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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.

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

I guess the neighborhood piano bar wasn’t the most adventurous choice for my scandalous night out, but it was a step I hadn’t taken before. My wedding ring was in my pocket, the first time I’d taken it off for any purpose other than what you’d expect. Here I was in San Diego, fresh off my successful conference presentation, all the pressure off and a few more days of seminars and social gatherings to look forward to. After a brief meet and greet with those who had attended my talk, there had been an early dinner. Standard academic stuff, I’d been through it many times before. But this was my first time traveling alone since I’d gotten married. Jake and I have been together for 10 years, and finally made it legal last year. He’d always had the flexibility to travel with me when I went to these meetings, but his new job made that impossible this time. So here I was all alone, and all the things I’d fantasized about so many times were now eminently possible - if I was willing to make them happen. The man across the bar raised his glass, and invited me over to his table with a smile and a nod. He was by far the hottest guy in this quiet joint, looked to be late-30s, great body hiding under his business attire, brown hair and olive skin - with strong features and a killer smile. I’d never been to this bar before - I’d visited the city many times for business, but could never bring myself to go out, both because work always kept me busy but also because my boyfriend, now husband, was no doubt sitting at home, lonely and missing me. Don’t get me wrong - I’d thought about going out, having the kind of fun my commitment wouldn’t allow me to have. I’d thought of little else for years. I love what I have so much, but the desire for variety, for exploring a new body, it consumes me. I’d suggested three-ways, or opening our relationship, but my husband is just not into it. And until now, I’d just accepted that as the price of admission for being with him. Even now, sitting in this bar and considering walking over to the handsome man flirting with me, I’m just exploring. Dipping my toe in the pool. Trying out what it feels like to be out in a gay bar alone for the first time in so many years. Maybe enjoying the attention of a man or two, but not seriously considering going any further. I’m a married man, very happily so. This is just some innocent fun. As I pushed away from the bar, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror behind the counter. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I’m no gym rat, but I keep myself in good shape, lifting and running a few times a week, staying active on the weekends hiking and biking. In that transition phase between 20-something boy and 40-something daddy type. My face had certainly earned its share of compliments, and I saw more than a few men in the bar take note of the way my ass looked in the jeans I’d put on back at the hotel. Even still, I was surprised a man as gorgeous as the one I was approaching had cruised me. Just my insecurities talking - it had been years since I’d been in this position, almost 10 years to be precise. My husband and I had met on the dance floor of a club in our town and had scarcely been apart since, other than my work trips. We fell in love fast and hard, moved in together, and were married the minute it became legal in our state. I don’t regret it for one second - well, except for that part about craving something new. But that happens in all relationships, right? “Have a seat,” the stranger said, flashing that thousand-watt smile. “I haven’t seen you here before. Not that I come here all that often, either. Are you from around here?” A brief pause, considering how honest I wanted to be here. I could easily spin a tale about myself and invent a reality that would serve the fantasy I was exploring. Or I could just say, “No, I’m visiting for work. Husband is back home while I’m stuck in a hotel in yet another strange town. Thought I’d come out and enjoy a drink and the local scenery.” I caught his eye and grinned at the corniness of the line I just delivered as he started to laugh, blushing mildly. “How about you?” “I live just down the street, but haven’t been here more than a handful of times in the past six years. I’m newly single, you see, and my ex wasn’t one for the bars. I’m not either, if I’m being honest. But I thought it was probably time for me to get out again and see if I might find some connection, you know? My breakup really took a toll on me, and I haven’t been very sociable lately. And now I’m sharing way too much information with a total stranger. Sorry about that. I’m Anthony, by the way.” “I’m Joey, and please don’t apologize! You don’t know how happy I am to just have a normal conversation instead of cheesy pickup lines or a bunch of small talk. I’ve been at the bar for half an hour and had to shoo away a few young twinks and an obvious alcoholic barely able to speak. I was beginning to think I should have stayed in my room and watched some Netflix. Please, tell me more.” “Well, to be honest I’d rather not talk much more about it right now. Like I said, it was pretty brutal on me, and if it’s OK with you, we could talk about pretty much anything else. It’s best not to dwell too much on the past, and instead think about moving forward and moving on.” Again with that amazing smile, melting me and giving me a jolt up and down my body - a feeling I hadn’t felt in so long. That feeling when you meet someone new, the chemistry, the intrigue. I had it in spades with this man. Dangerous, this feeling - but thrilling, and so I pressed on. We spent the next two hours at that table, exchanging stories, talking about sports and politics and music and everything but our relationships. I bought the next round, then he got the next. Each time, he moved a bit closer, spent a bit more time looking in my eyes, laughed a bit more sincerely at my corny jokes. His hand made its way to my thigh under the table, and I didn’t remove it. In fact, my hand went onto his, and we continued to talk and laugh and just BE with each other, so comfortable and easy, it was scary and wonderful. He brought my hand up on to the table and was running his thumb over my ring finger. He confessed, “I have to tell you, I noticed the tan line from your ring when I ordered my drink at the bar earlier. I thought a married guy like you might be easier to talk to than someone obviously on the prowl in a dark bar, you know? But as soon as our conversation began, I knew I was in trouble. Because you are such an incredible man. I never expected to spend the entire evening lost in your eyes, but here we are. Last call is approaching, and the last thing in the world I want is for this night to end.” A beat. A pregnant pause as I assessed my options. I had tucked my husband into bed before heading to the bar. He was fast asleep in our bed, content and assuming that I would be bored in my hotel room, as had been the case on so many of my work trips. Yet here I was, reveling in a connection like I hadn’t felt in 10 years. My wedding ring in my pocket, the first time I had ever taken it off with the intent of deceiving someone that I was single. And instead, that decision brought me to the beautiful man in front of me, a man so charming and sexy it almost hurt to look at him. And as I considered the possibility that I would go home with him, I realized he was too good to be true - a man just out of a long-term relationship, stepping out for the first time since, and about as low-risk as you could expect, if you’re considering cheating on your husband, but wanting to be sure you were safe. “Then let’s not let it end here,” I said before I allowed myself to chicken out. He stood, holding fast to my hand, and led me out of the bar. It was a pleasant evening, and we walked hand-in-hand the three blocks to his apartment, the sexual tension between us palpable. On the stairs in front of his building, he turned before unlocking the door and kissed me deeply on the mouth. Something about the romantic gesture, on the street on a beautiful evening, making out with a gorgeous man before heading into his apartment - I was about to burst from the fluttering in my stomach, the nervous energy building and making me do things I told myself I wouldn’t do. Tonight was supposed to be a bit of innocent fun, and here I was on the precipice of cheating on my husband. And I wanted nothing more than for this man to take me upstairs and continue this incredible evening.

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

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 😉

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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)

My problem is I rarely get fucked outside of sex parties.... So my eyes tend to be too big for my ass... Luckily when this happens the top tends to get off a little on the pain and he keeps going. As long as he isn't HUGE huge I can generally relax into a good pounding. Twice I couldn't. Once in Amsterdam and the other time in NYC.

In my experience, lying, flaking, can cross the populations boundaries. Despite efforts to the contrary (never had a ltr with a guy), most of my sex life has been anonymous hook up. i lost count long ago after 1000. i think the reality is, that as sex aps have become more mainstream, so have the people who populate them. I.e., it's not just the horny gay guys, but Bi guys who are curious, married, closeted, homophobic, kids, etc., etc. I.e., everyone and anyone can easily and anonymously access a sex ap. i don't think that the core gay community has changed so much as the people visiting and (sort of) participating has probably increased significantly. Before online meeting, one had to cruise a park or restroom or bar. There was risk inherent in cruising that many would never take. Online can be virtually risk free. i think the number of flakes, liars and money seekers has increased because there are people on sex aps that wouldn't be there without the opportunity that only a sex ap can bring. When i was cruising, there were times i'd encounter the shy, scared guy who was investigating his sexuality, but it was a lot rarer than online. No one ever asked for gas money because, hey, we were already both there. If they wanted money, they had to be pretty up front about it, and again, that was rare. And re disease or status? i cannot recall ever even discussing that when cruising. If he was concerned, the only common nod to STD's was the question of condoms. If i presented for fucking, some would ask if i had a condom, or they'd put one on. But the vast majority would slide in without hesitation.

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.

I could smell the unmistakable odour of man sweat as I let myself back into Jake's place and as soon as I was through the door I could hear muffled thuds and words coming from his room. I stood in the open door, Ray was on the bed, taking up most of the space to be honest, his massive bulk working up and down. Jake's little body had to be under there somewhere but it was hard to see. Ray had his legs between the kid's, prying them apart, but such was the size of his thighs and calves, they pretty much obscured Jake's stick thin pins. My rock hard cock was in my hands watching this incredible sight, wishing I was the size of Ray, just for tonight I watched as the mountain of a man worked his arm under his chest, briefly glimpsing Jake as the arm threaded round his neck. The fucking intensified, shaking the whole room and I heard Ray grunt out: "gonna break your scrawny neck you dumb little fuck". I was dripping pre-cum, willing Ray on, wondering how far he would really go. His arm tensed up: "so close now Jake...time to end you". Shit! he really was serious. I'd heard rumours about something he'd done in the past but it looked like he intended to go all the way tonight. my cock twitched and my mind raced. My DNA was all over the place - in fact, it was swimming through Jake's bloodstream and was itself pretty close to completing the task that Ray had now appeared to set himself, albeit in a much less violent way. I didn't want to get the blame for his work and I didn't want him to steal my property. Ray was lifting his chest, bending Jake under him and he tensed tighter. I could see Jake's body shaking as Ray's perineum began to flex, pumping his liquid death into Jake's ruined interior. I had to stop this. "Get the fuck off him Ray!!", I shouted, grabbing the chub by his shoulder and forcing him to drop his prey. He looked round at me, recognising my face from previous encounters and knowing that I stood a good chance of kicking his arse. He'd already had his fun anyway, and his brain quickly calculated that it was time to leave. Jake's guts released their hold on his softening cock far more easily than Ray's sweaty body let go of it's prey, Jake peeling slowly away from him as he stood, quickly grabbing his speedos and heading out to the living room to pull on his joggers. Jake lay on the bed, breathing shallowly but moving very little, his hole a dark glistening "O" slowly contracting and expanding but never closing. I couldn't believe how close Ray had come to ending my little project. I shucked off my t shirt, straddled his bony frame and dipped my cock into him, careful not to place any weight on him. My cock was instantly enveloped in a warm soup of toxicity and I quickly added my perfect DNA to its mass, staying inside and stirring the broth after I'd reclaimed my boy. The liquid sloshing around me soon tipped my bladder reaction over the edge....mmmm...why the fuck not? I thought as I pissed inside my property.

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

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

Hey guys thanks for the awesome responses to the story you all got me off my ass and encouraged me to write part 3 tried to build in a little more back story and flesh out the characters a little more for the part 4 and beyond. again i apologise for any incorrect spelling and grammar 🙂 but on with the story: Part 3 Alverez moved though the dark lab. The light from emergency lights casting strange shadows on the walls equations and diagrams looks almost like hieroglyphs in a forgotten tomb. Now dark plasma screens fought for space between whiteboards, cabinets and shelves. The young man's eyes scanned over the strange equipment that seemed to be making a quest appearance from a sci-fi film, and all of it alien technology to him. He muttered under his breath “stupid egg heads getting locked in their own god damn lab." He sighed and though about how he should be in Atlantic city right now with Jackson, Gray and Grey’s husband Jason blowing their last paychecks on booze and gambling not stuck in this Lab looking for clumsy scientists that should have known better than to play god. His mind wondered to a memory of Jason and Grey. He had walked in on them last time they were all away together, Jason had been fucking Grey hard his hips slamming into the blond man who was on his hands and knees ass in the air moaning like a bitch. Both men were sweating despite the AC in the room, and Gray cried out for the 6;04 Ginger Adonis to plow him harder. Jason had renewed his thrusts slamming into Gray like a jackhammer before lifting the smaller man up. He was squeezing Gray’s throat and kissing him passionately. After a few moments more Jason let the smaller man fall back to the mattress his hand whipped down to slap the blond otter on each ass cheek receiving a moan of pleasure in response. Jason began to pant his skin glistening with a fresh sheen of sweat. He almost shouted, “You want it baby you want daddy’s load!?” Gray’s hands were balled pulling at the sheets he nearly squealed the words, “please give me that load in my ass!” Jason slammed his hips into Gray as deep as he could with a feral growl “here you go!” He spasmed and pumped a few more times before falling like a tree onto of his husband, Alverez had backed out of the room before they had seen him far too busy in their own activities. He had always been taught such acts were a sin but he had never been so turned on he had masturbated to that memory so many times since then, his fingers would wonder down to his tight hole and.... The memories were interrupted by Jacksons voice over the mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” Alverez whispered a brief thank you to the ceiling while making the sign of the cross. He toggled the ear piece “heading to you now” only a moment later Jacksons voice filled his ear again “the damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” Alverez sighed again and hissed between his teeth “are you fucking kidding me man” but took a breath and toggled the ear piece again “Rodger.” He took his time finishing the search of the lab. He found nothing he didn’t expect to but imagining Jacksons annoyed expression at being kept waiting by a simple locked door and was unable to keep the grin from his face. The team had been together for two years it used to be him, Jackson, Gray and Nate, but Nate had recruited Nick last month. The new guy was fitting in well, but he was not quite one of the boys just yet. He and Jackson were planning Nick's initiation. He knew Nate had a vested interest in the kid, what with his father being his first CO. They had served together for 5 years before the older man had been killed in action, and Nate head-hunted to run delta team; he was helping Nick by getting him into the team and securing him a good career so they would go easy on him. In the Two years Jackson and Alverez had become close friends almost inseparable because they were both alpha jocks. It had also led to them butting heads because they would take any opportunity to gain one-up over the other trying to prove their dominion and solidify their alpha status in the team via pranks, contests and roughhousing. Not that the others payed much attention. Gray had said they were just hiding their insecurities behind bravado, and Nate called showboating. Both were probably right, but it was going to feel-good one-upping Jackson this time. He walked into the corridor his gun over his shoulder and a smug look plastered on his face expecting to see his Jackson giving him the finger or tapping his watch. He looked to the glass wall and door blocking the corridor. No Jackson, he raised an eyebrow perhaps the frat boy was playing with him hiding around the corner? Alverez peered into the gloom and saw something holding a pale figure in the air it took him a moment to realise the figure was Jackson naked apart from his boots. The gun fell from his hand in shock; the sling catching it and letting it hang useless by his side. Jackson was writhing in the thing's arms. His hands moving over his own skin as if every touch was pure pleasure, and the thing looked like it was sucking him off. The creature holding him aloft must have been over 6;3. It was hard to make out in the gloom. It’s slate gray skin and black body hair hiding it well, but the strange pulsing toxic green light from what looked like veins lit it up and cast hypnotic shadows over the scene In-front of him. Alverez’s eyes focused on the bio-hazard symbol on its chest and then drifted to the huge cock rubbing against Jackson's back. The thing looked massive like a baseball bat between its legs the tip of which glistened with a tar like black ooze trails of it already marking Jackson’s skin. He started to bang on the glass, to scream Jackson’s name. The thing let Jackson's steel hard member leave its maw, and the man’s ass was raised to creature's month and tongue. Alverez looked to the lock and tried the code he saw Gray use to get them in here frantically mashing the pad while he screamed into the com mic. He was greeted with static and the access denied screen over and over. He pulled a knife from his thigh and tried to smash the access panel. and though it broke with a crunch and a spider webbing of cracks the door stayed closed the magnet unmovable. He looked up and saw Jackson being raised and positioned over the creature's massive member. It start to push down; Jackson squirmed and writhed like he was trying to fight to push himself off the massive oily tool. Alverez saw the jerk as it tore its way into his friends defenses and into his tender hole watched as the creature began to move him up and down he saw Jackson lean forward and kiss the creature. He could barely tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him his mind flashing to memory of Jason and Gary on the hotel bed. He remembered the gun on a sling he had dropped out of shock when he first looked into the room. He grabbed it, took a shooting stance, and took aim at the glass. He fired a quick burst, but the glass held barely scratched. The bullets ricocheted off to the side; the low calibre bullets were more of a danger to Alverez than to the glass. He went back to banging on the door knowing it was useless. Almost sobbing feeling powerless as the thing grasped Jackson's shoulders and pushed him all the way down onto its toxic cock, he knew what was about to happen he had seen it with Gray and Jason. He heard the creature's scream of triumph and could see the massive gray balls contract again and again. He knew it was pumping his friend full of its cum. When the creature was done filling his friend, he saw Jackson's limp form pulled from the huge dripping cock. His suspicions were confirmed when the black ooze and crimson blood poured down the his friend’s leg from his destroyed hole. Jackson was twitching held in the things arms he could see the man's skin changing to a slate gray colour as the black veins began to spread across the man's body. The thing was making him like it, and Jackson seemed to be enjoying it. Alverez licked his dry lips as the thing carried Jackson from sight. He could feel his own cock straining at his fatigues and the damp spread of precum leeching into the fabric. He was sweating heavily and felt sick at being so turned on by what he had just witnessed happen to his best friend. He blamed the shock; his mind not letting him know the truth. But even as he turned to head back to tell the others what had happened to stage a rescue. He could not get the image of Jackson leaking the black ooze and the look of pleasure on the mans face as he became a monster. Red lights began to flash though the halls and rooms of the Gentech Labs once more and a calming voice repeated the phrase “Containment breech - full lock-down protocols are now in effect” There was a loud and final sounding boom the sound of what could only be a large steel blast door sealing the facility again and perhaps dooming them all to Jacksons fate.

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

When I was in high school my best friend and I played some basketball on the Methodist youths church team. Yes I sucked my friend all the time. But I said to Gary that I thought pastor Jim was gay or at least BI. Pastor Jim was about 40. My friend said you think all guys are BI. I said I think that because he s always hugging us guys and staring at our packages. So we made a bet that I could suck his cock. My friend bet no I couldn't, I bet him I could. So I flirted with pastor Jim and rubbed up against him every chance I got. Finally made an appointment with him for consultation. I told him I was conflicted about sucking cocks and I wanted to stop. He was very supportive. When I left his office we set up an appointment for two weeks and I was supposed to think about my problem before we met. The two weeks came fast and when I met pastor Jim I told him I had sucked 6 cocks since our last meeting. He looked at me smiling and asked why. I said I just can't stop, I want every cock I see. He got up from his chair and standing behind me he started to rub my shoulders and talk to me. I moved in my chair and started to rub his cock through his pants. He never tried to stop me so I unzipped them and reached in side of his pants and rubbed his hard cock in his underwear. I undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees along with his underwear. Nice cut 6 inch cock. I slid off my chair onto my knees and started to suck his hard cock. I sucked that cock for at least 20 minutes ate his precum and I swallowed his cum he unloaded in my mouth. A nice sized, delicious load. He didn't say anything when I was done. I thanked him for the great load and said I would suck him anytime he waned me to. He wanted my mouth a couple times a week and I gladly gave it to him. Sucked him for a couple years. I don't know if my friend sucked him or not but I know he loved to suck a cock as much as I do.

Here are my thoughts: 1. The feel of an ass around my cock. 2. The deep personal satisfaction of seeding another man. 3. Being able to make another man happy with my cock and the control I have of that person be cause of it.

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.

Yep, my regular Str8 married, sure has gotten into me eating his ass. Took a year for him to let me near that hole. These days, it's a few minutes servicing the cock and the legs start lifting to give good access to the forbidden. When I first got a taste that hole was so tight. These days it just opens up and my tongue goes as far down as I want. I'm beginning to think he wants more........... but I'm sure not going to offer up my cock. Make him want and ask for it.

I'd like to amplify what rawTOP said above. Incest is a [banned word] because of the reproductive consequences, where reproduction isn't possible I'd assert the [banned word] makes no sense. rawTOP's point about the earlier onset of puberty is well taken, but children become aware of genital pleasure and how soothing genital play can be from when they are babies. It's common and normal for babies and younger children to play with their genitals for comfort and pleasure. Let's be clear, consent matters. Kids often engage in sexual discovery on their own and with others, both siblings and friends. Consent might not be given formally, but mutual curiosity and exploration is ample. Kids have no problem stopping and walking away from any play they are not into. The more the age difference, the more complicated it can become.

I also have a thickness issue with many cocksuckers who don't open wide enough. Then, early in my sex life, a man removed his bridge and hid it under the couch-- as if I wouldn't notice. The next moments of taking my into his mouth with no teeth was heavenly. I have had the occasional true gum job, too. Love it.

I left John’s place and told him to get some rest because I had plans for him for the evening. I told him to be ready at 7pm and I will pick him up with my car. He was smart enough not to ask further more questions. It was our ‘no buts and no ifs’ deal… Went home. Parked the car. Fed the cat. Called my dealer. Twenty minutes later he had brought enough Tina and coke for the weekend. I went and bought lube and syringes and went to the bank to get some cash. Made some phone calls. First I called Mattias. Mattias had a nice place he was renting for men who like to get in a party mood without having to worry about bringing people at their own private place. The world of cumdumps and slamwhores is more than a jungle. You flirt with all kind of dangers and sometime people you encounter are beasts… including your self… so it is good to have a couple of gateways and shelters… Mattias’ shelter is unique. His place is downtown. It is on the top floor of a building that has only law offices. From 7pm the whole building gets empty. EXCEPT the loft at the top floor. Mattias’ cave… Hidden lights, no cameras, easy access with private elevator, no neighbours, big room with double beds, a sling, two huge TV screens playing all kind of porn, two bathrooms, lots of towels. Mattias true profession is a Doctor…. Which is handy and precious to me since he enjoys giving loads and provide the slams. And if it is in the same time then even better… I told him that I will bring some friends for a party gathering and he would be more than welcome to stay if he had no other plans. He knows that my parties are fun and that I am reliable for the fees he is asking for renting his place and his skills too. He also knows that my guests are people who will cause no trouble with the cops or paramedics.. (told you it is a jungle out there….) The next call was to Serge. A cool 50y old guy from Jamaica with a huge 24cm thick uncut cock with huge toxic loads and veins always ready for double slam session. He is an escort. An expensive one I must say, but he is worthy every penny.. And he knows people with the right attitude… thick cocks who play bare and snort or slam whatever chems but still remaining stiff. My kind of favourite people… I am a man of old habits. I usually go to the same place, sit in my usual table, order the same food. Yeap. You can call me boring. I don’t mind. I’ve been called with worse names. But as I said I am too old to change. The same with sex. I have rituals that I follow in a… hmmm… I must admit a bit selfish way. But it works for me and confess: I am too old to apologize if I follow mostly my needs than my fuckbuddy’s. But at least to my defense, before I engage into any kind of sexual contact I make clear of my agenda. If the guy is OK with my terms then we continue and play… if not that’s pretty understandable… no hurt feelings… … the next… My usual session in Mattias’ place has a very predictable routine as well. It goes like this : I arrive and call Mattias to open the door downstairs. Most of the times I go with a cab. I know I will be under the influence of chems so I do not take my car. But if I do, Mattias has given me the code for his private parking lot. And he is not leaving me to drive unless I stay sober for 48 hours. You see why Mattias is a guy I trust… I press the code for the elevator and arrive at the top floor. I always find the door open. The TV screens are already on playing raw gangbang porn. And Mattias is no where around. I make my self comfortable and undress. I drink the cocktail that Mattias has put on a glass on the front table ready for me. I trust him. I don’t trust dudes easily. Or the drinks they offer. But Mattias is professional. I know that whatever liquid is on the glass will help me to get in the mood. I have around ten minutes to start feeling the buzz from the drink. The envelope with the money is left it on the prearranged hidden place, inside a jar next to the breakfast biscuits. I know that while I’m in the bathroom Mattias will come out from his hidden place and will take it. And then he will retrieve to his ‘cave’ until I am ready. Quick shower and a bit freshing up for my butt. Before I leave my place to come for a session I make sure I am clean and prepared… and shaved… the hole is hairless though my body and legs are bearish. Nothing better to feel my hole exposed and lubed by sperm. And piss… I told you I am one of the jungles’ beasts. Mattias has a peculiar taste on towels. They are all black… the bed sheets also black. And always smell fresh… and the touch is soft. Even the carpets. Also black. Always soft in the bare feet. No latex. No cold surfaces. Even the marble. Black marble brought from Kaspia sea in the bathrooms. Always heated. Black wooden floor in the kitchen floor with black small carpets here and there. Air condition controls the temperature all over the big loft. And the air is filtered. He has a very trustworthy cleaning service. He is not charging in discount. I appreciate the high standards of his services and from the very beginning I made clear to him that I am not a client who bargains… … the jungle has its laws and the beasts have their own kind of understanding. Thru Mattias I met Serge. And thru Serge I met the Brazilian Paolo, Elias from Greece, Albert from Ghana, Wolf from Dusseldorf, Ahmoud from Egypt… All escorts and who fuck bare and enjoy pnp. After shower I go to the bed take the position ‘on fours’, with the poppers ready. I blindfold my eyes with the piece of cloth that is already on the bed and then I wait. I hear Mattias approaching. I feel the belt on my on my arm and the cotton on my vein. He has the slam ready. I feel the needle. Yes.. Always the first slam is a strong one. And Mattias is a pro. Slam and cocktail make me fly… and he provides the first load. And the second. And then the escorts start to arrive. For the next twenty four hours I become a hole for men I rent. No suck, no kiss, no chit chat. Mattias takes care giving the towels for their shower, pays them, and make another slam for me. Or cocktail. Or both. And while I buzz I hear my self whispering.. The next…. That is how I usually play at Mattias place. Once a month is enough for me. And one Thursday in one of those bar parties. I am not losing my self in the jungle any more. But I was excited by the idea to give to John a glimpse of my own kind of savanna… When I put down the phone I checked the alarm clock and set it up for 6pm. I took a pill to help me sleep. I had eight hours ahead before I go and pick up John from his place. It was going to be a nice Friday night. I was pleased with the way I had it all set it up. John’ s training was about to begin…

Fucken hot to see the faggot whore taking to accept Poz seed....

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.

It was promise of 'prize money' that brought me here, although I knew damned well what I was doing would qualify me as a whore, but college didn’t come cheap, and neither did anything else: my crappy apartment, gas, you name it. Frankly, everything was starting to look more and more desperate, so I agreed to put my looks to use with some shady Craigslist 'photo model' request stuff. Although one of the four times had been a guy outright looking for a hook-up for cash, one of the other three had led to this. The photographer had taken some pretty racy photographs of me, bent over and naked, blindfolded, that sort of stuff, but he had kept my face from being recognizable in any of the shots, just as I had asked. The money had been decent, not great, but decent. The photographer was an older guy, maybe in his forties, but he was in good shape. And, although I’d definitely gotten the gay vibe from him, as he apparently loved looking at my ass, he hadn’t made an overt move. So long story: for the first time in ages I was able to pay the rent as well as put some food in the fridge and still have a little bit of cash left over. A few weeks later I received a message from the photographer inviting me to a 'blackjack night'. At first I almost dismissed the message at face value as the last thing I wanted to do was gamble away what little cash I had, but then I’d read on and saw that it wasn’t what it sounded like. In fact it was way more than that. “I’ve shown your photos to a friend who hosts play parties at his home. Handsome young men like you willing to take a risk or two can win big cash at his ‘blackjack nights,’ up to $1,000 for the first prize. It’s consensual. It’s absolutely R-rated and involves what you’d imagine. Don’t worry, though, if you choose to come, you’ll be able to stop at any time.” I let the e-mail sit for quite a while, but a thousand bucks is a lot to a guy like me, so finally, I replied, and asked for more details. Annoyingly, there weren’t many. “I can’t tell you much more,” the reply came from the photographer, who added “I’ll be there, and I’ve been to them before. You’ll need a rudimentary understanding of blackjack, and there are usually three or more cash prizes, as well as various other gifts given to some participants. You’ll be popular, if you decide to go, I’ll tell you that. Up to you.” I replied and said I’d go. The 'home' the host lived in was large and far enough out of town that I was a bit worried as I drove there in my clunker, but once I arrived I parked in the large curved driveway that led to the place and went for the door, invitation in hand. I had a good body, I liked sex, and I could use a grand. I had no real illusions about the night beyond that, and that was fine by me. At the door, I was greeted by a guy in a nice suit, who took me to a small side-room, where he took my coat, keys and my invitation number, and then traded my printed invitation for a small white envelope with the same number on it. He led me to a door and knocked once before opening it and looking inside, then nodded to me saying “You can go inside to change. The envelope will show you which bag to use.” I frowned, but he left, so I went into the room as he’d said. There were about two dozen bags lying around, each with a single card attached to them from a deck of cards. A few were mostly empty, though most had piles of regular clothes inside them. I opened my envelope, and pulled out a four of hearts, and a small slip of paper in which were printed these directions: “Dress in the items in the bag matching your card, and then put your clothes into the bag. They will be returned to you afterwards. Then move through the door opposite that through which you entered this room.” I stripped down, found the bag marked with the four of diamonds, and found that inside, there was only a pair of white briefs with a red diamond printed where my left butt cheek would be. I exhaled. I’d known this was basically going to be that sort of evening, but the reality of holding very little cloth in my hand made it pretty obvious. There was also a small card-holder on a Velcro strap, just the right size for the four of diamonds that had come in my invitation. Inside of the card-holder were instructions that told me to secure the card-holder to my arm with the strap, and to keep my card inside. I did so. Wearing only the briefs, which, by the way, were very snug and left nothing to the imagination, I took deep breath and pushed through the door. The room had quite a few men in it already, and I felt my stomach clench a bit when I stepped through the door. Everyone was wearing white – there were already four other guys like me in little white briefs with diamonds on the back of their asses, but there was an obvious division beyond that. Some of the men were wearing white wife beaters and white cotton pants through which it was obvious there was no underwear, and they had the black 'clubs' symbol from a deck of cards on the back of their wife beaters. The 'spades' were all wearing white athletic lace-up shorts with the spade across the right side, and no shirt. The 'hearts' wore similar cotton pants to the 'clubs' but no shirts, with the heart design at the front right where a pocket might otherwise be. Only the diamonds like me didn’t have masks. Everyone else wore a plain white mask that covered his eyes, lending a sense of anonymity. The guys ranged in body types quite broadly, although it was obvious that other than the diamonds, these men were in their forties and fifties. They obviously, however, took care of themselves . And every one of the men wore a Velcro pouch strapped to his arm. A waiter, full uniform, and mask, slid over to me and offered me a drink. I took one, waiting nervously. One of the clubs walked up to me, and when he spoke, I recognized the voice of the photographer. I had thought he was in good shape, and I’d been right: his chest was wide, he had thick arms, and under the edge of the wife-beater, I could see the start of a dusting of dark hair on his chest. “Glad you could come,” he said. I smiled. “Thanks.” The door opened a few more times while we chatted about nothing, and finally, one of the men in the Spades outfits, a bit of a musclebear, really, hairy and thick chested and definitely built strong, stepped to the middle of the room and raised his hand. The room fell silent. “Thank you all for coming,” he said. “As you all know, the game tonight is blackjack, or twenty one. Those of you playing for the prize money, that’s the diamonds in the room, will gather cards from those with whom you choose to...” he paused, smiling behind his short beard, “...interact.” He paused, and looked around. “The only rule, of course, is that no one can tell each other what card he is handing out, though the suit might be obvious.” Again he smiled. “Remember, you are gambling with yourselves, and you may stop at any time. There will be an opportunity for many draws, but don’t forget you will not wish to bust,” he said, smiling again. This time, he pointed at a door. “There is a special room for those who ‘bust’ but would like to deal themselves back into the game.” A few of the men laughed, and standing next to me, the photographer smiled. I felt somewhat nervous. “As always, negotiate as you will, and remember, the first place prize is a thousand dollars for the lucky diamond who achieves 21, or closest to that number without going over. Otherwise, all the rules of blackjack apply. We’ll begin with the diamonds making their choices, but after our first round, we’ll move through the suits accordingly. Diamonds – if you could line up, please?” We did. My stomach clenched and unclenched, and I decided right off that I’d pick the photographer, who was not only hot, but someone I knew. There were five other guys with me in the 'diamond' group, and I saw that there were the same number of hearts, clubs, and spades. I did the math: there were two dozen men in attendance. I swallowed. Our host continued. “The private rooms are through the archway there and up the stairs. They’re marked with diamonds. Feel free to leave the doors open or not as you wish,” he grinned. “Some do enjoy watching.” I swallowed again. The host tapped the first diamond on the shoulder – a lanky red-head with a lean body and freckles – who nervously approached a salt-and-pepper daddy type in hearts. As soon as they started to speak, the host tapped the next diamond, who was beside me, and he went to talk to one of the clubs, a larger black man with very thick arms. Then it was my turn. I went to the photographer, the only one I knew, and he smiled at me. “I’d hoped familiarity would be a good thing,” he said. I smiled at him, feeling myself blush a little. “Yeah.” Once all six diamonds had chosen, the host said, “Okay, gentlemen. You may now let your diamond know what you intend, and he may accept or make another choice.” I looked at the masked man who I actually did kinda-sorta know, and he smiled at me. “I intend to fuck that pretty face of yours and make you swallow every drop,” he said, leaning in. I felt my dick harden in my briefs. I loved to suck dick, and as far as whoring myself out, sucking cock seemed a pretty small price to pay. I nodded. Four of the six diamonds seemed to like what they heard, since we all left for the archway and the four rooms. Two stayed behind, to make a new choice, I assumed. I led the older man into the first room with a diamond on the door. The room was richly dressed, with a bed decked out with fresh white sheets and pillows, as well as a small chest at the base of it labeled, helpfully, 'Toys'. When I went to close the door, the photographer took my wrist saying “I don’t mind an audience,” as he undid his cotton pants. He was facing the door, and he pulled one of the pillows and tossed it onto the floor at his feet. “Kneel there,” he said. I’d have my back to the door. I knelt, and he tugged down the pants to reveal a thick cut cock already growing hard. He took my head in both hands, and pushed my face into his crotch. I licked and rubbed my face against his hardening dick, and he chuckled. “I knew you were a cock sucker the moment I took that first picture. Lips like yours?” he laughed again. “Cocksucker lips.” Frankly, I agreed, and set to work whole-heartedly. His cock was salty with sweat and I loved the taste of pre-cum that drooling from his cock head almost the moment I swallowed his length. He hardened quickly in my mouth, and his grip on my head was strong without being too harsh. He fucked my face, short thrusts in and out of my mouth, without letting his dick come free. I gripped his thighs after a time, realizing quickly that he was the one in charge here, and wanted to enjoy knowing that fact. As his dick hardened, he grew a bit more forceful, but it wasn’t the longest dick I’d sucked, even if it was one of the thickest, and the reality was I was enjoying myself. My own cock was hard, proof that I loved to suck dick, and doing so was a quick way to get my own dick hard, and I let one hand go to reach down and tug my own dick free from my briefs. “You can pull it out,” he said, in a low voice, “but you don’t get to jerk it. Hands back on my legs.” I obeyed with a little grunt as he pushed his dick into my mouth, freeing my cock but not being able to tug on it. I decided to go balls deep on him, and surprised him by swallowing his full length and pressing my face into his pubes for a long moment. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he groaned. Behind us, someone added, “Nice!” I shivered, but pinned on the man’s cock, it wasn’t like I could turn around and see which men, or how many men, were watching. I moaned though, aroused despite myself. “Fuck.. Fuck..” the older man said, and gripped all the tighter for a moment. “Swallow it all, boy! Swallow... it... all!” he grunted, and my mouth filled with his spunk in three sudden spurts. I swallowed spasmodically, narrowly avoiding choking as the thick liquid hit the back of my throat, and managing to get the rest down in two more swallows. I slurped at his dick, tonguing the head of his dick and then bobbing again up and down the full length of him. He let go, and I took a few more moments to lick and suck at his balls, making sure to get him spit-clean. “Damn,” he said, once I leaned back on my heels. “That’s good service.” I smiled up at him, my lips feeling a little raw. He tugged me up, and we turned, our backs to the door, although I glanced and saw there were three men watching. Then he undid his pouch, pulled out a card, handing it to me. I looked at it. Four of clubs. That made eight. That sure wasn’t going to win. Still, I smiled at him, and put it into my own little Velcro carrier as he pulled his pants back up and I tucked myself back in, and then he led me back to the main room. There was a new man there now, in a 'dealer’s' outfit like at a casino, and he walked up to me as we arrived. “Your cards?” he asked me. I pulled them out of the Velcro case, and he pulled out a small pad, asking “Do you want to double-down?” Oh shit! I’d read up about blackjack, but I’d forgotten this rule when I’d gotten the second four. If you get dealt the same card that you already have, you have the option to split it into two hands. I’d basically be starting over again with two hands of four. If I wasn’t mistaken, everything I’d read said it was the smart thing to do. “How does that work?” I asked. The dealer didn’t seem phased by the question. “You’ll build one hand until you hold or bust, then the other. It will make for a longer night,” he said, without a hint of a smile, though I could have sworn I heard some amusement in his voice. I took a deep breath. “I’ll double down." He nodded. And we waited for the rest of the diamonds to return.

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.

In case its not clear, my wife had no idea I was a closeted bi man, being topped 2 or three times a month, and topping sometimes as well in wild encounters at Steamworks baths. The moment quoted above was the first time i had a man's tongue in my mouth with her 'present' in the room... Silver's tongue was working my slutty asshole as I licked up Black's blood droplets, and then pulled my wife's head to me to kiss her. I kissed her hard and rapey, hoping she could taste the tang of my daddy's blood, while Black drove his huge cock into her battered cunt in the full fury of his tina slam rush. She was yelping in pain, but not running away, so next I began to lick and suckle Black's nipples. 'Couple of good whores, husband and wife!' Black growled, and pulled my wife down to taste her lips, his other hand holding me at those hard nipples. From behind me, Silver stopped licking and said 'I can see his rush cum dripping down his shaft... Your wife is already bred.' I felt his fingers at my hole and realized he was stuffing some MDMA in there and I moaned with pleasure both at the way he hadn't even asked permission, and his skilled fingers. 'Daddies, may I lick the cum from mr Blacks shaft while he fucks my wife?' I asked them, knowing they would love to see me degrade myself thusly. Black shoved me away from his nipple contemptuously, and devoted his attention to my wife's tits with his own mouth and teeth. She bucked with an orgasm as the added sensation pushed her over the edge. Arriving at the intersection of daddy cock and wife's cunt, I began meticulously licking the dribbles of cum from his balls, and then his shaft. having fully cleaned him, i began to tongue her sphincter, moaning as Silver continued to prepare my asshole for what was to come. He pulled me away. 'Fuck her ass now, boy, and don't hold back. I'm going to milk your prostate and I want her asshole full of your cum as soon as you can manage it.' Black paused, while I fit my own thick white cock beside his black one. I slid into my wife and she moaned with pleasure. DP and airtight were my wife's greatest talents, ever since her first mfm threesome with me, a couple months after we met. His front rush having given way to the clean sex driving high of a tina slam (a feeling I knew well from the bottoms perspective, only because of this man's patient teaching), we began to bring my wife to the edge of orgasm with long strokes in her two hungry holes. She came again, then again, slamming her ass and cunt against us in a futile effort to take all of our cocks inside. There simply wasn't room enough in my wife for this much meat. Yet. With one of Silvers hands feeding fingers to my man cunt, and the other tweaking my nipples, it wasn't long before I shuddered, 'I'm filling her, fuuuuucccckkkk!' as I shot what felt like a pint of sperm balls deep into her asshole. 'Good boy!,' grunted black. 'Keep going, because your pretty little dick feels good rubbing mine through her asshole'. I gritted my teeth and concentrated on staying hard. With the help of the Cialis I popped earlier, I returned to full erection and began stirring my cum in her guts. Silver pulled his fingers from me, popped a glass plug in me, and stuffed his fingers into my mouth for cleaning. There was a knock at the door.

If I can take an arm up my ass, no cock is going to be too big.

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