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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.

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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.

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.”

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

There are occasions when a dry or spit fuck is like razor blades tearing me apart but if a top knows what he is doing and wants in, the biggest cock can feel so right and better for the sensation of cock it brings. I do not like too much lube but the best is the top who knows how to make his cock take over.

I love a tight ass. I love it when it takes a long time to get my dick all the way in. I start out with shallow thrusts going a little deeper each time. It feels so good that I have to stop every few minutes to keep from cumming.

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.

This is a classic! Truly remarkable: the characters, settings, plotlines and of course the sex, all terrific! I know I experienced many emotions (and eruptions) whilst reading. The best stories I've read have made me cry, either in sadness or joy. I commend you @losolent! I can't wait for your next tale!

I'm not sure I understand the question. Much of the confusion and angst that many go through when faced with uncertainty about their sexual orientation comes about because we aren't given a choice about same-sex desire - we don't choose to be homosexual or bisexual, we're born that way. So I suppose what you're actually asking is, why do some of us choose to accept a role that has some level of demerit attached to it - that of the submissive/receptive male to other men. I've actually thought a lot about this lately, trying to characterize who and what I am in relation to other men. I start with the lowest common denominator by looking at models from the animal kingdom. In animal behaviors, males generally either compete equally for mating privilege with individual females, or in cases where a group of individuals is gathered for mutual benefit, a single males usually compete for the top position, with the victor exercising all reproductive privilege; the vanquished either sneak a fuck where they can get it (at their peril) or do without. In either case, the natural imperative - the definition of male success and desirability - is to be the one who inseminates. Males who do not inseminate do not because their traits have proven inferior to the one who does. Humans have come a long way from our animal beginnings, but we're still animals deep down inside, especially at the fucking level. There's still something about our bodies and our genes that remembers the Old Rules, that males who don't inseminate must be weak, must be un-masculine, must lack good genes for breeding. And if they're not male, then what are they? Female? That can't be - they have penises and testicles, and they belch, and are stupid and throw sticks at tigers. But you know, there are a few of them who not only don't inseminate - they actually let themselves be inseminated. They let the One Who Inseminates wipe out the last hint of their manhood by fucking them like females and putting his better seed inside their bodies. It's almost as if they're evolving backward - devolving into something lower than either man or woman, something that has no role except to satisfy the lusts of inseminators. And they are found by all the ones who could have been on Top, and are used for their new purpose, and everyone now knows what they are and what they're for, because everyone has to have a place and a function in the order of the world. Theirs is the lowest place. Thus, by stream-of-thought we arrive at why any of us might look up one day and realize that others around him see him in as a member of the lowest sexual circle of humanity, dignity lost, and possibly regret that status. But regret that he chose it? I doubt that any of us have chosen this. I know that when a more dominant male penetrates my body with his cock and begins his motions, it feels like 50,000 years of evolution was designed to lead up to that exact moment. If in his sexual fervor he mounts me just so from behind and bunches up his haunches for true reproductive fucking, and then pumps his semen into my male pussy, an ancient truth has been told again, and I have played my true part in that true story. How could I ever regret that? How could I ever get enough of that? How else could I ever be so complete as I am as a piece of warm flesh that satisfies the Males? I didn't select this, but I rejoice in it. If I am a fag, then I will be the best fag that I can be for as many Men as I can serve, and give thanks for every moment. The only regret I have is that there is no way that Men can tell, just by looking at me, what I am and how readily they have me at their service. I regret that they will always assume that I am selfishly consumed with my own hungers and not genuinely motivated by fulfilling their needs. But there's no help for that - fags are individuals, and each has his own reasons for what he does. My reply here applies only to me; I speak for no one else, but for me, this is how I am.

Lucky you!

I did exactly this same thing. But I now have a 4 inch scar where it did not come out. And they keep my toy. We figured it was in the museum somewhere. My surgeon was impressed.

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...

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.

I don't drive so when I'm on vacation and leave a Bathhouse, I am always jumping in an Uber or Taxi reeking of sex. I love the thought of the driver judging me, especially knowing that they are picking me up at a Sex Club or Bathhouse. I took a trip to New York City and the night before an midday flight I went to Paddles. It was my first trip, it was Bear Night and as a Cubby Black Bottom, I had no idea I would be as popular as I was. Multiple guys fucked me that night and I stayed long enough that I ended up at the after hours party. Towards the end of my night I got fucked by a wrist thick PA Daddy Cock who loaded me up at about 430am. After that I hung out for a little while Jacked off and then left. I packed up my hotel room, boarded the train for the airport. Checked in, cleared security and boarded the plane. Immediately feel asleep, I had been fucking all night after shopping during the day and a concert that evening. Of course while sleep I relaxed ever so slightly and woke up to what felt like wet butt cheeks. I got up and went to the bathroom and sure enough had a nice juicy spot in my underwear and shorts.... luckily I was alone in the back. When I got into my city I changed pants before my retired mom picked me up and dropped me off at my house.

I love prancing around in tiny bootie shorts with an obvious cu spot on my ass or even better when the cum is dripping down my legs thanks to wearing a jockstrap or no panties at all. have had several guys pick me up for a fuck once they noticed what a girly little cumdump I am

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Were they also duplicated in addition to being out of order? Because that was the first part of the complaint. (And not saying moderators should "do" anything about members who quote an entire fifteen paragraph story post only to add "Hot!" as a comment, but it is still annoying.)

All cock feels great once it's inside my hole -- as a cut man, I'm drawn to the novelty of uncut and it also seems that uncut men require less lube -- many of which seem to be able to fuck and breed easily with spit and pre-cum alone.

Part 8 "What is this? You..you...film this stuff? And and and you do this with a lot of guys?" I was freaking out feeling a little stupid that I had thought for a second that I was the only guy this hot man had seduced. In the video he was pulling the boys shirt off. Mr. Kelly came over to the bed and sat next to me. "Hey its ok. I've done this before yes. But this was really special with you. I wanted this and I want it to keep going. I've played with other guys before. You had to know that. That doesn't have anything to do with you and me except that we get to watch if you want. Do you want to keep watching? We can always watch something else. You're pick." I was torn. I was a little jealous watching as Mr. Kelly started making out with this guy "Justin" but it was also really hot watching someone I know in what was basically homemade porn. And where was this guy now? Mr. Kelly was with me now and I had to let that be all that mattered. "We can keep watching this I guess." He smiled and came closer so he could put his arm back around me as we watched. He pulled his towel off and I followed by taking mine off too. He was rigid and his cock was sticking up like a flagpole. He turned my face toward his and pulled me into a long slow kiss incredibly tender and soft. I was falling for him. We didn't know each other that well but I wanted to be with this man who was treating me better than I thought I deserved. "I want to make love to you again son." I moaned in his mouth. "Yes dad. I want that to. Make love to me dad." He pulled me down onto my back again and then pushed me onto my side. He pressed his body against my back. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. "Hook your leg around mine and put your arm around my neck." I did as he said as I got ready to get fucked in this new position. He grabbed the bottle of lube and coated his cock with it and rubbed what was left on his hands on to my hole. I could feel that my hole was still sore but I wanted this. Bad. "Look into my eyes son. Are you ready?" I nodded. Our faces were so close but I could tell that for now he didn't want to kiss. We stared into each others eyes and didnt break as he put his cock against my hole and slowly pushed inside. i gasped as I felt his hard cock going deeper never stopping. We were staring into each others eyes the entire time. He looked so focused and finally he moaned when he pressed his pubes against my hole. "I love being inside you son. You are so warm and tight." I just nodded and moaned into the pleasure of the feeling of his cock taking long slow strokes inside me. "I was right wasn't I? You like raw cock in you don't you?" I nodded. "No son. Jake. Say it. Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want." I was deep in the pleasure of his motion. I could only get one word out. "Cock." "No son. Say it. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you want for the rest of your life." We still hadn't broken eye contact. "Ra...ra.....raw cock. I want raw cock dad." "Thats right son. And whenever youre getting fucked where do you want your top to cum. Say it Jake. Tell me." His voice was steady. He never got louder or faster. His cock was keeping the same slow pace. Long and slow. "Inside me. I want them to shoot in me. I want them to breed me." "All the time?" "Yes dad. All the time." "Good son. That's the way it should be." He moved in closer and started that soft and slow kiss to go with the slow fucking. Suddenly a yelp came from the video. I forgot it was even on. We both turned and looked. The guy was fucking Mr. Kelly. He was on all fours getting fucked from behind. "Wow. You bottom?" He chuckled. "Of course. I think everyone should know how it feels. It makes you a better top." I looked back at him. "Yeah it does dad." I was smiling but he became serious again. "I'm glad you like it son. But youre not going to top are you son? You were born to bottom weren't you? You were made to take bare cock into your hole and have every top shoot their loads in you. Just getting bred over and over again. Youll never have enough. Isnt that right son?" I just nodded. We were still staring at each other. He was starting to pick up his pace. "Like now. You just cant wait until I shoot another massive load deep into you can you? You feel that? I'm fucking so deep in you. The only man who has touched you in that spot that gives you your ultimate pleasure." He went down to a whisper. "I love touching that spot inside you with my raw cock. That's my skin touching your spot. And its going to be my cum shooting against it. Oh son..." His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he picked up his pace. He pulled me into a kiss again but this time it was animalistic. He even growled. "Oh fuck oh fuck. I'm gonna cum. What do you want son? Tell me what you want son." "Breed me dad. Please. Shoot that cum into your son dad." He was rubbing into that spot instead of tapping it like the first time. It still felt like there was something in me that was going to explode. And then I did. I was shooting all over my chest and the contractions put him over the edge. "I'm cumming son! I'm cumming! Yes!" Then the open mouth scream with no sound. That expression was getting me so hot. Knowing I did that to him. And it meant that warmth I was starting to feel was the cum he was shooting inside me. His body was bucking uncontrollably. He let out a long exhale after his last spasm. "Oh fuck. Youre amazing." I reached down and pulled him into me. "Don't pull out. Stay inside me. Please. I don't want the cum leaking out this time." "Your wish is my command." He smiled and kissed me. We were back to the soft slow kiss.

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.

Thanks for posting this it’s different then I imagined it would be, I love stories about the heath and this tree

The worst part of this whole saga (unlike HIV) is that anyone you come in contact with has now been exposed to your selfish activities. Very different from two consenting adults risking STD's / HIV. These people are more likely to go "visit" family members or "do whatever they want" without regard. I don't care what you do with your body - but don't put other people at risk (especially fellow high-risk gays) because you can't simmer the fire in your pussy for a little while. The inability for people to think or act beyond themselves is beyond comprehension. Still - guys on the apps are all open doors and shit. What fucking disappointments.

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.

They had a Telegram chat room for the mares (I got invited because I’m on the newsletter list) and someone asked about that. The stable hands in the chat said that there was a big variety of ages and body types/sizes for the bottoms. Of course any twinks get a lot of attention but they said that a lot of the tops are more interested in trying all the holes out so all the mares get used. They also said they’ve seen guys who were much older or heavier still get a ton of attention because they had so much anal talent and word spread among the stallions who are encouraged to openly examine and discuss the mares as traders at a horse market would examine and discuss the animals for sale. It’s like show horses are pretty but for this kind of heavy use you’d want plenary of workhorses too.

Update guys, I've been bred for the first time yesterday. I'm addicted from the first time. Feeling the cum pumped in my ass was amazing, but in overall, sex is way more comfortable as a bottom.

Went to a dungeon party Sunday night. It's a regular every two months and haven't been in a long time. Small crowd but not bad for the holiday season. I served as the party urinal. I sat for 3 hours blindfolded. I could only hear what was going on around me and my imagination ran wild. Also, I couldn't see who was using me. It was great fun. I plan on going back to the next one in February. I don't know who's piss I drank but it was all delicious. Anonymous piss is best.

I have a white male PUSSY the need impregnating by a hung BBC

Getting spit-roasted is amazing. I've only done it once but if I could get that kind of action everytime I would never get tired of it. Mind you, I got both their loads in my ass, so I guess I was cheated a little bit. But I don't mind missing out on the cum in my mouth if it's going in my ass. Also, cum tastes pretty amazing straight out of my ass. So licking the top clean or dipping a finger in after he's done is always an option. That's one of the best things about getting fucked raw, tasting his cummy cock after it comes out of my ass.