venues, sell the tickets, find sponsors, and hold events. I do this monthly, have a few friends and staff (all straight, as best I can tell) who help behind the scenes, and we make decent money from it in the process. Most of our events draw about 500 screaming, rabid, loyal fans. Yes, it’s all staged, but it’s a good time, the participants are genuine athletes, and they take it seriously. A lot of the younger ones – usually the ones in their late teens or early 20s – aspire to make wrestling a full-time job, reach the big-time (i.e. WWE), and wrestle in places like Madison Square Garden with millions of people watching them on TV. For these younger guys, they’re willing to sacrifice a lot to get a shot. They train hard, and they’re in the gym every day – and their bodies show it. Some of them really will do anything to get their shot, which is good for me and for them. Quickly, a little about me: I’m 51, white, 6-2, 190 lbs., graying hair, decent shape with decent looks and a thick, meaty cock. I came out about 15 years ago, and a poz leather daddy acquaintance of mine converted me about 5 years ago. I wasn’t chasing, and I hadn’t planned for it to happen, but once Daddy had me on my back with my legs over his shoulders, I felt powerless to stop him from breeding me. I came down with the fuck flu, and after briefly going on meds, I gave them up within a few months. I assume my viral load at this point is sky-high, which is how I intend to keep it for a while. After going off meds, I felt a transformation sexually: I went from being a vers guy with an average sex drive to being a power-hungry bareback top who stops at nothing to breed cute young guys (my weakness is the jock, college-boy type with a daddy fetish). The power of infecting a young, healthy jock is more of a rush than any drug out there. They usually either assume I’m neg and/or insist on a condom, which magically either breaks, slips off, or never even leaves the wrapper. Oops. I figure I’ve pozzed several of these naïve boys so far, and it fuels my need to find more. It turns out that the business of pro wrestling is the perfect place for it. When booking the wrestling talent for my events, I try to feature a good mix that will please the crowd and sell tickets: usually a couple of bigger, brawler types; maybe a couple of females; one or two silly, quirky types; and a few of the young, fit, boy-next-door gym bunny 20-somethings to appeal to the gays and the girls. Variety is good for ticket sales. Some of the wrestlers know I’m gay, but most probably don’t. I just don’t talk about it, and I don’t do much to make it obvious. I’ve also steered clear of being overtly flirtatious at my events, although I’m sure some of the wrestlers have caught my eyes lingering a little too long when they’re changing clothes, and I’ve been known to occasionally give away a free ticket to the particularly hot guys standing in the ticket line. But most definitely, none of them know I’m poz and carrying a potent, toxic virus ready to be shared at any moment. One of my favorites on the roster is Cody. He’s a naïve country boy who lives about an hour away, and he loves working with our company and often comes to me for advice on how to improve himself and make it to the big-time. I’ve earned his trust by working together for a while, and I’ve felt almost like a father figure to this kid since I’ve started working with him. He’s 19, single, straight, and clearly proud of his tanned, athletic body. Probably half of his pics on social media are either shirtless or gym selfies. At 5-9 and roughly 180 pounds, he looks god-like in his tight wrestling trunks, and even better post-match when he’s dripping sweat. His brown hair, amazing green eyes, and smooth, tanned, toned body make the girls and gays swoon. He’s the rare type who makes clingy spandex look good. Cody is desperate to work full-time as a wrestler and get his face in front of WWE scouts. The fact that I actually have connections to a couple of those scouts is a big, big plus for my exploits, and I made it clear to Cody that if he plays his cards right, I could put in a very good word for him and get him a tryout in front of some big-time names. I could make his dream of being on TV come true. After seeing him wrestle and lusting after him at one of my recent events, and seeing how his ass gloriously filled out his tight black trunks (with a white jock strap peeking out the sides at times), I decided to see exactly how badly he wanted that tryout and my recommendation. I asked him to come to the venue early for the next event so we could discuss his future. He accepted eagerly. As some of the crew was setting up the ring and getting things in place, Cody arrived at the venue with his gym bag in hand and found me near a set of bleachers. Wide-eyed and freshly pumped from a gym session, he was eager to hear my advice on furthering his career. We walked to the locker room (still empty for another hour or so) and stepped into an adjacent storage room, where we found two chairs. I arranged them so that we’d be facing each other, and we began to chat. His gold, mesh gym shorts and white t-shirt showed off his tan muscled legs, broad shoulders, and athletic chest, and I tried to not stare. Besides, I’d be seeing him naked within minutes.

I went to the beach a few days ago. Nudist beach with a bit of a reputation that a guy might meet some other friendly guys... I went in the middle of the day, though, so I mainly expected a nice swim in the sea and some sunshine, but hey... You never know what might happen if you, quite literally, put your arse out there... I find it quite exciting to be naked in public when I know it's in a place where it can't disturb anybody, so I had a bit of a semi on as I walked from my towel down to the beach, with some nice swinging action from my cock - and that, of course, was not really what I wanted to advertise, but it was what drew the attention of a man who later came over to the little nook in the dunes where I was laying. *sigh* So I let him suck my cock for a bit, and also sucked a bit on his rather tempting cock, but he made it quite clear that he was not interested in a) fucking without a condom, b) being the top or c)... Actually after the first two I didn't really care about the rest. Shame... Waste of a good cock - but it was tasty! So after sucking me for a while and letting me suck a load out of his cock he left again, and I resigned myself to just enjoying the warm weather and the sun on my arse! But... And there's always hope for a "but", isn't there? After a while another man did indeed come along! He made a few polite comments on the weather - to establish whether I was interested in his attentions, I assume - and then he knelt down and started caressing my buttocks. I kind of knew things would be all right from that point! 😄 Because he seemed absolutely focused on my arse. He did reach under me and grabbed my hard cock shortly, but since I didn't really respond as well to that as to his hands on my arse and a finger on my hole, he soon let go and didn't bother with it again. He asked me if I had condom and lube - and I replied I had both if he needed it, but that would be up to him. Well, his response was to spread my buttocks and start rimming me, so that gave me hope. My crack was still damp from the sea, and he definitely added to the moisture, tonguing me fiercely and slobbering spit all over and in my hole! So yeah, I was as ready as I could be when he finally pressed the head of his cock against my hole and... Well, you know how it goes; he fucked me, I moaned and whimpered, he shot his load in me, I sighed with satisfaction and he got up and left! It wasn't VERY quick, but of course a fuck in public is rarely very long, either. It was VERY satisfactory, though, and after he left I remained on my towel with spread legs, allowing the sun to dry the streaks of cum that had leaked from my hole. Eventually I went for a last dip in the sea to rinse off the cum streaks, and then I returned to my towel to get dressed, walk back to my car and generally feel quite, quite satisfied with my afternoon on the beach.

Posted on Doublelist for this morning after no one on Grindr was serious about meeting. Got hit up by a bbc top who lives 45 minutes away. I was headed out anyway, so I said sure, let's connect. I just had a feeling he was serious so I douched and waited for him to arrive. Finally I got the message: "Parking." I went to the building door to let him in and lead him to my new spot. He seemed a bit nervous, but followed me. Once we got inside he dropped his pants to reveal a monster. He had said 10 inches but come on, those are usually "Craigslist inches!" Not this guy. And he hadn't told me how thick it was, either! I knew I was going to have to work for that load, but I felt up to the task. I took off my shorts and dropped to my knees. I swallowed that giant dick down my throat as far as I could. He sighed and started pumping away in my mouth as I felt him get longer and harder. While I was on my knees, I slathered some lube on my hungry hole. When I determined that he was ready, I slathered some on his dick as well, then turned around and braced myself against the wall. I felt the pressure as he pushed that massive slab of meat into my hole, and for a moment I didn't think it would fit, before POP! The head was in. I ignored the pain and pushed back as he slid his entire length into my guts. Nervousness gone, he pounded my hole as I tried to be quiet. We were in a semi-public place, after all, and there were families in the apartments nearby! He grabbed my hips and his pace quickened, then he stood still and gasped as I felt his cock spasming in my hole. Spent, he pulled out and I spun around and dropped to my knees to clean him off. Delicious! We dressed and he seemed in a hurry to get out of there. Not sure if I'll see him again, but I'll keep his number for the first time I can get a motel room. I need more of that dick!!!

Of course, there are restrictions.

Daddy’s Cuntboy – A continuation Part 20 Feeling Daddy’s piss drenching us, boy released my cunt lips. “Awww Fuck...” he growled and moved to take on the torrent coming from Daddy. “Fuck yeah! Take Daddy’s piss!” I yelled, seeing his complete acceptance of his need for piss now fulfilled. “Fucking piss skin!” I moaned as the piss splashed against boy’s now shaven scalp and realizing it would remain that way, his transformation had begun. Eagerly, he moved to Daddy’s cock. Taking the cock in his mouth, boy held the ring with his teeth. His lips quickly surrounded the meaty cockhead and closed in around the glans. My own throat began to spasm watching boy’s throat take the golden piss down. “Take it! Take it!” Daddy repeated until the torrent of chem piss trickled out of his shaft and stopped. With the piss craving now firmly imprinted in him, boy turned to our alpha. “Fucking feed me, puppy!” Crawling to puppy, boy’s mouth remained open... indicating his thirst was nowhere satiated. “GRRRRRR!” puppy growled. Going into alpha dog mode, puppy raised his right leg and indicated boy to feed. “Take that fucking dog chem piss,” Daddy commanded as the piss began to escape puppy’s cock with an increasing force. “Fucking feed me,” boy begged, reaching with his mouth to the stream of piss escaping the folds of skin surrounding puppy’s cock. With the piss splashing my piss beta’s face, I began to cry out. “Fucking taste that piss! Fucking feel your body being filled with it. You’re gonna fucking sweat piss now!” I yelled, remembering the first time I fed on my alpha’s piss and I felt my cunt juices start to trickle from my cunt and down over my ball sac. Raising his head to meet the stream of piss, boy moved to take every last drop. “Fucking piss pig!” puppy barked out as he moved his cock side-to-side in a teasing motion. Following the stream, boy began to slip and fall on the piss slick floor. “That’s it! Fucking work for it pig!” Daddy snarled. Like a parched animal in the desert, boy continued, desperately trying to keep upright while taking every drop released from puppy’s uncut cock. Seeing boy’s true nature finally revealed, puppy allowed him full access and boy took him into his mouth. “Taste your alpha’s piss.” The feeding continued until the last of his bladder’s contents exited. Removing his cock from boy’s hungry mouth, he shook the final beads of piss over boy’s open mouth. “There’s a couple of drops left.” puppy sneered, holding his cock before boy’s mouth. Without hesitation, boy took puppy’s cock into his mouth and began to wipe the final remains with his tongue. Giving me a wink, puppy laughed down at boy, “Yeah... you’re hooked.” as he slapped boy’s cheek and withdrew his cock. Suddenly, I felt my Daddy’s slick cock at my cunt, pushing into me. “Please! Daddy!” I begged, feeling my cunt expand and welcome the ringed shaft. My head swam as the feeling of Daddy pumping in my cunt increased. Grabbing the back of my harness and pulling me up, Daddy growled. “Fucking cunt... nothing but a fucking cunt now.” Feeling my back now on resting on his pecs, I moaned. “Fuck yes! Daddy’s cunt!” I could feel his lips biting my neck and shoulders. “Fucking cunt!” I continued, the force of his cock sending waves through the walls of my cunt. “My fucking cunt!” he continued, reaching around and stroking my limp cock. “Fucking useless crystal dick,” he laughed and moved down to my engorged sac. “Yeah cunt. I knew you’d like this. Fucking beautiful freak.” he said, before he pushed me back down on all fours. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the moment as the fucking continued until I felt a tongue worm its way into my mouth. I responded, grasping it with my lips and opened my eyes. Releasing the tongue, I took in boy’s beautiful green eyes as he sat back. I reached out, my hands moving up his thighs, holding myself steady as pounding of my cunt continued. My right hand moved to his leaking cock and I began to jack the beautiful shaft. “Aww, Fuck! Work my cock!” I heard him yell. Grasping it tightly, I moved my hand up and down in a twisting motion. “Fucking cock,” I repeated... “I need cock!” until his shaft began to pulse and my hands overflowed with the hot cum streaming out his piss slit. Gathering it in my cupped hand, I reached behind his ball sac, smeared it over his cunt lips and began work the hot cum into his cunt. “Fucking cunt freak!” boy growled, feeling my fingers invading his cunt. “Fucking feel my cunt!” My hand continued... “Shit!” I thought... wanting to feel the inside of boy’s cunt. Before I knew it, he quickly turned and presented his cunt and I pushed my tongue in to feed on his cunt juices now mixed with his own load. “Fuck!” boy pushed harder, my mouth now chewing on his slightly distended cunt lips. “Eat my cunt!” Then, with a sudden jerk, he was pulled back, his cunt juices smeared over my face and running down my chin. I looked up and saw puppy hold boy by the collar and connect a leash. “On the sling, boy!” puppy yelled, pulling him to the sling on all fours. Moaning, boy obediently obeyed and followed behind until they reached the leather sling. “Up,” puppy ordered and boy awkwardly attempted to get on the sling. “On your back, boy... lay back.” Nodding, boy turned and settled onto the sling, his cunt prominently displayed on the edge. Silently, puppy grabbed his right wrist and secured it to the chain. Restraining the remaining wrist, he signaled Daddy that boy was ready. Daddy walked between his legs, rubbing his massive cock against boy’s cunt lips. “Fucking piss boy...” Daddy snarled, his hand reaching for boy’s left tit. “Ahhhh!” boy screamed in shock from the intense pain inflicted by Daddy’s fingernails gripping the sensitive soft flesh. “Show him your tits, cunt!” Daddy ordered as his other hand grasped boy’s right tit and boy’s screaming intensified. I rushed to boy’s side. Pushing my pecs up, my hard... thick tits were now prominently displayed in front of me. “Yeah fucking cunt freak... that what you called him, boy?!” Increasing the pressure, boy screamed from the pain, Daddy continued... “Look at them!! Open your fucking eyes and look!” Turning, boy struggled to open his eyes until he was able to focus on my tits. “That was my decision... boy and I will decide what happens to you. Remember that.” Daddy grunted, shoving his cock deep into boy’s cunt in one thrust. “UUUUUUHHHH!!” boy grunted at the sudden assault. “Take it! Take your Daddy’s cock up your cunt!” Daddy yelled as he pulled completely out and rammed himself back into boy. With every thrust, boy’s grunts grew deeper in tone... his desire for cock overcoming everything. I stood there watching as the copious amounts of precum oozed out of boy’s piss slit and coated the cockhead. “Go on cunt! Feed.” Daddy sneered, seeing my eyes fixed on the thick pale cock releasing the clear fluids and I gulped down boy’s cock to the hilt. An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped boy’s mouth as my mouth cunt began to feed. Daddy’s hard thrusts continued as I steadied myself against the jerking motions by holding onto boy as best I could, my hands slipping from the wet sheen of piss sweat emanating from his body. “Whadda think, boy. You ready for another slam?” Daddy grunted, his crotch slamming against boy’s cunt lips as my wet cunt mouth completely held boy’s cock. “Fuck yeah!” boy yelled... I continued working on the cock. Daddy smiled, “Yeah? Fucking insatiable pig” he leered. “Get a good one ready, cunt” he ordered me. Reluctantly releasing boy’s still leaking cock, I moved to the table and prepared a large hit. Walking back, boy stared at me as I held the syringe. “Fuck yeah! Gonna have you flying now!” I growled and I placed the rig down and strapped his bicep. Prepping his vein, I grabbed the rig and inserted. Pulling the register, I growled and shoved the meth in, “Fucking piss pig...” The coughing began as Daddy’s cock slammed against boy’s cunt. “OH FUCK!” boy yelled, the chems now flowing through his body and taking over. “Yeah, fucker...” Daddy continued pounding... “Fucking hungry cunt... Tell me what you need, boy!” A rush of images flashed though boy’s mind.... the moment he met Daddy in person... the first time he felt Daddy’s cock in his mouth. “OH FUCK!” boy moaned; the images continued until they focused on me. “YES!” boy yelled out as the sight of my wrecked cunt lips emerged. “FIST!” boy yelled... “I NEED FIST!” Daddy laughed, intensifying his assault. “PLEASE!” boy continued as his cunt took the continued pummeling until Daddy released a roar as his cock released a torrent of hot spunk deep within boy’s cunt. Pulling out his slimy cock out, Daddy signaled to me as boy stared at the dripping cock that had just been inside his cunt... covered in cum and cunt juices. I immediately fell to my knees and crawled to him. Taking his cock in my mouth cunt, I took it in and tasted his cum mixed with boy’s cunt juices. “FUCK YES!” Daddy roared as I began to worship his cock. “FIST!” boy pleaded and I released Daddy’s cock... knowing the ecstasy that boy would experience. Spread eagled, boy continued to beg for Daddy’s fist. I watched as Daddy grabbed the tub of laced lube and began to cover his hand with a thick layer. “Get over here cunt.” Daddy snarled as he held out the tub to me. “Shove some of this inside.” I hesitated for a second. “Yeah cunt. I know.” Daddy said, acknowledging that he had seen the look on my face when I was fingering boy’s cunt. “Fucking cunt... you deserve this... but remember... you’re the fucking omega here... fucking cunt freak,” and he winked. Groaning, I took a handful of the chemmed lubed and began to cover boy’s cunt lips. My slippery fingers continued to work their way past his cunt lips, shoving the lube deeper into his cunt. “OH FUCK!” boy moaned as his cunt began to burn form the heavily laced lube. The feeling was incredible! All I wanted was to cover myself in the lube and crawl inside boy... to feel his cunt walls surround my body. “Ok cunt, that’s enough.” Daddy said, pulling my hand away from the now slick cunt. The hunger in boy increased... “Please give me your fist, Daddy.” boy pleaded as Daddy’s fingers began to work boy’s cunt lips. Slowly, Daddy slipped two fingers up boy’s cunt. “More, Daddy, please,” boy moaned. Smiling, Daddy nodded and began invading his boy’s cunt with the remaining digits in a steady, slow push. “AAAHHH!” boy groaned; the intense feeling of his cunt being stretched and overtaking him. His knuckles surrounded by boy’s cunt lips and Daddy steadied himself at the entrance. “You ready, boy?” he asked. Nodding, boy surrendered, letting out a scream as Daddy’s hand forced it way into his cunt. "OH FUUUCCCKK!" My beta yelled as his cunt lips wrapped around our Daddy’s wrist. “YEAH, PIG!” TAKE YOUR FUCKING DADDY’S FIST!” he shouted. My alpha and I watched, as our Daddy took total control of boy... “I fucking own you now, pig,” he snarled as he began to gently push more of the chem lube around his wrist and into boy’s cunt. HIs hands moved slowly moved forward and back inside the hungry cunt, preparing boy for the intense sessions that were to come. “You like that, boy?” he asked. “Ah fuck, yes! Fist my cunt!” boy responded, squirming against the fist. Daddy’s fist continued to explore boy’s cunt in a slow steady movement, consuming boy as the fingertips made their way around the hot moist walls of his cunt. “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” boy continued to babble uncontrollably, as the nerve endings embedded in his cunt walls sparked with stimulation. Keeping his eyes on boy, Daddy held out his other hand and puppy smiled. Quickly, he went to the toy shelf. Grabbing a short metal chain connecting two tit clamps, he placed it in his mouth and crawled back to Daddy’s side. “Fucking pup,” Daddy growled, taking the chain by one of the clamps. While opening his hand within boy’s cunt, Daddy grabbed boy’s right tit and placed the clamp roughly on the tit. “SHIT YES!” boy screamed as he felt Daddy release the clamp and clip the other on his left tit. “YES!” I yelled, hearing boy’s reaction to the intense torture being inflicted on his tits. I then knew boy’s tits would be part of this transformation. Slowly Daddy continued, his fist refusing to release boy’s cunt as he pulled on the chain now painfully gripping his tits. As boy’s surrender to fist continued, I felt puppy’s hand move to grab my bicep and tightly wrap a strap around it. “Fucking, crystal whore.” he snarled in my ear and slammed me as I kept my eyes on the scene in front of us. “Motherfucker!” I yelled, feeling the slam suddenly rush through me. “Yeah, fucker!” puppy, snarled as he pushed me down on all fours and shoved his cock into my cunt. My body was on fire now... the slam still growing in intensity and I surrendered to puppy’s pounding. As a low guttural moan escaped my mouth cunt, an animalistic hunger took over and I couldn’t voice the pleasures my body was feeling... my body was in sensory overload. The onslaught continued... Then, I felt puppy cock begin to spasm and twitch. “CUNT!” puppy howled as he pulled out and shoved his cock into my mouth cunt. A stream of cum erupted from his cock and I swallowed and swallowed, taking it down my gullet without taking a breath. With the last spurt down my throat, I took a breath and fell to the floor exhausted. After a while, Daddy slowly began to withdraw. “NO!” boy pleaded, working the sling forward to again impale himself on the first fist his cunt had taken. Cleaning boy’s cunt slime off his hand, Daddy laughed, “Fucking pig, begging for fist! Don’t worry, boy. You’ll be getting Daddy’s fist again.” Holding the slimed towel, he tossed it on boy’s head. “Don’t even think it!” he ordered as he wiped the slime over boy’s face, covering it in a slick sheen. “I got a nice load of chem piss,” Daddy chuckled and pushed boy onto his cock and started to piss. Surprised, boy started choking on the piss until he came to his senses and began moaning as he attempted to take it all down his throat. Soon, the piss started flowing around his mouth and Daddy pulled out and let the chem piss shoot over boy’s pecs and onto his cock and balls. “Fuck yes!” I growled, seeing the stream of piss wash over boy’s body, creating a wet sheen that permeated the room with an acrid salty stench. With the last few drops of piss coming from his cock, Daddy smiled as boy reveled in his degradation. “Good boy,” he nodded, releasing boy’s ankles from their restraints. “Let’s begin.” Not knowing what Daddy was referring to, boy remained quiet... a quizzical look on his face. Pulling the rubber jock down boy’s legs, Daddy simply stated, “I told you I decide.” and walked over to the shelf, pulled down a small wooden box and placed it on boy’s abdomen. Opening the box, he pulled out a magnetic stainless-steel oval ball stretcher and held it up as he separated it into two pieces. I gasped... knowing. Placing them on back in the box, Daddy took hold of boy’s ball sac and pulled... boy groaned from the pressure. “Fucking low hangers, boy.” Daddy chuckled, placing a rubber ring above his balls with a snap. “ARGH!” boy grunted as Daddy then pulled the sac further and placed the skin of his sac into the larger ring section and secured the other half with a metallic clank. “This is 18 ounces. It should be good to start.” Daddy laughed and released the weight, causing boy to grunt from the increased weight now pulling on his sac. Motioning to puppy and me, we crawled to Daddy’s side. “This is boy.” he simply stated and we took in the sight of our new member. Not the naïve boy who first entered the dungeon, but now a rubbered-up piss craving skin who was spread-eagled with his ball sac stretched to its limit, tits red from the tightly gripping clamps and a newly fisted cunt.

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So I've not met anyone for weeks and a client rings me and asks to meet. He's been a couple of times before. He's oriental- not sure where his roots are but he's English born. This guy is really hot; amazing body, lovely thick uncut cock and his pubes are straight naturally which was strange but nice too. He had a six pack and hard pecs covered in light hair. He's pretty vanilla and usually just wanks and sucks. This time was so hot. He was super sexy as he'd been working from home for weeks and his body was tanned really dark all over from the freaky British heatwave we had. His torso was amazing with the Vs accentuated. I was instantly hard. After massaging him I went to kiss but he doesn't like to. So I sucked him and he got rock hard then got between my legs and sucked me. Whilst he did that he started playing with my arsehole. I was surprised as he's never into anal either way. I am super tight as I've not been fucked for months. I tell him to go easy as I'm tight. He spits on a finger and carries on sliding it in whilst sucking me. He gives great head and I relax. But he wants more access and pushes my legs up and wide whilst still sucking me. I'm not usually comfy on my back and about to tell him when he rubs his cock against my hole. It feels so nice. Especially as he's leaking warm precum. I say I prefer to be fucked doggy but he tells me he's just rubbing against my hole. He starts wanking me and his cock head is pushing against my hole. I can't work him out. Why is he just rubbing his cock there?. Why go to all the trouble fingering me I'm hoping he wants to fuck but I know hes not into anal sex. His tanned lean body looks so hot. I feel his chest and how sexy hard it is from his home workout. Then I feel his arms push my legs up higher and he starts to slide his cock in me. It hurts a bit. My tight ass has trouble stretching around his fat cock head. I look at his face to fathom why he's wanting to fuck but also why hes not wearing a condom. Before I can work out his expression he has pushed more of his 8 inch shaft in me. He wanks me again which relaxes me and then he slides all his naked bare cock inside me without my consent and his cock head nudges my prostate and my cock goes rock hard. I can't believe the 1st meet in lockdown is a guy I hardly know balls deep raw . He starts fucking me hard and fast getting his pleasure. Then bends over and sucks my cock whilst his thick bare cock is still in me. Then I grab my cock and start wanking whilst he holds my legs and fucks me furiously. Every stroke hits my g spot and I'm moaning. I want him to shoot his load. I want his oriental cum inside me. I've never had that before. He's so flexible he's fucking every last inch in me and holding my legs. I am wishing for him to cum and I feel him getting close. My legs are aching and I ask if he's close. He says no. I tell him I need to change position. We go on my side and it slides in beautifully. I love it like this. He holds me closer and I feel his breath on my neck. He says it's not easy in the position. So I say lets try me riding you. He pulls out and as I roll over he squats over me and grabs my cock and tries to.sit on it but I tell him he needs to be lubed. I'm shocked he's always said no to being fucked. So we flip positions. I lube his fat cock and admire his athletic body as I lower my ass onto his cock. Stings a bit but then feels amazing as his big raw cock is hitting my prostate. I sniff poppers and slowly ride up and down until it feels so natural to have him inside me. I'm playing with his nipples while he wanks me. Then he pulls my cock into his mouth and thrusts furiously inside my tight spunkhole. He's making moaning noises so loud I'm worried my neighbours will hear. Then he lets go of my cock and says he's cumming. I grab my cock and wank furiously. I want to come together. Best orgasm ever is cumming whilst feeling another cock throb inside and erupt a volcano of hot cum up your cunt whilst it hits your prostate. So I wanked and felt him cum as I squeeze my pussy on his thick cock. It was hot and wet and it throbbed several times. Enough to make me cum all over his chest. He was still pumping me full of his cum as his body jerks in rhythm with his loads pumping inside me. His orgasm lasted ages. I rode every last drop out of him. It was a fantastic fuck. I hope to hear from him again and get fucked like that again. Unexpected bareback sex where it isn't mentioned, just done is the best ever.

Part 13 As Justin raised my arm up, Mr. Kelly quickly bent down and put his arms around me pulling me into him as tight as he could. I felt immediately like I couldnt breathe and started a coughing fit that I couldnt control and each time I coughed I must have been clenching because Mr Kelly at first only said "Fuck oh fuck your hole is-- oh fuck-- yes-- yes-- fuck" It wasnt until I stopped coughing that I really felt the slam go through me. I started shaking and squirming in Mr. Kelly's arms. "That's right son. Ride it out. I got you. Just go with it. Let it run through your body and take the pleasure of it in." I was breathing hard and heavy like I had just done those 10 sprint sets coach makes us do during practice. I could hear every word he said but there was also a ringing in my ears. But the more I relaxed, the better it felt. The shaking took a while to stop. All the while Mr. Kelly held me and whispered in my ear without ever moving his hard cock inside me. It stayed balls deep as long as that first initial wave hit. The electricity was running all over me, everything tingled, but the tingling and hunger was most intense in my cock and hole and when it all went straight there, I became aware of Mr. Kelly inside me again. Its not that I forgot he was inside me but it hadnt yet connected to the feeling of the slam. When it did, the pleasure hit me almost the way the first slam did. And that's why my first words out of that wave were "Fuck dad I love your raw cock inside me. I need you to breed me dad. Breed your son." Justin and Mr. Miller were somewhere near the bed but not on it. I could hear they were close when they responded to what I said with a "Holy fuck" from Mr. Miller and a "Oh shit" from Justin. Mr. Kelly whispered in my ear first like he didnt want the other guys to hear. "I fucking love you Jake my son. I came in you when you were coughing. You just kept squeezing on my cock. But don't worry. I'm not going to pull out yet. I want to stay inside you. It feels so right to have my cock so deep in my son." I was still shaking but that made me shake in excitement even more. This man was giving me everything I thought could only live in my fantasy. Now it was real. He started rocking his body just enough to have his cock begin to pull and push inside me never doing too much but constantly hitting spots inside me that had my cock as hard as it had ever been. Every sensation was so heightened that his every move had me moaning or just saying things that were totally incoherent. My eyes were rolled to the back of my head and Mr. Kelly's tongue was in my mouth. This felt like as much pleasure as I was ever going to feel. Without stopping his rocking back and forth Mr. Kelly picked me up off the bed and turned us around and then laid back down on the bed with me on top of him. He stayed about halfway inside me the entire time. He pulled his weight up so that we were closer to the headboard. He looked around quickly and said "Justin can you hand me my bag?" I lifted myself up to see if I could manage without his leverage. That motion put more of his cock back inside me and produced another shot of pleasure that went right through my body. I moaned and leaned back further so that the rest was pushed in and instinctively began the riding motion he first taught me. Circles with the hips without pulling myself up. We were both moaning now even as Justin put Mr. Kelly's hand into the bag. I watched him pull out the poppers and then he said "Ready?" and winked. At the same time that I said "For what?" Justin said "Fuck yeah." I thought he was talking to me but Justin knew what he meant so i ignored it and kept riding the thick cock inside me. I heard him unscrew the bottle cap and take a hit. He released it and put the bottle up to my right nostril. He was getting red again. "Take a deep hit son....That's right....remember what we did before? Just hold it in as long as you can. Stop riding your dad for a minute and just focus on holding your breath son." I did as he said but I couldn't hold this hit in long. It was so intense combined with the effects of the slam that were still coursing through me that as it only started to hit me I moaned "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....." without even realizing it. My body was shaking again in a different way this time like in slow motion and in a way that made me feel like I was somewhere else. I don't know how long that lasted but when I opened my eyes again still riding that wave he put the bottle up to my left nostril. "Son this is so hot. We're going to get you flying now." If I wasnt flying already what was this? I didnt ask, I just inhaled this time harder than before. "Yes son that's the kind of hit that is going to get you to feel amazing. Now hold it son." I tried hard knowing that I didnt want to disappoint him again. He put the bottle aside and pulled me down to him so that I was lying on his chest. He put his hand over my mouth and nose again as we looked into each others eyes. "Son youre doing so good and I can tell already that this hit is getting you so high again oh fuck. Keep holding it and just let that physical sensation carry you to even more pleasure. Put your arms around me son really tight." I did as he asked and now my forehead was down on the pillow. Mr. Kelly pulled his hand away and put his arms around me so tight that I was forced to exhale. He heard me gasp for air. "Thats right son. Feel that go in you." The warmth was coming in waves and this high was getting more and more intense. I couldnt speak. Then I realized he wasnt talking about the warmth going in me. There was a pushing at my hole. A stretching. It was insistent and at first I didnt understand it. It made me whimper. And then I realized. It was another cock. A second cock was pushing into me. It didnt make any sense but then I heard Justins voice. He sounded like he was in a different place too. "So-- tight-- ooooohhhhh" It made me moan louder. I couldnt believe another cock was in me and it was pushing deeper and stretching me out more. And it hurt and felt so good at the same time. My whimpering became moaning and then I could speak again but only one word. "Dad....dad......dad" over and over again. . Mr. Kelly pushed my body up and both worked to arch my back to get them both further in me. "Look at me son. Yes son. Doesnt this feel good?" I still had the one word. "Dad;..dad....dad" He just smiled and nodded. Justin pressed his body against my back and said "How does it feel to have two cocks in you at the same time bro?" I moaned. Justin kept going "Yeah? You like having your dad and older bro fuck you like this? Youre so fucking dirty little bro. My cock is rubbing against dads cock inside you. You know what we call this? Its called incest little bro." That was all it took. That and he began to hit a spot at the same time that Mr. Kelly was hitting another spot inside me. But his voice and his words combined with the sensation of both of their thick cocks inside me made me explode all over Mr. Kellys chest and face. He flinched from the surprise of a rope of my cum splashing across his face and then he had a different more serious look on his face. I could tell he was about to cum in me again. Justin said "Fuck your hole just gets tighter oh fuck. Shit that talk about incest made you cum without even touching your-- fuck I'm gonna-- oh fuck" And then it felt like both were cumming inside me at the same time both pushing themselves as deep as they could go. It felt so good and I felt another rope shoot out of my cock and I screamed shaking uncontrollably like tremors running through me. Justin was making out with my neck. Every touch from both men just heightened every feeling. Mr. Kelly pulled me down to him and kissed me. I felt Justin pull out and my hole wrapped itself back around this dads cock. "That was amazing son. Are you ok?" "Yes dad. I cant believe I had two cocks in me. Youre both so thick." "Get back onto your back son." I didnt want his cock out of me yet but I did as he said and lay down next to him on the bed. As soon as I did Justin crawled between my legs. I noticed he was still hard. We both were. Mr. Miller was at the desk and I heard the click of the torch as he took a hit from the pipe. "That was so hot boys. I came twice watching that." His cum was still fresh dripping down his chest. Justin pulled my legs slightly up and I wrapped them around his waist. "Yeah bro. You are so fucking hot. That was amazing." He grabbed his cock and placed the head at my hole. My hole must have still been open because it just slipped right into me. He laid on top of me and started to kiss me as he pushed himself as deep in me as he could. When he broke the kiss, he said "You feel so good little bro. You like your big bros cock inside you?" His voice and the way he was being so filthy made the night that much hotter. "Yeah bro your cock feels so good. I've wanted this so long." Before he pushed his tongue back in my mouth I could tell my words were making him more worked up too. "Oh fuck little bro." He started to pick up the pace of his fucking and we were animals kissing so hard and his body was pushing deeper in me harder and harder. We went from moaning to screaming into each others mouths. He took a breath and looked into my eyes and didnt say a word. His pace slowed again like he was trying to savor the moment. Like we were the only ones in the room. And then back to animals again. Our moans built to screams again and then a single thrust hard and deep in me and a deep moan into my mouth. With our mouths still locked together I said "Yes bro shoot your big bro cum into me." His body began to shudder. And then I felt it again. That boiling inside me that told me I was about to cum again without touching my cock. I started to moan again and he could tell what was happening. He pulled up. "Oh fuck bro youre gonna cum arent you? Your hole is tightening on my cock again. Oh fuck that feels so good. Youre milking more cum out of me bro." And then I came shooting on my chest and his. My body was bucking over and over again. I couldnt control it and finally after cumming for what felt like forever I was able to breathe again. Mr. Kelly was lying next to us the whole time and he put his mouth to my ear. "Fuck son. Every load you shoot is so big. What is this your 4th load of the night? You just keep shooting rope after rope. It's so hot. I'm so proud of you son." He turned my face toward him and kissed me as Justin laid back down on my chest with his cock still inside me. Hey everyone thanks for the comments. This feels like a possible end point for the story but lmk if you have ideas. I know theres a lot of different ways this could all go so I might pick this up again later. I also started another story in the chaser forum so I might try to focus there for now. Thanks for reading!

Part 2: After feeling the burning inside of my hole, I turned around to protest what he just did, but before I was able to say anything, I felt his tongue on me. The sensation on top of being high sent shivers up my spine. I was not able to speak, and gasped in total ecstasy. I arched my back and spread my legs got better access. I dug my face into the sofa as I felt sexy, horny, and unable to do anything except for accept his tongue as it probed deep into me. I pulled my face up now feeling my heart beat in my hole, I said, “Please more, I want more.” He responded with, “yeah? You want more?” I begged, “please take me.” I felt him get up on to the sofa, and he handed me some poppers. He said, “you are going to need this.” Confused, I turned around and that is when I saw his monster. His profile on BBRT said large, but I didn’t know what large was until that day. With a mix of fear and lust, I opened the bottle and took three deep sniffs. The poppers made head spin and my hole felt hot. It was empty and it needed to be filled. He said, “you get all of me.” He took out a bottle from under the coffee table, it looked like a black bottle of lube and I saw him put some silicon lube on his hand. After his monster was silky and shiny, I saw him take some crystals and place on the tip of his dick. He told me, “bite down on the sofa cushion.” I bit down on the cushion, and he started to enter me. The head alone caused me to converse in pain, but then he then placed a pillow on my lower back laydown completely on me. In a single movement, he forced his way in. I felt like I was being split in two. I felt my soul leave my body, and nothing but splintering pain. As I tried to scream, he then buried my head into the sofa and said, “just let the crystals work, I wont move, just give it a second.” It felt like 3 hours of nothing but my body breaking in half. I squirmed in revolt, but he kept saying, “let the crystals work,” and started to kiss the back of my neck. I tried to wiggled left and right, but slowly the pain went away. What felt like a dry fist started to feel warm, as started to relax, I found myself now grinding on him. I could hear the smirk in his voice when he said, “told you. Are you ready?” Instead of speaking I arched my back and pressed my ass toward him, making his manhood go deeper into me. He responded by removing the pillow and pulling the sides of my ass to him forcing me to a doggy position. Even with all of this movement, his penis stayed in my hole. Then I felt him lean back pulling his shaft out from my hole. He said, “No blood. Good boy.” I felt a deep emptiness and begged, “please, give it back to me.” Without missing a beat, I felt him plunge into me, but this time instead of pain, I felt warmed and please causing my eyes to roll back into my head. As he started to move his hips, each stroke, each movement, made my knees buckle. I was under his total control. As his tempo started to increase, I begged for more. I continued him to fuck me harder and deeper. Then I felt him wrap his arms around my hips, and what happened next forever changed me. I felt as if I was riding a mechanical pull, the rate and pace of his body turned me into a puddle. This was no longer just fucking, this was him claiming me. After what it seemed to be hours of this, I felts his manhood get harder. He pushed me down so I was completely laying down on my stomach. He started to convulse on me, and his body tightened my body. I heard him say, “take my seed.” I screamed, “give it to me.” I felt the warmth of his body, but now a warmth deep in my hole. At that moment I could only feel his breath on my neck and a heart beat in my hole. I was not able to tell if that was my heart beat, or his radiating from his shaft. As he slid out of me, and said, “you good?” I responded with, “yes.” He said, “thank you, I needed that. Do you want to take a shower?” “That would be great.” As we soaped up our bodies in the shower he asked me, “you still horny?” I responded with a resounding, “yes, I need more.” He said, “good, we are not done yet.” … Part 3 to come.

PART 4: CODY LEARNS TO ACCEPT HIS ROLE As I felt the seeding come to an end, I slowly slid out of the kid. I kept waiting for him to say more, but he never did. I wondered how long before he’d experience the flu. Then I wondered how long before he realized he was poz – probably a long, long time, I guessed. It’s not as if straight country boys are getting tested often. I’m not sure how much dirty cum I’d shot in him, but it was a lot. Some of it dripped down his his tanned leg. It looked to have the slightest red hue to it. “Cody, this was the first step toward getting you exactly where we both want you to be,” I said. “Yes sir,” Cody said. His voice sounded sheepish compared to his usual alpha-male tone. Almost defeated, actually. “Thank you.” As Cody stood and pulled up the flimsy white briefs to cover his exposed ass, he turned and reached for his gym bag. I decided then and there that he wasn’t quite done surrendering himself to me today. “Cody, what you’re wearing right now, that’s what you’re wearing for your match tonight,” I said. Cody looked more shocked now than he did throughout our pozzing session moments earlier. “You want paid tonight, and you want what we discussed, so that’s your gear for tonight,” I said. He looked toward the floor again. “Shit,” Cody said. “Yessir.” Cody slipped his gym shorts and t-shirt on to cover his near-naked body for the next couple of hours. As more wrestlers began to arrive, Cody chatted with them as if nothing had happened. Later, he watched the first couple of matches and mingled with his fans – mostly female and gay men -- while he signed autographs and sold t-shirts emblazoned with “Cody’s Crew” across the front. Considering his hole was abused a short while ago, and poison was seeping into his guts, he acted as if it was just another day. Cody’s match was the fourth of the night. Back in the locker room, he was minutes away from being introduced. I walked up beside him and reminded him of his obligation. This wasn’t about embarrassing Cody. It was about maintaining my power over him and making sure he knew our roles going forward. From this day forward, he was one of my boys, whether he knew it today or not. “Do I have to?” he said. “You know the deal,” I said. Fully geared up with his white boots and black knee pads, he slowly slid down his gym shorts and removed his t-shirt. At some point he had put on his white spandex wrestling trunks that he had worn many times before, probably thinking that would appease my dirty request. When he looked at me, I nodded my head no. That was one layer too many – even though he looked amazing. Without saying a word, Cody peeled the spandex trunks down from his waist, down his tanned thighs and over his feet, revealing the overly tight, thin white briefs that he wore earlier when I filled his young gut with my viral seed. A couple of the other wrestlers nearby gawked in disbelief – why would anybody with an ounce of pride walk under the lights wearing that? One them laughed at the sight. Cody did a couple of stretches to warm up. When his name was announced, the crowd erupted into cheers as he darted through the curtain and into the arena. Some of the cheers turned to catcalls as the fans caught sight of Cody’s minimal see-through gear. I watched some of the gay fans as their jaws dropped, and undoubtedly their cocks sprung to attention when they saw young Cody’s cock and balls nearly on full display and bulging against the tiny, tight, thin fabric. If only they knew the rest of Cody’s adventure today. My poz cock got hard again at the thought of my virus soaking into his unprotected teenage rectum. Cody wasn’t aware, but I’d told his opponent – a cute, straight, 30-year-old black jock with a wife and two kids -- to take their match to almost 30 minutes. The goal was to get the 19-year-old stud as sweaty as possible. Sure enough, within about 10 minutes, his flimsy white underwear was soaked with sweat and translucent to the point of being invisible. His chubby cut cock was on full display, and his bubble ass filled the back of his wet trunks to perfection. Even from 30 feet away, I could see that he was circumsized as his cock head jutted against the thin cotton. Cody hid his humiliation well, but I think he realized the power that I now held over him. If he wants my help, he’ll play by my rules from now on. The women and the gays were glued to the match, and most of them by now had sent their kids to the concession stand to avoid seeing this nearly obscene display and having to explain why the boy in the ring was wrestling in see-through underwear. As Cody wrestled on, I could swear I saw dried blood stuck to the back of his tight briefs. I knew my dirty cum was buried deep up his neg hole and working into his bloodstream even as he wrestled his match. In the end, Cody won by pin-fall as we’d discussed. That was his reward for enduring the humiliation I’d put him through. As the ref raised Cody’s hand in victory, the boy’s lean, sweaty body glistened under the lights. Everybody in the building got an eye full of the kid’s protruding, chunky cock. I counted at least 20 people in the crowd holding up their phone to capture either photos or video of the ripped kid in all his glory. Back in the locker room, Cody didn’t stick around very long after his match. When he found me later to ask for his pay for the night, I handed him his envelope, which included an extra $100. He said nothing to me other than “Thank you, sir” when I gave him his pay. I also made him hand over his sweaty white underwear from his match tonight as a souvenir to hang beside my desk in my office at home. He did so without question. That pair of hot wrestling briefs still hangs on my wall to this day, but it’s not the only one I’ve collected now. [More to come soon]

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

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

Max pulled over and parked his 1992 dodge spirit, killing the engine but hesitating to open the door. As if glued to the driver’s seat, he silently debated whether to stay or go home, while gripping the wheel and biting his lower lip. Staring out his windshield, he was surprised to see what looked like a normal brick office building, with no obvious markings or signs on the business to show what it was. He double checked the address in the text message from his dealer, Tony, just to be sure, before holding his breath, grabbing his duffle bag and hoping out of the car. The heavy wood door creaked ominously when Max pulled it open and stepped inside the warm alcove. He shivered, glad to be out of the cold February night, but still uncertain about what he was getting into. Realizing the door to the rest of the club was locked, he stepped up to a plexi-glass window and rang the small bell, which prompted a very tall, muscular, bearded guy in his 30’s to appear from a door on the other side of the glass. The hunky clerk, “Jax” according to the name tag pinned to his tight t-shirt, made Max worry even more about what he was getting himself into. “What’s up bro?” Jax’s voice crackled through the small speaker next to the window. “I need to see your ID and cash and do you want a locker or room?” “Um, I’m ‘Max Rider,’” Max said, eliciting a blank look from the clerk. “I think you’re expecting me.” Again, the man looked miffed, and max began to worry that maybe this was a joke or perhaps the massive man was expecting someone more cocky. Here he’d been freaking out over whether or not he could strip for guys, it never crossed his mind that they might not like him. Standing straight up to his full 5’11” height, yet still at least 6 inches short of the other man, Max flashed a fake smile and tried to sound like he wasn’t a nervous school kid. “I’m the entertainment for Dave’s party.” “Oh! You’re here for the strip and jerk show!” Jax eyed Max as far down as the window would allow. “You are definitely hotter than the last dude they hired. Go ahead and come in and I’ll introduce you to Dave and take you to where you can set up.” Jax buzzed Max through the door and into the heart of the bath house. Motioning for the boy to follow, Jax strode nonchalantly down a maze of small dark hallways, filled with numbered doors, past half a dozen men wearing nothing but towels or less. Max would have run for it if he thought there was any chance he’d find the exit. Instead he kept his eyes on Jax’s broad shoulders in front of him as they descended a staircase into the pitch black basement. “This is your room for the night,” Jax unlocked a black door with the number 25 on it, revealing a small bedroom-type set-up with a twin bed, footlocker, flat-screen tv playing gay porn, and mirrors on two of the walls from floor to ceiling. “hang here for a second and I’ll let Dave know you’re here.” Max stood awkwardly in the center of the small room while he waited for Jax to come back, and he wished he’d had the forethought to hit his pipe before he came inside. “Dave just got here a little while ago and is still setting up, but you can get changed while we wait,” Jax reappeared, holding a couple towels, some Gatorades and some body-oil.”…unless you are wearing that for the show.” Max looked down at his hoodie, jeans and ratty sneaks, wishing he could get away with wearing them instead of what filled his duffle. Tony let him borrow some costumey outfits on his way here, and he dreaded the thought of a bunch of queers getting their rocks off watching him in them. He started to sweat when he realized they were paying to see a lot more than that. Noticing how pale the teen looked, Jax got him a gatorade and asked how he got the gig. “I dunno man, it just fell in my lap I guess,” Max sat on the bed and chugged from the bottle as he recalled how he ended up there. “I was hanging with my de-, um my bud, and I owed him some green but I am broke cause of school and my transmission busting and shit. I have been dancing at a club downtown on ladies night and the tips are awesome, so I told him he could have his cash next week but he said he could set me up to do a private gig for twice what I get at the club. I figured he meant a bachelorette party or some shit like that. I never would have agreed if I knew it was for a bunch of dude, but I am too broke to say no.” ”I feel ya dude,” Jax closed the door and sat on the other end of the bed, smiling at the sight of the kid downing the drink laced with ghb. “Why do you think I work here on weekends, on top of my 9 to 5 job? This gig allows me some spare change for recreational purposes. Otherwise I’d be a fucking nun, staying in nights and never getting any pussy.” “That sucks bro,” Max was relaxing noticeably, from both the g and the conversation. Hearing Jax mention pussy made his more at ease, not understanding that Jax wasn’t referring to girls. Assuming his new friend was straight like him, Max stood up, kicked off his shoes, and tossed off his hoodie revealing just how low his jeans were sagging. There were 3 or more inches from the top of the pants up to the white waist band of his calvin klein boxer-briefs, which sat just below a sleeveless t-shirt showing off his buff arms. Jax oogled the teen beefcake as he began searching the duffle for something to wear. “I can’t imagine being stuck here with a bunch of pervy homos trying to mack on your ass all the time. I could barely convince myself to do this one night!” “It’s not so bad Max” Jax tried to contain himself as the kid pulled out various skimpy costumes and a couple pairs of thongs and jocks. “The money is good and tax free, plus I occasionally make a little extra by letting a dude blow me or jerk me off. I bet you could double your take if you tried it.” “I ain’t a fag,” Max stopped sorting the gear from his bag and gave Jax a very serious look. Jax almost burst out laughing at the sight of the young man denouncing gays while standing in a gay bath house, laying out tear away clothing, wearing only his sleeveless tee, boxer-briefs, and sagging jeans. “If you wanna do some gay shit, that’s your business, but I’m only here cause Tony will kill me if I don’t come back with what I owe him.” “That’s cool, just telling you what some of the guys might offer,” Jax replied, defusing the tension by picking up a shiny green g-string and twirling it around his finger. “Especially when you swish around in this pretty pair of panties.” “Fuck that shit,” Max said, joining the laughter. “I might have to get naked for these queens but I’m not doing a drag show first. I better hide all the girly shit from Dave when he tells me which one I should wear.” As Max returned the green g-string and some equally frilly gear to the duffle, he accidentally knocked a small cloth bag out, which spilled open on the bed. “You know you’re not supposed to bring that in here, right?” Jax picked up the pipe and bag of crystals that had escaped from the cloth sack and gave his best fake-mad stare. “Shit man, that’s not mine, it must have been in with the outfits!” Max went ghostly white and stammered excuses before Jax finally laughed and handed them back to the terrified teen. “I’m just fucking with ya Max.” Jax slapped him on the back and ruffled his hair, but Max stayed stiff and silent. “I told you I work here to pay for recreation, which is my discreet way of saying I enjoy partying sometimes too. Just make sure to keep that someplace outta sight and only smoke in here or another private room, cause not everyone is as understanding as I am.” You got it Jax. I’ll be super sneaky I swear man.” Max promised while the color returned to his cheeks. He went to put the pipe back in its bag, but stopped short. “You sure it is cool if I smoke in here? I could really use a pick me up before I meet this Dave guy.” “If you are down, I’d love to match bowls real quick.” Jax reached into his back pocket and pulled out his own pipe, and the two men quickly loaded two large bowls. Simultaneously, Max and Jax lit their lighters and melted the tina in their pipes, sucking in smoke and blowing out huge clouds. Jax insisted Max try his supply, so they took turns on each pipe, and before long, each man was high as a kite. “That’s good shit,” Max complimented his smoking-partner’s stash while they packed away the paraphernalia. “But now I’m fucking sweaty as fuck. Wish I could shower before I get into one of these get-ups.” Jax explained that was no problem as long as Max understood that he’d have to undress here, and take his towel with him to the communal showers, which caused Max to hesitate. Jax assured him he wouldn’t get raped, and told him where the least used showers were, but Max wouldn’t go until Jax gave in and allowed Max to bend the rules and where his boxer briefs. With that, Max stripped off his shirt, revealing his firm pecs, tight abs, and smooth skin except for a fine blonde treasure trail. The jeans were next, and Jax was happy to see his muscular thighs and calves were also covered in blonde hair. Tossing the towel over his shoulder and sliding the room key onto his wrist with the convenient elastic band, the teen stud followed Jax to the showers before the clerk left him to retrieve more Gatorade and check that the other employees were holding down the fort while he played tour guide to the hired meat. Taking the shower in the furthest corner from the entrance allowed Max some privacy from guys walking by, but he did end up sharing the shower with another guest before he had a chance to finish. Carefully turned into the corner, Max tried not to show any interest in his shower-mate, but couldn’t help sneak a glance at the short buff latino’s uncut meat. Max was a big talker when it came to sex but he’d only been with three girls and never actually seen a dick other than his own and his two best friends when they used to go skinny dipping. Even during his years on various sports teams, Max always had separate showers and private changing stalls in his school locker rooms. The temptation proved too great once the man closed his eyes to soap his face, and Max took a good long look at the foreign entity between the other man’s legs. His face went scarlet when he looked up from the thick dark cock and caught the smile on the face of its owner. Rinsing off faster than anyone ever before him, Max was dashing out of the showers in under a minute, trying not to fall as he dripped water all the way back to his room. “You could have dried off there you know.” Jax was waiting at the door to the room with more drinks and a tv remote so he could change the porn to the only straight option they played. “Sorry bro,” Max let them in and focused on drying off, not noticing Jax, facing the tv, but using the mirrors to check out the boy’s silhouetted dick and ass through the wet, transparent undies. He feigned trouble with the remote to cover his glances as the damp calvins dropped to the concrete floor, giving Jax an eye full of Max’s soft 4 inch cut dick, small blonde pube patch, and lowhanging naturally smooth balls. Max turned and bent down over the duffle to pull out some clean underwear, exposing his round, firm butt covered in the lightest dusting of peach fuzz, which made Jax stiffen in his sweat shorts. Luckily he was wearing his best jock, so he knew he could keep it under wraps unless he reached his full 8 ½ inches, which might have happened if Max hadn’t broken the trance by sliding a pair of black briefs over his naughty bits. The two guys proceeded to smoke another bowl as Max downed a second Gatorade laced with g, while a big-breasted brunette took on five guys on the tv screen. Jax was considering slipping a larger dose into the drink and raping the boy then and there, when a knock interrupted his fantasizing. Max asked who it was, and Dave responded “the guy with your money,” causing Max to jump up and let him in. With the amount he was being paid, Max expected a fat troll. Instead a 6’ tall handsome, muscular but not too defined, fuzzy Italian man with black hair in his forties walked in, causing Max to wonder why such a normal, even attractive, man would want to pay a guy to strip and jerk off for him. Jax left the two of them to finalize the plans for the performance, heading off down the hall and into a room marked ‘employees only.’ “Wow, Tony wasn’t exaggerating,” Dave said as he unashamedly walked a circle around Max and scoped out every inch of what he was buying. “It is almost too bad you have to get dressed before the show, because those briefs are getting me hard. Oh well. Speaking of which, what did you bring to wear?” “I laid out a bunch of the stuff Tony leant me,” Max volunteered. His manner was much more relaxed now, with no shame about showing Dave what he had. Dave knew this was probably due to the ghb and tina he’d instructed Jax to give the boy, but Max just figured he was comfy with Dave because he was a masculine, average joe-type. He pointed out uniforms for a cop, fireman and boy scout, as well as some mix-and-match gear which could be used to make him look like a construction worker or leather-enthusiast. Dave was unimpressed with most of it, so he dumped out the duffle bag on the bed, mixing the costumes with Max’s stuff. “Holy shit boy,” dave exclaimed as he pulled a wrestling singlet, pads and jockstrap out of the pile. “Why were you hiding this?” “That’s not a costume, that’s my wrestling uniform for school. I forgot it was in the bag when I grabbed it to take to Tony’s.” Max said, oblivious to the idea that someone might be interested in seeing his buff, tight body wrapped in skin tight green and black spandex. “That’s the one! Just wear one of Tony’s jockstraps instead of your usual one. No one will be able to see your cock through an athletic cup.” Dave handed Max the singlet, helmet, pads, shoes, jock and an envelope with half of his payment for the evening. “You have thirty minutes to get your cock fluffed, get dressed and meet me at the stairs to head up to the tv room where you’ll be performing. Once you get on stage you can do up to a fifteen minute strip show, but no less than ten. Then you’ll be groping jerking and fingering for the rest of the 30 minutes. If you can oil yourself up as you strip that would be great, or you can let one of the audience do it for you. You will get the rest of the money once you have shot your load. There will be a few guys who would toss you a few extra hundreds if you shoot in their mouth, on their face or chest or let them touch you when you jizz. You need any Viagra or a cock ring or anything to help keep your cock up?” “Um, I don’t think so.” Max began to worry again. No one had warned him about the restrictions, and it wasn’t even a possibility until that second that he might not be able to get it up. “Maybe I’ll take the Viagra, just in case.” “Good idea,” Dave chuckled and pulled his towel off. Underneath was the tiniest pair of blue athletic shorts with white piping, known to man. Reaching into the pocket, he pulled out a little blue pill, a leather cock ring with silver snaps, and a bottle of lube. “Take this now, then go do a quick enema to make sure your asshole is clean. There is plastic tubing and water spigots in the stalls by the showers. Then come back here, get your dick hard, and put on the cock ring. Once it is on, your dick will get soft but not smaller. Then hop in that singlet and I’ll see you by the stairs.” Max didn’t have time to ask why he needed the enema before Dave was out the door, but he often administered one before a match to get down a weight class, so he knew what to do. Popping the pill and sliding his briefs back on, he made his way back to the shower area and spotted the stalls. There were a lot more guys around the bath house now than when he arrived, but Max was on a mission, so he didn’t stop to wonder about it. After he was sure he was clean inside and out, he headed back to the room, squirted a generous amount of lube onto both palms and plopped down on the mattress to get his dick up. The video had progressed to a scene where a petite asian girl was being gang banged by 8 hung white and black men, with dicks in every hole, and sometimes two in a single hole. Max’s cock went from flaccid to fully erect in no time, achieving its full 7 and a half inch glory. As the asian slut begged for more cock in her ass and pussy, curiosity got the best of Max, and his right middle finger slid slowly into his virgin crack, teasing his asshole as it had on the rare night when he felt particularly horny. The last time it happened, Max was jerking off at home after a party where his girlfriend had spent the whole night grinding against his cock through his khakis. He’d had a few too many by the end of the evening, and there in his bed he couldn’t quite get hard enough to cum. One teasing finger slowly penetrated his sphincter that night in the dark. It was joined shortly by a second finger, thrusting just deep enough to hit his prostate and blast a huge load all over his chin, neck and chest. Every time he’d played down there he vowed never again, and every time he went a little further. As he remembered the euphoric feeling of the last orgasm, his lubed finger punctured the tight hole, eliciting a drop of pre-cum out of his pisshole. The clock next to the tv caught his eye causing him to pull the finger out since he only had five minutes until he had to be on stage. Carefully gathering his hard dick and big balls in one hand, he snapped on the cock ring and quickly admired how big it made his dick look in the mirror. All his practice getting into uniform after weigh-ins payed off as he shimmied into a black jock strap with a white, semi-transparent pouch, followed by his singlet, knee pads, elbow pads, shoes, and helmet. He almost forgot the lube and oil, but slid them into his elbow pad before grabbing the key and towel and dashing to the stairs. “Right on time.” Dave said, now wearing only a leather cock ring, leather vest and boots. They began up the stairs, as the sound of excited men’s chatter grew louder. “The gang’s all here. I know Tony told you ten to twelve guys, but once I sent out the link with your body pics from the club downtown, we had some added interest. I’ll throw in an extra $500, cool? “Yeah man, whatever.” Max felt like he was floating, rushing and calm all at once, just like before a wrestling match, only better. The crowd noise sounded just like the fans during a meet, tricking his brain and making him forget to hold his towel in front of the obscene bulge in his singlet. “Just tell me where to go and I’m ready.” “I can tell,” Dave said as they turned a corner and stopped in front of a curtain. He reached out and rubbed Max’s muscles just like his coach at school before a match, with a few added strokes along the outline of his cock. “Once you hear your name announced, pull the curtain, hop up on the platform and get going. Do some poses, maybe a wrestling stance or two, then show us what you can do. You’ll get better tips if you go out into the audience a little, but don’t stay out there. They’ll never let you go. ” Dave stepped into the room beyond the curtain, and Max was left alone in the hallway. One last thought of running came to mind, but then a voice came over the speaker and asked the crowd to give it up for wrestling champ Max Rider. The cheer that went up was gigantic, and Max forgot all about running. Rushing through the curtain, he took two long strides and jumped up onto the stage. Max was caught off guard by the fact that it ran the length of the entire room, about 30 feet, but was only 4 feet deep. The wall behind him was mirrored head to toe, with six huge flat screen suspended above, all showing Max from a different angle. The music blasted as the crowd began hooting and hollering. The spotlight in the corner effectively left max blind, but he was sure there had to be at least 40 guys there just based on the shadows and voices he could make out. Ignoring his anxiety, he began by flexing his arms, chest, legs and butt. Once he’d gotten some significant applause, he got down into a wrestling pose and did a take down on the pole located at the far end of the stage. Hearing the guys whistle and clap seemed to make Max excited, in all senses of the word. His cock was about ¾ hard the entire time and working its way to full steam. After tossing in some tumbling and a handstand transforming into walking on his hands, he was running out of moves. Looking up at the tv over his head, Max was relieved to see they had a timer in the corner for how long he’d been up there, which just hit 7 minutes as he watched. “Enough stalling stud! Take it off!” came from the gallery. Do or die time. Max started by peeling away the shoulder straps of his singlet, followed by the helmet and elbow pads. He kept the knee pads on and did a running slide on them to the opposite side of the stage. The next five minutes were some of the most terrifying and thrilling of Max’s life. Once he got the singlet to his waist, he grabbed the oil and hopped into the front row and asked who wanted to oil his chest. The winner was a 20-something thin guy who had a gigantic dick and kept trying to get Max to touch it as he oiled his chest. Another audience member got excited and hoped up and did his shoulders and back, leading to a third guy reaching out, grabbing the singlet, and taking it down to Max’s ankles in one foul swoop. This was too much, so max hopped back on the stage and finished his legs himself. Somewhere in his mind he knew he wasn’t totally in control, and it was only reinforced when Dave climbed up next to him and insisted he be the one to oil up Max’s ass, and max didn’t argue. “Bend over and grab your ankles,” Dave ordered. Max did as he was told and felt as two large, rough Italian hands spread the oil up the back of his thighs, over his cheeks and into his ass crack. He tried to stand up, but Dave pushed him back to a bent position, then spread his ass and oiled the crack for at least a minute, teasing and pressing against the hole. His finger might have gone in if Max hadn’t regained his senses and pulled Dave’s leg out, getting him in a wrestling hold. The audience loved it, and apparently so did Max’s cock, as it was stone hard and dripping. “I’ll give you an extra hundred if you let me peel the jock off with my teeth,” Dave whispered so only Max could hear it. Max released Dave from the hold and stood up, nodding yes. Dave took his sweet time, running his scruffy cheek and lips over the jock before biting the waist band, and slowly dragging it down over the thick pink boy dick. Once the cock head cleared the elastic, it sprang up, flinging a string of precum into the audience. Somehow the teen wrestler with the pulsing pink dick, wearing only knee pads, wrestling shoes and a cock ring got the entire crowd to shut up. Max closed his eyes and began to rub his hands over his chest and abs. Once they were good and oily, he slowly reached down and began to work his dick and balls. As he got closer to cumming, the noise got louder. By the time his half hour was ending, he was still not quite there. A thought came to him and he jumped on it before he realized what he was doing. He turned around, dropped to his knees and spread his legs as far as he could, leaning his face against the mirror. Reaching back he slid one finger down the crack of his ass, circled the hole twice, then rammed it all the way in. He had only seconds until his load would come charging out, but with no other options, he simply threw his shoulders back until they hit the stage, with his head hanging off into the audience. Two strokes of his dick and one thrust of his finger and the explosion began, shooting over his body and into the first row of men. Groans and cheers surrounded him, many of his audience shooting their own load without Max ever knowing it. The next few minutes remain a haze in his memory, but Dave was proud to see the embarrassed straight boy lose himself in the moment, get up, wag his cock at the audience, collect his wrestling gear, and take a bow before rushing off to hide in his room. Back in the basement, Max was spinning faster than a tilt-a-whirl, half of his body tweaking from the tina, and half unable to move from the ghb. He answered a knock at the door to find a very happy Dave. “Fantastic show Max,” He pulled him into a hug, not caring about the sweat, oil, and cum all over Max’s chest. “Here’s the rest of the money plus a generous tip. You were the best I’ve ever seen! Any chance you’d consider doing more stuff for a lot more money?” “No way dude!” Max pulled away and grabbed his towel to cover his nudity and shame. “I can’t believe I did that stuff! I’m gonna shower, get dressed and go home.” “That’s fine. Too bad you can’t stick around though because a buddy of mine wanted to give you a t-shirt of tina as his tip. Room 30 if you change your mind.” Dave knew a new druggie when he saw one, and Tony told him how Max had gone from one purchase every few months to twice a week. He’d specifically given him more than he could possibly afford, knowing he’d be desperate for more and all too willing to exchange his virtue for some cash and crystal. “I…I’ll think about it man.” Max pushed Dave out of the room and disappeared to the showers, washing as fast as his ghb-ed brain could manage. Most of the men in the club were still upstairs so he managed to get clean and back to his room with only two guys making a grab for his cock and ass. When the door shut behind him, he whipped out his pipe and was horrified to see he had smoked most of his stash with Jax before the show. He took a couple big hits and decided to stop by Dave’s room just for the tina. He slid on his briefs and jeans, but couldn’t find his shirt. Knocking at the door, he could hear multiple voices talking in hushed tones. When it opened, Dave, Jax and another tall muscular man were inside, all stripped down to their underwear, including Jax, who had finished his shift. Dave, now in a leather jock with a tear away pouch, introduced Max to Sam, the third guy, who bore a striking resemblance to a wwe wrestler that Max couldn’t quite place. He was built buff and broad like Jax and Dave, but was smooth and had a small belly. Max thought the belly looked good on him, hot even, before remembering why he was there. “Of course Max, I have it right here.” Sam reached under a pillow on the be near him, which made Max notice that this room was much bigger than his, containing a weight bench, some sort of chair suspended from the ceiling and a queen size bed. “Wanna join us for a bowl?” “I guess.” Max was handed the clear glass pipe, but Sam lit the torch and cooked the bowl, forcing him to take a huge hit. He coughed and sputtered and Jax appeared next to him, guiding him to take a seat on the bed between he and Dave, who handed him a bottle of Gatorade to help with the choking. The liquid tasted a little funny, Max’s thought, but downed the entire bottle in a few minutes, while the pipe continued to make the rounds. At first Max was involved in the conversation, but soon found it hard to concentrate. Before he knew what was happening, he was agreeing to let Dave take some photos of him for some extra cash. Jax and Sam helped him to his feet and encouraged him to take off his jeans. He argued for a minute, but must have lost as Sam was sliding them down his legs. Jax had some sort of lightbulb moment and disappeared as Dave and Sam told Max where to sit or stand and what to do. Jax returned with some of the jocks and costume pieces from Max’s room, and helped Max to change into some of them for different shots. Max could hear a voice in his mind telling him this was gay and to run away from these fags, but it was so quiet and the guys were so commanding that Max couldn’t help but give in after every time he argued with them. Once they had shots of him in a bunch of different undies, Dave made a snide comment about how sad it was to see a young guy who couldn’t get it up.Max looked down to his crotch and realized he was soft. Embarrassed, he insisted he could get hard, he just needed a few minutes to jerk off with the porno. “Okay stud, here’s some lube and the tv is right over the bed there.” Dave directed Max’s drugged form to the bed and peeled away the last pair of undies, leaving him nude. “Take your time and get hard while I get some shots of Jax on the weights.” Watching the porn and laying down brought Max back some, allowing him to focus on working his pink dick and balls. In a few minutes he was almost fully hard, but couldn’t seem to get that last little push to full mast. Checking to make sure the other guys weren’t watching, he snuck his finger between his legs and poked at his hole. He worked it in to the second knuckle before he was interrupted. “Looks like Straight Max likes it up the ass,” Sam had turned around and was pointing out Max’s finger play to the others. “Nah man, I just don’t feel right,” Max interjected in his defense. “It’s like I am drunk or something.” “Oh damn, you must have gotten the Gatorade with the ghb be in it,” Jax postulated, knowing full well he had been feeding it to Max all night. The last bottle contained enough that Max was finally letting go, allowing for the next step in Dave’s plan. Max seemed worried but they assured him he’d be fine. “No wonder you need a little fingering to get it up man,” Sam sympathized. “but it’ll work faster if you do a little booty bump to get your ass warmed up.” “What’s that?” Max asked as Dave took a large crystal from the bag and placed it on the end of his lubed finger. “It’s just like smoking a bowl, but it will help get you horny.” Dave said, as Sam pulled Max’s legs open. “I’m gonna put it in this time cause you don’t know how and you might mess it up.” “Wait man, I don’t---UHHHN.” Max groaned as Dave replaced Max’s small finger with two of his thick meaty digits. Max tried to pull away, but Sam held him fast as Dave pushed the big rock as deep into his virgin ass as he could. With his free hand, Dave began stroking Max’s cock, ignoring Max’s feeble pleas for him to stop. A burning sensation deep in Max’s hole made him moan, which Jax decided to mute by taking off the white briefs he was wearing and shoving them in Max’s mouth. Much to his own disgust, the booty bump did the trick and Max was hard as a rock in minutes, leaking copious amounts of seminal fluid and suddenly hungry for another finger in his hole. Dave could see the fight fading out of Max’s eyes, and began working his fingers back and forth. The crystal had dissolved entirely by that point, and Max was primed for the cherry-popping. Jax pulled the briefs from max’s mouth and, as expected, he only moaned. The three men shared a look and a smile between them, acknowledging the rape they were about to commit. Sam released Max’s legs and moved to the end of the bed, where he set up a camera. Jax reached up to the head of the bed under a pillow and pulled out poppers, a butt plug, a huge bottle of lube, some adjustable cock rings and a cock pump. Dave stayed put, working Max’s hole, but releasing his cock to Jax who lubed it up and slid it into the cock pump. While their teen victim’s cock was pumped bigger than ever, Dave reached back and pulled at the snaps on the pouch containing his cock. Max could just barely see over the end of the bed when he raised his head, and began to squirm again once he saw the 9 inch uncut monster Dave was lubing up. “Don’t worry about that Max,” Dave leaned in and whispered to the stoned boy. “Sam’s got at least two inches on me. That’s why I am going before him.” Max jerked his head to where Sam was filming the action, and sure enough, stroking his 11” cut monster dick. The head alone was enough to split Max down the center, let alone the thick, veiny shaft. Max wanted desperately to push them off and make a run for it, but instead he got a shotgun hit of tina from Jax’s goateed mouth, followed by his first man-on-man kiss. His mind was screaming “disgusting,” but his body leaned into it and kissed back. “Fuck yeah, he’s ready.” Jax told Dave, who was coating his dick with tina-laced lube. Afraid for his life, Max tried with all his might to over-power the urge in his loins telling him to do it. It might have worked, except Dave simultaneously pulled his fingers from Max’s ass. “Don’t!” Max moaned, reaching out to try and stop Dave from depriving his hungry hole of something to fill it. “Put it back.” “Damn, this boy IS ready.” Sam said, laughing and moving in closer to get a good shot of Dave pulling Max to the end of the bed and putting Max’s legs up against his shoulders. “Give it to him Davey-boy.” “Don’t worry Maxwell, I’ve got something your ass will like even more.” Dave promised while working back his foreskin, pressing the head to the virgin hole, and leaning in. “FUCK!” Max screamed. His body shot back to almost total control, but Jax was prepared, holding Max down as one, two, three, six inches sank into his no-longer-virgin cunt. The men knew every boy’s first fuck was hard, and they were prepared to make sure this deflowering happened whether Max wanted it or not. “Take it out man! Jesus! Get off me you fucking faggot!” “You’ll regret that bitch,” Dave growled like an animal and started thrusting in and out, faster and deeper with each stroke. Within five strokes he was balls deep. Within fifteen strokes, he was up to a steady rhythm. By the 25th stroke, he was pounding Max like the whore he was meant to be. ‘No’s and cries for help were replaced with sobs, which turned to grunts, eventually becoming moans and whimpers, until Max was able to form words again. “Yeah. Fuck. That. Hole. Dave.” Max urged his rapist on. He felt guilt, shame and disgust at the core of his being. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he realized he was asking a man to fuck him like some two dollar prostitute. He also felt the most satisfying, complete physical sensation he’d ever known, like a constant orgasm, coming directly from where Dave’s cock head bottomed out in Max’s butt. “That’s right Max, you’re mine now. You’re nothing but a bottom bitch cumdump from now on. You’ll try to fight it after you leave tonight, but I guarantee you’ll be back in a week or two, pretending you haven’t spent every day dreaming about having me breed you again. Maybe you’ll even get a girlfriend to play house with, but she’ll just be keeping you busy until you have a man shooting inside you again.” Dave was now up on the bed, fucking Max so hard that his shoulders where next to his ears. Jax had to remove the cock pump because it was hitting Max in the face everytime Dave buried his dick balls deep in Max’s boyhole. “Open your eyes and look at me Maxwell. Good, now tell me you want me to cum in your ass. DO IT!” “Cum…Cum in my…” Max wanted it but admitting it out loud would take away the last straw of dignity he had. “Say it or I pull out right now and you’ll never have a dick inside you ever again,” Dave stopped his pounding and rammed his cock as deep as he could and held perfectly still waiting for an answer. Max was silent until Dave began to withdraw his massive meat, motivating Max to make the rightchoice. “Cum in my ass sir, please! I need you to cum in my ass right now!” Max screamed, reaching up to grab Dave’s hips and pull him back into the hole. “You asked for it.” Dave resumed pounding, kicking it up to top speed for the longest minute of Max’s life, a minute that Max wanted to continue forever. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. HERE I CUUUUUUMMMM!” Dave forced his dick a fraction of an inch deeper than the deepest he’d gone and flooded Max with two weeks of tina-filled cum. He tried to count how many pumps of sperm he unloaded in the sweet boy hole, but lost could around 18, which was somewhere near the middle. Once the last drip had worked its way out of his piss slit, he slowly retreated until only the head of his considerable cock remained lodged just inside Max.”Come take my place quick Jax.” Jax did as requested, hoping off the bed and sidling up as close as possible. Max moaned when Dave’s angry read cock head finally popped out, but settled down an instant later with Jax continuing where Dave left off. Dissatisfied with the position he was fucking his new toy, Jax thrust his muscular arms under Max’s shoulders and pulled his body up off the bed, fucking as they walked over to the weight bench, which was set on an incline. Once there, Jax spun Max’s legs until the boy was face down with his head downhill from his hole. Max lost track of time as he gave in to the bliss he felt with every thrust. He didn’t even object as Sam stuffed his mouth full of the giant dick that would eventually destroy his spermy, sloppy butt. “Here cums load number two. Take it Max!” Jax 8 ½ inches swelled and throbbed as he added another pint of baby batter to the straight cum receptacle he had schemed, drugged and abused. Jax knew at the moment of his orgasm that he had done the right thing. Max asked for more when Jax slid out with an audible pop, and then he remembered who was next in line. Dave was now working the camera as Jax jimmied the butt plug into max, and then helped him up and walked him over to the suspended chair the men called a “sling.” With Sam on his right and Jax on his left, they hoisted him into the leather contraption, and secured his arms and legs, before unplugging his ass. He was about to ask why they did that when Sam inserted 2/3rds of his massive meat into the boy in one thrust. Max screamed and passed out for a few minutes. When he awoke, Sam was all the way in, and Max was getting shotgun hits of tina from Jax and Dave. Max never did get used to the length and girth of the horse cock rearranging his organs, but he did beg for every inch of it when Sam got ready to shoot. There was no one left to fill Max after he received the third load, or so he thought. “Sam and I are headed to the shower, but we’re leaving the door open and Jax will be running the camera.” Dave told Max while force feeding him more ghb. “Sam stuffed another rock up your dirty hole, and it should kick in just in time for the news to spread that our straight stripper boy is open for loading. I expect you to have at least two more loads by the time I get back.” Max struggled against his bonds and begged for them not to do it as the g kicked in. They did it anyway.

Thanks Neg4PozPittsburgh for this old BBX posting.. --- I was tired of studying the other day. Logged onto Manhunt. Started jerking off. Got an email from a hot guy in his late 30s. Not normally my type but he had a fuckin banging body. Huge pecs, sleeve tattoo on his arm. Great bulging biceps. Thick uncut dick. He had a tidy trimmed black beard, brown eyes, a thick, manly forehead and black hair. His hairline was receding some which turned me on. Our dialogue follows. "U horny?" he asked. "Yeah." "Hot pics." "thanks. u 2." "U live alone?" "Have a dorm room but its a single." "Want me 2 cum over?" "Yeah." "I don't have condoms." "I don't either. If u want 2 fuck better pick sum up on way here." Twenty minutes later my room phone rang. He had arrived. I let him in. He was taller than I and power flowed from him. We made chit chat for a while and sat on my bed drinking Coronas. His jeans sported a hefty bulge in the crotch. His hands were calloused from hard work and his skin was tanned. He told me he was a builder. Then he leaned over and kissed me. It was long deep and passionate. He pushed me onto my back, pulled my shirt off. In no time we were naked and I was on my knees sucking his big floppy dick which stood hard as a rock about eight inches in front of him. He had a great furry chest and legs. Even his hard abs had a black furry coat. Then he pushed me back on my back and sucked me off for a long time. He sucked my balls, licked my piss slit, licked my ass. His tongue got real deep and felt real good. Then he fed me his dick some more and filled my throat. I could barely take it and tried to pull off but he insistently kept his big uncut manrod lodged in my gullet. "You can do it" he said gently. "Take it. Make me feel good." He was gentle but I knew I had no choice. He fucked in and out, in and out. Then I felt his thick, rough fingers probing my hole. He got out some lube and started sliding more fingers in. It was like sandpaper in my ass and I tightened up. He scraped away. Next I noticed him lubing his cock. "Did you stop to get condoms?" I asked. "No" he replied. "That sucks" I said. "We can't fuck then." "Shhh" he said gently. "Just let me poke the head in for a second." He poked in. "See not so bad" he said. I reached up and touched his huge muscular chest and stroked the hair. My hand touched his face. His beard was soft but prickly under my fingers. His dick kept poking deeper and deeper. I pulled him by the neck down to kiss me. He made out with me frantically. I could feel my heart beating like crazy. His raw dick pushed deeper and deeper into my ass and I closed my eyes to picture his precum coating my insides. I moaned. "Ok we should stop" I said. "Yeah, we should" he answered. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine. He didn't even pause. His dick kept on pushing on in. That's when I felt his balls against my ass. "Oops all the way in" he said. He kept eye contact. "It feels real good." "Are you negative?" I asked. "Yeah, completely" he replied. He started fucking in and out. "Wait stop" I said. "Shhhhhh" he said gently. "It's great. You feel so good. Let me make you feel good." "We should have a condom" I said. "Its ok I trust you" he said, fucking harder and harder. The piston fuck was the most intense feeling of my life. "No, stop" I said. "I'll pull out in time to cum, I promise" he said. He grunted, fucking up a good sweat. My worries slowly melted and I gave over to the sensations I was feeling. Something huge was invading my guts. Pummeling in and out. "Fuck yeah" I finally said "Bareback me." His eyes lit up. "Yeah, you like that fuckin' raw dick in you?" "Fuck yeah" I said. "Give it to me raw man." "Fuck yeah, pussy boy" he hissed. "Take it. I'm gonna give it to you good." "FUCK yeah!" I said. I got more and more into it. Eventually he bent me over the bed and rammed me from behind. Then on all fours on the floor. Then he laid on his back and I slammed myself with all my might, up and down on his unprotected fuckpole. Then he got me back on my back, put my calves on his shoulders, and fucked me till he was red in the face. A big vein started to bulge in his head and he started to breath deeper. "I'm gettin' close!" he said. "Don't cum inside" I begged. I grabbed my own cock and started jerking for dear life. He gave me a few more frantic dick plunges then pulled out with a cry, "FUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He pointed his dick DIRECTLY at my hole and let loose what felt like a firehose blast of hot cum right on and in the gaping orifice. Then he plunged back in, balls deep and growled like a hungry angry predator, "SHIT!! SHITT!!!! YEA! FUCKIN SON OF A BITCH!!! OH, YEAH!!!!" He looked me in the eyes panting. "Oh that felt so good" he commented. My own dick was still hard in my hand. "Told you I'd pull out in time" he said. "But you just" "Shhhh" he cut in. "It feels really good. Enjoy it." I could feel tons of liquid dripping down my asscrack onto the sheets. "I'm still hard" he remarked, adding "I'm going to cum again, but this time inside you." He plugged my protests with his tongue and his bearded mouth enveloped mine. It hurt when it scratched against me. He started fucking in and out with his cock which was still rock hard. My ass was slick with cum. I kissed him back. It felt so fucking good. I gave over to it and let myself become his cumhole. He made love to me but also made me his object. "Fuck yeah" I groaned. "Yeah, you like that?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You want my cum?" "Yeah, fuckin' cum in me." I was jerking off now. He piston fucked for about 30 seconds then started grunting. "Here it comes. Here it comes. HERE IT COMES!!!" Then his face contorted like crazy and he let out another animal, angry, vicious growl. "FUCK yea! TAKE my fuckin' load! TAKE IT!" My dick started shooting squirt after squirt of jizz all over. His cum kept dribbling down my ass as he held his dick in me for a long time. After several seconds he remarked "That was hot." "Yeah, it was" I admitted. He stood and started getting dressed. On the small of his back I noticed a little biohazard tattoo. "What's that?" I asked. "Souvenir tattoo from Miami" he said with a laugh. He kissed me. "That was a great time." I kissed him back. I felt his cum smeared dick getting hard again. "One more" he said. He shoved me face first onto the bed before I could reply and he rammed in balls deep. "AWWWWWW!" he groaned. "FUCK yeah. FUCK!" One stroke, and he shot and just came as deep as he could. "FUCK that's hot. I'm cumming in you." He dressed and left. Now I'm sitting here online looking up what the biohazard tattoo means and I'm getting worried. But it was the fucking hottest time ever. He came over again yesterday. Maybe I'll tell you about that later.

Chapter 1 Looking at the church door, I froze. It felt odd being there. You see, I hadn't been to church in years. Growing up I went every Sunday because as a kid I thought it was what I was supposed to do. Plus it made my parents happy. By the time college came around I only went to church on special occasions. Before long not even then. So why was 30 year old me here? Although I'm not very religious, I never stopped considering myself a Christian; I just got to a point where attending church services didn't have much meaning for me. I had found myself wondering if now that I was older, going might give me something I had been too immature to previously appreciate. With that in mind I picked a Sunday to test out the nearby church and committed to go. Opening the door and seeing the regulars congregate in the lobby, I instantly regretted not delaying my visit like I had been toying with. You see, my ass was full of cum . It wasn't on purpose though! Having made the plan to come to church, I had pledged to be a good boy and spend Saturday night abstinent instead of taking loads from strangers like I usually do. But a regular hit me up and teased me with pics of his dick, and I soon found myself at his place, ass up, face down, and getting loaded. I figured since I took one load it wouldn't hurt to take another, which ultimately led to a night at the baths. Walking in and looking around, I felt so out of place. Almost everyone there, with the exception of a few couples, was over 60. Every step I took made me aware of how well-fucked and tender my ass was, which made the level of guilt I felt nauseating. Maybe the regulars could tell I was nervous, because before long people kept walking up to me. Most just gave me general welcomes to the church. A few were especially chatty, like this one woman who wouldn't stop babbling about how the church was looking for ushers. Finally, just when I couldn't take another "God be with you," the sanctuary doors opened. I started following the crowd into the sanctuary when I noticed a set of stairs to the left. A sign above said "balcony." Score! Hardly anyone was going up, so I figured I might be able to avoid being around too many people. And I was right! When I walked onto the balcony, there were only five people there. To my surprise, there was a guy about my age sitting up there. Best of all, he was smoking hot. As I passed by the guy we momentarily made eye contact. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but I swore he licked his lips as he gave me the once over. I felt my cheeks turn red as I almost came right there on the spot. Mortified, I scurried to the back and away from the others. Settling in my seat I took another look at the guy, and even the back of his head was sexy. Needing to calm down I took a deep breath and exhaled. This wasn't the time or the place. I felt so fucked up being horny in church. That was wrong, right? Soon the service started, and thoughts about the hot guy stopped. Instead, my mind was consumed by one thing: boredom. This was absolute torture! First a hymn. Then a prayer. Then another hymn. And on and on it went. Half way through, I couldn't help it. I had to check out grindr. I knew it was fucked up to do in church, but I needed a distraction. Without one I'd fall asleep and fill the sanctuary with snoring! Opening the app, I was shocked to see who was only a few feet away from me. In a shirtless pic with his face fully shown was the hot guy sitting in front of me. Oh. My. God. I looked through his pictures and practically died. Not only was he jacked, he was also tatted up! One in particular caught my attention: the biohazard sign on his right pec looked so hot on his caramel skin. I was practically drooling as I stared at his picture. Not only was this hot Christian guy gay, but he was poz too! Mindlessly I started rubbing my crotch and biting my lip. Thank god I was not only in the pew farthest to the back but alone too. I was debating whether or not to message him when my inbox pinged. I opened my inbox and couldn't believe it. Hot guy messaged me! "Hey cutie. Looks like you're not paying attention to the service either." I looked over and he was looking back at him. With a wink he held up his phone, showing me my own profile pic. Chuckling I replied back. "Nah. I don't know what I was thinking coming. This is so boring!" "I know! Can't deal with this shit anymore. Got a way to make it more entertaining though. Want my cock? Know a place we can escape to." I gasped when I got his dick pic. He was huge! Without hesitation I replied back. "Yes! I need your big cock up my ass!" "Lol thought so. Wanna know my status?" I paused not knowing what to say. Despite today's church excursion, I was without a doubt a whore. I loved taking loads from strangers, but I knew it was a risky lifestyle. I tried to be good about knowing other guys statuses, and when it came to online hook-ups I was. Bathhouses were a different story. The first couple of times I went I'd ask about status here and there, but eventually it seemed pointless. I knew guys could lie, especially in the heat of the moment. And besides, when you're face down, ass up, you're not exactly in the position for asking questions. Still, normally in positions like this I make an effort to know. Eventually, I came to a decision. "Nah. Don't care. Just want your load." The biggest smile filled my face when I hit send. For the first time when given the opportunity, I chose not to ask about status. I actually said I don’t care! "Good cumdump," the guy texted. "I'm gonna get up and go down the stairs. Wait a bit and then follow." "Yes Sir." With that set I sat back and waited. I couldn't keep my eyes off him as the hot guy got up and made his way towards the door. He was so tall! After he went through I waited about 30 seconds before following. I met up with him on the stair landing. With a wicked smile he winked and started making his way down the stairs. My hunger for his cock only grew as I followed him. I had no idea where we were going, nor did I care. At the bottom of the stairwell the guy stopped suddenly, causing me to slam into him. "Opps!” I said. “Sorry dude!" "Hey no worries buddy," he said smiling. "I like it rough anyway." He smiled and I instantly froze; I couldn't believe this was happening! I had come to church today with the intention of reconnecting with my Christian roots, and somehow it had led to hooking up with a hot guy. Never in my life had I felt like such a perverted whore. I liked it! Things got even better when he grabbed my head and forced me into a passionate kiss. My knees buckled as his arms enveloped me. Our hands roamed over each other, and I got lost in the growing hunger for his breath and lips. If this guy hadn't pulled away I never would've stopped. "I'm Marco by the way," he said, grabbing my arm. "Follow me." Marco opened the stairwell door and pulled me through with him into a hallway. Besides being well lit, the hallway seemed a bit neglected. Folding tables and chairs lined the hallway, as did boxes filled with random items. "They used to have Sunday School down here," Marco said as he pulled me down the hall. "At least until there were no more kids to teach. Now it's just old people who - Ah! There it is." We stopped at a door with a window built in. Looking through, it seemed we had stopped at a classroom, which I thought was odd. My hot stranger didn’t though. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, and looked back at the door. "Yep, B-4." Using the key Marco unlocked the door, opened it, and pulled us in. Once inside Marco let go of me and locked the door. I watched as he went from cupboard to cupboard, until ultimately stopping at one and pulling out a large blanket. Blanket in hand, Marco walked to the center of the room, pinching my ass as he walked by me. "Get naked slut," Marco said. Watching Marco lay out the blanket, I was suddenly very aware that not only was this a classroom, it was a classroom for kids. Posters with Bible verses lined the walls, as did drawings clearly done by kids. While some of the tables and chair sets were normal sized, some were also small. Toys filled boxes along the walls and were littered around the room. The more I looked around the more shame and guilt filled me. What the fuck was I doing? Did this guy really expect to fuck around in here? "Well, what are you waiting for?" Looking back at Marco, I saw that he was now naked. Seeing Marco naked took my breath away. It was way better than the pictures. As he slowly walked towards me, bottle of poppers in hand, all I could do was stare at his biohazard tattoo. When Marco got in front of me he opened the bottle of poppers, and took two long hits in each nostril. I realized that yes, he did expect us to fuck around in here.

I might get back to it been busy with my brother as we spend a lot on the streets protesting of late.

I had my first hookup after lockdown a few days ago connecting on twitter. Later the same day I went to a bathhouse shortly after 7pm when it opened. I was vacationing out of town and this was a gay sauna I’d not been to before in a small rural city. Although relatively small it had all the facilities: sauna, steam room, maze, cubicles, rooms, gloryholes, video room and sling. After showering I headed for the dark room and before long was being groped. I moved a little to a side room in the dark area and found a sling which I climbed into. However, some guys can’t take a hint and more groping and no fucking ensued. So I headed out to one of the rooms and laid on my back with the door open. Before long a gorgeous young Indian guy came past, paused and headed off but ducked into the room on his next circuit. He had a lovely large but soft cock which I started sucking and got semi-hard before he made it clear he wanted me to fuck him which I duly did. Regrettably he had me wear a rubber and couldn’t be persuaded otherwise. A bit more cruising and I found a guy face down on a bed so I started fucking him bareback.We moved into the next room after a while to use the sling and I ended up giving him an anal orgasm. After that was a standing fuck in a corridor, raw. Highlight of the evening was back in the room when a guy started expertly fondling my cock, once that progressed to my asshole and some lube was added, I switched off my back and knelt on the bed ass arched to leave no doubt what I wanted. He turned out to have a large cock and was an expert in using it, adopting some unusual but stimulating rhythms. He came in me but unfortunately had used a condom, as seemed fairly typical in this rural area. Finally back in the sling, this time with me getting pounded, albeit by a fairly short cock. A lot of effort put in by the guy but he didn’t Cunard I didn’t get much from it either.

I liked the above post, not because I like what happened, but because I am also tired of the drug-using crowd co-opting perfectly good words and giving them a covert meaning that then gets flashed everywhere like a badge of honor. And FWIW, I'm very much pro-legalization of pretty much everything for adults. I figure if you're dumb enough to shoot up with whatever the latest chemical du jour is, knock yourselves out, just do it somewhere far away from me, keep it away from the kids, and don't operate a motorized vehicle (car, truck, plane, boat, snowmobile) off your own property while you're using. I'm just tired of finding out perfectly good words with useful meanings in the non-drug world are being ruined by appropriation.

yeah I have been filmed sucking cocks n getting fucked by tons of guys since im often a blindfolded cumdump so guys will often film it on the sly n then tell me afterwards or sometimes I just come across a video or pictures of guys using me. plus I assume a lot of apt pump n dumps film me n never tell me they did. I guess most whores don't want random fucks breeding them on camera but I'm too much of a whore to care.i don't care if they do closeups of my face with guys cocks sliding in and out or cumming all over my face or me begging strangers to blow their load in me.have found myself naked in the porntheatre, public restrooms, parks and alleys sucking cock n getting barebacked n when I look up some random guys have their phone pointed at me

Without any doubt. All to the good. It just leaves the complication that identifying potential partners among the homosexual population isn’t quite as simple as in the hetero population where secondary sex characteristics are usually reliable markers. That is to say: We have no equivalent to boobs. When the risk of approaching a man of unknown orientation was simply too great, visual codes became necessary, and, if you knew what to look for, marked the individuals in the crowd. Now that the danger is subsiding, the need for covert identification is also disappearing - but not the usefulness that the system offered. Just because we don’t have to hide anymore doesn’t necessarily make us easy to find.

Interesting that the sex shop was ready with advice on billiard ball insertion... but I suppose after a little while they end up seeing just about everything. My nephew worked at a sex shop once, and had a guy purchase a large dildo with a suction cup base, take it outside to his car in the parking lot, suction it to the hood of his car, strip nude, and begin fucking himself on it in full and open view of the busy Interstate traffic passing close by. The cops who arrived and took the (impaired) man into custody told my nephew he needed to come remove the dildo before they could impound the vehicle. That was nonsense, of course - it had been bought and paid for. But he came out with gloves on, pried the thing off and tossed it into the bushes. I know, I know - some of you guys would have taken it home, but I guess after you’ve worked at a sex shop a while these things lose their appeal...

Oh my... memories. Once upon a time I had a 12” double-headed dildo. I got quite practiced at taking it all the way up to the point that only the second head remained outside my hole. This was many years ago, when I was still very tight inside. One evening my ass got greedy. After I came hard from that cumming-while-impaled feeling, I reached down to pull on the second head only to find it not there. A finger inserted full-length up my cunt met nothing but cunt. Long story short, after trying minimal procedures and failing, the doctors told me I would have to have it surgically removed. With only one hour left before I was to be cut open, I went to the toilet, and by some miracle the thing suddenly dislodged and slithered out of me. Expensive lesson - A suitcase full of dignity I’ll never get back, plus $2,000 and change to the hospital. You can get 15-20 really good dildoes for that...

Last Saturday night I was chatting with this pretty 18 year old. He was sitting wide-eyed on a bench outside the showers, ogling the guys strutting their stuff. I sat down beside him and said, "Hi." It was his first time at the Baths, and he was nervous. He found the atmosphere intimidating and was scared to death of "catching something." He wanted sex (at least he said he did); but all the guys were too old or fat or withered or diseased. And he was shocked by all the "unsafe sex." Several guys walked by clutching little vials, and he asked me what Poppers did for them. He'd never tried them. "They're no big deal, really. They just relax you and make you feel more sociable." "Got any?" "In my locker. Be right back." But they weren't in my locker. I had 'em stuffed in the waist folds of my towel all along. I just needed an excuse to find my bud. Adam was sitting in the TV Room. He'd already noticed the cute thing I was with, as had everybody in the Club by then. "Gonna fuck him?" "He's pretty green. It's his first trip here, and he's scared to death. I need your help. You get first dibs." I told him we'd meet him in the Maze, then hurried back to the Kid. He was relieved to see me round the corner as some "Sleazy Old Trolls" had put the make on him. I handed him the bottle and told him to take a little sniff to see how they affected him. He did so, maybe for a moment longer than I would have recommended, then moaned that he felt "nice and hot." "Now there's the understatement of the year!" I asked him if he’d like to take a tour; and he said, "Yes." Upon spotting the "Sleazy Old Troll" who'd groped his Ass, he kept close on my tail. Once again he asked to borrow my Poppers. I told him to hang onto them. I had a feeling the Kid would need them a helluva lot more than I before the night was through. "Geez, thanks." He took a deep whiff and turned red. "They sure work wonders. Lemme know when you want 'em back." We entered the Maze and stood just inside the door, back lit only by a dim red light. The moaning emanating from the dark passages beyond was supplanted by the slap of flesh on flesh. Unnerved, the Youth uncapped the bottle and took another whiff. That's when Adam slipped behind him, and I stepped back into the shadows. The Kid sniffed from the bottle while Adam worked his Ass. I don't know what sweet-nothings my bud whispered in his ear, but they took off for Adam's room. As I waited for the outcome of their little tryst, I entered the bowels of the Maze in search of LOVE. An unlubed finger snaked up my Butt. Annoyed, I turned to confront my uncouth suitor, and discovered it was Alan. He led me to his room. The Kid was lying on his stomach. "Why's he sleeping?" "Well, he wanted to try something a little stronger than Poppers; and all I had was GHB." "Great! We can't leave him here like this!" But Adam is one of those imperturbable buggers whom nothing fazes. Between the two of us, we dragged the Kid back to the Maze and strapped him in the leather Sling. The Kid looked so angelic, his legs in stirrups high above his head, his glistening Mancunt soft and beckoning. I guess Adam couldn't help himself. After depositing a 2nd POZ LOAD up the Boy's Mancunt, he took off, leaving me alone with Poisoned Beauty. I reached down, dug my finger in his Pussy, and came away with a digit drenched in Spooge. I marveled at how salty. Adam's Seed is always salty. "AH, POZ CUM!" I sighed dramatically, recollecting the day two years before when Adam confided he was POZ. I'd always suspected I'd been the one who bred his Ass, but never breathed a word of it to anyone. I glanced down at Sleeping Beauty. Such a sweet Pussy! We were alone. He'd never be more fuckable. I shuddered as the 3rd POZ LOAD of the evening spurted up the Young Man's Ass. I headed for the showers to join my Bud, then to his room for a catnap. 2 A.M! Time to check on our Progeny. There was a lot of traffic in the Maze. One of the fabled "Old Trolls" stopped me excited. "Fuck! You should see what's going on." Still secured in the Sling was our Sacrificial Lamb. As I nudged my way amongst the damp towels, I realized what I'd first perceived as a mulling muck of Cocks and Balls was actually an orderly queue of Bareback Tops intent on breeding the Young Twink. "What's with the Kid?" I asked the Dude up next to dip his wick. "A PNP Boy who's overdosed," came his educated guess. "Then how cum he's strapped in like that?" "Must be a Cum Addict as well. Look. Do me a favor. Save my place. I'll be right back. I gotta piss." "No, wait. I know that Kid. He's into Watersports. Piss down his throat, then fuck his Ass." Word spread like wildfire. And so it was that one Top after another, the old, the infirm, the obese, and the diseased, joined ranks to fill both the Youngster's Holes with Piss and Cum. I saw the Kid take five dirty Loads at least. Of course he had it cuming. Justice rendered is justice deserved. They hadda take the Kid down a notch. The Punk was simply too goody two-shoes. I watched a pair of "Old Trolls," with purple KS lesions dotting their bodies, shoot up the Young Man's Butt. He was sure gonna be sore in the morning—not to mention the AIDS VIRUS which would make his life a Living Hell. I had to smile.

4. Agents James wiped the cum off his chest with an old rag, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes. Struggling to focus on the phone's screen, he looked up where Mitchell's office was. It was further than he had thought, and he'd need to get started if he was going to get there in time. He took a shower, and debated about what to wear. Finally, he put on a jeans and a polo shirt. It made him look a little more mature than he was. Jimmy would have been in a t-shirt, but James wore a collared shirt. He got an Uber, and headed across town to Mitchell's office. He made it there with some time; he wandered around the neighborhood. It was mainly low-rise office blocks and strip malls filled with lunch places. It looked like it was becoming more hip, but there were traces of an old seediness; he saw one corner with two adult bookstores. After killing some time, he went to Mitchell's office. He expected the receptionist to answer, but it was Mitchell himself. There was no mistaking the deep Southern accent James had heard on the phone. Mitchell was in his mid-thirties, with dark-blond hair, a thick beard, and brown eyes. He was exactly the kind of man James had imagined from the phone. He was about the same height as James, but twice as big; all of it muscle. He was wearing jeans and a v-neck t-shirt. It went down far enough to expose a thick patch of fur on his chest. James forced himself not to stare at the man, as James offered him a chair in a small living room area. The first part of the meeting went smoothly, the two introduced themselves, and Mitchell carefully went down a list of responsibilities for both of them. James had read much of this on the web, but it put him at ease for Mitchell to repeat it. Besides, it gave him a chance to look over Mitchell at his leisure. "What kind of roles are you willing to play? Would you play a gay man?" Mitchell asked him, snapping him back to the reality. "Well, yeah," James started. "I mean, I am gay." "Would you be open to straight scenes?" "I've kissed a girl on stage." "Nice." Mitchell smiled at him, and James wanted to do everything he could to make him smile like that again. "Would you be interested in soft-core stuff? You know, sexy romance type things?" "Straight?" "No, gay." "I guess. I mean, nudes are fine. But nothing hard-core, you know." Mitchell nodded his head in agreement. "I mean, people don't graduate from porn. They fail to porn." Mitchell started to say something, then paused. "That's old thinking, really. There's a lot more movement between the adult and regular industry these days." "Really?" James's head was swimming a bit; he was entranced by Mitchell, and was finding himself agreeing just to make the older man happy. "Yeah. You just have to own it, and not make a big deal about it." He smiled again. "But there's plenty of work in soft-core. It pays the bills, and gives you experience. You be in to that?" "Yeah, I think I would. What's it involve?" "At most, just a blow job." Mitchell grinned. "And who doesn't like a blow job?" James nodded, thinking about his earlier fantasy of this man sucking him off. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, I guess," James said. "Earlier, when I called you. Were you jerking off?" James blushed deep red. He realized there was no way to hide the truth now. "Yeah," he said. "I was." "You cum?" "Yeah," he said. "It was a big load too." "I'm sure. What were you thinking about?" James blushed once more. He couldn't tell Mitchell his fantasy. "Just lots of things. Men. Sucking dick." "So, you'd fit right in doing soft-core. Do you like sucking dick?" "It's what I do mostly," James managed to say. "Yeah? When was the last time you sucked a guy's cock?" James didn't know what to do. It was one of the most personal questions, getting to the very heart of James's sexuality. The smile started to fade from Mitchell's face, and James knew he had to do something to keep the handsome older man happy. "Last night," he said. "What happened?" "Went home with a guy, sucked him off." "Nice." He straightened up, like he was about to make an announcement. "This has been good. There's just the last issue of a quick screen test, and then I'll send over some paperwork for you. I can already think of a few productions that could use someone like you." Mitchell stood up, went over to a corner, where a camera was already set up on a tripod. "Ready?" Mitchell asked, as he set up the camera to focus on the couch. "I guess, yeah," James said. "What do you want me to do?" "Just what you've been practicing. Sucking cock." Mitchell turned on the camera, and sat back down on the sofa, his legs spread wide. James didn't try to hide his staring. Even through Mitchell's trousers, he could see the outline of a long, thick cock. "Now? You?" "Well, you need work. And there's no time like the present." James stood up from the chair. He knew this was a slippery slope. But no one else had called him back yet. He wanted at least something he could rely on. Besides, it was hard to deny just how hot Mitchell was. If there wasn't the power dynamic, he would have happily serviced the man. "Is this right?" "It's fine," Mitchell said. He was smiling and rubbing his crotch. It was almost a dirty leer; James knew exactly what was required of him. It was a gut punch: from the feeling of power and competence in the morning, he was back to a helpless cocksucker. "I mean, are you sure? Here?" He looked around, but the office was empty other than the two men. As he closed his mouth, he realized it was also very quiet. "Are you going to be this much trouble on set?" Mitchell asked. "Directors don't like being delayed on set with pointless questions." He undid his belt. "Come on. You said you've gotten some practice in recently Show me how good you are." James was still struggling. He knew nothing good would come of sucking his agent off. But he also knew how hot his agent was. He was also acutely aware that he had only three months of savings. He couldn't afford a false step. "Is this normal?" James asked. "I don't take on first-time clients without one," Mitchell. "But you don't have to do anything." He sighed, then started to put his belt back on. "No," James said, falling down to his knees right in front of Mitchell. "I'll do it." He leaned in and pressed his face into the man's crotch. He inhaled deeply. It was soap and sweat, and a hint of pre-cum. He couldn't help himself, and pulled down Mitchell's trousers and underwear. "That's it boy," Mitchell said, adjusting his position for James to take the head of his cock. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned as James swallowed the head, and worked his way down the shaft. "That's a talented mouth." James forced Mitchell's cock into his mouth. It was thick, firm, and long; it was a perfect man's cock. Despite his initial misgivings, once he had it in his mouth, he couldn't imagine any other existence. He needed to feel Mitchell's cock, and all he could think about was getting the man off, and the creamy reward of orgasm. "That's it, boy," Mitchell moaned. He put his hand on James's head, forcing the boy down his shaft. "It's all right if you gag. I get it a lot." James hated the situation, but knew it was what was still expected of aspiring actors in Hollywood. But he loved the agent's cock, and was determined not to gag. He remembered the times he had gagged on Eric, and how the quarterback had moaned in pleasure at his discomfort. He said it was like a hand-job and a blow-job in one. "Oh yeah," Mitchell said, moaning as the young man worshipped his thick cock. He had already unloaded in another aspiring actor anus that morning, but James was hot and horny. The last traces of James's reluctance had disappeared, and he had thrown himself into the blow job. For the next ten minutes, his world was Mitchell's cock. His throat slowly relaxed, and he was able to take the man's cock more easily. "Yeah," Mitchell grunted. "Open up for me. Let me in your throat." The thick shaft was choking James, but he reminded himself that this was entirely about his future. "Oh fuck, that's good." Mitchell moaned again. He put both hands on James's head, and held the young man's head down on his cock. "Fucking take my load," he grunted, as his cock swelled. Deep in his throat, James felt the thick warmth of Mitchell's spooge draining into his stomach. "TAKE MY LOAD," he grunted, as he continued to unload into James. "TAKE IT," he grunted again. James needed air, and he was struggling to withstand the gagging feeling. Finally, Mitchel released his grip, in time for the fourth spurt to land directly on James's tongue. "Oh hell yeah," Mitchell said. "That was fucking great." He pulled his dick out of James's mouth, and stroked the head to get out a last spurt. As James leaned in to lick it up, Mitchell lifted his hips to force it back into James's mouth. The timing was bad, and instead his dickhead hit James's eye. "Oh fuck," James grunted. "Fuck. I'm sorry. In your eye." Mitchell ran his finger along James's eye. "Red already?" "I hit it jerking off this morning," James said. Mitchell just laughed. "It's all fun and games until someone gets cum in his eyes." "Yeah," James said. He wiped the cum off his face, licking his fingers carefully afterwards. "All fun and games."

That's how I view it. The looser you are the more promiscuous you are. and that means you have a healthy view of sex and the appetite to match. Plus as a guy with a super loose stretched out ass canyon myself, when i see another guy in that condition I know how much sexual use they have endured to get that way.

Great story and still reading. Gets me going

The last time that I had sex before the lockdown was in mid-March, with one of my many regular partners. Things have gotten better since then, happily, but I am still at the point where I would not feel safe with my regular partners or they with me. Many of them have at least one risk factor--a pre-existing health condition, or a relatively old age--or live with people who are themselves at risk, or are understandably not willing to risk anything regardless. I had been messaged over the lockdown by new people at different places, and am interested in some, but if we are both not interested in new people right now I am reluctant myself. Happily, an opportunity presented itself. My fuckbuddy of mid-March, J, was free and interested and not in any risk group Thursday, and so was I. I prepped, and took a bus and subway ride over to his place just after noon. It was great. He's an excellent top, one who is able to take me on spit alone. (IMHO he disproves the idea of a big dick being necessary; his dick, a bit smaller than the 5.5" average, is a superb tool) That's what he did, after we 69ed and we ate each others' asses, him taking me in a few different positions over the better part of an hour. He came inside me, feeding me some of his cum from my ass before I came myself; I plugged myself to hold onto his cum for that much longer. We chatted for another hour after that. Besides being great at sex and classically handsome, too, J's a smart person. I had missed that intimate contact. I had worn my new half-harness, bought online from Priape at the start of the lockdown, and we talked about new things. Water sports will be on the menu next time. I took a leisurely walk home in the summer-like heat, keeping my buttplug in me for hours. I forgot to take it out until I got home, and kept it in until the evening.

I left the porno store. Four more loads up my ass. 3 down my throat. I would have taken more but the the store had to close at midnight. So I was on my way home my ass leaking come from stranger's cocks. All evening I was so focused on giving my body over to other men. Just giving up my body to anyone without discrimination. As I was driving home I took stock of where I was in my life. Ever since that kid had dropped his poz nut in my ass 3 years ago, I have been moving towards getting myself knocked up with HIV. Everything had just kind of falling into place. my wife, who had been sick for several years, had begun to deteriorate about a year ago. She was now in hospice full-time. My younger son had moved in with his grandparents. This was good for him. He had a hard time being in the house with his mother so sick. That left me and my older son, Sean, who was getting ready for college, in the house alone. Sean was 18 and the school athlete. He was a little short. 5‘7“, toned, smooth, and had a nice fat 7 inch cock. I have seen him naked many times through the years. Sometimes at home and sometimes at the gym. Even at church camp. I always admired his beauty. He had the nicest bubble but I had ever seen. I even found myself at times getting aroused looking at him we’re thinking about his body. Because of my wife's illness I was on sabbatical from the church. I didn't even have to check in. I just stayed away. That's why I had so much time to fuck around at the park and in the porno store. I took loans at the corner store at least four days a week. Tonight I have thrown away my prep. In another month I'd be susceptible to the virus. The thought of being converted kept my cock hard all the way home. Every cock that went in my ass that night I imagined was swimming with the virus. I pulled into the garage. My son's car was already parked there. It wasn't that late, just before 1 at night. He was sometimes out with his friends till 2 or 3 in the morning. I made my way in the house still dressed in the clothes I had picked up from the bushes at the park. I thought for a brief moment about the kid who had left his clothes outside the bathroom. Thought about him getting railed by that old poz breeder. It must have been a really hot scene. I pictured the kid on his knees sucking that fat cock with the spiked ball hanging off the end of it. I imagined him savoring the viral pre-come dripping from that cock. I knew the breeder would piss on him it’s been around and rough fuck his little boy hole. Fill the kid with his toxic gift. I boned up thinking about it. I realized in all my playing around at night I have never calm. I was still horny as fuck. I needed more Hass and cock and sperm. I made my way into the house and down the back hallway. I passed my son's room. His door was partially opened. I stopped and looked in. He was lying on his stomach on the bed apparently asleep. He had a beautiful body. The light from outside gave enough light to the room for me to see the outline of his naked form. His beautiful bubble but glistening in the moonlight. My hard cock throbs looking at him. I craved his ass. I wanted to plunge my cock into that ass that I had made and fill it with my seed. I wanted to fuck my own son. I wanted to creep in to the room. Wanted to lay my body over his. Even if I had to force him, I wanted to breed him deep and raw. But I was ready for that I didn’t think. But I knew what I would be thinking about as I jerked off in the shower. I started to walk away from his room when I noticed a pile of clothes at the end of his bed. It was time to do laundry so I step quietly into the room and reached down and picked up the pile of clothes.As I picked up the clothes from the floor it hit me. These were my clothes. These were my clothes that I threw into the bushes at the park just a few hours ago. The kid in the restroom getting railed by the gifter with the big spiked to PA was my son. Was my 18-year-old son. And I stood there realizing I was wearing his clothes. My ass full of strangers’ cum. My cock rock hard and dripping from thinking about fucking my son. I heard a rustling on the bed and my son flipped over. Still half asleep he stretched, his cock standing straight out from his body. Something came over me, possessed me. And I tossed the clothes I was holding into his face as he was waking up, “ Recognize these clothes? Recognize these clothes that you wore home?“ I sneered and stepped up next to the bed. “ Do you recognize these clothes I’m wearing? The clothes you threw in the bushes on your way into that shit hole toilet to get railed by a evil pervert with AIDS?“ Sean’s eyes grew big. Fear rose in his face. The stink of it rose from his body. He was awake now, wide awake. “ Looks like my oldest son is a bugchasing faggot“ I said, grabbing a single ankle, jerking him to the edge of the bed and rolling up on top of him so that he was pinned underneath me. I was not in control anymore of my lust.

I started playing with my hole around 12, I would put anything remotely phallic up there (I do now too, but having young kids makes it difficult and thus far more infrequent). Screwdriver handles were definitely number one in the old days. I am a sucker for the taste of my own hole so I used to fuck myself with open bananas and eat them afterwards, kielbasa works well too. I would also put gummy candies into my hole, push them out and eat them, covered in all my ass-goo. The good old days, nothing like a trip down memory lane to get my hole twitching AGAIN!

Part 3 I had only kissed one other person like this before and I was drunk at the time so it was mostly a blur. But the T made me more aware of the feeling of Mr. Kelly....dad....kissing me and wrapping both of his arms around me his hairy chest pressed against me. Our making out was so heated like we were trying to devour each other. I just took his lead and tried to do what he was doing and it was so hot. He broke the kiss but didn't pull away more than a couple inches. He looked into my eyes. "I want to show you everything you want and more. But we will take this at your pace. I promise. Just tell me if I am pushing you too far and we will stop. Is that ok son?" He said the magic word. When he called me son I felt myself melt into him. It made me want him, dad, even more. "Yes dad" was all I could say. I was so horny and my cock was aching to be touched. I reached down to my crotch and noticed that I wasn't hard at all. I didn't understand it but I figured by the time my pants came off it would be hard again. "Why don't we go into the bedroom? I have a TV in there too." He got up off the couch and took my hand and lifted me off it. He grabbed the pipe and the torch and led me into his bedroom. Against one wall was a king size bed. I had never seen one so big before. It was bigger than my parents bed. On the opposite wall was another TV mounted to the wall. "Go ahead and sit up on the bed. I think there's a movie I have that youre gonna like." He was at a small desk with his laptop on it. I sat up in the bed on one side against the headboard to get a good TV watching position. In a minute the TV was on and a video started. Two guys sitting on a couch fully clothed and staring into the camera. It was obvious right off the bat that these two were related. The older guy looked around my dad and Mr. Kelly's age and the younger guy looked around my age and he looked like he would be what the older guy looked like 20 years before. Mr. Kelly...dad...it was hard to get out of the habit of thinking of him as my teacher...before he came to the bed he went into his closet and pulled out a small cloth bag. He got onto the bed and told me to get closer to him. "We'll make use of every inch of this bed eventually, but let's sit close now." I pulled myself over more to the center of the bed so that our arms were touching. "What do you say you take off the shirt son?" I did as he asked and soon dad and son were both topless. He rubbed my chest and brought his hand down to my stomach and crotch. That first feeling of another man's hands on my body was like electricity. I was shivering. The dad and son on the screen were starting to rub each other's legs. Dad pulled out of his cloth bag another small bag of what looked like chunks of crystals. "I'm going to reload the pipe so we can smoke a little more. You liked it right? Do you want to do more son?" That word again. "Yeah dad. I like it a lot. It's weird I got so horny after those hits but I'm not hard at all." "That happens to some people son. I wouldn't worry about it. As long as you're feeling good that's all that matters." He dropped some of the crystal pieces into the bulb and I heard the now familiar sound of the click of the torch. He took the first hit and then began to pass the pipe back and forth between the two of us. Each time he would hold the pipe to my mouth telling me to suck in as long as it was there and then he would tell me to hold it in until he did his next hit. The tingling continued and spread throughout my body but I also felt something else happening. It's hard to explain. It felt like something in my mind was being opened. Like the hits were the key that would release what was inside. And I was feeling that what was inside was all the dirty thoughts I had that I didn't want to tell anyone and that I didn't want to tell myself. "How are you feeling son?" dad asked. "Oh dad" was all I could say in response. My head was being flooded with thoughts I always thought were so dirty about gay sex and gay incest. I think he could tell that I was changing. He smiled and chuckled again. "Feeling good huh? How would you feel if I suggested we get naked?" I didn't wait to respond. I just stripped of my clothes. I wanted to be naked with this man. With my dad. And I wanted to feel our bodies pressed together. I swept the rest of my clothes off the bed and onto the floor and turned back to him. He was naked too and I think I gasped at the sight of him. I was with a hot man who looked better naked then clothed. And what I could not miss was the biggest cock I had ever seen. From stealing glances in the locker room, most of us were pretty much the same size. But dad was long and thicker than anything I could compare it to. Nothing came to mind. He noticed me staring. "Are you ok son?" "You're so huge dad." He smiled again. "Yes. I am pretty big compared to most guys. Do you like that it's big?" I didn't know how to respond. "I think so...but I just never thought they got that thick before." He grabbed his hard cock. "It is very thick. Probably not too much bigger than average lengthwise." I could see that his fingers did not touch when he wrapped his hand around his cock. "Come back over here and sit with me. We can watch more of the movie." I climbed back into the center of the bed and he put his arm back around me and pulled me close. He had the pipe in the hand that was around me and he lit it again so that I could take another big hit. We both took two or three more. By that point I had lost count. I was just flying and thinking the thoughts that I had kept inside for so long. Dad told me to keep my eye on the screen and to keep stroking. I didn't even realize I was stroking my soft cock. Even though I couldn't get hard, it felt good to touch it. The dad and son on screen were fully naked and the dad was on top of the son as they made out. "I love making out with you son." The dad confirmed that he was with his son. The only difference was they were definitely the real thing. It was making me hornier every time they started talking dirty like that. Dad put his mouth up to my ear. "You like when they talk like that to each other son?" I shivered again and just nodded. "We're going to have so much fun together son." My mind was swimming. Somehow all the things I was raised thinking were wrong were the things I wanted to do most in the moment. "Why don't you grab my cock son." Without taking my eyes off the screen, I reached over and put my hand around dad's cock. It was hot and throbbing and felt even thicker in my hand. His mouth was still at my ear. "Yes son. That feels good. I want you so bad. And so does this cock. Stroke it for me son." I began stroking his cock up and down. It was harder than I think I ever felt with my cock. Like a weapon. The son was sucking on his dad's cock. In the same way that they looked alike everywhere else on their bodies they had similar cocks. The dad was moaning and at one point said "Look at me while you suck that cock that made you son." That's when I felt dad touch my cock for the first time. I started shaking immediately. It was so unexpected and felt amazing. Another person's hand on my cock. It was still soft but I could feel it getting a little thicker in dad's hand. "You like that son?" I was gasping and nodding. "Yeah dad. That's amazing." "Should we try to do a little more? You decide. It's up to you son." I nodded. "Son. Look me in the eye and tell me." He pulled away from my ear and I turned to look at him. He was no longer smiling. He looked dead serious. "Yes dad. I wanna do more dad. Please."

PART 7: ASHTON GIVES IN Ashton lay there silently on his back -- drunk from a night out on the town -- as I slid his tight boxer briefs down his tanned thighs and pulled them off his feet. Sure enough, the kid had gotten a hard-on, probably still thinking about the random girl he saw hours earlier. Facing no resistance, I leaned down and began licking his young dick from the tip to his balls and back again, finally engulfing the entire 7 inches in my mouth. Ashton moaned and lifted one hand over his face but said nothing. Within a few seconds, Ashton was bucking his hips against my mouth. Clearly he wanted this, but I wanted more. I lifted myself off the bed and slid Ashton closer to the foot of the bed. I motioned Jimmy to take my place on the kid's dick, which he did immediately and began expertly sucking Ashton’s 21-year-old rod. I lifted Ashton’s toned legs over my shoulders and licked my finger – the same one with the pointed nail that just a few weeks ago had ripped up Cody’s hole and prepared him for my deadly virus. Ashton made no sound at all when I slid my wet finger into his hole and went deep. Jimmy continued sucking him, being careful to not bring him to completion just yet. “Oh duuuude, that’s intense. Shit,” Ashton slurred, still showing no objection but not entirely understanding what was happening to him. “Pfffff. What kind of toy is that?” “It’s the best kind, Ashton,” I said quietly. “Just enjoy it. I want you to feel good. You’re the star here, so this is all about making you feel good.” “Mmmmm,” he responded, still with his hand covering his eyes – maybe to block out the light, or maybe so he could imagine two hot, busty co-eds enjoying his body rather than two average-looking gay men using him. After a minute, I pulled my finger out and, even in the dim light, could see Ashton’s negative blood caked under the long, jagged fingernail I’d prepared for this night. Without a pause, I lubed my cock and pulled his body closer until my bare mushroom head rubbed against his vulnerable, exposed hole. Jimmy never pulled his mouth off Ashton’s cock, but I could see his eyes widen as he twisted his head to watch me lean further into Ashton, popping my raw cock slowly into his damaged neg chute. That got Ashton’s attention, even in his drunken state. “Ahhh. That toy’s too thick dude, I don’t think I can,” he said, never looking down to see that it was, in fact, a dripping poz cock that was entering his gorgeous 21-year-old body. “Shhh, give it a sec, you’re gonna love it, son,” I said. I nodded to Jimmy to pick up the pace, because Ashton wasn’t going to give us much time. As Jimmy began sucking faster to bring Ashton to climax, the boy moaned – maybe in response to the expert blowjob he was getting, or maybe because I was gradually building up speed myself as I felt my load began to make its move. Within 30 seconds of entering his gorgeous, tight ass, Ashton began bucking his hips into Jimmy’s mouth, shooting his own young seed into my friend. At the same time, my cock began to jerk inside the boy as a 6-day load of dirty, toxic HVL seed unloaded into his healthy young jock body. “Ahhhhh, damn,” Ashton mumbled, barely coherent. Within seconds, he started to snore quietly, still with my cock in him. I considered leaving my cock in him to go for another round, but I decided it was late, and I was exhausted. With Jimmy sitting back in the chair again and providing an audience, he watched as I pumped my stiff dick in the kid a few more times to (and this is the part he didn’t know) try and drive my virus deeper into his wounded ass, then slid out. “Oh damn, you didn’t even use a condom?” Jimmy whispered to me as he saw my bare, cum-covered cock slide out of his young stud friend. “How do you know Ashton doesn’t have gono? I’m pretty sure he cheats on his girlfriend.” “Oh well, that’s the chance we take” I replied. We both chuckled a little as we pulled Ashton up the bed and got him settled in under the covers. Jimmy got a shower and took his place on the other side of the huge bed with Ashton. I could swear I heard Jimmy grunting later. My hunch was that he also got his cock inside Ashton and pounded my dirty load in a little deeper, but I never knew for sure. I went to my room and slept like a baby.

I love the smell of stale piss it gets me instantly hard

Haha yeah it’s great when this happens. Although I do also love the feeling of a guy squirting lube on my hole and knowing he’s going to pound me. Unfortunately some tops are super sensitive and can’t manage it. Are your bf and his room mate cut? I’ve had uncut guys have trouble with the amount of friction.

So glad to see so much love for both cut and uncut. I love all cocks—but I do get a special kind of excited when I find an uncut cock. im cut, myself.

Part 5; Sex is not normally allowed in the shower area, but an incredible show was just about to be put on, so, I am sure the rules could be bent on this one occasion! We got to the shower area, and there were two showers free. We took the end one, where I at his command held onto the bit that held the shower head that was firmly in the wall. Some guys were showering, some were drying, and some were passing through to get to another part of the sauna. His voice boomed out; - May I have your attention please my fellow good Men? I am HIV+, I have the strain that I first became infected with in the late 80s, and the Cuban strain that I acquired more recently due to being a fucked up nasTy sex pig. Now this sexy handsome young Man wants something from me, don't you. - Yes Sir - Tell the good people what it is you want from me - I want you to infecT me with your poz cum Sir - You have been begging me to infecT you, haven't you boy - Yes Sir, and I will continue to beg for as long as it takes for you to give me what I want, and what I as a worthless FAGGOT deserve! Someone from the gathering crowd piped up; - Fuck YEAH, I gotta see this nasTy horny sh!t go down He took my towel away from me, revealing my pert tight high round ASS - Holy sh!t, I wish it was me that was knocking up that cutie! I suddenly felt his nasTy piece of AIDS-Meat slapping on my ASS cheeks - What's my viral load boy, remember? - Isn't it 13.3 Million copies, Sir - Yes boy, well done, but louder so everyone can hear you. What is Sir's viral load? - 13.3 Million Sir *I said , raising my voice* I think he was trying to humiliate me, which turned me on to no end. He turned to the crowd, which was building ... - So, are there any objections? I stood up straight to get a good look at everyone. And everyone seemed to be fully erect, most stroking their hard Dicks. I think everyone was excited to witness my life change! I suddenly caught the eye of another AIDS fucker, looking at my Sir with an evil looking smirk, as though to say, 'I know your game, because I play it too' ... He walked over, sporting his Bio-hazard tattoo on his left pec. He also was yellow, skinny, and gaunt. FUCK, did I pick the right day or whaT to come here. He re-positioned me to how I was before I stood up straight, stood to the side of me, parted my ASS cheeks; - Go on mate, fuck your boy. Do NOT make him wait any longer. I felt my AIDS God grab my hips, and penetrate me and begin fucking my eager begging to be pozzed, neg cunt. As he fucked he spanked my bubble cheeks. - Oh Fuck YEAH. Your cunT is feeling very warm and silky wrapped around my Death-weapon, and soon I am going to take full ownership of it, boy! - Fuck Sir, I have secretly waited years for this moment to cum, when a REAL Man would claim full ownership of me by giving me his DNA ~ I CANNOT wait! My AIDS God's soon to be partner in crime began to make himself fully present in our worlds from here on in; - I heard ALL of what you both said. The entire dialogue! Fucking NASTY mate! I am unmedicated too, and also have a super-infection. But I have Hep C, also. - I have Hep C too - Oh yeah, know your Genotype? Mine is 6! - Mine is 2! - GREAT! My HIV super-infection is subtype AE. Between the pair of us we've got plenty to keep his immune system very busy. - Join us in my private cabin when we are done here if ya like. - Fuckin' DONE mate! They are having this conversation whilst my Sir is fucking me, attention not even on me, just being used like some piece of Fuck-Meat, and I couldn't have asked for more, or been happier, although, I was about to get MUCH more! The new AIDS Daddy that had joined us pulled my cheeks apart ... 'Go on mate, infecT him .... INFEEEEECT HIIIIIIM' The second time he said it was really loud. MY AIDS God picked up his pace and it kept hitting my prostate each time he was in deep. And that was it, I started pumping my neg cum without my cock even being touched. I felt a powerful electrical surge rage through my body, as I hyperventilated, whimpered, and screamed in extreme poz-itive ecstasy. Now that my prostate had it's release, my cunt really began to feel the invasion on each thrust. It felt like I was being stretched by clouds and razor-blades at the same time, and I was fucking floating on them! A guy about 1 foot away from me, in a shower, kept pressing the water each time it stopped to keep himself wet, as he tugged on his Big Dick, looking at me, mouthing stuff like; 'Fucking AIDS whore', and 'Nasty Poz FAGGOT' with an intense evil grin. Then the momenT came where my life changed. - OH FUCK YEAH, I am about to inject my lethal poison into you. You ready boy? - YES. Knock me up Sir. Fucking own my soul Sir with your Demon seed! Then came about 15 seconds of intense, hard, demon power fucking, THEN, he started to cum, and when I say cum, he roared like something that didn't even sound Human. He really sank into my hips with his fingers. Through his roaring I could hear whoever was watching either grunt as they shot their load, clapping, or cheering. His filthy toxic sperm didn't have the usual wet and warm feeling. It felt wet, and ... HOT. It actually felt like it was burning. And I fully accepted it, as it bathed in my charged up cunT.

To Sam_puppy and Npguy: don't look a gift horse in the mouth. None of us get paid to write this. We all have lives that can get busy or complex. (Often times, we have to do extensive field research for these stories...) Sometimes we write ourselves into a corner, and need to abandon the storyline. if you want a complete, edited and proofread story before all the chapters are posted, well, you will need to be very very very patient. There are a lot of stories I wish would have continued, but for whatever reason, the author has moved on, either to other stories or other things. I am just thankful my favorite authors have shared a some of their fantasies and hope every day that they come back written something new to share. From my own perspective, complaining is the best way extinguish what little motivation I have to write after a long day. Before you complain again, try writing one yourself.