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"yesss thats the way max, all the way in" ollie coaxed the heated teen as he grit his teeth in protest. "isnt that nice? see? I told you I know exactly what big cocks need." Oliver began gently working his hips. "you gotta take your time max. thats how you get the most cum out of a big cock like yours." ollies moist cheeks gently slapped against max's thighs as his ass drooled copious seed down the teens balls. "I cant cum in you..." max panted. "sure you can max, see?" ollie lifted his balls aside and leaned back, showcasing the teens throbbing cock inside him. "see how your big dick fits just right? come on. one or two little squirts sure would feel nice wouldnt it?" Ollie flexed his hips and continued expertly miliing the boy. "just enjoy max and when you need to dont fight it, let it cum. our little secret, i promise." Max groaned as the boy expertly continued rising up and down on the boy. "mmmgh, god max that big cocks making me cum." Oliver grunted as his own cock slowly drooled a thick warm trail of seed down his balls and onto the boys taut abs, his hole contracting firmly along Max's length. Doug stroked gently as he watched his magnum opus. Oliver, his perfect specimen, gently riding his sons bare prick with the most futile of protest. once he drained max's bloated balls that would be the party in its entirety. Every man serviced, atleast once, by the insatiably luxurious hole between the slender boys tight cheeks. He wasnt even certain the drugs mattered anymore. This was Olivers final form, built to service an endless world of cock. glancing over at josephs dozing form, he gently milked a dollop of precum from his cockhead and pushed it between the boys slumbering cheeks. "mmgh" joseph grumbled. "thats a boy. relax." Doug dribbled more cock slime onto josephs hole and continued his ministrations. Joseph wasnt very keen on bottoming, but Doug enjoyed waiting until the partied out top finally passed out to fill him full of seed as he had on so many occasions before. Once his ring glistened, doug straddled the fit young pig and began pushing into his warm tight hole. "Oh joey youre so good to my cock baby." Doug sighed as he began gently dragging the length of his cock in and out of the slumbering tattooed otter. Reaching under the boy, he pulled his cock between his legs and began massaging the dripping pierced glans. "There we go joey, lets milk the nice big cock" As the boys cock began to grow, his hole began to contract around dougs formidable girth, gently tugging and massaging, coaxing dougs cock ever closer to releasing its warm thick seed. Doug enjoyed making Joey perform, watching his body betray him and surrender to his hard slimy tool. "ah there it is. time to fill the hole baby" Doug sighed as Josephs asshole suddenly gripped his cock, and his hand filled with the boys copious seed. Pushing forward, Doug began filling the slumbering young mans hole over and over as he pumped his balls dry. What had started as just a quickie between Max and Oliver was now a sweat soaked fight to steal a second load from the drugged teen. "let it cum max, fill me up again. I know you want it" Oliver hissed as he pounded the boys aching member into his greasy greedy cunt. "ones not enough maxie youre still hard. Just let my nice pink pussy suck those big cum filled balls dry. our little secret, remember?" oliver watched as the boy groaned and the familiar throb began again inside his body. "good boy, cum inside." Oliver chanted breathlessly over and over as Max's cock surrendered the last of its seed to the demanding boy. As Oliver collapsed atop a puddle of his own cum and into max's chest, the boys panted together. Max looked down at the weary teen, his slim hips, well defined curves, his incredible hole as it clung to his prick. "I gotta take a piss" Max grumbled as he began to lift the boy in protest. "do it" Oliver clung to max. "i dont..ive never...." max fumbled for the words as he knew exactly wht oliver wanted. "piece of cake." oliver smiled into max's eyes. "just relax. nice and easy. look at me." Max sighed and stared into Olivers eyes. To Max's surprise, as if on queue, he began fill the boy with his own piss. "there you go" Oliver grinned. Oliver really seemed to know exactly what his body...his cock...needed. "see? not hard at all" Oliver carefully lifted himself from the spent teen as a dribble of piss and seed travelled down his inner thigh. "You can cum in me when you need to cum again" Oliver casually remarked as he wandered back to the kitchen for another bump and a snack.

Went to a bookstore out in the Midwest yesterday right after the lunch rush hour. I walked in at the same time as this burly white guy did and we both went to the counter and paid to enter the booth area. He wasn’t bad looking, had a big round belly and scruffy goatee and looked like he had just gotten off work. I went into a booth with a gloryhole and I heard someone go into the booth next to me. I looked inside and it was the same guy. I motioned for him to put his cock through the hole and he did. He was about 7 inches cut and a short bush of pubes. I sucked him for about ten minutes and then I asked him if he wanted to go into a booth together. He said ok. We went into another booth with no gloryhole and he sat on the bench with his shorts down around his ankles. I got on my knees between his legs and sucked him for about 5 minutes or so. He leaned forward and rubbed my ass so I turned around and got on the floor with my ass up and I lean toward the ground. He got behind me and slid his cock into my lubed hole and grabbed my hips and fucked me for several minutes. Finally he sped up and he started to moan and I felt his cock throbbing inside me. After a few pumps he pulled out, wiped his cock clean and walked out of the booth. So I got up pulled my shorts up and went to the bathroom and pushed his load out. I went back into a booth with a bigger gloryhole and backed my ass up to the opening waiting to see if someone would be interested. 15 minutes went by and I finally heard someone go into the booth next to me and lock the door. I bent down and peeped inside and saw another burly white guy. He was a little older maybe early 60’s. He pulled out his cock and it was about 6 inches cut and soft. I motioned for him to stick it through the gloryhole and as I sucked him he grew to about 9 inches and he was very thick. I sucked him for about 10 minutes and he pulled away and asked if he could come over. I said yes and he came to my booth and pulled his shorts down and sat on the bench. He wasn’t wearing underwear and he had on a wedding band. I sucked him up and he would reach down and pull me up and he felt my ass and then stuck a finger in my hole and then he would stick his finger in my mouth. Then he would pull me back down to suck him again. He did this several times and since I noticed he was married I didn’t think he would be into bareback sex. So finally he pulled me up off my knees again and this time he turned me around and grab my hips and guided me down to sit on his cock. He was so thick he filled up every inch of my hole. I was in a siting position on his cock so I braced myself on his knees and bounced up and down and then he would pull me off his cock and back on my knees to suck him and then sit back down on his cock again. So when I was on my knees sucking him I said I want your cum. He said where do you want it? I said in my ass. He said are you clean? I was surprised he asked me now after he had already been fucking me raw. So I said yes I’m clean. He said I’m married and I can’t be bringing anything home to my wife. So I said ok. He had really big strong hands and thick thighs to match his thick cock. He stood up and turned me around and he grabbed his cock and slid into my gaping home in one push. He then grabbed my hips and fucked me fast, you could hear the sloshing sounds of his cock inside me. Finally he fucked me even faster and he gripped my hips tighter and he let out a grunt but not loud. I felt him throbbing inside me and then after a few thrusts he pulled out and a stream of cum was dripping from his cock. I bent over and licked him clean and he grabbed a paper towel and wiped himself and left. The place was empty after that so after about 20 more minutes I went to the bathroom and pushed out his load. It must’ve been a 4-5 day load because when I got home I felt the urge to push again and more cum came out. Over the weekend at the same bookstore I got 7 loads in one visit. 6 white guys of various ages and body types and one latino guy that dumped a huge load in me twice.

Part 10 - Ruthless Appropriation The temptation was there, so close that is was hard to resist, the flashbacks to Jack bending him over the workbench played in his head. Conrad panicked and pushed back quickly slipping out of the way "No, what do you think you are doing?. Jamal sniggered doing his jeans up "Wanted to see how far you go, guess your not in to getting cock up you". "You were going to do that? Conrad asked looking at him quietly amused Jamal's arrogant and seductive look. "No don't be daft" Jamal said sitting down and picking another cutting "or maybe I was". "Come on let's call it a day" Conrad suggested starting to clean the tools up they had been using. "Okay" he replied "what do you do around here in the evenings?" Jamal asked putting his coat on. Conrad shrugged "Not much, there is a pub about 10 minutes walk away" he said casually. Jamal looked at him "Fancy going for a drink later then?" he asked half expecting Conrad to say no. "Sure" Conrad replied "shall I call for you at 7pm?" he suggested seeing Jamal smile and agree. Conrad arrived home and spent an hour catching up with Charlie and having dinner as a family since there were few times remaining. Boxes stood in the hallway already labelled to be shipped off in the morning though most of the furniture was remaining. The talk mostly around the move to Australia and Charlie was undeniably happy that Conrad was going to buy the family home and he would still be able to come home here. After dinner Charlie went out for a date with his girlfriend and Conrad laid in the bath thinking of Harry and how stupid he had been letting him go again. Joshua was due to arrive at lunchtime tomorrow and stay with him up at the manor, his cock stirring thinking of his man from Newcastle, he was willing to accept what ever Joshua wanted to hear his words of adoration, well hopefully he thought getting out of the bath. Dressed and ready he crossed over the road and called on Jamal briefly speaking to Felicity his mother. Jamal appeared looking completely different and way to sexy for words leaving Conrad little speechless. His dark brown hair was neatly brushed showing his smooth finely tune chiselled facial features set with the brown eyes. He stood marginally taller than Conrad, underneath his clothes he sported a fine athletic build and decent cock. He was wearing a thick silver chain around his neck that laid flat against his smooth chest visible through the v-neck t-shirt he wore. Despite the north African undertones in Jamal's looks he now looked every part of the public school boy image. Flinging on his coat he hastily said goodbye to his parents. "What?" Jamal asked noticing Conrad looking at him frequently on their walk to the pub. Conrad grinned turning his head to face the way they were walking "You brushed your hair" he commented. Jamal chuckled "So now the oik fancies me!" he exclaimed producing his mischievous grin. "I am not one of your boarding school lads" Conrad remarked with them both laughing. Conrad smiled happily chatting and thinking about his Joshua coming tomorrow, at last he would get to see and feel him all over. The pub was busy being a Friday evening and they sat chatting over a couple of drinks. Jamal regaling all the stories of boarding school and who was doing who and with what teacher for extra credit. Conrad certainly had his eyes opened wide hearing about the antics, in turn he told Jamal about his so called girlfriends he had and then about college and his exam. Jamal finding it amusing how spoke then dismissed the girlfriends with the wave of his hand like it was a different life away. Conrad was a mystery he thought to himself watching him, there was this element of happy and contentment around him, then there was this strange side he just couldn't get about him. It was when he let slip and spoke about Joshua being that someone special he seemed to float away and come out with some really bizarre words that really had him confused. They left the pub just after 9pm and walked back to Hibiscus Drive where Jamal put his arm around Conrad telling him how much he liked being around and gardening with him, they walked slowly enjoying the coolness of the night air and through the pedestrian entrance to Hibiscus Drive. Jamal stepped off the footpath "Come on" he said to Conrad who looked wondering where he was going. Conrad shook his head "I am not going in the bushes with you" he said smirking. Jamal chuckled "I know your gay I can see right through you" he said "I thought gay guys like bushes". Conrad laughed "Fuck you Jam" he said quietly chuckling. "It's alright" Jamal said getting his joint out "want to try?" he asked looking at Conrad. "No you're alright" Conrad said "not my thing". Jamal edged further into the thick bushes "Come and sit with me then whilst I do". Conrad looked around to make sure no one was watching him before stepping off the pavement and across the small patch of grass and pushed the thick branches of the bushes away stepping forward. He found himself standing in a small clearing hidden from the houses and road, an old tree with low hanging thick branches. Jamal was leaning against one of the branches retrieving a bag with a lighter in it. He sparked the joint up taking a deep hit filling his lungs and sighing in pleasure letting the drug slowly infiltrate him. Conrad sat on the branch watching him getting a waft of the smoke straight up his nostril, it was only a small amount but powerful enough to assault his bodies senses. "How long have you been doing drugs?" Conrad asked looking at him. Jamal looked at him "Weed not drugs, use to smoke joints at school behind the sports pavilion" he confessed. Conrad looked at him "How on earth did you get weed in school?" he asked. Jamal smiled "You will be surprised how easy it is" he replied taking another hit. Conrad nodded and watched him getting more wafting smoke hitting his senses "Want a hit?" Jamal asked. "No" Conrad replied looking at the thick joint pointing at him. Jamal smirked "What about a shotgun kiss?" he asked "I take a hit and breath it in to you?". Conrad contemplated for a moment "Nah I shouldn't Jam" he said sorely tempted mostly to touch his lips "who knows what would happen". "Come on Conrad, I will breath a little in to your mouth, might loosen you up a bit" Jamal said chuckling. Conrad never had time to say no or yes with Jamal sitting close he put his arm around Conrad's neck. Jamal took a small hit then pulled Conrad face towards his locking their lips together he breathed out in to Conrad's mouth slowly holding for a moment then releasing him. Conrad coughed and already he felt a little tingly then a warm fuzzy feeling ran through his body, Jamal watched his response carefully assessing if he would be receptive to another small hit. Deciding not to wait he moved in and locked Conrad's lips to his again and breathed slowly allowing Conrad to inhale then exhale back into Jamal's mouth. Conrad coughed again pushing Jamal away giggling, he felt a little light headed this time but good, weirdly good and strangely turned on. Conrad looked at Jamal and nodded, he took a bigger hit and locked in breathing all the heavy drug laden smoke deep in to Conrad's lungs. His arm keeping Conrad locked against his lips shot gunning back and forth until Conrad coughed and slipped off the branch giggling. Jamal helped him back up and took another deep hit and waited before locking on to Conrad again. The smoke escaping out of Conrad's nostrils waiting for him to cough but he stayed locked on his lips. Jamal slipped his tongue in to Conrad's mouth catching him by surprise having a cheeky kiss before letting him go. Conrad made no movement sitting there with his mouth parted verging on being high, everything felt weird and his hand was holding on to something hard and warm. Jamal had taken his hard cock out placing Conrad's hand on it, he smiled at Conrad and took another deep hit and shot gunned Conrad again keeping the smoke in him for as long as possible. Moving his lips away he pushed Conrad's head down until his mouth sunk down on his cock 'Ahh fuck yes oik' Jamal slurred his words 'I knew you wanted it' he said. He let Conrad suck on his meat for several minutes before pulling him back up giving him another shotgun kiss. Slowly he turned Conrad around pushing him over the low hanging branch pulling his jeans down. Jamal smiled and took a deep hit then dribbled his spit down over Conrad's arse pushing it in to his hole, he leaned forward and gave Conrad another shotgun kiss holding it much longer and getting both of them even higher. Conrad moaned and shuffled feeling his arse expanding rapidly from Jamal's penetration 'Good little oik, be quiet' he said pushing balls deep in to the warmth of Conrad's arse surrounding his entire cock. Jamal moaned softly and placed the joint down on the branch leaning over Conrad pulling his head up by his hair 'You want this don't you my little oik, make you a slave to my cock' he said watching the smile on Conrad's face, he stood upright and roughly grabbed Conrad's hips thrusting his cock deep, hard and fast. Conrad giggled between his moans resulting in Jamal giggling as well. His hips running on full power thrusting hard and deep. Conrad felt completely strange being fucked, the result of the drug in his bloodstream having a serene calming effect washing over the pain of the almost dry cock that penetrated him. The hands holding his hips suddenly dug painfully in to his flesh 'There we go oik empty my nut sack in to you' he said harshly. Conrad could hear the grunting and pleasuring moans above him. Jamal steadied himself gripping hold of Conrad almost cutting in to his flesh and driving his cock deep. Closing his eyes savouring the feeling of his cum racing up his shaft and in to his oik. Holding there until he felt the last drops seeping in to Conrad, his inexperience showed pulling his cock out quickly making Conrad gasp and moan in pain. Jamal giggled running his finger over the stretched hole that was dry, all his cum safely delivered he stepped back relit the joint and shot gunned Conrad again. Conrad stumbled around pulling his jean up and flopping his cock out 'My turn' he said touching Jamal's arse. Jamal giggled 'I need to be properly stoned' he said taking several deep hits and shot gunning Conrad at the same time. Jamal bent over the branch giggling and wriggling his arse, Conrad easily moved the jeans down across his arse. His cock was hard and he never thought twice to the fact he had never actually fucked a guy before. His seven and half inches was shorter but about the same thickness as Jamal's. Positioning his cock at Jamal's hole it was tight and with very little give 'spit on it' Jamal said giggling. Conrad looked down trying to focus and spat on Jamal's arse cheek and chuckled 'Missed' he said giggling then trying again hitting the target this time. It hurt at first but slowly Conrad pushed steadily opening up the tight hole that seemed to wrench tight around his cock every time he nudged it in deeper. Jamal took a hit and giggled again before letting out a little cry in agony. Conrad had pushed harder opening tears in Jamal's anal wall, he stopped knowing he was leaking precum then found the passage got easier managing to get deep inside. Pulling back and smearing his already toxic precum against the tears in the Jamal's arse, pushing in again Jamal moaned moving forward his feet lifting off the ground leaving him suspended over the branch. Conrad gave several thrusts until he found a comfortable rhythm, one hand holding Jamal down by the small of his back the other holding his t-shirt up. His pubes brushing against the fine coating of hair around Jamal's arse, his cock released another shot of toxic precum paving the way for a slicker fuck, Conrad moaned feeling his cock moving with more ease against the tightness of Jamal's arse. His head fluffy and light in a dreamy world of eroticism oblivious that he was about to poz Jamal with a dose of toxic seed. Jamal struggling to cope took a final hit of his joint and moaned from deep in his chest, the result relaxing his arse giving up more control to Conrad. He rolled his head back smiling up the stars feeling the exaggerated pulsing in his cock gripped by Jamal's arse, his balls tingling and the sack contracting slightly up forcing the cum out rapidly and firing it deep fertilising Jamal. His cock only half inside his hips still moving until the orgasm took a final bow, he breathed catching his breath and pushed his cock back in all the way hearing Jamal moan 'Intense' he mumbled between his giggles and moans. Conrad pulled his cock out and did his jeans up "Oh man that was incredible" he said wobbling then sitting on the floor. Jamal planted his feet back on the ground "Come on oik I want inside you again" he said standing up. Dragging Conrad on his feet and pushing him back over the branch "Fuck your oik" Conrad said giggling. Jamal quickly pulled Conrad's jeans down and was inside his arse in a flash, he laid heavily on top of Conrad holding his shoulders and closing his hips up tight against Conrad's arse fucking him fast and deep. Conrad moaned already knowing that Jamal was close to blowing another load by the erratic fast fuck he was getting. Sure enough and within a minute the hips crushed painfully hard against his arse, Conrad moaned feeling the pain from being crushed against the branch, powerless to stop but loving the onslaught of a second load pumping in to his body. Jamal laid on top almost purring like a cat fully satisfied after drinking a bowl of cream, his high slowing evaporating he pulled out of Conrad putting his cock away for the night. Conrad stood and hoisted his jeans back up, the effects of the joint still heavily in his blood stream and giggling. They both sat on the branch and just carried on chatting about nonsense giggling like school girls and acting like nothing had happened between them. By the time Conrad got indoors it was past 11pm and his parents had already gone to bed. Grabbing a bottle of water he went upstairs and undressed mostly calm but still a little happy go lucky he crashed on to the bed falling asleep. He woke in the morning with a headache and took some painkillers from his bedside table and found the bottle of medication that he had forgotten to start taking. Panicking he took one deciding that the morning would be his regime now and set a daily reminder on his phone. Picking up the clothes that he discarded there was an unmistakable odour of weed on them, he sat on the bed. He couldn't remember much only sitting in the pub with Jamal and then walking home, picking up his underwear he noticed little patches of blood where his cock would normally be. He checked but it looked okay but smelt rather differently. Conrad picked up all his clothes that he wore and put them in the wash then went to take a shower, drying himself facing the mirror he noticed some bruises on his hips. Touching them he suddenly remembered the pain from Jamal digging his fingers in roughly to keep hold of him, he then remembered the stars and feeling his orgasm. Oh fuck he said to himself feeling sick with worry knowing that he had fucked Jamal bareback and cum inside him, that was how he got the small smears of blood in his underwear, Jamal's blood. He was struggling to come to terms with last nights events, dread and regret coursing through his body, but wait, Jamal had literally forced him in to trying his joint and kept feeding him smoke. Saturday was turning in to a nightmare and he hadn't even started the day properly yet, what with meeting Joshua and now wondering if he had infected Jamal. He knew his viral load was high since Jack had mentioned it several times and told him to start his medication. He looked out of the bedroom window at Jamal's house, it all looked very quiet and nothing untoward happening. Conrad crept up to the manor busying himself in the greenhouse until lunchtime. Harry stood looking out the skyline of Dubai having returned from a swim before meeting Moham for a business lunch. He was accruing some air miles with all the travel he was doing with Moham and already achieving top tier status of the airlines membership club. And the sex was pretty hot too he chuckled to himself putting on his gold rolex that Moham brought for him in Geneva a few days ago. His two bedroom suite was shared with Adam who came along for a jolly and to sunbathe, although the second bedroom was only used if Harry was sleeping with Moham. Otherwise Adam would slip in to bed with Harry, kissing and cuddling with the occasional blow job but no intimate sex. They wanted to keep their friendship as it was and it suited them both. It was their last day before their late afternoon flight home. Adam came out of the bathroom and kissed Harry briefly "Tired?" he asked looking at him. "A little" Harry replied pulling on his underwear "he leads a very manic life" he said standing up. Adam chuckled "I know and you don't know how much he relies on you Harry" he said. Harry sat on the bed and smiled "I love this job so much" he exclaimed "and the sex is good". Adam laughed buttoning up his shirt "You need to make sure and tell him if you get exhausted". "He won't go mad or anything will he?" Harry asked with a concerned look. "No" Adam said tucking his shirt in "he will send you away on holiday to chill out". "Yeah I might need one soon at this rate" Harry said retrieving his shirt from the wardrobe. Adam looked at him "What about Conrad have you spoken to him?" he asked seeing Harry's face drop. "No, I keep telling you it never goes right when we meet" Harry replied fumbling with his buttons and getting frustrated Adam walked over and helped him "You need to catch him when the time is right Harry" he explained. Harry nodded "You mean not at a funeral" he said seeing Adam's expression change "I'm sorry" he apologised. "It is okay Harry" Adam replied putting a brave smile on "talk to Conrad, if you don't I will" he threatened. Harry put his arms around Adam giving him a big hug and a kiss "Better not keep the boss waiting" Adam said. Conrad sat there trying to think straight waiting for Joshua to arrive on the train. One part of him wanted to confront him the other telling him to keep it quiet and keep the peace with Joshua and Simon, he kept thinking of Jamal and then Harry came in to his head again. Joshua knocked on the window of the car catching Conrad by surprise, he unlocked the door and Joshua climbed in to the passengers seat. "Oh fuck" Conrad said launching himself at Joshua and kissing him madly "sorry, fuck I missed you" he said. Joshua smiled and looked at him "I'm sorry I couldn't be here" he said "I know you missed and need me". The simple words he spoke made a world of difference inside Conrad, finally feeling that he could open up about his sadness and put it bed. Joshua watched as they drove past his house and in to the gates and courtyard of the manor slightly confused until Conrad explained they were staying here until Monday morning as guests of the owner. The afternoon spent in the garden talking and Joshua held Conrad close to him making all the right sounds in the right places and kissing him, telling him everything was okay now. They had a great dinner together courtesy of Beth before Felix and she went out for the evening. Conrad loved having Joshua back home despite being jealous of his tan and body that seemed to have got bigger since there was little else to do other than go to the gym on board ship. In fact even Charlie had bulked up even more making Conrad even more jealous. Conrad took Joshua up the sweeping staircase of the manor "Now it is us" Conrad said. Joshua rubbed his hand over Conrad's arse "Aye pet, you are mine" he said squeezing his arse hard making Conrad flinch in pain a little. "Here we are, ours for the weekend" Conrad said closing the doors. Joshua pulled Conrad close and kissed him moving down across his chin and neck where he proceeded to mark his territory. Conrad moaned trying to hold him closer despite the little agony he felt with Joshua sucking hard and purposefully on his neck. His tongue caressed upwards to Conrad's mouth forcing it open and kissing him with tender force. Stripping the clothes off Conrad with amazing ease he kissed down his body enjoying the smoothness of his chest, his eyes immediately drawn to the bruises around his hips. "What are those?" Joshua asked standing back up running his fingers over them. "Oh" Conrad said looking embarrassed "some guy got a little aggressive when we fucked". Joshua nodded "You fucked around and let him mark my property?" he said in a worrying undertone. Conrad shook his head "Not deliberately" he replied trying to brush it off. "But you let someone else fuck you?" Joshua's tone changed "they sullied your body". Conrad took a step back "It was nothing Josh" he replied getting scared of him. "Who said you could let them touch your body?" Joshua asked "I never gave you permission to fuck around". Conrad looked at him "You don't own me Josh, I thought that was the whole point of this, us." he said. Joshua raised his hand and slapped Conrad hard across his face pushing him on the bed "I own you" he sneered. Conrad sat up and looked at Joshua shocked by his erratic behaviour, fear creeping in knowing his was powerless to stop him. He didn't know that Joshua was playing a very dangerous game with him, getting Conrad sexually dependent on him was pretty much achieved. Now he needed to finish off making him feel powerless, instil fear, new behaviours and attitude that would slowly erode his self-confidence and self-esteem. Eventually Conrad would end up being worthless and own his existence to him. Joshua smiled and ran his hand along Conrad's leg watching him flinch with doubt as to what was happening. "You must never have sex with anyone but me or I will take sex away from you" Joshua said soothingly. He looked Conrad in the eye "Do you understand me?" Joshua asked lifting his leg and kissing it. Lowering the leg he leaned forward and kissed Conrad tenderly "You are mine Conrad". They stared in to each others eyes and Joshua could see the fear "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. Conrad nodded and quietly replied "You know I do Josh" his gaze fixed on the eyes above. "Why would anyone want sex with a slut" Joshua asked stroking his face "are you worth it now?". Joshua smirked at him "How can I have sex with a used slut like you?" he asked raising himself up. Joshua stood playing with his cock "I want to fuck you but you don't deserve it" he said moaning sensually. Conrad felt ashamed "What has changed in you Josh?" he asked "why are you behaving like this?". Joshua stopped rubbing his cock and smiled "I will fuck you but not to please you" he replied. "Josh stop it your scaring me" Conrad said getting up off the bed. Joshua pushed him back down and loomed over him "Are you going to let anyone else fuck you?" he asked. Conrad stared up in to his eyes slowly he shook his head "No, your the only one that counts" he replied in a submissive tone. Joshua smiled "Good boy" he said soothingly "you will learn to appreciate that only I matter". "It makes you cheap and dirty allowing other men to fuck you" Joshua said watching Conrad nod. Joshua stroked his face "I gave you something to make sure you know who owns you" he whispered seductively. Conrad feigned a lack of understanding knowing what he meant "You have given me you, that is all I want" he said feeling sick. Joshua chuckled and ran his tongue along Conrad's chest "If only you knew" he said working up to his neck. He raised his head then slapped Conrad hard across the face again "You will pay for being a slut" he said. Joshua pulled Conrad up off the bed dragging him to the wardrobe "What the fuck" Conrad cried out. He fell against the wardrobe from another slap "I am not sleeping with a slut" Joshua angrily replied. Pushing Conrad in to the wardrobe "You will sleep here tonight then tomorrow we will see" Joshua said. Conrad tried to get out but was forcibly pushed back in pleading firstly then submitted 'I understand Josh I am sorry' he said leaning against the back of the wardrobe accepting his punishment. He closed the door locking it with the key, pleased that he was starting to get through to Conrad and laughing to himself that he probably didn't know what he had given him. Joshua ran a bath and spent an hour soaking listening to some rap music, smiling at Conrad's weakness that made him such an easy picking. Things were moving on quicker than he ever hoped for. Alone in the dark and unable to get comfortable he was pining for Joshua, wanting to please him and show him how much he cared and admit he made a bad decision, his eyes welling up feeling very miserable that he had ruined their night together and upset Joshua, was he worthless he thought, probably so. Maybe Joshua all along knew what was right for him and he probably needed him to be there to show him how lucky he was. He thought of Harry and how very different it would have been being with someone he had fallen in love with. He was woken by the door opening and a dim light visible from the bedroom, Joshua was holding his belt in his hand and roughly dragged Conrad out pushing him on the bed. "Tell me what you are?" Joshua asked holding Conrad down on the bed with his hand. Conrad raised his head "Yours" he said giving in emotionally. "Oh that's right" Joshua said dragging the belt across Conrad's arse "and what else are you?". Conrad laid quietly, whack and Conrad cried out "Please don't it hurts" he pleaded in agony. Joshua smirked "Answer the question then?" he demanded raising his hand holding the belt again. "Worthless" Conrad said though the pain "dirty slut" he finally managed to say. "Good boy" Joshua said approvingly "this is what Conrad wants isn't it to be adored by me?". Conrad nodded "Yes" he said catching his breath "I want to please you, make you happy" he was almost begging to please him. Joshua hauled Conrad up the bed turning him on his back and straddling across him. He hooked the belt strap through in to a noose dangling it over Conrad. Without a sound he knew what he had to do and lifted his head allowing the strap to go round his neck and tighten. Joshua held on tightly to it although it was tight Conrad could still breathe freely, above him Joshua smiled and nodded in approval. Taking his cock in his hand Joshua started to masturbate teasing Conrad with the head of his cock just touching his lips. Thinking it is what Joshua wanted Conrad opened his mouth and dared to put his lips around it. Conrad gurgled hearing the leather stretch and the belt tighten sharply around his neck, he gasped for air and felt the pressure releasing 'No slut don't touch me' Joshua said firing a warning shot at him. Conrad laid there and watched the person who he was falling in love with treat him like dirt and pleasure himself. Joshua moaned and looked down 'Open your mouth' he soothingly said. Conrad did as he was told and Joshua peaked hitting orgasm and leaning forward ramming his cock down in to Conrad's throat expelling his seed in rapid pulses straight in to his stomach. Conrad clawed at the sheet trying his best not to touch Joshua and concentrate on keeping himself from gagging and throwing up. He pulled his cock out resting the head on Conrad's lips 'clean it now' he said. All through the night Conrad was subjected to what bordered on mental abuse and part torture driven sex until 7am, he was knackered and unable to think clearly. Laying in Joshua's arms he felt safe and loved desperately hoping that Joshua would not take this feeling away. "How was last night baby?" Joshua cooed lovingly "did I make you feel good?" he asked licking Conrad's face. Conrad kissed his body "It was good, thank you" he said showing his appreciation. "I thought you might like it" Joshua said rubbing Conrad's arse "do you have anything you want to say?". Conrad nodded "I am sorry for fucking around" he said in a hope that is what he wanted to hear. Joshua pulled his head back "Well that is a start I guess" he smiled "you belong to me Conrad and I will look after you". Conrad go up to use the toilet and looked in the mirror, he now had three love bits on his body, bruises and cuts inflicted by the buckle of the belt. He stared at his reflection 'What the fuck am I doing to myself' he said quietly to himself 'oh yes Joshua wants me at last, I never thought he would'. Joshua entered the bathroom putting his arms around Conrad and kissing his neck so lovingly 'Come back to bed I want to fuck you' he said turning Conrad around so gently and kissing him on the lips 'I want to make sure you have all of me' he whispered picking Conrad up. He laid Conrad down on the bed lifting his legs over his own shoulders wriggling his arse to get his cock in position. Joshua smiled down 'This is what you need my sweet sweet boy', Conrad gripped hold of Joshua's arms and cried out, his arse forced open by the cock spearing and driving deep in one thrust, blinking tears and gasps from the sheer pain of his penetration. Joshua fucked him hard not giving Conrad any time to adjust 'Tell me what you want baby?' he asked Conrad, the agony taking over his body unable to form any words. Joshua smirked down at him 'You want to be a slut you get treated like one' he said picking up speed and intensity, oblivious to his pleas to slow down Joshua fucked him relentlessly until he tensed up and clamped his hand over Conrad's mouth. Jolting his hips hard on purpose to inflict pain and releasing his toxic seed deep. His eyes stared down not blinking all the while he felt the cum flowing in to Conrad. Conrad gasping and panting his arse as sore as hell waited patiently until he felt the cock swiftly pulling out and Joshua rolled on to his back giving a satisfying moan 'Still the best bottom to fuck' he said. Conrad hopped off the bed going to the bathroom hotly followed by Joshua who grabbed him from behind and shoved his cock back inside Conrad 'No you don't' he sneered pulling him back to the bedroom 'I generously gave you my cum now you keep it inside' he said falling on top of Conrad pinning him to the bed. Conrad felt like he needed to work on pleasing Joshua and make him happy, obliging in his every word. Inside Conrad's arse Joshua slowly worked his erection back to full state then slowly and with adoration using his words to drill in to Conrad's head he made love gently to him. Staying in bed all day Joshua's words sinking deeper getting in to Conrad's head and within hours he succumbed to wanting Joshua and needing to be with him completely. The joy of being admired so much by this hot navy guy seemed everything he wanted. They showered together washing the sweat and smell of sex off their bodies, Joshua continuously speaking to Conrad reaffirming who he now belonged to. Conrad nodding and answering surrendering himself to the man he saw as his lover. It was the strangest day Conrad had been through sitting their in the pub with Joshua, Charlie and his girlfriend Serena. Joshua kept a tight hold of Conrad's hand gently caressing it whilst he chatted away talking about Conrad with such love and care, the words seemed to make Charlie happy and seeing them together was amazing. Conrad felt special and was sure Joshua hinted several times that he would consider a relationship with him. By the time they finished dinner Joshua turned to Charlie and told him he needed to take his brother back and see out the weekend in style. Charlie laughed shaking his head and told them to get going. Conrad felt happy with the love and care Joshua was showing him, completely forgiving him for the previous night understanding it was his own behaviour had upset Joshua. At the manor he opened the double doors to the bedroom, the bedside lamp providing a dim light in the large room but just enough to navigate towards the bed, Joshua closed the bedroom doors turning to look at Conrad. He walked over to Conrad "You behaved so well today you deserve a little treat" he said kissing him. Conrad looked at him "Are you in love with me?" he asked turning on the puppy eyes seeking assurance. Joshua ruffled his hair "I don't need to love you, you are mine and you don't need anyone else" he said. Conrad nodded although it was not what he hoped to hear "I only need you" he said watching Joshua smile. "Of course you do, do you love me Conrad?" Joshua now asked staring at him "love me unconditionally?". Conrad stared back at him "I do" he said feeling himself guided towards the bed by Joshua's arms. Joshua pushed him on the bed "Good, now you have earnt my respect I will be the only person you will ever love". Conrad nodded and stroked his face "No one else matters Conrad, it is just me you need to make you happy". "You are so full of yourself" came a voice from the chair in the dark corner of the room. Joshua spun round "Who the hell are you and why are you watching us?" he demanded. Simon stood and walked towards him "This is my house that is who I am" he said helping Conrad up. "Simon" Conrad said being helped up off the bed "I thought you were coming back tomorrow?". "Change of plan Conrad" he said "when I saw what this one was up to" Simon said pulling Conrad behind him. Joshua looked at him "If you don't mind Conrad and I were..." he started saying. "Doing nothing" Simon said interrupting him "take your things and leave him alone". Joshua laughed "No it is not that easy I own him he is mine" he said smirking at Simon. "If you leave now your navy career will be safe, stay and it will be in tatters" Simon said. The doors opened and Felix stood there "Shall I inform his superior officers sir?" Felix asked. "It is fine" Conrad said moving to Simon's side "I am his boyfriend" to which Joshua laughed. Simon put his arm around Conrad "He locked you in the wardrobe and assaulted you Conrad". Simon looked at Conrad "Jack loved you" he said slowly knowing those three words could shake Conrad's emotions. He looked at Simon "He did didn't he" Conrad replied with a smile on his face. "Felix remove this young man" Simon ordered. Joshua stood his ground "Not without what is mine" he said looking directly at Conrad. Simon shook his head "Every room has security cameras and what you did to Conrad is on film". Felix watched over Joshua who reluctantly collected his belongings "Conrad come with me?" Joshua demanded. Conrad stood there watching him "I adore him Simon I should go with him" he replied in a submissive voice. "No Conrad" Simon said holding on to him tightly "he is using you Conrad he is not good for you, Jack never treated you like this". Joshua moved closer to Conrad causing Felix to shuffle on his feet "Conrad you know you have to be with me". Simon shook his head "Who loves you Conrad, who fell in love with you not even knowing you?" he asked. Conrad looked at Simon his mouth slowly forming the words "Harry did". Simon nodded "Harry would never have bruised or beaten you, only this person has" he said reminding Conrad. "He loves me, Harry loves me" Conrad repeated. Joshua walked past Conrad "You will come back to me" he said "you belong to me". "Don't ever contact Conrad again if you know what's good for you!" Simon said clearly threatening him. Joshua smirked at Simon "He is no use to me, damaged goods and a dirty little slut". Simon nodded "I know" he said then looked at Felix "Take him to the train station please Felix". "My pleasure sir" Felix replied hauling Joshua out of the room with ease. Joshua fought trying to prise himself away from Felix all the way in to the limousine, Felix locking him in the back and swiftly leaving the manor. Conrad sat on the bed wincing at the pain from the welts on his arse, as swiftly as Joshua left Conrad felt empty and alone. Beth knocked on the door and brought a first aid kit in and left it with Simon telling him she will bring a tray of tea up shortly. Simon told her to put it in his room and he picked Conrad up carefully carrying him to his bedroom, Conrad remained silent strangely he was not upset. Beth arrived with a tray of hot tea and placed it down on the table by the sofa leaving again. Conrad felt Simon undoing his shirt, the shame of how he was feeling right now was the only emotion going through his head. He watched Simon removing his shirt, the soft hands inspecting the marks and couple of bruises on his arms. The hands undoing his trousers pulling them down gently along with his underwear, his body being turned over displaying two deep red welts on his left arse cheek. Simon gently dabbed them with some antiseptic liquid, Conrad felt the stinging and winced until it subsided. Simon turned Conrad over and picked him up carrying him over to the sofa sitting him on his lap cuddling and comforting him. He wondered if Joshua leaving would upset him but there were no tears, no sounds at all, he simply snuggled up to Simon in silence. Thankful that at least Simon wasn't saying anything. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to face up to this, and how was he going to tell Charlie, what was he going to tell Charlie? He had no idea where to begin, for now though he felt safe in the arms of Simon. Conrad remembered the words in Jack's letter and that he could always turn to Simon no matter what. Almost bringing him to tears he kissed Simon's chest and snuggled up closer feeling the arms holding him even more securely. Simon kissed his head leaning over and still holding Conrad with one arm and poured the now luke warm tea and handed the cup to Conrad who sipped it quietly until he was finished. He leaned across and put the cup back on the tray and kissed Simon on the cheek then settled back in his arms. Simon kissed him on the head "Do you want to go to bed?" he asked. "No" Conrad replied going silent again for a minute "I thought he loved me, I wanted him to love me". Simon stroked Conrad's head "Love was never on his agenda he wanted to control you Conrad". Conrad looked up at him "How could you say that you don't really know him" he said sounding upset. "I know his type, they can't love he wanted you to become dependent on him" Simon told him. Conrad shook his head "No, anyway how can you be so right about him?" he asked. "It is not about being right Conrad, it is reading the signs" Simon said trying to explain. Simon looked at him "Why do you think you loved him?" Simon asked "he told you to love him" he answered the question himself. Conrad looked at the bruises on his arm "Not really" he said then stopped thinking things over. He sat quiet for several minutes "Am I that gullible?" Conrad asked. "You sought love where it wasn't available" Simon replied "if he loved you he would never have hurt you". Conrad sat up and looked at Simon walk across the room "Is that why you came back, did you know?" he asked. Simon nodded "Felix was concerned for you" he said unlocking the safe. "Felix?" Conrad replied in a shocked voice "was he spying on me?". "No" Simon replied "I asked him to check the security cameras for your wellbeing" he said. Conrad sat there opened mouth "Spying on me" he said again sounding a little angrier. Simon returned with an envelope "When Felix told me he locked you in the wardrobe I flew back" he said. Simon sat down next to Conrad "This was Jack's letter to me about you" he said giving him the envelope. "I am not suppose to let you see this Conrad but you need to read it" Simon said pouring a cup of tea. Conrad took the letter out and read it quietly 'Simon, I know how you hate being told what to do but you need to get over yourself for a few minutes and read this. I know you like Conrad even though you pretend to dislike him being around I saw how much you have enjoyed watching him grow up in to this fine lad. I have to admit his placid sweet nature means he will grow in to a very wonderful person, weather gay or straight it doesn't matter. He means the world to me and it was like watching my own son growing up in front of my eyes. He is one of the smartest people I have ever seen and also has a very vulnerable side, this has become more evident with his dabbling in gay life. He only sees the good in people not what is underneath and this is my concern. He talks a lot about this guy called Joshua and spends every other weekend with him. I first became suspicious when he returned telling me how fantastic Joshua was to him, showering him with kindness and filling his head with words that Conrad would never use. Not the usual words one would associate to a loving person more controlling and designed to fill you with low self-esteem. Conrad will not want to hear this or believe it if it goes on much more, I don't need to explain my concerns I am sure you will fully understand how powerful someone like that can be as witnessed before, especially to a kind hearted young lad. It is especially so since Conrad seems to have already fallen hard for him but he won't admit that either. Don't let Conrad fool you with the just fuck buddies and friends tale. Joshua is coveting him and he appears to be succeeding, it will only be a matter of time before Conrad succumbs fully and then my worse fear is that the abuse will start and he will destroy everything that makes Conrad such a beautiful person. Hell knows I have tried to steer Conrad away from this dangerous person but he sees only warm fuzzy welcoming lights in his head. I am sorry that I went behind your back and spoke to Felix about it and he knows how much Conrad means to me and will look out for him as well. And you, Simon, I have to put all my faith in you that you will keep Conrad safe and step in. I know Conrad will hate you for it but you must protect him and if the need arises our solicitors are holding a letter for Conrad's brother Charlie that will explain exactly what his friend has been doing. I know Charlie is the one person who can get through to Conrad and is no doubt oblivious to what is going on so it is important he knows. Please take care of him Simon, I know you love him just a little. Now I have gone he is the only person I would trust to take over the gardens so make sure it happens. I love you always, Jack. PS, wow Conrad is a nutter when it comes to sex!' Conrad laughed at the post script note "Thank you" he said handing the letter back to Simon. Simon sat there quietly wondering what Conrad thought "Are you okay?" he asked. Conrad nodded "Jack saw it and kept it from me" he said looking at Simon. "Well he was suspicious and probably noticed small changes in you" Simon said reflecting on the letter. "Am I that vulnerable?" Conrad asked picking up his empty cup then pouring more tea for himself. Simon waivered a moment "In some ways yes but we all are" he replied "being gay is not that easy for some". "You think I am one of them?" Conrad asked putting his cup down. "No" Simon replied smiling "you will find your zone as to speak it just doesn't happen like magic". Conrad sat back against the sofa "Is he out of my life" he said. Simon looked at him "I wouldn't be too sure yet, that kind of person can be very persistent" he said. Conrad felt his skin crawl "Will I ever be free from him?" he asked. "Eventually" Simon admitted "we need to see what if anything he does next". Conrad suddenly thought of his home "My parents leave next weekend for Australia I am buying the house". Simon patted Conrad's knee "You can't live there alone not until we sort him out" he replied. Conrad nodded "I have you and Felix here to call on if I am worried" he said confidently. "No Conrad" Simon said "you are moving in to the manor" he said putting his foot down sternly. Conrad smiled "People might get the wrong impression" he said leaning against Simon. Simon chuckled "Well they would be right" he said. Conrad leaned up and kissed him "Can we stop the letter going to Charlie just now?" he asked. "Of course" Simon said in agreement "he must be told eventually though" he added watching Conrad nod. "In the letter he knew so much, you know witnessed before?" Conrad stated making it a question. Simon looked uncomfortable a moment "Just that" he replied "we saw it happen but ignored it". Conrad looked rattled "What happened to them?" he asked "please tell me". Simon thought for a moment then slowly explained "The person fell in love and moved in with them and after a few weeks he stopped seeing people including coming to the manor. There was always excuses, lame ones at that but when he did come out his partner was always close to him, always seeking his approval and not stepping out of line. He became uncertain of everything and cautious of everyone who interfered. He was so in love that he was blinded by the way he was being treated. Jack naturally got very concerned and went to London to see him, he was nervous at Jack being there in case he got caught having a friend round. Forced joint bank account then he was removed from being able to withdraw money, his wages were paid in and transferred out and Moham got so concerned by his actions he called on Jack and I to help. We brought him here to the manor and froze all his assets, using a very underhanded way we got all his money back before the boyfriend could spend it. It took months to get the real him back and build up his self-esteem and character again" he finished and looked at Conrad. "You mentioned Moham" Conrad picked up straight away "do I know him?" he asked. Simon nodded "I trust you not say anything to them Conrad" he said looking at him "it was Adam". "Seriously?" Conrad asked looking shocked "wow, you certainly would never know". Simon nodded "The boyfriend still lurked around until Moham called in some heavies to warn him off". "Does he know about me?" Conrad asked sitting forward "I mean I don't mind if he does". "Yes I found out on the day of Jack's funeral that he had raised it with Adam" Simon confirmed. Conrad was slowly figuring it out "That is why he was so nice to me, I thought he fancied me" he laughed. Conrad sat there shaking his head "You understand why I need to keep you locked up here?" Simon asked. "Yes" Conrad nodded. Simon smiled "Joshua will not give up easily having spent all that time working on you" he said looking at him. "I understand" Conrad said "well I think I do, I can't help loving him he had me fall for him so quickly". "That is what we need to get out of your system or you will fall back in to his arms" Simon warned him. Conrad welled up for the first time that evening "Do what is needed to help me Simon" he almost pleaded. Simon kissed and hugged him "You want to spend the night with me?" he asked. Conrad nodded. Conrad held Simon's hand climbing in to bed together. He had a restless night dreaming constantly about Joshua, the images of him showering affection, words of encouragement but never real love, the flip side was a steely determination that displayed anger and degrading words to break him down. Making him weak and unable to pull away.

I woke in a bit of a fog, unable to be sure what exactly happened last night and what I might have dreamt about. I felt Anthony stir behind me, his arm still draped across me and his cock hardening against my lower back. My hole felt a bit sore, and also full - then I remembered it still had the plug that had been inside me all weekend, whenever a cock or tongue wasn’t. My mind trailed back to all the various places we had fucked in the past days, all the ways Anthony had gotten inside my body and also inside my head. I recalled the increasing control he seemed to be able to exert over me, and the intensity of our verbal interplay. And that’s when I sat up with a jolt, “Oh fuck!” Anthony groaned and tried to pull me back down to the bed, but I was too freaked out. “Anthony, wake up. Wake up! Last night, you said something and I just want you to tell me it was part of the role playing we were doing. Tell me it was all a fantasy we were playing with.” “I could tell you what you want to hear, but it wouldn’t be the truth.” “But...but you told me you were shooting a poz load into me. How can that be possible? You assured me you were safe!” “I answered all of your questions honestly, Joey. I assure you, I have not lied to you once since I met you.” “But you said you and your husband had been together for years!” “Correct.” “And that you hadn’t been with anyone since you broke up 6 months ago!” “Also correct.” “So how is it possible for you to have HIV?” “Joey, you only asked if I had had sex outside our marriage. And I never did. But my husband, the cheating piece of shit, did. I found out when I had some routine bloodwork done for a physical exam. When the doctor told me I was positive, I was sure it was a mistake. But after another positive test, I rushed home to tell my husband, and that’s when he confessed that he’d been slutting around behind my back for the past year, allowing people he barely knew to bareback him, and didn’t have the courage to tell me. He begged me to forgive him, but I threw him out on the spot.” “Oh my god. I just...I can’t imagine.” “Like I told you, our breakup was pretty brutal on me. I took some time to process my new reality and give myself some space. And it dawned on me that I wasn’t as powerless as I felt. If I was willing to use my new power, I could perhaps do something to move forward rather than wallow in self pity. So after 6 months, I decided I was ready to get out there and do some damage.” Gulp. “Damage?” “Joey, I first saw you at the conference earlier this week. I really enjoyed your talk, and of course since I found you handsome, I took note of the ring on your finger. And then when I saw you in the bar, and I saw your ring finger looking rather naked, I knew it was time to make my move. A sexy, intelligent man such as yourself going out all alone with no wedding ring - exactly who I was seeking. So I picked you up. I told you the truth every step of the way, hoping against hope that I could get into your hole bareback and shoot my potent seed inside another cheating husband and teach you a lesson.” “Oh my god.” “So here we are. I’ve lost count of how many loads I’ve dumped in you, and they’ve stayed in there thanks to that butt plug, seeping into your walls. You’ve had high viral load semen in your battered rectum for a day and a half. Oh, I didn’t mention that I haven’t started on meds yet. So the cum I’ve been filling you with over and over again is super toxic. And a dirty cheater like you, Joey, has earned every last bit of the treatment you’ve received. Dirty boys like you deserve exactly what you get. You said it yourself!” My head was swimming. So much to take in. Not only had I actually cheated on my husband, something I’d fantasized about for so long but been too afraid to follow through on. I had trusted someone and let him bareback me - repeatedly. And more than that, I’d allowed myself to start to develop feelings for this man - he had infiltrated my mind in such a short period of time, I lost track of what was real and what was fantasy. I just knew that even now, after hearing this devastating news, after learning that the rough and passionate fucking and load after load filling my hole could very well have already given me HIV, I still found myself enraptured by this man. Anthony said, “Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I think it’s pretty clear what you want, whether you’re willing to accept it or not. Joey, I want to fuck you again and dump another load in you. But this time, you need to tell me exactly what you want. No hiding from it. No game playing. Be honest with yourself and with me and tell me what you desire.” “I can’t believe I’ve done what I’ve done.” “I can imagine. You betrayed your husband, your vows. You let a virtual stranger fuck you bareback. You took multiple loads over the course of a couple days. You became a cheater. But you liked it, didn’t you?” “I can’t deny it. I enjoyed it. I feel like something has shifted inside me.” He pulled me down onto the bed with him. “And you want more. Just admit it. You crave more cum in your hole. You want to be fucked again by a man who fucks you better than your husband. Tell me what you want, Joey.” “I want you inside me, Anthony. I can’t explain it, but I feel empty when you’re not in me. I crave you, I desire you in a way I haven’t wanted anything in a long time.” He rolled me on to my back and shifted between my legs. “And now you know all about me. You know what you’re getting when I insert my cock into you. I need you to tell me what that is, Joey. I need you to use your words and say what’s going to happen when I put my penis inside you.” “You’re going to fuck me. And you’re going to cum inside me.” “And?” He pulled the plug out of my hole, and rubbed the head of his cock against me. I could feel his precum smearing on my stretched pucker. “And that cum is going to seep into me, and infect me. You’re going to give me HIV.” “Tell me you want me to do that, Joey. Say it.” Feeling the pressure against my hole, wanting nothing more in this moment than to be penetrated by this man, to be full of him, hardly believing when I heard the words come out of my mouth. “I want you to convert me, Anthony. I want you to fuck your disease into me until I’m HIV-positive like you are.” That was all it took for him to slide into me balls deep. Holding steady, he grinned down at me and I could feel his cock throbbing and leaking deep in my guts. One brief moment of pause flashed across my face, thinking of my husband and what I was in the process of doing. Anthony saw and grabbed the little brown bottle, uncapping it and holding it under my nose. “Breathe, Joey. Inhale the fumes and let it go. Let it all go. Be here with me, in this moment. Just us, nothing else.” I inhaled deeply. Looking up into his eyes as he switched nostrils, I breathed as deeply as I could and felt myself open up more completely. His cock seemed to push even deeper into me, and I welcomed him. I wanted every bit of him to be inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, grabbed his head, and pulled him down on top of me, planting my lips on his and kissing him passionately. It felt like any inhibition I might have felt had melted away and all I wanted was to be filled, inhabited, possessed. Then he started to move inside me. Slowly at first, then increasing the speed and force of his thrusts. I felt things I’d never felt before, a deep satisfaction in what I was doing. Like every other fuck I’d ever experienced had been inferior compared to what was happening in this moment. Anthony surprised me when he pulled back, brought his left hand up, and wiggled his fingers to remind me he was still wearing my wedding ring. He grabbed my rock hard cock and used it to pull himself deeper inside me. Then he brought his hand to my mouth and shoved his ring finger in. I sucked it instinctively, running my tongue along the cold metal of my ring. He put two more fingers into my mouth and started to piston fuck my hole. Looking deep in each other’s eyes, I saw his demeanor shift to one of dominance and derision, in an instant. “Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore. Putting your fucking wedding ring on another man’s finger, begging that man to fuck you bareback when you know without question that he has a high viral load churning in his balls. Degrading and debasing yourself in any way you are told, all so you can ruin your fucking life forever!” I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me, scratching his solid glutes. Desperate for more of him. “I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna knock your ass up and infect you with my disease. After the pounding and all the loads you’ve taken this weekend, there’s no doubt you’re going to convert. Your bug chasing ass is going to carry my DNA forever, you cheating piece of shit! Take my toxic cum, faggot!!!” Anthony shot rope after rope deep inside me as I shot an incredible load all over my face and chest without touching myself. I couldn’t believe how much I shot, and then realized I could still feel him shooting into me. It was by far the most cum I’d ever felt inside me, and I squeezed my hole as tight as I could to get every last drop. He collapsed onto the bed as I reached for the plug and smiled, sliding it back home where it belonged. Anthony chuckled and reached for his phone. Unlocking it, he said, “What a whore. Remember before when you saw me on my phone? I got this txt all set and ready to go. Just need to hit send.” I saw the name of the group message on his phone was “Support Group buds” as I read the txt: “Weekend went exactly as planned. This cheating fucker is eager for more POZ loads. Party tonight at 8, bring poppers and lube. No condoms, obv.” “That’s a few guys from my HIV group. They know my whole story, and I told them what I wanted to do, and they offered to join in. All you have to do is hit send, Joey. It’s all up to you…”

I've got a 19yo non-bio son, I'm a 50y year ol bear daddy. I breed my son at least twice a week in my bed. Last weekend he was too busy studying and couldn't get to mine so I went round to his cuz he said his bio dad was out - yeah, he lives with him.We start as usual getting naked with me eating his ass then fucking his mouth. Then I put him on his belly and mount his ass. I'm fucking him deep, nice long thrusts. I'm getting close and just about to shoot when his dad opens the bedroom door.. I couldn't stop - I had to cum so his dad got an eyeful of my hairy ass pumping up and down as I shot my load into his son's asshole. he just stood and stared. he looks at me and Drew and said that looks like you guys are enjoying yourselves.He knows Drew likes to be fucked so it w no great surprise. Gotta say I was horny and fucking proud that my son's dad saw me breed his boy.

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I woke up to the feeling of Anthony cumming inside me. When he felt me stirring, he squeezed out a couple more ropes, and wrapped his arms around me tightly, saying “Sorry about that...I was having a very vivid dream about fucking you, and when I woke up I was hard and inside you. I couldn’t even try to hold back. I hope that was OK.” “Well, I could hardly complain after begging for your load last night, could I?” Kissing the back of my neck, he said “Good. I can’t tell you how happy I was when you gave in last night and let me in you bare. Something about knowing my seed is inside you, that you’re carrying a part of me with you, turns me on so much. And I think you like it too. Am I wrong?” “No. You’re not wrong. I feel so connected to you right now, like we shared something so special and perfect. Having a barrier between us just feels so wrong, you know?” “I know exactly what you mean. I want every part of me to be inside you, to inhabit you. But I also want to cook you a proper breakfast. Do you think maybe we could try something?” “Sure, what?” Reaching across me into his drawer, he pulled out a butt plug. “I was thinking if we put this in your hole, you could keep as much of me inside you as possible while we go about our day. I hope you’re able to spend the day with me, Joey. I don’t have any grand designs on you leaving your husband or anything - I know you’ll go home to him energized and electrified from our encounter, and I’ll go back to my search for a new man. But I would love to spend more time with you, in and out of bed, if you’re interested.” “I am yours for the next two days. I’ll tell my conference colleagues that I got a touch of the flu, because I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else right now than right here with you.” I took the plug from his hand and gently pulled away from him, feeling his softening cock slide out of me. I moved the plug to my hole and felt his hand on mine as we both pressed it into me - the slight stretch as it was almost all the way in felt so nice, and then my hole closed around it, just the base remaining between my cheeks. He gave it a gentle tap before rolling me onto my back for a deep, lingering kiss. Anthony cooked me a delicious, hearty breakfast. Then he fucked me in the kitchen. We took a long hot bath together, opening up about our past relationships. Then he fucked me in the bathroom. He showed me his collection of vintage board and video games. Then he fucked me in the media room. Each time, the plug was removed and replaced by Anthony’s enormous cock. And after he filled me with his seed, the plug went back in. With each session, we became closer, more connected, more intimate. And at the same time, I felt him exerting a certain power over me. Like he could sense my submissive side, a part of my fantasy life I don’t even share with my husband. Something about our connection made him able to see past my facade, and past the walls I put up. He just knew what I wanted, maybe even more than I myself knew. Maybe it was the introduction of poppers - whenever he held the bottle for me, I found myself eagerly inhaling and felt my inhibitions melting away. He became more aggressive, more demanding, and yet all within the context of our unspeakable chemistry - it was easily the most intense, enjoyable day of sex I’d ever had. After a long nap and some Chinese takeout for dinner, Anthony was finishing up a txt message as I joined him on the couch. “Got a hot date?” I asked. He finished typing and grinned, “We’ll see, maybe even for both of us if things work out. But tonight is all about the two of us.” Stripping my tshirt off, he said, “Let’s cheat on your husband a little more, shall we?” I felt myself blush, but couldn’t help but feel my cock twitch at the same time. Kissing down my body, Anthony’s tongue found all my erogenous buttons - tickling my pits, nibbling my nipples, probing my navel - somehow he’d learned all the ways to drive me crazy in just one crazy day. Taking my hard cock in his mouth, he grabbed the base of the plug and started pressing it deeper, and twisting it as he bobbed up and down on my rod. He could tell from my moans he was having the desired effect. “You ready for another load up in that sweet pussy, baby?” “Fuck yes! I need it. I need to feel you back inside me. Filling me with your seed.” “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s go to the bedroom.” Shucking our clothes along the way, I jumped onto the bed on my back, spread my legs, and invited Anthony to join me. His hand immediately went to the plug, gently pulling it from my hole. He brought it to my mouth, saying “Clean my cum off, Joey. Savor the flavor of my semen while I get you ready for more.” He fingered my hole for a couple minutes before lining up his raw cock once again. “Tell me what you want.” “Please, Anthony. Fuck my hole!” “Should I put on a condom?” “NO! Never again. I need to feel your skin on my skin. No barriers between us.” “Good boy, Joey,” he said, sliding every inch of his huge erection into my body. I still wasn’t used to the way he was treating me yet, but all I knew was my dick jumped every time he asserted himself, and his cock felt incredible in my hole. I felt so deeply connected to him. “Something in me is changing,” I said as he started to move inside me. “How do you mean?” “It’s just, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt for so long. I don’t know how to describe it.” He replied, “You’re allowing yourself to become what you really are. You’re a cheater now - you’ve wanted to do it for long time, right? And now that you’ve crossed that line, there’s no going back. This weekend with me is changing your life, Joey. Things aren’t ever going to be the same for you and your husband.” Fuck. I knew he was right, but it hadn’t really hit me yet. It wasn’t just that I’d broken my vows and fucked (repeatedly) with another man. I could feel a shift from deep inside, Anthony was allowing something that was lurking in there to finally come out. A yearning to let myself go, to give up control, to submit. I wanted to allow this man to do with me whatever he pleased. “Joey, think of it this way. Your life has been stagnant for a long time. You haven’t been content. Maybe letting yourself have this exploration will allow you to go back to your husband changed in a good way. Like, the battery of your married life was depleted, and giving in to your urges, letting me fuck you for a weekend - maybe it will charge you up, energize you to go back to your normal life with a more positive attitude.” I felt his cock flex inside me as he whispered those words to me, leaking more of his fluids into my rectum. Maybe he’s right - I’d dreamt of cheating on my husband for years. Maybe I could get that desire out of my system by letting my guard down and giving in, allowing myself to go where my urges wanted. And then I could return a changed man. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point.” I grabbed his ass and pulled him all the way inside me, while he leaned in for a deep tongue kiss. “Now fuck me properly. Don’t hold back. I need more of your seed inside me.” He pulled all the way out until just his head was in me, then rammed the length of his cock all the way back in. Deep dicking me, grabbing my hips, pounding my pussy - I’d never been fucked with such passion and such abandon. Sweat glistened on his beautiful body and the room smelled of pure masculinity. He grabbed the poppers and fed me a few huffs. The rush only made me need him more desperately. “That’s it, dirty boy. Are you a dirty boy, Joey?” “Yes, sir! I’m a dirty, dirty boy!” I said, getting into the role play. “And what do dirty boys need? What do they deserve, Joey?” “Umm...they need to be fucked?” “Well, yes that. But dirty boys need something in their dirty holes.” “Yes, they need loads in their holes!” “That’s right, Joey. And what kind of loads do dirty boys want in their holes?” “Umm...big loads of thick cum!” “Well, yes. But dirty boys want dirty loads in their dirty holes, Joey. Isn’t that right?” “Unngh...fuck. Fuck! Yes, that’s right sir. Dirty boys need dirty loads.” “Say it, Joey. Tell me you want a dirty load in your dirty hole!” “Oh FUCK, sir. I fucking want a dirty load in my hole, sir! I’m a dirty boy!” A big smile came across his face and he got even more aggressive with me. “Fuck yes, boy! I’m gonna give you a big dirty load! Gonna flood your guts with my fucking dirty seed!” The pounding he was giving me was unlike any way I’d ever been treated, and I fucking loved it. My hole was loose from the poppers and sloppy from the multiple loads shot into me in the past 24 hours. “Tell me how my cock feels. Is it bigger than your husband’s?” “Yes! Your cock is so much bigger than his! And you are fucking me so much better than he ever has! Please don’t stop!” “Oh, I’m not gonna stop until I dump inside you again, boy. But now I want you to do something for me. Give me your ring, boy.” “Unngh...uh, what?” “I said, give me your wedding ring. Your husband isn’t here right now. I want to wear it while I fuck you.” I hesitated slightly, then remembered how deeply I wanted to give myself over to this man. I pulled the ring off my finger and presented it to him. As he brought his left hand closer, he said, “With this ring, I thee wed. Say it.” I slid the wedding ring I’d worn so proudly for the last year since my husband and I finally got married onto his finger, repeating, “With this ring, I thee wed.” “That’s better. You’re mine now, and I’m going to make you even more mine.” He fed me another deep hit of poppers and leaned in real close, slowly thrusting as he was buried balls deep. “I’m getting close, Joey. And I feel really close to you right now. I want to give you everything you deserve. Tell me what you want.” “This dirty boy wants your dirty load, sir.” “What else?” “I feel like a different man in the last day with you. The way you’ve fucked me has truly changed my life!” “What else?” “I am going to return to my normal life more energized, recharged.” “That’s it. I’m charging up your battery, aren’t I? Say it.” “Yes, sir. The way you’re fucking me is charging me up. Don’t stop!” “It really is like I’m giving you something special for you to take home. A gift, if you will. The way our tryst has opened you up. Right?” “Exactly, sir! Fuck! Please never stop! Give me the gift! Blast it directly into my soul!” “Fuck yes, boy. That’s right. Your cheating ass is gonna be filled with yet another dirty load from me! My DNA is going to coat the walls of your intestines and seep into every cell in your body! Take my fucking big dick - the dick that’s bigger and better than your husband’s!” “Please! Pound me! Fuck me and feed me your cum! Charge me up with your dirty load!” “I’m gonna shoot, boy. I’m gonna blast one more huge load deep in your guts. You ready for my POZ load, fucker?” Playing along, “Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with your POZ load!” “Take it, you cheating piece of shit! Filling you with more of my POZ cum NOW, bitch!” With that, he plunged in balls deep and blasted rope after rope of cum into my pussy. It felt like it would never stop. I shot my load all over our bellies as I felt him squirting over and over inside me. I felt content and more satisfied than I had in years. As our breathing calmed and he lay on top of me, his cock still buried in me, I said, “That was some amazing role play, Anthony. Really intense and super hot. Thank you for that!” “That wasn’t role play, boy” was all he said before rolling off me, plugging me up again, and wrapping his arms around me and drifting off.

As soon as we got in his apartment, we were all over each other. Stripping his jacket off as our tongues furiously explored each other’s mouths, hands running over muscles, fumbling with buttons and zippers to reveal more and more to each other. He was every bit as gorgeous unclothed as he had been in the bar - strong, hair in all the right places, toned but not sculpted - the picture of masculinity. I kissed my way down overy his furry pecs and his flat but slightly soft belly and found my face in front of a magnificent bulge in his tight trunks. His scent was intoxicating, and I found myself simply nuzzling my nose up against his groin and breathing deeply. I looked up and saw him smiling down at me as I felt his hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his growing bulge. I tongued the outline of his cock as it snaked to the left, soaking his underwear with my spit before pulling on the waistband to reveal his thick meat. I nearly gasped at its beauty - it must have been 9 inches, and thick enough I was barely able to wrap my hand around it. I hadn’t seen a penis this big in more than 10 years - certainly not my decidedly average husband’s. “Suck me. Please!” he said as I grabbed the base of his shaft and pointed him at my mouth. Looking up at him, I wrapped my lips around his head and swirled my tongue across it, tasting his sweet precum. It dawned on me I was about to experience so many new things, or first time doing this or that in 10 years, and my cock throbbed at the possibilities. I savored the flavor of his nectar as I stroked the bottom few inches of his rod, squeezing more out onto my tongue. Taking him back in my mouth, I inched my way down his shaft, feeling him throb and willing myself not to gag as his cock reached a part of my throat that hadn’t felt cock in over a decade. I pushed a bit deeper until I felt his bush against my lips, my throat spasming and squeezing his cock as I deepthroated him. As I came up for air, he let out a “Damn!” and pulled me up for a deep kiss. Taking my hand, he led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed as he pulled down my briefs and swallowed me in one fluid motion. This was all happening so fast! It had only been a total of 15 minutes since I’d agreed to come to his place with him, and here I was on my back getting my dick sucked by a man I just met. What would my husband think if he knew? I pushed those thoughts from my mind as I reveled in the sensations of him blowing me. After some top notch sucking, I felt his tongue snaking down over my balls as his hands roamed my inner thighs. My legs instinctively spread and his tongue continued its path into my crack as it opened before him. He paused briefly to enjoy the sight of my exposed hole, saying “That is one fine pussy!” before diving in. I moaned deeply as I felt his tongue penetrate me. The feelings he was eliciting were partly the rush of a new connection, but it was also becoming clearer to me that my husband just wasn’t very good in bed. That one plunge of this man’s tongue could make me quiver and feel desire so strongly only made my husband’s shortcomings more obvious. I needed more of this man in me NOW. “I need you inside me. Now. Please. Please fuck me!” I begged as his tongue drove deeper into me. He replaced his tongue with a finger, then two as he took my ball bag in his mouth. He pressed his fingers into me, separating them slightly to coax me open more. “Fucking tight” was all he said as he pulled them out and climbed on top of me. After another couple minutes of hard making out, he said, “You’re really hungry for it, aren’t you?” Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I sighed “I’ve never needed anything more in my life! Please - I want to feel every inch of you slide into me.” He leaned over to his bedside table and pulled some lube and a little brown bottle out of the drawer. He poured some lube on his fingers, then rubbed them against my hole. When he started to pour more lube on his erect cock, I stopped him and asked, “Do you have condoms? I haven’t used them in years, but I think we should.” A look of disappointment crossed his face and he replied, “I really would love to be in that sweet pussy of yours raw. I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this since, well, since even before my break-up. But I understand.” He rummaged in the drawer and pulled out a rubber and handed it to me. “I almost forgot how these things work. But thank you for understanding - I’ve never done anything like this before and I just want to be careful.” I traded places with him so he was lying on the bed, unwrapped the condom and rolled it onto his impossibly thick cock - barely able to get it all the way on. It looked uncomfortable on him, poor guy. I grabbed the lube and stroked him for a minute, then straddled him. Feeling him press the head of his latex-covered head against my pucker, I tried to remember the biggest cock I’d ever taken. It must have been from my slutty phase in my 20s, but I really don’t think anyone had been as big as this. He could sense my nerves even as I was hungrier for him than ever, and he reached for the little bottle and started shaking it. “These should help, if you’re interested.” “Poppers?” I asked. “I’ve actually never tried them, if you can believe it. Just seen them in porn and stuff.” He smiled that incredible smile, and uncapped the bottle, bringing to his right nostril as he held the left one closed. Taking a deep sniff, I saw his eyes flutter a bit and felt his cock throb against me. Then he pressed a little more firmly against my hole as he brought the bottle to my nose. Holding one nostril closed, he told me to inhale slowly and deeply, then hold it in. He re-capped the bottle as I was holding my breath, and then when he told me to let it out, I felt an incredible rush travel through my chest. I felt his hands pressing my hips down, and more pressure against my ass, but my hole just relaxed and allowed about half of his rock hard cock inside. I couldn’t believe it - even with my husband’s much smaller dick, it usually took a fair bit of work to open up and let him in. Anthony just held still, grinning up at me. “That was intense! And amazing!” I said. “Yeah, my ex really struggled to take me until we discovered that magic little bottle. Oh fuck, sorry. Didn’t mean to go there.” I just smiled and said, “I don’t mind at all. I just know I want some more, because I want every inch of you inside me, and I need a little help.” He grabbed the bottle, saying “Let’s try both nostrils this time.” I took a deep sniff on one side, and then ran my hands over his hairy pecs, and as I inhaled the fumes on the other side, I felt my hole open even further and pressed myself down onto him. His enormous erection slid all the way in, balls deep. My heart was racing and I felt this overwhelming desire to be fucked deep and hard by this man. The chemistry we established at the bar only grew and intensified as we explored, and now here we were, two men connected as deeply as can be - almost. I raised myself up slightly, then pushed back down, feeling more full than I ever had. My mouth met his as I pulled halfway up, then slid back down to the hilt. Feeling my openness, he held me still and started to thrust. After a moment, he increased the pace and the force of his thrusts. I threw my head back and rode him as I willed myself to open further to let him in even more. My hunger was taking control and I wanted us to bond in a profound way. “So you said you and your ex were together 6 years?” “Yeah, until 6 months ago.” “And you never had sex with anybody but him?” “That’s right.” “And you haven’t been with anyone since then?” “No. Nobody. Why?” I climbed off of him, a confused look of disappointment crossing his face. I reached down and squeezed his dong, marveling anew at its immense girth. My fist moved to the base, and I began to squeeze at the end of the rolled rubber, gently pulling up, then repeating. With each squeeze, the condom rolled further and further up his cock until finally it pulled off completely. I quickly lay down on my back and grabbed him and guided him toward my hole. “I need to feel YOU inside me. Your skin on my skin, nothing between us. I want us to be as close as two people can be.” I picked up the condom from the bed and threw it across the room, then pulled him down on top of me. My hand stroked his shaft and pointed him to my hole, and then I welcomed his raw cock into my slicked up pussy. “Fuuuuuccckk!” was all he could say as he slid in, then started fucking me. For the next 20 minutes, Anthony alternated between making sweet, gentle love to me, and pounding me hard, fast and deep. We both worked up a sweat as his cock and my ass got to know each other intimately. It was incredible what a difference there was when we were skin on skin, raw fucking. Every so often he would pause and feed me more poppers, both of us enjoying the way I opened up more and more to him. I was experiencing an ecstasy unlike any I had ever felt in my life - THIS was what explosive chemistry and real connection was like. I hadn’t felt anything close to this in years with my husband. Anthony flipped me onto my side and got behind me, lifting one leg and sliding into me from behind. He wrapped his strong arms around me and started pumping in me hard and deep. One last hit from the bottle in this position, he just held it there and commanded, “Sniff! Deeper!” alternating back and forth as he kept fucking me. Sensing what was coming, I said “Please, don’t pull out of me! Please cum in my hole and fill me with your seed! Fuck me until you shoot your load deep in my guts! Breed my pussy!!” Hearing me say those words was all it took for him to grunt and push in one last deep thrust, all the way buried in my hole. I felt his huge cock throb and erupt inside me, the walls of my pussy coated in his semen. He must have spewed 10 ropes inside me, and the power of our deep connection in that moment made me shoot my load all over the bed without touching my cock. As our breathing calmed, I felt his arms hold me to him, pulling me in even closer. His hot breath on my neck, he simply whispered, “That was amazing.” in my ear as we both drifted off to sleep, his cock still buried in my hole.

I speak of my experience because I feel I am not alone. I have zero regrets and I know I did nothing wrong. I speak of the relationship with my dad like I do with my gifter. As a matter of fact. It may give other men insight on who I am and how I got here.

I fucking love craigslist, grindr, and scruff. I fucking love the boys who "just wanna try." I'm 42 years old 5'8 210 stocky and large with fat muscle, beer fucking belly and a fat 8.7 inch dick 7.5 inches thick. I drink too much, and I smell like cigarettes. I shaved my head cuz of balding and I've a full beard, salt and peppered. With a hairy chest, hairy legs and pits and cock, I'm the one who takes away a boy's dignity. Oh yeah, I'm half Cuban, half Mexican, and ever since college I've been popping boys' asses, and making them moan and scream. Boys with daddy issues hit me up just with a, "hey" or a "sup" but I know they're just saying, in so many words 'I'm alone, I have no clue what I'm doing, just use my ass. Let me give you tonight's example'. I'm at the club, checking out the hot boys rubbing my crotch having a beer, when that all too familiar ding hums from my phone. I load grindr and there's a the profile pic. 21 year old latino some words in french I couldn't give a shit about 5'6 155 toned Chat, Friends, Safe Sex Only a black and white torso pic of a well defined chest some definied abs and a treasure trail leading off the screen. My profile: No pic 40 years old Long and Thick Daddy. Cherry popper. I got a strong headboard, you can hold on to it while I break you over it. BB only. Cuffs come on if you try to run. Will make your hole wet, wink, and cream. "Hey" he said. I send him a headless picture of my naked torso, including me holding my rock hard cock. "Wow," he responded. I send him my address, telling him to be there in 15 minutes - with a clean ass. "I'm not looking" he answered. I don't respond, but instead just chugged my beer and left for home. As I live five minutes from the club, I got to my front door in no time. I dropped my pants and start stroking. I loved the feeling of my hard cock in hand, the feeling of my veins pulsating as the blood surged towards my cock head. I grabbed a bottle of poppers and took a huff as I walked around the house, pulling on my cock, wearing only an extra large black T-shirt and my sneakers. My phone hummed again. It was the boy. "What's up?" I took a pic of myself sitting on my couch where there is a mirror facing of the wall and sent it to him. "That's fucking huge" he responded, and then sent a pic of his back and ass. He's smooth down the back, and has a defined back. He obviously works out. Maybe plays some sort of sport. His butt looks soft and grab-able. I send him my address one more time, but I can already see the distance off the app has changed. He's eight miles closer than before, and I haven't moved that far. "Get over here." A few minutes pass and I go to the guest bedroom. The type of guest for which it's intended is obvious. The windows are painted black so no street light shines in. I flipped on the light and a red and blue light comes on with the ceiling fan. I checked over the two mattresses which have no sheets, just straps to hold them down and a thick metal head board that is bolted into the wall with more straps. I flip on the video camera so it started running silently and checked the battery. Many a cherry explosion I have filmed. I'm good at this. Breaking in these boys is what I live for. The hum from my phone drummed on again. "I think I'm outside" he said. I checked to see a little Nissan parked across the street. Hitting the garage remote, the garage door opened. I send him a message: Pull into the garage. I heard him come inside, and could even hear his heavy breathing. I walked to the control panel and clicked the button. With that the garage door to closed behind the boy. When I hear the door lock closed, I walked out into the garage sporting my thick erect cock. I walked right past him and double-locked the garage door, and then turned so he could watch me stroke. I wagged my dick, inviting him, and he took the bait. He approached me, and I gestured for him to kneel, and when in position, I took control of his skull, and pushed my slimy cock head in between his lips. He immediately opened-up and accepted my cock, moaning as he struggled to establish a sucking rhythm and yet breath around my shaft. "Mmmmm," I told him, adding "Good boy." He clearly liked my praise and redoubled his efforts. Breathing heavily, he tried a new approach, by moving his head side to side, rather than taking me straight down. My size was obviously a challenge for his soft mouth and smooth face. "Good little fucker," I edged him on. Puling him off my cock, I lead him into the living room where I told him to strip. He had an undeniably great body. He's probably a a runner or maybe a swimmer, I thought, as I admired the hard muscles that defined his frame, noting he was mostly smooth, but had big patches of hair in all the right places. I threw off my shirt. I might have been muscular, but I was no where near his definition. Again I offered him my cock, and again he dropped to his knees, and began to suck me. Then, just to put him in his place, I pulled back on his hair so he was looking up at me, and I spat a nice fat shot on his face. The pretty little Latino looked like he was drunk on my spit. Holding the sides of his head, I started skull-fucking him. He choked, and gagged, spat-up. Naturally I rubbed all of his juices on his face. Then I again spat on him, and once more shoved my cock back down his throat. He was loving the treatment. His jock boy nose was running, and I suspect he wanted to say 'Slow down' or maybe 'Stop', but his dignity was slowly slipping away. But then that was why he had come to see me. So I coaxed him, telling him how pretty he looks, how hot he was. I told him what a good boy he was and how much I loved his sloppy running blow job. And I do love a sloppy blowjob. He was drooling, his eyes were tearing-up, his nose was running. I wiped all the fluids over his face and spat on him again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. High off my cock. I love watching boys take their time on my cock, worshiping daddy dick like they've always wanted to do. I grabbed my poppers and offered the boy a hit. He looked at me, obviously confused, and pulled off my cock long enough to ask "What's that?" It took enormous self restraint not to slap his teeth out, but then again, there's always plenty of time for that. I smiled, and laughed a bit. "It makes you relax and super hard and horny," I replied as I pushed the bottle near his nose and watched while he gingerly took a small whiff. "Don't be scared, boy, take it deep like you want to." He smiled back at my suggestion and took a deep huff. I could see his toned chest expand. I reached-down and cupped his pecs in my hands, tracing the line down the center. He was hard and fit. He clearly worked-out regularly. "You lift boy?" I asked. His eyes fluttered. The poppers were clearly hitting him. "Yeah...." I let his head float back down on my cock and watched as the boy became more like a puppy, sucking and licking all the more intently. I love boys getting high off the poppers. They finally stop caring about the slobber running up and down their faces. They just love the feeling of that rock hard cock moving in and out and slapping their face. He started breathing really hard, so I handed him the poppers again. Yeah, he had the rhythm of things. He took another hit and kept going. His chin was dripping from choking on my cock, and my balls and cock were slick and wet. I couldn't help but smile; his tight ass was calling to me. I pulled him off my cock and directed him to the guest bed room where I handed him a bottle of poppers and told him to take a sniff. He had gotten so high just off the blow job that the rest would be easy. Cautiously, he walked into the dimly lit room, where I ordered him to drop his boxers and get up on all fours on the bed. He responded saying "I don't wanna get fucked." I realized these were the first words to escape his lips since my cock had slipped out with so much slobber and spit. "I just wanna taste your hole, boy." He paused considering the options. I took the decision out of his hands by placing my hands on his waist and guiding him to the mattresses and pulling down his shorts. He shaved his hole. I thought to myself 'The boy don't wanna get fucked my ass'. I took my time spreading his cheeks and blowing soft air on his hole, then I took a hit of the poppers and blew again, handing him the bottle in the process. I then heard him take a deep breath, and as he did so, I slowly ran my fat tongue behind his balls sack and trailed upwards towards his smooth soft hole. "Ohhhhhhhhh" breathes out while goose bumps run up his leg and I let my tongue roll around and around his lil boy hole while slowly guiding it back down behind his sack and up toward the top of his crack wetting that hole. His moaning is getting lil louder. I push lil harder pressing my tongue up on his hole. I can feel it start to move on my mouth and lips. He's loving it so much hes trying to take control of his hole. trying to let my tongue in so I can start tongue fucking him like he really wants. He's moaning in a beat now. Music to my fucking ears. his hole opens just a pinky width and my tongue takes full advantage pushing in. "OHHh fuck." He moans neck and head moving straight up and back. I hold his hips and pull my tongue out. then push it back in. He grabs his cock without being able to hold out. So i grab his hands and guide them to their proper position. His ass cheeks. He starts to pull his ass apart. He's becoming so ripe for the picking but I like to make him really beg for it. "You like me eating that hole boy?" I ask before pushing my tongue into him again. His hole trying to accept more but not knowing how to open since he has no hole control. "uh-huh" He's moaning into the mattress, so I push my to my tongue fucking to the next level. Out and in and out and in and out and deep in really licking into his ass walls before I slap his ass and ask again "You like me eating that as boy?" "Fuck yes!" He calls out I slap his ass again "Yes Sir! Boy!" I command "Yes Sir!" He calls out "Yes Fuck Sir!" "Good boy!" And I push my tongue back into his crack while he continues moaning as my tongue assaults his hole teachinig to relax, accept and open. "Keep talking boy! Tell sir how much you like me in your hole!" I dive back in "I fucking love it sir. I fucking love it. Oh fuck yes" He pauses to moan. "Did I say stop boy! Tell me you want me in that hole" "Yes sir fuck!" He's starting to get it, but still doesn't get what I'm leading him into "Yes sir I love it. Oh god Yes Please don't stop!" "That's right boy I won't stop. And you don't stop telling daddy how much you love me in your hole!" Diving in again "Fuck yes daddy. Yes sir. Oh. My. Gaaawwd. I love it. I love it. Its all yours daddy It's you hole. I love you in my hole sir. Fuck FUck fuck fuck fuck. Yes Oh my god. fucking yes fucking yes." "Don't you dare stop boy!" "I won't daddy. Don't stop daddy. Fuck yes daddy." It goes on and on and on till he finally lets it out. My tongue Is pushing into his hole with almost no problem. Hes crack is dripping down his legs with my spit when his moans finally say, "Oh My god yes Yes yes Yes OHHH.Fuck yes. Fuck yes I love it daddy I fucking love u in my hole. Its all yours daddy. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck yes FUck Me DaddyFuck my Hole!" Just the words I was waiting for. I spread his legs and push my cock against his hole. Tooooo fucking tight, even now, except now he was freezing and scared. His moans stopped the second the fat mushroom cock head kissed his wet pink pucker. The hole shut-up so very fast. I leaned over him, my belly filling the small of his muscular back, and my hairy chest and stomach dripping sweat on his sweat as I whispered into his ear, saying "Don't you dare stop, boy!" Then, as I held his hips, I ordered him to "Tell Daddy how much you like me eating your hole." "I like you eating my hole, Daddy." He was shaking. "You like me inside don't you boy" "Fuck yes daddy. But I don't wanna get fucked." His hole, however, was saying something else. I could feel the his pucker kissing my cock head. I push him the poppers and he takes them and tries to look behind him, but I was already pushing my cock head onto his wet hole, which was so slick from my spit. "I'm gonna fuck you so good, boy. I'm gonna open up that hole and make it cream and wet and make you learn how to make it wink." He pulled forward. The kid was fast and strong but I was on top of him and he didn't really want to get away, or he would have done more to stop me when I grabbed the restraints and fastened them around one hand and then the other. He resisted only a little when he realized the cuffs were chained to the head board. "What the fuck are you doing?" He was trying to act tough. I slapped his ass and buried my tongue back into his hole, roughly eating and tongue-fucking and sucking and chewing on his hole. He was moaned all over again. "Ah fuck, man, stop. Man ....fuck...oh my god...oh fuck..." I slapped his ass, "Yes SIR, boy!" "Fuck, SIR!. Oh my god, SIR, please, no fuck!" He kept on and one as I roughly chewed on his hole, which was getting redder and slicker. In between eating his hole, I'd rub the pre-cum from my swollen cock head onto his pussy hole, pushing it in. I knew he was going to be my bitch. I grabbed his hips pushing my cock and I felt it give way. Just a milimeter, but that was enough sign for me. I kept pushing. "FUUUUCK!" he yelled , but I held his hips pulling them toward me till his hole gave way and my cock head popped it. "AHHHHHHHHH!" he yelled. "OH FUCK! It hurts, bro! It hurts!" I got the poppers bottle and pushed them under his nose. He took the bottle and began to take large hits. I felt the heat his body, and I could feel his hole relax just a bit more, so I pushed-in further. Two and half inches after my cock head had breeched his hole, he was heaving. "Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. Oh my fuckkkking god!" "That's right, boy! You worship this fucking cock now." I pressed in another two inches spitting on his hole while I held his hips. He was groaning the whole way in, sucking down poppers like water. No time like the present, so I gave him the gift of my last four inches, hard and fast. He let out a guttural, manly yell. His chest dropped down on the mattress. "OH FUCK." He finally said breathing heavily Damn right I thought. His ass was wet with his sweat and mine dripping down my gut onto him and his back. I spat on him, thinking that 'though I 'd rimmed him good and deep, inside the boy was probably pretty dry. "Time to make some cream, boy." "OH my GAWFUUCKOHFUCKOH FUCK. OH. FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK. OH FUCK." I began to make a steady rhythm on his hole. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. OH MY FUCK. FUCK. GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK. OH MY GAWFUCK! It was a steady beat and he accented every thrust with the obvious. I spat on my dick on every 10 or 20th thrust. First cherry began to flow on my cock. At least the boy was clean. Red spooge began to cover my cock and my lil bitcheshole. then he started moaning slower "Oh my godddddd.....ohhhhh fuck........oh oh ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhh...." His hole was opening. It had adjusted to my length, and was starting to get accustomed to my girth. "Fuck daddy..." he moaned. "You like that cock, boy?" "Fuck yesssss...." He was in high heaven. "Fucking ohhhhhhhhh...." I pulled my dick all the way out saw his pink hole had gone red. I plunged back in. "OHHHHHFUUUCK" I did it again. "OHHHMYGAWD" And again. "Fuuuuuckyeahdaddy!" So I was fucking his hole all the way in and out. He took it like a champ. Louder and harder. Moaning how much he loved my cock. was popping his hole when I first started to notice the cream. His hole began foaming white and thick and juicy. Cream coated my dick slippery and wet, as spit and pre-cum did it's work. He was backing up on my cock to the rhythm of my thrusts. "Oh fuck daddy. Daddy, Daddy Oh fuck" "You a good lil cum hole now boy. Look at that hole creaming up and shit," I told him, asking "You like that, boy?" "Fuck yes daddy. Oh dadddy daddy daaaaaaddddy." Cream dripping down his thighs. "You like this cock boy?" "Yes, Daddy," his muscled back making a wave back at my thrust. "Daddy wants to get deeper in that hole boy." "Fuck daddy. "Flip over boy." I grabbed the key from the drawer right next to the bed stand and unhooked his cuffs. He turned over on his back and His legs were shaking. I pulled them up on my chest and slid my dick in. His head rolled with pleasure. "Fuuuuuuuuckdadddddy!!!!" the muscle boy whined. "Oh my god!!!!" as I went balls deep and dug around. His abs were flexing his muscles all tense from the stress of taking his first big cock and maybe even his first cock ever. I kept deep-drilling his hole fucking and fucking and fucking. His head swung from side to side, moaning. He grabbed under his thighs and looked at me eyes buldging when I went in and closed after a few thrusts "Oh baby fuck daddy. Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me oh my god just fuck me." I pushed my cock deep into him, and unloaded my cum deep into his guts. His eyes were wide open, staring at me as my cum flooded his insides. He kept silent as rope upon rope of my cum filled his hole. I made it a point to slip my cock in and out of his ass, moving the cum up and down his hole until I finally got soft and fell-out of his hole. I wiped-off the jizz which remained on my dick and rubbed it on his face, down his chest, and on his abs. He laid there motionless just breathing, looking at me as I threw on my T-shirt and walked out of the room. I grabbed his clothes from the living room and tossed them to him as he lay in the dark room. I could see him try to figure-out how his legs worked. "Can I use your bathroom?" he asked. His face and body were caked with cum and spooge. "No. You go home wearing that." He looked shocked. He slid into his clothing and I showed him to the door. He sort-of waddled out. No doubt cum was pouring out his hole. And, of course, there was no doubt he was sore. I watched him stumble back to his Nissan. Twice I thought I saw his knees give away, but in any event he got to the car, climbed in, and drove off. Naturally I waved goodbye when he drove off. He'll be back. He did, after all, forget his wallet. I had placed in on the counter near the door when I was giving him his pants but I guess he hadn't noticed it. I logged into my e-mail address to check on the craigslist advertisement I had posted before I went to the club. Probably wouldn't fuck but maybe could get someone to keep sucking my dick. My email loaded. The first e-mail showed the headless torso pic of a 25 year old jock stud. The message read Hey, masc stud just looking to JO with another masc bro...you got a nice cock. I fucking love craigslist, grindr and scruff and these boys who "Just wanna try."

It's also the most searched on term on PornHub. You should also get on your high-horse and head on over there to tell people what they should and shouldn't like based on your rules of what should be sexy and what should not be. I haven't experienced being forced to look at what I don't want to look at on this site. "Im not sure if im asking the mods to make a crackdown" It will be interesting to see if you "make up your mind" on whether you decide that moderators should start removing material that doesn't please you. It will really show your personality.

He sleeps. Excausted. Too much cum. Too much piss in his ass. Too much slam powder floats in his vains. For six hours and a half hours he was offering his hole to the men I had picked out for him. Twenty men, from 35 till 75 years old… Yeap no twinks . He had asked for mature escorts . At least for tonight. Birthday boy would get his wish. He preferred to be mostly on his knees and take them from behind. He also rode a couple of them while they were laying down on the mattress, mostly to make it easier them for a double penetration. He didn’t like missionary. Yeap I could tell… doggy was the thing for him. I had spread the cocks arrival and departure in two sessions of three hours each. With ten minutes break every ninety minutes for some clean up and shower. But even then I didn’t take his blindfold from his eyes. He had no objection. Yes, there was trust. Quick shower and rinse, a small dose of g from a glass with sprite,. a bigger in the needle for his slams.. 6 slams altogether. Two doubles and two of half a gram. and back to the bed. While he had his ten minutes break there was a change of the black sheets and a bit of a freshing up room service by Alex my helper for the night, an escort I asked him to take care of some small chores eg towels, or needs of John like provide water or make sure that the other guys are not messing around with talk and bullshit laughs like it usually happens when there is more men in the room than three. Men are men. They easily lose focus. Alex was born in Nigeria, he is over 6.4 height and more than 140 kgr weight. With a cock thick as my both wrists but short only 6 inches. But Yeap… so wonderful thick. Almost sixty years old. And with a unique technique. The one that slides semi hard and gets hard in the hole and doesn’t abandon the ass till he comes three times and pisses twice. Then and only then he ends his session. And that’s it. He doesn’t go in back. He will jerk while watching the porn in the TV or just watch the whatever fucking is taking place in the room , he even might cum.. but not in the ass again. He doesn’t leave the room. I had met him in San Francisco, in a motel room near civic centre where I had placed an ad for anon pump and dump scene. I had started at 11.00 am, he showed up at around 5.00pm while I had seven loads already in me. He had found me ready and bent, slide in with his semi hard thickest prick and gave me his loads. “Do you mind if I stay? Just to make sure you will be fine” My first instinct was to throw him out. Some guys just stay and easily can ruin the scene. But then I said what the hell. So he stayed in the room, on a chair at the corner playing with his dick while he was seeing me taking three more cocks from other strangers. Around 8pm I needed a break. We went for a Korean noodle place. I bought him dinner. He bought the drinks. In his real life he was a cook. An eggman… making omelettes and scrumbled eggs for workers who started their swifts at the earliest of the morning hours. So it was very logical in my insane thirst to ask him to take me to a warehouse and take cocks there as well. And we did. Six cocks in a south of market warehouse behind a leather bar. And four more cocks in a glory hole of a video booth place near by, which stayed open all night. And when the beast in me was fed he took me back to the motel room, gave me his loads and piss, took his shower and then left to go to his shift at the restaurant. I like simple people. With simple needs. And silent pride. Alex is one if them. We kept in touch with messages thru the bareback site I had initially put the ad when we first met. No more no less. And one day I was in Paris and he wrote “ look I can visit Paris stay somewhere cheap and fuck..” Again knowing me I would have expected that I could freaked out. But I didn’t. In fact I liked the idea. He bought the ticket, I rent him the next room from my motel I was planing to spent my days and nights fucking. Paris with Alex was fun. And there I told him that he should put an ad in a site for escorts. Never late for a new path of life. A 60 year old cook became a 60 year old bareback fucker. And he was a damn good one. He left San Francisco, moved in a studio close to my place. He makes good money at least more than the eggplace. He does his thing… I do mine. I watch over him… he watches over me… and when a heavy duty scene happens he is there for me to provide cock and other services in his own silent way that suits me and somehow suits him. Like tonight. John s hole had to get filled and I had to make sure that he was taking all the loads. But I had a good share of joy my self. And a few loads. And a few slams. After the 90 minute period, I needed to get some cock up my butt too. For the rest of the night Alex took care of John and kept his eye on me to make sure that the other guys were treating the two cumdumps right. Whatever right that might be. So I ended up taking a few loads of my self too. No blindfold. It was a night that no matter what I had decided to keep enough control. And now all was done. The men were gone. John was sleeping. Excausted. A German creampie gangbang from sperma studio was on the screen. Alex on his chair soft. Spent, I looked at him. Smiled. He approached. Slided his thick soft cock and let a steam of piss while I hit the needle for the last time of the night. He saw me getting the buzz. And stayed in to piss some more, Then silently took the cock out and left the room, Two cumdumps on a big king bed. I heard the noise. The pans and the crack of the eggs. 5.00am Time for breakfast. Because no matter what. An eggman is always an eggman

Id cheat on all my boyfriends and couldn't help it. It was always a big thrill for me and id do it as often as possible. My last boyfriend I was with for 4 years refused an open relationship when I proposed it multiple times and tried forcing me to be monogamous, but it only made me want to cheat on him even more. I probably let the entire city fuck me before we finally broke up. Id love to have a partner, but he'd have to accept an open relationship. I cant stand jealousy nor possessiveness.

We allow people to discuss what happened to them in a factual, non-erotic manner. It's also OK to have a clinical, non-erotic discussion of stories that are in the news (e.g. when pornstar Mike Dozer got convicted for having sex with a 14 year old). We do not allow perpetrators to tell their stories. If you see anything that violates those policies (too erotic, or told from the point of view of the perpetrator), please report it using the report button immediately below the offending post. We do impose pretty stiff infractions for people who go over the line. That said, my unscientific impression is that a surprising number of gay guys were abused as kids (using "abused" in the legal sense – a fair number of the "victims" don't see it as abuse). And people who start young tend to be pretty kinky later in life. So it makes sense that a lot of the guys here have experienced what you're talking about.

This is part 1 of a fictional story. It's fairly raunchy and filthy so read the tags before proceeding. Subsequent parts will be based on reader's desires so feel free to leave comments, feedbacks and your most twisted kinks that you want to read going forward in this story. Today marks three years since my life changed for the better. When you read my story going forward, you might argue if I'm truly better off. It would be a valid argument except what you wouldn't understand is that, secretly, this is exactly what I had wanted all my life and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself. August 2017 (3 years ago) My life was awesome. Back then, I was Ian Connelly, the successful CMO of one of the largest consulting firms in the world. At 35, I was rich, successful and the poster boy for American capitalism. I had played by the rules, worked my ass off and had achieved everything I had set out to do. People loved me, they wanted to be with me, they wanted to be me, they looked up to me and craved my company in their life. The other advantage of success was the constant availability of sex. Women, men, trans, queer- whatever I was in the mood for, a few phone calls and I could have someone delivered to my door. I could do what I want with little accountability and by god, did I love it. And yet, I wasn't truly happy. There was something I wanted but I was too afraid to seek it. Afraid of opening that door and stepping into a life I so desperately craved, and yet terrified of. I wanted to be pozzed. I wanted to be a slave. I wanted to be a poz slave. It had been a fantasy since my undergrad days. A desire that had translated to hours on the internet seeking porn and discussions that scratched that itch. And over the years, that fantasy got darker and more fucked up. I wanted to be pozzed by an ugly beast. A man far removed from society's notion of acceptable behavior who would take me in his arms and give me a place to kneel next to his feet. A man so disgusting, that the idea of him would make people shudder in disgust. His audacity for filth would be a natural barrier to any person and yet, he would do nothing to change the way he was. Just picturing someone like him would make my dick throb. That fantasy got worse over the years and it delved deeper into some very fucked up desires. I wanted to be blackmailed into getting pozzed. Blackmailed by such a man to be pozzed by him and be his slave or be outed as a closeted, repressed bug chaser sub. It was just a fantasy. Until it wasn't anymore. -- I had been browsing the internet for some pozzing videos in one of the popular HIV forums. My desires were clearly stated in my profile but despite countless messages from many guys over the years, I had never acted on them. I had fun chatting with guys, telling them what I wanted while I jerked off and blew my load. When I saw a message from a new user called 'Pig-Farmer', I figured it would be a fun way to get off. We exchanged pleasantries and a few body pics. His user name was apt because the man looked like a pig. I didn't see his face but he was clearly big, burly and hairy. Piercings and tattoos adorned his hairy body but what really piqued my interest was the scorpion tattoo on his neck and the biohazard symbol above his groin. I sent him photos of my naked muscled fuzzy front and back, with a clear shot of my parted ass cheeks and visible hole. He responded with a photo of his dick. Actually, it wasn't a dick. It was a weapon of mass destruction. Not very long (about 7-7.5 inches but wider than a beer can. Dark veins covered the length of his manhood and it all ended at a dark pink head with a frenum, ampallang, lorum and a PA (I know all about cock piercings). The sight of his cock made my mouth water and my ass throb. Then he sent me a pic of his ass and it made me lose my mind. It wasn't just that he had a furry, big ass (which he most certainly did), but it looked dirty. The sight of it, while revolting to most, made me swoon. Picturing myself between them, my tongue lapping at that disgusting beautiful hole was all I wanted and I wanted it bad. We exchanged a bunch of messages after that and I got the sense he didn't have this happen to him often when someone would seek his company despite seeing him in all his glory. He wasn't very chatty but he was unapologetically filthy. This was the start of a beautiful online friendship that lasted for two months. He would send me pics of his dirty cock, all slimy and cheesy, that would make my cock harden and ooze. In exchange, I would send him pics of my bubble butt. Sometimes, I'd be at work when he'd tell me to send him pics so I'd take off my trousers and send him ass pics, wearing business formals on top and showing off my hole. Eventually, I sent him pics of my face. He never asked for them but during the time I had been talking to him, a connection had been established. I trusted him but most importantly, I wanted him to know who I was. He never showed me his face and I didn't ask for it. Somehow, it made it hotter knowing that he could put up my pics online and I'd have no way of stopping him. After two months of regular conversations, he finally proposed a meeting. He sent me an address about an hour's drive away, far outside city limits and asked me to meet him there three days later. At first, I was scared. As long as it was online, there was an element of control but was I ready to meet someone knowing where it would end? I knew this was my only chance, to have what I had always wanted but I was nevertheless scared shitless. The thought kept bothering me until the day of our proposed meet. Yet, as scared as I was, I decided to go. The address was in a very isolated area. An abandoned factory was the only place around for miles and it seemed I was supposed to go inside. I walked up to the front door and tried to open it but it was locked. Confused, I was about to step out when the door opened and out stepped a big burly bouncer. "The fuck do you want?", he grumbled with a snarl. I was at a loss of words. What was this place and why was I told to come here? Where was my online friend? Did he prank me? Thoughts like these raced through my mind as I scrambled for words. Defeated, I turned around to leave when suddenly "Yo, come in. I know why you're here", the bouncer said. I was confused by his attitude but I decided to go inside. Once in, the door closed behind me and I found myself in a corridor. The bouncer asked me to follow him and we walked through the corridor until we came upon a large door. "Step in", he said pulling the huge door open. Inside, I found myself in a pub of some kind. Men of all kinds and ages were in there, drinking, conversing and enjoying themselves. I saw two guys drinking and chatting while rubbing each other's cock through the fabric of their pants. A rather large man was being aggressively kissed by a muscular dude who was squeezing the big man's hefty chub. A skinny dude was getting his nipples twisted by a silver fox, while getting his dick rubbed by another gentleman. I made my way towards the bar and ordered a beer. My friend was nowhere to be seen and I had zero clue as to why I was here. I downed my beer pretty quickly and ordered another, waiting for him to show up. Eventually, I realized I had been stood up and decided to call it a night. Suddenly, I felt my nipples being grabbed and twisted hard, making me moan. I felt a man's weight against my back with the smell of booze and man musk violating my nasal senses, while his hands worked my nipples. "I am glad you came boy." It was him! I tried turning around but he put more weight against me, preventing me from turning. I'm a strong guy, with years of weight training under my belt but this man was stronger, much stronger. "Just relax baby. Let me work those pig tits and you finish that beer." His words were like an aphrodisiac that calmed me down. I had a slight buzz going too, which might have helped in making me more suggestible and docile but I adhered to his words and kept sipping my drink while he played with my nipples. "You're hot, boy. Daddy's gonna like turning a hot guy into a real pig." His words went straight to my cock which started chubbing up quickly. He noticed it as one of his hands slipped down my body and rubbed my cock through my jeans. "Yeah, that's a nice cock. Looks like you're liking daddy's attention." "Fuck yeah daddy, feels so good." "Finish your drink and pay up. We are leaving boy," he said while withdrawing his hands from my nipples and cock. I downed my beer in one go and pulled up some cash when daddy stopped me. "No cash boy. Pay him with a card, Apple Pay or any other traceable shit like that." As weird as that instruction was, I did what he told me to. I pulled up my credit card and paid my tab. "Good boy. We are leaving now," he barked. He didn't wait for my answer as he walked towards the entrance door. I was frozen in place. The situation, as hot it was, was making me apprehensive. If I went with him, I was opening myself to something there was no coming back from. It was hot and part of me wanted it really bad but my conscious mind reigned supreme. I decided to slip out quietly without him noticing, saving myself from the situation I had put myself in. I waited for a few mins before slipping out. He was nowhere to be seen and I made a dash for my car. I had parked a little way off the road, away from anyone's sight, which gave me an advantage. Or, so I thought. "Going somewhere?" his voice boomed in the silent night, just as I was about to open the door to my car. "Mmm yeah, look, I gotta run. Something's come up at work," I stammered and opened the door of my car. "You sure boy?" his voice dropped a few octaves, turning into a slight whisper, as he started walking towards me. I was still facing my car when I felt him behind me. I was about to turn when I felt the sharp prick of something against my spine. It was a knife. The man had a knife to my back! My legs were shaking, I was sweating and breathing deep slow breaths, trying to stay calm. He stayed frozen too, his knife resting against my back, as the strong musky smell wafting off of him turned me on ever so slightly. Here I was, in a perpetual life and death situation, sporting a partial. At that moment, I felt truly fucked up as waves of both horniness and fear raced through my body. "Here's what's gonna happen boy. You are gonna leave your car here and you are going to come with me. Understood?" "Yes." I felt the knife pressing against my back harder as he leaned in closer to my ear. "Yes what boy?" "Yes...Yes sir." "Try again boy" "Yes..Daddy" "That's right boy. You're gonna love what Daddy has planned for you. All the fucked up shit you're too pussy to do by yourself, Daddy's gonna make you do it boy." He pulled the knife off my back and my body relaxed. I let out a deep breath to release my anxiety when I felt him push me against my car and push his weight against my back. "You don't have a choice anymore boy. If you think about leaving, you should know that this place is a known private club for poz men to meet. You used your card here, think what would happen if people found out." He pushed his crotch against my ass, letting it rest against my cheeks before continuing. "Besides, you wouldn't want Daddy to send all the naughty pics and texts to your contact now would you? What would they think of Ian, the closeted neg bug chasing pig trolling for poz dad dick on the internet." Hearing him blackmail me and use my fear against me made my cock throb and my body experienced a wave of pleasure that made me buckle. He put his arms around my front and held me steady, kissing my neck as he let me steady myself. "Relax boy, Daddy knows what you need piglet. You don't have to be scared of Daddy anymore because Daddy knows who you really are. What you really are." That's when I felt the sudden spurt of wetness expanding in the crotch area of my jeans. I had cum hands free, hard. Most importantly, I needed to do this. I was going to do this. I had no choice. --

I'm looking to spill my seed in a femboy, cd, trans mtf, ftm or what ever.

Wow never saw that one coming. You weave a very twisted tale LOL. Can't wait for the next chapter @losolent

oliver groaned and sighed as he reluctantly parted with a stream of piss and cum from his freshly fucked hole. Standing in the running shower Trey gently fingered the boys swollen cunt, coaxing a steady stream of sticky goo. "It feels nice doesnt it?" Trey held the boy and continued massaging the last of the hot seed from inside him. "oh yeah" Oliver sighed. "the first few are good but then it just gets so much better. I made all of them cum inside. even max." Trey turned the boy around gently and began tonguing his hole clean. "oh man thats nice" Oliver sighed, bracing himself against the wall as his hole reluctantly surrendered more cum. "tell me more about max" Trey mumbled. "Oh hes got a nice big cock. really pretty." Oliver sighed. "first he didnt want to play, but I got him to cum inside twice. you should have seen him. the look on his face when he started shooting. I knew he liked being inside me." Trey stood to his feet and turned the water off, tossing Oliver a fresh towel. "I know he didnt want to, but i even made him piss inside." "Oh i love that" Trey chimed. "feels so warm and full. having a tummy full of piss and cum is the best" As the sun rose doug bid farewell to the last of the evenings guests with his trademark smile. "did you two boys have fun?" he gently rested his hand on Olivers shoulder. "oh it was great, better than great, it was amazing. Thanks!" the boy swooned drearily with a yawn, "Oh dont mention it. Im sure we'll have another one of these get togethers soon and that pretty little pussy will be the star of the show." Oliver blushed at the thought of how many loads had been buried in him by the end of the festivities. Big bloated balls bouncing off his cheeks, throbbing and pumping into his tender frame, over and over. Draining the hot sticky juice from cocks was just second nature to him now. "Trey usually likes to sleep over since these things tend to run long, and I sure dont mind the company either." Doug dipped his middle finger into treys dripping hole, pulling him closer as he casually worked his digit in and out. "there he is, the laziest man in the house" doug remarked as Max plodded into the house. "did we have a little bit of fun tonight at least?" Doug knowingly asked. "n-nah. just kinda hung out as usual." max muttered, unaware that doug had watched the boy drain his nuts into Olivers talented litte pussy all night. "ive got tennis with my boyfriend tomor-er-today? so i need to get some sleep. nite pops." Doug patted Oliver on the shoulder and cleared his throat. "we've got a house guest tonight boy, little ollie heres had quite a few treats tonight and im sure he would like some well deserved rest. Have you met oliver?" Max nearly choked on the glass of water as he sheepishly waved to the boy. How could he miss him? The kid had locked eyes on him the minute he entered the home, like a hungry dog. "well i mean, i guess its better that i get going now then" max stammered. "nonsense. I wont have my own son deprived of a good nights sleep. We've only got the one guest bedroom, so you two will have to share a little." doug smiled, relishing the opportunity to unleash his pet oncemore on his own son. "oh i dont mind doug. I dont take up much space on the bed at all i promise." Oliver beamed at the nervous looking boy. "fine, whatever. its this way" max grumbled as he shuffled off down the hall. "legs up now trey, let me inside." Doug lifted the boys heels atop his shoulders and nudged his greasy tool against the boys welcoming pussy. As many lovely boys as he had dabbled in, he never seemed to get enough time inside trey. Trey watched as his accommodating young fuck hole swallowed dougs prick eagerly and let out a hungry, gutteral groan as the mans balls came to rest against him. "Did someone miss the nice big cock?" Trey nodded profusely as he fingered his nipples and bounced along in time to dougs powerful thrusts. He couldnt deny the mans thick shaft as it drove him closer and closer to cumming. "oh no, oh!" trey gasped as a rope of his own sticky seed sprayed across his stomach. "yes baby boy, thats it, cum for the nice big dick" Doug pounded relentlessly as he watched Treys little dick give up its sweet seed over and over. "hold it open for me baby" doug calmly pulled his engorged head from the boy with a satisfying pop as Trey obeyed and pulled his leaking gaped hole open. Doug enjoyed watching a boy accept his seed, but he delighted as well in resting the tip of his cock at the edge of their battered puffy holes and blasting his juice into them like a squirt gun. Doug jacked his foreskin a few more times before pulling back and spraying into the gaped boy. He swore he could hear the seed splash into him as he blasted his cream into the tender hole. "there we go, nice and full?" Trey nodded as doug flipped him over and spooned the boy, returning his fat cock to the boys warm guts. Trey knew doug would fuck him whenever he wanted, and the big prick buried in his cunt would act like a warm little plug, keeping the mans potent seed inside. contented for the moment, he drifted to sleep in the mans embrace. "I sleep in boxers" Max muttered as he drew the shades and slid into bed. "well i dont wear anything when i sleep."oliver beamed, curling up into bed against Max. "oh nonono, thats your side you little nympho." Max pushed the boy back. "i dont know what i was thinking fucking you.." "twice!" oliver chirped "yeah. I shouldnt have done that. Look, nobody can know about it okay? my boyfriend is a total sweetheart and he sure doesnt deserve some guy who blows loads in poz twinks at his dads fuck parties so...no more sex okay??" Oliver nodded with a smile. "I mean it, are you good? all done?" Oliver smiled and turned over. If a few dozen loads wouldnt keep him sated who knew what it would take. "night max" he mumbled as he flipped the switch on the nightstand lamp. A few hours had passed and Oliver huffed. Max was apparently quite a sound sleeper, but the drugs and sex meant he was still up. reaching back to massage his silky hole, he was rewarded with a gob of sperm. "god big cocks cum so much" he thought to himself, teasing the lips of his ass as he bit his lip. Then again given the chance Trey would probably have drank every load him him, his swirling tongue coaxing more and more man goo from the boy. the slippery sound of olivers fingers filled the room as he sighed in frustration. Turning over, he watched max snoring. "just a little peek" he grinned, sliding the sheets down until Max's bulging underwear came into view. "oh fuck yes" oliver whispered, before reminding himself that max was pretty adamant about no more sex. He fingered himself faster as he reached toward the opening in max's shorts. "just taking a peek max, dont mind me" Oliver slid the boys cock out. "hello there" Oliver whispered, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the head of the slumbering boys soft cock. "you look like you want to have a little fun" olliver thought to himself as he wet his fingertip and traced the boys sensitive head and glans. "atta boy, keep it coming nice and big" Oliver whispered, gently stroking the thickening prick until his fat cock throbbed before the boys eyes. Oliver admired the juicy pink head, giving it a lick before felating the boys stiff tool until it glistened. as max rolled to his side Oliver pulled the boys heavy balls out as well. Oliver couldnt just wake the boy up demanding a fuck, he had to be creative this time. If its one thing big cocks always love its a warm tight boy to slide up into. He'd seen it before, the natural desire to push inside. Guys might lie about it, but big cocks never do. grinning, he gently pumped Max's prick with his cum drenched hand and rolled to his side, positioning Max at the entrance of his hole. "be a good boy, come on, fuck the hole" Oliver whispered in anticipation as he gently massaged the head with his ring. "mmgh, danny" max mumbled as he stuffed himself into Olivers warm pink pussy. "danny" oliver snickered, lmowing the load Max was about to spew was certainly not going into his boyfriends butt tonight. Oliver milked Max's cock as the boy groaned. "getting nice and close maxie?" oliver hissed, no man with a cock as nice as max's would deny him their seed as max tensed and the familiar pumping began. "there we go max. pump it all out. good boy" ollie whispered. once max had softened, he gently slid the boy from his warm pussy and paused to admire the sight of the sticky, spent cock as it dripped a gossamer thread of sticky seed. Finally sated, Oliver rolled back to his side and sighed contentedly.

denverholebreeder [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/breeding-a-hungry-hotel-bottom-44800801 Just another bottom waiting to get stuffed. Met this guy online, he wanted some dick. Said he wanted to have his hole opened. I was happy to help

I hooked up with a guy in a parking garage in Chicago. It was three in the morning so we thought no one would be around. An older lady came around the corner and stopped. She had a puzzled look and then proceeded to get in her car and drive off. He kept fucking me until he dropped his load in me.

Asthma here and laid low for a few months. Started back up with a couple of regular FWB's that were also isolating at their homes. Once we figured out there were 2-3 of us that had cut back... we started up fucking around in June (Canada numbers have been pretty good). We still keep it restricted to a few of us... all 4 of us are happy to be able to get some mouth and ass again. I've average 3-4 loads a week from the same 3 guys since June. Life is good.

Part 2 When I finally turned around and saw him, it took my breath away. He was one of the ugliest men I had ever seen. His round pudgy face was filled with scars, his nose looked like it had been badly broken at some point and hadn't healed, his nostrils were shaped upwards with a gigantic septum piercing hanging, giving the illusion of an actual snout. A full, dirty beard decorated his face, his lips were thick, ashy and a little charred, with a piercing in his chin. Multiple ear piercings adorned his ears, which alongside the tattoos on his bald scalp, made him look like an absolute freak. To top it off, his natural scent was vile. A mix of sweat and something animalistic, the pungent scent attacked my nostrils making my nose burn a little. Any repulsion I faced was completely dissipated when he planted his lips on mine. His mouth tasted bad, smelled worse and yet, it was so erotic at the same time. I was shell shocked to kiss him back until I felt his palm grab my ass and squeeze my cheeks. It made me moan just enough for him to slip his tongue in, and I used it as an opportunity to kiss him back. I wanted this, I wanted this man to violate me. To fuck me, make me cry and squeal and spurt his toxic seed in my ass. We frenched hard for a few more minutes before he withdrew himself. He was smiling, like a predator that knows he's made the kill, and he led me away from my car. I walked with him, leaving my car behind, to his truck and off we went. An hour later, we pulled up to a farm. I was riding shotgun in Daddy's truck thinking about everything that had transpired. When we pulled up to the farm, I realized just how abandoned it truly was. Not a soul or a house around for miles, nobody who would know what went down at the farm. It was his own quiet corner, a place where he could be the true freak he was without judgement. He parked in the driveway and invited me inside. I was half expecting to find a dirty, filthy housing situation so it surprised me when I saw a nicely decorated farmhouse, befitting someone who lived alone. He offered me a beer , grabbed one for himself and we sat down on the couch. "Why did you try to run boy?" he broke the awkwardness in the air. "I,um....it..." I mumbled, unable to find the words. "You know what you want, your body knows what you want, part of your mind knows what it wants. So, why keep denying who and what you are?" "I..don't know what you mean," I blurted out. "Yeah you do. You want to be pozzed by daddy. But that's not the whole reason why you are here, is it boy?" he replied, the corner of his mind breaking into a slight grin. I kept my silence, knowing he would continue if I didn't respond. I knew why I was here and even though I didn't have the strength to say it out loud or even admit it, I knew he could smell it on me. "You're here to let go boy. Getting pozzed isn't the end goal, it's the beginning to what you've really wanted isn't it," his voice went down to a whisper, almost subliminal, as if he was speaking to my subconscious mind. He got up and sat next to me, placing his hand on my thigh and slowly rubbing it. "You want more than to be what you are. You want to be dirty, filthy, wretched even. You want to be corrupted by a beast and to become a beast. Isn't that right boy?" his hand was rubbing my thigh more aggressively now. "Why else would you find someone like me to poz ya? Most guys don't want to come close to me, let alone give up their holes. But you, you worked for it. You showed me you wanted it, despite knowing what I was. What kind of person does that, eh?" his hand moved up my thigh, resting next to my crotch, his fingers an inch away from my very throbbing cock. "You're a piglet boy. I see it inside, the desire to be a piglet for daddy. To be molded by daddy and turned into the pig you were born to be." As he finished his sentence, I saw him pulling a fat cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. I wasn't into smoking or smokers but watching him prepare the cigar and lighting it, there was something extremely sensual and sexual about it. His eyes were on me, tracking me, even when he was lighting his cigar up. I saw his hands run through the length of the cigar, like a cock being gently handled, before he lit it. He was still watching, as he let the smoke rest inside his lungs for a second, before exhaling all that smoke at me. It smelled weird and good. The smell was strong, and instantly gave me a weird taste on my tongue, but it smelled masculine. The strong aroma grabbed my attention towards itself, numbing my other senses as I breathed in the second hand smoke. Daddy kept puffing and huffing, pushing more smoke towards me, and the more I smelled the less inhibited I felt. My body was tingling, my mind felt empty and I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulder. A while later, daddy took a deep smoke breath and pulled me in for a kiss. He parted my lips with his, and pushed the smoke inside me, sealing my mouth and letting it stay in. The smoke filled up my lungs and its contents shot up through my blood into my brain. The sudden rush of endorphins made my cock chub harder in my pants, and I moaned around daddy's lips. He gave me an evil smirk and gave me mouthfuls of more smoke. Each puff made me deliriously high, chipping away my resistance & anxiety, and replacing it with a burning desire to please this sexy beast. "Tell me what you want boy. I wanna hear you say it," he said between mouthfuls of passing smoke. "Use me daddy, please fuck me," I said in breathless anticipation. "Try again boy." "Fuck me with your poz seed daddy, poz me please." "Good, a little more boy." "Oh fuck, ruin me daddy. Turn me into a filthy pig like you. Destroy me daddy. Destroy my life." "Yeah baby, that's it. Daddy's gonna turn you into his filth loving poz piglet. Daddy's going to wreck you, burn down everything you have and give you real purpose piglet. Is that what you want?" Yes, that is what I wanted. But it didn't feel right to tell him that as much as it would to show him. So, I stood up, placed myself in front of him and kneeled down. He watched in silence, deep in thought, yet his eyes glared down towards me. A few minutes later, he stood up so that his groin was in front of my face. Impulsively, I moved my head towards it to lick it through his trousers. SMACK! The stinging in my cheek was sudden, unexpected and painful. He had slapped me hard enough to knock the wind out of me & humiliated me. My penis and asshole, however, were turned on by his aggression and I felt them both come back to life. Dazed, I looked up at him, humiliation and arousal plastered on my face. "Thank you sir." He pushed my face towards his crotch, until my nose and mouth were on top of his hefty endowment. The smell was absolutely foul and rancid, and such an absolute turn-on. "Breathe it boy. Smell the cock that'll baptize you," he said softly, coaxing me almost like a child. The smell was overwhelming. The kind of smell that burns your nose, runs through your air canal and wrecks your respiration. It made my eyes water, my heart palpitate, my body sweat, and most importantly, my cock throb. He sat back down on the couch with my face still pressed against his covered crotch. I felt him move his upper body until a strong smell hit my nose, making me look up. There was daddy, completely shirtless, in all his masculine glory. He wasn't just hairy, he was furry. Staring from his beard to his lower abdomen, barely any skin was visible. Whatever little was visible, was covered in dark tattoos in shapes I didn't understand. His hefty pecs, while muscular once, had sagged slightly into beginner man-boobs. His nipples were over an inch long, with multiple piercings in them. But all of that was overshadowed by the creme-de-la-creme on his right shoulder where the hair was thinner. A blood red biohazard tattoo, beautifully carved and perfectly capturing the ghastly beast that he was. I was delirious with my own pleasure and started to lick his crotch, trying to melt the fabric with my spit. I wanted his dick so bad and I was going to have it, come hell or high water! "Strip boy." I quickly withdrew from his crotch and shed my clothes. Naked as the day I was born, I got back on my knees and got back to smelling his manhood. "Unlock and give me your phone boy." Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't even consider it but this was no ordinary circumstance and I was on a scent-high. I did as he asked, never questioning why he wanted my phone and got back to the task at hand. Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and pulled my face back. With his grip on, he stood up until he was towering over me. "Take off my pants pig," he said pointing my phone at me. The open flashlight made me realize that he was recording me serving him. I took his pants off, not realizing he was going commando. If the scent was strong before, it was extra powerful now. But who gave a fuck when I was seeing the most beautiful (& the most important) cock of my life. Pictures didn't do justice to his cock, which upfront, was sure to wreck whatever hole came across its path. As he let go of my hair, he grabbed his semi-hard dick and started to slap me in the face with it. The feeling of his meat and the metal pierced into it on my face was heavenly. It hurt so good and I found myself positioning my cheeks to receive his cock slaps, like a good slut. When he stopped, my cheeks were stinging and extremely sensitive. I looked up at him, begging him with my eyes to let me have a go at his cock. Thankfully, he obliged. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly pull back the foreskin. Doing so revealed an angry red cock head, his piercings and a whole lot of dried dick cheese. It was disgusting and smelled horrible. I wanted it and I could no longer wait. I attacked it like a mad man, pushing his cock head into my mouth in one go. The metal piercings scrapped against the inside of my mouth, the smegma made me sick for a second but I was in no shape to stop. Part of me was scared because I had started sucking without prompting but when his hand landed on the back of my head and pushed it deeper into his crotch, I knew I was okay. It was all the motivation I needed to continue sucking on his beautiful dick, and I braved my way to take as much as I could. "You love sucking on poz dick don't you pig?" "Umm...hmm," I muffled a response while sucking him. "You want it up your pussy don't you? My toxic cum up your hole, spreading through you, corrupting your body and mind, destroying you. Is that what you want pig?" "Mmhhhmmm." "Who's Sarah?" Daddy asked while looking at my phone. I didn't stop sucking so I couldn't respond which pissed him off. He pushed my face off his cock and kicked me in the nuts. I yelped out at the sudden pain and grabbed my balls. "DON'T TOUCH THEM YOU FUCKING PIG & ANSWER ME," his palpable rage scared me and I quickly composed myself. "She's my Yoga instructor sir." "Well, not anymore. I don't think she's gonna be keeping you as a client after she sees the pics and videos I sent of you slurping on my cock and begging for my toxic cum." My mind went numb. Suddenly, this wasn't a fantasy anymore. It was all too real and it all came crashing on me. "Don't act like you didn't want it, pervert. You wanted this deep down, it's why you're still hard. It's why you haven't asked for your phone back yet and it's why you're going to get my toxic load." He was right, despite the overwhelming fear of being outed, part of me got off on this. Not knowing what I was supposed to say, I got back to doing what I was before and started sucking him. "Think of it as punishment for trying to run out earlier pig. This should remind you who's in-charge." The man was going to be my end because everything he said, despite how sick, depraved and fucked up it was, was turning me on more and more. "Tonight my pig boy, we start to destroy your life and build a new one." To be continued.....

I have to say I don't often go to cruising grounds. In my experience it's often just a lot of walking around and waiting - and then if you're lucky you get to suck a cock but that's it... Not worth it! Still, yesterday there seemed to be nothing online, so I went out to a cruising area just for the heck of it. If nothing else it was hot and sunny weather so at least I could tan my butt cheeks... I found a nice spot in a clearing - with a fallen tree that would serve just fine for leaning over... So I got naked and bent over the tree and decided to give it 15 minutes or I'd get up and leave. 14 minutes came and went - I kept myself entertained on my phone, so I could also keep track of the time - but then I heard something behind me. Obviously I instantly dropped the phone and did my best to perk up the arse and make it look inviting! The man stopped a few metres behind me, presumably considering whether he wanted my arse or not, but in the end he walked up to me and started fondling my cheeks. Now, once you touch my arse I go electric and just need to be fucked!!! I had lubed up before I bent over the tree trunk, so I reached back and caught one of his hands and led it to my hole so he could finger me and feel I was wet and definitely ripe for plucking... Fortunately he seemed to agree, and I heard his zipper and then I felt his cock against my arse so quickly that I knew he hadn't taken the time to put on a condom. Since I was all lubed up and ready he just shoved it in balls-deep from the beginning and started pounding hard - he made me squeal a little, but the place was secluded enough that this wasn't really a problem, and the only people who seemed to hear me were men who were there for the same purpose as us... I think I heard a few guys rustling about in the forest around the clearing, hopefully watching me getting fucked. And one apparently came closer and at one point exclaimed "yeah, fuck him harder!", so that was pretty hot. When the man had done his bit and unloaded deep in my satisfyingly pounded-out guts I stayed in position bent over the log, perhaps vainly hoping somebody would replace him... Well, that didn't happen, but I did stay there bent over long enough for the cum dripping out of my hole to dry in the hot sunshine. And one mustn't be greedy. One cock and one load can be satisfying enough, though of course a dozen cocks and loads would be nicer...

All right, you asked for it, lol. Here's the final instalment. Epilogue Several months later… I left the crowd behind me as I stepped on to the back porch of the fetish bar, not caring about the almost negative wind chill, and winter’s hateful snowfall. Thank goodness that whole nonsense with the Covid is over, and people are out enjoying themselves again. And the boys are as hungry as ever, making up for lost time, and plundering holes and nutsacks as much as they can. A lot of earlier limits don’t matter so much now - barely legal, geriatric, pretty, overweight, meth heads, toxic - they are all practically foaming at the mouth for sex. The best part is they don’t even ask status anymore. I’ve put a significant number of notches in my bedpost since my summer visit with Rick as a result. I pulled the Asylum from my motorcycle jacket’s front pocket, clicked open the torch, and a blaze erupted before my face. I turned the thick stick in my mouth, puffed hard, and when the cherry was fully lighted, off went the torch. Rick was right - I *am* a cigar pig, and while my bank account isn’t too happy with the new deduction (nor are my lungs or my doctor), I don’t give a fuck. I’m connected to this, and it’s a great memory of a man I no longer see. As the smoke curled upward, I began to reflect on how I got here. Rick’s bugs did the trick. I went home and back to my normal life, though by the end of the weekend, I bought a full box of fat cigars, a guillotine, and a torch. My house is now powerfully impregnated with their odor. When my sister came to visit, she said, “It smells like a humidor in here.” And every time I fire up, I remember her saying that and how Rick gave me what I wanted. Then the seroconversion came twelve days later. I awoke in the night, frying and freezing at the same time. The bedsheets were already quite soaked with sweat, and it didn’t take me two seconds to realize that Rick actually did it. All it took was one dose of his toxic poz seed, and my destroyed hole, and we were there. I actually had my doubts prior to this night, and talked myself into believing that Rick refused to break character until I was out the door. Ten bucks says he went straight to his chest of drugs and resumed his medication. Then I got only silence from him. No contact whatsoever. No follow-up, no text saying “Hey, how’s your hole doing?”. Just … nothing. The first morning after the conversion, I texted him briefly. “Yo, Rick. It’s happening. I feel like I’m dying. Congratulations, you’re a poz dad! And thank you.” A few minutes passed, then I got back a single emoji as a reply: 😈 No other words accompanied it. Didn’t hear from him again. I think he’s mad at me. It was entirely his decision to come off the meds, but I think maybe he hates himself for it, and doesn’t want to deal with me. I broke his perfect healthy world with my request, and maybe he couldn’t take the stress of it. I really don’t know what happened. His friends say he’s fine, just “super busy”, but no real details of anything about him or his life. But I choose to not cling to people that don’t want to talk to me, so I let it go after a few weeks. And I was unbelievably horny after I was able to walk again. The sickness lasted only a couple days, and it was no worse than the usual flu, though I did have diarrhea rather badly at the start. And then it was over. But the horn - it never fucking stopped! As soon as I felt like myself again, I got on my hookup sites, changed my status on my profiles, and let the world know I was poz. An avalanche of messages and winks and woofs suddenly popped into my message centers, and I was a very busy boy! My hookups went from me just being a bottom ho to a full-on top poz breeder. After the first three days of constant sex, I had to give myself rest. My dick was rubbed so raw that I was getting a scab on the shaft, and my balls were shooting out less and less cum from being emptied so often. They couldn’t turn it out fast enough! So far, I’ve had eleven confirmed conversions, but most of the others are unknown. They didn’t report any change, so I didn’t ask. I fuck them, I dumped a hot charged load in them, and leave them. On to the next one, and I seldom see the same guy twice. It’s about quantity while I’m still super infectious. Guess I’m making up for lost time, too. Eventually it caught up to me when I nailed a prissy bear, and when I told him, “I’m going to infect you now,” he screamed the walls down until his neighbor came, and seeing the bear in restraints - which was his fantasy - and me naked over him… Well, let’s just say I lost a tooth that day. It’ll be a long time before I go back into that part of the city. But I have no regrets. I would have liked to have more control over when it happened, but as it was my inevitable destiny, I may as well embrace it. And I did. My toxic seeds are being spread by others, some known, others not. And it’s fucking empowering. I’m like a nasty poz god, corrupting countless men’s holes without ever leaving my street. It made me chuckle. While lost in these memories, I realized I’d smoked nearly half the cigar, and have been out here almost twenty minutes. I silently stared at the night sky. So many stars. And for some reason, I said aloud, “The seeds that go out from my body. Look at the stars. I cannot count them, but so shall my seed be.” It was a perverted quote and I found it hilarious. As my mind wallowed in the humor of the situation, I flicked my ash over the wooden balcony. “I never took you to be a biblical scholar,” a voice suddenly said next to me. My head quickly turned to the left to face the voice, but I couldn’t make out the face. The alley back here was too damn dark to see distinctly if it wasn’t directly in front of you, plus this space was quite smoky. The person came closer. My eyes widened. It was him. He gave me the once-over at my new look. “Looks like my work was more thorough than I thought.” I was stunned. “Rick! Shit the bed, how have you been?” I was overjoyed at this unexpected reunion. I hugged him tightly and released him quickly. “I’ve been asking around about you since the summer, and no one could give me a straight answer, but fuck! It’s good to see you!” “Easy, bro,” he said, raising his gloved hand. “After we fucked, I needed to get away, so I took a long trip around America. I needed to be away from people, and Covid, and politics, and just took a long extended vacation. I’m back on the meds, and healthy again.” “That’s good.” “Are you happy with the life you’ve chosen?” His usually musical tone was suddenly monotone and discordant. I looked away for a second. I put the Asylum back in my jaw, and pulled up my leather pants by grabbing the belt buckle with both fists. I posed seductively as if for a motorcycle calendar. My Muir cap tipped slightly, and I said, “What do YOU think?” with a big grin on my face. He gave several small nods of the head in approval. “Very good, you look like a genuine leatherman. But what have you done with my… gifts?” He said that last word rather knowingly. I turned my head away ever so slightly. “Oh, you know, the usual. Seedin’ and breedin’. Staying off the meds as long as I can take it. Life is for the living, and I am doing it on my terms.” Non-committal responses? “Steve, you’re an asshole,” I thought to myself. Rick’s face contorted to incredulity. “You’re still not on them? Dude. Fuck.” He shook his head, blinked once or twice, and sighed. “It’s your life. Do what you want. Also, do this.” He pulled his right hand forward, and for the first time, I saw a chain in his hand as a smaller body came forward from behind him. It was a human pup, completely dressed in his fetish gear. A few extra pounds, but his color was definitely blue, and he didn’t speak unless spoken to. The chain in Rick’s hand ended around the pup’s neck. “Dog. I picked this one up in Florida. MONSTER COCK and deadly as fuck.” Rick said proudly. “I’m showing him a good time while I still can. AND he has a greeting present for you. Dog?” The pup cocked his head, listening. “Give him a Cuban Delight,” Rick said to Dog in an evil voice, followed by a grin to match. “Ruff!” He did his best imitation of dog panting. “You’re gonna die tonight.” I could see a fire behind Dog’s eyes. He was also charged, like Rick and me, but with… something different. Curious. 🤔 I stubbed out my cigar, smiling wickedly. I knew I was about to get another upgrade. “This oughta be good.” THE END

last night I was really itching for some. I'm a bit picky so I hit up my friend who's a cop, he's around 40 years old, fit, buzzed head, blue collar kind of guy. now let me tell you a bit about his dick. it's huge- about 9 inches long and almost as thick as a coke can- and I'm no power bottom. every time we've tried to fuck with a condom it hurts too much, I've even cried before lol. anyways I started prep about a month ago and decided to finally take the plunge into some hot bareback. I told him he could fuck me raw. I was over in about 30 min, sucking his dick until he flipped me on my back and started eating me out like never before, I guess he was excited. he slicked it up and i took a hit of amyl and the entire fuckin thing was in me in about 20 second- something that never happened before in the 6 months or so that I've known him. let me tell you, it felt fucking great. I blew my load in 10 minutes and he blew his inside me shortly after. will definitely be going back for more soon.

My first attempt at this and purely fiction so cut me some slack, please. And it's getting later (and the story is getting longer) then I intended but if you guys like it, I'll add more. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I work in a call center for a local insurance group. Nothing exciting or very challenging. It's located in a strip mall that used to have a lot more traffic till the economy tanked. As it is its just us and a hair stylist across the parking lot. Across the street is a large park that backs up to the local high school. The park has your normal park bench/tables but as you get close to the high school football field there are some metal bleachers. Now, let me say up front I am not a chicken hawk. I like my men to be MEN! Boys just don't do it for me. Yeah, yeah I hear all the time 'those tight asses', but I'd rather have a man who meets me thrust for trust and whose ass knows just exactly how to suck on my cock! On the flip side, (pun intended), if I'm the bottom I don't want my top to blow his load in three strokes or he just shoves it in and out with no finesse. Give me an experienced man any day. I get an hour for lunch so I generally grab my lunch and a book and head over to the park. My lunch is usually at 1:45 so the kids are usually in class anyway. One day I was seated at one of the park tables eating my lunch. The table was located under a large spruce which provided some nice shade on the hotter afternoons. This particular day I glanced-up when someone took a seat at the other end and opposing side of the table. The guy who had just settled onto the bench was one of the hottest young men I've seen in my 32 years. He was right on the cusp of manhood, but still has that boyish look, like he could be anywhere from 15 to 21. He stands around 5' 6", but compact as hell, maybe around 110 pounds. He was wearing a form-fitting Champion shirts that one might buy at Target, and he was obvious had had a great six pack going on, as well as the 'Y' shaped bod most of us older men fondly remember and remember fondling years later. He had dark brown chestnut hair with hints of red, a smooth complexion that was pale as milk, even in the middle of August, a small rather sharp nose, a strong chin, over all the type of classic looks that would get you anywhere or anything. I'm not a slouch but I'm nothing like this kid. I'm 6' and around 180lbs. I do my yoga, ride my bike and watch what I eat, so I'm slim, but not ripped like this kid. I have normal brown hair with a fair share of silver which started when I was 16. I have a very young looking face but with the silver in my hair and my goatee it cause people to give me a second glance. I have attractive features some say I'm handsome, others say I'm cute, so I guess I some where in the middle. Also, from all my biking I also have a great ass, and my cock, although not porn star material, at just over eight inches, and is a little thicker then most. The other thing about me is I never pull out. I can't, no matter how hard I try. It's as if my body refuses to stop till the seed is planted. I'm the same way as a bottom don't you dare pull out till every drop is where it should be. As I checked him out, (discretely, I thought), the guy look over at me and asked "Ahhh, is it ok if I sit here? It's kind of hot on the bleachers and it's easier for me to do my study hall outside away from... I mean I'd rather be outside then cooped-up." "Sure, not like I need the whole bench for my seven course meal," smiling at him and my joke. Apparently my approach hit home 'cause he smiled, seemingly a bit more at ease. I got back to my book as he unloaded his backpack, taking out a couple of books and some paper. I was trying desperately to concentrate on my book, but after reading the same sentence for the fifth time in ten minutes, it was pretty obvious (at least to me), that this wasn't going to work. I was just about to head back to work when the guy wadded up the sheet of paper on which he'd been doing some figures, and angrily ripped another sheet from his notebook. "Having some problems there?" I couldn't help but ask. "Yeah I'm not to bright and this math isn't really easy for me." "Well, some people just don't have a knack for math. My sister is one of them. She's a wiz with grammar though and can write a thesis in no time flat, but balancing a checkbook is like rocket science to her." "Well, that may be but I'm not good at math and no good for most things, as I'm just not that bright." This struck me as pretty odd, since as good looking as he was, I expected he'd be bragging about something, anything, but instead he just keep putting himself down. My paternal instincts start to kick in and I just want to help this kid. "Here let me take a look and see if I can help." I reach over for his book. "Do you mind?" "Oh no, here" and he hands over his book, albeit a bit reluctantly. As I took a look at the book, I saw that it was basic algebra, which I had studied it in my freshman year. I thought to myself "Maybe he isn't so bright but damn, with those looks he really doesn't need to be." "Which problem are you working on?" "Number 12." "Ok, so here we have..." and we spent the next 20 minutes working on his assignment. To my surprise he wasn't really stupid, he just didn't know how to approach the problem, even if he seemed to know the rules of algebra. Once I showed him where to start the analysis, he got right down to it, and he seemed quite capable, so I just handed him the book and said "Ok, do it." After a minute or so he said with a happy smile, "I think I've got this now." "Sure looks like it to me, but hey, I have to get back to work. Oh, and by the way, my name is Jason." "Quinn. Very nice to meet you. Uh, I know we just met and all, but can I ask you a favor?" Here it comes. He's been hustling me and now comes that hit on. "Sure you can ask" I replied very flatly. "I see you out here every day. If I have any more problems with my home work, could I run them by you?" Caught completely off-guard because this was NOT what I was expecting, all I can do is nod my head and stutter "Ahhh sure, yeah ok, but shouldn't you ask your parents for help?" He looked at me, obviously surprised by my question, and replied "You don't know who I am?" "Yeah sure, you're Quinn, the kid I just helped. Should I know more?" At this Quinn lit-up like a Christmas tree and replied with a smile "No, not really," as packed-up his book and papers, got-up and began the walk back to the school. As he left I had a clear view of the sweetest ass ever. It wasn't quite a bubble butt, more like just RIGHT THERE. And it was so firm I found myself wishing I was his shorts, especially since it was obvious he didn't wear any underwear. Then he turned around and called-out, "Hey Jason, if you're up for it, could you help me tomorrow? I have a test on Friday and could really use your help." "Sure" as I swallowed and literally wiped the droll that was trying to escape the corner of my mouth. This was how it started. Next thing I knew I was tutoring Quinn on my lunch break, which was a combination of shear torture, frustration and pride. Yes pride, 'cause although this young man had my hormones racing, it also felt good to be able to help someone who really needed it. It turned-out Quinn was very bright, but no one seemed to want to take the time to find out. I also noticed that the other kids seem to avoid him. As discretely as I could, I asked him about their behavior and he shrugged it off, saying "Their parents don't want them around me 'cause of my mother. Besides I'm too old." Thinking very quickly, I decided to explore the less-sensitive of the two prongs he brought-up, so I responded "Now that's an odd thing to say. How old are you?" "I turned 19 two weeks back. They say I'm to old to stay here, but as long as I don't cause any problems I can finish out the year. I got held back a couple of years cause my mom didn't get me to school enough and I missed too many days." "I'm sorry to hear that, but we'll get you through with flying colors" and with that I grinned, and again he lit-up. Damn I loved to see him smile like that. It's as if the sun had gone nova or something. Then a few weeks later, when I got back from my lunch break, my friend John, who was also my supervisor, came-up and quietly said "So smooth, ain't he. Young and nubile yet knows just what to do." "What the fuck" I asked just a bit to loudly "are you insinuating?" All I could see was red and I was on the verge of decking my supervisor and friend. He was not put-off, however. "Oh please. Don't get all high and mighty with me. Everyone know's Quinn's mom pimps him out and he just about the best 'ride' out there." It was like someone just dumped ice water on me. I just stood there, shocked, my mouth agape. That a woman could do that to her own son! And then to have a friend, who I thought knew me better, then all-but accuse me of joining in on the fun was just to much. In a very quiet voice I looked stared at John saying merely "You have confused me with one of your sick perverted fantasies, and you evidently don't know me, and for that matter I guess I don't know you as well as I thought I did. If you EVER bring this up to me again I will have you in front of HR so fast you'll have no clue what hit you, and then I'll let Missy know just how much you know about that 'smooth ride'! With that I turned around and went to my desk seething the entire way. For the next hour I couldn't get a damn thing right. My calls sucked, my follow-ups where none existent, and finally I got a call from the branch manager, Tim, to come into his office. As I entered the office I saw John was also there and the anger I had tried to control burst out: "Just what the fuck did you tell him? Did you just telll him about what you thought I was...." "JASON!" Tim said firmly "there is something we need to discuss and I need you to settle down please. Now this is a small office and conversations are easily overheard. Now, close the door and take a seat." As I turn a glaring eye on John I noticed he looked a bit dejected, and he was beat red. "I happened to be coming in the back door from my lunch when I over heard you two talking. Now as branch manager I'm required to report inappropriate comments from supervisors to employees to the HR department, regardless of whether or not the individuals are, or used to be, friends." With this he gave a rather flat look to John, "but I would prefer to handle this another way - if you two consent." Just by the tone of his voice, I was sure John had already consented to whatever Tim had in mind, so I needed to be careful. "Ok, how do you want to handle this." "Well, it may surprise you to know I know Quinn, and have always felt he had more potential, but I've never been in a position to help. I now find myself in a position to where I can give a small amount of assistance. It seems you've taken him under your wing and have been helping him with his homework. Don't look so surprised, Jason, You used to come back from lunch 15 minutes early, and now you're racing for the time clock, generally five minutes late. So I figured that we could make this a win-win for almost everyone." Again he gave John that flat look that basically said 'Except for you and you'd better just like it.' Tim continued his remarks, saying "I'd like you to increase your tutoring efforts with Quinn, and I'll give you an extra half hour for lunch that you can devote to this purpose. To cover the lost time either John will cover your shift, or if you prefer, you can simply work a half-hour longer each day, your call. In addition, given the onset of Fall and Winter, I'll give you the keys to the empty office next door so you can tutor Quinn in there. In addition I'll have a coffee pot set-up, or hot chocolate for you two, as well as provide paper and pens. You think about it and you can let me know by the end of the week." "No that wont be necessary" I replied without hesitation. John's head jerked-up and he was sweating like a pig with that deer in-the-headlights look. "I'll do it. I'll just work an extra half-hour at the end of the day." John suddenly look relieved, but didn't look at me or Tim. Tim looked at John, asking "Does that work for you?" Rising to his feet, John replied "Yes sir, I'll take care of the supplies for the next room and get the coffee and cocoa" and with that he headed for the door. "John, don't forget to get Jason a set of keys as well." "Yes sir" and with that he was out the door. As I stood to follow John, Tim said "Jason, please shut the door and take a seat." I shut the door, took a seat, and gave Tim a sexy wink, trying to make my voice sultry "Yes, boss, anything for you, sir!" Tim and I went way back. We actually roomed together in college, and although he is now married, he and I had some fun times before then. Now he's totally devoted to Laura, his wife and she in turn loves me to death so all's good, but Tim and I still occasionally chuckle about the old days. Tim laughed and then said, "Hey, I need to tell you a few things okay. Just between us." With that I had the worrisome thought 'Is everyone fucking this poor kid?'. "Don't get that look. It's not what you're thinking. You know how long Laura and I've been married." "Well duh I WAS your best man, or was I her brides maid? One of the two, at any event." We both chuckled at that. "Ok, smart ass. How long have Laura and I been married?" "You two were married Dec 21, 1994 'cause you wanted everyone to be there, so you lined-it up with Christmas since everyone was going to be there for the holiday." "Right. And you remember my bachelor party?" "Well some of it. I kind of got lost under Jack Daniels so that I had an excuse for not playing touchy feely with the lap dancer. Ick. For days all I could remember about her was her boobs, and I remember thinking 'I just don't see what you guys see in them'." "Jason,....that lap dancer is Quinn's mom." "OH! SHIT!" "OH wait, OH HELL NO!" I'm mentally adding up dates and suddenly it dawns on me. "Is Quinn your son!? No he can't be. He doesn't look anything like you." As I said this, Tim reached into his desk drawer and pulled out an old photograph, sliding it across the table to me. "This is my father when he married my mom. I took after her, but do you see what I see?" And there in the photo was Quinn, Maybe not exactly Quinn but close enough. Tim continued saying "I've always wanted to help him, but as understanding as Laura is, I'm not sure she'd be THIS understanding. I can't see her accepting that I fathered a son with the town whore. I don't think it would fly too well. So yes, I do have an ulterior motive, but I know you'll do what's best for him and I trust you." "Well thank you for telling me and I fully understand. I love Laura to death but yeah, somethings are better left unsaid." I left Tim's office feeling a bit overwhelmed by it all. I never thought helping a young man on my lunch break would open up such a large can of worms! The next week brought with chill winds of autumn and we were both happy to be inside. Quinn and I were quit comfortable around each other by now and I pretty much could read him. Like most people he had his good day and bad days but he never really let it show I could just sense it but knowing his mother and how things where I didn't want to pry to much. One day though we had a major turning point, which I should have honestly expected. Quinn showed up and he seemed very uncomfortable, just kept fidgeting and wouldn't sit still. "Quinn, what's wrong?" "Nothing, I'll be fine." "Ok saying you'll BE fine, means your not fine right now what's wrong?" "I'm just sore. That's all." "Sore?" "Yeah, Mom had some work for me and I guess I just over did it." "Wait, what kind of work?" I could feel my temper working up to a full steam. Quinn just looked at me like he was ready to breakdown. I couldn't take it, so I pulled his chair close to me and put my arm around his shoulders, saying softly, "Hey, you can talk to me. It's ok." "I don't want you to hate me like everyone else." "What?! Why would anyone hate you?" At this he started to shake all over and tears started running down his face "Cause my mother's a whore and I'm a whore too, I have to be 'cause she is." At this I thought he would just shake himself apart. I pulled him tighter to me and stroked his back, which cause's him to flinch. "Hey hey, its alright. I don't hate you, in fact I'm very proud of you, you know that right?" as I backed away a little. "How can you be proud of a whore's son?" "Hey stop that now! Just because your mother chose that doesn't mean that's what you have to be!" "But I am, I've had to in order to have a place to stay or food. Mom uses most what she gets for drugs and if I don't do what she says she will kick me out and I have no place to go and I have to finish school this year or I won't be able to and..." at this point Quinn is starting to get the sub-sups and can't speak to clearly. I move closer to him again sensing he needs comfort, he leans into me but as I put my arms around him he stiffens up. "Hey buddy, it's ok. I won't do anything to you." "It's not that it just hurts." "I know, buddy, people shouldn't treat you like that." "No, it's not just that. My back side hurts" he mumbled and then started sniffing again. "Ok, let's take a look." "NO! You can't see me like that" "Hey, hey, hold on. Take it easy. I just want to make sure you're ok, that's all. I need to know how badly you're hurt." "Please, I don't want you to hate me" he sobbed. I gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face me, and looking directly in his eyes I told him the truth: "Quinn, I will never hate you for what your mother makes you do, or for what other people do to you. I've grown to care for you a great deal. You're practically a son to me. Now please let me see." With a little coaxing I got Quinn to turn around and lift up his shirt. All across this gorgeous young man's back and below the waistband of his pants were welts. I was shaking with rage, and seeing my reaction, Quinn started to cry again. "I knew you'd hate me." I quickly put both my hands on either side of his face and pulled him to me. "I do NOT hate you. I hate who ever did this to you." And with that I leaned over and kissed those perfect lips. It was just a peck, that was all, but every part of my body screamed to make it more. 'This young man is mine - how dare anyone touch him like that' raced through my brain. With ever ounce of my being I pulled back and, with my thumbs, wiped his tears away. "Is it worse below your belt? Did who ever did this to you hurt your privates." I felt kind of silly referring his cock that way, but to my mind he was still a kid, no matter that my hormones were trying to convince me otherwise. "No, it's the same." "Ok." I took a deep breath to calm myself. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Jason, you can ask me anything." "Ok, this isn't going to be easy but I need to know. When your mother has you do these 'jobs' for her, do you use protection?" "Yes. Always. Mom says I'm no good to her if I'm diseased and she makes it clear they can do anything but that." "Ok. I know that but do they ever force you to, well you know, not use protection?" "Once in a while, but I never let them and I'm always careful to keep an eye on everything cause if I get diseased then I'll have no place to go." "Ok, well that is not true." And with that I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote my address and phone number down for him. "You can call me or come over anytime. I don't care if it's two in the goddamn morning. If you need a place, call me or come over. He looked at the address and asked "Hey, this is over by Shanty Mart, right?" "Yeah, just cross the street and two houses down. With all the plants in front." Hey I'm gay, okay, and have to have a front yard to make Martha proud! Quinn sagged into my chest and mumbled "Thank you Jason, you don't know what this means to me." He hugged me and turned then around as if he was afraid again, saying "I need to get going. Mom will be expecting me home soon." "Ok, but remember call or come over if you need to/" "I will" as he headed out the door. Two days later it was Saturday and I had a full day: grocery shopping and running errands in the rain sucks, and not in a good way! I was in my robe, and having just finished dinner, I was washing up dishes. As I glanced-out the window I saw someone walking on the sidewalk across the street. I didn't think much at first, other then the poor sucker should have a rain coat or something. A bit later, as I was rinsing I saw what seemed to be the same person walking by, going the other way. Again at first I didn't think much about it - whoever it was just must have forgotten something at the market. But then a third trip and I realized the person seemed to be looking at my house and he (or she) had my full attention. As I peered through the rain, trying to get a clear view, I thought 'That can't be Quinn', but I put down my dish towel and headed for the door, knowing internally that it was him. I opened the door as he was headed down the street yet again. "Quinn?" He stops and turns around and looks at me. Even at this distance I can tell he's upset. "Quinn, get in here now!" He jumped, but hurried towards my house. "I'm sorry Jason, I didn't know where else to go" He sobbed, throwing himself into my arms. Now, as hot as it is to have a gorgeous young man throw himself into your arms, it's not so much when you are wearing only a bath robe and the gorgeous young man is soaked to the bone in 30 degree rainwater. Perhaps 97% of my body was eager to get the hell away from the cold, while 3% of my body was stretching up to get a better view. It's amazing how my dick has its own brain. I swear it does! "That's why I gave you my address, silly. Come in and let me get you something warm to eat and wear." I pulled him into the house, and he stood there, dripping water everywhere. "Ok, hold on. Stand right there and take your shoes and clothing off." I swear my dick was doing talking and it just over-rode my brain. I went to my bedroom, grabbing a spare robe as well as some towels out of the closet. Coming out of my room and I swear my cock just snickered that he had gotten one over on me. When I told Quinn to take off his clothing, It never crossed my mind what the total impact of seeing this young god completely naked would have on me. Now I found myself stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw on the floor, fighting with my hormones. Even as I took in the scene, I found myself telling myself he was too young, that he was just a kid, he wasn't my type: Quinn's body was ever more perfect then I thought. It was fairly obvious he did some serious abs work outs as he sported a washboard stomach, full pecs, and the smallest nipples I'd even seen. His legs were muscular, and not one pubic hair to be found, no treasure trail, no peach fuzz on the balls, nothing. Of course this only made what looked to be no less then a 10 in cock to look even bigger. I though 'How can someone that petite have such a huge cock? I mean if he gets hard he'll just tip over'. I couldn't stop staring. Frankly, he looked like Michelangelo's David, just with a better dick. Absolutely perfect. "Ahhmmm, my mom makes me shave it all off. She says that the guys like that." Poor Quinn. He was flushing beet red, mistaking my stare of lust for repulsion. "No, it's ok. I just forgot you don't wear underwear." "How did you know that I don't?" Oops. Caught. "Well, ahhh, with the shorts you were wearing this summer it would have been obvious if you did." "Oh, ok. Hey, could I have the towel please? I'm freezing." With a guilty start I rush over to him and handed him the towels. "I'm so sorry. Here, dry off and then put on this robe. Have you eaten? I'll make some hot chocolate to warm you up." With that I dashed into the kitchen, calling out "I just finished putting away some chicken Cesar salad - if you'd like some." "I don't want to inconvenience you more then I already have." "Quinn, stop it. I just said I just put it away. It's right here and you're never an inconvenience. Ok?" I quickly threw together a salad for him and had just set it on my kitchen table when he walked in wearing nothing but my robe, his wet clothing in his hads. Fuck, I was jealous of that robe right then and there - wrapped around his body like that. "What should I do with these?" "Here, let me have them." I took the clothing from him, wrapping them up in the towel he had used to dry off, just so the clothing didn't drip all over the floor. "Sit down and eat and I'll put these in the wash" I hear the hair slide across the floor as I open the closet with the washer and dryer and get his clothes started. I come back into the kitchen and he's packed away the salad already. "Damn were you hungry or what? Do you want some more? I have plenty really." "No thank that was plenty, but can I have another cup of chocolate please?" "Of course" I grabbed his empty cup and turned quickly so as not to stare - the robe has parted in all the wrong <RIGHT> places and I was trying to control myself. I filled the cup with water, shoved it into the microwave and turning, asked "So, what's up?" "Mom has a job and I needed to be else where, and as it's too late to hang at the mall, I thought I'd see if it was ok to come over." The microwave shut off and I took out the water, added the coco, stirred it up and turned to face Quinn who was seated at my table practically naked. I set the cup down in front of him and sat in the chair across from him with the table hiding everything below the waist. Just looking at his chest was problematic enough. "Well you welcome to stay the night if you don't mind the couch. It folds out into a bed so you should be comfortable enough." "Really? You don't mind? Do you want anything in exchange?" He said this almost fearfully like he expected the worst. "No, my young friend, I don't expect anything in return." "Jason, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Are you gay? You never talk about women, but you also have never tried anything with me, although it seems at times like you would like to." "Yes, I'm gay, but I've only ever wanted to help you. I don't take advantage of kids." "I'm 19. Only to my mom's 'friends' am I a kid." "Well, I'm NOT your mom's friend. In fact, and I'm sorry if I upset you when I say this, but I'd gladly string her up by her twat and hang her for what she's done to you!" I had to take a few deep breaths to collect myself, 'cause again I was at war with myself. Part of me was infuriated with the injustice of what she did to him, and in my mind, no one had the right to touch MY boy! "I'm not upset. I've kind of stopped loving her. I just stay there 'cause I have to to finish school." "Okay. Well, enough depressing shit. Are you tired or do you want to watch a movie? Also, you're more then welcome to use the shower anytime you like. Just use the towels hanging next to it. They're clean." "I think I'll take a shower and go to bed." "Okay, young man. While you shower I'll make up the bed and I'm gonna hit the sack myself. Help yourself to the kitchen if you get hungry." With that we both stood up and his robe parted briefly. He gathered the robe back in place, but not before my dick took notice. I quickly adjust my robe and headed down the hall to get fresh sheets for his bed. Quinn followed right behind me. "Bathroom is right here. Help yourself." Quinn walked past me, only to stop, and turning towards me, he said "Jason, thank you so much." With that he hugged me and I could see he was trying not to cry. I put my arms around him, as I also firmly clenched my dick between my thighs. "Hey bud its what friends do" Quinn then kissed my neck and I think I heard him mumble "I love you" and then he was off into the bathroom. I grabbed the linen and headed over to make the bed thinking 'Fuck. I'm gonna have blue balls for days'. I made-up his bed and my task done, I headed into my room. I usually sleep naked but figured I should probably better put something on, so I grabbed a pair of loose boxers and got into bed. I could hear Quinn when he got out of the shower and a minute or so later I heard him rummaging around, getting settled into bed. Surprisingly, I quickly fell asleep, and I found myself having the most incredible dream. David had come to life just for me. He's gently caressing my chest and ever so delicately nibbling my tits, as he whispered to me "No one's ever been so good to me. Jason, I think I might be in love with you" as he kept touching my body, and in the process, carefully slid his hand into my boxers and took out my cock. It was completely covered in precum. I'm a slimer and can soak through the front of a pair of jeans in no time. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, caressing my cock, slowing milking more precum out of me, fondling my balls with his other hand, still very softly, as if he was afraid of moving to much. I found myself gasping at the sensation: it was so gentle and my body tingled all over. My cock jerked and I can feel it was oozing yet more cum. Suddenly David's hands were gone and the bed shook. About then I started to become aware that I might be experiencing more than a dream - especially when I felt a man's back press up against my chest and an ass pressing up against my cock. "Quinn?" I felt a hand grasping the base of my cock, and I gasped, unable to speak. "Hmmmm, yes. Do you like this Jason?" Quinn was now sliding my cock head all over his tight opening, and in the process, of course, his hole was covered in my precum. I gasped, trying to think, but my cock was over riding all rational thought. "Quinn..., I can't...." "Sshh. It's ok. I've never been with a man I wanted to be with, I WANT to be with you." "Quinn you don't understand, I can't...." As I was searching for the right words to explain that once I started I couldn't stop, my cock head popped into his tight hole. Now I was gone. The sensation of Quinn's tight ass massaging my cock head was more then I could take. I stopped trying to speak as Quinn gently rocked back and forth, working more of my cock and precum into his hole. I tried one last time "Quinn you need to know something." "Yes I need to know what it feels like to be with someone I love to be with someone that wants me for me" And I do, cause I really do want him. Want to make him mine. I put my arms around him and pull him to me as I start to work my cock deeper into his ass. I precum is slicking up the way but I'm still thicker then most so I'm taking my time knowing my cock is spurting up his ass and lubing him up good. I as I gently work my cock in and out of his ass I use one hand to pull his face to me and gently kiss his lips. It start out soft like everything about this did but it quickly get more passionate. Quinn is like a drowning man gasping for his last breath. He's pushing his ass back onto my cock and trying to swallow my tongue. I feel him wince as he pushes a bit more then he should. "Easy baby no need to rush I got you and I got what you need. Let me do the work" I gently pull back to just the crown and flex my cock. I can feel the precum oozing out of my head lubing up his tight ass. Gasping "Oh my god that feels so good" I flex my cock again and Quinn moans. Now that I've got a couple of good squirts of precum I slide an inch back in. "Feel that baby" I flex again. That's me lubing up your hole, that's my precum and my dna getting into you. Your going to be mine more then you counted on" I slide another inch into him and stop to flex again. Now my other hand is caressing his chest and my lips have found his ears. I'm not sure which is more sensitive for him as each time I tweak his nip's his ass spasms around my cock but each time I nibble his ear he tries to push further back. I've got 4 inches in his sweet ass and my cock wants to charge the rest of the way in but I want this to last and I have to make Quinn mine I have to do to him what no one has over done. I'm going to make love to him but I'm also going to poz him up. I can't help it. I want him, he has to be mine. I tried to tell him but once my cock was in he was going to be bred and it was my toxic seed, my dna that would be knock him up. I pull back a 1/2 inch only to give me twice that back. "Jason <gasp>, Oh my god, Jason OH" Quinn can seem to finish what he's trying to say as each time he starts I push in a bit more of my cock. "Ok baby here you go here's the last bit" and with that I shove the last inch of my cock deep in this tight ass. Damn it feels like a python is squeezing my dick. This boy is as tight as they come even considering what his mom makes him do. I pull him tighter against me and roll over on my back. He lays his head against my head board and I start to pull out, the grip on my dick is amazing and then when just my cock slide out and thrust it all back in at once. Quinn lets out a moan and his ass just quivers around my cock. I slowly pull out and ram it back in a few more time getting him loosened up. Now I have him turn around and face me. Damn the boy is hung and I'm going to enjoy having that in my ass but that's for another time. My cock is in place and be damned if he's coming out before his job is done. I grab Quinn's hips and raise him up and then drop him on my cock. His eye's open wide as my cock viciously rams his prostate and cum squirts out his cock. He isn't cuming yet just my cock hitting him just right to force some of his boy juice onto my chest. Oh fuck that's hot. I repeat the process and am rewarded with a couple more shots of cum on my stomach. Quinn is moaning and grinding down on my cock like he's cowboy at a rodeo. I'm getting close but I need to do that job right. I pull Quinn to my chest and roll us over so he's on his back. He instinctively wraps his legs around my waste. I grind down into him hitting is sweet spot and making his cock jump. I can feel my own venom building up, my balls are aching my cock is flaring up for the bite. I start to pummel his ass hitting his spot every other thrust. Quinn is alternating between gasping and moaning. Suddenly he stiffens up and without any other friction other then our sliding stomach he shoots his load between us. He's shuddering like he's in the middle of a seizure and his ass is milking my dick for all its worth. This is just to much and my cock expands and lashes out. Its sends its venom deep into Quinn's ass making him ours. My cock feels like its never going to stop shooting. I've shoot at least 7 times deep into his ass and I'm still throbbing and pulsing inside him. Quinn has his arms wrapped around my neck and is kissing me and crying at the same time. "shh shh its ok baby I'll take care of you" "Jason no one has ever made me feel like that. They don't care how I feel the just fuck me and they don't care how I feel" I sit up with my cock still nestled in his ass "I'm not like those guys when I say I'll take care of you I mean it" "yeah I....Jason....what's that?!" With a shaky finger he points to tattoo on my left pec. "You know what that is and what it means don't you?" "OH NO! Jason NO!"

The profile photo of Domin8tor wasn’t something I’d normally click on - no head. But the body was beefy - the barrel chested kind, thick with muscles but also looked like he enjoyed a lot of burger and beers. His likes were sparse and to the point: rough sex, fucking, breeding. Leather. Beer. I checked my messages and — not unexpectedly — his was direct and to the point: “Wanna fuck” He didn’t even include the “?” At the end I tapped in my reply: “Possibly. What are you looking for? Now?” It was 3 in the afternoon, on a Friday afternoon, and I still had a few more hours of work left. “Yeah. Now. Need a hole to drop my seed into.” “Sorry. Can’t now but could do later.” He replied with a pic. It looked like something someone took from Folsom: shirtless and in leather chaps, massive cock swinging free between his legs. He looked like in his 40s or 50s, but fit. His face was broad, head shaved, sunglasses on. His thin lips curled into a snarl-smile, mischievous and menace. Dark swirling tattoos covered his forearms and I could see a bit peeking over on his shoulders from his back. Muscles rippled through in almost comic-book proportions: biceps almost as thick as his head; pecs covered in sweaty dark fur, beads of water on the nipples. “Probably steroids” I thought. I glanced down at his balls, the tell-tale sign but they seemed larger than normal, hanging low. I replied in the chat: “How about 5pm?” No reply. I figured he found some other hole. I turned off my phone and went back to work. A little while later, my phone buzzed again. Checked it and there was a message from him. “Yeah. Address” I typed in my address and took a break from work to do a thorough prep and then tried to focus on work for the remainder of the day. Which was tricky - I put on a leather jockstrap and shorts to get myself in the mood. 5pm came… and went. I hopped online and he wasn’t online anymore - again, I figured he found someone else and didn’t bother to cancel. I opened a can of beer and started browsing other guys - after prepping, I didn’t want to let my ass go to waste. I was chatting with some twunk when my buzzer rang. It was almost 6pm. I pushed on the talk button and asked who it was. A gruff one word reply. “Dom”. Slightly annoyed, I replied “Third floor on the right” and buzzed him up. A heavy knock on door. I opened and was pleasantly surprised - he looked more or less like that picture. Shorter than I was expecting but the muscles were pretty much popping. He wore a t-shirt, jeans and a dark hoodie. The sunglasses were still on. I asked him if he wanted a beer and he nodded. I went and got him one and he had barely moved from the front door. I handed it to him and he took it with his left hand while reaching out to my shoulder with his right, pushing me down. With a low growl, he said “Suck.” He spoke with a thick accent - Eastern European? I knelt down, and unbuckled his jeans. Unzipping, I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock tumbled forward. It was as advertised: thick and long, fatter just behind the uncut head. I bent forward and started to suck. I had to really open wide in order to get the semi-hard dick in my mouth. I could hear him guzzle his beer above my head as I worked his cock. I started to use my hands, as his cock was long enough that I couldn’t get it all in my mouth. He reached down with his free hand and gently caressed the top of my head and moaned “That’s nice. Make it wet.” I could taste sex on his dick. As I blew him, I could see the matted cum from a previous fuck in his pubes. I swirled my tongue under the foreskin and could taste the ass juice and load from the last guy. He repositioned his hands to the back of my head and I knew where this was going. I tried to pull off before the face fucking could start — there was no way that was going to work well. But I was too slow. With an incredibly firm hold, his hand palmed the back of my head and he pulled my head in. I tried to open my mouth further, but his cock hit the back of my throat. He pulled back and then back in. I did my best to get gulps of air in through my nose but as he sped up and pushed harder, the opportunities became shorter and shorter. I put my hands on his waist and pushed him away, but there was no budging. Cocksucker’s tears were flowing down my face. He chuckled and slowed a little. He pulled back a bit and the air rushed into my lungs through my nose. He looked down at me (still with those fucking glasses and snarky smile) and said “Relax. Just open your throat.” I thought “what the fuck was he thinking I was doing?!” I tried to push again, but it literally felt like I was pushing against a wall - no movement at all. His hand — still on the back of my head — started to pull my head in. “Your choice. You can relax or not, but it’s going in.” I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, expecting it to ram against my tonsils yet again. But somehow his cock had softened a bit, and as he pulled my head in, it turned and went down my throat. There was a second moment of panic, but I tried to relax more and it became easier. He pulled back and then in again. And like the last time, his dick slid down my throat. I tongued the bottom of his shaft and his cock was iron-hard. I didn’t understand but before I could process it, my nose was buried in his pubes. The cum from his previous session smeared across my face. And his cock was down my throat. He held me there and I could feel his cock pulse and throb in my throat. It was a surreal sensation - it was like a hot, pulsing steel rod was down my throat. I felt his head - or I think it was his head - swell /in my throat/ . His hand kept my head there, and to my surprise, I didn’t try to resist. I think I was curious - how was this happening ?! - but also it was hot: I was deepthroating something that should not be able to go down my throat. His dick kept pulsing and I wondered if he had cum but he didn’t seem to make any of the other indications. Slowly, he pulled back and his cock snaked back - and I do mean /snaked/. It felt like somehow it could fully move, like a python in my mouth. He pulled the last bit from my drooling lips and then I could taste it. It was bitter and salty - kind of like cum, but something that also tasted like brackish saltwater. So maybe he did cum? The taste clung to my mouth - in that terrible way if you get a mouthful of antiperspirant. He tilted my face — tears down my cheeks, used cum on my face, and drool down my chin — towards his, and he growled, “Good boy.” He spun me around and shoved the back of my head hard, so I fell forward catching myself. He knelt down beside me and pulled back from my hips, so that he in a position to fuck me doggy style. He reached down my shorts, and roughly fingered my hole. With a surprising strength, he grabbed the sides of my shorts and with surprising strength ripped them apart exposing my bare ass, framed by the jockstrap lines. “Ah yeah, you were fucking ready for this” he snarled and then I felt his face back in my crack. His stubble rubbed the side of my cheeks, and I could feel his tongue inside my hole. It was pushed my hole open, and even if I didn’t want it (which I did!), I wouldn’t have a choice. He continued to grind his beard into my ass, as if he were trying to literally push me along with his jaw. And his tongue kept going deeper. And deeper. And he kept swirling it around, as if he were licking the inside of a bowl, but somehow in the inverse. He came up for air and then I felt it. His hard cock against my hole, first running up along it, picking up some of his spit and then with one move, shoved it in my hole. Time stopped. It hurt so much. My vision went white with pain. It came back. I came back to my body. And he was inside me. Fully. With one shove - or I blacked out - he was balls deep in me. Instinctively I tried to pull forward. But he held onto my hips and there was no give. None. “Uh uh uh - you are staying there until I’m done with you.” And with that, he fucked me. Hard. Each thrust all the way, each thrust seemingly a little deeper. It hurt so bad - I couldn’t help think of my insides being wrecked. I don’t think I have ever been fucked this deep - well, well past that second ring. And it kept doing. harder. And harder. I kept trying to squirm away, but there was literally nothing I could do other than make bigger bruises on my hips where he held on. Any more struggling and I would just be digging into his hands. At one point, he leaned forward on top of me. He was so heavy. Like 400 lbs heavy. He was shorter than I was, and when he pressed down, his body completely pinned mine to the ground. He slowly pulled out, about half way and then slid all the way back in. He paused inside me. “Milk it” he snarled. I was stunned. I just lay there. “Milk it” he repeated. And then he smacked the back of my head, and instinctively my ass clenched. “There we go.” And I started to squeeze and milk it. And it felt good. Really good. I could tell - my cock throbbed in my jockstrap. I know that sounds dumb, but honestly, my cock told me that it felt good. And once I ‘noticed’ then I really got into milking his cock. And he started to fuck me again, again with the snake. I felt it knew how to turn and go deeper. And deeper He got up a bit and pressed down on my shoulders with his hands, pinning me to the ground, with my ass up in the air. He went back to fucking me hard and fast. I just relaxed and let my hole loosen up. “Ah that’s good, my boy. Open up and let me in.” And I did. I just relaxed and he fucked me deep. Oh so deep. My ass was slick with the same slime that was down my throat. His cock made thwash sound as it churned up the slime. It felt so fucking good. I moaned and squeezed my hole in appreciation. He lifted off my shoulders for a brief moment to separate out my cheeks so he could get /that much deeper/ then put his hands on my shoulders. I turned around to look at him. He had taken off his shirt at some point and was dripping sweat. His skin was red, like the blood was just under the skin. His muscles and veins popped and throbbed. His face was a mask of angry hunger - as if ever thrust was another bite he was taking. His sunglasses were off and his eyes were black, except where the pupil’s were, which I saw occasional glints of reddish light. Kind of like when you flash a light into an animal’s eyes in darkness. His hands dug into my shoulders and the pain was sharp. His nails were clawing back towards him, so he could get as deep as he possibly could. And then he paused and let out a low groan-howl. I felt his cock start to twitch. And swell. My hole expanded even further - it was easily bigger than a can of coke at this point. I could feel him coming but it felt different - instead of the jerk-twitch-squirt that most cocks do, this was a pulse-wave-shove of cum. As he pushed himself in as far as he could, he grunted through gritted teeth “yeah…. yeah..…” I could feel it filling up my guts, as if there was a tap running. He kept cumming, depositing his seed deep inside me, for seeming minutes. Slowly he pulled out but kept coming, the same pulse-wave feeling. Finally he pulled out, and spun me around to face his cock. And I understood why now it felt that way. His cock continued to shudder and push out cum and cum was really thick, almost solid, a golf-ball size blob-ball of cum. I watched his cock push another one out, and the cock slit, widened to let this cum ball out. He shoved my face down to clean it off. I did as I was instructed and opened up. Even in my stupor, I knew it wouldn’t fit, but somehow, improbably, it did. It filled my entire mouth, and filled my throat. And it twitched and I felt the cumball push its way down his cock and directly down my throat. While that happened, I instinctively fingered my gaping hole and felt his cum inside. And my ass was full of these balls. I clenched my ass, keeping them inside and started to jerk off. I started to actively swallow now, welcoming them into me. I heard him above me say “Yes. Open up and let me in.” I could smell my ass, his cum and all the other guys now that my nose was shoved up into his pubes. I knew I was just another receptacle for him. One of many. And I liked it. I just relaxed. Both ends letting his cock travel down my throat and my ass. I could feel some of the cumballs plop onto the floor. But I didn’t care. I was open for him. Open. Open. And then I came. My ass clenched. And I just saw emptiness. I blinked to make sure they were open. But I just saw emptiness. It was different than blackness - I could tell that there was space in front of me, but it was just /empty/. I came back to my body. There was a wave of pleasure so strong that it hurt. My body wracked with spasms, the orgasm convulsing every cell of my body. I don’t remember how but when I regained my senses, his cock was out of my mouth. I looked around and he was buttoning the last button on his jeans. He bent over and picked up his shirt. Wordless, he just smirked at me. I was dumbstruck, kneeling on the ground a puddle of my cum in front of me. Pulling his shirt down, he motioned with his jaw towards the ground and said “They don’t last long outside a body.” I glanced down to see the cumballs - yes they were real - melt and spread out into murky jelly. He and put back on his sunglasses, covering his black, flashing eyes. “Take care of them,” he said. He turned and walked out the door. I hadn’t moved or said anything. I slowly stood up, my body starting to ache. I staggered to the bathroom, cum dripping down the inside of my left thigh. In the bathroom, I saw that my face was raw from being ground on the floor. There were two bruises on my hips. In the shower my hole was tender, but I was expecting far worse. I cleaned up the hallway, and his cum was remarkably sticky, but the smell wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. His cum, more than most, was breaking apart and turning into a thinner liquid. Over the next day, I was expecting an interesting shit ahead. But the cumballs didn’t “come out” - I guess they were absorbed? I checked his profile online but it was deleted. Now it seems surreal so I wonder if I was drugged - I’m writing this down so I remember, as it feels like it might fade away like a dream. So here is the recounting of the time I was bred by… uh, not sure what.

Getting started on my 4th career now... not sure quite what it is just yet, but it involves software and possibly social engineering and sustainable anti-development. In the past... laboratory scientist, scientific software marketing guy, and entrepreneur. If you're stalking me, that should be sufficient data for you to identify me exactly 😉

Hi guys, not new to the scene, but new to the site. Subby boy with a really hungry juicy bussy 🍑💦for all you hot Daddies to snack on, fuck and jizz in 💧🍆, Normally I'm trying to be a no load refused boy, but being cautious with the corona virus, but if you're in Florida, HMU and we'll figure out a way that I can spread for you. Kisses! Dogg (because I love it hard doggy style)

The only person you should trust with your sexual health is *you*.

Offended or annoyed? Funny, I think it's often not necessarily the one being objectified that is feeling offended. Being a 40th generation Northwest European I cannot imagine what it is like to be fetishized as a "BBC", but I do fit the BBG (big bad German) stereotype. I exude a kind of "pin you to the wall and hammer your cunt into a bloody pulp" energy, that "getting hit by a freight train" vibe. And as a total top, sure I'm being objectified. And I don't give a shit about it. But often I find that it's the bottoms that are getting offended if I tell them that I'm on my way to the gym or that I have made plans to hang with my bros rather than breed their precious little pussies (being sarcastic here).

Except that the widely used acronym is "BBC" and not "BC". The very existence of a widely recognized acronym that has EVERYTHING to do with ethnicity/race kind of flies in the face of that assertion. Yes, it's true that there is a broader preference (among at least a notably-sized portion of the gay community) for large-sized cocks. But the fact that big is popular doesn't render the term "BBC" race-neutral.

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im not a top only, but when i top i love the feeling of a sloppy hole, and to know im fucking a slut

My parents were out for the day and asked me to let the gardener in and pay him when he was done. He was late 30s, great bod, cropped hair and stubble. When he knocked on the doo I answered wearing just my junior jockstrap - I was a cocky little fukker. He stared hard bur pretended not to notice and I could see the outline of his cock starting to grow through his sweats. I asked if he'd like a coffee before he tried to which he said yes. We sat in the kitchen and I made sure he got a good look at my ass but still he did nothing. eventually I went up to him, put my hand down the front of his sweats and gripped his cock. He didn't pull away so I pulled them down and took his cock win my mouth - he was thick n smelled awesome. I messaged his balls and sucked harder. I said you can fuck my ass or cum in my mouth. he just mumbled mouth so I went back to sucking him and he shot s big salty load of sperm down my throat. He didn't get much gardening done that day.

Oh did I get a good fucking. 😛

True cumdumps accept that STDs just cum with the territory. My only concern is to keep taking more loads. The only thing I can do is get tested regularly.

A lot of bottoms report taking up to 2 hours to get clean. When you say “nozzle douche,” do you mean a shower attachment or a bag with a hose? If you’re getting irritated so much that you bleed sometimes, I wonder if the flow is too strong. I use a shower attachment, which has a diverter valve which allows me to control the flow. I’ve been told a safe flow to avoid irritation is if you point the hose straight up in the air, you want about four inches of water coming out. I’ll do that for a short rinse first, expel, then turn down the flow and use poppers and watch porn to slowly fill up a few times. Weighing myself when empty and full helps. Using my dildo helps. Usually an hour of focused enemas will get the job done, but because I don’t like to do an enema without being aroused, I take my time and watch porn, which often lengthens the process to 1.5-2 hours. I’m attached to a female right now, so the only cock I’m getting is my dildo. But it’s a big Vixskin Outlaw, 9 inches insertable and it gets past my sigmoid sphincter. The process above is almost always good enough to get me clean enough to stretch out for that monster.

My brother who’s a year older and I used to play around until shortly after I turned 18. It was mostly body contact and mutual masturbation looking back on it, but I always wanted more which he was very unwilling to do. But in those 15 or so years he let me suck him off three times - and of course I always swallowed like any good brother would.

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Part 5 - September 2015 Sam sat in the audition room with Byron, they had both been called to a dance audition for a pop singer on her London gig as two dancers had to pull out. At 19 years old they were still young and managed to get parts mostly in the west end and began to get a name for themselves. This would be the first time they would be dancing together for a year. Byron had kept his sexuality from Sam, it was something they never really discussed but sort of knew each other well enough to guess what was really hidden underneath. They had become closer as friends and were often mistaken as a couple. Sam had helped Byron through his ballet exam and Byron helped Sam through tap and modern dance. They still had 1 year of training to complete and remained in the same flat a few doors away from Mountview. They were to meet the rest of the male dancers and audition with them. Jack was the first to appear who was 21 years old and almost the spitting image of Sam with the same hair but marginally taller. His body was fit beyond words and Byron was in love, the tattoos up both arms along with his looks made him sexually menacing he thought. He was the kind of man you dreamt about and letting him have his wicked way with you. Kurt opened the door and walked in with no t-shirt on, his chest hair cropped covering an amazingly ripped body, shaved head and biceps that Byron could only imagine how they felt around his body. He was average looking but then with a body like his you didn't worry about looks. A few tattoos adorned over his shoulder and that was it, at 24 he was the oldest dancer there. It was the way he looked at both Byron and Sam when he walked in, almost giving approval of how sexy they both looked sat there. Marcus walked in after Kurt, at 21 years old he was stunningly hot causing both Byron and Sam to stare at him as he made his way towards them. Byron stood to meet him, standing the same height his jet black hair and blue eyes suited him perfectly. With pale skin smoothly accentuating the muscles on his arms, everything about him melted Byron's heart. He almost wanted to bang his head on the wall thinking how much of a slut he was becoming in his head seeing all these men that he wanted to bed one after the other and end up scoring them out of 10. "Sam, Byron, I'm Marcus, this is Kurt and Jack" he said without waiting "Let's see what you got". Sam was directed to Kurt "Hi Sam, I'm going to take you through the first routine" he said sizing Sam up. Byron a little disappointed got Jack "Hi Byron" he said hugging him "We will be doing the same". They were warmly welcomed in to the dance group and within half an hour Marcus was delighted to tell them they were in for the show in a weeks time. Every evening was spent rehearsing and Byron had all 6 numbers down by the third night. Sam was picking them up but the middle number was still causing him some frustration. "Want to grab a bite to eat" Jack asked Byron sitting down watching Kurt and Sam. "Yes that would be nice" Byron replied having grown to like Jack a lot "What about Sam?" he asked. Jack looked over "I think he has a few more hours. I think Kurt has a fancy for him" he said sniggering. Byron looked at Jack "I don't think Sam is gay" he said quietly. Jack chuckled "Kurt will find out" he replied "I like him to work with but outside he can be devious". Byron called over to Sam "Were going to get some food are you coming?" he asked. Sam shook his head "No not until I got this last routine down" he replied glancing at Kurt. Jack stood and got his jacket as they left the room "What did you mean about Kurt?" Byron asked. "Just that Kurt is a barebacker when it comes to sex" Jack replied closing the door to the studio. "Barebacker?" Byron asked "Oh right you mean no condom" he caught on "Isn't that risky" he replied. Jack laughed "Definitely with Kurt" he said and Byron glazed over the point being made. Byron nodded "So tell me about the rest of you" he asked as they walked outside the building. Over dinner Jack and Byron just seemed to gel together and ending up striking a friendship that would go on for years to come. He was shocked when Jack explained he and Marcus were also HIV positive but not due to Kurt. He was amazed how prolific sex was with male dancers, bi, straight, gay they all fucked around and sexuality was never questioned. Jack went on to explain that most dancers got extremely horny after shows and needed a way to release the energy, so sex was just sex no matter what gender. Byron paid closer interest when Jack would talk about Marcus and how he had come from a wealthy family in Boston, dropping out from going to Harvard business school to pursue his love of dancing, his family upset wanted nothing more to do with him. He finished by saying that Marcus went off the rails and was easy prey for the more experienced dancers until Kurt stepped in. Kurt took Marcus under his wing and trained him both mentally, bodily and dance wise. Byron was no longer worried about leaving Sam with Kurt having heard this. How wrong he was, on the American dance scene Kurt was notorious for bedding dancers and they kept out of his reach. He was poz and toxic, he didn't care about medication and was out for a good time breeding guys. His eight inch thick cut prime meat was perfect for young dancers who couldn't get enough of him and often came back for seconds and thirds. "Come on concentrate Sam I know you can do this" Kurt said again as Sam lost the routine halfway through. Sam stopped "I need a breather for a minute" he replied annoying Kurt. "You won't get a breather on stage Sam" Kurt replied sharply frustrating Sam even more. "Fuck" Sam said walking over and taking a swig of water "I need the toilet" he said walking out. Kurt grabbed his towel and wiped the sweat from his head and chest and walked out of the studio across the hall, he opened the toilet door watching Sam splashing cold water on his face. "I'm sorry Kurt, just give me a minute" Sam said wiping his face with a paper towel. Kurt walked over "Your to stressed out Sam" he said standing behind putting his hands on Sam's shoulder. Sam rolled his head back immediately turned on from his touch "I will get it tonight" he said. Kurt kissed his neck "You certainly will" he replied moving closer and feeling Sam's body tense up. Kurt turned Sam around to face him, he found himself looking in to Kurt's eyes. His face very close, his body tingling like electricity flowing between them, he could feel the warmth from Kurt's body. Kurt grabbed Sam's hand and moved it over his cock 'Would this help, you feel how turned on I am?, I want you Sam' he quietly said looking him in the eye. Sam felt the hardness against the palm of his hand, they gay in him surfaced nodding to Kurt. His face moved closer until their lips almost touched. Sam was terrified but it was what he wanted since first laying eyes on Kurt. He had no time to question feeling his lips being forced apart by Kurt's mouth, he melted and wanted him, his mouth parting accepting Kurt. His eyes fluttering closed, his mouth filling with Kurt's tongue, deeper and deeper, he could taste him, smell him and sense him. Kurt pulled back teasingly knowing exactly what he was doing, Sam was by far the easiest to fall for him which excited Kurt even more. Hungrily their mouths attached to each other again, harder and more forceful with his kissing that took Sam off guard for a split second. His body enclosed in the arms of Kurt who began pushing him towards the toilet cubicle. Gladly Sam moved almost hurrying to make it happen. Pushing past the door they stumbled as Kurt closed and bolted it shut, he could not run and had no where to go now, his fate was already sealed. The hands appeared from no where all over his body, feeling and touching, arousing him even further, Sam was a melting pot of desire, every fibre of his being alive and yearning. He felt his shorts roughly tugged down exposing his cock and ass for Kurt, his hands roamed over his cock and gently caressed it. Sam moaned loudly feeling he was about to burst, the hand made it's way to his balls gently squeezing them and passing over them. His eyes snapped open and he gave a moaning yelp feeling Kurt's finger push in to his hole, he tried to grab hold of Kurt's hand to stop it. By the time he grabbed hold of his arm he had relaxed and was moaning in to Kurt's mouth as his finger gently massaged the inside of his ass, his back arched out pushing up against Kurt's chest kissing him deeper. His hand roaming over Kurt's covered cock but he could feel the manliness of it, hard and thick ready to devour him. He winced as Kurt withdrew his finger and spun Sam around facing the cubicle wall, his body being pressed up against it by Kurt. Sam moaned as Kurt kissed his neck almost biting him 'oh fuck me' Sam said out of nowhere. Kurt pulled his shorts down and rubbed his cock against Sam's ass letting him feel what was coming, edging closer and closer 'You want me to breed you?' Kurt whispered in to his ear 'oh yes' his body wanted sex badly, it didn't care how. It just needed it. Sam opened his eyes wide 'Arrgggghhh' he cried out feeling the head sharply pushing in to his ass. Kurt held Sam's arms up against the cubicle wall pinning his legs against his, he gasped for breath feeling his ass stretching open as Kurt pushed again. The pain seemed to hit every part of his body, moaning and whimpering louder as Kurt fed him more of his cock. It seemed to go on forever as he fought through the pain, he wanted it to stop but his ass pushed back for more. His neck almost wet from the kissing and biting Kurt was deploying to detract him from pain and knowledge that he was not wearing a condom. Finally Sam let out a loud moan and gasp feeling Kurt's balls pushing against his ass, the pain receding from the rest of his body concentrating it to the source. The squeals he emitted every time Kurt clenched his ass pushing in then out just sounded like cries of happiness in his ears. Slowly he picked up speed holding Sam's arms tighter, Sam turned his head wanting to kiss Kurt who obliged easing off the fucking for a moment. Kurt repositioned his legs and began fucking Sam harder and faster 'that's it, is that what you want?' he whispered to him breathing heavily in his ear, 'Oh yes, uhmmm, fuck me Kurt' he replied in between his moans and gasps. Kurt was never one for holding back, his sexual state was taking over to breed this young guy. He could feel his orgasm building, the whimpering from Sam eased and replaced by the occasional grunt when Kurt bottomed out. Sam fixated on the cubicle wall was powerless to resist even though he didn't want to. He felt the change in fucking as Kurt now began bottoming out constantly and rapidly, his breathing becoming deeper and rapid. Sam's eyes began watering from the deep fucking he was now experiencing, his body seemed to be loving every moment of it. Suddenly he gasped feeling the full weight of Kurt pushing up like he was trying to split Sam in half. Kurt moaned loudly holding his cock deep as he felt the pulses raging up the shaft of his cock reaching the head as he pushed up harder feeling the first release of his toxic seed firing in to the young body, the second pulse just a big releasing more seed and breeding Sam deep, deeper and deeper he went with every contraction jettisoning more seed 'You gettin bred baby' he moaned his head collapsing up against Sam's. Sam felt the pulses in his ass moaning in delight feeling a man orgasming inside his body 'oh fuck' he quietly said with sharp gasps every time Kurt pushed his cock up deeper 'breeding you real deep baby' he whispered 'that's just what you needed'. Kurt kissed Sam's neck and pulled his cock out 'Arrggghh' Sam cried out as the head plopped out from his ass. He breathed resting his forehead against the cubicle wall as Kurt let go of him and wiped his cock on some toilet paper smiling as he flushed it away seeing the blood against the whiteness of the paper. Sam turned to see Kurt leaning against the other side of the cubicle "Dam your hot" Kurt said. Sam looked at him "Thank you" he stammered, he went to kiss Kurt but he unlocked and opened the door. "Back to the studio" Kurt said without looking back leaving Sam there dumbstruck. He walked back in to the studio a few minutes later, when he touched his hole it felt a little sore but there was nothing to clean up. Kurt acted as if nothing had happened and stood there waiting for Sam to pick up where they left off. Sam felt embarrassed about the whole sex thing, this was something he definitely didn't want to tell Byron so he kept quiet. Sam was not fortunate enough to have known exactly what Kurt meant during their 15 minutes of passion. But Kurt got Sam through the routine that night and they enjoyed a great evening performing at the gig and meeting the pop star. Marcus was so impressed by them that he said he would call on them next time he was in town and needing dancers. Byron and Sam got on well with the dance group and they all swapped mobile numbers. Kurt though was now on a mission to nail Byron, he saw him as a challenge but also strangely he actually fancied him. Byron though was more taken by Marcus and Jack and had successfully evaded him over the last few weeks.

Part 2 - September 2004 Byron entered the classroom at the start of the new academic year, shy and timid but very well spoken, he had a type of privileged upbringing with his foster parents who loved him dearly. The new school year brought a change in classrooms and pupils, noticeably several eight year olds who cornered the back of the classroom desks as their own. It was only an hour in to the first day when Byron felt a wet splat hit the back of his neck and the sound of sniggering from the back row, the teacher looked up hushing them but paying no attention to their antics. Byron reached around his neck and pulled the saliva soaked pit of paper stuck to his neck and dropped it on the floor. No sooner he did that he saw another piece fly past his face and land on the back of the chair in front of him. He put his head back down to continue reading the book until the bell sounded the end of the lesson. Byron was asked to stay behind and the teacher approached his desk and looked at the mess telling him to clean it all up. He protested claiming it was the boys in the back row and was sternly told off for trying to pass the blame. Eventually he walked out of the classroom and in to the playground looking for his friends. He hadn't got far when he was grabbed from behind and pushed up against the wall and held there by one of the boys from the back row. "Teachers pet, did you grass us up?" Darren snarled with his face inches from Byron's. Byron looked the boy in the eye "No" he replied as a tear trickled down his face. "Leave him Darren" one of the other boys intervened "we got other things to do". Darren released his hold on Byron "Give me your lunch money!" he demanded. Byron looked down "I don't have any, I bring my lunch in" he replied softly. "Your sandwiches will do then" Darren said pulling Byron's bag up and thrusting it at him. Darren gave Byron a cocky arrogant grin and walked off to join his gang. He was a little shaken up being the subject of Darren's bullying, he watched him discreetly as he walked off to join his friends who stood on the safe side of the playground as it was near the teachers break out room. "You all right Byron" Mark asked as he finally made it to the safe spot. Byron nodded "Yeah fine, why do they pick on me I have done nothing to them" he asked. Mark shrugged his shoulders "They always find someone to bully" he replied. His friendship with Mark dwindled quickly, Mark didn't want to associate with someone that Darren was picking on. Byron joined the drama club during his first week, he also brought extra sandwiches in that he hid away from Darren. Drama club was fun and Byron found he had a natural ability to dance on the beat of the music which impressed the teacher, he was cast in the school production of Mary Poppins mostly lead by senior school pupils. He became the youngest cast member that year and had to learn quickly as the production would run in December for 2 weeks. His foster parents were more operatic people and impressed that Byron showed an interest in dance and started taking him to private classes in town twice a week. After one month Jane his foster mother arrived to pick him up from dance class and walked in to the studio to wait for him, she saw that Mary was paying a lot more attention to Byron, she noticed Jane arriving and walked over to speak with her. "Hi, your Byron's mother right?" Mary asked. Jane nodded "Yes, how is he getting on?" she asked Mary. "That's what I want to talk to you about" Mary said inviting Jane to sit down. Jane sat "Is he doing alright?" she asked as Mary sat down next to her. Mary nodded "Better than alright, he needs more advanced tuition" she said looking at Jane. "Thank you we will look in to it. He still enjoys dancing then?" Jane asked looking at Byron. "Yes, you know he can hold a tune as well, he really needs to attend a drama school" Mary suggested. Byron was to young to attend at aged 8, so he continued on at school and suffered the daily abuse of Darren who found it quite a good game. Seeking Byron out when ever he was bored and this was most of the day. Byron found himself pushed up against the wall outside of their classroom again, he lost any kind of resistance and would just relax his body waiting for it to be over. Darren's friend was keeping an eye out for any teachers, Byron's hope was that Darren would tire of him quickly and find someone else to pick on thinking that Byron was no longer a challenge or boring to bully. "What's that in your hand?" Darren asked trying to open Byron's fingers. Byron closed his fist tighter "Leave it, it is a hall pass" he stupidly made the mistake of letting on. "Hall pass, how the fuck did you get one?" Darren asked prising Byron's fingers open. He couldn't free his hand from Darren's grip "Oooh look, are you in the poofters show, answer me?" he snarled. "Yes, yes I am alright" Byron responded trying to get his hall pass back. Darren laughed and his friend looked "He's fucking gay" he said. "Are you, are you gay Byron, little upper class oik" Darren asked pushing Byron back against the wall harder. This was the start of the name calling and bullying where Darren often shouted across the playground 'oi gay boy'. This went on for a couple of months but thankfully Darren was slowly loosing interest and it went back to the once day targeting during lunch break, the name calling never really stopped. Thankfully he was never subjected to a beating up by Darren, just the odd punch and he would stand there and take it waiting for it to be over. Byron immersed himself in his dancing and gave a very admirable performance at the school production. Mary his dance teacher even came along to see him perform and clearly saw his love of the art and went over to see him after the show. "Well done Byron, that was a superb performance you gave" Mary said standing next to his foster mother. Byron smiled "Thanks, I loved it" he replied enthusiastically. "There are a couple of things Byron" Mary started saying "You need to work out, build some muscle strength" she said. Byron nodded "Yes I will do" he replied knowing that having better muscle would help control his dancing. Jane didn't need any prompting and brought Byron a set of 3 dumbbells at differing weights so he could start working out at home. His foster father was a keen runner and Byron went out running with him first thing in the morning, slowly he built up his ability from just under 1 mile to 5 miles within 4 months. During this period Byron actually had a break from Darren since a new kid called Stefan started in his class, he was nothing out of the ordinary at first sight but struck up an immediate friendship with Byron on his first day. Darren though was on a mission, he had to dominate Stefan from the outset to ensure he knew his place being the new kid. But after one week Darren was out of school for 2 months with a broken arm. It was his first error in judgement that lunchtime, he cornered Stefan and thinking he was a push over and weak just like Byron. It started out with some verbal taunting to test the resilience of Stefan. Darren left him thinking he was safe in the knowledge that Stefan was shaking in his boots. Byron went over to where Stefan stood, he made sure that Darren had moved on with his gang and now started annoying a group of girls who giggled and screamed with laughter. "Sorry I should have warned you about Darren" Byron said leaning up against the wall next to Stefan. Stefan smiled "I don't expect you to look after me Byron" he said turning to look at him. Byron nodded "I suppose as the new kid he wants you know who is in charge" he replied. "We will see, today I let him think that" Stefan said "Let's see how far he goes". Byron shook his head "I've had to put up with it and just do what he wants, it makes life easier" he said. Stefan chuckled "Come on I want to buy you a drink in the canteen" he said to Byron "His reign will end soon". Byron looked shocked at Stefan's last comment, having never had the balls to retaliate as he wanted a quiet life as school. But Stefan was different and Byron secretly hoped that the words he spoke would somehow come true. Stefan allowed Darren to continue and on the third day he started making demands from Stefan. He handed over a few coins to Darren and watched as Darren gleefully put them in his pocket and laugh with his friends as they left. No one could have seen it coming, over the week Darren gradually built up the stakes and by Friday lunchtime he cornered Stefan again out of sight of anyone else. "So what you got for me today then, hope it is more that yesterday?" Darren said invading Stefan's space. Stefan looked at him "Move away from me please" he said hearing Darren laugh. "Pay up and you can leave without getting punched" Darren told him leaning in closer trying to intimidate him. Stefan smiled "I will ask you one more time" he said looking Darren in the eye "Move away from me now!". Darren scoffed and pushed Stefan up against the wall pinning his arms against his side. Stefan continued to look Darren in the eye as he began moving his left arm pushing against the strength of Darren's hold. A change in look appeared on Darren's face realising that Stefan was not joking. He freed his arm and grabbed Darren's arm quickly twisting it hard and jolting it, the scream reverberated around the playground. Darren heard the snap and the excruciating pain surged up from his arm through his whole body, wailing and screaming in agony he fell to his knees clutching his arm. Stefan casually picked up his bag and walked off leaving him there crying. Several cheers erupted from the crowd of school kids who had gathered hearing the first cries. Byron stood there unable to believe what he saw as Stefan walked towards him. "You didn't see anything" Stefan said to the group who all nodded as he walked to Byron's side. Byron looked at Stefan "Saw what" he said quite scared of Stefan now. There were more cheers going around the playground as teachers came running out of the building to find out what was going on. All they heard was that Darren fell awkwardly on his arm tripping over a bag and landing on his wrist and arm. Everyone stood around watching as he was walked off to the nurses office, that was the last anyone saw of Darren for 2 months. The break turned out to be Byron's happiest time at this school without having to look over his shoulder in case Darren was lurking, Stefan and he hung out and soon became very close friends. Stefan showed more than just an interest in Byron's ability to dance often pushing him to sing as well, he would meet Byron after training and they would go back to Byron's house for tea and hang out doing homework or playing video games until Stefan's mother drove by to pick him up. He was very coy about his family and Byron was on speaking terms with Stefan's mother after a few weeks. She liked Byron mostly due to his way of calming Stefan down and keeping him grounded. Byron was no fool he gathered there was more to Stefan as his mother drove a very very expensive car, but he didn't care, he valued his friendship with Stefan more than materialistic objects. When Darren returned to school the dynamics had altered and he tried to reinstate himself as top dog but hardly anyone would pay attention to him and often look at his arm to remind him what happened. Darren refocused his efforts back on to Byron with renewed energy, only know he was calling him a poofter all the time and asking where his boyfriend was when Stefan was not around. Darren would wait biding his time until the coast was clear before making his move. No sooner had Darren pushed him up against the wall and started hurling strings of abuse about how gay he was and his weird lover, Stefan would appear like magic. Darren without fail would usually freak out and scuttle off in to his gang for protection from Stefan. Somewhere hidden deep in his soul the Byron knew he was different. He had no inclination to hang out with girls, instead he kept a very neutral ground. Stefan on the other hand would always double take girls and quite often would chat and laugh with them. All part of growing up Byron thought as they walked towards to the school gate at the end of another day. Stefan's mother was waiting by the gates to take Stefan home and drop Byron off on the way, it meant keeping off the streets and having to cross the estate to get home. Unless he had a good head start on Darren he would have to take the long way round when walking home.

Honestly with my girth I tend to get a lot of teeth during blowjobs or peoples jaw not being able to open up wide enough. The first time I got a gum job honestly it was amazing. not worry no teeth scaping mu shaft. the only problem is he looked pretty funny with a big grin and no teeth, but he was a nice dude

Tom was sitting back on the couch and Louis was on his knees in front of him, feasting on his rigid pole. My face was deep in Louis’ ass and Sean was making all sorts of comments, each alluding to the fact that he had no one to enjoy. He figured out quickly that I was rimming just to lube Louis up and once I had, I was positioning my cock at his slick hole. Sean waited until my cock was all the way in before he straddled Louis and left me staring at his very hard cock. I got into a good motion fucking Louis’ ass and then moved my head closer to Sean’s cock. I opened wide and licked my way down to the base, first on the left side and then on the right and then up the bottom until the head had my lips wrapped around it. I sucked in and out taking more of it each time. Sean got a little impatient with me and grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I actually preferred this, since I could concentrate more on fucking Louis’ ass. That doesn’t mean that I was ignoring his cock, my tongue and lips were working it over and from his moans I assumed he liked it. Louis’ hole got wetter the longer I fucked, between the spit that kept dripping off my beard and down to his hole and my precum that was coating his fuck chute. My hips were pounding his ass and my balls were slapping into his until they started to pull up. When I started to shoot my seed into him, Sean grabbed my head and forced my face into his crotch. I yelled out as best as I could around his thick pole as my cock pumped volleys of cum deep in Louis’ gut. I slapped Louis’ ass as I pulled out of him and off of Sean’s cock. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I knew both Tom and Sean wanted to sample Louis’ slick hole. Louis leaned up, letting Tom’s cock slip from his mouth when I backed away, dripping with sweat. It was probably about this time that Louis realized he was going to be the sole bottom tonight. Sean climbed behind him and pushed his back down before pushing his face into Louis’ ass. Louis went back to sucking on Tom’s cock while Sean sucked and licked at his furry, cum-filled hole. I sat down next to Tom, recovering. I really wasn’t close enough for Louis to trade off sucking both of us, which was a shame. After several minutes, Sean moved in with his cock pointing right at Louis’ pucker. I hoped that there was enough cum left and that I had opened him up so that Sean could slide in easily. The groan from Louis told me ‘no’ on both counts. Sean took his time working his cock in but it was still a struggle. I had been the only guy to fuck Louis, as far as I knew, and the second guy was much thicker. Louis pulled off Tom’s cock and braced himself. He seemed to accept the challenge of taking Sean’s beer can thick shaft and with more spit and a lot of work, he finally found Sean balls deep inside him. Sean gave him a few minutes to acclimate and then started to plow in and out. Louis groaned some more and then started nursing on Tom’s cock again. Sean built up speed and his thrusts were hard enough that he was forcing Tom’s shaft deep into Louis’ throat. It was muffling but not silencing Louis. There was an occasional gag, but mostly grunts as he got pounded. Sweat was pouring off of Sean’s body as he slammed in over and over. He looked so hot with sweat dripping of his nose and beard and his chest fur matted down like he had just stepped from a shower. I saw him close his eyes and throw his head back and I knew he was about to shoot. Sean let out a loud growl and shoved in hard as his cock twitched and pulsed, replenishing my seed that he had forced out. I watched Louis fuck back a few times on Sean’s cock while he got filled with sperm. Once Sean had emptied all of his seed into Louis, he pulled out and fell back on the floor. Louis, too, backed away from Tom and rolled on to his back on to the rug. I could tell that Tom was eager to fuck Louis but I wasn’t sure if Louis could handle any more quite yet. Tom was determined, though, and he crawled over to Louis and lifted his legs to Tom’s shoulders. The long rod slid easily into Louis’ stretched out pussy and Tom was quickly all the way in. Louis let out a loud sigh and then said “Fuck, I can’t believe I took it all.” Tom smiled and began to rock his hips, each stroke getting longer. His fuck wasn’t nearly as intense as Sean’s, but I knew Tom was probably pretty close from all of the sucking that Louis had done and didn’t want to shoot right away. Louis was moaning more than he had for the first two fucks except when Tom would jab all the way in and the moan was replaced with a pain-tinged grunt. Tom fucked a lot longer than I expected him to, but after twenty minutes or so he sped up and then unleashed a torrent of cum deep inside Louis’ hole. He gave one last thrust and his balls gave up their last bit of cum. Tom pulled out and laid down on the rug between Louis and Sean. I looked down from my spot on the couch and decided I too should be down there. I laid next to Louis and the four of us rolled together, enjoying the feeling of our four bodies close together. I leaned in and kissed Louis deep and asked “Did you have fun?” “Holy fuck, yeah. My ass is going to be sore for days though” Louis replied. We all chuckled, knowing he was right. The four of us laid there, fondling each other and I said to Louis “Damn, we forgot to get you off too.” He let out a loud laugh and said “I shot three times tonight. You’re gonna have to clean this carpet, Tom.”

As we return from the bathroom, I find the trans girl straddling Silver's cock, the tip is pressed against her sphincter, as yet untouched by cock tonight. Black is beside her, and as I watch, he finds a vein and slams the tranny girl. She coughs, moans, and sits down hard on Silver's meat. I shiver, remembering my time in precisely her place. I force my wife to her knees near their pounding fuck. She sits, her teeth chattering a bit with the intensity of her MDMA rush, no doubt higher than she has ever been. Tree trunk man is gone, but he left a business card for us. The two oddly similar arab boys are dressing and preparing to leave. It's 1030. The wave of men my wife actually approved are on their way. I wonder idly how much more she can take. My own high is pleasant, a soft warm roll of MDMA. Watching Silver, my own hole feels hollow. Leaving my wife to wait, deaf and blind, for use. I go to Mr Black. I drop to my knees and begin to suck. Looking up at him. 'Will you fuck my slutty hole, sir? Will you use me and make her clean it after?' He smiles, as my mouth hardens him, then lifts me and bends me over the same table my wife was used on. It's still slick with her drool and sweat. I revel in it, as he grabs a pill, places it in his pisshole, and slowly fills me. I groan. Staring at my wife on her knees. I can actually see her holes, still gaping, drip onto the floor. Black expertly uses my hole. Opening me, stroking my cock as he does so, leading me on a course of pleasure that ends with him thrusting balls deep in my shithole. Minutes pass as he uses me, wringing assgasms from my sloppy hole. The pill begins to affect me, I feel myself becoming warm, I feel my hole gape open. Silver grunts loudly, and fills the trans girl with his seed. She hops off, and silver walks to my wife and forces her to clean him. I wonder how clean the Tranny's ass was, if she even realizes what she is eagerly slurping and swallowing. The tranny comes to me, hops up on the table and pulls my eager mouth to her fresh fucked hole. I taste Sperm, and piss. Silver must have pissfucked this tranny, and now I'm eating it, slurping and swallowing. Black is fucking hard now, and I am rushing hard. I beg for a breeding, and he thrusts in and grunts as he lets go. I almost cum as well, as he pulls out and walks to my waiting wife. I take the Trans girls cock in my mouth, sucking it, and watch as my wife cleans my ass from his cock. Half of me hopes she recognizes the taste. I stand up, with bottom mode over, I slap the tranny across the face, hard. She looks at me in shock as I force her on her knees and ram my half hard cock into her face. I fuck her face roughly, then drag her by the hair to my wife. I lay her down, and arrange my wife over her face. 'Eat you fucking whore. Whatever comes out of my wife you fucking swallow!' The trans girl scrambles to obey, and Mr Black begins throat fucking her. With each gag, juice flows from my wife's holes onto the tranny who frantically slurps it. Wiping stray gobbets from her face into her mouth. The volume slows, then stops. My wife has pushed out anything not so deep as to defy evacuation. The tranny continues, now tongueing her ass and suckling her clit. My wife moans in pleasure, and begins to piss herself. The tranny struggle to swallow it all, but manages. My wife is mindlessly high and still cumming. I pick her up and throw her on the bed. A knock at the door, more guys are here...

I film from a few feet away. The process as he prepares his cock with lube, as I hand him the MDMA, as he places it. She will watch her booty bump tomorrow, and marvel at what she has taken, at the level of filth she has not just endured but revelled in and begged for. She will see how far past her old limits she can go, and I am looking forward to watching her come to terms with what she is becoming, right now. The room is silent. The only sounds are her slurping at the trans girl's asshole, and her hoarse pants. This very ordinary looking middle aged black man, tubby, short, and possessed of a cock at least four inches thick and over ten inches long. It's like a log of firewood, so heavy it literally cannot stand straight, but even fully hard, it dangles down. The chocolate skin tone contrasts with the pinker head, the base with sparse wooly pubic hair. The tip with the potent MDMA pill perched in his pisshole touches her gaping asshole, and eased by slathered lube, slips within. she expands slowly around his massive head, as he eases forward. Not a thrust, but an inexorable slow forward slide. Her ring expands as the head disappears, she breathes deep in shock as she realizes which tool just entered her, 'Oh my god, can that even fit?'. Her hands are on the table, she lifts her body a bit, shifting her hole to a more open position. His entry continues, then stops. In one full minute long stroke, he has placed 10 full inches of cock balls deep in my wife's asshole. One of my wife's hands reaches down between her legs, find his balls, finds his base. 'My god. She whispers. It didn't even hurt!' He begins to move. Not to thrust, really, but more to grind. she moans, and her hand leaves his balls to her clit. She rubs, and moans again. She begins to shiver, as her MDMA rush starts. She wails like an animal as she cums hard, and squirt flies out of her cunt to the floor below. He pulls slowly out of her, I closeup to the tip of his cock, the pill is gone and we all know exactly how deep it went. There is blood on his cock, he reinserts and slides in again, now there are thrusts, now she is moaning in time, now the orgasms come quick, every few seconds. The trans girl comes to him, she cuddles up and begins to suck his nipples. He groans in pleasure. His thrusts continue, my wife is a moaning rolling mess in continuous ecstasy. He stiffens, thrusts deep and shudders. We will never know how big that load was, buried so deep. He pulls out, the transgirl kneels and cleans his cock. Bloody cum smears her face. I film it all. I unshackle my wife, and lead her to the bathroom. I help her into the shower, and carefully clean her body. With a towel I clean her face around the blindfold assembly, then wash each pigtail of cum and lube. I lead her out for round two.

Picture it in your mind. The seedy 1980s vintage motel room, the naked men, cocks shiny with lube. The glossy table with my wife spread on it like the pretty cocksocket she has become... The very ordinary middle aged black man with the biggest cock anyone has ever seen. My wife is making a constant low pitched whining moan, her fingers are clenched on the edges of the table top, as this slightly tubby black man with his soup can thick ten inches is steadily thrusting into her cunt. After her first orgasm, she is rolling her hips with each of his smooth and steady strokes, trying to fit as much as she can, which is far from all of it. He simply bottoms out, no more room. Her moans deepen, and she cums. Once again, a frothy mix of sperm and lube flows from her asshole as she contracts, I catch it on video, and then Mr Black grabs the little tranny girl by the hair and puts her face down on it. She slurps and licks eagerly, eating the juices, then slipping her fingers to my wife's clit. My wife moans 'Oh god yes, oh god yes' over and over. She cums again, and as her shudders dwindle, Mr Tree trunk pulls out of her pussy, which hangs open like a wound, complete with a trickle of blood. The tranny drops to her knees, little breasts bobbing as she, unbelievably, actually gets the tip and first couple inches of this titanic cock in her mouth. I film as she polishes this cock, my wife panting in a puddle of her own drool on the table. I hand tree trunk the lube. 'Take her ass, man. If you don't, she will never forgive me.' I grab another MDMA tablet, and I slip it inside her asshole, which has long since begun to simply gape open. An average cock could slide in there right now and she would feel it no more than a finger. Cum and lube drips from her, with a little blood. She had asked for extreme, but I wondered at that moment how she would feel when she saw the tape, realized just how far she had gone? There was no question of consent, she had been begging for more all night, and there was much more to come. I thought about calling it off, and realized it was not my decision. She had her safe words, and I had to respect that. The tranny walked around to the head of the table, and I filmed as she flipped up her skirt to reveal a respectable cock. Certainly the smallest in the room, but still 6.5", with a nice cut thickness, and an elegant curve. She guided my wife's head onto her cock, and my wife began to suck. Bobbing her head, demonstrating her skill rather than simply functioning as a convenient hole. She brought a hand to the shaft, and began to stroke, and the trans girl moaned in pleasure. The men who had arrived with her, the two arabs, joined her, one kissing her deeply, the other toying with her nipples and fingering her asshole. She began to call my wife filthy names, and then rammed her cock deep and spurted into her throat. My wife gulped loudly, and continued to suck as the cock softened. The tranny stepped away, and spat deliberately on my wife's face. 'Now you're the whore of a whore, bitch.' she laughed a cheerful laugh, 'but a very *good* whore, I must admit.' She turned then, and placed her asshole in my wife's face, who began to tongue and rim her eagerly. I filmed all of this, my wife's first experience with a trans girl. I realized she had no way to know what she had just done. I looked forward to her watching the videos with me, oh the places she will go! As all this happened, the pill I had slipped her had begun to work. Tree trunk had slathered his club with silicone lube, and it was time. I handed him a second pill, which he placed carefully in his urethra, with the tina fading, it was time to fuck her up some more. Mr Black offered the gentleman a line of tina, which he quickly snorted. The blunt tip of his cock went to the gaping hole which was once my wife's tightest hole. I filmed. The entire room was spellbound. The only sound the slurping as the tranny's ass was eaten, and the panting of my wife. Slowly, even gently, he pressed forward.

After I got another load from Brad, we were soaking wet and funky. Justin suggested we go get showered off, which was exactly what we needed. Although I was holding on two the three poz loads that had just been pumped into me, and I wasn't going to lose them. A good shower was exactly what the three of us needed after such a ground-breaking afternoon. We dried off and went to get new towels, throwing them in the bin and then asking for new towels. Brad got one for himself and one for Justin. When I asked for mine, Brad told the attendant that I didn't need one, and he steered me back upstairs towards the room. I asked, "What's going on?" Brad replied "Since you broke your poz cherry today, we should see if you can get some more charged loads up your hole - and we can't advertise it if you're wearing a towel." At this remark all three of us started to sprout wood. This was definitely going to be interesting. We went up to the second floor where Brad and Justin walked me around the hallways. As we passed the water fountain I paused to get a quick drink. Three guys were standing in the immediate vicinity. Justin separated my ass-cheeks inviting the guys to "Get a look at this, guys. Freshly bred butt-hole," finishing-up with a sharp slap to my ass. I was, of course, startled as hell, and in the process began to loose some of the cum I had been consciously holding back. 'Fuck', I thought, 'here I am with cum running down my legs'. Two of the guys just smiled and walked on, but the third, a guy in his 30's started stroking his cock under his towel. Brad completed the invitation saying "If you want a piece of that, stop by Room 213 and ask for Rik!" I was being pimped out by the two guys that bred me! How humiliating ... but also kinda hot! We were all still sprouting wood, so we were all getting off on this. And I still had nothing covering me. Brad said, "Come on, let's walk around." The three of us went to the multi-level video room next. Once our eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, there were around six guys watching the porn. But my two pimps were going to change their focus. Justin looked at Brad and said, "I think we need to show our slut off!" Brad smiled and said, "Great idea." "What do you guys have in mind?" I asked. Justin stepped up to me and gave me a big, French kiss saying "Let's have some fun!" With that he led me to one of the risers and had me get on my hands and knees, so my asshole was at a perfect level for his cock. Justin didn't ask Brad at this point, he just worked his pierced cock up my hole again - in front of the other guys. Brad was working his cock under his towel, enjoying Justin's perverted exhibitionism. Justin, meanwhile, was slowly fucking my ass. Clearly he wasn't looking to get off, but publicize ownership of my fuckhole - if only for the afternoon. A couple guys moved closer towards us to get a better view, which was, of course, exactly what Justin was planning. In a completely audible voice he remarked "Brad, this slut still feels good after we pozzed his hole. Stick your cock up his ass and feel for yourself." As he withdrew he asked me "Hey, Rik, how’s your hole now?" But before I could think of a clever reply Justin had fully withdrawn, stepped away, and, giving me a sharp slap, held my cheeks apart as Brad stepped forward, draped his towel over my head, and slid his poz cock up my ass. "Yeah, you'll like this freshly pozzed hole," Justin grunted. Brad fucked away for several minutes, and while so doing, Justin asked "Doesn't he feel good?" (I can only assume Justin was playing poz whore master for the audience.) "Yeah, I should have pozzed him back when I converted. This slut would have loved it," Brad commented. Crap! Did Brad really mean that? I started out that morning with my boyfriend and his friend, and now I'm their freshly pozzed towel rack and cumdump. If this wasn't humiliating enough, I started feeling several hands feeling my body. Looking down, I could see five pair of feet around me. Guys were feeling my chest, cock, ass and Brad's cock as it slowly worked my hole. I heard Brad ask "You want to fuck my slut? You've gotta big dick. He'll love it." Brad pulled out and I felt two fingers slide into my asshole. I certainly didn't know whose fingers they were - I was not in a position to explore who-was-who. Nor, to be honest, did I want or care to find out. I watched Brad's feet step away as another guy got into position. I waited to feel a new cock ... and then saw a condom wrapper fall to the floor. Justin intervened saying "Dude, this slut is deathly allergic to condoms. He can only be fucked bare." I kinda laughed at Justin's quick thinking. Nicely played, Justin. I saw the guy step back, remarking "I only fuck with condoms ... sorry." Brad replied "No problem," and with that the guy walked away. Another guy said, "I'll fuck your slut!" Brad said, "Have at it!" The new guy threw his towel over my head as well and got in position behind my hole. Justin said, "We're looking for charged loads for our slut here, you got one?" The new guy said, "Yeah, I've been poz for a while, and I'm happy to share my strain with your slut!" Brad said, "Excellent, give him your load!" The new guy slammed his cock inside my ass and I just about lost my breath. Holy shit he was big! The new guy commented "Damn, his hole is full of cum. I love messy sluts!" And with that by way of introduction he fucked my ass, surrounded by a whole group of guys, giving the impression I was the last available piece of ass on the planet. I couldn't see much of anything, especially since now a couple of smelly towels were draped over my head, but suddenly Brad slid beneath the towels, wiggling close so he could kiss me while I was getting fucked. Then I felt his legs stretch out next to my right torso. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Are you getting fucked?" I asked. "Yeah, Justin still hasn't had a chance to breed me with his toxic cum yet and I want it really bad. Do you feel like a bugchasing cum dump whore now?" I managed to say "Fuck yeah, and oh God, I love you!" Then he pulled my head down and started making out with me again. We were both getting bred by poz guys, and I had no idea how toxic the fuck was going to be - and didn't care. "I'm gonna cum now!" announced the guy fucking my ass. I didn't know what he looked like, and was fairly sure he hadn't actually gotten any sight of me, but it didn't matter: at that very moment he was sperming my asshole. "Fuck, you just get bred!" was his parting comment as he slowly withdrew from my ass, giving me an appreciative tap on the ass. At this point poz cum was running out of my gaping asshole and various guys in the video room were sliding their fingers in and out of my battered hole. It didn't matter how much is in my bank account or what kind of car I drove. To the men I was a piece of meat, just for their pleasure. I could tell that Justin's fuck strokes were getting harder, as Brad's body was bouncing back and forth from the fucking. Justin was going to cum soon, and Brad was going to share the virus strain that had just gone into my body. I was stroking Brad's nipples, and telling him how hot he must look getting fucked in the middle of all these guys. Justin started grunting and breathing hard and then announced "I'm cumming up your ass, dude! Here it comes!" Brad's eyes rolled in the back of his head in ecstasy. Justin was totally turned on by finally getting the sex that his neg boyfriend wasn't giving him, and he got to breed his first neg hole and the poz hole of his support group buddy. And for Brad and me, well, we had taken poz loads side-by-side from two different poz guys. And we couldn't have been happier.

Quinn "OH NO, Jason NO!" I can't help but yell. This cant be happening to me. I finally find a man I feel I can trust, a man I want to be with. He's just made love to me like no one has ever before, and he's possibly given me HIV. I don't know what to do. I try to get away but he's got me up against the headboard. You're on antivirals, right?" "I was, but my last blood work showed elevated liver enzymes so my doctor has taken me off of them, and after they've cleared my system we'll do another test to see if the meds are causing the problem." "Ok, but it takes time for the virus to build back up right?" I'm pleading with him. I'm grasping at straws. No, no, this can't be happening to me. Suddenly I feel his cock twitch deep inside me. Oh god I can't help but moan with pleasure, even though I realize he's still in me with his HIV-loaded cock. "Yes, it does take time to build back up." Jason's looking me in the eyes and I see he cares for me and I instinctively find myself relaxing. Then he continued adding "Baby, it takes two days and I've been off of them for almost three weeks." "OH no." I've got to get him out of me. I have to get to the bathroom and clean his load out. I start to squirm and pull away but he's got a firm grip on my thighs. I try to push him out him out but all this does is make his cock even harder and bury itself even deeper in me. Then he shifts slightly and he hits that spot inside me. "OH God" I can't help but moan. He feels so good inside me. No one has ever felt this good inside me but I scared to death. Where will I go? How can I finish school? What is my mother going to do to me? Jason slides his hands up my thighs and grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him embedding his cock deeply in my ass. I can feel it twitching and flexing which makes me moan and want him more. But I can't get infected. It will ruin me. He pulls back some and I feel like there's a void left where he was, where he should be. No I can't think like that he has to get out of me, its a good thing he's pulling out of me. He leans over and licks up the cum off my stomach and then he pushes back in and leans down and kisses me deep. The taste of my cum and his cock sliding back into me is more then I can take. I don't know what to do I want to run and get away but I need to have him buried deep inside me. I don't want anyone but him to ever fuck me again. "Taste that love? That's going to be one of your last neg loads. You'll have a few more but soon you'll be infected, you'll have my DNA inside you, you'll be mine" He pulls back and then angles his dick right into the spot again. I squirt cum again, how does he do that to me? He makes me squirt and I'm not even cuming or touching myself, its like he's pushing all my neg juice out so it can be filled with toxic seed instead. "I'm going to get sick, right?" I can't help but ask. Again his cock twitches and expands. Its like his cock is excited by my fear and with the thought of shooting its viral load into me. "Yes baby you will, but I'll take care of you," and then he starts again. He's been just sitting there with his cock in me barely moving but now he's actively fucking me again. His cock is so thick its like a torpedo bombing its way into me. When he starts to pull back its like my ass can't help but push because of the way he's tapered but his cock never leaves my ass completely. His head is just inside me, pulsing dripping more precum, more virus into me. Then, in one steady push, he's sliding all the way back into me. "Oh God, Jason I can't." He leans over and kisses me deeply but gently. My whole world become centered on his lips. He gently places his hands on either side of my face, looks me in the eye and then leans in and his tongue is dancing with mine as he grinds his hip against my ass. This is right, this is where I need to be. I need this man to make me his but I'm still so scared. He slides back a few inches and just throbs inside of me, making small jabbing motions that are diving me crazy. He caresses my sides and his hands move down to my hips. He grabs them firmly and hikes my ass up and drives his cock in as deep as it could go. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist and my arms around his shoulder and I kiss him back. He acknowledges my surrender to him with a smile and says "I'm very proud of you my young man. I'm going to make you mine, your going to be a part of me soon. You'll always have me with you." His breathing is getting heavier and I can feel this cock getting even thicker. Damn how thick can his cock get? It fills me up like nothing ever has, its taking possession of me, its going to blast inside me and claim me. His pace is picking up and I can't help but moan and pant as he's taking over my body. He's using my hips to pull me onto his cock burying it as deep as it can into me. He's pounding away at my ass and its right. Its what I want, what I need. I need for Jason to make me his. "YES, Oh fuck" He groans into me ear and he shifts in such a way that he's right on that spot and I can feel his cock kicking and throbbing inside me. I can't help myself I bury my heals into his ass as I arch my back to get as much of his cock as I can and I'm shooting my load all over us. We're moving together to get his cock as far inside me as its physically possible. The only thing between us is his pubic hair as it grinds against my ass. As I start to calm down from another mind blowing orgasm my mind kicks in again. "Oh fuck, I've taken two poz loads now!" "Yes, and that's just a start, baby."

prepare your arse for breeding by using a toothbrush.......just before taking multi loads.