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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

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

No limits piss pig here. I can’t get enough piss and will not spill a drop. I also love to have guys save piss and bottles and make me drink it for them. I also like to drink saved bottles of piss and cum, or drink cum from used condoms. No limits ...I also travel a lot so I can maybe plan something for the right person. kik bw61088

John is a good friend. He is younger, around thirty, 70 kilos and around 1.75cm. But he looks much younger. He goes to the gym so he looks like a wrestle. People tend to like him. I guess it is his smile. Tops adore him. I guess it is his nice round smooth bubble butt… one think I know for sure… he definitely knows how to use it. He is a cumdump like me. But I enjoy so much watching him getting fucked that I don’t mind sharing the tops with him. He is one of those law key good hearted bottoms who deny no cock and after they take the load they say thank you. I am different. I say the Next. We first met in a bareback party one Thursday evening in a bar. We happened to put our asses on a bench… side by side. He smiled in a way that only generous bottoms do. So I decided to be nice… I shared my poppers with him. Later on we had a beer and we laughed talking about the importance of semen in our hole, both agreeing that we are focused more to the sperm than the size of the dick who delivers it. In bareback parties I seldom talk. With him it was different. We clicked. I had seen the scars on his hands so I knew he was a slammer but I didn’t say anything about our common chem habbits . I am old enough to know when and where I ask questions. I even gave him my load. It is so nice to meet a bottom who is more bottom than me and his hole was so nice and sloppy that I couldn’t resist. When I bred him he said thank you to me as well. I told you he is a really nice guy. In the next few months I met him three or four times. Always in those bareback parties. And always in clubs. Every time we met each other we kept the same routine. Bend on our knees and getting fucked doggy style taking loads from random tops, then going to the bar having a drink and then return back on the bench sharing the poppers. It was in one of those Thursdays that he asked me to go to his place after the party and sleep together. Just sleep. I had no plans for the next morning so I agreed. Nice studio apartment. Big bed. Big kitchen. Two big bathrooms. A huge TV that played straight porn with no sound. And all the glasses of windows painted in black. You had to slide the glass to see the daylight. I was OK with that. I like pitch dark when I sleep. And my sleep is not easy since I know a thing or two of slamming my self. We had a nice long shower. We drank our cocoa milk and we slept. I was still a student in the University the last time I shared the sleep with a bottom. I have to admit. It was a comfortable sleep. He had a way to make things easy with the snuggle. I am usually not good with intimacy. But with him was different. I loved the touch of his skin of his back stucking on my belly. It seems that I have missed a good snuggle more than I wanted it to admit. Next morning I woke up first, cooked some scrambled eggs and made some tea. “So Johnny”, I said when he was drinking his chamomile tea. “What’s on your mind? ” I took him a bit by surprise. “What do you mean? “ he asked. “I mean you need something. All this time we know each other you smile and you are friendly, and I thank you for that, but the truth is that you were checking me out. “You never flirt the tops they fuck you, you are friendly of course with them but always distant, you don’t share data about your life and your name is not John but its Stephan…“ I had seen a bill for the electricity stuck with a magnet on the fridge. “Which It is ok by me. You have every reason to protect your privacy, just next time you bring someone you don’t know, be a bit more careful and not leave traces around… but to let you know… I will continue to call you John… ” He blushed. “John is fine with me… And sorry… you deserved to know my true name at least.” I smiled my way. The father figure way that I carry only to certain occasions. And he was still a good guy. There are certain truths that you don’t share easily specially with people you meet in parties sharing loads and poppers. He got more relaxed. “So you were checking me out to see if you can trust me and then you brought me to your place to see if I fit and then you asked me to sleep as for a test to see how safe you can be when you are vulnerable. Isn’t that right? “ Now he was really speechless… “Damn you are good… what is your job you said? “ “Look kid I am a cumdump. But I am a really good one. One of the best you will ever encounter. And I guess I have been wandering in those steep hills of depravity quite a long time to recognize the whatever hidden agendas… And you are right. I like you… so you have no reason to feel awkward as long as you are not keeping me in the dark with your true intentions. So what’s up? “. He had a last zip of the tea. He looked at me like a boyscott ready to start an adventure. And then he spelled it out. “I have my birthday next Saturday. I want to celebrate it with a bang. I want to become a hole. A true hole like the one you see in the creampie gangbang porn films. Where one man after the other enter the room get hard shove it in give the load and then go. But I can not do it alone. And It is not something I can ask from any of my friends without them freaking out… So I had to find someone who can understand and not judge and with whom I can feel safe when and if the door opens and the cocks start pouring in…” What a great way to celebrate the new decade. He was waiting for my response. “Tops are a bit possessive. Bottoms are easier to trust… “ he continued. Well I guess he has a point. But all these stereotypes are a bit dated. Or maybe I am dated. I had to give an answer. Stood up and went to pee. I needed some time to gather my thoughts. The kid was brave. Braver than what I used to be twenty years ago. That’s for sure. He was washing the dishes. I took the towel to dry them. My voice was firm. Damn I could be a decent Top using that voice. “OK… but you need some training for that particular night. We have a week. If you are to become a hole you wish than you will have to slam hard and go to the zone…Do not look at me like I am any wizard. I know you slam kiddo… Look at your arms. No matter how good you cover them with make up I can see your small scars. Look I love being close to a chem slam hole. So… yes I can do what you are asking me…. Be by your side and make sure you get not into trouble and you won’t get robbed from your nice silverware. But to do so you have to follow my orders. With ‘no buts and no ifs’… and most important ‘no secret agendas’... I am I clear? “ He shook his head and then gave me that smile. Damn kiddo… what a beautiful smile….

I have really gotten into being strangled with a belt while the man fucks me doggystyle.makes me feel like a breeding animal and the guy really fucks me hard that way

I have been doing the apt to apt pump n dump thing all day and was on my way home when I saw a homeless guy that sometimes fucks me. he asked if I had a few minutes to "smoke a j and whatever"with him lol so we found a quiet alley and he said "you got lube?" I said "don't need any.my hole is sloppy with cum" pulled down my shorts, bent me over against a dumpster and fucked a nice big load into me. he said "fuck this pussy been busy today. it feels so loose. I don't even wanna know how many loads are in here" lol" then we smoked a j and parted ways.

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 😉

He's got some HOT amateur vids ... like the verbal curly haired twink who says "I can feel your cum inside me!". Here: [think before following links] https://www.xtube.com/video-watch/breeding-a-twink-30334831

Date Rape I wasn't really looking for a hole, he just happened on me. I was in the Eagle as usual, sitting at the bar drinking my beer and smoking my cigar. He'd been sitting on the stool to the right of me, talking to the guy on his right side and pretty much ignoring me. I knew that cause I'd been watching him in the mirror, and he was really interested in the other guy, and not too excited about me. But his interest in the fellow on the other side wasn't enough to keep the guy there, when a better looking guy came up and started chatting with him. Those two had left together, and then when it was just the two of us, he began to talk to me. I'd had enough drinks that I was a little more loose of tongue than usual, so I kept up with him, and the raunchier he talked, the more I talked. He was a pretty good looking fellow, I'd guess mid to late 30's, light beard, sandy brown hair, dark eyes, kinda sad looking. He wasn't too heavy, but could stand to work out. Of course, who am I to talk, I'm a real bear of a man, hairy all over, with saltnpepper hair and beard that show my age. Basically he sort of gave me the condensed version of his life story, how he'd had a lover but was now alone. He'd been using safe sex even with the lover, but after that was over, he'd hooked up with a guy one night that was into raw, bareback sex. He said he'd never had a guy shoot his load up his ass before, but that one night changed his life. He told me it was the most incredible sexual experience he had ever had. Now you understand, I'm a Poz bareback top, so he was really preaching to the choir, but I wanted to hear his side of it, so I didn't say anything, I just listened and asked enough questions to keep him talking and find out more. Luckily this guy had been at the bar quite a while, so he had inhaled enough beer to make his tongue very loose, and he was telling me a lot more than he would or should have. His name was Tom, he'd lived in the area all his life, in fact he lived in an apartment building not too far from the bar. I didn't tell him I lived just a few blocks further away, I let him do the talking. Anyway, the guy he had been talking to earlier he had met online, and they had agreed to meet tonight at the bar, to see if they liked each other. The reason Tom had picked this particular guy was that he was Poz. Tom wanted this guy to be the one to plant the bug in his ass, so that he could get over the hump and have bareback sex without the constant worry. But he was so uptight about it that he wanted whoever gave him the bug to also give him the "date rape" drug, so that he wouldn't be able to resist. He was afraid that he might chicken out at the very end and kick the cock out of his ass before it delivered the dirty load. When Tom had told the guy he had met tonight what he wanted, it had turned the guy off. He just wanted to fuck raw, he didn't want to have to rape his date. So now Tom was crying into his beer, confessing his warped desire to a stranger at a bar. Now what Tom didn't know was that I was feeling like the luckiest man in the world. I had been over to visit a friend just before I hit the bar. The point of my visit was to pick up a little of the above-mentioned drug. It has to be refrigerated, so I had it all wrapped up in a padded freezer container, like you see on TV, and it was in my coat pocket. So I began to wonder how I could make the dreams of two men cum true. I had been looking for a guy to use it on, and I thought I had one lined up a few days from now. But when life deals you a card like this, you play it. I was so excited I was having trouble concealing it. I was beginning to get drunk, so I concentrated more on smoking and less on drinking so I could stay ahead of Tom. He was very loose now, so I'd have to stay ahead of him and keep him at the bar, otherwise he'd realize how drunk he was and go home to sleep it off. So I did my best counseling, putting my arm around his shoulder, telling him he wasn't crazy or weird, he had normal urges like everyone else, don't worry about it, relax, you're an OK guy, the things you say to a guy you want to get in your bed. All the time I was doing this I was very carefully peeling open the wrapper in my coat pocket, as my coat was over the back of the barstool I was sitting on. I was able to get my left hand into the coat pocket while working Tom's shoulder with my right arm. Every time I was about to move or make a noise with the wrapper, I'd squeeze his shoulder or hug him tight so he wouldn't notice. And soon I had a very cold bottle stuck between my legs. I had to do some fancy work to keep Tom looking over at the pretty boys that just came into the bar and not at what I was doing, trying to push down and turn the cap and get the damn thing open. And then I had to spin him around to look at the hot man playing the pinball machine while I leaned over to tap the ash off my cigar, when I actually had the bottle in the same hand, and poured just enough into the beer he had left in front of him. Then I closed the bottle and eased it back into the wrapper, while urging Tom to tell me more about what he wanted out of his rape scene. Tom was almost running off at the mouth now, so glad to finally have someone he could talk to about what he wanted. He was describing a scene that had my cock so stiff and dripping precum that I was sure I had a big wet spot in my pants, but the cold bottle against my balls had cut some of that back. I finally got the bottle put away just as Tom was finishing up the beer. I knew I had to act quick, so I advised Tom that he needed to go home and get some rest, he'd had too much to drink, etc. It worked, he was so drunk he couldn't think straight, and the drug was beginning to take effect. I had to help him put on his coat and help him count the money out to the bartender as he paid his bill. The bartender gave me that look that said "You are gonna see that this drunk gets out of here safely, aren't you?" I was all smiles and helped Tom to the door, as he was in that listing stage that is just before the staggers. I knew exactly what was happening, he didn't. When we got out in the night air it sort of sobered Tom up a little, he began to search for his keys and try to remember where he parked his car. This was the time to tell him that I lived just a little beyond him, and offer to drive him home, as he was in no condition to be driving, as drunk as he was. Did he want to risk a ticket or an accident? No, sir, I could take him home safely, and he could easily come back in the morning to get his car. The fog was settling in, I could see it in his eyes. Tom could do little but agree, and I led him to my van. My van is basically a rolling bedroom. Two seats up front, and then a huge empty back with nothing but packing pads. No windows. Curtain between the front and the back, so no one can see what's going on. I opened the back and helped Tom in, and I told him to lay down and rest till we got home. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, so he just climbed in, laid down, and flopped like a wet washrag. He was out, gone. I had timed it perfectly. Wonderful! I locked up the back and got in the front and got my cell phone and called my buddy Rudy that had given me the drug. I told him "I got a live one, Rudy, I've already used the drug, but I need some help getting this guy into my apartment." Luckily Rudy was about as far from the bar in the other direction, so I didn't take him long to get there, just long enough for me to get to my place, open it all up and get it ready, and have a smoke. When Rudy pulled up, he helped me get Tom out of the back and into my place. I have a first floor place with a door on street level, so it wasn't too obvious what was going on, just two friends helping a drunk friend home. While I got Tom stripped and into my bed, Rudy set up the video equipment and the digital camera. We were going to document this for Tom, so he had some proof of what was going on. I made a pot of coffee, as I needed to be up and sober, and Rudy had some, though he spiked his with a little whiskey. Rudy would be the photographer, I would be the rapist, and Tom would be the victim. I figured with all the beer and the drug, we had a good two hours before he came around. I sucked Tom's Dick to be sure he was out, and there was no response, so he was gone. Rudy connected the video cam to the TV on the chest of drawers opposite the bed, so I could watch what he was taping and be sure we got it all set up correctly. He put the video camera on the tripod and used the digital cam to get several shots of Tom passed out on the bed, naked, face down. After we had all the preliminary stuff, then Rudy got the video cam aimed at me as I stripped, taking a few flash pix as well, of me getting naked and working my cock up good and stiff. You know how sometimes it's hard getting your cock into a guy when he's tight. Well, try it sometime when he's passed out and dead to the world. There was no telling him to lift his ass a little, I just had to keep lubing up the hole and probing it. Once I had the cockhead in, I just eased down and in, and I as I did I began the narration of the event, facing into the camera and addressing it mainly to Tom, to show him what had happened. We got some excellent shots of my cock popping his ass open, me sliding in, and finally of me fucking his ass, and of course we got the whole thing on tape. As I was fucking him and getting close to the point of cumming in his ass I stopped to tell the camera that this was it, the moment of conversion. Rudy got an excellent shot of my ass muscles puckering up when I fired the first shots. And I didn't realize how much I was talking till I saw the video, I was really telling him what was happening, that I was shooting my dirty load up his hot hole, etc. Soon there was sweat dripping off my nose on his back, and we got a beautiful shot of a cummy cock pulling out of his hole, and the cum oozing out of his open asshole. He never moved during the whole fuck, it was like fucking a dead man. Then Rudy and I shut off the video cam and had a smoke break. Rudy had his cock out jacking it while I was cumming, and I asked him if he wanted to add his load, but he said he wanted to wait and see what the guy thought, if he wanted it, cause he was always up for a hot fuck in another guy's cum. I had some coffee while I smoked and thought about what we should do next. It had been over an hour, I had given him a light dose, he should be coming to soon. I was jacking my cock, trying to get it up, and Rudy was kind enough to give me a light blow job to get me started. I was about to start undressing him, so I could return the favor, when he stopped and got up and turned the camera and TV on again, so it was time for act two. We had flipped Tom over on his back, and he was spread all across the bed, arms out, legs spread, ass still drooling a little of that first load. I got on the bed, and it really took a lot of work to get into him that way, I had to put his legs on my shoulders and try to hold them there while I raised his ass enough to get my cock in. He was nice and juicy with my cumload, and I had lubed up, so once I got the angle right, I could get in, but getting there was difficult. His legs kept falling off my shoulders, and it was rather funny when we watched the tape later, but not then. I finally got him all wadded up, holding his ass up with my knees and his legs over my shoulders, so I could fuck hard enough to get a cumshot without any assistance from the bottom. I was working into the fuck, getting up steam, when Tom began to moan and move a little. I held my head right against his ear, and I told him "Tom, you need to wake up now, Lover, can you hear me?" He opened his eyes and blinked a couple times and looked at me. I rose up a little so he could see me through the fog in his brain. I kept fuckin him, I was getting close, and I wanted to be right at the edge. "Tom, remember me? Jerry? From the bar? Remember how you told me you wanted to be fucked poz?" He wiped his face and eyes and seemed to become aware of what was going on. His ass tightened up real hard around my cock. Then he looked at me, and I could tell he was feeling the fuck and beginning to understand what was happening. "Jerry, what's going on?" His legs began to straighten a little, I had to hold him tight to keep my cock in his ass. "You told me you wanted a poz load up your ass, Tom, and if you just relax, feel it now when I cum in your ass. You're getting that poz load you wanted so bad." I started fucking him hard again, and as I got to the edge and began to go over it, I stopped and held real still, so he could feel my cock spasm in his ass. "Oh, God!" His legs went straight up over his head. "Do it man, I can feel it! Oh, God! Fuck me Poz man, fuck my ass!" I started fucking him hard again, as my cock unloaded the second dirty load into his fuckhole. He grabbed me with his legs, his heels in my ass cheeks, forcing my cock in even deeper. I pumped that load in as deep and hard as I could, and I kissed him hard. He had his tongue in my mouth and his hands were all over me, hugging me, messing up my hair. He was in a fuck frenzy, doing everything a bottom does when he wants that load deep, and I was doing everything a top does to plant it deep and heavy, he was really spurring me on. It took a long time for us to wind down from that, but finally my cock deflated and I fell out of his ass. I gave him one last kiss as I climbed off him, and I sucked his cock clean of the strings of precum that had dribbled out during the fuck. That was when he finally noticed Rudy with the video camera and saw the TV showing us the scene. I could see him realizing exactly what was going on. Rudy shoved his cock back in his pants and zipped up, then he turned his attention to the equipment as I explained to Tom what had happened and that we had the whole scene on tape. I introduced Rudy to Tom, and Tom was both embarrassed and excited. He wanted to see, so we had to rewind the tape and show him the whole first rape scene, and then the second, and he kept saying "Oh, God, it was just what I wanted, man, it was just what I wanted!" Watching the tape had gotten Tom's cock stiff as a poker, and Rudy had gotten his cock out and was stroking it up, so when the tape ran out, I leaned over and began to suck Tom's cock, and Rudy came over and offered his cock to Tom, and he took it in his mouth greedily, so excited by what had happened that he had seen on the tape. After a minute I asked Tom if he wanted to guarantee his conversion. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Let's put a different strain in on top of the two loads you just got. Rudy's poz too, and a great fucker." Rudy smiled at Tom, and Tom said sure, and spread out on the middle of the bed, as I got out of the way and Rudy quickly stripped off his clothes. Rudy is tall, about 6' 1" or so, and thin. He's got a nice long cock with a big head on it. He's not as thick as I am, but longer. He's got black hair and isn't too hairy, just a little bush around the crotch, but nice hairy juicy balls that hang down low and slap a bottoms ass while he fucks. Rudy had Tom suck him up stiff and juicy again, and I got the video camera and TV going again, so we could get this fuck on tape, too. When Rudy was ready, he pulled Tom up, and Tom was a little shorter than him. They kissed, Tom working Rudy's cock and Rudy feeling up that juicy ass he was after. Then Rudy turned Tom around and centered his cock on Tom's hole, and held him tight against him and thrust in. Now Rudy is not as thick as me, like I said, so he slid in easy on my loads, but he hit bottom and it took a little work to get that long fuckpole of his past Tom's second sphincter. There was a lot of moaning and Tom had to bend over a little and work his ass with a lot of wiggling, to get that meat all the way in, and I got it all on tape. It is one of the most exciting sequences. Then they moved as a team, joined together, onto the bed, where Rudy stood on the floor and Tom got on hands and knees, so Rudy could fuck him doggie style. I moved the tripod around to the side, to get all the action. Rudy's cock is so long you could easily see it pistoning in and out, and his balls flapping against Tom's ass. Once I had it set, I was just standing there naked, jacking my cock, watching as Rudy held Tom's ass and centered that pistoning fuckrod. Tom looked over at me and smiled and said "Join us!", so I went over to the other side and let Tom suck me up while he got fucked. Rudy fucks long and hard before he shoots, so I knew it would take a while to get him off in Tom's juicy ass. After Tom had sucked me up stiff, I reached under and found Tom's stiff cock dribbling precum and about ready to blow. So I pulled my cock out of Tom's mouth, laid down on the bed on my back, and crept under Tom, slowly getting in 69 position. As soon as Tom realized what I was doing, he raised up let me get in position, and then lowered his cock into my waiting mouth, and took my stiff member in his mouth. It was difficult to suck Tom with Rudy slamming into him so hard, but I moved down so that the force of Rudy's fuckstrokes would shove Tom's stiff cock into my mouth. Tom was really going to town on me. I didn't have much cum left, if any, so he was sucking my shaved balls and licking me all over, just having a wonderful time with that long rod up his ass and a hungry man sucking him off. Rudy said he was getting close, and Tom tried to say something, but he had my cock back in his mouth and it was just a muffled grunt. Rudy then began to fuck him furiously, I knew he was shooting his load into Tom's ass. Then I suddenly got the biggest mouthful of cum I think I've ever had, and it took me a long time to be able to swallow it all, with that stiff cock constantly being pounded down my throat. I thought I was gonna gag from it. Rudy made one final hard thrust and stayed in deep, and hugged Tom real tight. On the video you can see the sweat all over him, dripping from his chest onto Tom's back. Tom was sucking my cock, hoping to get something, but there was nothing there. His cock was deflating in my mouth, finally, and I was sucking the last strings of heavy gooey fluid out, it had obviously been a long time since he'd had a cumshot. It tasted wonderful, salty and spermy, with little pustules of dried up cum in it. Rudy finally pulled out, and there was a string of his cum from Tom's ass to his cockhead that shows up beautifully on the tape. He gave Tom's ass a parting slap, which knocked Tom's cock out of my mouth, and Tom gave up on my cock and we began to disentangle. We all had to have a cigarette and watch the tape, and it was just great, Tom kept telling me how wonderful it felt to feel Rudy cum in his ass just as he was shooting in my mouth. You can't see much of Tom cumming in my mouth, by the time he climbed off I had swallowed it and licked his cockhead clean. Rudy got dressed and packed up his equipment, leaving the video tape for me to duplicate on my machine. Tom was on the bed, spread-eagled, trying to recover from what had happened. After Rudy left we sat on the bed and talked for what seemed a long time. I offered to get dressed and take Tom back to his car, but he said he was too tired, if I didn't mind he'd just spend the rest of the night with me. I didn't mind, we had a good time just talking. Tom just couldn't get over that it had happened, it was just what he wanted, in fact even better, he had two poz tops seed his ass with dirty sperm, so he was really high. I'd had so much coffee that it took me a while to run down, but eventually we ended up kissing, and that led to the final fuck of the night. This one wasn't the fireworks kind, it was a long lover's fuck. After we had started doggie and then kissed facing as we fucked for a long time, we got on our sides, and my third load oozed up his ass very slowly, though he said he could still feel it when I shot, even with his ass as worn out as it was. We fell asleep with my cock inside him, and when I woke up very late the next morning, I was able to fuck him awake and give him a small load to start the day. About four weeks later he called me. He'd had a cold and gone to the doctor, and gotten tested. He invited me come over and spend the night with him again, to celebrate. Jerry Prince RawTopDad@AOL.com 3/31/00

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 bottom line you take or give raw loads you are going to catch something.

Covid is driving me crazy. I moved the weekend before the lockdown started. No opportunity to develop a network of regulars before the lockdown. With the move, I started a new job at an essential business. As a new employee, I’m not ready to put my career at risk by getting covid just yet. But the lack of physical connection is unbearable. So I’ve been completely dry since early March. Zoom meetings are no substitute for the real thing. I can see myself giving in soon, just trying to figure out how to get the connection while limiting my exposure.

Hell, if everyone is recalling the Eagle, lets not forget about Mans Country wrapped around the Eagle. Yeah, it was ratty and run down and the wet area was long past maintained- but it is the only bath house in the world that, once you paid the $10 membership fee- you were a member for life. I found it while in Chicago in the early 80's for a huge food service show at the convention center. Bought my membership , went in, and at some point in the night I fell asleep up in the show- dance room area, on top of some over sized pillow or cushion of some sort. At some point I woke up, with a guy pushing his cock in my ass and fucking me then and there. 24 years later , I was single after a 19 yr partnership ended, and made it a point to do IML at least once in my lifetime. On day 3 of IML, I headed north to Mans Country mid afternoon, and once there the clerk would not let me buy a membership since I once had one- 2 or 3 others were waiting to enter by now,but he hustled off to the office, pulled the old files, and came back 5 minutes later and had my original application card- made a new card with my membership number and finished checking me in.

Part 1 - November 2018 Darren sat in the chair wiping his eyes, his head lowered trying to comprehend what the counsellor was telling him. All he saw was her mouth moving, the words just didn't make sense in his mind and he completely broke down. The doctor sat there in silence watching and probably judging him based on where he was from. What he did see was a 22 year old lad from the estate and most likely a habitual drug user and thief. His dark buzzed haircut and sporadic tattoos on his arm that probably extended across his body as well were classic for persons from the estate. He was a fairly well built young man standing five feet nine inches tall with a nice muscle definition, not big by any standards but also not small and one who could easily look after himself. Having been his doctor all his young life Darren had matured in to an attractive 22 year old and it was hard seeing him like this now. His blue eyes lost their sparkle against the redness from his crying which had gone on for nearly 20 minutes, the doctor was fast loosing interest as in reality he saw just another person from a family that lived on state benefits from the Flowers estate. You could say his life was mapped out unless he did something to lift himself out of the estate that was rife with drugs and gang culture. Dr Edwards excused himself and walked out the room and grabbed some water leaning back against the wall, questioning his own ethical practice and judgment. He couldn't fathom out why these people ever acted so surprised when they caught something from whatever it was they were doing. Looking up at the ceiling he never expected someone so young to be diagnosed with HIV in his area, he wondered if his judgement was premature as there were no tell tell signs of needle marks. The lad would just sit there and deny any knowledge of how he could have possibly contracted it, in fact he almost raged when the doctor began asking personal questions. His mother, Rose, sat there more concerned about getting back to watching TV than being with her son, at one point she looked at him 'are you still crying' she said displaying no emotion to him. Dr Edwards crunched the paper cup in his hand and threw it in the bin, composing himself he opened the door and entered the counselling room. Rose looked up at the doctor "Are we done here?" she said picking her bag up. "I'm sorry Mrs Stevens do you have somewhere you need to be?" Dr Edwards asked sitting back down. Rose looked at the doctor and counsellor "What else do you need me here for?" she replied. Rose stood up and walked out of the room nearly knocking the pharmacist over who was bringing the medication for Darren to the counselling room. He checked over the prescription making sure it was the correct drugs. "Darren, there is 3 months here which you must take do you understand?" Dr Edwards asked seeing him nod. Darren looked at him "Just for 3 months?" he asked wiping his eyes. "Darren you will have take this for the rest of your life to keep the virus under control" he replied. Darren broke down again at the full reality of how his life changed "You can't treat it?" he sobbed. "If you take the medication you can go on living a normal life" Dr Edwards explained. "Really?" Darren asked looking up and the doctor nodded. "Come back in 2 weeks and we can check the virus levels are going down" Dr Edwards said standing up. Darren had calmed down enough and took the bag of medication and instruction sheet from the doctor, he stood and walked out of the clinic. He still felt sick, but then he was carrying a very high viral load of 750k which resulted in him falling ill for the second time that month. He sat in his bedroom afraid to go and hang out with his friends, he knew how he got it and who gave it to him and he was hell bent on getting his revenge somehow. The problem was he would have to do it alone as he couldn't risk any of his friends finding out as they would probably turn on him. After a week of sitting in his room and slipping out to walk up along the Malvern hills he was beginning to feel better, by the second week he had been to see Dr Edwards again for another blood test. Hoping to get the results there and then he was told to come back in two weeks for another test, Dr Edwards said that if anything was not right they would call him. He sat in the waiting room four weeks after the initial diagnosis feeling much better, the nurse came out and called him in to the doctors room. "Darren hello, take a seat and I will be with you" Dr Edwards said reading through Darren's file. Darren closed the door "Hi" he said and sat down looking at him. Dr Edwards looked up "Good your viral load is down to 300k but still some way to go" he said smiling. Darren nodded "I feel a lot better as well" he told the doctor. "Keep taking the medication Darren, be as regular as you can and you will be back to normal" Dr Edwards told him. Darren looked at him "Normal, with this hanging over me?" he replied taken back. "There is no need not have a normal life Darren" Dr Edwards said looking at him. Darren half smiled "Okay" he said as the doctor gave him another appointment in one months time. "You should find yourself a job Darren, your bright enough to make something of your life don't end up on this estate forever" Dr Edwards said cautiously. Darren looked up at him "Giving career advice now as well" he said trying to be light hearted about it. Dr Edwards chuckled "Really Darren, you could make something of your life you have what it takes". He walked home contemplating what the doctor had said, he knew Dr Edwards was right and seemed to show some concern for him. But for the moment he had no idea how or what, he did know that hanging around with his friends would not allow him to move on. If he was honest with himself he really wanted off the estate and find a sensible life. It caused him to question if getting the revenge was really what he wanted to do or even if it would be worthwhile, no matter what he did he was still going to have HIV at the end of it. Apart from the gang of friends who he hung out with around the estate his existence was a lonely one. He had no patience to be with a girl despite many of them swooning over him because of his looks and tattoos, he just never felt it was what he wanted. A mother who neither cared or wanted him in the house, a father who was lazy as fuck and only showered and shaved once a week when he went to the pub. He sat down in the park looking across the road at the estate and suddenly seeing it for what it really was, run down and a grotty place with grotty residents, the people in the town avoided cutting across and took the long way round despite the inconvenience. The families were abusive, rough and picked on anyone who had the balls to cut through their territory. It never use to be like this he thought, the last 7 years it had gained a bad reputation all over town and in the indeed the county. Sitting on the swing he thought about that late afternoon two years ago that lead him to this point in his life. To him it was just normal to pick on the guy as he had in school, the years that had gone by didn't seem to have made any difference. He still enjoyed taunting him and calling him a poofter when he saw Byron. But this time he had pushed him over the edge, finally having had enough of the years of abuse he turned and made Darren atone for his sins over the years. He never expected or saw it coming but Byron had changed and he never fathomed how much muscle Byron now packed as he felt himself overpowered with ease. He hadn't seen Byron since that afternoon, he did wonder if he was keeping a low profile and avoiding crossing the estate now. Byron is the same age and was in his classes at school until he left having won a scholarship at some private school. The scrawny upper class prick Darren thought remembering back, his blond hair, blue eyes and slight frame. The timid shy person was easy pickings at school. Not today he isn't he thought, he still has blond hair and blue eyes and that is where it ends. He now stands at five feet ten inches tall, a dancers build that is fit and heavily muscled, you would never know that as he wears loose clothing. That is what fooled Darren to think he could still take Byron down. Byron picked up his suitcase from the luggage carousel at Heathrow and said good bye to several of the cast members who had flown back on the same flight from New York. Promising they would go out on his return to London before they started rehearsals for their next show on one of the popular TV reality shows. Today though he was going back home to Malvern and his foster parents to spend the next two weeks over Christmas with them. Thankful that at least he could have a nice rest and recharge his batteries. The driver spotted him coming through the arrivals exit, you couldn't miss Byron with his little bun on the top of his head and a kind of designer stubble adorning the now chiselled features on his face. He cut an imposing silhouette amongst the crowd exiting the doors, the driver walked towards him and waved, Byron smiled in acknowledgement. Tom had driven Byron around quite a bit over the last year and they had become fairly acquainted with each other, they shook hands and walked out of the terminal over to the short stay car park. "How was your trip to New York Byron?" Tom asked heaving the case in to the trunk of the car. "Really good but exhausting" he replied "two months of two shows a day, kind of glad to be home for the rest". Tom chuckled "I read that you were quite a hit on Broadway, the singing and dancing" he said looking at him. Byron laughed and sat in the back seat "Only one song in the musical, I didn't want to but they coerced me". "Don't Byron" Tom said as they pulled out of the car park "I have heard you sing, you are amazing". They rattled on for the entire drive to Malvern, Byron actually was quite fond of Tom and had no problem engaging in conversation. Mountview had spotted a star in the making with Byron, almost the triple threat of singing, dancing and acting which was perfect for musical theatre. Byron however found his first love in dancing weather contemporary, ballet or ballroom he was pretty good at all styles. He was the first dancer that Mountview put with one of the top talent agencies and the only dancer who got private transport instead of public. He knew time was ticking and he would have to start on medication soon since his last test showed he was running a virus level of 600k, but due to his fitness he remained very healthy, albeit dangerous to have sex with. The car passed the outskirts of Malvern and headed through the town stopping at a set of traffic lights across from the Flowers estate. "God that place looks worse every time I see it" Byron said seeing Tom look over to his right. He nodded "Not a place you want to go through I hear" Tom said. Byron looked at Tom "Use to be such a nice place, but I guess a generation has moved on" he said wondering if Darren was still being a bully. They drove for several more minutes turning on to a leafy road with sprawling houses set back off the road either side. Continuing half way down they made a left turn on to the drive of his family home, the front door opened as his foster mother stood on the steps beaming at his arrival. Although he was old enough to leave and do his own thing he was still part of their family and he looked on them as his real parents. After all he owed a lot to them as they encouraged him and helped him down the performing arts route. Every review and production they would attend supporting Byron, Jane was impressed by how Byron had changed physically and become the handsome, kind and affectionate person he is today. Byron was retrieving his case from Tom when a red Porsche turned on to the drive and Stefan stepped running across the driveway hugging Byron. "How did you know I was coming home?" Byron asked letting go of Stefan. Stefan laughed and put his arm around his shoulder "Your mother texted me this morning" he said. Byron was so overjoyed to see Stefan that he welled up as they hugged. Through the years that passed and at every corner Stefan proved to be a friend, they really did count on each other. Maturing from just school friends to an incredibly close bond they formed over the years. A few snow flurries danced around in the air as the biting cold wind swirled across their faces. His mother called them both in to the warmth of his home.

Hi Sir thanks! My [deleted] is yourhivhole. Yes I have a car

I don’t think I’ve ever failed to take a cock, but it helped that my first bf was 9”, thick and wouldn’t let me use poppers. There is a guy at my local sauna who is about 10”+, he has a hard time getting guys to take him. I’ve taken him a few times. One time he was in a room with me and a group of other young guys and the others chickened out, so I bent over and let him at it while they watched, it was great. I’ve had big guys really hurt me when they’ve lobbed it in. I try to just take it when this happens, but more often than not I’ll ask them to pull out, lube up more/warm up my hole more, then go again. It’s always worked. For me, “too big” really applies to bigger fists, dildos and toys, and it’s something I’m working on to improve my capabilities.

I checked in on Louis a few times over the next few days. Tuesday night I got home and was sitting on the couch rolling a few joints when my phone buzzed. It was a message from Mike - “how the fuk do u stroke w/o hurting?” I laughed and replied “gentle. don’t try n get off in 15 seconds.” A few texts back and forth (each one more erotic than the last) and I was on my way over to his place. Mike greeted me at the door in just a pair of flannel boxers along with a big grin. We sat on the couch and Mike slid his boxers off. “How do you normally stroke?” I asked him. He looked embarrassed for a moment before realizing that was silly since that’s why I was here. He grabbed a fistful of cock and stroked about two seconds and then yelled out “Ow!” I chuckled and told him “I told you - gentle. It looks like you’re trying to yank it out of your body. Try just using two or three fingers and short strokes.” Mike tried it and gave me a funny look like it was doing nothing for him. “Try varying the pressure and the number of fingers until you find what feels good. You’re gonna have to train your dick to something different than the fist it’s used to” I said. I reached over and circled his cock with my thumb and forefinger and stroked gently. Switching to my thumb and middle finger, I could almost get all the way around. While he stayed hard, it didn’t seem to be getting him closer to an orgasm. I added a second finger with my thumb and then a third and that seemed to be the sweet spot. Once I added a little twist to the stroke, he really seemed to be enjoying it. I kept going, enjoying the feeling of this stud's cock in my hand as I jacked him. His eyes were closed and I wondered what he was imagining while I stroked him. “Oh fuck!” Mike yelled out and I felt his cock start to thicken. He reached out his hand and cupped it just in time to catch the first rope of cum that shot out. It was thick and white and shot out with some force. Two more shots fired out of his cock as my strokes slowed down. I stopped stroking and the next three spurts of cum were not as hard and then the last pulses of his cock just dribbled out. It was hard not to lean down and suck all of the cream off his cock but until the piercing had healed the last thing he needed was my spit all over it. Mike’s chest stopped heaving and he looked over at me with a huge smile. “Thanks, man. I needed that” Mike said to me. “No problem. I guess now you know what works with that fuckin hot cock of yours” I replied. I looked directly into his eyes and said "So, ya mind helping me out too?" He looked back at me suspiciously and said "What do you have in mind?" I gave another grin and said "You should probably learn how to suck a pierced cock so you can give pointers to the guys when they suck you." Mike chuckled and replied "I've sucked my share of pierced dicks. I think I can talk the guys through it to avoid the teeth banging and gagging." I was disappointed, but I had another idea. "Well, then, I guess you're just gonna have to give up your ass, cuz I'm not leaving here blueballed" I said confidently. "You think so, huh?" Mike replied, smirking. "Mmhmm. you cant fuck until your dick is healed so you either suck me or let me fuck you. Your choice" I said back to him. I really wanted the fuck, but either would be fine with me. He shook his head but a grin grew across his face. He stood up slowly, kicked off his boxers and then kneeled on the sofa with his head over the back. I wasn't going to give him a chance to change his mind and stood up and dropped my jeans. Going commando was a smart move and my cock had soon grown to full length. I kneeled down and pulled his muscled ass cheeks apart. There wasn't much hair on his ass or legs and I wasted no time in burying my face between the muscled globes. "Ahh, fuck. That beard feels so fucking good on my ass..." he said and then a few moments later added "Oh shit, your tongue is even better" as I began to eat his hole out. He reached back and spread his butt cheeks wider and I rewarded him by slipping my tongue inside. The taste was incredible and I kept breathing deep to experience his scent. My cock was as rigid as it had ever been and started to leak on to the rug. I was conflicted, I loved rimming his ass but I badly wanted to fuck him. The compromise was to tongue fuck him for a few more minutes before I gave my dick a chance. When he squeezed his ring around my tongue, I knew it was time. I stood up and my cock was pointing straight out, the head covered in a sheen of precum. I played with his hole for a few seconds, dragging my piercing over his hole several times before pushing it in. Mike let out a low quiet growl as the PA and then the head made their way just inside the outer ring. I pulled off my sleeveless tee and leaned forward, resting my hairy chest on his back. Mike arched his back and my hips began to rock, pushing the steel and flesh deeper inside. He wasn't really tight, but was working his ass muscles to let me in while also keeping a firm grip on my shaft. As much as his appearance and demeanor oozed "100% top", the experience I was getting from his ass told a different story. Mike was a talented bottom. I held his hands on the back of the couch while I pumped in faster. He leaned his head back on my shoulder and let out several moans while my hips bounced off his muscled ass cheeks. I drilled him like this for several minutes before I was fighting off the impending orgasm. My cock slid out of him and I tugged on his hips, whispering "on your knees, down on the floor" in his ear. Mike slid off the couch and backed up, bracing his hands on either side of his body on the sofa's bottom cushions. The break was just long enough to keep my dick hard and let my balls relax. My hands spread his butt apart again and while kneeling on one knee I slid right back in. This time I was more forceful and Mike seemed to be into it. "Oh god that feels so good. That's why I wanted to get a PA" Mike moaned out. Only a few minutes into this position and he was working his ass back into each of my thrusts. The slap of skin filled the room and the mixture of precum and spit inside his hole were giving off their usual heavenly sounds. We kept going like this for a while, both of us moaning or grunting depending on the intensity of my thrusts. I was getting close again, but didn't want to cum quite yet. Slowing down the pace, I then shoved in hard and left myself planted for a moment. My cock slowly withdrew until the head and piercing popped free and I snarled "On your back." Mike crawled up on the couch and laid back, his ass hanging off the edge and still gaping a little. He grabbed his legs and pulled them back, showing a lot more agility than I expected from his muscled body. Grinning back at him, I guided my slick cock back to his exposed hole. My cock toyed with his hole while I wrapped my fist around his very hard shaft. I saw a mixture of emotions in his eyes while I stood there. There was desire in his eyes, which I assumed was him needing my cock back inside him. There was pain, probably from his new piercing in his engorged cock. And there was pleasure from the fuck so far. In one swift motion, I planted my cock back inside his warm chute and flexed my hand around his cock. Mike's eyes got big, just like the smile on his face. I kept flexing my hand as my cock pumped in and out. Before too long his breathing started to get labored and then I felt him start to clamp down on my cock. My grunts got louder and turned into a growl while I stared deep into his eyes. With a few more squeezes with my hand, I aimed his cock back just in time to watch the first rope shoot out and land on his clean shaven face. The next few seconds were a blur as his ass milked my own load out. Three days worth of built up cum shot like a cannon out of my cock, painting the walls of his guts with my thick cream. Focusing again on the stud that I was balls deep in, all I saw in his face was pleasure along with cum dripping off his chin. We each fired off a few last jets of cum, Mike's landing on his chest and mine adding to the pool inside him. As my breathing returned to normal, I leaned in and licked the cum off his chin before feeding it to him. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, leaving my tongue coated in his spit not his cum. My cock started to soften and I pulled it out, watching some cum dribble down his ass. I ran my finger up the center of his chest, scooping up some more of his jizz before sucking it off my finger. Grabbing my jeans, I pulled them on and then put my shirt back on. I kept staring back at him and his eyes were fixed on me too. With my boots laced, I said "I hope that cock is as talented as your ass." He grinned back at me and replied "I think so, but it needs time to heal and shit like this didn't help. It's sore as fuck right now." I chuckled and said "Well, next time I'll just tie your hands behind your back and fuck you doggy. That should make it easier on your dick." Walking to the door I turned and gave him a wink before walking out and going back to home. When I got there I looked at my phone and I had a message from Mike. "Thursday?"

+1, smarts = sexy. In college, my friend was "that guy" -- the math nerd who was probably too smart for his own good (and of corse went on to get his PhD in Mathematics). He outted me (I am bi and was dating a mutual friend whose a girl) and once we were both naked -- DAMN did he have a big cock! 🙂

Sunday afternoons are the best at Lateshift. Everyone is naked and fucking like rabbits. This afternoon I was fucked six times and took three loads. At least two of the guys had big cocks, which I like, one had a knob much bigger than his cock itself which can be fun (others who fucked me may have had big cocks too but I never saw or touched them, they just came in behind in the dark). Also fucked three guys but being fucked was most fun.

So, this is going to take some explaining. I have a FWB, closer to boyfriend, but neither of us is great with labels. He works as an installer for home theater systems, installing these immense actual theaters in client’s homes. Not always an actual theater, but more often than not, yeah, full fledge theaters. What I am trying to say is that my Friend works for some pretty rich people. He has also been whoring me out to some of these clients since we got together. It’s a fetish he and I both have. But that bit is a different story. So one of my Friend’s clients contacts him and tells him that he is gonna have a stay-cation for a couple of weeks and that he was wondering if he could provide some entertainment. Meaning he wanted my Friend to whore me out to him for his two-week vacation. But this time it would be no clothes, full bondage, my hole would be open season for whomever was in the house. And I had to be okay with that. Little different then us meeting up and him fucking me for a few hours, having a beer, and then me going home. And while it was a hot idea, I wasn’t really sold because two-weeks is a long time and that kind of sex means I get to eat jell-o and drink water so my hole stays as ready as possible. But my Friend knows how to convince me to say yes and after fucking me to the tune of four cum loads in my hole he got me to agree. SO the day that he is suppose to take me over there comes but we are waiting for a text from the client. By the time it comes its super late and it had a fun instruction for the drop off. The client wanted me to be naked and hooded in the trunk of my Friend’s car. Hot, but again no go for me cause weird. I have been fucked by this particular guy before, but this was some new territory for us. And I was a little nervous. Again my friend got my clothes off and fucked me, but then wouldn’t let me cum. I make bad decisions when I’m horny and recently fucked without release. Which meant on went the hood, off all my clothes, and me in the trunk of a car. I was never so thankful for a garage as I was in that moment. So we went on a drive to the client’s house, which was still not the weirdest way I have ever been transported naked. We arrived and after being let in to the gate the car was parked and I was let out of the trunk and led to the house naked. I could hear people around, more than just the client and my boyfriend. After we were in the house the hood still was taken off and I was led to an area where my hands were cuffed and secured above my head to something that was hanging from the ceiling. I waited then for the hood to come off, but it didn’t. Instead I heard the client that I had been whored out to announce that some more entertainment had arrived and to “enjoy.” For a minute nothing happened and then I started to feel hands. A lot of hands. Everywhere. Now I know I had agreed to this. It was my fetish, but I couldn’t see anything. I didn’t know where my Friend was. I didn’t know anything so I was obviously nervous. And that made some of them even more interested. Maybe a little more forceful. What started out a simple groping turned quickly into pinching, pulling, and greased up fingers stretching my hole. They weren’t quick about prepping me. They took their time. Multiple hands spending time finger fucking me until my nervous squirming turned into writhing like a slut. I may have been nervous but this was still getting me hot. Once my hole was loosened up I felt the first cock slide in me. I was fucked by the first cock for what seemed like forever but was probably more like ten minutes before he left my hole empty and a little gaped. And thus began a parade of cocks that fucked me and filled me. Every now and then one of them would cum in me and when they slid out of me they cum would leak out of my hole and down my leg until the next cock came and used the cum as lube to fuck me some more. Mind you the hood still had not been taken off. In the end if everyone that came in me wasn’t a repeat I took twenty different loads in my hole. By this time my arms were sore and my legs were starting to give out. And that’s when I felt myself being let down and led up some stairs. I was put in a room and the door closed behind me and finally the hood was taken off. It was the client. I asked where my Friend was and he told me that he had left an hour ago. He then petted my head and asked how I was doing. I told him I was a little tired and he made a sympathetic face at me. He then asked if I was going to hold up my end of the deal, he said this while playing with my cock. I was still hard. I hadn’t cum yet. So of course I said yes, because good decisions. He told me he was happy and that I could relax in the room, but he needed to get me in position first. That’s when he led me over to a fuck bench and laid me down on it, strapping my legs and arms down. He told me to go ahead and get some rest, but not to be surprised if one of his guests came in to use my hole some more. With that he left and I was strapped to a fuck bench hard as a rock, but nothing going on. I must have fallen asleep, but was woken up to a massive cock thrusting into me all at once and another cock being shoved in my mouth. And so continued my first night as rented out sex toy.

Part 4 - July 2012 Byron climbed out of the shower and stretched having finished his workout, Sam was laying on his bed revising for the final exams that week. Byron had one more exam to sit and felt that any more revision and he would break. This was the last of their academic studies and when they returned in September it would be full on training for their careers. They had both recently celebrated their 16th birthdays which much fanfare and Byron got to meet Sam's parents, they tried to show interest in dance but had very little understanding or interest come to that. But they loved their son and were only to happy to let him follow his dream and support him at Mountview. Byron now stood at his five feet ten inches tall, he looked at himself in the mirror admiring his body. His muscle definition had grown even more over the last six months. He looked at Sam's reflection in the mirror and caught him having a little glance, undoubtedly he had a little grin on his face. Sam now matched Byron's height, he had let his dark hair grow that was now held up in a little bunch on his head, he kept his stubble on his chin and was trying to grow a light moustache to match his chin stubble. Oddly Byron thought this made Sam look even more sexier and kept fantasising about licking his body all over. His chest was smooth and his build was comparable to Byron's since they worked out all the time together doing the same weights and exercises. He felt an undeniable stirring in his groin watching Sam, something that never happened when he watched or partnered a female dancer for a routine. He knew what it meant and was desperate to ask if Sam felt the same, his shyness always brought him back down with a bump and he never got the courage to ask. Byron dressed and went to dance class leaving Sam revising on his bed with only his buttocks cladded with the duvet his fine toned legs covered with a light dusting of dark hair looked absolutely perfect he thought closing the door behind him. As much as Byron's feeling waivered he never lost track of what he was here to do. In fact he had landed a part in a new musical being staged for 1 year in the west end, he was snapped up by the choreographer having seem him at Mountview a few months earlier. He was rehearsing 3 days a week in between studying until next week when he would be full time on the production. Sam was auditioning in a few weeks for some parts but appeared to be hitting a block with tap dance unable to find the correct leg movements and toe stepping, ultimately this would mean Sam failing the tap dance exam. Byron knew it was nagging Sam and it was even causing him problems studying for his final academic exams. Byron returned 3 hours later hot and sweating from his dance class, Sam was now laying on his back still cramming in revision. Byron undressed to take a shower "Fancy a walk out for dinner?" he asked Sam. Sam looked up "Yes, thank you. I feel like I will explode if I read anymore" he replied putting the book down. "You need to take a break or you won't remember anything" Byron replied smiling at him. Sam sit up on his bed "I'm going to flunk tap I know that" he said a little disheartened. Byron sat opposite him "How about I help you after dinner?" he suggested. "Please" Sam replied smiling "I will buy you dinner" he offered. Byron laughed "Deal, but you only had to ask me to help" he said. "I know" Sam said laying back down "I like it when you offer though" he smiled over at him. Byron sensed that maybe Sam was bordering on flirting with him and quickly disappeared in to the bathroom to avoid any embarrassment. Sam finished tying his tap shoes on and slid across the floor to where Byron stood waiting almost crashing in to him unable to stop and falling on his ass in hysterics. Byron held out his hand and pulled Sam up to his feet their eyes briefly meeting, slowly they went through the basic steps over several hours until Sam got the toe steps right. Happy and relieved that he could now get the step that was disrupting his thoughts. Sam practiced every moment he had spare with Byron and eventually passed the tap dance class. Byron was a success in the production and managed to get a couple of weeks off over Christmas, he was heading back to Malvern to spend it with his family and Stefan. The train pulled in to the station and Byron stepped out of the carriage, his eyes immediately caught Stefan who was standing on the platform waiting to meet him. Stefan had grown and towered over Byron by a couple of inches, his muscles showed through the tight shirt he was wearing. Not in an overbearing way but very clear to make out. They hugged and walked quickly to the car trying to avoid the rain as much as possible. Driving towards Byron's home they caught a red light at the start of the Flowers estate. "Been in the news a lot" Stefan said nodding over to the estate. Byron looked over "Can it get any worse" he said chuckling "what has happened now?" he asked. "Drugs and a couple of kids got beaten up, usual stuff I guess" Stefan replied "police are now patrolling it". Byron shook his head "Wow that bad eh" he replied hearing yobs to his left. Byron turned to look saw Darren who was sat on the bench just inside the park, it took a moment to confirm it was him, the idiot was wearing a t-shirt and he could see tattoos going up the arms. He was holding a can of lager swigging from it and passing a joint around amongst his group. "He doesn't change" Byron said causing Stefan to look. Stefan laughed "He looks rougher than ever" he replied pulling away as the lights changed. Stefan had changed quite a bit and was now at university studying business and economics at Oxford. He had met a girl and they were somewhat dating when Stefan could be bothered, for now though his focus was solely on Byron. They would talk endlessly through the evening about their lives and what was going on, Stefan listened as Byron talked about Sam with much affection, laughing and nodding in the right places as he paid attention. "You really like Sam don't you?" Stefan suddenly said out of the blue leaning back against the sofa. Byson smiled "He is a great guy, not as great as you though" he said laughing "no one can replace you". Stefan looked at Byron "Do you fancy him?" he asked rather casually "I mean sexually does he do it for you?". Byron didn't expect that question "How silly, why would I fancy him?" he replied trying to find the words. "I don't know that's why I asked" Stefan said "You are kind of matched for each other" he continued. Byron was quiet for a moment "Suppose I did?" he asked watching Stefan open a chocolate. Stefan smiled and slipped the chocolate in to Bryon's mouth catching him off guard "I don't mind if you do". Byron felt awkward and confused with Stefan "Do you fancy me?" he asked plucking up the courage. Stefan looked at him "Maybe, but then I love you in a very different way Byron" he said patting Byron's leg. "I do fancy him but I am not sure" Byron said lowering his head as Stefan looked up at him. Stefan giggled "Not sure of what, if he fancies you?" he asked going all serious again. Byron didn't know what to say "This conversation has got really awkward" he said beginning to feel scared. Stefan leaned up and kissed him on the cheek "Your still my best friend whatever happens, you understand?". Byron nodded "I have known for a few years I was different" he quietly said to Stefan. "Your not different Byron, just because you like guys doesn't make you any different to me" Stefan said. Byron heaved a sigh of relief "You don't hate me then?" he asked as Stefan stood and turned the music up. He held out his hand "Dance with me" Stefan said pulling Byron up "I could never hate you Byron". Stefan held him as they danced around the living room slowly. He never expected this evening to take this turn of events. Stefan had somehow forced Byron's hand to admit he was gay, now they were dancing together very closely. Byron stared ahead his eyes full of emotion of what had just happened, confusion still reigned in his head if Stefan was gay and just not able to admit it yet. "Your still Byron to me, my closest and dearest friend" Stefan said moving Byson's body closer. Byron smelled Stefan his head in the crook of his neck "You have always been there for me" Byron said. Stefan held him tighter "And I always will be, forever and ever" he replied and kissed the side of his head. Their bodies touching so intimately and close as they moved slowly to the beat of the music until the track finished. Stefan sat down on the floor "Your going to have to teach me to dance" he said patting the spot next to him. Byron sat next to Stefan who put his arm around him "Thank you" Byron said as Stefan pulled him closer. "I love everything about you Byron and I like having you in my life" Stefan said giving Byron another chocolate. Byron giggled "You fattening me up?" he asked savouring the flavour melting on his tongue. "Maybe, can't have you looking prettier than me" Stefan said pushing Byron over. They laughed and rolled around on the floor play wrestling, Stefan tickling Byron having known his weakness from years of friendship. Byron unable to control himself through his giggling couldn't beg him to stop, instead he grabbed his hands and held on to them until he relented, leaning over smiling as Byron tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Stefan "You confuse me" Bryon said as he let go of Stefan's arms. "In what way?" Stefan replied still looming above him. Byron shrugged "The way you just danced with me and held me, I don't know what to make of it" he admitted. Stefan sat up "I'm not gay Byron, I just know I love you way beyond sexually, you are the closest anyone has ever got to me" he said. Byron nodded although he didn't really have a clue what Stefan meant, all he did know was that Stefan was the one person he connected with on so many levels. Maybe it was just how they had bonded and the close nature and freedom they shared with each other. Stefan always made time to see Byron when they were both home, spending every day together as they grew up from 16 years olds.

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.”

PART 12 The next day I was just wrecked. Besides my hole being super sore from all the cock I had taken at the bookstore, even my legs were sore from holding myself up so long. That didn’t stop me from jacking off thinking about what had happened in that 90 minutes or so I was in those booth. All of the guys had been hot older guys with big cocks and every one wanted it raw. I had done my best to keep all the cum inside me. It seemed important to have it soak in. And then there was the last guy, Ted. He had been the hottest. And he seemed to really like fucking me too. He had even given me his number. By the second day, I was feeling a lot better and by late afternoon I had looked at that phone number Ted had given me enough to have it memorized. I was so nervous but I kept repeating how amazing his cock was and how his cum shot so hard I felt it. His cum. His hiv positive cum that had been shot into once already after three other guys had wrecked my hole. But he was so sexy. And confident, as if he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist him and his giant poz cock. Isn’t that the world he used? Poz. I knew it was dangerous. I knew I shouldn’t have anything to do with him. But by 430 I was calling him. He answered on the third ring. “Uh hi, this is Chris. I met you at the, um, at the bookstore like two days ago.” I said, as nervous and awkward as could be. His tone changed from the gruff hello he had answered with. Now in a smoother gentler sexier voice he spoke back, “ I knew I would here from you. My new little 18 year old bareback bottom. You want to come over now don’t you Chris?” I was rock hard, even though I was also embarrassed to be called out like that. Still, I answered, “yes, really badly.” I could almost sense his grin thru the phone line. “Why do you want to come over Chris? What do you want? What do you want me to do to you?”, he said in that low voice. He was gonna make me say it. “I... I want you to fuck me again. Like the other day.” I whispered. “You want me to cum in your hole again dont you Chris? That’s what you are really hungry for isn’t it?” He had me. He knew it and i knew it. I was only 18 and totally new to man sex. Ted had been around enough to spot young guys discovering that they are meant to be cum sluts. He knew before I did what it was I needed and how bad i wanted it. And he wanted to feed my addiction. “I think you need to get here quick Chris. I have a nice big poz load for that boy hole.” He gave me the addresss and I was cleaning up and in my car within 20 minutes. All I could think about was how hot Ted was. That thin body offset by that huge cock and those giant low hanging balls. The fact that he had HIV was totally in my mind, but the overwhelming feeling was it was worth any risk. I just had to have it. I had to offer up my asshole to get fucked raw. And he was so tall and so skinny. It made his dick look even hotter. And he really wanted to cum in me. Thst just made it hotter, pleasing him by totally giving him my hole. My Dick was hard the whole ride over. As I tried to adjust myself as I walked to his apartment door, I thought one more time. I was about to go in to a strAngers house to have unprotected anal sex with a an older man that I know has hiv. It’s in his cum. And his cum had literally shot so hard I had felt it, a huge hot load of man sperm. And my thoughts weren’t fear or worry. My only thought was I hope I feel it when he shoots his cum into me. A I knocked, I was aware how the nerves had changed from fear to just excitement. I couldn’t wait to see Ted and be his bottom. To take his cum. Beg for it even, if he asks me too. And when he answered, the shiver of anticipation that ran thru me felt so hot. I couldn’t wait. And now here he was opening the door for me, guiding me in. And i couldn’t wait to go.

I look through the peephole, the second wave is here. Two jock-boys, and an older daddy type. I open the door and let them in. 'As you can see the party is in full swing. Have fun, the safer word is 'firetruck', and she's high as fuck so DO NOT give her any drugs without checking with me. Otherwise, she has yet to say no to anything. Don't leave any marks.' The daddy is looking at the trans girl still eating my wife. 'What about the shemale?' I look down at her 'Free for use as far as I can see, consider it a buffet'. The three are already stripping, another knock at the door. I peep out, two men and a small hippy looking girl with dreadlocks. I recognize the men, not the girl. I open the door, they come in. One of the guys asks if bringing his side piece is okay, she's bi, and brought a strap on. I shrug, sure thing, and ask her 'You plan to take cock as well?' she looks at me... 'You're the husband?' 'Yeah', 'You can have me, that's just good manners. Nobody else. Maybe one of the guys wants to bottom for this', and she holds up a thick black feeldoe dildo. I smile... A long time fantasy of mine... Everyone is stripping, I check my phone, three of the remaining five left bail messages, the fucking idiots. So possibly two more. The daddy type grabs the trans girl by her ankles and yanks her out from under my wife. He picks her up by an arm and tosses her onto the empty bed, while the other guys circle around my freshly showered whore and start blow banging her. Daddy arranges the trans girl in doggy on the bed, so that he can watch the action, and slides his cock into her doubtless very sore ass. I can't tell if he rubbered up, but his cock must be hurting her because she buries her head in the filthy soaked sheets and moans like an animal in a trap. I watch dread-girl strip out of her hippy duds. Nice little body under there, 5'1" maybe, no more than a hundred pounds. firm and perfect b-cups with hard pink nipples. Surprisingly, she's shaved clean all over, rings in each nipple, and another peeking out from above meaty cunt lips. She's slender, a tight belly, a round little bubble butt that screams hours of yoga, and the long brown dreads brush to her nipples. She takes the feeldoe (if you don't know what it is, google it. Suffice to say it's a strap on that needs no strap, because it fits inside her cunt like a butt plug.) She slides it into her obviously tight cunt, and looks at me. 'Like it?' 'It's fucking hot... Have a gooooood evening, and we will chat later'. I walk over and stick my cock in the trans girls mouth, and let her start bringing me back to hardness. Thank god for cialis. The hippy girl joins the blow bang ring. Mr Silver offers her his cock, but she turns him down. 'I'm here to top, sorry'. He smiles, Silver is a complete gentleman, and they chat amiably as my wife sucks first him, and then the dildo. She is so fucked up, I am not even certain she understands the implications.

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...

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.

"Everyone, I am going to turn down her headphones because I want to talk to her. I want all of you to be completely silent until I turn the music back on and isolate her again, okay?' A chorus of agreement. I grabbed the iPhone that was sending her music to the bluetooth earbuds, and slowly dialled down the volume. Her head cocked, and she said 'honey the music went off!' 'I know, there is just the one guy here right now, and he brought something special.' I pause. 'Honey, I am not going to tell you what it is, but you get to tell me 'no' if you want to. Otherwise, I'm going to do it to you. I have made sure it's safe, but you will have to trust me.' All this time her hands haven't stopped rubbing lube into the tree trunk sized cock she is kneeling beside, and they still don't slow down as she says 'I want you to do whatever you want tonight. I told you that when we planned it.' 'Good girl!' I turned the music back up. 'You can talk again boys!, Mr Black? Kindly slam my wife with Tina!' A cheer went up. I got my phone ready and began recording. Mr Black is a nurse, so I record him as he takes her hand, and leads her to a chair. He puts the belt around her arm, and she cocks her head, not understanding. One of the men kisses her deep from the other side as Black quickly swabs her arm. 'I know you have no idea whats happening sweetie, but this man is about to give you the most intense party experience in existence'. The man drops to his knees and begins to lick her wet dripping cunt, and Black deftly pops the fine gauge point into her swollen vein. I record the flash, then pull back to get her face and arm as Black empties the barrel into her and releases the belt. She gives a short gasp, as Black lifts her arm up and presses on the puncture with cotton. She coughs, twice, and exclaims 'Oh my god!!!' Her free hand comes down to the back of her licker's head as she rips the biggest orgasm of her life and stands up in the middle of the room, spinning in a circle. 'Someone fuck my holes right now!' I Tackle her to the mattress, spread her legs and ram into her sloppy cunt, then roll over with her cowgirl. Mr silver kneels behind her and enters her cunt along with me and she begins to ram herself back onto us furiously. 'Fuck me Fuck me Fuck me' she chants in a set of guttural grunting moans. She slams back hard and holds us deep, I can feel my tip pressed against her cervix as silver continues to thrust, then groans 'Fucking filthy whore!' as he empties a huge load into her cunt and all over my cock. He pulls away, and Black comes up, placing the tip of his 9 thick inches at her asshole, and laughing 'Tweaker bitch, you like that?!' as she presses her holes back on both of us. I pull her face down to me roughly, using her curly pigtails as handles, and kiss her hard and deep, she screams into my mouth, 'Huuuuuurrtttt meeeeeee!' as my large cock and his huge one fill her to over flowing. The feeling of Blacks cock rubbing mine through the thin flesh of my wife is incredible, and just a few strokes later black shudders and fills her asshole with sperm. Black pulls away, and the two brothers join, one taking her mouth above me, the other her asshole. The three of us work together, keeping all her holes full, and she gags from the vicious throat thrusts making her other holes clench. The two brothers cum together, my wife taking her 8th and 9th loads of the evening. The tree trunk comes over. I look at him. 'All three holes, friend, she's all yours!' He pulls her to standing, and bends her over the small table in the corner of the room. He shackles one ankle to each table leg, and pushes her down, belly to the wood. Her rush is slowing, and she is panting. 'Fuck, don't stop, fucking kill me with cock!'. He steps to her face, and tries to force his cock in, it's too big to fit in her mouth. She tries, then pleads 'Put it in my cunt, wreck me with it!' I am getting the whole thing on video, as he stands behind her and sllllloooooowwwwwwllllllllyyyyyy slides into her battered and swollen pussy. She makes a shuddering moaning sound, as he hits bottom with only half his shaft inside, and cums again, her contractions causing cum and lube to dribble out her asshole. All on video.

I slurped my asshole off of Silver's fingers, and he went to the door. Looked through the peephole, and then opened it. In came three guys and a cute little trans girl dressed like a japanese schoolgirl. Silver shook hands with the tallest guy, then gave the other two the once over. I leaned down to Mr Black, 'I should pull out now,' I said, 'And let these guys get a chance at her before we totally wear her out.' Black looked up at me and grinned, 'You ain't my boy today dude, you're a fellow top. You even supplied a set of holes for us. You don't need to ask permission for shit.' I smiled back, 'Thank's man, wasn't sure how to handle that part. And believe me, next time I bottom for you, I won't get above my station!' I pulled out of my wife's cummy hole, and moved to her face. guiding her mouth onto it, I waited while she blindly cleaned my head, then shaft, and finally balls of her slippery mix of cum, lube, and ass. What a good girl! I leaned down and gave Mr Black a quick kiss. It was weird to be his equal. I walked over and shook hands with the new arrivals. Two well built middle eastern guys, an older black man, and the subby little trans schoolgirl. The girl shyly asked 'May I go and rim your wife, sir?' 'Certainly, there's some cum you can suck out of her ass, as well.' I grabbed her by the hair (real hair, not a wig, this one was committed to her transition) and she moaned as I marched her over and stuffed her face into the big round dripping ass of my wife. Mr Black was still grinding that cock into her as well. It had been nearly a straight 30 minutes of pounding, and his meat was showing strings of cum. He must have filled her again during the DP. 'Jesus, Black,' I exclaim, 'How much cum you GOT in those balls?!' He grunted, 'shot some caverject for the occasion, dude...I can go for 4 hours straight. And I plan to.' The two Arabic guys walked over to the bed, and started talking dirty to her, testing to see if she was truly deaf and blind. Satisfied, they stripped down, and began stroking their oddly identical cocks. Both uncut, and the exact size and shape of red bull tallboy cans. Both shaved smooth, with black silicone cockrings... I idly wondered if they were brothers. I went over the safe words, reminded them not to drug her with anything, as we already had plans for that. No marks, no blood, no choking, she loves anal, loves gagging, drinks piss. I told them things we want to see: Piss in her asshole, anal and vaginal cream pies, piss drinking... Their eyes grew a little wild. The older black guy joined us, and unlimbered a cock even larger than Mr Blacks. I goggled at it. 'I know,' he said shyly, 'I'm here because girls that can actually see it run the fuck away!'. The thing didn't even look real. I shook my head, 'We need to video you using her, man, she won't believe it when even when she see's it'. My wife groaned, we looked over to see Mr Black rolling her off him. He dangled his cock in her face for cleaning, and she obediently devoted her mouth to it until he pulled away. She sprawled back on the bed, panting. Her cunt is red and swollen and gaping, she lies in a puddle of lube and cunt squirt and cum. I'm so glad I thought to bring the rubber sheet. The trans girl began to kiss her, and stroke her. She shrugged off her shirt and revealed real hormone enhanced breasts. My wife cupped them 'Tit's? I didn't know there were girls coming.' The trans girl laughed and kissed her hard, pushing her back on the bed. Silver came over with his video camera, and the older Black guy joined them on the bed. The trans girl grabbed my wife's hands and put them on that huge cock. My wife literally froze for a moment and then 'Holy fucking shit! What the fuck! How fucking big is this guy??' She wrapped both hands around it, 'Honey, you have to video this, please? Fuck I don't even know if I can take it'. She got up on her knees. She began to fellate him, and all of us fell silent, watching her.

Part 2 My friend led me out of the darkroom to the bar and bought me a drink. I could see men looking at me and wondered which ones had bred me. The owner stood behind the bar leering at me as I ordered a beer. "newbie, eh?" He said. I felt sperm dripping from me onto my leg and thought "not so new anymore" but just nodded and flushed under his gaze. His name was Bill, and he had owned the place for about 20 years, apparently. He smiled at my companion. "Haven't see you for a while, Luigi." Luigi shrugged and downed his beer. "See you later, kiddo." He wandered off and I felt used and discarded. Bill leaned over and kissed my cheek. "never mind, love. He's a bit of a bastard." I felt movement next to me and turned to see an oldish man, about 60 or so, heavy set with drooping tits and a straggly beard. Bill said "Whats your name, kid?" I told him Ian. "Ian, this is Terry. Been coming here for 10 years and is the dirtyist sod here." The spunk dripping down my leg and the warmth of the body next to me has got me hard and Terry grinned at me. "Nice," He said. "Luigi just broke the lad in, and he's feeling a bit confused. Give him a ride and make him feel better, eh luv?"