Leaderboard

I may have found my match. A guy that is a very seldom fuck hooked up with me last week for a quick pump and dump on his way home. He is really not very impressive but I was in it for the DNA. After he came we made some small talk and it came up that he had a guy that would be interested in me and would it be ok if I gave him my number. I said sure. Due to Covid a lot of my regulars are not available. He said his name was Brad and he would be calling or texting me. As a bottom I don’t really ask details about the guy. Either way I will be taking his dna so I just hope for the best. About three days later I got a text from Brad asking what my availability was. Nothing more that that I’m the text. I told him nights and weekends and he didn’t answer back. I thought that maybe I didn’t work for him and didn’t think any more about it. Yesterday in the morning I received another text from Brad saying he wanted to meet up in the afternoon. He didn’t ask if I was available it state it in the form of a question so i was a little taken a back. I love a man that takes charge and is masculine that likes clear gender roles. I wasn’t sure if it was just his communication style or he was that kind of man. I answered back that I would be available after 1:00pm. I was taking a half day and can meet him or he can cum by. He didn’t answer back again so I just went in with my day. Around 11:30 he said I can cum to him and he gave me his address. At this point I wasn’t sure what I was going there for. A date? To be bred? Was he going to kill me and chop me up into little pieces? I went home early. Douched again to make sure I was ready for anything and headed off to his place. He lives surprisingly close to me. About a 15 minute walk. His house was normal and he lived in a decent neighborhood. I knocked on the door and Brad answered. Totally my type. Tall dark hair and handsome. He asked me in and I walked in. I was a little nervous because I didn’t know what was going to happen. He had some edm music in and told me to come over and sit on the couch. I sat down and he asked if I wanted anything to drink. I don’t know why I said it because I rarely drink beer but I asked for one. He came back with two beers and we sat and chatted a bit. Asked each other’s stats. He is 6’3. 220, 48 years old. I told him mine and he said he likes smaller guys like me. We talked for a while and it was very easy. He had a lot of similar interests and goals. I could tell he was dominant by his movements towards me and how he asked me questions. As a cum dump bottom I had to restrain myself not to get down between his legs and start to suck his cock. He was in charge. He made his move by simply leaning over and gently kissing me on the lips. This made my pussy gape open wanting him to breed me. I used restraint and waited for his next move. He leaned back on the couch and said come here. I moved to him and he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a deep kiss. He really knows how to kiss. I instinctively grabbed his muscular biceps and held on. He picked me up my the waste and set me down facing him on his lap. My pussy and his cock found each other through our clothes. He kissed me some more then pushed my head down to his crotch. I just smelled his cock through his shorts and he unbuttoned them and said “take it out”. You don’t have to tell me twice. I pulled out what may have only been 8 inches but it was really thick. I knew it wasn’t more than I could handle in either hole. He has a 0 gage pa and was precumming a lot. I started sucking his cock and he tasted great. While I was sucking he took his shirt off. I looked up for approval of my sucking and checked him out. He has a beautiful hairy chest with pierced nipples. I wanted to put my face in his chest and suck on his nipples but I was not in charge. I kept sucking until he told me to “cum up here”. I started crawling up his body putting my face in his fur. He put his hand on the top of my head and stopped me when I got to his nipple. I put it in my mouth and started to suck. I had my nose buried in his chest hair. I could smell that he didn’t wear deodorant and it really turned me on. After a while he pulled me up to kiss me again on the lips. He tasted great. While kissing he slid his hand down the back of my shorts. He pulled his hand out and put his two middle fingers in my mouth. I know the drill so I sucked on them good. He pulled his fingers out and started kissing me again. He slid his hand back down my shorts and aggressively put his fingers in my pussy. As a bottom this is when I start to get really happy. Men don’t finger your pussy if they are not going to breed you. He slid my shorts down with his other hand keeping his fingers inside me. We kept kissing and he used his free hand to take my shirt off. He stopped kissing me and told me to stand up. I did as he told me and he stood up too. His beautiful cock was almost to my neck. I took it in my hand and leaned over to suck it again. After a couple of minutes he said cum with me. His pure masculinity, his smell, his cock, I would have followed him into a burning building at this point. He lead me down the hall to his bed. He told me to climb on the bed on all 4’s. I gladly did and put my pussy in the air. He got down and ate me for what felt like hours. I am sure I was gaping when he came up for air. He stood up behind me and put his cock to my cunt. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on me then slid in. He made that man groan that makes you open up to receive him. He fucked me good until I heard him groan and hold his cock in me deep. All bottoms will agree that there is nothing like that feeling. He didn’t care if I came or even touch my dick. He pulled out and lates on the bed. I crawled up left to him and put my head in his arm pit. His smell is so intoxicating. I sucked his cock and we talked throughout the night. I told him I had to get home. I didn’t but I wanted him to want more. He rolled me over on my side and spit on my pussy. He spit on his hand and rubbed his cock again. He slit in me and bred me a second time. When he finished I said I should get going and with all my strength tried to keep his load in me as I put on my clothes. I kissed his goodby and walked home. I wanted to type this out before I forgot all the details. I think he is my perfect match.

"oh my god" ollie whispered as Dougs cock seated itself in the boy with a loud slurp. "hear that ollie? Thats your little pussy talking," Ollie paid attention as the cum sloshed in his guts. Dougs cock stirred the creamy mixture about, pushing it deeper into the boy with each wet thrust. "boys with cum filled pussies sound so beautiful ollie. its like a symphony inside your llittle pink hole, and the big thick cock inside is the conductor." dougs balls slapped against the boys ass with increasing force. olivers jaw went slack as he panted with each powerful thrust. he had never heard the exotic gurgling from his hole before and was mesmerized at the thought that dougs cock was so powerful it could make his body sing this forbidden little song anytime he wanted. Doug looked down at the boys tight little nuts and gently traced a finger around the glans of his limp cock. "you can cum if you need to ollie, its okay, big cocks are really very good at making a pussy cum." doug instructed. "im s-sorry. i need to though i really need to cum" ollie pleaded. doug chuckled as he lifted his sticky finger from the boys organ. "I know ollie, those vitamins just make your pussy so sensitive its hard to hold back. Just remember its rude to touch this when you have a big cock inside" doug traced the head of the boys leaking dick. "focus on your pussy ollie. just relax and let it do all the work" doug coaxed as he slowed his strokes. Oliver felt it increasingly difficult to hold on to the sensations as dougs pace relented. why wouldnt he fuck him hard? "I cant..." Oliver grunted through his teeth in frustration. "yes you can baby, just relax." doug worked the teens swollen tits gently in his fingertips. "oh my god yes, nnnnghhhhhh" ollie was relieved as Doug put him right bcak on track to cum. he grunted gently as he remembered Dougs instruction. concentrating on his pussy he began to feel dougs tool in perfect clarity. the flared head as it parted his puffy pink hole, the ridge as it tantalized his insides. for a moment Oliver thought he could even feel the veins in the mans big cock as they slithered along inside him. ollies breathing became shallow, punctuated only by his own desperate moans. "thats it ollie, sing me a pretty little song. youre doing so good." Oliver looked down at the cock as it slowly pistoned inside him, dougs fingertips massaging in equal time as his bowels churned with the noisy cream inside him. it was all he needed as he looked down to see his little cock drool a thick stream of cum. "there we go ollie see? pretty soon youll be able to cum on a cock no matter what. The raw sensation and the hormones coursing through his body were simply too much to overcome as a tear ran down his cheek. "its okay ollie im right here inside you. Here, why dont you drink a little cream while I finish up inside" Doug scooped the boys estrogen laced semen into his palm and raised it to Olivers lips. "sip the cream for me baby" he smiled as Oliver opened his mouth to eat his cum from the mans big hand. Doug returned to slam fucking the boy and as quickly as the emotional outburst began, it was replaced by Olivers hungry eyed grunting, flexing his hips and meeting dougs thrusts. Oliver watched the mans expressions, he had gotten proficient at determining when Doug was close to shooting in him. he wanted to announce to the world that he made this mans huge cock cum in him, took his seed and made it his own. "cum in me" he hised over and over again, drawing Doug to a growling orgasm as he loaded the boys battered cunt once more. "tomorrow is a big day ollie, we're going to need to see a specialist for this part but i promise its the last step. tomorrow youll have a beautiful boy pussy you can show the whole world." doug eased the boys head into his lap and he began sucking. "lick all that cream off ollie, its all yours sweetie." Ollie felt proud that Doug let him have so much cum. he must have been right all along. Everyone here was so helpful and friendly to him he almost felt ashamed at how he protested Dougs care. The doctor knew exactly what he needed, a boypussy. Doug tucked his magnificent cock back into his pants and helped ollie get dressed, sliding the teens skinny jeans up over his leaking ass and buttoning them against his cumsoaked abs. As the boy tugged his shirt over his jizz soaked chest and headed to the door he unexpectedly hugged the older man. "thank you" he bashfully remarked as he looked into Dougs eyes. "youre so welcome baby" Doug smiled as he ran his cum soaked hand through the boys hair and sent him on his way.

Moderator's Note: You can't get pozzed by skipping 2 doses of PrEP, so this is being moved into fiction. I'm 30. I've always been super health-conscious. I remember being super scared of HIV before I moved from a small town out East. Now I live in San Francisco. I volunteer in HIV prevention for crying out loud but I've always been thirsty for poz men and toxic cum. I would jack off to videos of neg men verbally getting pozzed all the time. One day I was walking home from work, not a great neighborhood, this older black guy is walking past me, a little roughed up but cleaned up enough. I've seen him walking around on the streets before. I was so fucking horny unknown to him, I hadn't had sex in a month. I felt the energy off him right away, but I knew that had I missed a couple doses of my PrEP that week... "Having a good night?" I tried to be nice. "Yeah, it's nice." "You have a boyfriend?" I laughed, "No I wish!" "...Take me home with you." he said. "Sorry I don't live alone." I followed. "Oh ok." We then walked with each other to the corner. While waiting for the crosswalk he just asked me straight out, "You wanna follow me?" Without hesitating, I said yeah. We walked a block away to this kind of open empty ally way, behind an Office Depot. It's like 9pm. He walked behind a dumpster, I walk up to him. He pulls his pants down and he had a nice healthy looking cock. Not the biggest but thick, thank goodness, I knew I was going to get *something out of this. I got to my knees, and sucked him off. He tasted good, not dirty, clean enough. He was really enjoying himself. I suck him off for like five minutes. We pause for a moment and he asks, "Can I fuck you?" "...Yeah." I said. I then get up, pull my pants down and lean against the dumpster, he then does his best to adjust himself and we both try to just force him in, only my spit to help him. And fuck, he was in and he dirty cock felt like a real presence. He started to fuck me.. raw..this quasi-homeless guy in an ally way, a block away from the shit-hole I lived in. He wasn't too fast, but damn he felt good. A guy probably like 10-20 years older than me. About near the end, we see these car lights behind us. I freak out and look back hoping it wasn't the police. It was this random van at the end. It stalled there for a few seconds before it drove off. The homeless guy keep going fucking me against the dumpster. I then hear these ridiculous moans from him and he cums in me. He sounded ridiculous but I was so turned on. He catches his breath. Pulls out of me. Pats me on the shoulder and walks off, "Thanks kid." Nearly four weeks later, I got my routine checks like I do every three months. They said they wanted to see me.. I was in the middle of changing clinics I completely spaced out what happened a month before. I hadn't had sex since then. I sat on the clinic bed as the doctor came in with a second guy I hadn't seen before, "Your tests came back as reactive.." For a split second the world just froze. I never thought I'd be blindsided like this. They took additional tests and just as they told me, I was now positive for HIV.. all because I missed a few doses and one random night, I said yes to being fucked raw by a homeless guy behind a dumpster. This was months ago now. And you know what? If I saw him, I'd do it again..

Part 2 - The Early Years Hibiscus drive sat just outside a major Hampshire town and only 2 hours by road in to London. It was one of the wealthy gated areas all named after flowers and all relatively the same format comprising large family homes leading down to a cul-de-sac. In total each drive had 13 houses except Hibiscus Drive which was a little more special, along each side of the road stood the large beautiful family homes, 5 each side laid out in sprawling grounds. A the bottom in the cul-de-sac was a small roundabout and the large wrought iron gates to Hibiscus Manor, the view through the gates in to the mansions courtyard was the only way of seeing the place since it was surrounded by high walls for maximum privacy. Along the wall either side of the gates were rows of hibiscus flowers maintained by the gardener, that and the mansion made this place unique. No other residential drive in this area had a mansion of this size. Most people in the drive knew the mansion was owned by one person, his name was Simon who was a tech billionaire and a known recluse who liked his privacy but was never short of visitors at weekends and evenings. There were photos of him in his early 30's and after he made his fortune and brought the three family homes in the cul-de-sac knocking them down and building the mansion that stood there today. Through the heavy iron gates the open courtyard took you up to the large double fronted front doors with two columns each side framing the entrance. Either side of the doors were six Georgian style windows and the upper level contained 18 windows of the same style. No one had ever seen behind the front of the imposing mansion. One thing for sure it was big sitting on an even larger plot of land. The walls stood 9 feet high and topped with barbed wire and overlooked by security cameras. Conrad, Charlie and their parents moved on to Hibiscus Drive when they were 7 years old in to number 8, next door was number 10 then the cul-de-sac. The house was nothing in comparison to the mansion but it had five bedrooms, two lounges and a large family room overlooking the garden that lead to a wooded are with a stream then to Hyacinth Drive. their parents Jody and Eddie where in their mid twenties the day they moved here and worked locally, it was Eddie's parents who brought them the house when they left the UK moving to Australia to be with Eddie's sister and growing family. From the time they moved in Conrad and Charlie lead a wonderful life with hardly any traffic to worry about they would scoot up and down the road and do 3 turns on the roundabout by the mansion and head back. Saturday's were always the same with Charlie going off to football for most of the day. Conrad would get his bike out and cycle up the road round the roundabout and back down. There was one other thing you could rely on Saturday mornings was Jack the gardener for Hibiscus Manor. At roughly 11am he was always tending to the flower beds along the wall outside the mansion and the roundabout. Jack was always at the manor during the day working in the sprawling grounds behind the manor, he was in his mid twenties when Conrad first met him. Tall and pretty muscular with tattoo sleeves he often walked around with no t-shirt on and very skimpy shorts in the summer. He had longish hair tied back in a pony tail that was jet black, a moustache and thin line of a beard running from his lower lip to just under his chin. He definitely cut a fine figure and many of the ladies along Hibiscus Drive would often talk to him seeking advice on usually ending up with a few hibiscus plants for their front gardens, this included Conrad's mother. The general feeling of community was evident along Hibiscus Drive except with the owner of the manor who as always remained aloof and private. As the weeks passed in to the depths of summer Jack would often say hello to Conrad, he would usually stop and watch Jack for a minute without saying anything then cycle on. One particular Saturday Conrad was missing Charlie and his mother Jody, was at wits end with him suggesting things he could do. The seven year old Conrad cycled up and down the road slowly doing three turns around the roundabout and cycling back. On his return leg he saw Jack brining a wheelbarrow of plants out the front gates and was just getting busy with the flower bed to the left of the gates. "Hi Conrad, Charlie playing football?" Jack asked being on first name terms with him now. Conrad stopped his bike "Yes, he is away all day" he replied sounding sad "What are you doing?" he asked. Jack looked up and smiled "Changing some of the plants over" he replied walking over to the wheelbarrow. Conrad watched him for a moment "Why?" he now asked. Jack chuckled "Well these are a little damaged and need nursing in the greenhouse" he replied. "Oh, like a hospital you mean?" Conrad replied leaning over his handle bars showing some interest. "Yeah I suppose you can look at it that way" Jack replied "you can help if you are bored" he offered. Conrad contemplated for a moment "Will I get dirty?" he asked "only you have dirt smudges on your face". Jack laughed shaking his head "Gardening is a dirty job Conrad" he said "your hands might get dirty". Conrad laid his bike down "I don't mind dirty hands" he said "Charlie gets really dirty at football". "Is that why you don't play?" Jack asked watching Conrad sit down beside him. "Yes and I hate playing it" Conrad replied "do I dig holes?" he asked getting excited. Jack was not the kind of person who had time for kids or enjoyed being around them. But there was something different about Conrad and the way he sat diligently watching and listening to Jack talk. A bit of boredom that day lead Conrad down a long term interest in horticulture and a friendship with Jack. He explained about the hibiscus plant and reeling off all the different parts of it, Conrad surprised Jack picking up the information so quickly and able to talk about the plant like he had known about it for years. He proved to be more than competent at treating the plant delicately and planting it correctly. Conrad's mother realised she hadn't seen him cycle past for a couple of hours and frantically ran out of the house and spotting his bike on the grass verge of the roundabout. Jody ran up the road and saw Conrad with a plant in his hand and became anxious and angry that he was digging them up. "Conrad what are doing?" Jody called at him coming to a stop "put it back immediately you naughty boy". Jack came out through the gate carrying some baby plants "It's okay he has been helping" he said. Jody looked at Jack "Sorry I thought for a moment he was digging them up" she said in relief. Jack smiled and picked up the plants Conrad had dug up "Nice job Conrad you got all the root system". "Sorry mum, I didn't mean to scare you" Conrad said standing up looking upset. Jody put her arm around him "You should have told us, you have been gone nearly 2 hours". Jack walked over with a tray of plants "Here Conrad these are for you to grow". "Wow" Conrad said gleefully "thanks" he said smiling. "Your welcome" Jack replied "Next Saturday do you want to help me with the other side?" he asked. Conrad jumped "Oh yes please, can I mum?" he pleaded with her. "Yes" Jody replied then looked at Jack "Are you sure you don't mind Jack?" she asked. "It is a pleasure teaching him" Jack replied "You better get those planted today" he said to Conrad. "Yes I will do" Conrad said walking over to pick his bike up. "Maybe I can come and check on them next Saturday for you?" Jack suggested and Conrad nodded. Conrad thanked him again, his mother was pleased that at last he had shown an interest in something. Over the weeks and months saw a beautiful friendship both with Jack and flowers growing, spending time with Jack who every Saturday got him more and more interested in horticulture and was loving the results watching his own flower bed in the back garden blossoming. A few times Conrad was even lucky enough to be allowed in to the grounds of the manor and the greenhouse where Jack did most of his cultivating. This was only allowed when the owner was away which was quite often. Conrad would sit there watching and asking questions through his growing interest, although never allowed near the manor itself he didn't care and just loved the time there happily pushing the wheelbarrow and help weed the numerous flowering beds around the expansive gardens. Many of the plants towered over Conrad and designed to hide much of the manor house but provide exceptional views from the terrace across the grounds. Jack would walk along and point to a plant asking Conrad the name both in Latin and English. Every birthday and Christmas Jack brought Conrad books on horticulture. By the time Conrad was 11 years old Jack could give him a plant and tell him what plant to put it next to without any further guidance. He also did most of the gardening at his family home now and diligently looked after the flower bed at the front with the abundance of hibiscus plants making some of the neighbours a little jealous. Each house along the road had an hibiscus bed against the pavement, they soon asked Conrad to tend to their flower beds one by one earning him some extra cash. Charlie would occasionally come along and sit chatting to Conrad moving from house to house and also a little jealous that his brother had been inside the manor grounds. Conrad had already made his mind up this is where he saw his future with plants. Once cold Saturday in December when Conrad was 13 years old and Jack had just celebrated his 31st birthday he was with Jack in the greenhouse. The owner was supposed to be out for the day and Conrad was making conversation with Jack when he realised they were not alone. Simon stood at the door to the greenhouse and Conrad turned and saw him properly for the first time ever. "Jack!" he said loudly "Who is this?" Simon asked sounding incredibly angry. Jack dropped the terracotta pot jumping "Simon!" he replied turning quickly "I'm sorry let me explain". Simon looked at Conrad "Get rid of the kid then come to the study" he demanded walking away. Conrad looked frightened "I got you into trouble" he said picking up his coat. Jack laughed "Don't worry Conrad I am not in trouble, he just lacks any social skills" he said laughing. Jack walked Conrad to the gate "I will pop by later and help you with your flower bed" he said. "Thanks and I am sorry" Conrad said again. Jack smiled "You have nothing to be sorry about, don't worry" he said saying good bye to him. Conrad watched the gate close and Jack who stormed across the courtyard opening the front door and banging it shut loudly. He gulped noticing how angry Jack was and it frightened him a little, he saw a side to Jack that he had never seen before. Jack slammed the door shut walking across the entrance hall leaving mud marks on the marble floor in his wake. Jack threw open the study door "What the fuck Simon you rude ignorant person, how dare you" he shouted. Jack banged his fist on the desk "You high and mighty piece of shit frightening that young guy" he ranted on. Simon stood looking out the window "Have you finished?" he asked turning around "bit young even for you". "Your disgusting and I have never been so humiliated in my life" Jack stood there flushed in his face. Simon smirked "Not even when I raped you in the greenhouse for being late one morning?" he asked. Jack walked around and stood in front of Simon "Bastard" he said about to slap Simon. Simon grabbed his hands and pushed him over the desk making light work of Jack's jeans letting them slip to the floor. Simon pulled his cock out and rubbed it against Jack's hole then pushed in full force, Jack moaned through the pain and pleasure his arms sending objects on the desk flying on to the floor 'little slut likes my toxic cock in his ass' Simon said thrusting hard in to Jack. His hips rapidly pumping his cock deep with purpose, he never even hit the five minute mark before he held Jack's shoulders down and grunted planting his viral seed deep inside the gardeners arse. Simon kissed his shoulder "Don't bring anyone on the grounds you know I hate it" he said. Jack pushed his ass back "No, I want you to allow Conrad" he replied standing up. "Why?" Simon asked putting his cock away. "I like teaching him" Jack replied "he is interested in horticulture and very bright" he informed Simon. Simon chuckled "So am I but the kind where I plant my seed" he said slapping Jack's ass. "Your just a dirty old poz man" Jack replied doing up his jeans and smiling at Simon. Simon laughed shaking his head "I'm only 10 years older than you" he replied. "So can I?" Jack asked again sitting on the desk "he has been coming in to the garden for 6 years". "You cheeky bugger" Simon replied looking shocked "who else are you sneaking in to the gardens?". Jack smiled "No one, he is a really nice kid lives at number 8" he replied "I have never seen anyone grow so interested like Conrad". "Is that how all the houses now have nice hibiscus flower beds along the road" Simon asked. Jack nodded and Simon returned to looking out the window "Okay but not in the house" he said. "I would say thank you but gratitude is lost on you" Jack said picking up the items off the floor. "You will pay for that later" Simon said still looking out the window "Bay tree needs attention". Jack walked over and kissed him "Next subject for Conrad to learn about then" he replied and walked out. Standing there looking out of the window Simon smiled watching the reflection of Jack leaving, at 41 he had changed a lot since making his money. From a skinny nerd to a muscular attractive guy well presented but a total devious pig in bed. He was not massively endowed but his seven inches of thick pozzing cock never missed it's target. Simon hosted the occasional sex party for many wealthy London and foreign men to spend a night in private with a guy at the mansion. It was almost like a secret society club, some would fly in from abroad and Simon would often fly to their sex parties. He had no idea how many guys he had converted deliberately or not so as he was never interested in them. They were an arse and it had to be bred. Both Jack and he were not stupid and knew they were highly toxic barebackers and stealthers. Most guys never had seconds or thirds unless they were hot or poz already. Jack was the only person Simon was close to on an intimate level, not partners by any means since they both loved their sexual independence. Sharing a secretive bond ever since Simon pozzed Jack unknowingly years ago, from then on they remained close as friends and fuck buddies. Jack knew Simon inside out and knew what made him tick, he therefore knew Simon could trust him with Conrad. As Conrad grew up understanding more about the world he had some suspicions that underneath Jack was gay, several times he wondered if he was as well since he spent a lot of time with Jack. Quickly burying those thoughts deep in his mind the uncertainty forgotten about, after all Jack was no different from anyone else in his eyes. Shortly after his 16th birthday Conrad was now visiting every Saturday and sometimes Sunday even when Simon was home, he only saw him a few times but never really to speak to since he mostly talked to Jack about changes to the garden. One Saturday morning Conrad came running through the grounds towards the greenhouse holding a letter. Nearly tripping over in his to get inside the greenhouse and screamed excitedly to Jack that he had been accepted on the horticultural course at a local college. Jack was just as excited and swept Conrad up off his feet in a big hug kissing him on the cheek then quickly put him down remembering he was still very young. Jack sat listening to Conrad rattle on about the course and also the prospect of it leading to sitting some of the RHS official exams. A few weeks on and Jack let Conrad tend to the hedges surrounding the pool and sun terrace to the right of the manor. It was very rare he got to see this side of the garden since it was devoid of plants just hedges to protect the terrace. Conrad was snipping away quietly when he heard the strange sound, peering through the hedge out of curiosity he saw Simon laying down on his stomach on a sun lounger. He opened his eyes wide realising his ass was bouncing up and down making slapping noises. Conrad could just make out that a younger guy was underneath Simon making strange noises in between pleads to get bred. Conrad was stuck unable to look away and transfixed on Simon fucking the guy, it was arousing more than just curiosity making Conrad giggle a little too loudly. Conrad jumped out of his skin when Jack tapped him on the shoulder "Come away" Jack said quietly. "Sorry" Conrad immediately apologise "I won't say anything honest" he said looking embarrassed. Jack chuckled "If you do you would no longer be allowed here" he said as a warning. "Do you do that as well?" Conrad asked Jack completely out of the blue. "Err.." Jack was stumped and knew that at 16 Conrad was at very impressionable age. Conrad stared at Jack "I don't mind" he said "you know if you are gay it doesn't bother me". Jack walked with Conrad "With Simon yes" he eventually replied after a pause then looked at Conrad. "Right, so how that does that work with you both if he is bonking someone now?" Conrad asked. Jack burst out laughing "Get older then I will happily explain" he said "but your too young now". "But are you together?" Conrad asked catching up with Jack. Jack smiled "Not really, we just have a very close bond and a sexual love for each other" he replied. Conrad looked up at him "I really don't mind you being gay" he casually said easing the tension. Jack smiled at him "Good" he replied "I really like our little friendship we have and teaching you" he said. "Me to" Conrad said "you still got a shit load to teach me". "God that school you go to has taught you some bad language" Jack replied then laughed. Jack got his phone out and read the message "Oh, we have been summoned" he said. Conrad looked scared "Surely he doesn't know I saw them?" he asked "is he going to ban me?" he panicked. "Don't be silly Conrad" Jack said reassuringly "Simon maybe many things but he is reasonable". They walked back to the greenhouse and put away the tools and gloves then walked up towards the manor, he was half excited having never been inside but also bricking himself with anxiety and nerves about why they had been summoned. Conrad was amazed by the kitchen where they both took their boots off then walked through and across the large entrance hall towards the lounge where Simon was waiting. Simon nodded to them both walking him "I will cut to the chase what did you see?" he asked Conrad. Conrad looked at Simon "You want the truth or what I should say?" Conrad asked nervously. It certainly stumped Simon and he looked to Jack "What did he see?" he asked. "You know what he saw, I sent him there to clip the hedges "Jack replied rolling his eyes. Simon looked at Conrad "Whatever I saw goes not further than here" Conrad said looking at Simon. It was the most surreal experience, Simon was very imposing with an air of absolute confidence standing there. Conrad did wonder if this front was an intimidation tactic to try and break him. But Conrad was becoming very confident in his own way and stood there staring back at Simon, it was like they were playing to see who would blink or crack first. Simon chuckled and smiled "Drink both of you?" he asked walking and not waiting for an answer. Jack called out Simon "He knows about you and me" causing Simon to turn looking rather differently this time. Simon fetched them both a soda from the fridge and watched Jack put his arm around Conrad's shoulder looking at the two cactus growing in the kitchen. Simon had to admit he actually found it adorable that Jack had taken Conrad under his wings and in the process grew to be good friends. It was some months after and a bit of badgering from Jack that Simon turned a blind eyes to Conrad being in the grounds of Hibiscus Manor. Out of the blue one day Simon invited Conrad to dinner with Jack and himself, his parents a little sceptical at first knowing the rumours of Simon being gay but allowed it since Jack was also going to be there. Conrad dressed in shirt and trousers pressed the button and the wrought iron gates swung open, Jack was at the door to meet him and took him through to the lounge for a drink before dinner. "Welcome Conrad" Simon said standing up "I'm glad you could join us". "It was hit and miss until they knew Jack was going to be here" Conrad said sitting down. Simon looked a little confused "Why Jack?" he asked curiously. "Oh they don't know he is gay" Conrad said taking them both by pleasant surprise. Jack handed Conrad a coke "You haven't told them I am gay?" he asked. "No" Conrad replied "they would have stopped me being friends with you" he said "you know the age thing". They both laughed "You certainly are extraordinary Conrad" Simon replied feeling more relaxed. Dinner became an almost regular thing several times a year, Simon still kept very guarded around Conrad mostly due to his age. Conrad would talk about his current girlfriend laughing at the vomiting sounds Jack and Simon would make. It was seeing them together that Conrad saw how much affection Simon and Jack had for each other and a few times it even made him a little jealous, why? Conrad thought and simply put it down to Simon having something with Jack that he couldn't. Jack continued teaching him and even offered to help out with Conrad's tuition fees but he point blank refused telling him he liked his independence and making his own way in life. They loved hearing about Conrad and Charlie growing up but he would not reveal the only real way to tell them apart and they would have to find that out. Outside of those dinners Conrad hardly saw or engaged in any conversation with Simon, when he did Simons was always pleasant enough by still very dismissive of him. Conrad was doing exceptionally well at college and applied for one of the most prestigious and expensive courses run by the RHS in Botany Science. The week of his 18th birthday Conrad was invited by Simon for dinner at the manor. He tried and got a taste very quickly for champagne. Conrad sat down to dinner only this time it was a very different meal, caviar, lobster and steak were all on the menu. The caviar he didn't like but the Lobster Etoufee starter intrigued him at first then taking a small mouthful Simon watched his eyes light up with the flavours dancing across his tongue. Toasting his 18th birthday it didn't take long for Simon broach the subject of how to tell him apart from his twin and Conrad knew it was going to come as some point having gone on for nearly a year now. Conrad chuckled "I am Charlie by the way, Conrad is out with his girlfriend so I stood in for him". Simon sat there quietly amused but really unsure "Dam" he said "I am trying to think of something to ask". Jack chuckled "You are Conrad" he said rubbing his eye smiling. "You know?" Conrad asked laughing "how long have you known?". Jack smiled "I think when you turned 9 and Charlie came out to help with the flower bed" he replied. Simon looked at them both "Tell me or Jack pays for it later?" he said winking at Jack. "Disgusting you two" Conrad said laughing "I have brown eyes and Charlie has blue" he confessed. In many ways Simon had regretted not getting to know Conrad earlier like Jack had, he loved how uncanny Jack and Conrad had become evolving their own mannerisms and happily gardening away together laughing and joking all the time. When Simon had a fuck over they would often get put off by the laughter coming from the flower beds. Now though with Conrad having turned 18 Simon would often walk to where they were telling them to be quiet and finally engaging in conversation with Conrad. It became evident that Simon had always played it cool and distant to protect himself and Conrad from any rumours. At 19 he had bloomed in to a stunning young guy, clever and incredibly knowledgeable about flora and fauna after completing three years at college. Over the years Jack had continued taking pictures of Conrad gardening often sending them to Jody who kept them in an album along with pictures she would take of Charlie at football. It was after dinner just before his 20th birthday the three of them sat on the sofa with Jack running through the pictures. Not only did it show Conrad going from a novice to capable gardener it was also a timeline of him growing up over the eight years. The younger Conrad showed a shy playfulness then older Conrad showed how more confident he was and many of the pictures captured him looking directly in to Jack's eyes. Indeed Conrad who sat there with them was a very different person who had grown in to his looks. Simon suggested that Jack and Conrad find the best picture from each year and he would get them printed to put up in his study. Conrad agreed on one condition that he could have a picture of all three of them together, unsuspectingly Simon agreed and within days the picture was hung in the study and a copy given to Conrad. Three weeks after the picture was taken Jack fell to his first bout of serious illness, it took a couple of months to clear up. He knew it was his body reacting to his reluctance to take medication. He had lost a little weight and Simon had moved him in to the manor to look after him until he was fit and well again. Conrad knew he was sick and was told he had a viral infection that would take a while to clear from his body. He would come round in the evenings and take Jack outside for some fresh air and walk round the garden with him slowly. Simon watched from the study window unable to fathom Conrad out for a straight person, he was clearly quite attached to Jack, well they almost grown up together apart from the age difference. It was clear that Jack had an astonishing influence on Conrad and he treated Jack like an older brother. He spent a few days at the start of the summer holiday with Jack cramming in more knowledge and reading through books. Simon brought them a drink to the terrace, Conrad promised to have dinner with them tomorrow evening before he went to visit his aunt in London. Jack stood to walk with Conrad and they hugged at the gates of the manor, Conrad didn't know why he did it but it just felt right he leaned in and kissed Jack on the cheek then hugged him again 'see you tomorrow' he said and walked along the road. It took Jack by surprise at first and it just reaffirmed how much Conrad meant to him. Simon had made his peace with his decision not to take meds, he knew the dangers but the thrill of having the power with a high viral load against neg guys lead him down a sometimes dark and very devious route. Jack was no different and even more prolific when it came to fucking guys and planting his seed. It was a side to him that Conrad knew nothing about that in the evenings Jack would cruise around notorious parks or hook up sites which always paid off. In private away from the manor Jack was never short of perverts who wanted converting. That first bout of serious illness that Jack fell to signalled a ticking time bomb to Simon and he knew Jack was not going to be around forever. It had never bothered either of them previously but Simon couldn't help thinking about how Conrad was going to react if he was still around and found out about Jack in particular. As it turned out Simon even missed Conrad's cheery disposition and laughter around the grounds during the two weeks he was in London.

I lay there in the dark. I could just see shapes in front of me. I was on a leather mattress, one of three next to each other. A guy I could see was lying next to me. Like me he had his ass open to the sky, to anyone. My ass was open to anyone as well. But it was open to Poz guys more than anyone else. I didn’t want to discriminate. But to me I needed Poz cum. Only 30 minutes before I was on my iPhone typing my position and area on my iPhone. The ad I placed in Barebackrt was very specific. “ Poz guys only to breed Neg guy not on Prep in dark room at Bathhouse. Please bareback Poz with the words not on Meds Poz” time and place. Here I was 30 mins later lying on my stomach in the dark . My asshole was lubed. Every other minute I sniffed poppers. My cock was irrelevant. It is an intense experience lying in the dark, sniffing poppers, watching shadows in front of you. The guy next to me was as still as a plank. Part of me wanted to check his pulse. When a guy came near him and start to fuck him, he hardly made a sound. You could feel men’s hands feel your ass and legs ,finger your hole. Random men . But I wanted something else . Something more . I waited. It seemed like forever and not long at all. A guy was feeling my leg in the dark. It was slow . He got to my ass and seemed to linger around my hole. Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness” Not on Meds , Poz” That was it . Nothing for a moment, as I breathed harder. Suddenly I felt wetness, Then I felt hardness. Then pain , then pleasure. Next to me the voice again.” You got more than you bargained for . Take that Poz cock.” He pushed it in hard. I had an intake of breath. We both stopped for a moment . Then a voice. “ “You sure you want this?. No turning back” He almost impaled me and I answered almost in a scream. “ Give me your Poz DNA.” He breathed against my neck. “ Your a fucking slut” “ Yes” I responded. The guy fucking me laughed. Then loudly he said to anyone in the room “ This slut wants to be fucked Poz, full of Poz cum. No self respect. He deserves everything he gets. Load him up with anything”. With his elbow he pushed me down. “I will be back”. He got off me. Emptiness. This was only for a minute or so . “ Fuck bitch you want fucking AIDS!!” In short jabbing movements the next guy did not care. “ Been Poz 3 weeks you will fucking have this Pozzz” He trailed off. He had cum. So quickly. He managed to say “ Slut” as he left me but he disappeared as quickly as he came. I felt myself smile. This is heaven.This is the meaning of life. Another voice. “ No meds, Poz” this guy just grunted, again and again pushing into me. “ Fuck slut you are Poz “ He came abruptly. Next to me the other guy being bottomed moved. He put his hand on my shoulder”. I need to cum “ He said. “ I have no idea what I am . If I have it or not. Never been tested”. “Please fuck me “ I replied. He moved on top of me and started to pound hard my ass . “ I need to cum .Fuck this is so hot. Fuck you are so we wet. Fuuck!”. He had cum. He breathed against my neck. He stayed there for the longest time and then moved” Hope you get what you want” He said as he left. I was still smiling to myself in the darkness when I heard a familiar voice. Gruffly he announced to the shadows . “Have you had your fill of Poz cum slut? “ “ Never” I replied. “Please fill me up with more” He rammed into me hard. I panted into the mattress. “I am close ,slut. You are going to be Charged Poz. Fuck you are going to have dirty seed in you. Take that Poz seed! “ We both lay there. “You are going to have to go out of this Dark room eventually. People are milling around out the door to see who the Poz loving cum dump is. I smiled to myself. I had achieved wanted I was a Poz loving cum dump in a Bathhouse darkroom.

Says it all

No Golf Foursome It had been a few days since I last heard from college boy and figured that the worst of his flu was over. His comments made it sound like it hit him really hard and I kind of wondered if he was just being a drama queen and milking out the attention from his dad for a couple weeks. Hopefully the extended flu meant he was really potent. The more I thought about it, the more it turned me on that I had charged him up. And had knocked his dad up too. My last fuck had been with college boy in the alley and I really needed to get my dick in a guy soon. I took a break from work and scanned my phone apps to see who might be around. On the second app, I spotted college boy and checked out his profile. There were a few changes including a new pic. His status now said "ask" and he now listed himself as a top. My dick twitched and I smiled to myself. I sent off a message and just said "How ya doin?" "Fuckin gr8 glad thats ovr horny af" was his quick reply. "LOL spread ur seed" I sent back. "bred my 1st 2 bad hes poz" college boy responded. "dont turn down poz guys. ur one now. he in bldg?" I answered. "did dad 3x he got rash n fever today ;)" he replied. "cool. now u need to try neg" I typed back. "talked 2 1 but he wants proof" was his response. "might b hard to get test now. keep lookin" I replied. I looked around some more and didn't see anyone interesting, but I needed to get back to work anyway. At the end of the day, I grabbed my laptop and sat down on the couch. My dick had been throbbing for the past half hour and I knew I needed to drain my balls soon. I checked out the messages on a few sites and looked to see who was online. A smile grew across my face as I saw the profile and quickly fired off a message. "Hey, up for fun?" I sent off to dragonboy. I wasn't sure who was going to be on the other end - him or his cousin, but I didn't care since both were good fucks and liked getting bred. A few minutes later I got a reply "sorry my cousin is here. I can't." I shook my head and said "What?" to myself and sent back "We did it before. I can fuck both of you." "I don't like to share" he replied. Part of me was thinking he was just making excuses and wasn't interested. Maybe he heard my comment last time that I was toxic and didn't want to push his luck. Another part of me was thinking maybe we could just hookup in the stairwell or some other spot in the building, and then I got a real evil idea. I sent off "LOL greedy huh? What if I bring another top?" and waited. If he turned that down then I'd give up on him and hunt elsewhere. "He got a good dick?" dragonboy responded a few minutes later. "Got him" I said to myself. I couldn't remember, but told him "Not as good as mine but should feel good in you" as I picked up my phone. I quickly sent off a message "u up 4 tagging someone?" Several minutes later, I had everything set up. Another half hour and I was walking out of my condo and taking the trip down the stairs. I got to the 4th floor and waited another minute or so until I heard footsteps on the stairs above me. It was deja vu, since collegeboy looked almost identical to our first fuck. He had the same tight tank top, the same baggy shorts, the tall leather army boots and his hair tied up in a bun. But this time he didn't have a nervous look on his face, it was replaced with a wry grin. I whispered "I get the one with the ink first, you get the other one. When we've dropped our first load, we swap. Dirty talk is good, just no poz talk, ok? Oh... and you need to wear a mask." "They neg?" collegeboy asked before pulling a mask out of his pocket. "Maybe" I said with a smile. We walked out of the stairwell and down the hall to apartment 4C and I knocked on the door. We slipped on our masks just as the door opened and there stood dragonboy in just a thong and a smile. "Fuck! I forgot my mask, sorry. Come on in." He glanced at me and then looked collegeboy over. "Uh... is he legal?" dragonboy asked. I chuckled and said "Yeah, he is" while collegeboy nodded his head. "Hope he's a good fuck" dragon boy said as we followed him back toward his bedroom. I felt my cock start to get hard as I looked at the thong strap disappear between his two firm butt cheeks. Collegeboy was looking at the same thing and rubbing his crotch as he walked, the baggy shorts obscuring his stiff cock. Once in the bedroom I saw his cousin on his knees on the bed. I had to look twice but then I realized he had a puppy tail butt plug in his ass. "I lubed him up already since he hasn't been fucked since you last did him and I thought he needed to get his hole stretched out to take you" dragonboy explained. I wasn't sure which time I fucked his cousin he was referring to, but I doubted he knew about me fucking his cousin solo. "I'm probably tight too since I only got fucked once since then and that guy insisted on wrapping it. I forgot how much I hate condom sex" dragonboy said, turning his head and smiling at me. He climbed on the bed next to his cousin and handed a small bottle of lube back to me. I pushed my shorts off, letting my hard shaft spring free, and let them drop to the floor before pulling my tee over my head. Collegeboy followed my lead and was stepping out of his shorts and peeling his tight tank top off about a half step behind me. He looked hot standing there in just his leather boots with his cock sticking straight out, a sheen of pre on the head. I lubed up dragonboy's hole while collegeboy worked the plug out of the cousin's ass. With a loud plop, the plug came free and the cousin moaned loudly. Collegeboy slipped a pair of fingers into the cousin's hole and muttered "fuck yeah" as he yanked them out and stuffed his cock inside. I was a little pissed that collegeboy was the first to get his dick in, but I liked his enthusiasm. Working my fingers in dragonboy's ass a bit more got him ready until my dripping cock found its way to his entrance. I must have waited too long because dragonboy shoved his ass back, impaling himself on my cock. He had never been one of those 'lay there and take it' bottoms and that was something I liked about him. Resting my hands on his back, I let him fuck himself on my shaft with little movement from me. He was snarling and grunting out of his uncovered mouth, unlike his cousin who was just letting out muffled whimpers as collegeboy fucked harder and faster. Grabbing his hips, I took control and drove my cock in with a hard, firm thrust. Dragonboy growled but stayed still while I stood there a moment. Slowly I pulled back until just the tip was inside before I shoved back and broke through, planting every millimeter of my cock inside his chute. "Wreck that hole" I heard from collegeboy. I looked over and saw that he had slowed down and was now pumping his cock in and out of the cousin much less forcefully. "You cum after I do" I said quietly, trying to make sure he lasted a while. He nodded and backed off the pace a little more. I wanted him to enjoy the fuck first and not be concentrating solely on knocking the guy up. If it happened, that would just be an added bonus. I flipped my concentration back to dragonboy and varied my thrusts. Some were gentle and some were hard, sometimes I gave him a long strokes and sometimes it was only a few inches. Looking over again, collegeboy was now pounding the cousin again. He would hammer him and then pull out a second before shoving back in and hammering him again. After seeing him do it a few times I thought he must be getting close. When he pulled out and flipped the cousin on to his back, I felt my own balls start to tingle. I pushed dragonboy's shoulders down until his head was pressed against the bed and started to thrust faster. He started to work his ass muscles around my cock and it took every bit of determination not to breed him right then and there. I knew that's what he wanted, but I wanted to fuck a little longer. Out of the side of my eye, I saw collegeboy pull out and groan as he tried desperately to not shoot his load yet. He stood there several seconds and the cousin even looked back at him, his eyes pleading to get fucked more. I drilled dragonboy another couple minutes and I couldn't delay any longer. Slamming in, my cock engorged and started to shoot spurts of diseased cum into dragonboy's hole. He moaned out "Oh fuck yeah" the moment he felt my cock start to flood his ass and he milked my cock hoping to get every last drop. After the first four or five shots, I slowly rocked my hips, makng sure I painted my seed over as many parts of his boi cunt as I could. With the last of my load emptied, I churned it up and looked over at collegeboy just in time to see him lunge forward and growl as he shot his load into the cousin. His orgasm seemed to last a while and I hoped he saved enough for our second round. As good as dragonboy's hole felt I wanted to get into his cousin and feel my dick get coated in collegeboy's viral slime. Collegeboy looked over at me with a wicked grin and then started to plow into the cousin's hole. He matched my pace with dragonboy for a few minutes until I pulled out. I slapped dragonboy's ass and moved back. I put my hand on collegeboy's shoulder, pulling him to his left. His cock plopped out of the cousin's hole along with a stream of pink tinged cum. The hole slowly started to close and I moved in, pulling back my foreskin and covering the head with the cum that was around the cousin's hole and on his shaved balls. With a quick plunge, I was mostly inside with my first push and only a little protest from the cousin. Collegeboy and the plug had stretched him out enough that my only impediment to being balls deep was a tight inner ring. I knew from past experience that I could get in all the way with a little effort and today was no different. Collegeboy took no time to get his cock into dragonboy. His shaft was a couple inches shorter than mine but almost as thick and judging by the moans from dragonboy, he knew how to use it. It was an interesting contrast between dragonboy and his cousin. Dragonboy encouraged a top to use him and even slipped into power bottom mode if the top wasn't vigorous enough. His cousin knew he was there for the top's pleasure and while he might show signs of discomfort or having gone past his personal limits he never pulled away. Collegeboy drilled fast and then slow while keeping an eye on me to make sure that I was in control of both fucks. I have done several scenes like this other tops and this was one of the more enjoyable ones. With other tops it seemed that everyone wanted to be the alpha and in control, but collegeboy seemed to be happy with his beta role. We fucked our respective bottoms, mixing up each other's seed inside and forcing some out as we fucked. I started getting rougher with the cousin after I made it past his inner ring. He was mumbling something that I couldn't decipher, but occasionally I could make out "FUCK!" when I pounded especially hard. My cock started to swell again and my balls tightened up signaling my impending orgasm. I looked over and nodded at collegeboy and we both started to pound harder. It took a couple strokes and we were in unison fucking the bottoms. With the bed squeaking, I grabbed on to the cousin's shoulders and planted my cock in all the way and the the cum fly. He let out a loud moan and I could feel his hole spasm around my cock, sucking even more cum out of my balls as he shot hands-free over the bed. Collegeboy growled as he shot his load too. I don't know if dragonboy shot his load then or if it was before, but there was a large pool of cum on the bed when he stood up later. With my balls now empty and collegeboy's drained we both gave a few last strokes of our cocks and then pulled out. The cousin collapsed on his stomach on the bed and dragon boy slowly crawled off and stood next to collegeboy. "Damn, that was hot. I wasn't sure how it was going to turn out, but this was fuckin' amazing" dragonboy said with a big grin on his still uncovered face. I had to chuckle since the rest of us were masked up and mine was soaked through from sweat and my moist breath and the guy that insisted on masks had skipped wearing one. A mask wouldn't protect him from the virus that was now swimming in his ass, anyway. I grabbed the puppy tail plug and pushed it into the cousin's ass, startling him quite a bit. "You should have one too" I said to dragonboy with a wink. I picked up a towel and wiped my cock off before tossing it to collegeboy. The two of us dressed quickly and were walking out the door a minute later. Collegeboy took the elevator up to his place and I took the stairs up to mine.

Anytime a bathhouse closes, it hurts...even if you haven't visited it. We are losing our ability to have places where male sexual freedom is allowed. Where will men meet to just be men without any outside world interference?

Jake stood motionless in the tile shower as the warm water cascaded across his body. stepping forward he placed his hands above his head, bracing his body against the satin grey tile as the water poured down his back, channeling naturally between his shoulders, to his hips, and along his taut milky cheeks as he stared down at his pendulous tool. Lucas would never understand how beautiful and perfect he had become, how he could become. maybe his strain would take, or maybe not, but Jake was sure this was a gift, a precious gift. Being poz among men was...it was as if he were some demigod. He could bless boys as he chose, convert the worthy few who invited his virulent hungry organ into their bodies and accepted his warm potent gift. Jake ran his hand along the length of his member. Poz meant his cock was home in only the finest, most exclusive bottoms. The boys who only cared about the purest pleasure. His exclusivity was confirmed gratefully by willing boys who buttered their holes with his precum and begged for his release, and denied to those who refused his generous pursuit of raw lust. Jakes head shot up as he heard his phone skittering across the marble kitchen countertop, vibrating with an incoming call. Scrambling to open the shower door he scuffed his feet on the bathroom rug momentarily and took off like a wet nude flash down the hall. "Lucas?!" he eagerly waited for the voice on the line to affirm his existence again if even for a moment. "uhm, Jake?" The boy searched his mind for what this timid voice was. It certainly wasnt Lucas. "Seth gave me your number. its Clint!" Jakes smile faded as he plodded back to the shower to fetch a towel. He certainly remembered blowing more greasy loads of pod spunk than he could count into this boy, he just never expected to hear from him again for some reason. His cock twitched at the thought of Clints insatiable cunt. "Hows it goin buddy?" Jake finished wiping himself down as he scooted the towel across puddles of water in the hall. "I feel...i dont feel good today jake. do you think it worked?" Jake felt a swell of pride as he heard the boys hoarse cough over the phone. "i think so baby." Jakes cock was rock hard as he imagined the boys smooth body embracing his gift. "I-if your not busy do you want to come over?" Clint asked bashfully. "of course i do baby ill be right there." Jake was now openly fisting his cock in anticipation of a slick poz hole to start his day with. "hi" Clint looked exhausted as he opened the door to his apartment dressed only in a pair of black briefs. his tired shoulders slumped as Jake embraced him. "Its all over baby you did a great job. Youre poz now" he stroked clints hair as the boy kissed him on the cheek. "i missed you Jake" he mumbled, moving his hand down to his underwear and slipping them down to present his pale cheeks. "i tried fingering my hole but it doesnt make me cum Jake" The boy couldnt believe his eyes. After all this, all clint could still think of was Jakes cock? it throbbed eagerly as he undid the buttons on his jeans. "i know baby, your boypussy needs a big cock in it doesnt it?" Clint nodded wearily as he spread his legs wider. "I made it slick already." he spread his hole obscenely for the hungry raw top to expose his dripping hole. "i mean, seth helped earlier. he brought lube" Clint pointed to a tupperware dish on the countertop that was obviously full of anonymous loads. "i never saw this kind before, but he put lots of it inside" clint remarked absently as he dipped a finger into his hungry toxic cunt. "this is the best kind of lube baby, but only poz holes get to use it. its very special." Jake scooped a gob of the seed into his fist and smeared it on his cock. "please Jake i need it inside. make me feel good." Jake stepped to the boys eager hole and gripped his hips. "put the nice big cock inside where it feels good clint" The boy sighed as he nudged his ass back and swallowed Jakes tool halfway. "oooooh fuck yes" clint moaned, continuing to slide back on the mans thick leaking prick. "god please jake fuck my hole" the desperate boy begged. "Jake began forcefully slamming his impossibly large cock into the smaller teens frame. this was what he was made for, charging up holes and shooting his load deep.

As I finished telling Pat my story, Chicago to NYC to Colorado, we pulled up to his house. I hopped out and glimpsed the landscape below, turning around to see my mystery man patiently holding open the door for me, beckoning me inside. "As long as I'm not intruding," I said. "I'll be the one doing any intruding," Pat said with a smirk. Walking inside he let me know that he would freshen up in the bathroom and motioned to his bedroom. Glass panels separated bedroom and bathroom doorway and he made sure that I saw him take off his shirt, the muscles on his back rippling as he untied his shoes next. "Let's play a game," he commanded. "You go into middle drawer on the left wall and pick out sometime for me to wear and I get something for you to wear." Eager, and tenting, I agreed. "Deal." I opened the drawer to find an assortment of underwear (jockstraps, thongs, and colorful briefs folded neatly-size medium like me) and some leather accessories: a chest harness, y-harness, cuffs, and a leather collar. "Ready boy?" "Ready!" I spun around with only the leather chest harness in hand and saw that he had picked out a metallic silver buttplug with an orange head. We both chuckled at seeing the others choice, obviously we were on the same page. "Come dress me." As I started to strap on the harness around his shoulders I noticed a faint discoloration of his skin around his bellybutton, the only portion of his abs that were completely covered in fuzz. As I slid down to undo his belt and drop his pant to the floor I was greeted by the most mouthwatering bulge I had ever seen. The veins of his cock were even defined. "Your turn boy." I excitedly undressed and hopped up on the bed with Pat close behind in just his white briefs and harness now. As he started to eat me out a moan escaped my lips, there was nothing like his touch that I had ever experienced before. Sufficiently wet, the cold metallic plug made contact with my freshly wet hole, gradually being engulfed by my hungry lips. Curiously I rolled over and asked Pat what we should do now. "If your so-called 'boy' is all plugged up, what should we do now?" With a hearty chuckle, Pat replied. "Let's just snuggle, I'll claim my boy soon enough." And with that he nestled me into he beefy arms and I drifted off to sleep.

Part 1 - The Meal Ticket Walking along the road in Knightsbridge it was already late in the evening and Conrad was a little lost trying to find the way back to his aunt's house. He often stayed up here during the summer holidays and visited with his cousin every evening who lived a thirty minute walk away to play on his xbox. Conrad was in London for two weeks and was taking the time to figure out how he would pay next terms fees and crucially the exams. Struggling to make ends meet he liked to be independent unlike his twin brother Charlie who was happy to visit the bank of mum and dad frequently, doing that have to be his last resort and would insist on paying them back not matter how long it took. Putting himself through college studying horticulture he never imagined the series of events that would unfold from this time of need. Somethings never crossed his mind like taking drugs or having sex with another man, Conrad was as straight as they come. At 20 years old he was average at best coming in at five foot nine inches tall, a swimmers build that lacked any sign of chest hair, just like his twin. The resemblance didn't stop there they both looked the same and that is to say ordinary, not head turners by any means and during school they constantly had a stream of girlfriends. Both of them had a weird strawberry blond colour hair and Conrad had brown eyes whereas Charlie had blue eyes that sparkled. To know them you knew that was the only subtle difference. Conrad began to recognise the shops and rowdy bars knowing he was only 10 minutes from the house. There were numerous young guys of all sorts standing outside one of the bars, some with shirts on others didn't and were showing off their muscular bodies like peacocks strutting around trying to find a mate. Conrad knew this was one of the gay bars and closing time was approaching and it amused him how some of the patrons now desperately searched for a fuck. It was one of several gay bars along this stretch of road and frankly it had never bothered him in the past, what did though was the limousine that drove slowly along behind him making him feel on edge. He could only assume it was slowing to deposit the passenger at the gay bar. Conrad could smell the cologne mixed with sweat the closer he got to the bar. Humid air still lingered after what had been a scorching day, they even had to stop play at Wimbledon for a few hours. Wearing only shorts and trainers Conrad had taken this t-shirt off for the walk back realising he looked just like one of the gays standing outside the bar that were leaning up against the wall. Some of the guys were chatting, others smoking but all watching diligently at any car that slowed down. The limousine had now slowed down and crawling along allowing Conrad to get further ahead of it. He thought the behaviour of the guys was strange at first then chuckled to himself wondering if they were escorts trying to pick up business.et further away from it, figuring that the guys leaning against the wall outside the bar were touting for business. Sure enough a car pulled in front of the limousine and one guy walked over to the car, after a few seconds of discussion he got in and the car pulled away. He just couldn't believe it was going on right in front of his eyes the noticed that several of the guys spotted the limousine and began moving edging closer to the curb of the pavement, in doing so they effectively blocked Conrad from passing easily. Dodging around the back of them and nearly crashing in to one that was moving forward. "Out of my way" he abruptly said to Conrad then looking at him up and down. Conrad looked shocked "I am just trying to get past" he replied annoyingly skirting around the back of him. Another guy spoke to the one he had the interaction with "Fucking straights always in the way". The guy laughed "Cute though" he replied. "Your just a slut like me Harry" the other guy replied moving right on the curb side. Stupidly Conrad looked over his shoulder whilst walking and saw the limousine slowly moving past the guys then it sped up a little and moved ahead of him stopping about 30 meters in front. You could hear the disgruntled moans from the guys who all moved back to the wall still looking at the limousine. Conrad heard the guys name Harry being called and he looking at Conrad and briefly made eye contact. When Conrad turned to carrying on walking a tall Arabic gentleman exited the limousine, jet black hair with greying sides and a black beard, he was solidly built and around late 40's possibly in his 50's and walking towards Conrad and spoke to him. "Do you have the time?" he asked in his heavy Arabic accent. Conrad looked at the man's wrist and gold rolex "You have a watch" he replied looking confused. He looked impatiently at Conrad "Do you have the time?" he asked again. Conrad realised what he was asking "Oh god no, I am not one of those" he replied nodding over his shoulder. "So you gay for pay?" he now asked "30 minutes for me to fuck you". "Are you serious?" Conrad replied shocked at how he continued to proposition him "I am not gay". He smirked "Even better" he said hinting to follow "£500 to fuck you". Conrad stood there rooted to the spot, had he really just been offered that much money to get fucked even though he had told the guy he was straight. Some bizarre decision had happened in his head from the lure of money that made his feet move following him. Was he really going to get in to the guys vehicle with no real idea of why? Conrad couldn't understand why his feet kept moving, the desperation for money was the contributing factor. Conrad felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up figuratively speaking and he glanced behind noticing several stares he was getting from the guys watching him, there was no mistake the looks were not happy ones. He held the door open and Conrad looked at it for a moment then at the man, he showed no friendly expression on his face and was more a business deal look nothing more. His body trembling a little at this bad idea but he still stepped inside sliding over the spacious seating, the leather smell instantly assaulting his senses along with cigar smoke. The strangeness in the way you could not see the driver through the blacked out partition window that was raised cutting them off from them. How bad can it be Conrad thought to himself watching the Arabic man climb in and the door closing like magic behind him. The limousine pulled away and he looked at Conrad for a moment. "Take your shorts down and lean over the back of the seat" he said in a just do it kind of way. Conrad embarrassingly pulled his shorts and underwear down and nervously leaned over the back of the seat "Like this?" he was asking to make sure. He said nothing taking his shirt off revealing a dark hairy chest and a very solid build, hanging the shirt up neatly on the coat hanger with his tie, he now undid his trousers revealing a bulge that looked enormous. Oh shit Conrad said out loud now concerned about what he had let himself in for knowing this was going to hurt. Conrad didn't even have time to think or back out feeling the body weight of the man leaning heavily down on his back the coarse hair on his chest making his back itch. He felt one arm laying over his neck holding him down in place, his other hand positioning his cock. Conrad let out a gurgling scream feeling his ass being pushed open abruptly taking the head of his cock inside he was almost sure he heard his ass tearing open, it burned like hell and the pain was excruciating. Conrad was gasping for breath his entire body engulfed by a pain that intensified the deeper he pushed his cock in, the thick shaft expanding his ass open wider. The agony and pain he felt left him unable to breath properly and he blacked out momentarily his eyes watering. Conrad snorted and snapped his eyes open crying out again in agony feeling his body and soul being crushed and destroyed by this man's cock. Wishing it would end so he could get his money and run, he suddenly felt a the sensation of he mans thick bush of pubes burying up against his hole. Getting a momentary relief from the pain only to become aware of the free arm circling around his waist ignoring his own cock it continued moved around like a snake until it held Conrad securely. Conrad felt completely immobilised and at the mercy of this man, the pain still burned deep in his body and gradually he felt like his ass was being pulled inside out. Each deep penetrating thrust made him cry out, unable to move his head he stared blankly out of the darkened back window in to the street lamp lit roads as they drove around west London. He was being fucked hard and steady, each thrust agonising with his calls to stop falling on deaf ears he could feel the warm breath from his benefactor who was now grunting and panting hard. Conrad let out one final loud agonising scream with the man pushing up hard, his cock sinking deeper than ever and simultaneously firing his seed in large thick gloopy streams deep in to Conrad's young body, electrifying jolts followed where each one seemed to penetrate him deeper. Conrad partly grunted and cried at the jolts from the man's orgasm and feeling relieved knowing this was over, even his eyes felt sore and his throat burned from the crying and screaming. Another painful long moan followed with the cock leaving his ass. He was still a little stunned at what he had done, confused, disgusted with himself and slightly dazed he heard a voice telling him to get dressed. Conrad pulled his underwear and shorts up seeing the lights from the bar appearing and the limo stopped exactly where it picked him up from. A wad of £50 notes was put in his hand and told to get out. The Arabic man grinned and lit up a cuban cigar waving Conrad away from the limousine he watched the door close and turned away in shame. He put the money in his pocket and stood looking at the brick wall in front of him. He felt dirty and degraded by his own actions stumbling towards the wall he leaned against it trying to gather his thoughts and compose himself. His ass felt like the pits of hell burning in so much pain he wanted to cry out in anger. "As gay as they come" Harry said walking up to Conrad "are you okay?" he asked. Conrad registered who it was "I'm fine" he replied standing up. Harry put his hand on Conrad's shoulder "Sure you don't need help?" he asked looking concerned. Conrad turned looking angry "Fuck off you queer" he responded shrugging Harry's hand off him. "Well fuck you" Harry replied punching Conrad in the face and walking off leaving him there. Rubbing his cheek and chin Conrad looked at Harry walking off re-joining his friends who all looked at him. It did nothing to help his self-confidence being looked down on by a bunch of gay guys in that way. Turning in the opposite direction he basically picked up where he stopped before getting in the limousine and painfully walked back to his aunt's house. He slept badly unable to get comfortable, every time he turned on to his left side he saw the pile of £50 notes on the bedside table. Unsure if the degradation and pain was worth it and to top it all he also now had to contend with a lightly bruised jaw from being punched. He couldn't ever remember calling someone queer like that since he had a school friend who turned out gay, then there was the man called Simon owner and occupier of Hibiscus Manor and Jack the gardener. Conrad was probably the only person in Hibiscus Drive who knew Jack was gay. By morning he woke managing to get a few hours sleep, his aunt went off to work and Conrad went to the bathroom. Sitting down he winced at the pain still around the entrance of his ass, he lost track of time sitting there his eyes watering every time the muscles in his ass pushed. Grabbing some toilet tissue he braced himself knowing this was going to hurt and he wasn't wrong, wiping gently he then stood up and saw rusty discoloured blobs floating in the toilet water. Not one or two but multiple ribbons of it. He felt sick again thinking about last night having never discussed using condoms, he had let a complete stranger fuck him and cum in his ass. Wallowing in self pity all day he sat out in the garden watching the planes in the distance heading to Heathrow and catching some of the late afternoon tennis matches on TV being played at Wimbledon. The pain in his ass had eased off although it was still agonising trying to poo he found out that evening. At least there was no more of the horrible stuff coming out of him, it was nagging at him wondering if the guy had hiv, but he did look respectable and bore a wedding ring. The following afternoon Conrad went to his cousins walking on the opposite side of the road away from the bar in case that Harry bloke was there again and didn't want to get in to any altercation with him. Stopping by the bank he deposited the money in to his account at the same time thinking about his ass and that the pain had all but gone. He spent the rest of the time with his cousin until 10pm. Heading back he walked on the same side of the road and sure enough he saw Harry standing there chatting with a guy. Harry noticed him and grinned giving him the finger. Conrad was so distracted by Harry that he didn't see the black limousine pass then do a U-turn in the road stopping a few meters in front of him. He wasn't sure at first if it was the same one until he started walking past it and the window opened and finger beckoned him over, there sat the Arabic man. He looked at Conrad and nodded "Same deal as the other night" he said smoking his cigar. Conrad saw the same guys looking at him from across the road "I'm not gay it was a mistake" he said. He laughed "You took it well and I need to fuck, get in" he said "£1k if you take like the other night". Conrad stepped back as the door magically opened "30 minutes" he said inching closer tempted by the money. "No" he replied "for as long as it takes me to be satisfied and empty my balls up your ass". Weirdly Conrad just saw the money side of it and slipped in to the seat next to him. It was gone midnight when he finally stepped out of the limousine after the Arabic man asked where he wanted dropping off. That was the extent of their conversation and his pocket was bulging with £50 notes again along with his sore ass that was even worse than the first time. True to his word it was only after the fourth time did he feel satisfied, Conrad just endured two hours of getting fucked stuck in the same position continuously, the Arab only took his cock out once he was done. And so it continued every other night he would get paid to be fucked by the same man in to the second week of his stay. Conrad was due to go home to Hampshire at the weekend and that Thursday afternoon he wandered around Knightsbridge bumping in to Harry who was dressed in public school boy uniform having finished classes for the day. Harry purposefully walked on a collision path with Conrad and every time Conrad stepped across so did Harry. The closer they got Conrad just gave up trying to avoid him. "How much have you made from Moham?" Harry asked stopping Conrad. "What?" Conrad asked looking at him "Man you still in school and whoring around?". "Shut the fuck up or I will punch you again" Harry replied smirking at Conrad. Conrad tried to pass by but Harry stopped him again "What happened to you being straight then?" Harry asked. "I am" Conrad replied looking at him unsure why he was still standing there hearing Harry laughing. "Was the money Moham offered too good to turn down?" Harry asked. Conrad blushed bright red not sure what to say "I am not gay" he said again. Harry just laughed in his face "You must be a fucking good bottom to take it from him so many times". "I am not gay" Conrad repeated to Harry "just get out of my face" he finally said having had enough. Harry cocked his head to one side "Your very sexy" he said. "I err" Conrad blushed again having never been told that by anyone "Sorry, what I said the other night". "That's okay, say it again and I will punch you harder next time" Harry replied making light of it. Conrad smiled and Harry shook his head "I have to go and do my homework, final exams coming up" he said. "Sure" Conrad replied awkwardly finding it amusing seeing an escort in school clothes. Harry walked off then turned "Meet me for a drink tomorrow evening, you know where" he said. He had to admit that Harry was one of a kind and in a way was a very attractive young and without a doubt he was flirting with him. Like himself he had copious amounts of blondish hair that made him look like a beach bum, those amazing blue eyes dazzled and he stood the same height as himself. Without knowing he was only 19 years old Harry had a pretty perfect body, not ripped but he was built for such a young person. Shaking his head Conrad was confused about meeting him and decided to sleep on it. He kept a low profile until Saturday afternoon, electing to stay in with his aunt that evening. Harry hung around the bar all of Friday evening chatting with his friends and keeping one eye on the direction he thought the guy would be walking from. By closing time Harry left the bar and walked home, it was no surprise the guy didn't turn up after all their meeting was not ideal. As difficult as it was he pinned to much on this so called straight guy but he couldn't help his feelings towards him, in truth Harry just couldn't stop thinking about him. Being an escort and finding a boyfriend was hard as most guys he met couldn't handle that part of him, even when he tried to explain that he did it for sex being a randy and very horny teenager. He was sad inside and tried to play his emotions down until he spotted the limousine and went running towards and tapped on the window. Moham lowered the window a little "What?" he asked taking a puff on his cigar. "The blond guy you had who is he?" Harry asked urgently "do you know where he lives?". Moham looked at him smiling "What's the information worth?" he asked putting the cigar back in his mouth. It was the last thing Harry wanted right now getting fucked by Moham "I just need to know where he lives". "It will cost you" Moham replied pressing a button and Harry stood back letting the door open. He sat next to Moham who looked at him and nodded down indicating for him to remove his jeans and underwear. Harry undid the zipper and the limousine pulled away. Moham put the cigar down and leaned over the back of Harry, his hand pulling his cock out that was already hard and he pushed it straight in to Harry's ass. He very rarely got to fuck Harry and liked that he was a little fighter when roughly taken, Moham loved the feel of Harry's body struggling. Harry didn't scream like the other guy he just wriggled and tired to reduce the impact by pushing his ass back. Moham had his arm secured around Harry's waist and with a steady brutal force he fucked him over and over until he shot his third load. Moahm spent fifteen minutes grinding his cock making sure Harry was properly bred before slowly he released him and sat back down doing his trousers up. The limousine stopped at the top of a road that Harry knew. "This is where I dropped him off" Moham said nodding down the road. Harry looked "So you don't know where he lives?" he now asked a little anger in his voice. The limo door opened "Down there" Moham replied lighting up his cigar "he screams when I fuck him". Harry slipped out of the limousine and the door closed immediately then drove off, he felt a pain of jealously at Moham's last remark or was it anger more importantly Moham had played him for a free fuck. He should have known since the man never spoke to guys he picked up, they just had to lean over and take it then get paid. Deciding this was a no hoper he turned to walk home even more upset than he was earlier. Saturday afternoon and Conrad headed back home for the Hampshire countryside, he had no regrets standing Harry up and didn't want the confrontation with him sensing they were complete opposites. His tuition fees well and truly covered by the £9k he made, the extra was pain money for enduring the nights he spent being driven around London taking a hammering from the Arab man. Sitting on the train out of Waterloo station he realised the thought of sex with the Arab had made him hard. Can't be he thought to himself, why would that turn me on? It was the start of his own confused emotions and state of mind questioning his own sexuality on the long journey until he reached home and the serenity of Hibiscus Drive. Sometimes your mind can hide things from you that only appear when you least expect them to. For Conrad he had subconsciously been fighting this battle for years and never even knew it.

Most of this story is true. Part 1. Losing my real virginity to Skinhead in London It was two days after my 18th birthday. I was out with some friends in London celebrating We'd been clubbing, met a few people and ended up back in basement bar of a hotel. The hotel it turned out was notorious for it's gay clientele. Which made mad sense - the people we met were cool - two gay gays, a very femme camp twink, and couple of fag hags who were now getting friendly with my two mates. Now I think back I realise I was supposed to be the prize for the gay guys or the twink to play with. I'd always been skinny. And with ginger hair and pale skin I must have looked delicious to these older gay guys. I was wearing a tight white t-shirt, skinny blue jeans and boots. I knew I was a bit camp and played up to it. But at the time I was straight. I'd had a couple of girlfriends, but only had sex twice. The first time was with a big girl at a party, I got hard but didnt know what to do. She knew what she wanted. She removed her knickers, parked her huge arse on me, straddled her big thighs over me and rode me until she had an orgasm. She then got off and left me there. The next time was with my new girlfriend. We'd done it once, but she had to grab my cock and put it in her. I pretended to cum. She told me she liked my cock, although it was the smallest one she'd fucked she said. I am about six inches and nice and straight. But even though it was small it was very good looking she thought - like the Johnny Depp of cocks - small but perfectly formed. She laughed and said my small balls and ginger pubes made my cock look cute. However even though I had nice tight balls I'd always produce a lot of cum! Thinking back I loved porn, and wanked a lot even to straight porn. But I always fantasised I was the slut on my knees getting a face full of cum or sucking cock. I love the idea of cocks up my arse, but I never had anything up there - i tried with a finger but it always hurt. But I'd play with my arse hole opening, rubbing a finger over my pink hole and pushing as much as I dared. I'd dream of being a slut on all fours when I wanked. I'd create rape fantasies of being forced and used, taken against my will and degraded. I'd cum in my hand or on the floor and hungrily lick it all up. I even used to be able to put my cock over my mouth and cum on pretty pink lips. As I mentioned, I'd cum a lot so spraying my mouth and face with huge spurts of cum was easy. Anyway, back to the hotel. Time was passing and everyone was getting pretty drunk. Most people in the hotel bar had left. I'd drunk a lot of beer and the ecstasy was wearing off. I staggered down the hallway, down some stairs and into the mens toilet. It was a big white tiled old fashioned toilet. Very bright and very white I remember. Six stalls facing some sinks and a big steal urinal at one end. I headed down and went for a piss - leaning with one hand against the wall for support. I took a big long piss and was thinking how fucked I felt and I should probably head off. I was supposed to see my girlfriend tomorrow. Just then someone came and stood next to me. He got his cock out and started pissing. He was standing very close, right next to me. I could smell him. Aftershave and sweat and leather. Even though I'd never had any experience before somehow I knew this man was gay. I glanced down and over and caught a glimpse of his cock. My heart started beating faster and my mouth went dry. Quickly I buttoned up and walked to the sinks. For some reason I then turned around and looked back - i just stood there. I was looking at the man pissing. He was taller than me - i was only around 5'8. He was easily six foot. Dressed like a skin head. Shaved head. Ripped jeans. Leather jacket on, boots, chains, the lot. His arms were covered in cool tatoos. Then he turned, took two steps away from the urinal and just stood there with his cock out. I couldnt believe it. I'd never seen anything like. This big white cock. So thick and so manly. With a prince albert on the end - a big silver ring piercing the head. Instinct took over and I walked towards him, got on my knees and took my first cock in my mouth. It was amazing. The taste, the feel, the heat of the flesh. So much bigger and more powerful than mine. I greedily sucked and tasted his meat. I was consumed with lust, finally I knew my place, I felt so at home on my knees with a cock in my mouth. I was transformed from a straight boy into the cock sucker I wanted to be. The cock was enough and I sucked in his balls and licked around his crotch tasting his body. I realised he was shaved which I liked, how did I know I liked that? I'd never even thought of it before and here I was deciding i liked shaved balls. I heard something behind which woke me from my delirious cock sucking. I looked around, I didnt see anyone but realised I was exposed. If someone saw me they'd know what I was. I was still straight and no one could find out. I dragged the skin head man into a stall and closed the door. I went to continue my cocksucking, but instead he kissed me. Harder and rougher than I'd ever been kissed. Forcing his tongue in my mouth and tasting me. I went weak at the knees - I was breathless and had never felt this turned on before even though I wasnt even thinking about my cock. He roughly pulled down my jeans and grabbed my cock and balls hard and twisted them. "You like that slut?" he said, "Yes sir, thankyou sir" I moaned. Where did that come from? I'd never called anyone sir before. He spun me around and pulled my cute white arse cheeks apart. I moaned and pushed back offering myself to him. It felt so natural. He ran a finder up my crack and I shivered in excitement. He tried to push a finger in, but I clamped shut. "Please no" I said "I'm a virgin, I'm too tight and it hurts". He didnt say anything, instead he knelt down. Then I felt it. His tongue on my arse. Oh my god that was incredible - like nothing else. The licking and the probing of his tongue. I began pushing back and moaning like a bitch on heat. I'd never felt anything like it and it was perfect. I was having the best sex of my life and I hadnt even touched my cock. I started moaning like the sluts in pornos "I'm a whore, lick my cunt hole, eat my pussy, use me like a whore... fuck my cunt like a bitch. Fuck my virgin cunt hole and make me your bitch". I was really going to town on the moaning, I was transformed from a straight boy into a drooling faggot. The skin head stood up and put one arm around my waste and the other around my neck. "You dont have a cunt" he said "you've got an arse hole and I'm about to fuck it. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to breed you?". I couldn't believe that my dream was about to come true. "Yes, please, fuck me. Fuck my arse". Even though I didn't know what it meant I begged him to breed me. It sounded slutty and I liked being a slut. It made my arse seem more like a cunt, and a cunt could be used to get a girl pregnant and I liked being more like a slutty girl. After all you cant breed an 18 year boy can you? He positioned his cock head against my hole. I moaned.. then I paused "Not with out a condom" I said and pulled away. I was suddenly awakened to my situation and how long I'd been down there. I'd better get back to my friends I thought. "I want you to come in my mouth" I said and tried to suck his cock again thinking I could get my reward quickly and rejoin my friends. No one would be any the wiser. "No, thats not what you want or need." said the skin head "I know what you want, but I guess tonights not your lucky night". With that he unlocked the toilet door and headed back upstairs. I washed my face and hands and sheepishly. I figured I'd head back upstairs and rejoin my friends, maybe pretend like it never happened. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was still feeling high and drunk. Even more now I thought. Normally I'd have sobered up a bit by now, but I was feeling even more drunk and things seemed blurry. Time to get a cab. I staggered out of the mens room and into the hall. To be continued.

Anyone else here into chubby guys. I have been for a long time and always wanted to be. Hated always being kinda skinny. Recently gained about 30lbs past few months and love it and want to keep it going. Last few days I've had random dude online pay for food for me at places and I go pick it up because they want to see me get heavier and thicker and get a big round ass to fuck and I'm finding it unbelievably hot. Wondering if anyone else here into this. Last night had a guy get me pizza on the condition I sent back pics of me eating and showing my ass.

Not sure that I've seen this question asked, at least not recently. What is the weirdest request that a sex partner has asked you for/to do/to participate in? I think mine had to be the guy who came over and who really didn't look that much like his pics, so I just wanted to get it over with and send on his way. I take him to the bedroom and then he proceeds to get kind of bossy for no real reason, only to have him tell me that he prefers to get off with guys who pretend to be robots! Well at this point I just wanted to be done, so you can bet I did my best C3PO, got him off and sent him packing ASAP!

At one point, I was getting fucked by a guy that I use to work with. He was a complete asshole know it all. Always knew a better way to do things, etc. But damn he could fuck.

was 17, older dom met on craigslist, told me i was getting fucked raw like the bitch i was, and he nutted in me of course. had been interested in by porn, but once i got it, never went back

Just ordered mine as it seems masks will be here for awhile

Full blown guy stayed inside Jake as his cock softened but the kid's loose arse couldn't hold onto his meat for very long and he soon slipped out. I could see from his tendons on his arm that he was still working his hand inside Jake though, and he spent a few minutes working his cum into the kid's guts. When he finally retrieved his bloody arm, he indicated to me that it was my turn. I'd momentarily forgotten that I was just next in line in his eyes but my cock was hard and it was too easy to slide back into Jake, whose arse now felt like a warm, wet and soft bag of mush. I could detect no resistance at all as i slipped all the way in. Full blown guy was behind me, on his knees, feeding off my tight manhole and playing with my big soft balls. As I gently pushed in to Jake he would push my balls forwards and up, eventually popping them into Jake's fleshy tunnel alongside my cock. For a while, he would pop them back inside each time they came out and I got off on the feeling of being so deep in the kid. "Fist him". Hmmm...good idea...I pulled out and made my hand as narrow as possible. Not easy with my hands. Four fingers were going in no problem but the width of my palm was something new for Jake's arse. "Just push" I did. And then a bit harder. Harder still....and....yes...entry, Jake squeaked and suddenly my whole hand was in. The feeling my cock had imagined was confirmed by my fingers. I've fisted before but Jake was a little different. The warmness and some of the suction was there (though much less) but the feeling that's like soft seaweed wrapping around you was much more intense. I remembered Nathan's cock from earlier and the damage that it had done, assuming that it was partly responsible for what I was feeling. I remembered too seeing the outline of him inside Jake, as he did his evil work. "Gonna turn him over". I kept my forearm in him, using it to roll the kid over. He was still on the bed but my arm was taking some of his weight. It took a bit of doing, moving myself in him to get the leverage without slipping to some new part of him, but all of a sudden, he rolled on to his back an d Jake was lying there pregnant, the shape of my upturned hand clearly outlined and standing proud of his shrunken midsection.

7. That was the first night I spent with Sir. He fucked me four more times and eventually we fell asleep with his soft cock nestled between my cheeks. The next morning I woke, with his big arms wrapped around me tight and his morning wood sliding slowly in and out of my open cunt. I pushed back on his cock and moaned. “You’re awake. Good.” With that he began to fuck me in earnest. Quick, hard, deep thrusts, opening my guts up again. I was putty in his hands. I would have done anything for him. This was not meant to be a long fuck. Sir built up to a quick jackhammer and pumped yet another load into me in probably ten minutes. Then he pulled out and kissed my neck. “I have to get ready for work. You just lay there for a bit. I’m going to send you out to your first appointment soon.” I lay on Sir’s bed, a drop of cum leaking from my hole, and for the first time in days stroked my leaking cock. I just lay there, breathing in the lingering smell of musk and sex, slowly jerking myself off. I had no intention of cuming, I just couldn’t help but bask in the afterglow of the hedonistic pleasure I was feeling. When Sir came back in the room he smiled at me. “How do you feel pig,” he asked as he tugged on a pair of briefs. “Honestly Sir, horny as fuck.” He laughed. “Good.” I watched him get dressed. He was just as perfect in a suit as he was naked. I think that’s the first moment I knew I loved him. “So, here’s how today is going to go. First stop will be a friend of mine close by, and no you don’t know him yet. You’re going to go, service my friend, and then you can do whatever you want with your day. Now here’s the fun and exciting part. At any point today I may text you an address, and without question you are to go to that address and service whoever is there. You will drop whatever you are doing. The one excepting…” he grinned, “is if you’re busy taking a load. In which case you will send me a picture or video of you being used. All of my friends will video you as well,” he added as an afterthought. “Yes, Sir!” A big drop of precum oozed from my cock. “Good, now get dressed. You’ve got work to do.” I dressed without showering, Sir said that I’d have time for that after my “appointment.” Then he texted me the address and he kissed me at the door before I left to go service his friend. The address Sir sent me was about half way back to my apartment, and not too far from Rex’s place either. I wondered if he was home, and messaged him on Scruff before ringing the bell at this strangers apartment. The building was high-end and spacious, one of those complete remodels of an old prewar building. I took the elevator up to the top floor, and took a deep breath. As much as I had felt like a slut yesterday having men come to my apartment to use me this was different. I was being sent to service someone and I knew nothing about them. I felt like a whore. I was hard as a rock. Just before I knocked on the stranger’s door Rex responded to me saying he was working but would love to give me another load in the afternoon. Excited by that prospect, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door was opened almost immediately, and a big man wearing nothing but a towel stood inside. He ushered me quickly inside and having closed the door dropped the towel. “Good, you’re here,” he said, “I don’t have a lot of time this morning so strip and follow me.” I shed my clothes next to the front door and followed him into the bedroom. He led me through to the big brightly lit bathroom just off the bedroom and motioned for me to get in the big multi-person walk in shower. “I’ve gotta piss like a race horse before I seed your cunt, on your knees pig.” I’d never drank a guy’s piss before, I’d never done anything terribly kinky before, but I wanted to make Sir happy and that meant making this man happy. I got on my knees and opened my mouth. “Good pig.” The guy aimed his soft dick at my mouth, closed his eyes, and started to piss. At first he missed and covered my chest, then he corrected and filled my mouth. I started to swallow the salty mixture. It was hot in my mouth, and acidic, but it also was erotic, the [banned word] made it sexy. I gulped down the strangers piss, and my cock throbbed as I did it. He hadn’t been kidding about needing to piss like a race horse. My stomach felt full when he finally stopped and slapped his dick on my lips. I opened my mouth, licked the last drop of piss from his head and started to suck him hard. “Fuck, Mike’s gonna be happy with you.” The man’s fingers twisted into my hair holding me in place as he started to fuck my throat. His dick quickly hardened. He was nowhere near as big as Sir but his cock was fat. I had to strain my jaw to keep my teeth away from his cock as it grew in my mouth. Thankfully he didn’t seem that interested in a blow job, as soon as his cock was completely hard he pulled out of my mouth. “Flip over cunt.” I got on all fours and stuck my ass in the air, my face inches from a puddle of piss on the shower floor. He pushed me forward do my face was resting on the floor and spit into my hole. Then he slid inside of me. I let out a sigh as his fat head stretched my hole open and he sunk into my wet guts. “Fuck, Mike wasn’t kidding. You’ve got a sweet fucking cunt,” he said slowly fucking me. “If he doesn’t keep you I just might.” “Thank you, Sir.” I got the feeling he normally had to go slowly with guys to let them get use to his girth, but with all the dick I had taken over the last two days I blossomed open for him in no time. He was soon deep dicking me, his cock hitting against my second hole. He kept spanking my ass as he slid in and out, I was sure he had left a hand print. The dick was so good though that I didn’t care. I was back to being a fuck hole. “Use me Sir. Please fuck me. Make me your hole. Breed my cunt,” I groaned as he fucked me. “I’m gonna breed your cunt while you’re face down in my piss boy,” he grunted back. He started to really slam into me, pushing my face into the piss covered tile floor over and over. I struggled to keep myself upright on the slick floor, till finally with a shout he slammed in once more times and bred me. I sighed as he added his load to the others sloshing around in me. I felt at peace. The man didn’t wait around long, he pulled out before his cock had completely softened, and then tossed me a towel. “Clean up quick pig. I have a meeting to get to.” I toweled off and went to go get my clothes. The man started to dress into a suit in the bedroom. Just before I left he said “I’ll tell Mike that you did a great job boy. And I’m sure he’ll love the video from my security camera.” My heart soared and my cock throbbed a little. Sir would be pleased.

Part 2: Becoming pregnant fuck meat I walked out into the hall and back up to the hotel bar. I look around. My friends had gone. The bar almost empty, just the barman cleaning up. He looked at me and smirked "I think your friends let honey" he said in a very camp voice and looked me up and down like he was undressing me. Behind me my skinhead appeared. He put his arms around me "c'mon up to my room and I'll call you a cab, you look wasted". I didnt resist, eveything was spinning. Before I knew it I was in his room, sitting on the edge of his hotel bed. He stood in front of me. "Well, whilst we wait for a cab you may as well finish sucking my cock". He pulled down his jeans and his hardening cock sprang out. I was immediately transfixed and began sucking on it like it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I was deep throating it like a pro, like I'd seen in the porn movies. I licked his balls and sucked them into my mouth. I was in heaven. He pulled my T-Shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. Then he pulled off my boots and jeans. Within seconds I was naked on my back. I have to go I said, I'm wasted... "Relax" he told me "I have you a little something to help you get into it, being your first time I thought you needed some help" "What do you mean, you gave me something..." I slurred "Just a little something I pushed up your cunt with my tongue" I started sucking my cock. I started moaning. I was in heaven. He replaced his mouth with his hand and moved to licking my arse. I was in heaven, moaning like a total slut. He began fingering me and working my cock at the same time, I'd never felt anything like it. Then he stopped and moved up my body, my legs pinned over his shoulders. He kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing it's way into my mouth. "are you ready, you are going to get fucked tonight, you know that dont you?" "Yes, sir, but please not without a condom..." "It's OK' he said "Dont worry, you are going to get barebacked at some point, it may as well be tonight, You want to lose your virginity properly dont you?" God yes, I moaned and uttered the words every bottom knows so well "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, cum in me, I want you to cum inside me" He pushed his cock into me. I dont even remember it hurting. All I remember is the fucking - him fucking me hard and me taking it like I was born to be bitch. On my back with a man inside me. I was groaning and taking on the role of a slut in ways I didnt think I was possible of - begging him to fuck me harder, to use my cunt. Hurt me, rape me, everything I could think of. My entire world was now about his amazing dick in my arse and for the first time I felt complete, loved and wanted. "I'm getting close" he said "Maybe if you are lucky we'll get you pregnant first time" That sounded kinky, being a girl I thought, pretending I could pregnant. My femboy side had awakened and I loved the idea of being the girl with a cunt. "Yes, please, cum in me, make me pregnant. Give me your babies, I want you to be my daddy, cum in me daddy please cum in me" And then he did it - he pushed down hard and pumped his load into me. Thats all I remember from that night, I must have passed out. I woke up the next morning, still in his bed, naked...

I (24) have been in a live-in relationship with my "daddy" (45) for almost 2 years now, he's an insatiable bottom, I'm a top only (although I love a nice rimjob). He's got a bunch of other friends his age who are all bottoms too who we play with often. I used to fuck guys my own age but for like the past year it's only been guys over 30, and I'm starting to kind of prefer it that way lol... Older bottoms just seem to be able to handle a big dick better, and seem to appreciate getting fucked by a younger guy a lot more than guys my own age. Any other young tops/older bottoms feel this way? We both really like incest play, but there is a total dearth of good porn with top sons and bottom dads. Even if you type those terms into search engines you will just get daddies fucking boys lol.

PART 1 My name’s Sloan. I’m 35, white, hairy, and hung. My dick is a fat, veiny hole-wrecker, and I love to show it off in public. I keep my body in the best shape possible—rock-hard six-pack, muscular chest, beefy legs. I’m really good at luring younger guys into giving up their holes. There’s something about my look, about my square jaw and intense brown eyes and high-and-tight crew cut. Something that makes me look trustworthy, wholesome. The good guy. The older brother. The mentor. But see, I’m not the good guy. In fact, I’m one evil motherfucker. My favorite hobby is seducing, chemming, and corrupting college dudes, pushing their limits, taking their fantasies to the dark side, and pozzing their sweet smooth hungry holes—pounding them raw and leaving them dripping with multiple loads of unmedicated virus. And the funny thing is this: no matter how much they protest at one time or another, no matter how much they claim that they don’t want to be barebacked and gang-bred and pimped out, they always end up hungry and begging for more of that sweet seed deep in their guts. So yeah: I guess you could say that I’ve pozzed a lot of boys, destroyed a lot of unsuspecting holes, initiated a lot of slampigs. But last weekend—well, last weekend was the hottest transformation I’ve seen yet. My favorite place to hunt for victims is about a block away from a bathhouse here in Berkeley. I watch for a certain kind of guy: 18 or 19, an undergrad just getting his first taste of freedom away from the parents, well-built, preppy. He might walk hesitantly toward the entrance, then stop to reconsider, then start walking back to his car, then decide to go into the bathhouse after all. That’s when I intercept him. I emerge from the shadows to strike up a conversation—and with any luck, change his life forever. Last weekend, I was in my usual spot. It was a warm August night, and I was wearing a pair of mesh gym shorts with no underwear, a tight wife beater to show off my hairy chest, and a ballcap. I’d taken a dick pill about 30 minutes earlier, so my cock was forming a huge tent in my shorts as I anticipated my next conquest. That’s when the boy got out of his car. He looked both ways down the street—a little lost, I guess—then spotted the bathhouse entrance. Clearly a first-timer, I thought. As he walked closer to me, I began to make out his features: short dark-brown hair, a handsomely boyish face with a nice strong jawline, a fucking adorable nose, and a pair of big, dark, expressive eyes that revealed both his anxiety and his excitement. He was in a pair of khaki shorts and a tight black tank top, so I got a pretty good look at his sweet little jock body, his muscular calves, and his deeply tanned, sinewy arms that showed evidence of some serious time at the gym. He stopped in the middle of the street. He wavered. He almost turned around and went back to his car. But he kept walking toward the entrance—and that’s when I spoke up. “Hey, buddy,” I said, stepping onto the sidewalk, my dick still at attention. That startled him. But as he squinted to look at me in the semi-darkness, his fear turned to relief. I was obviously the kind of guy he was hoping to find here. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of my body, from my face to my torso to the outline of my cock. “Hey there,” he answered in a surprisingly deep voice. “Whatcha doin’?” I looked down at my dick. “Oh, just hanging,” I said with an evil grin, giving my cock a giant twitch. He almost gasped to see it jump like that -- and then he couldn’t stop staring. I stepped back into the shadows and beckoned him to follow me. He obeyed as if in a trance, his whole body shivering as he approached. “What’s your name, buddy?” “Conrad,” he said, but he didn’t look at me. He was still staring at my dick. I made it twitch again, and this time he almost laughed in total fascination. “I’m Sloan,” I said. “How old are you, Conrad?” “I just turned 18 last week,” he replied. “I’m starting at Berkeley this fall. Most people in my class are about a year older—I skipped a grade.” “18 is a good age,” I managed to say, my mind suddenly filled with images of chemming and pozzing this perfect 18-year-old boy. My cock grew harder, and I took a tiny step closer to him. “By the way, Conrad, it’s OK to look at my dick. Really. This cock likes attention. In fact, you can even touch it if you want.” He gave me a funny look, as if he hadn’t heard me correctly. I smiled back, gripping my dick in my hand, then released it by slapping it against my thigh. Another gasp from Conrad. After a moment of hesitation, he reached down to touch the outline of my dick, his hands visibly shaking as he grabbed a handful of mesh and cock. After a moment or two of running his hand along the length of my poz shaft, he looked up at me with a dazed kind of desire. “No, no, Conrad,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s not what I meant.” I took his hand in one of my hands. With my other hand, I pulled the elastic of my shorts away from my waistline. Then I slowly guided him down my treasure trail until he could feel the touch and girth and weight of my cock. It was throbbing with heat, its surface slightly sticky from the steady stream of precum dripping from my mushroom head—as if my poz dick were drooling at the thought of devouring this beautiful, trusting boy. He grabbed onto the dick that would break him in half and poz him deep—and his eyes fluttered in total bliss. I laughed and said: “You like that dick, huh?” He nodded eagerly. I placed my hand on the small of his back and drew him closer to me. He smelled like all good 18-year-old boys should: a combination of cheap cologne, sweat, and chewing gum. I imagined what his crotch might smell like, all musky with dried cum and piss and hormones. As our faces hovered just a few inches apart, I reached my hand down the back of his shorts to feel a perfectly round jockbutt. He trembled again. I whispered in his ear: “Are you looking for a big bro tonight?” He nodded, and I drew him closer, letting him feel the heat radiating off my body. He sighed in contentment as he nuzzled my furry chest. Then I whispered in his ear again: “Do you want your big bro to fuck you, Conrad?” “Yes, please,” he said, lifting up his head to look me directly in the eyes. I smiled and mussed his hair. “Oh, poor lil’ bro,” I said. “Didn’t anybody ever fuck you before?” He nodded and shrugged. “Yeah,” he said. “Two different guys. But they were my age, and didn’t really know what they were doing. I was kinda hoping that I’d find somebody here at the bathhouse who could—um—” “Break you in?” He buried his face in my chest again, mumbling “yes,” and I ran my hands gently up and down his spine, feeling the strength of his back muscles, imagining what he would look like on all fours, back arched, ass in the air, begging for loads. My hands returned to massaging his beefy little jockbutt, and he let out a deep, shaky moan. “I would be so honored to break you in, little bro. I want to show you how a man should fuck a boy, and how a boy should surrender his hole to a man. Would you like that?” “Yes,” he said again. His arms wrapped a little tighter around my torso, and I gently pushed my cock against his body. My throbbing poz shaft thrummed next to the firm muscles of his stomach. He exhaled a long, slow breath, as if melting into me. And at that moment, I smiled to myself and thought: This boy is fucking mine. I pointed down the street. “I live about two blocks that way,” I said. “Wanna come back to my place, maybe smoke some pot, fool around a little? We can go to the bathhouse later, if you decide you’re ready for it.” “Sure,” he said, giving me the cutest fucking grin. And right at that moment, seeing his innocence and sweetness and eagerness to please, my dick twitched even harder than before, and the head of my cock released a small geyser of toxic precum. With any luck, I thought to myself, I’ll get to see that same giant grin on his face in just a few hours—right about the time he’s spreading his slammed-up jockboy hole to get pounded and knocked up by poz cock. I pointed him in the direction of my house. He walked about a half-step ahead of me, his sweet bubble butt bouncing beneath those gym shorts as my cock followed just a few inches behind. The poor kid didn’t know it yet, but he was as good as poz. I knew exactly what to do. Everything was prepared for my victim’s arrival. And within the next hour, I planned to be blasting my potent strain deep inside this sweet 18-year-old fagboy’s chemmed-up cumhole. MORE SOON…

1. The unseen man pulled his cock back through the glory hole and I licked my lips, swallowing the rest of his load. I sat back on my heels and looked at the now vacant hole in front of me and for a brief moment wondered how I had come to this moment. Completely naked, my head shaved, cum leaking from my hole and covering my face, my cock dripping precum but completely forgotten, and locked in this booth in the back of this bathhouse. I heard a rustle behind me and saw a fat dark cock slide through the second hole in this booth. My instructions had become second nature at this point and I got up, bent over and slide the cock into my well fucked hole. Once my as was pressed firmly against the wall, the man on the other side began to pound me. I groaned and smiled. At thirty years old I had thought that I knew myself pretty well. Through some experimentation in my twenties I had decided I was vers, not overly kinky, and overall was pretty good about condom usage. So, I how did I end up locked in a glory hole booth in a bathhouse? Good question. Sir, well at the time Mike, had been the one to change all that. As soon as I met him in the bar I knew there was something different going on. He had a power over me that I couldn’t explain, and I just sort of gave in. I hadn’t gone to the bar that night with any sort of expectations. It had been a long day I thought I would pop in, have a drink or two, toss some coin at a drag performer friend of mine, and head home. As I was buying my second drink Sir, as he is now known to me, brushed against me at the bar. I was in awe. At just above six feet tall he loomed over me a little, his broad chest blocking out the rest of the room. His face was strong and square. He had short cropped dark hair, and eyes that somehow just drew me in. He smiled a broad toothy smile, and introduced himself. I practically melted. He offered to buy me a drink and made small talk as he got closer and closer to me. I smiled and felt my cock stir as he brushed against me. Soon, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the mouth. I melted into him, his big hands grabbed at my back and pulled me close. Within twenty minutes of meeting him we were leaving the bar and walking to his place a couple of blocks away. As soon as the door closed something in his demeanor changed. He became more assertive, and I became more aroused. “Strip,” he said. There in his living room with the blinds still open I pulled my shirt off over my head and kicked off my shoes. I stepped out of my jeans and hesitated for a moment before pushing down my briefs. My cock was hard as a rock and stood straight out from my dark brown bush, its full six and a half inches exposed. Sir smiled at me. “Good boy,” he said. I’d never been called boy before. It made something in me flutter and my cock twitch. He unbuttoned his own shirt revealing his strong chest, and a thick pelt of hair. His stomach was hard and flat, not an over tone gym body, the strong body of a man. Then he took of his shoes and undid his belt. Before he took his pants off though he said “On your knees boy.” I practically fell to my knees. With another broad toothy smile he undid his pants and slipped them off. He now stood in front of me in nothing but a straining jockstrap. My mouth watered. “Come over here boy,” he said, and I crawled over so that I was kneeling right in front of him. I could smell his sent, my cock throbbed. “Now you’re gonna get my cock wet and then I’m going to fuck your cute little ass. Understood?” I nodded vigorously. “When I ask you a question like that boy you will answer ‘Yes, Sir’ is that clear?” “Yes, Sir,” I stammered. This wasn’t something I was into I thought, but then why was my stomach doing back flips and my cock leaking like mad. “Good. Now lets try that again. You’re going to get my cock wet and then I’m going to fuck your ass, is that understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Very good.” With that he pulled out his cock and I gasped. I had guessed it would be big from the bulge in front of me but I had still not been prepared. His cock was the thickest I had ever seen. Only about an inch longer than mine it had to be as thick as a soda can the whole way down. His pubes were dense and connected into the thick mat of hair that ran up his stomach. I swallowed hard. “Open your mouth boy.” I did as I was told and he pressed the broad flat mushroom head into my mouth slowly. I’ve always loved sucking cock and instinct took over. I swallowed as much as I could, slathering all over his cock. He groaned appreciably and his hands came to rest on the back of my head, pulling me closer. Somehow I knew that I had to get his cock as wet as I could, his sudden shift in demeanor told me that he wasn’t going to be providing any lube when he fucked me. I choked myself, getting spit all down the shaft of his cock and all over the head. My face was slick with spit, and it dripped down my chin. Occasionally he would force the whole length of his dick into my mouth so that his head hit the back of my throat. He was forceful, but always careful with me at the same time. I felt safe with him. I felt like even if he used me rough I would be ok. After what felt like a blissful eternity he pulled out of my mouth and head me by the shoulders. I looked up into his face, and saw that same toothy grin. “You ready to get fucked now boy?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good, now get your ass on the bed.” He shoved me towards an open door to the right, and I darted onto the bed. Without being told I got up on all fours presenting my ass towards the door. I heard Sir chuckle as he walked in behind me, “Good boy.” I felt his hands on my ass and braised myself for his cock to start pressing on my hole dry but instead I felt his tongue lap at my hole. It darted about, flicking over my ass, slowly working inside me. I groaned, as I felt my hole opening steadily. I was no stranger to getting fucked and it didn’t take too much to get me ready, but Sir was taking his time. He savored my ass, getting it slick with his spit. Once Sir was satisfied that I was properly wet, he straightened up and started to rub his cock on my hole. I leant forward, and put my face into the mattress. After dropping a big glob of spit onto my hole he started to push in. His head was so wide and blunt that my hole resisted for a long moment before finally giving way. I gasped as the first inch of his cock slid into me. He held his cock there for a minute, dropped another glob of spit onto his shaft and pushed in again. Little by little he opened me to his massive girth, and I just became a whimpering puddle. He fucked me slowly at first, adding more spit and building up speed till there was a steady wet slap filling the room. I groaned with every stroke. It felt so good. I could feel my hole loosening around him. I began to slam my hips back against him drawing his cock into me deeper. After ten minutes or so he pulled out of my hole, and in one motion knocked me over so that I was now on my back with my legs in the air. He repositioned himself and sank back into my hole. I groaned and tossed my head back. He was hammering me relentlessly and I felt my entire body giving way. My muscles all went slack and I was just putty in his hands. “I’m gonna breed this cunt, boy,” he said, sweat shinning on his body. “Please, Sir! Breed my hole!” “Good boy. Take Sir’s load.” He slammed deep inside me, stretching my hole as wide as it would go, as he spasmed deep inside me. He shook a little as he came, and the big toothy grin came back. He stayed inside me, his cock not getting any softer, but finally he was still. “Here’s the deal boy, you have a choice now.” He flexed his cock in me, “You can tell me you’re done for the night, and leave now; but know that if you do that you will never see me again,” another flex of his cock, “or, you can stay here. Just know that saying means your committing to taking my cock all night whenever I want your hole,” another flex, “So which will it be.” I didn’t even have to think, “Please, Sir, fuck me again!” “Good boy, you may just turn out to be a fun new pig.”

I’m a complete cumdump slut. I live for having men cum in my holes, or on my body. I’m a very outdoorsy and active guy, and wear little clothing when it’s warm outside (which is all the time in the region I reside). What I do wear is usually skimpy, so men know I’m easy and available. When I’m at work, I get away with tight pants and button up shirts, with a jockstrap (or commando). I used to live in a small town, which made finding cock difficult (except at the local bookstore), so I’d often travel to larger cities to live out my fantasies. Hardly a day went by when I didn’t have at least two cocks shoot their cum deep in me at the adult bookstore. Weekends I was busy, taking anonymous cocks at bookstores, bathhouses, parks, or just hooking up via grindr in bigger cities. What as missing from my life were friends who knew all of me and accepted me. My co-workers did at times stimulate my intellectual curiosities, but I found them to still be rather conservative and at times just dull. In general, friends were hard to come by in my area. Most just didn’t want to delve into politics, science, and society as much as me. Almost all did not want to be friends with a slut, so I kept secret my cumdump antics, and brushed off judgment of my non-work attire by saying I felt restricted by clothing. They bought it, so I kept running with it. When it came to dating….well, it didn’t happen. I hadn’t had a date at all since living in a small town! Why would you date a slut if you weren’t willing to befriend one? Things changed when I was finally able to move to a bigger city and very quickly found those who accepted me as a cumdump. This is the story of how I met my best mates, and even fell in love. PART 1 – A cumdump finds friends surprisingly easily and plans the seduction of his crush… From left to right they are Chad, Stanley, Ryan, Toby, and Steven. I met them at my first ever venture into the gayborhood after moving to the area less than 3 days ago. The bar had a superhero theme night, and I like wearing costumes. I was waiting in line for the bathroom, and the group of them was in line behind me. They were mulling over one of their phones, laughing occasionally. The line progressed, and I stepped forward. One of them - I soon came to know as Chad - saw the opening space and pushed the one dressed as Robin (Toby), who stumbled into me from behind. We didn't fall, but his hands did end up on my shoulder and on my ass. The only barrier between us was my skintight Spiderman costume, as I only wore a jockstrap underneath. Usually, I’d wear less, but I also didn’t have many options since most of my boxes were still unpacked at my new place. "I'm sorry! Are you ok?" he asked. Did he just squeeze my butt? I stepped away from him straightening myself out. "I'm fine. No worries." I replied. "Watch where you're going, Toby!" We turned to see his friends laughing at their friend’s mishap. After some quips between Toby and his friends, he asked formally introduced himself to me. I put my hand out to shake his, "I'm Slade!" Toby introduced himself, then introduced me to the rest of his friends. As we chatted, and discovered common interests, I found myself drawn to Ryan (wolverine). He was so sexy! We all chatted and had a good time until it was my turn in the cue to use the bathroom. I stepped into the available stall, pissed, and walked out to wash my hands. I saw Ryan and Stanley still waiting, and waived at them after I dried my hands. Stanley called me over and invited me to join them the rest of the night. I agreed, thankful I made new friends so quickly. I spent a few more hours chatting with the group afterwards. The loud music made it hard to talk, so we ended up on a patio bar above the venue. Ryan and I connected instantly. He was more than wicked hot, as at one point he seemed to get semi-hard in his yellow tights…holy shit was he huge! Not yet fully hard, he was at least 11 inches! He noticed my gaze on his crotch, but we laughed the awkward situation and kept things g-rated. We discovered we were both actually nerds in our own way, and we spent several hours laughing, exploring new topics, and all together forgetting we were in a group. I really liked Ryan, but assumed he wouldn’t like the real me…the insatiable cumdump slut. Ryan was intelligent, wise, and overall a nice guy. He’d never want me. I resigned myself to having a good friendship with Ryan. Around 2 AM I started to feel tired and excused myself. We all said our goodbyes, and exchanged numbers saying we would meet up again tomorrow night. I started walking away to close my tab at the bar, which was situated just behind where we were sitting. While I was waiting for my turn, I heard Stanley say, “Ryan, he’s cute…and you two couldn’t stop talking with one another…you should ask him out!” Oh shit! They didn’t realize I was still within earshot. This is awkward… “He is cute, but I doubt he’s my type sexually. Ya’ll know what I like. Well, what WE like,” replied Ryan. Toby laughed and loudly announced, “Yea, a cum-filled slut!” They all shushed their loud friend, as I processed the information that they all like cumdump sluts. My face turned red, and my cock started to harden. “He checks all the boxes, but I doubt he checks that one. He’d be a nice new friend though…better than some” replied Ryan. I’m assuming he smirked and glared at Toby. I got lost in thought, momentarily present to hear the group had moved on to meaningless conversation while I finished paying my tab. I got an Uber home and stripped down to my jockstrap, and collapsed on my bed. I lay there digesting what I just heard. Ryan. Loves. Cumdumps. My heart fluttered. I concocted a plan for the following day to make Ryan recognize me as a cumdump, hopefully opening up an opportunity to explore more than just friendship. I drifted off to sleep with a smirk on my face. Waking up the next morning I was hard as a rock, but I decided to do nothing about it. I wanted to cum as Ryan deep-dicked my hole, sloppy from prior use. Instead I researched my new friends…some call it ‘lightly stalking’, but I call it prudent research in this day/age. I discovered them all on grindr, and learned they were all tops. Funny, I thought Steven and Toby were a couple, as were Stanley and Chad. Their profiles were mostly nondescript, but I did notice that all of them left the safe sex section blank. There wasn’t enough to confirm Toby’s announcement that they love cumdumps…so moving forward meant risking a new friendship. I contemplated this as I busied myself with other tasks. I spent the rest of the day unpacking and cleaning. By 5 PM I was mostly done and had made up my mind to take the risk and assume my new friends do love cumdumps. I had read about a nearby forested park men cruised at, so I decided I wanted to go for a run to explore the city more, and to spend some time at that park. I cleaned out my hole and got dressed in ankle socks, sneakers, a black jockstrap, and short, white running shorts split all the way up the side. My athletic bubble butt was spilling out the bottom of the shorts with my straps clearly visible. I decided to not wear a shirt that would cover my toned athletic body. It would just get damp with sweat and be uncomfortable. Stepping outside I hit the pavement, listening to the sounds of the city as I flew by. After 30 minutes, I ended up at the hidden parking lot entrance of a forested park. If I didn’t know to look for it, I would have missed it. There were a few cars around, and feeling curious, I walked towards a large wooden post with a map of the park and was staring at that when from beside me I heard. "You're a fag slut, aren't ya? I can tell from how you're dressed." I whipped my head towards the voice and saw a handsome, athletic man in his early 30s dressed in hiking boots, shorts, and a t-shirt. The man wasn't wrong. I am a fag slut, yet I stuttered from surprise, trying to find something to say as he walked towards me and pointed out a location out on the map. "I'll be there in 2 hours and I want you to be bred by at least a few guys who cruise that area first." He then turned me to a trail next to the sign and pushed me in that direction. I couldn't resist. I complied and walked through the woods, taking turns I remembered from the map. This was perfect, I had planned on meeting the guys – specifically Ryan - tonight with several loads in my hole, so all was going as planned. I knew I was in the right place when I came upon a hot older gentleman playing with his dick through his cargo shorts. My approach caught his attention - first panic, then lust. I licked my lips and he motioned me over. I immediately dropped to my knees and undid his shorts. He was going commando, because out sprung a 9" thick dick. I'm in Heaven. I launched onto his dick and swallow it halfway down my throat. I gagged. Damnit, I’m better than that! I close my eyes and focus for a second, relaxing my throat, and feel his dick slide deeper into me until my lips are at the base of his cock and my nose is in his pubes. "Holy Shit! You are a fucking dream! Fucking hot faggot slut!" he yells. He then grabs my head and starts plowing me as hard as he can. After a few minutes of that, he pulls out of me and I gasp for air as spit drips from my mouth and onto my chest. He tells me to take off my shorts and bend over a tree. I comply, holding my shorts in my hand. He spits a few times on my hole, and then slips his tongue in me as I moan. After a while, I groan, "Fuck me." The stranger stands up and I feel his cockhead at my hole. He applies pressure and enters me. He stops after 2 of his glorious 9 inches are in me, I presume to let me adjust. I smirk as I open my hole and shove back, swallowing his cock to the base with ease. It’s been a few days, but a whore is always ready. We both let out a deep moan. He now senses my hunger and proceeds to fuck me hard. Our sweaty skin slapping with each thrust must have been heard throughout most of the cruising area. I didn't care. I was in heaven. All too soon I felt his cock pulse and his thick hot cum coat my insides. He slowly pulled out of me, and I clenched my hole around his cock so as not to let any cum escape. He slapped my ass and said thank you. I was about to stand up, when I felt another cockhead at the entrance to my hole. I didn’t resist and in one thrust a thick 8 inch dick was buried in my cum-sloppy hole. I moaned as he started to fuck me. I was feeling bliss that sent shivers across my entire body. The second guy also did not last long, no more than a few moments passed before he dropped his man scuzz deep in my hole. When he stepped away, I quickly glanced and saw another handful of men behind me. Smirking, I turned around and pushed my ass out inviting the next man. After the third and fourth guy, I blissed out and lost count of how many men took turns on my ass. Not all had large dicks, but I didn’t care. I was a cum receptacle. I was brought out of my high when the man I met at the park entrance grabbed my head and brought me in to a kiss. He tasted of alcohol and weed, and had clearly returned from a workout. He smelled of sweat. He broke the kiss to ask “how many loads?” “I… don’t… know…“ I mumbled between moans as my hole was being ravaged by another man. He repeated his question to the crowd of men, and the first guy who fucked me was still there and said, “slut took 15 loads so far.” Oh shit! I am definitely primed for Ryan, but I still wanted more. Park entrance guy said, “Excellent! I love cum sloppy holes. Let me in him.” The guy currently fucking my sloppy hole stepped away as park entrance guy pulled out a massive 11 inch dick and plowed into me. I yelled from the sudden pain/pleasure I felt. My yell quickly turned into loud moans as he started to fuck me by pulling his dick out slowly then slamming it back in. After a few minutes of this, he started to pound me hard, and cum was pouring out my hole and down my legs, soaking the pouch of my jockstrap. Men were encouraging him to fuck me harder. Some even came on my legs and back as he thrust deep in me and planted his seed deep in my hole. He stepped away, and someone else was about to take his place, when I stopped them. I needed to get home and prepare for tonight. With my hole barely closing, leaking copious amounts of cum, I slipped on my shorts and raced home, realizing that if I stopped everyone would still smell and see the cum they plastered my back and legs with, and the cum trailing down my legs from my hole. Luckily I made it home quickly and without much incident. I bumped into a handsome older gentleman who was probably left wondering what he was covered in. I tore off my clothing, throwing it in my hamper, and plugged my hole with a large plug and showered. It was a bit after 9:30 PM when I got a group text from the guys. They were planning where to meet to go out. I was ready for this and suggested we go out to a specific bar I had learned about through some research. It was known for having men cruise in one of the bathrooms, which apparently had gloryholes in the stalls. The rest of the guys were indifferent and said OK. I texted Steven and Toby separately asking them for their help in getting ready since they lived together nearby. They said OK and told me they’d be over by 10 PM. When they arrived, I was in nothing more than a jockstrap, still plugged. I saw both their eyes bug out and when I turned after inviting them in, I saw them grinning at one another in the mirror facing my door. I really hope this works! “Thanks guys, I’m just bad at knowing exactly what to wear. Do you want a drink?” They shook their heads no. “Well then, why don’t you follow me to my bedroom?” As they followed me Steven commented on how my apartment looked nice. When we arrived to my bedroom, I stopped right where I had uncharacteristically left a towel on the floor. “I’m so sorry for the mess!” I bent down to pick it up, exposing the plug in my hole. “Holy shit! Are you plugged?” asked Toby. I laughed gently, throwing the towel into the hamper. “Yes, I am. It helps keep the loads in after I’ve been fucked.” This was a risk. I knew they liked cum sluts, but I could lose friends so quickly if they found this too much to handle. I swallowed slowly waiting for a response. They stared at me, then glanced at one another. I couldn’t read their expressions. “How… many loads?” asked Steven. I hesitated for a second. My heart jumped. This was it. “Sixteen” Another moment of silence ensued. Oh shit, my gamble failed! “Guys, I’m sorry-” I was cutoff as Steven rushed at me and kissed me deeply. Toby got behind me and joined our kiss. I reached down to both their cocks, feeling them through their shorts. Wow they were both already hard, and big! Their hands explored my nipples, ass, and cock. I broke the kiss to say, “I’m so happy I learned you all like cum sluts!” “Wait! Explain, what do you mean ‘learned’?” asked Toby. We stopped fooling around for a second and sat on the bed. I told them I was a cumdump, and about overhearing their conversation the prior night. Toby seemed emberassed, but I said I didn’t mind at all since I clearly am a cumdump slut. I told them how connected I felt with Ryan, and assumed he wouldn’t want me until I heard what Toby said about cumsluts. Toby started to get excited and gushed about how this is perfect, and Ryan deserved someone like me. Ryan apparently had been chatting all day with Toby about how much he liked me, and was debating to still ask me out. Toby also explained that he and Steven are a couple, and both tops, but they have a solution they both love, fucking cumdumps regularly. That’s how they met at a bathhouse, constantly competing to get into the same holes. They also met Ryan at the bathhouse, who introduced them to Chad and Stanley – also a top-top couple. Ryan was interested in a more conventional bottom-top arrangement. While the rest of them found love in each other, he always held out for someone who checked his damn boxes. Steven started to mimic Toby’s excitement when I asked them if they thought Stanley and Chad would want to fuck me. They said they know they would, as they also love cumdumps. “I have a plan...but first, I want you to fuck me hard.” Steven wasted no time throwing me back onto the bed, removing his clothing and slipping his cock into my open mouth. Toby, now naked as well, lifted my legs, and yanked the plug out of my hole. Cum rushed out of my hole before I could slam it shut, which he gathered with his hands, and lubed his long 10 inch pole with it. He slammed his cock in me, eliciting a yell that evolved into a groan. They fucked me at both ends for at least 10 minutes until both blew their loads. I slammed my hole shut to hold one in, while swallowing the entirety of the other. I knew I would gape soon, releasing all the cum in me, so I slammed the plug in my hole again. Toby spoke first, “What’s the plan, slutty Slade?” I grinned when he gave me a nickname. “OK, so I picked the bar for tonight because I heard the one bathroom in the basement is heavily used for cruising.” Steven nodded in confirmation. “My plan is to flirt heavily with Ryan and make him want me more, but after a drink I’m going to go to the bathroom, and I am going to take any cock willing to fuck my hole through the gloryholes. I want you all to keep Ryan busy, and don’t let him in the gloryhole bathroom. After an hour of me being gone, send the first of you to come ‘check’ on me, by which I mean fuck me and breed me. Each one returns and tells Michael how you couldn’t find me, but thought you saw someone that looked like me flirting with some guy on the patio, or somewhere else. I want to make him jealous, even angry. But make sure you keep him away from the bathroom.” “Why would you want that?” asked Steven. I smiled and replied, “He will fuck me harder if he’s all revved up from jealousy and anger.” The guys grinned at one another. I continued, “After all of you have fucked me, hang out until Ryan reaches a boiling point, then tell him there is a cumdump in the gloryhole bathroom he should go fuck to let off some steam.” “OK, that’s hot, but how will he know it’s you through a gloryhole?” asked Toby. “He won’t know it’s me. While he’s fucking me, I want one of you to come in to the bathroom and tell Ryan that everyone’s ready to leave for another bar soon, but no one could find me, so you sent me a text in the group chat. Encourage him to breed the cumdump slut on the other side of the gloryhole until he shoots his load. As soon as he’s done, I’m going to plug my hole. I’ll text that I’ll meet you out front, then clean up and join you.” I told Steven and Toby. Steven spoke first, “I don’t get it.” I continue, “Well, when we are walking to the next bar, I want you all to talk about the slut at the gloryhole you all fucked. Be explicit. Then ask me if I got a chance to fuck the cumdump. I’m going to reply… ‘I was the cumdump.’” Toby put his hand on my lower back and just mouthed the word ‘wow’. “Too much?” I asked. Toby replied, “No, it’s hot. I’m curious to see what happens then.” “Me too” I replied. “For now, I should get dressed.” Turning to Steven I asked him to call Stanley and Chad to see if they’re down to join in my endeavor. He left the room with a smile on his face, dialing Stanley. I opened my closet and asked Toby, “What do you think Ryan would want to see me wearing?”

Completely agree! I’m married to a woman so the ability to go somewhere that men can be men with no judgement keeps me sane.

Same here, my Master was the first man who fucked me and turned out my real sexuality as a gay bottom.

The dark rooms are the best

Awesomely hot as usually

61 here and love breeding and seeding ass!

Tell us where you got it?

I told this in another post but weirdest thing I have had to do was with married straight man. He fucked me missionary style on the bed and had me hold an 8x10 picture of someone he knew over my face while he fucked me so he could pretend he was fucking that guy. LOL

same shit, different century. "communism" = "socialism" = "progressivism." it didn't work in the 20th century & it's never going to work in the 21st century, no matter what you call it. the tide has turned, & the whole globe is headed back to a more conservative way of looking at things & dealing with things. the "democrats" have overplayed their hand, as they always, invariably do. they become more irrelevant week by week, with their rioting & their looting & their killing & their anarchy.

as he pulled into the driveway jake saw his boyfriends truck, and his heart crashed through his chest. until now everything was manageable, something he could explain and something that could be forgiven and absolved. but the past few days had been such a massive change. "im poz now, Lucas would leave me in a heartbeat if he found out.." minutes ticked by as Jake formulated his ruminations into explanations and slowly exited the vehicle toward the apartment. How do you even begin to describe Seth? he was...almost unholy. Seth lived to fuck. he had honed his body into a virulent poz beast, something no reasonable gay man could ever deny. everything from his plump lips to his thick as and silky smooth hole begged innocent men to cum to their hearts content. Seth was a friend so long as he could manage to make you give up the cum in your balls. There wasnt a minute Jake could even recall that the devious bottom wasnt leaking. his thick cunt lips always seemed to glisten with a load. Seth converted boys based on the time of day. he didnt care about consent. Lucas jumped ravenously into Jakes arms. "We need to fuck" he commanded. "this weeks been miserable and ive missed that great big tool." lucas gripped Jakes eager cock. He had spent the entire weekend blasting poz loads, and now Lucas wanted it too. slowly moving to the bedroom the two boys shed their clothes until Lucas made it to the bed. turning around to face Jake, he slid his boxers off and crawled onto the mattress, presenting his tight latin hole. Jakes general response was to slide on a condom and work it up the hungry bottoms cunt, but something was different. Jake eased his hands around the tight ass and knelt down, tonguing the pretty brown hole. Jake had become far more intimate with a boys pussy in the last few days, and contented himself slurping and chewing the little pucker between his lips. he remembered spraying load after load into seth, how good the boys thick ass felt on his cock as it drained his seed. And mikeys puffy cunt was simply heavenly to cum into, watching his shaft pulse and the boys hole flex against his pumping prick. Jake had to have it again. he needed to feel the hole. "put it in me jake" Lucas commanded. It was a moment of truth. Jake reached into the bowl of condoms on the nightstand as his cock bobbed in front of the boys shimmering hole. As he stared at the condom he paused. it would be so easy. Lucas was his usual self, face down in the pillow and ready to receive. all jake had to do was just not put it on. jake bit the wrapper between his teeth and ripped the packaging open, staring down at the inviting cunt below him. As best he tried, all he could remember was Seths warm soft hole. holes were a hot wet treat for him now, and a condom seemed almost comical as he thumbed the boys moist hole. Seth had trained him to always cum inside, and Jake now found the idea undeniable. Jake pumped a blob of lube into his hand and began moistening his bare cock. "are you ready? Lucas prodded, eager to get the boys covered cock into his hole. "yeah" jake panted hungrily as he gently set the condom behind him. "im all ready baby" Jake rested his cockhead on the boys smooth latin hole. "take me inside" he commanded. Obediently the boy flexed his hips and began driving obliviously against the bare cock, taking jakes head inside. "oh god jake it feels so good" lucas groaned, mindlessly inviting the boys thick shaft into his hole. "yeah" jake panted as he watched his boyfriend gobble his newly cristened poz tool. "keep going baby, all the way in. I want you to cum on my prick" he hissed. Lucas was only too eager to oblige as he pounded his cunt on the boys tool. Jake watched himself piston in and out of the tight hot boy, blissfully unaware of the poz precum oozing into his body. Jake reached down to stroke the boys prick as it flopped against his stomach in rhythm to the deep thrusts from his hips. Just a little more and Jake would unload inside the boy. "Jake youre gonna make me cum!" Lucas pleaded as the boy continued to slam his bare cock into the dripping hole. "thats the way baby cum on the nice big dick" in a flash, Lucas reached back to feel the boys full balls and the secret was revealed. Jake felt better than ever because he was barebacking him. "Jake jesus christ no! nnnnghhh put a condom on!!" Lucas squirmed about on the bed as Jake held his hips in one hand, and the boys drooling cock in the other. "baby were so close, dont fight." Jake pounded his thick fuckmeat harder into the moaning boy, diminishing his resolve as the big dick tantalized and pleasured the boy. "jaaaake please. Stop. we need a condom." Lucas moaned, "no baby we need to cum, just relax and cum with me youll see. Ill make it feel so good baby i promise" Jake stroked lucas faster as he felt his balls tighten. "Jake please, im gonna cum!" Lucas groaned as the first jet oozed from the boys throbbing cockhead. "ah yeah thats right baby milk the big cock with your hole" Jake pushed into the boy once more as his balls pumped his sticky poz seed into the pulsing little hole. The boys laid together panting, lucas still full of Jakes leaking cock. Suddenly Lucas rolled over. "i cant believe you did that" he spat, storming out of the room as jake smiled happily, watching a few slick lines of his cum oozing down the boys leg as he left. Seth was right, Jake craved nothing more than a raw pussy now.

Actually boys Aside from the traditional douching ways There are at least three other ways that can get you clean out. 1) high soluble diet 24 to 48 hrs before (yeah right like anyone of you know what I am yakking about or plans for sex.. ) 2) HIGHLY recommended... Get some Glycerin Suppositories. (u may oray not had it as a kid, I sure did back in the 80s they look like tiny bullets you get them over the counter.. U store them in the fridge when it's hot as fuck in the summer. Hr before fucking or getting fuck you shuff one up your ass and no matter what you you hold it in it for 45min until u can't stand it anymore then you empty your bowel.. Do a quick rinse u are done... (OH! Don't go for the fancy one get the cheapest one it's like $3.95 for 12 pills...) 3) I do that to boys who say no limits and or plan to spend the nigh or as a degrading thing or plan for a whole weekend scene.. crave humilating when they suspect it or when I am. Breaking in a boy to slave or whatever of course. Citro Mag. the shit that you drink. Before your colonoscopy. Make sure its cold from the fridge mthe boy is chain or restrained to a bucket or put in porta toilet seat or if You have extra toilet sure. Gaga o not gag funnel. Feed 2 litres of water. For the next 6 hrs he will poop everything out.. U don't have what to worry a damn thing fluid diet. (yes I can be perverted and very sadistic. Personally I prefer the second one. Fast and easy for my boys.

Just wanted to take a sec and say that, yes, that is all extremely accurate.

Last night I got up some dirty, cruisy public toilet near my place. It's big and always a few guy there. Got naked and Took 5 loads and drank 5 loads of piss. Walking home I spotted some random guy at the park jerking off so I stripped off an took his load too.

Check-in It's been about six weeks now. I feel like I didn't set myself up as well as I could have; I had a both a story arc, and I was writing two sections ahead of what I had posted. That meant any plot suggestions wouldn't have shown up for weeks, which is an eternity for what I was trying to accomplish. So, two changes for the next six to eight weeks: First, I'm going to take a short break; I started another chapter in Jay's story ("On the Job Training") and want to finish that. Second, I will come back to this story. But it's going to be writing "live:" I'm going to wait for feedback before I even start to move forward. I will say that the first one will include one commenter's suggestion. Any other thoughts? Ideas? Direction?

It’s working for me man. Usually I’m blindfolded but since this started I ask that we both wear masks and it’s crazy hot to watch a random masked guy lift my legs. Now just seeing guys on the street masked makes my hole twitch.

12. Afternoon Cocksucker James looked at his watch again. It was two in the afternoon. It was Sunday afternoon, even. He had spent nearly eighteen hours at Tim's place, and he had gotten fucked for almost all of it. His body was sore, especially his hips and knees; he had spent too long on his knees or spreading his legs. The Uber driver was speaking rapidly into a mobile phone pinned to the dashboard, but it was a language James couldn't even recognize, much less understand. He was glad he didn't have to explain what he had been doing. He reached into his pocket, and felt the small wad of cash. Four guys had paid to fuck him. He had gotten sixty dollars out of it, and Tim had even paid for the Uber for him to go back home. But the money wasn't important. It was that he had gotten to spend all eighteen hours with Tim. He loved how the two of them had started to grow so connected, fueled by the drugs and bareback sex. "Here you are," the driver said, pulling into an empty spot right by James's apartment building. "Thanks," James said, and hauled himself out of the small car. His joints hadn't gotten any less sore, and he was surprised at what an effort walking was. He marched himself across the courtyard and up the far set of stairs. On his door was a post it. "See Me. Apt M." He wondered when the superintendent had put that up. It didn't matter. He would go no matter what. He went back down the stairs, across to the other wing, and the familiar ground floor apartment. "Come on in," the post-it read. Even before James opened the door, he could smell the pot smoke. He pushed open the door, and was greeted with a thick cloud of fragrant marijuana. Even after his adventures of the night, he found he had a craving for that familiar warmth of being stoned. He hoped it would take the edge off of the anxiety he had. The superintendent was sprawled on the couch, a bong on the table in front of him. He was wearing a pair of old sweat pants, and a few well-placed holes made it clear he didn't have on any underwear. James stumbled in, and the superintendent looked him over. "Looks like you had a night," he said. "Doesn't bother me," the man continued, and grabbed the remote. He flicked a button, and the baseball game was replaced by some girl sucking dick. "Come on," he said, spreading his legs, and pointing to his crotch. "Pay your rent, faggot. Get me off." James's mouth was dry from all the drugs. He hadn't even had a chance to pour himself a drink at home. But now he was expected to deep-throat one more cock. "Dry mouth?" the superintendent asked him. James realized he had forgotten the man's name. He was just the super to James; not that James thought about him as he did the super's cock. James nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Good. Open your mouth for me." James opened his mouth. The super laughed. "Such a faggot," he said, and suddenly spit a glob of saliva and snot into James's mouth. "Here's some lube for you." He pushed James's head back down, towards his crotch. James grabbed the waist band of the older man's sweats, and pulled it down. It exposed the super's thick shaft, and he wasn't even hard yet. As soon as his cock sprung free, the superintendent pushed it into James's mouth. "Suck it," he said. "Mmmmmmph," James managed to say, before his mouth was filled with cock once more. "Don't need to speak, faggot," the super said. "Just suck. Get me off." He grabbed the bong, and did a hit. James looked up at him, and he smiled. "You're high aren't you?" James nodded in agreement. Right before he left, Tim had made him do a few last hits. "Want more?" James nodded again. The super held the lighter to the bowl. "Right on," he said, before inhaling. His chest was thick and broad, and he filled his lungs with the fragrant smoke. He held the hit, and with a free hand, held James's head down. "Fuuuck," he finally moaned. "You're getting better at this." James gagged slightly; the super's cock was getting now lengthening, and getting harder at the same time. The bit of spit had not done much for his mouth, and it was hard to suck the man properly. At least he was starting to dribble a bit of pre-cum. The first time, James had hated the super dripping pre-cum. But this time he sought it out. He savored each drop, spreading the taste -- and wetness -- around his mouth. Finally, the man released his grip on James's mouth, and let the boy breathe. "Here," he said, and handed the bong and lighter to James. James grabbed it, and lit it up. He craved the pleasant relaxation that the marijuana promised, the edge it would take off the anxious elation from the crystal. He inhaled deeply, forgetting how much harsher the marijuana was compared to the crystal. He coughed a few times. "Try it again," the super said. "Get you ready to worship my dick." James tried again, this time getting a big hit. It burnt his lungs, but he knew it meant it was working. He leaned and swallowed the man's cock, suddenly able to go all the way to the base. "FUCK YEAH," the superintendent groaned. He grabbed James's head with both hands and held him down. Even as James struggled, needing to breath, suppress the gag reflex, and cough, all at once, he held him in place. "That's it. Choke on it." James felt like he was going to pass out, but finally, the top released him. He gasped, but the super quickly pushed his dickhead back in James's mouth. He nursed the head as he caught his breath, then pushed back down the shaft. It was almost natural to take the entire thing down his throat. This time he could breathe easily, and inhaled deeply of the sweaty, musky pubes. He wanted the man's load, and would do anything to get it. "That's it," the super said, stroking James's thick dark hair. "Get me off." The two of them held that position, the superintendent leaning back and getting his cock sucked by James. The two men lost track of time; it was only when the movie ended that the superintendent stirred. "That's what I like in a cocksucker," he said. "Undivided attention." He took a look at his watch. "But, I gotta get going soon. And I bet you want a load." James nodded. "Please," he said. Before he had even finished speaking, the super slammed his cock back into James's mouth, hitting the back of his throat and then sliding deeper. James tried not to gag, but the superintendent laughed at him. "Gagging feels good," he said, and slapped James on the side of his face. His cheek stung, but he couldn't pull himself off of the dick. He was hungry again, and the only thing that could satisfy him was more cum. "That's right, faggot," the super said. "Worship my cock." He forced himself down the length of the super's cock. It was a long, thick, stiff rod, and he was struggling to take the full length. "Come on," the super said. "Take it all." James finally managed to take it, and his nose was buried in the man's thick pubic hair. "That's it." The super held him in place, and face-fucked him short, rapid stokes. Unfortunately, they set off James's gag reflex. "Fuck yeah. Choke on it." James struggled, but after over a solid day of sex and drugs, he couldn't break the larger man's grip. "CHOKE ON IT," the superintendent moaned. James felt the thick geyser of cum flood his throat and drip down into his stomach. He couldn't breath, and he was starting to cry. "CHOKE. ON. IT." Each word was another volley of cum. James swallowed every drop. He needed it; it was the only thing that would keep him alive. "Choke," the superintendent repeated. He had pulled out, and his dickhead was in James's mouth, now just leaking semen in a steady stream. "On." James swallowed each mouthful, wishing he had the lubrication earlier. "It." One last mouthful, and then the superintendent pulled James off his cock. "Getting a lot better. Practice is helping you. Now. I gotta get ready." It was a dismissal; as soon as he said it, he stopped paying attention to James. James got off his knees, and walked out of his apartment. It had been at least an hour sucking off the super. The sun had started to descend, and James was glad he was home. He had a lot to think about.

3. “Be there in ten,” the text was from an unknown number and I had no idea who it was. While he was messing with my phone the twink had invited someone over. Maybe it was the bear I had given my address too? The uncertainty fed my hunger. A text from different unknown number came in, “Fuck that video of you taking that twinks cock is so hot. You want another load?” So, the twink had not only told guys they could come over he had sent them a video of him fucking me. I thought for a minute and then responded yes to this unknown person. I started going through Scruff and Grindr to see who the twink had talked to. It seemed he had given my number to almost a dozen guys and sent the video of his raw cock in my hole to several others. I felt used and expose, I loved it. Steadily guys responded. Some were apparently grossed out by the idea of using a cum filled whore, others were turned on by it. Guys unlocked their pics for me, but I barely glanced at them. Anyone who said they were interested I sent my number to. The buzzer went off, and I let whoever the twink had invited over in. I considered for a moment putting some shorts on before he got to the door but decided that it was pointless. He’d already seen me taking the last guys cock raw, and knew what he was coming over for. The mystery man knocked on the door and I opened it fully nude. It was not the bear I had been talking to, in fact I had no idea who the guy was. He was in probably his mid-twenties, right around six feet tall, and very thin. He had a cute slightly stubbly face, and floppy hair. He growled and pushed his way into the apartment. “My friend Alex told me that there was a horny cum dump here and I should come breed you. Hope it’s alright I came over unannounced.” “Um, yeah, you didn’t text me?” “No,” he laughed a little nervously, “Alex just gave me the address and I live just around the corner. Is that a problem.” “No,” I said, “its just, I think your friend Alex invited some others over too, and… well… someone said they would be here in just a few minutes.” “Fuck yes,” the new guy said, “We can breed you together. I’m sure he won’t mind. Why don’t you start sucking my cock and I’ll let him in when he gets here.” “Fuck, ok! Oh, I need you to take a video while you fuck me.” “Need?” “Well this guy, my… my Sir wants to see all the cocks I take today.” I could feel my cheeks flush as I spoke. “Damn, alright pig.” He winked at me and took his t-shirt off and pulled off his shoes. He dropped his shorts and underwear together and tossed all his clothes to the side. His ass was skinny but super hairy. My cock twitched looking at it. When he turned around my jaw almost hit the floor. I had thought his friend was hung but this boy put him to shame. Thich and already starting to stand out from his dense pubes this twink was packing a fucking tall boy. He leaned back against my door and guided my head towards his cock. I didn’t need much encouragement. I opened my mouth and swallowed his quickly stiffening cock. Just as I found my rhythm, and his balls had started slapping my chin the buzzer went off again. I made to pull off of his dick but he held my head in place with one hand and buzzed the guy in with the other. I kept gagging on his dick even as I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. The guy moved up a little so that he could open the door just as the knock came. Still on my knees with a cock in my mouth, I watched as the guy opened the door and let in the stranger. This was the bear I had been expecting. “Fuck, when you sent the video of you taking that cock I didn’t expect to find you with one still in your mouth pig. You breed him, yet kid?” “Nope just got here myself. The pig told me he was expecting someone else but I decided to stay and enjoy myself.” “Hey, the more the merrier.” They laughed as the twink pushed his cock all the way down my throat. I couldn’t see what the bear was doing but I assumed taking off his clothes. Then suddenly the twink pushed me off his dick, and said “get him hard.” I turned around to see the bear naked in front of me pulling on his semi erect cock. He was stocky with a little bit of a belly and covered in hair, literally the perfect definition of a bear. His chest hair swirled up towards his beard and connected at the base of his neck in a thick tuft that somehow made me weak. I crawled over to him and started sucking on his cock, feeling it swell till it was stretching my jaw. He was impossibly thick. At the same time the twink came up behind me, and pulled me onto all fours. I felt him spit on my hole and then slide into my slick guts. I moaned around the fat cock I was sucking and relaxed into the deep fucking he was giving me. “Oh fuck, this cunt is full of cum,” the twink said as he plowed into me. Each thrust of his cock forced more of the bears fat cock into my mouth making me almost choke each time. Some part of my brain was shocked at what I was doing, but mostly I was thrilled with myself, and that shocked me even more. “I need a turn in that cunt,” said the bear, pulling his dick out of my mouth, “switch with me.” “Where’s your phone pig. I’ll record him fucking you.” “Oh, the pig likes to be recorded does he?” “His Sir say he has to get video of every cock he takes.” They were talking about me like I wasn’t even there… and I liked it. I was nothing but a toy to them. I handed the twink my phone from where it lay on the floor as the bear lined up his fat cock behind me. “Make sure you get his face as I slide in, even with all this cum my cocks going to stretch him out.” The twink nodded that he was filming, and clearly had the camera aimed straight at my face. Then I felt the wide blunt head of the bear’s cock on my hole. He had been right, even with all the raw dick I had taken and the massive amounts of cum inside me his cock still was going to stretch me. There was a long moment of him pressing his cock against my hole before I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, relaxing so that his cock slid inside of me. I felt my eyes bug out, and my mouth hung open as I bloomed open for him. The bear grunted as he pressed the full length of his cock inside me. I was sweating and moaning, but also wiggling my butt against the bears furry hips. He started to fuck me slowly and the twink stepped forward so his cock was right in front of my face again. I swallowed him, tasting cum and ass juice on his dick. He continued to record as he fucked my face and the bear railed my hole. There was nowhere for me to go, and nothing for me to do. I was just a set of holes for them to use. I loved it, I loved my new role as cum dump. I was so thankful to Sir for starting me on this path, and I couldn’t wait to see him later that night to tell him so. The bear clearly wasn’t going to last long. He seemed intent on destroying me quickly and depositing his load. He bashed against my hole, grunting and dripping sweat, till suddenly with a low growl he slammed inside and held his cock in me while he unloaded. He let out a long sigh of relief as his balls drained deep inside of me. I squeezed my hole around his cock, milking the load out of him. “Fuck boy, I hope you enjoy that too day load.” He pulled out and slapped my ass. “Clean my dick off so I can go back to work.” I let the twink’s cock fall from my mouth and spun around to clean the cum from the bear’s dick. It slowly went soft in my mouth as I licked him clean, when he was satisfied he smacked his mostly soft cock on my cheek and got dressed and left. The twink in the meantime has slammed back in my freshly bred hole and started hammering away. He twisted his fingers into my hair and pulled my head back keeping me in place as he ravaged my ass. I was screaming and groaning, begging him to breed my ass. Despite his pace he took a long time to finally build up to a nut. My knees were sore and my neck ached from being pulled back, by the time I heard him grunting and felt a shift in his pace. He finally started to buck wildly in and out of my hole as he groaned “I’m cumming, I’m breeding your cunt.” For a long moment afterwards he held his cock inside of me, his body shaking. The slowly he pulled out. “Here’s your phone pig,” he handed me my phone back. “I added my number and sent myself a text so I can get in touch when I need to dump another load.” Then he left, and I was alone, naked and leaking cum in my living room.

I love having a guy coach me in how to suck his dick. Grabbing my hair and using my head as a fuck toy

How many guys go totally untested for years and partake in risky sex? Recently took a load from a vers guy i have known for years. We never really discussed status but it did come up in conversation. I was shocked and turned on by the fact he had not been tested in about 12 years. He takes loads in saunas and from randoms from apps. I took his load a few more times before lockdown and will seek him out as soon as i can. I decided after that to only get tested at Christmas each year - but spend the 2 weeks prior taking all loads. So even if it comes back neg - i get to spend the next 12 months still doubting it 🙂 but it made me wonder how many guys go totally untested?

I have taken condoms off of tops so many times I can’t count. Here are a few of the occasions. When I was 23 I ran into my ex at a bar, we had always fucked raw when we were together. We got drunk talking about old times and I went back to his apartment. For some reason he wanted to fuck with a rubber. I on my back in his bed; my ass is having off the bed with my legs on his shoulders. He’s fucking be deep with a sheathed cock. I pause him for a second and while making eye contact I reach down rip off the condom and guide him back into my hole. He tucked me harder and deeper until I was rewarded with a huge load. several years ago in Vegas I went to jerk up with a hot German couple. The foreplay was hot and great oral with those European uncut cocks. When it came to fucking they kept insisting on condoms. I let them go a few minutes thinking I could get them to go raw, everything I took off the condom they just replaced it. I finally just stood up, put on my cloths, grabbed my poppers and found a real top. thr next month I am at a bathhouse in San Diego; a hot top joins me in my room, and after a hot rim session he suits up and gots balls deep. He let him fuck doggie style me for a few minutes. After I can’t take the safe fuck any longer i turn around look at him while I remove the condom. I throw it in the floor and just say breed me. He needs no further encouragement. He even sent other tops to my room to breed my ass.

this is a pic of me worshiping a poz guy's pierced cock - I took him deep and it didn't chip my teeth - and he fucked me afterwards with the PA in too - which was awesome

I had a fuck buddy once who invited me to a dinner party with his other friends, all of whom I didn't know). After we had been there a couple of hours and everyone had already had a few drinks, he asked me to get something for him from his bedroom. I went in there looking for it and a few seconds later I hear the door close and one of his guests had walked in and shut the door behind him. He walked over to me and told me that I was supposed to suck his cock and I was like "What?" and he moved up close to me and pushed me down to my knees and started to unbuckle his pants and whipped his cock out. He took my head and pressed it up against his crotch and made me start sucking his cock. He fucked my face and shot his load, zipped up and walked out, without saying a word. Before I could get off my knees another one of his guests walked in and closed the door, and started pulling his cock out as he walked over. I ended up sucking off all ten of his guests one by one and my buddy was the last one to come in the door to fuck my face. He told me he knew what a great cocksucker I was so he wanted all of his friend to have a chance to experience me for themselves. After I swallowed his load, we went back out and we had dinner. It was really awkward (but awesome) to be sitting there with a group of guys whom I had just sucked off. Later that night a few of the guys came back for seconds and I was more than happy to oblige.

So is “cumdrunk” a real thing?

A month later I get a email from the 3 boys asking if I got sick, they said they had a high fever , body aches ,tired all the time ,bad headaches,can’t sleep. I tell them a big lie we are the same but I tell them they should be OK in a few weeks LMAO , Grandpa knocked them up real good. I tell Larry I want to get into the rough trade of the business S&M , Fisting , Larry says you know what you are getting into? I say yes as for a little work you can make a lot of money.After seeing what Grandpa did really turned me on like nothing else. I will be working the first floor for a few months as I will need time to heal and Tommy will be working the second floor escorting. I’m going to get a Prince Albert a piercing of the dick head. Both of my nipples pierced. Guiche a piercing between the ass hole and scrotum. Tongue pierced Right ear as to tell others I’m a bottom. Larry sent me to the piercer he has sent other to who work at the building. After signing the papers saying I was 18 or older to get body piercings I was escorted into the room. He did the Prince Albert first and the pain was a lot less then I thought it would be but when he did my nipples I was seeing stars and almost black out. The Guiche , Tongue and right ear went easy. Tommy is doing great working the second floor as he is finding he is a sex addict and is thinking of being a full time escort after school. I’m back working the first floor and not being to do anything wile I’m healing is ruff walking with a hard on sticking out of the thong I ware when working. Seeing all the sex and the cum shooting is driving me nuts but in a few more weeks I will be back working but now doing some things I have seen but have never done.

Wile I’m sucking on Mr.C dick his boy is cleaning any of Mr.C cum that is dripping out or that is on the rubber sheet and feeding it to me. When he pulls his dick out he says the fun is just beginning for me as his boy puts a shard in my hole and for some reason I go into a foggy haze . When I wake up I’m in the room the nurse that is uses to treat us so we don’t have to go to regular Dr.an have them ask questions. As I see a video playing of me and what happen. My hole feels funny like something is in it , my ass cheeks are on fire , my mouth and jaw hurt. When the nurse who is really a Doctor but was disbarred from the medical world for some unknown reason sits down next to me as says how are you doing. I tell him and says I will have dentist appointment in 2 days as some of my teeth were chipped from the ones who had Prince Albert piercings on their dicks, your hole there is a large butt plug in you as you were dripping cum out and your ass cheeks are a bright red from the men smacking you . He says Larry will be speaking to me later but the video of what happen it being played in the club now and ask if I want to see as I was in that fog after Mr.C fuck me. I ask if I can fast forward and I do , so after Mr.C pulls out I’m given some pills and a slam then 4 men show up as they hand Mr.C envelopes and proceed to fuck me and I suck their dicks. They put me in all different position you can possible be in they even did a Double penetration on me and all the wile this is going on I’m keep asking for more dicks in my hole and begging for their cum , the men who are fucking me as they keep coming one after another as I see they take a magic marker and draw a line on my back after they have given a load, in the end the marks go from the top on my shoulders to the top on my ass crack and total 175. Some of these men are very old and look very sick and some are very hot looking and a lot had a bio hazard tattoo on the video but they all give Mr.C an envelope. The pills they give me are to keep me up but I don’t remember it at the time but on the video I can see the bug eyed look I have on my face asking for more cum ,for another slammed and a booty bump.They are giving me water but the sweat coming off my body was not enough and that is why I lay in bed with this IV in my are. Some even were licking the sweat off me with some burying their face in my ass cheeks sucking and licking the cum out of my hole, some even put a white powder on my ass cheeks and snort it.I see a lot in the back ground slamming before they fuck me. They put this device on me when they have to piss as I hear one say it’s a crime to wast chem. piss. http://shop.oxballs.com/URINAL-ULTIMATE-strap-on-piss-gag-by-OXBALLS-OX-1309.htm When its about over Mr.C comes over and opens that box , it's a syringe and what ever it is he injects it into the base of his dick ( found out later it's caverject )and in a few minutes his dick is rock hard and then just drives into me and this time it goes easy as he looks right into the camera and says this hole is now officially broken and to be used often. Mr.C is fucking me so hard that he is driving me to the wall , the cum from pervious loads is coming out an splashing all over the place as his boy takes his hand to clean it up then gives me to lick his fingers clean. I almost fall off the bed then he drags me back , I’m looking at the tape and he fucking me for close to one hour before he collapse on top of me and just lays there. When he with draws his dick his boy buried his face in my ass and took his tongue to my hole then he shoves a large butt plug in my hole so I don’t leak it all over the place and to let my body absorb all the toxic loads that I have taken. The nurse says that he should remove the plug and that it might hurt , when he does there is some pain but its bearable , he spreads my cheeks to examine the damage to my hole and says that in 10 days I go back to work , he takes a picture and you can see how red the hole is and the lips around are very swollen like it had been just gone through a heavy fisting. When Larry comes in he is smiling and says I did great and the money is in my bank and this envelope is for me from Mr.C. for what I did not know is that he was pimping me out and after he got his money back the rest was for me and there is enough for 2 semesters at school , so he fuck me for free.

So I’m working the first floor serving in chastity and everyone knows it. The waiting is killing me always having a hard on and going through the school metal detectors. At school I’m doing great with my studies and I’m moving out of the dorms as my income is now enough to cover it a place by my self. To get into clubs and other things Larry was able to get me a fake I.D that will pass through any screening witch I really appreciate. At the building seeing what goes on is driving my desire even greater to try Tina , take raw loads and enjoy the cum that will be deposited in my holes and to have it linger in my ass and mouth. To drink that foul tasting GHB that so many crave and the effects it has with giving up all control of your mind , body and how it realizes that inner pig in people. To see the first flash of my blood in the syringe and then the violent cough that many have with the rush of energy. Taking a booty bump and the burning hole and the begging to be fuck again & again and some taking a fist and you are begging for more and going deeper. They had a under 25 party that I worked and you had to be any age but you have to be under 25 to attend. Working that party was a dream as I would have had so much fun if I could be part of this., seeing so many hot twinks fucking and getting fuck and Larry does it for free and even the drugs as he says that will come back as dues paying members after they turn 26. For some it’s there first time getting fuck raw and PNP , with some you can see they have never done anything like this. The only points are given out are light ones and the same goes with the spiked Gator Aid. The moaning of pleasure from the under 25 group is driving me nuts and the occasional scream you hear of maybe being broken in or the boy begging for more dicks after being gang bang. I wonder when it’s my time if I will scream like that from the pain or pleasure of finally getting my hole broken in as I know Larry is working real hard to set something up. Larry tells me he has 2 gentleman who are very good clients who would love to break me in, the price is high and that is very good for me as I know I’m a whore at heart who is doing this for the money I think. Mr. X just wants to fuck me for a few days with no PNP just a straight fuck and suck with going out to a few clubs to show his friends what he has. Mr. X is in his late 40s undetectable with a good looking body with a 8 X 2 dick. Mr. Chocolate Wants to go crazy with Tina, Shards , GHB and other things like a few of his friends over he has broken me in and wants to keep me up for 72 hours partying.Mr. C is POZ with a high VL and a low CD number , he is in his early 30s with a heavy mussel body with a real 12 X 3 dick with a P.A. on the tip and he wants to film it.