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I haven't even had a chance to jerk off in the last week. And I haven't been fucked since BC (before COVID). I went to Bush River Books this afternoon. There are 4 theater rooms, but two were blacked out due to video problems. Went into one and this hot bear was getting a BJ. He was playing with his nipples and enjoyed when I assisted him while he got his cock sucked. The nipple play sent him over the edge and he unloaded in the cocksuckers mouth. The cocksucker then moved to me. He had a talented mouth, but then he asked if I wanted to fuck him. I told him, I'd rather get fucked. He bent me over one of the couches and went to town on my ass! I totally loved it, and I really got off on the guys gathering around to watch in the near blackness. Several feeling my ass and nipples until the stud unloaded in my ass! So, nice to finally get a load! I went back over to the booth side with the gloryholes. Went into a booth. I could barely see the guy on the other side, but he was down on his knees looking for cock, so I fed him mine. It didn't take long before I blew a one week load in his mouth!! Great afternoon at Bush!!

Helping my sister move from Washington to Arizona was not how I wanted to spend my spring break, but being the loving brother that I am, I forewent the parties and potential tail to drive a U-Haul 1,000 miles while she followed in her car. We were driving down I-5 in Oregon when her check engine light came on, so we stopped at a Taco Bell to assess the situation and get some dinner. The guy behind the counter was a flirty 19 year old blonde kid who, while serving us, kept smiling at me, and after we ordered our meal, he proceeded to wipe down every (already clean) table close to ours in the otherwise deserted restaurant. Knowing what was up, I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. I was standing at the urinal with my cock hanging out when Blondie walks into the bathroom. He threw the deadbolt and walked towards me, making eye contact the entire time. Coming up behind me, he looked over my shoulder at my hard cock and gave a half-whimper, half-sigh. I smiled and turned, whereupon he dropped to his knees. The kid had skills, managing to swallow half of my thick uncut cock without choking, and bobbing up and down on my cock all the while frantically clawing at the front of his uniform, trying to free his own rod. After he had slobbered all over my knob for a minute, I grabbed his arms and lifted him to his feet. Reluctantly he stood-up, all the while trying to suckle at my cock. I grabbed his pants, opened his fly, pushing this trousers and boxers to his ankles in no time at all. His cock was respectable and rock hard, but I didn't really care as his ass was my principal interest. I turned him toward the sink and gazed at his perky bubble butt which was covered in light blonde fur. He bent over and spread his cheeks, inviting my inspection. Naturally I dove right in, tasting soap and boy sweat, as I munched on his tight, pink little pucker. He groaned in pleasure, but adding "I don't have a lot of time." "This won't take long" I replied, standing up and lining-up my pole with his hole, applying just a a little pressure to gauge his response. "Do it man, fuck me dude. Shove that big cock in my hole, please. I wanna finish my shift with your cum leaking outta me." With that he pushed back, his tight little hole opening wide to swallow my cock. He grunted as his ass slammed into my hips, and then we both simultaneously groaned. As I began to plow him, his hole tightened back up, and he grabbed the sink counter to steady himself as I grabbed his hips for better leverage. Using only our combined spit for lube, I was going to town on his young hole, not that I needed to worry: I can always tell when a hole has had practice, and this guy was no virgin. I briefly wondered who else has left his load in this sexy stud. His father? An older brother? Truckers who have stopped at the restaurant for tacos? It became a moot thought as I neared my orgasm. "Where do you want my load, boy?" "Inside me! Cum in my ass please!" "You want this poz load up your hole?" His hands reach behind me and pull me tighter into him, as his ass clenched down on my cock, crooning "Fuck that's hot man! Breed me with your poison jizz." That was all I need to hear and I started to shoot. Four or five spurts later I could feel his ass contracting in the tell-tale way that meant he had just shot all over to sink. I pulled out and before I can reach for the paper towels, he whipped around and swallowing my softening cock, cleaning up the leftover toxic cum clinging to it. Then as I watched, while tucking myself into my pants, he turns back to the sink and cleaned-up his own leftover mess. As I turned to leave, he smiled at me, cum still glistening on his lips. "Thanks" he said, panting and looking up at me like a little puppy. "No, thank you." I replied, leaving him there to put himself back together.

I agree

I want a rosebud. Not for fisting, I just think they look pretty.

Fisted and fucked a hot rosebud last night. Turns out I can plow with my new PA. It's been four weeks and I took it super cautiously, but I felt a shift at one point, and it began to pull. I kept expecting to pull out and find no ring on the end of my cock. We were both kinda spent by that point, so no load was given. I came home, cranked it out, and sucked the cum into an empty syringe for freezing and later use. I think I'll start saving loads from other men who don't shoot inside me for later use. This oughta be fun.

fuck thats hot wish I was closer I love breeding ftm boy pussy. Even hotter if chance I knock you up.

Another installment courtesy of Vancrawman. Appreciate him picking up the story and running with it. His stuff really gets me off and hope it does you, too. MAC MEN 11: BREEDING BETWEEN BASHES That’s what hit my email inbox the day after the Shudder party wrapped up…but before that, so much else had happened…. I figured I’d be getting home late and I was right – Shudder didn’t wrap up until after 5:00am… After Kenny and I double-fucked the blond boy, I fell asleep and when I opened my eyes, Angel was in my arms. We made out a little more, and, in true Shudder brotherhood tradition, my cock sprang up to attention once again. I had really wanted to breed that furry dark haired hole that was at the glory-hole booth when I first went upstairs to the After Party – but I got distracted by taking loads and then by the DP with Kenny and when I went to look for him, he and his tasty hole were gone. But then I looked over Angel’s shoulder and I see that furry dark boyhole is back in the booth and available. The crowd has thinned out some by now. Angel sees me looking at the guy and laughs, tells me to go over there. I make my way there, my fuckstick at full mast, and with one swoop into his hole, I bury the angry raw tool into the warm dark hole of this beautiful boy of around 19 or 20. Even for breeding five holes already tonight, my cock is still hard as steel, I’m just not sure I have any seed left to bestow on this boyhole…I deepen my thrusts as his hole twitches and shimmies from side to side, I’m determined to get this hole loaded up with my Load #6 of the evening. I pull my raw cock out just for a moment and it’s covered in load from this boy’s insides. Seeing all that mixed semen coating my rigid staff makes me mount up again and plunge back into the boy in one deep thrust. My mind replays all the breeding that’s gone on tonight, from my cock into all the holes and from other men’s cocks into my fucktunnel. In no time, and in true Shudder fashion, I feel the need to breed surging through me once again, my pace quickens and I throttle in and out, thrashing and bucking like a bull and then I feel my sixth load transferring from me to the man in front of me…my heart is pounding as it pounds into him, five, six, seven, eight spurts of fresh seed. Just like Five-Shot Frankie told me, the Shudder Brotherhood replenishes a man’s balls so they can be mass inseminators. But yeah, now I am spent. I thank the boy, finger his sweet passage a bit and bring the mixed-origin jizz to my lips. This was the perfect way to end the party. I find Angel who has just deposited another of his cumloads into the gloryhole occupant a few feet away. I see that it’s Aaron, whom Kenny and I double-fucked earlier. I love that Angel and I both got to tag a lot of the same holes tonight. We embrace and go downstairs to get dressed. As we descend the stairs, I ask Angel how much cum he’s shot tonight: ‘Seven fucking loads my friend,” he says proudly “I think cuz I knew you were here, you helped me beat my record! And I know I took at least 8 loads tonight. Another record!” There’s only a few guys still down in the changing area. Ron comes by to announce they’re closed: “You don’t have to go home, men, but we gotta close up here. See you all next month!” “Randy,” Angel whispers to me, his hand casually cupping my raw cock and balls “you’ll see an invite in your email tomorrow. I hope you can make it to that party. It’s next week and something new we’re trying at a new venue. Details will be in the email.” We share spermy kisses in the parking lot, each other’s fingers reaching behind for one last foray into our cum-soaked fucktunnels. “See you soon, buddy, and welcome to the Club,” and with that Angel is driving off. All the drive home, as the sun was rising and the rush hour starting, with the stop and start traffic on the freeway, I kept replaying the night in my head and I never felt so alive. But I was also dog tired. As I stumbled through the lobby of my building, I see Angus, the muscle-bound Scottish stuntman for one of the TV studios in town, coming out of the elevator. He takes one look at me and gives me a “I know what you’ve been up to all night” kind of look. I get on the elevator and press for my floor. “Looks like you had a fun night,” says this mountain of a man who has barely exchanged words with me in all the time I’ve been living in this building. “Out with the lads or up to no good with the ladies?” “Lads,” I smile and say back at him, as the elevator door closes between us. “Damn,” I mutter to myself,” I’ll never see him at Shudder” I sleep heavily that morning, clear through to the afternoon. It’s almost 4:00pm when I wake up. I recall some dreams I had during my sleep, dreams about cocks and holes and breeding,…my sexy neighbor Angus is there in the dream, but off to the distance, away from any action, just watching. I wake as hard and ready to shoot as any time at Shudder last night. Without checking my email first, I stagger out of bed. It’s 4:30pm now and I need to hit the gym. I’m there about an hour when Bryan, my fuckbud from the yoga closet sees me and we stop to talk. “Sorry I couldn’t make Shudder last night,” Bryan says, “work went long. Did you enjoy yourself?” I’m regaling Bryan with all the adventures from Shudder last night and he’s rubbing his crotch through his gym shorts, right there in the weight room, his tight body leaning into mine. I swear I can smell the testosterone oozing off him. My cock springs to life in my shorts, brushing up against Bryan’s hard pole tenting up in his spandex. “Wish I had the time to hear more about it in private with you, Randy,” he says as he reluctantly backs away from me,” but I gotta go back to work now. Did you see the email from Angel about the Armband Party?” “Armband Party?” I ask, “No, what’s that?” Bryan just turns to walk away, laughing and tells me to check my email and it will be explained. I reach for my phone and there’s 40 emails to go through. Some are the usual spam, plus a few work emails, but most of them are about Shudder and a few from guys from last night. As I’m thinking to myself I better set up a dedicated email address for Shudder Brotherhood stuff, I read a few of them: From Five-Shot Frankie: “Fuck, man, it was so good to get up into that cummy hole of yours, Randy. I can’t wait to seed you again!” From Rafi: “I took 12 loads last night, Randy, but yours was my favorite since I got your first Shudder cumload out of you. I got home at 6:00 am with my hole leaking like crazy from all those loads. Thought I’d send you a pic.” And there was Rafi’s sweet coffee-colored hole with huge amounts of load oozing out. As I look at this and zoom in a bit, my tentpole action in my gym shorts gets bigger than ever. From Aaron: “Hey, man, you and your bud Kenny can DP me anytime, stud! My hole is still dripping from those cumloads you guys injected into it! Welcome to the brotherhood, Randy, there’s no going back now!” Finally, I find the one forwarded from Angel and open it up. It’s from a guy named Keith and there’s a lot of introductory stuff about the rules regarding photographs (none), smoking (none) and rooms of the private house venue that are off limits, but it’s the next section that takes my hard-on in my gymshorts to another level. I hold my sweaty towel in front of me while I read – It says: “Some of my parties will be what I call “Armband Parties,” and this will be featured in the invitation email. At arrival, everyone must choose between a yellow, green or red armband: (you may change armbands during the party) a. GREEN ARMBAND: TOTAL BOTTOM. When you are in the sex area and you have a green armband, any Yellow Armband (Versatile) or Red Armband (Total Top) can top you and/or breed you as he sees fit. Green Armband bottoms can also station themselves in a fixed spot while blindfolded for a true cumdump experience. b. YELLOW ARMBAND: VERSATILE. When you are in the Sex Area and you have a yellow armband, you may top and/or breed any other yellow armband, or any green armband as you see fit. You may also be topped and/or bred by any other yellow armband or any red armband as he sees fit. c. RED ARMBAND: When you are in the Sex Area and you have a red armband, you may top and breed any Green or Yellow Armband as you see fit. You may not top another red armband while you are wearing a red armband (oral or rimming OK). d. Respect consent and if someone doesn’t want the encounter or wants to stop the encounter, he will inform you and he will leave the sex area. e. All my house parties are BAREBACK only – Condoms are never permitted. If we see you using a condom, you will be asked to leave. f. The purpose of this party is to enjoy yourself, meet new men, have good bareback sex – and breed as much as possible. For this purpose, when you are in the Sex Area, you must be engaged in sexual activity (touching, kissing, sucking, fucking, rimming) g. Two oral bottoms who will “greet” every guest upon his arrival. Every guest MUST be serviced for a few minutes by at least one of the oral bottoms. Once the doors have closed to new arrivals, the oral bottoms will circulate throughout the sex area, and will be wearing Green Armbands for the entire night. As I read this, my stiff cock is bursting out from the leg of my gymshorts and I can feel the wet pre-cum leaking out of my pisshole. “Fuck,” I text Bryan, “this Armband Party sounds fucking amazing! U going?” “Hell yes, I’ll be there, stud,” was his response. ‘Hey Randy, I’m meeting up with a hot Alpha man I know later tonight. You want to make it a threesome? You’ll love Eric, I guarantee. Hung like a horse and full of cum. He’ll throw a fuck into you like you won’t believe!” “You let me know where and when and I’ll be there, Bryan,” I text back to him. “Six loads shot last night and I’m ready for some more tonight,” I think to myself. I fucking love this life!” I rush home, shower thoroughly and fall into bed for a quick nap, then get dressed in a leather cockring and as little else as possible, and by 8:00pm, I’m back in the elevator going down when on the floor below mine, Angus boards the elevator, his muscle tank barely containing his big chest and I’m staring at his arms and how I want them to pin me down when my daydream is interrupted by his Scottish accent: “You going out again tonight, lad? Aiming to recreate last night, are we?” I stammer something quickly and probably incoherently. This slab of a man is making me ooze more precum in my shorts right there in front of him. I try to put Angus out of my mind and get to my car and soon I’m on my way to swap cum with Bryan and Eric. Bryan texted me a pic of Eric’s cock – big and thick and dark – this is gonna be good. The whole time from the gym encounter with Bryan to this moment in the car, my dick has been straining and needing attention, I hope I can hold out and not blow a load too soon with Bryan and Eric – and then I remember, I’m a Shudder Stallion now, I can cum as many loads as I want to! Bryan left his door unlocked and when I arrive, I just walk in and I hear some noises from the bedroom. I find Eric, a beautiful beefy guy, hairy chest and dark olive skin, already mounted up from behind inside Bryan’s smooth butthole. Bryan’s on all fours and his eyes are rolling back in his head in ecstasy. I strip off right away and dive under Bryan into a 69 position, taking his hard pole into my waiting mouth, all the while watching Eric’s thrusts of the dark shimmering fucktool and his precum dripping down on the outward motion and I position myself to catch it in my waiting mouth. Suddenly, Eric whips it out of Bryan’s hole and down into my mouth and throat in one smooth motion. I’m barely able to breathe as that fuckrod is pummeling my throat. And then it’s back up Bryan- throbbing in and out of his hole, back to my throat, back up Bryan’s sweet passage and on like that for 20 minutes. None of us have exchanged any words, we just dove right in to what we as men were born to do: raw fuck and breed each other. Bryan has worked his mouth onto my cock and swallows it down whole. Already this is sensory overload. I gently ease my fucktool out of Bryan’s mouth and Eric motions for me to get up and get it into Bryan. We rearrange ourselves and Eric is now on his back with Bryan working his cock over with his mouth while I’m poised at Bryan’s fucktunnel with my raging cock of steel. I see all the precum coating Bryan’s hole and I just have to dive my tongue into there before beginning the anal assault on this boypussy. But this is more than just precum… “I had some frozen loads saved up,” Eric explains, “a couple from me and a couple from some buddies of mine, so I pre-lubed Bryan’s sweet ass for us, Randy. Get that cock of yours in there, Randy, and then I’m gonna mount up and ride your hole with this,’ he says, shaking his thick cock at me. That was all the invitation I needed and with one deep thrust, I was up inside Bryan’s fuck passage and pounding away. It’s even better than that hour in the yoga room with Bryan because now I can feel those cumloads that Eric inserted coating my cock and coaxing a fresh load of my seed out of it. As I’m going to town fucking Bryan, Eric edges up behind me and I feel him parting my cheeks and a tongue finding its way into my hole…The tongue fucking he’s throwing down on me is heavenly and my pace inside Bryan’s ass speeds up. I’m starting to abandon any hope of prolonging this load that’s gonna shoot out of me soon, but just then I feel a cold, icy sensation on my hole. That fucker Eric has got more frozen manjuice, this time for my hole! I stop thrusting into Bryan and dig my cock deep in his guts and grind it slowly as the icy cylinder of cum invades my butthole. Eric’s laughing an evil laugh as it coldly goes up inside me…What a sensation as it immediately starts melting and creaming my insides with this spunk from who knows who? “This is three of my loads frozen up there, mixed with 2 others I sucked out of some businessman cocks at a glory hole the other day,” he devilishly says. “All melting now inside your hole, you fucking cumdump slut.” His hand slaps across my cheeks. Eric is fingering my hole as I’m leaning forward over Bryan, our tongues exploring each others mouths. Eric takes some of the melting spermloads from my hole and brings them up to Bryan and my lips and we snowball the cum back and forth to each other…I’m lost in bliss with this, my cock, still firmly buried in Bryan is surely leaking precum into his guts, and then Eric’s fat fucktool starts invading my cummy hole and he begins a brutal fuckdown on me, pinning me against Bryan, and pinning my hard dick deep inside Bryan’s guts. “Ever since Bryan told me about flip-fucking with you at the gym, I knew I needed to get into that blond boyhole of yours, Randy. Fuck that’s a nice hole. Hope you like this, fuckboy, cuz I ain’t stopping until you’ve got my fresh manseed up in there.” Eric is just pounding at me brutally now, I am unable to move much except upon one of his thrusts. His thick veiny arms are pinning me down, smashing me and my rigid shaft further into Bryan, over and over this goes for about 15 minutes of pure raw uninhibited mansex, frequently punctuated by slaps across my cheeks and a few “fucking cumdump!” or “take that fucking raw cock!” growls from the manbear that’s making me his property. I sense he’s getting close as his breathing gets even heavier, I feel his thick fuckwand pushing further into me, somehow expanding even more in advance of the jizz that’s gonna come flying out of it; the purest form of mansex there can be is the transfer of cum and energy from one stud to another, and it’s happening now. He’s moaning and groaning heavily and finally shouts “Take it fucker, take that big fucking load up your hole!! Fucking bareback cumdump meant for my alpha DNA!” This was all I needed, and even though my body and my cock are pinned under this mountain of a man covering my ass, my cock inside Bryan begins shooting like a fire hydrant, I feel 11 spurts of seed coming forth from me, all the while Eric is still spraying his load inside me too. I have no clue how much cum Eric deposited into my ass, with the six inserted loads and the geyser of jizz that just came out of his cock…My hole is cummy and warm -- no hot, like it’s on fire, with his seed. After a few minutes of post-cum grinding into me, making sure he’s got every drop from his dickhead into my fucktunnel, Eric pulls out with a splashy cum sound. I pull out of Bryan and collapse over to the side of the bed. Bryan is jerking his cock furiously and I lean over to get my waiting mouth in position to catch this stud’s load. Eric approaches him from the other side and we both await the eruption from Bryan’s raw, red cock and when it finally comes it hits me in the back of the throat, Bryan pulls out of my mouth and directs the next jet of his cum into Eric’s open mouth. And back and forth like that for all 8 shots of Bryan’s jizzjuice. We all three start kissing and smashing the loads into each other’s mouths. We’d been going at it for over an hour, all three of us shooting massive loads, and yet, in the great Shudder tradition, our cocks are all still angry and hard…I scamper over on top of Bryan and without a word, impale myself on his stiff sword and start riding it. Bryan is in overload mode now and he is almost whimpering with delight and desire as I bounce up and down on him, my cummy hole leaking out onto him. As I hoped it would happen, I sense Eric moving behind me into a double-fuck position, he pushes me forward, being sure to keep me impaled on Bryan. I feel his hot breath and hairy chest on my back as he opens my hole up to accept the double-fuck. Once his fat tool is up inside my hole, he and Bryan coordinate their throbbing in and out of it, the formerly-frozen stranger cum and Eric’s own seed sloshing around and coating their steel rods. My own cock is smashing against Bryan’s smooth chest, oozing precum which Bryan scoops up in his fingers and shares with me. Eric starts growling and almost screaming he’s gonna seed my hole again, “Fuckin’ take those raw dicks!” and at that, Bryan is bucking like a bull, his cock moving up inside me, against Eric’s tool, and it begins shooting his load. Based on his convulsions, it looks and feels like 7 or 8 shots of seed. Finally it stops spurting and Eric lifts me off of Bryan and reenters me for a second brutal fuck. He doesn’t last very long this time, and almost immediately starts gyrating, roaring loudly and shooting his superior manseed into me. I count 10 jets of semen transferred from him to me. My own cock which I’m not even touching, starts to blast cum several feet into the air, catching the headboard behind Bryan’s head and the wall behind that. The three of us collapse in a sweaty, cummy heap. Someone’s fingering my hole, I’m not sure if it’s Bryan or Eric. I’m holding Bryan’s red raw cock and licking the head of any jizz still lingering on it. Eric is holding us both in his massive arms. “Randy,” Bryan says, “I’d like you to meet my husband, Eric. Eric, this is Randy.” And we all laugh and fall back in the bed. “Are you guys going to the Armband Party?,” I ask after a few minutes. “We’ll be there,” Bryan says and with a devilish grin, says “And Eric will be wearing a green armband so his ass will be ours.”

Part 5 Jackson awoke his body awash with sensation a burning pleasure like nothing his brain had felt before like every nerve in his body had been rewired for his gratification, he let out a low guttural moan that. his new eyes took in the glory of his new form his skin was now a slate gray taught over rippling muscle as if all his body fat had been drained away in the transformation. the black veins spider-webbing across his body throbbing with a toxic green light carrying his makers gift of corruption though him to where the change was not yet total. The once blond hair on his chest was now coal black his eyes wondered downwards. the carefully cultivated treasure trail down his abs that had been many a womans downfall led his eyes to the improved weapon that too was beginning to rise from its slumber. his cock once a respectable 8 inch of thick meat had doubled in size and seemed to be showing no signs of stopping as it swelled with his new toxic blood. Movement in the darkness caught his eye and he turned his head; he was on an examination table in what looked like a laboratory across from him in what once had been a containment room he could see shapes writhing in the dim light he could see body's inter-tangled some pushed up against the glass illuminated in all their glory by brief flashes of red light he saw his new toxic brothers enjoying each other in every way possible and could just make out the cacophony of grunts and moans. their own perfect forms practically swimming in the oily corrupted cum they must have slipped into each other Jackson licked his lips and went to rise to join them in their orgy of debaucherus' pleasure. when a hand rested on his chest, he looked up into the eyes of his maker Jackson let out a mewl of need as that touch sent waves of pleasure running though him the creature nodded once. Jackson lay back down his eyes no leaving his maker the thing moved between his feet hanging over the edge of the slab its hands reached up and gripped his ankles it pulled, Jackson's form slid down the slab his ass now hanging over the edge exposed and vulnerable. Jackson let out a whimper as the thing lowered its head and slowly licked its way up his body its massive toxic cock carefully positioned to nudge at his hole to tease its new convert with more of his maker's gift. It licked its way up his engorged throbbing cock causing a moan to escape the younger creature's mouth the maker smiled and moved up his new creations tight abs and chest taking a moment to tease the nipples Jackson bucked and squealed from the sensation impaling itself of the makers iron hard rod just a little enough for the head to slip into his velvety shoot. Both creatures went still for a moment at the sensation they locked eyes Jackson noticed the feral glee sparkling in the thing's obsidian gaze seeing his new self-reflected there a helpless sacrifice to his and his makers perverted lusts Jackson nodded giving himself now and forever over fully to his new creator. the maker let out a growl of dominance and drove into Jackson in one fluid motion its balls slapping against his ass, Jackson's black eyes bulged with the sensation expecting pain but feeling none, the pleasure was almost too much for his new brain and nerves to process, then the maker drew back and did it again and again speeding up Jackson's form bucked like a rag-doll under the assault his head snaping back and forth caught in a perpetual scream of ecstasy his legs wrapped around his maker trying to force the creature deeper their mouths met and Jackson screamed his elation into his maker their tongues entwined. They rolled and fell to the hard tile flood and for a moment they separated laying on their back's eyes looking at the ceiling before his maker pounced again flipping him over on to his stomach he felt the weight come down on him then the slick sensation of his maker invading his insides once more Jackson howled with pleasure pushing back onto the invading dick milking as best as he could, wanting no needing more of the pure toxic strain to make him stronger faster better than others, he felt the steel rod in him swell again and knew he was about to get his desire. His maker let out that keening scream he remembered from his first time and the searing heat burned though him again pulse after pulse of it his brain somehow knew this time would seal his transformation would lock him into this new perfect form and he whimpered under his maker no going back this was his life now and he had no regrets. The creature pulled out of him leaving him feeling empty and turned him over looking down into its creations eyes it leaned down and griped either side of his face its hands gentle thumbs creasing his temples it leaned down further and kissed Jackson almost tenderly, without breaking the kiss it crawled up his form and settled on Jackson's tight muscled chest it leaned back exposing its ass . the creatures hand moved down to Jackson's hole now leaking its toxic continence onto the cold floor it scooped it up and rubbed it around its twitching hole fingers easily slipping inside causing it to moan into Jackson's mouth, it scooped up more toxic cum from the pool and dripped it down Jackson's rock hard cock satisfied it manoeuvred the young creatures newly changed and charged cock to its own hole pushed back it slid down the length one agonisingly slow inch at a time. Jackson let out a moan his eyes rolling back in his head he lay twitching with pleasure his brain overloaded by the sensation and the pleasure of the change only a few seconds later Jackson's cock exploded rope after rope of black oily cum deep into his makers bowls, the creature chuckled darkly and patted the bio-hazard sign forming from the black veins on Jackson's chest knowing it had created a work of art in this one. The creature waited for its new creation to be able to move again and helped him rise the maker gestured to an open-door way Jackson knew in his being it was time to hunt time to get him his first meal of pure untainted cum an image of his team mates appeared in his mind and he licked his lips his veins pulsing toxic green light faster in anticipation.

Hunter noticed that Chris always ended up on top of Tyler. This was how they would fuck he decided. He pulled off his shirt and reached back to the side table and said, "You boys want lube? I'll just set it here if you do." He put the bottle on the bed near them. Chris and Tyler looked over to him and at the bottle and Hunter knew what was going through their minds. "Youve never used lube have you?" The boys shook their heads. "We just cum from rubbing against each other" Tyler said. "We dont need it." "Youve never jerked each other off or anything? You could also use it if you take things further. You know, maybe if you decide to fuck." He left it there. But he did notice that Tyler seemed to be lingering on Hunter's chest. It was hairier than the boys. Maybe Tyler liked older hairy guys. He would test that later. "You boys make a lot of precum anyway so maybe you could use that as lube." The hits were working on Chris and he saw that Hunter was creating an opening for him to push Tyler to do more. He grabbed the bottle of lube and raised himself to his knees. Tyler raised himself onto his elbows looking at Chris. Chris flipped open the top and poured a little of the lube onto his hand. He put it up to his nose and smelled it. Nothing. He looked into Tyler's eyes and grabbed Tyler's cock. He began to stroke Tyler's cock covering it with the lube. Tyler sank down and moaned. Stroking his cock never felt so good. Hunter saw an opportunity and grabbed the pipe and torch. Tyler opened his eyes when he heard the click and again raised himself up. Hunter knew he had him. He put the lit pipe up to Tyler's mouth. "Let's see how big a hit you can take." He turned to Chris. "Try that lube on your cock." He winked. They both knew this could happen. He pulled the pipe away and told Tyler to hold the hit longer. Hunter and Chris could see something changing in Tyler's eyes. After he exhaled, Tyler took another big hit. Chris poured lube directly on his cock and started stroking. It felt amazing. "How are you feeling Ty?" Chris asked knowing that something had changed. Tyler was still holding his second hit and nodded. But when he blew the cloud out, he moaned. "This feels really good." Tyler looked down at Chris' cock glistening with lube and rock hard. He wanted that cock more than usual. He couldnt expain it. Chris took two hits and he could feel that he was hornier than he had ever been before. He wanted to fuck. Without Hunters prompting, Chris leaned down to Tyler and shotgunned his second hit. Hunter stepped back as they made out with more passion than before. Hunter noticed that Tyler's legs were wrapped around Chris' waist. He moved to the foot of the bed and saw that Tylers hole was exposed. Chris' balls hung down but Hunter could still see that tight smooth virgin hole. He grabbed the bottle of lube and poured some on his fingers. He crawled up onto the bed behind Chris. He crouched down and with his middle finger he teased the outside of Tylers hole and pressed his hole without pushing into him. He felt the heat of the boys hole and the moan from Tyler even muffled by Chris' mouth was loud. Chris had no idea what was happening but he liked that Tyler seemed to be loosening up. He moaned in response into Tylers mouth. Hunter tried to push things further. He lubed up his middle finger again and rubbed Tylers hole beginning to use a little more force until he began to feel the boys hole open for the finger. He felt the tightness of the hole wrap around the tip of his finger. Tyler moaned and unwrapped his legs from Chris and spread them out all while still locked in a kiss. Hunter knew what this meant. He pushed slowly in further without stopping knowing how much Tyler wanted this. And more. He found Tylers spot and began to rub inside him. "What? Oh my...that...what?" Chris pulled up and looked behind him. Hunter slowly pulled his finger out so Chris wouldnt sit on his arm. "I think its time Tyler." Hunter smiled. He always loved this moment watching a boy lose his virginity to another virgin. All with his guidance. Tyler nodded. Hunter grabbed the pipe and torch and gave them to Chris. "I want you guys to do this yourselves this time. Big hits. You can do it. In the meantime, you mind if I get naked?" This was the next step in crossing the lines that they had already established. Hunter told them he wouldnt join in the play but that was just to get them into his bed. Both Chris and Tyler nodded. It didnt matter if they were nodding about the hits or Hunter getting naked or both. They were all going to enjoy this. The boys took their hits with Chris lighting the pipe each time. It was almost sweet how Chris took care of Tyler like that. Little did they know. Hunter could see that the increased high was making them hornier and hornier. They were looking at each other during and after the hits like they had forgotten that Hunter was even there. Chris set the pipe and torch on the bedside table and looked over at Hunter who was naked and fully hard. "Woah Hunter. Youre huge." "You boys like it?" Tyler turned after hearing Chris' observation and his mouth was agape. "I'll take your silence as a yes." "Hey" said Tyler. "Whats with the biohazard tattoo? You a chemist or something?" They all chuckled. They were talking about the tattoo just above Hunter's 9 inch cut and dripping cock. "A chemist? Something like that."

Took my first dick at 17 work as a Rent Boy for 5 years took my first fist at 19 Poz at 20 so my hole has lots of mileage on it. Today it looks more like a woman cunt than a ass hole. Your hole is a mussel and like any mussel they change in size from use and stress. People call them names from a boy hole to a man cunt well I have man cunt and proudly of it just spit and fuck it.

My three week sex drought has come to an end thanks to the great time I had with a super sexy older man. Yeah, I still have daddy issues. God I needed it so bad!

Love a cunt with mileage. Now I can fuck that hole as deep and hard as I want.

Usually commando, just shorts and flip-flops – so I can get rid of both very quickly and get ready for the dick up my ass....

You can practice with dildos, gradually increasing depth and girth. But you might just have to be prepared to puke a lot. You should only ever get throatfucked on an empty stomach, and you should be honest with men that you are likely to vomit when they go deep. Establish a signal so that they can prevent your stomach acid from touching their cocks. Give men control, as always. There are men who actively enjoy making fags puke. You should probably seek them out and beg them to forcefuck your throat until your gag reflex is all but dead.

No one talk or use condom In my last fucks... covid afraid more than aids now

Always commando. Haven't worn underwear in about 15 years. I'll war a jock only if I need to. Otherwise I prefer the feeling of my cock and balls being unsheathed at a moment's notice.

I take pride in the fact my hole is a gasping slit like a real pussy. I enjoy knowing that I can take a fat dick with out the squirming and pillow biting due to the pain. I can literally lube up a big dicked top by slobbering all over it and he can slide it up in me like some freeky WAP and start pounding away until he releases the entire contents of his balls in me.

One of my old regulars texted me. Asked if I was free. For him, I always say yes. He's got a small cock, shoots huge loads, and generally cums fast. He showed up, began the role play (he loves daddy/son stuff) and put his cock in my mouth. I could taste the ass of the bottom he fucked before me on his cock. Then he mounted me, fucked fast and hard, and bred me. Then I cleaned his cock and tasted my ass mixed with the taste of the previous ass. Then he left.

Spend some time with some larger dildos, and make sure you're already been worked over well by guy #1 before guy #2 inserts himself. It's not a bad idea either to start putting Vaseline on your hole at night a few days beforehand to keep it and the surrounding skin soft and supple because you're going to get stretched in different directions than you might be used to.

No better words can be said to me than "fuck you're loose " when a Man enters me...

Well Progress is going well. We got the new Roomie to pose for a photo so he could post it on some dating app. I wonder how long it will be before I tap that tight boy pussy and breed him. Filling him full of my toxic seed. I know he drinks a lot and tends to black out, Maybe I should just take him when he black's out after drinking. I am sure if we get photo's of him with a cock in his mouth and one deep in his ass he will be willing to let us do as we want to him.

It’s hot to cum at the same time as a top but I reckon I blow about one in ten times I’m fucked. But I feel their load is mine

Hi guys… apologies for the delay. I kind of wrote myself into a corner with this one and I have tried to salvage it with this chapter. Writer’s block is a cunt of a thing! I hope you enjoy part 5… hopefully the creative juices are flowing again! Part 5: My senses were in overdrive. I had a metallic taste in my mouth and I coughed repeatedly. My ears were ringing. I heard activity around me but I was unsure what was going on. I was still sweating but my body temperature had been tempered by the cold water. I heard and felt clippers as they were run over my head and then my body, cock, balls and arse. Then, I felt something cool being applied to my torso and realised that I was being shaved down. I find shaving such a turn on as it is the ultimate in power exchange (apart from piercings and tattoos.) I felt a small prick in my cock and realised that I was being given Caverject or Tri-Mix. It seemed like an impossibly big dose of that was being given to me. I was then led to a sling and strapped in. My head was lower than my arse and my head, while supported, was hanging over the edge of the sling. I felt a cock nudge at my mouth and I gladly opened to accept the cock. Simultaneously, I felt a cock nudge at my hole. As the dick in my mouth grew to its full hardness, i felt the guy push further and further down my throat. I felt my air supply cut off and my gag reflex kicked in. As I choked on the huge member raping my throat, the dick at my hole started to push its way in. It was not going in easily and I realised that (a) it was huge and (b) they were not using lube. I tried to concentrate on relaxing my hole but the throat rape that I was receiving was making it impossible to do so. The cock on my throat withdrew slightly and I took a couple of heaving breaths. As it shoved its way back down my throat and I started to choke again, the dick at my hole shoved in balls deep in one massive thrust. I screamed around the cock in my mouth and felt myself break out in a fresh lather of sweat. I felt the cool of lube being applied (too late, fuckers) to my hole and the dick started its assault on my arse. Periodically, the cock assaulting my throat would withdraw and a popper soaked rag would be placed against my nose and mouth. As I heaved for breath, I could feel the poppers affecting me. My head was swimming and I was till rushing from the drugs that had been pumped into my system. I was moaning as the fucking got more intense and more insistent. With a roar the owner of the dick slammed back into my hole and I felt the warm, moist sensation of what must have been a huge load being pumped into my guts. At more or less the same time, the dick in my mouth slammed all the way down my throat and unloaded directly into my stomach. Both cocks were withdrawn simultaneously and I felt a wet tongue slurping on my hole. I love being rimmed and the tongue probing my chute was an expert at it. I felt hands grasp my hard dick which was slick with precum. A dick slapped against my lips and I tasted arse and some blood as it was inserted into my mouth “Clean me off you filthy bitch” said the voice and I realised I was cleaning off the dick that had just unloaded in my arse. As he withdrew with a satisfied sigh, I heard a voice, “Open up, cunt,” and the load that had just been fetched from my arse was spat out into my mouth. This was pressing all my buttons. Another popper soaked rag was placed over my nose and mouth and the next dick started to ease into my hole. This dude was also hung and I could feel my hole stretch to accommodate his throbbing member. I heard, “His mouth is empty, fellas,” and felt the next dick assault my throat. As the cock forced its way down my throat, I could smell the musky scent of unwashed cock and balls. Whoever this guy was, he was a filthy fucker. As the assault continued, all that I could smell was a pungent mix of sweat, arse, cock and balls. I felt hands pinch and tug at my nipples which is always a massive turn on for me. If my nipples are not scabbed over and bleeding by the end of a session, they have not been worked hard enough. I felt pegs being applied to my tits and I hissed around the cock in my mouth. Each time someone unloaded in my arse, the pegs would be taken off, rotated 90 degrees, and re-applied. In this way, they were not mauled and really hurt, but they were always sensitive and in the most exquisite pain. Between the assault on my nipples, and the random slaps on my torso, legs and butt, my entire body was a mass of red hand marks and welts as my tormentors continued their work. I lost count at 20 dicks in my arse but the train on my holes went for what seemed like hours. My hole was puffy and swollen, as were my lips. I felt a hand lift my head and a bottle was placed against my lips. I drank thirstily recognising Gatorade and the unmistakable bitterness of GHB. “If I pass out, carry on fucking me,” I managed to croak out between gulps of liquid. I was given another two tablets to swallow - one MDMA and a diuretic I was told. I relaxed back into the sling and felt someone releasing the restraints. I still head the blindfold on but it was soaked through - a mixture of sweat, saliva, cum, and fuck knows what else; a heady brew of depravity that was turning me on something rotten. I felt it being removed. “Keep your eyes closed, slut,” I was told. I was helped into a standing position and I felt the cloth being used to wipe me down from head to toe. Then it was tied around my head again and the rank smell of my sweat and piss assaulted my nostrils. I was led to a mattress and was restrained again. Someone grabbed my cock and lubed it up. “Pass me the catheter,” said a voice and I squirmed as a tube was inexorably forced down my piss slit. This was new for me - I had mucked around with sounds before, but this was a whole new sensation. At the same time, a pecked gag was put into my mouth. Someone fiddled around with the gag and suddenly my mouth was filled with piss. Fuck! They had attached my catheter to my pecker gag AND I had been given a diuretic! I was going to drinking a huge amount of piss! “Rest up, the night is only just beginning,” I heard and the crowd faded away.

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 you could say that Steve and I are dating - though we've not formalized anything at all. We meet a few months ago on BBRT. He came over and we spent the weekend getting high on tina and fucking. I hadn't partied in nearly 4 years and welcomed the chance to let my inner slut out and be a nasty little cum dump for the weekend. Drugs really let me come alive. Steve is 27, tall and skinny with a fat uncut dick and shaved pubes. Except for his broad shoulders, you might mistake him for a bottom twink, which he is not. He's well worked-out and has tight defined muscles. And he's quite aggressive. When he came over that first weekend he was wearing a scooped muscle shirt which came off immediately as he entered my apartment. Under the sweat shorts was a sexy jockstrap that contained his 9" dick. Waisting little time he brought out the pipe and we started blowing clouds and making out. He started getting all verbal. "What do you want," he asked? "I need to be used," I said almost desperately. "I need to be a cumdump." Steve happily obliged and proceeded to dominate and pound me throughout our cloudy night. I got two thick loads pumped deep in my hole, and plenty of spit on my face and in my throat. This boy knew how to take charge and he liked being a power top pig. Now here's the weird part. The following weekend Steve texted to see if I wanted to hang out. Of course I did! He invited me to dinner. I think it was a date! Can you believe that? Me either. Afterwards we went back to my place and fucked. We didn't party again, but that doesn't mean that the sex was watered down. Steve resumed his powerful role over me and pounded my hole raw with his massive uncut dick all the while calling me a nasty cumdump slut -- which got me off so hard. We continued hooking up. Not every weekend but enough. And we started talking about what sorta stuff we were into and wanted to do. I had never really opened up about my desires for slutty and raunchy sex with anyone while being sober. But Steve easily got it all out of me. I explained how I wanted to be in a gangbang with a bunch of guys. He told me how he always wanted a regular hook-up who he could pass back-and-forth with his friends. I even mentioned my fascination with taking piss up my hole. He really liked that idea! One night we were lying in bed, my ass dripping with his cum -- he always made me sleep with his load in me -- we were talking about sex and fantasies we wanted to do. And then he got kinda serious. "So you're, like, really open to some [banned word] situations then, hu?" he asked. "Well, yea," I admitted. "Especially when I'm high - I'm down for quite a lot." "Well that might happen again soon," he said. I was excited. "So I'm going to share something with you. Don't let it bother you." I was really intrigued. So far Steve has been totally confident and unabashed in bed. Nothing that I've said has thrown him, and he's allowed me to tap into my raunch pig side so easily. "My younger brother is coming into town for a visit and will be around for just under a week," he said. I was, like - OK. No biggie. I figured that meant Steve would be busy playing host and not around much - which was no big deal. "He's 24 and straight," he said. "He'll be out here looking for work." Steve sat up on his arm and looked directly at me. "I came out in high school," he said. "It wasn't a big deal for anyone in my family. But my brother and I had been sorta messing around a little, like boys do." "And when I went off to college Travis would come up and stay with me in the dorm sometimes. Anyway, he's been fucking me for years." I was turned on and really curious. I'm sure my face had lit up some hearing this. "He's totally straight," I asked? "Yea. He dates women. Always has. But he's always take advantage of the fact that I'm gay to get off by, basically using me the way I fuck you. He's really dominant and aggressive, the way I am with you." "I can't imagine you with your legs in the air bottoming," I admit. At this point I'm stroking Steves uncut cock which is rock hard and leaking pre-cum. "He's the only one who I've let top me. And he doesn't give me much choice. When he visits he sleeps in my bed and has his way with me. I know he loves me as a brother, but when we're together he calls me his faggot fuck hole and uses me like a cheap whore." At this point I roll Steve onto his back and sit my cum-filled ass down on his rock hard dick and start riding him hard. The sounds of his last load slosh in my guts as his raw dick slides in and out of me. "Fuck! Did that turn you on," he asked? "Hell yea it did!" Steve then flips us around, throws my legs over his broad shoulders and slides his dick in my sloppy hole but just leaves it there. Then, looking deep into my eyes, which are practically in the back of my head he says in a deep and seductive tone, "you like the idea of my straight brother using this faggot to get off, hu you nasty little slut?" And with that he spit in my mouth and began fucking me like the slutty faggot that I am!

Note: This entry relates to issues I’m still thinking about, and may be later revised if I do any more braining. —— As I read the topics and posts of this forum, I am often struck with a sense that there are two different communities here, existing side-by-side, intermingling as though they were one, yet profoundly different. I’m not talking about the poz/neg divide, or the Top/bottom divide, or the chaser/non-chaser divide, or the divide between CD/TG and M/M attraction. I’m referring to the divide between those who live this lifestyle and those who live it vicariously - those for whom this is fantasy. Fantasy has been defined as “the faculty or activity of imagining things, especially things that are impossible or improbable”. A related concept is Cloud Cuckoo-Land, which is a calque of the ancient Greek Νεφελοκοκκυγία, coined by Aristophanes to describe an imaginary place where unrealistic people metaphorically reside. A discerning reader of these boards comes in time to develop a sense that some accounts of sexual adventure have the ring of truth; others, the stamp of fiction. This is not to say that there is anything wrong with those writings that express an aspiration rather than an experience - each heart must have its voice. But there are points at which the two currents cross where the difference is illuminated in contrast. For instance, on the question of “whether a true cumdump should be on PrEP”, the discussion is peppered with opinions to the effect that ‘a cumdump should take ANY and ALL toxic loads’. This is not a statement of a reasoned view; it does not consider the realistic human elements of the question that occur naturally to a person who has lived the experience; they are expressions of an imagined situational model, constructed to titillate the imaginer. Within the confines of the imaginer’s mind, this presents no issue. But injected into the arena of public discourse in the guise of experience, it muddies the waters of debate. A similar phenomenon bedevils the entire world of online gay cruising. Two groups are in the same arena, at first glance all in pursuit of the same objective, but in fact incompatibly dissimilar. On the one hand are those men genuinely attempting to meet others for real, person-to-person contact; and on the other, those whose goal is to achieve titillation by purely virtual means. The result is that the second group gets its satisfaction at the expense of the first. In a hypothetical scenario in which this forum could be successfully segregated into discrete areas, one for those discussing their actual lived experiences, and the other for those expressing their unlived fantasies, what would be the result? Would each group flourish, enabled to grow through purity of purpose? Or would the groups falter, each needing something that the other provides? Can the fantasists fully indulge in their internal creations without a voyeur’s ingestion of accounts from a real world where truth excites more than fiction? Would those who have made the choices to live sexually adventurous lives have done so without original exposure to the products of fantasy? For my part, I find the problem particularly difficult in that the true narrative of my sexual life over the last 15 years is so outside the norm that it reads like fiction. Because of the hyperbolic statements and writings men make in expression of their sexual fantasies, I run the distinct risk of my real story being dismissed as fantasy. It is as though I have encountered an actual minotaur in an actual labyrinth and been actually fucked by him with his 11” bull-cock (true story; just substitute ‘marine’ for ‘minotaur’ and ‘Fort Knox’ for ‘labyrinth’) and nobody on earth will believe that it happened to me because, well, that’s outrageous, for God’s sake. I’m actually going to try to publish an explicit written account of my experiences, but I’ll have no choice but to change the names of people and places to protect the... well, to protect the complicit. And that will do nothing but give it more of the flavor of fantasy. It makes me want to climb onto the roof of the bathhouse and shout to all the world - “I HAVE BEEN FUCKED BY MORE MEN IN MORE WAYS IN MORE PLACES THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY BELIEVE AND I WANT TO DO EVERY BIT OF IT AGAIN TOMORROW AFTER A GANGBANG TONIGHT - I LOVE COCK AND CUM AND I GIVE SWEET, SWEET ASS, I’M A SLUTTY CUMDUMP SLUT AND I’M NOT ASHAMED OF IT ONE FUCKING BIT!” And I can hear the guys in the parking lot below going, “Pft. Listen to that. He’s probably never had his lips around a cock in his life. Bless.” So I guess those of us who are really, truly, bravely, boldly living the dream must take our satisfaction in the experiences themselves, separated from the world of sexual fantasy that swirls around us. Isn’t that ironic? This is ErosWired, reporting from Cloud Cuckoo-Land.

Last night while I was slutting my ass at my usual hotel and Top #3 with the big cock and the aggression to match was railing me, I happened to catch sight of myself in the nearby mirror. I saw my body positioned in a way that any observer could not mistake for anything other than deeply submissive receptive sexual intercourse. My legs were splayed broadly to the sides, my ass hiked up and cocked at an angle to point my hole upward, my back was arched backward in a crescent, my head flung back along the same curve, and my arms supporting me straight ahead with fists full of bedspread. And of course, a man was fucking me. But that instant of seeing myself “from the outside” made me acutely aware of how I must appear to other Men who see me when I take cock or wait for it ass-up. Even I could look at myself and see something somehow not quite male - something that had been devolved to another purpose so as to be useful to actual Men. This was emphasized when the Top later put his hand on the small of my back to force my torso flat onto the bed so that he could concentrate on drilling my hole. Even though I knew the person in the mirror was obviously me, the mirror made it easier to consider myself more as a sexual object than as a person, and read the Top’s use of me in that context. I’m still not sure how I feel about it all, except that the experience deepened my sense of submission, of worth only as a sexual outlet, and as a person easily controlled by the sensations in his own flesh. In the mirror, my body betrayed to anyone watching exactly what that fucking felt like for me - and even made me see it in a more intimate, revealing way. No wonder an audience tends to gather when my bathhouse room door is left open when I’m being fucked...

I was reading the extremesex.com site back in 98, it was all about Bug Chasing, barebacing and conversion fucks, and it made my dick so hard I thought it'd break! I'd been in a monogamous, boring and nearly sexless relationship for five years. I never used condoms but I was almost total top, and I'd probably had all of 15 guys between 1987 and 2001, when I moved to Ft Lauderdale, discovered tweaking and admitted to myself that I liked getting fucked too. I tested negative in 2003 when I bought health insurance, but almost immediately I found that when hookin up I'd go versatile more & more often. And as a bareback top, I felt that it was kinda hypocritical to ask a guy to use a condom when he fucks me while I'd just barebacked and bred him. Single finally, I had an online chat bud, a young Poz Latino BottomBoi who eventually persuaded me to meet him at the local sleazy bathhouse on a bareback party night. He turned out to be a fun lil bottom, riding my rock hard dick as I lay on my back in my room, with the door wide open. Of course we attracted a crowd at the door, and I spotted hot muscular 20-somethin Latino with a pretty, precum leaking 8" rock hard uncut dick. Next thing I knew my bottom bud had this other Latino raising my legs up and spittin on my hole, while still bouncing up and down on my dick. Then it happened: I felt that hot hard pre-cum lubed Latino cock at my hole... Then it was sliding quickly all the way up my ass! Having a hard bare dick up my hole made me even hotter, and I was soon breeding my BottomBoi's Poz hole with my Neg cumload. He continued to ride my ready-to-go-again dick while the dick in my ass was plowing me harder and faster. Then I felt it - that hot hard throbbing in my hole, followed by that awesome feeling as a huge load of cum was pumped deep up into my Neg ass. We then split up for a while, took showers and cruised a bit. Some time later I found by BottomBoi in the dark area, in the sling, with a 10" bare black dick using his hot hole. After the black dude shot his load in my friend and pulled out, I slid my dick up that wet, cum lubed hole and started plowing away, lookin forward to shooting my second load in my friend's ass. There were probably a dozen men crammed into the small dark room where we were fucking, so there were hands, mouths and dicks all over me. Soon I felt someone's hands on my hips from behind and a hard slick dick sliding between my ass cheeks, looking for the opening to my hole. I stopped moving and bent over my friend to give the man behind me the chance to line up his dick and slide it in me. God! this guy had a BIG dick, but it felt DAMN good, and he quickly started moving faster in my ass, getting ready for the inevitable orgasm. Yes! I could hear him breathing harder and faster, then he froze, pulled my hips back to his body and with his bare dick deep in my bowels I got bred with the second load of the night. By this time I was discovering what I'd been missing all these years, and I finally understood what had long eluded me: why all those BottomBois in Ft Lauderdale always begged for my load. I was suddenly feeling complete, with my hard bare dick up a cum-filled ass while another stud was using my hole for his own pleasure. After the dick fucking me dumped its load and pulled out, another bare dick was quickly finding its way home in my ass. Damn, feeling the other top's cumload start to drip outta my well-fucked hole had me majorly horned up, and I shot my second load up my friends Poz hole just as the dick up my own hole started shooting its load into me. I took a quick shower break, stopped by my room to hit my pipe, and knew what I had to do. I left my towel in my room and headed back to the dark area, to the sling room, naked except for my steel toe work boots. Another slut bottom was at home in the sling, but I didn't care. I headed for the distant darkest corner of the small room, sliding between several hot, hard, unseen naked bodies to get there. Hands followed my move, unseen fingers workin my big hard nips and sliding between my ass cheeks. I quickly had a big hard dick in each hand, and as I turned towards the wall, I pulled one of the dicks behind me, towards my cum-lubed ass. This dick was quickly plowed into my hole, without spit or any attempt at being gentle, yet I found my ass shoving back onto it, as I groaned in what had to be the sluttiest sound I'd ever made! I met each thrust of the bare dick in my ass, and found myself working my ass on the dick to get its cumload quicker. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes my hole was being filled with yet another load of cum, and the anonymous man behind me was already pulling out, but not to worry, I was surrounded by naked, hard-bodied men, all with big hard dicks! Another dick quickly found its place up my ass, and I found myself again unconsciously fucking back against the man behind me to make him cum as quickly as possible. I was leaning face first into the corner of the room, and quickly lost track of time and how many men used my ass for their pleasure. I vaguely counted ten or more, but I didn't really care. Again and again I was fucked, bareback, by unseen big-dicked men, and my ass was no longer so tight that the loads stayed in it. When each dick was pulled out of my hole, I could feel some cum running out of my hole and down my leg. Finally I'd had enough. I staggered out of the dark room and towards the shower room. I took a quick shower and headed back to my room, soaking wet still, as I hadn't thought to take my towel with me. I quickly packed up my things and checked out. While crossing the street to my truck I could feel the hot cum between my ass cheeks, and by the time I made it the five blocks to my apartment, the back of my jeans were wet with cum that had leaked out of me. I ran inside, threw some bareback porn on the computer and quickly stroked myself to two more orgasms, using the cum in my ass as lube for my dick. GOD DAMN, now I knew what I was missing!!! The next Saturday night I was back there, taking raw cocks and all the cumloads I could get up my slutty Neg ass.

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So long as it's consensual I'm 100% into it. Have yet to have a threesome with a bio dad and son, but I'm sure it'll happen one day. 😉

I love the feeling of my throat being full, the thought that I've got another guy's dick in my mouth, I like feeling him squirm under me. They're also putting themselves in a super vulnerable spot.

great writing, this is one of the best stories on here i have ever read. I like conrad, and even simon. But the attitude of Joshua is no one that I like, i have been there, lets hope that later in this story he really has a bump down to earth in the worst possible way

We were caught but I am not sure what they could see. Many years ago my BF was graduating from grad school. So for the occasion I rented a new Lincoln Town car. After the ceremony and dinner out we returned home. As it got late we both thought it would be cool to "do it" in the Town car. It was very late or very early depending on your outlook. We put on robes and slipped out to the drive way and got in the back seat. We started making out and quickly there were no robes and we were naked and getting down. I was knees down on the back seat as he was pounding his cock in my hole. Suddenly he says "oh shit, look up". I looked out the back window to see the garbage collectors standing at the end of our driveway watching us. I don't know what they could see through the back window but it was pretty obvious what we were doing. We didn't stop, it was way beyond a stopping point, but after my friend dismounted me the guys hopped on their truck and drove on. That's as close to getting caught as I have ever been.

Hey guys thanks for all the support did not think so many people would like my silly story so much, sorry for the delay work was a nightmare this week anyways here is part 4 hope you all enjoy working on part 5 now 🙂 Part 4 Nate led the way down the corridors of the lab complex the emergency lights doing little but make the place look more alien, strange shadows crept over the walls and odd reflections dancing over the windows of empty laboratories. his, Nick and Gray’s footsteps echoing off the tiled floor was the only sound they made for over 10 minuets. It was Nick who broke the silence, the young man's deep voice sounding so loud despite him speaking quietly, “yo Gray how much further man this place is fucking creepy and seems to go on forever” Gray looked at his tablet and nodded up the corridor “plans the boss gave us before we left say the main sever room is just up ahead and to the left” he looked at Nate who had stopped ahead of them his muscular silhouette blocking the way “problem sir?” Nate voice pensive came back “not sure” was looking down at a pile of ripped and discarded clothing, a lab coat security badge still attached seems to have just been taken off and dropped to the floor, an expensive looking tablet ley next to it the screen broken in a spiderweb of cracks. A man's Sweater and button-down shirt ley tangled in a rumpled pile together as if pulled off at the same time and just left where they fell. Then he spotted the shredded trousers and underwear further down the corridor as if ripped off the wearer. He also noticed the strange oily substance that covered some of the floor in a thick pool but some had been smeared over the glossy tile, he thought he could see finger marks and impressions of a body in the black stain almost like a macabre snow angel. He took a step forward and reached down for the lab coat to take the security badge as he lifted it from the ground a smell hit him like the musky male sweat of a gym weights room and locker room combined with the smell of cum, the smell of sneakers after a hot summer run it was like the smell of pure male he took a step back dropping the lab coat his head spun for a moment. Nate felt a supporting hand on his shoulder “are you okay sir?” Nate looked back into Nicks face his eyes focused on Nicks beautiful full lips and then deep brown eyes and for a moment wanted to lean forward and kiss the young black man, before he blinked and shook his head, Nick raised an eyebrow “Sir … Nate you looked spaced out there for a second” Nate looked at them both rubbing his temples “I'm fine but that black stuff smells chemical Gray scan if and log it not sure what the hells happened here but I'm not happy with the possibility's”. Gray and Nick moved forwards attention griped by the strange scene, both missing Nate Bulging Combat fatigues. Nate re-positioned the 9 inches of his steel hard erection his eyes wondering to Nicks Ass in the gloom hugged tight by the fatigues and he shuddered with a wave of pleasure. He shook his head trying push the unbidden thoughts of bending Nick over and pounding his firm young black ass while having him Gag on Gray's dick he knew the suffer boy had a good body and had seen his nice thick dick in the showers after they had all worked out together. Nate broke into a sweat the hot and humid air of the Lab complex not helping as he bit his lip at the thoughts racing around his head with an amazing effort, he silenced the fantasy's whispering in his ear but knew he could not stay in this corridor as if this happened again, he was not sure what would do. Gray moved up to the oily black substance the blond man taking out the metal wand again and waving it over the oily black residue the screen flashed green, hmm “it's not reading as an air born pathogen or toxin but I will take a sample for the file ...never know may be useful” scraped the almost dried liquid into a glass tube he stopped it and put in in one of the multitude of pouches on his vest. Nick picked up the badge and looked it over “DR Alexander Kimolova, virological research” Gary nodded to him “yeah that’s one of the head sciences on the list he can't have gotten far without his security pass” Nate walked past them and motioned for them to follow “whatever happened the good DR is not here so this can wait, we get the data from the servers first and then if Jackson and Alverez have not found the eggheads we join the search” Gray and Nick both gave each other a confused look both knowing the scientists were the main mission but stood and did as ordered Nick wanted to ask Nate if he was sure he was okay but having known the man since he was a kid he knew that was a bad idea so he stayed silent. The server room was as Gray has previously said less that 50 feet from their previous location the glass doors leading to a white tiled room empty bar a large metal door on the opposite wall and 4 cameras covering every inch of the room. Gray moved up to the door and plugged his tablet into a port He looked back at Nate for conformation and once the muscular man gave the nod his finger danced across the glass there was a green light and a cheerful ping, the door rumbled to the left and he sighed with relief “were in but we need to wedge the door this place has a built in fire suppression and cooling system and I don’t want to be in there without a way out if it goes off” Nick looked at the large room and the rows of servers “what happens if it goes off?” Gray looked into the room and ran a hand though his blond hair slicking it back with sweat “well the air is forced from the room by a cooling gas normally a halon stopping any fire or contagion and anyone unlucky enough to be in there without an oxygen supply” he stopped talking and Nick nodded his eyes sending the message I'm glad it's you and not me going in there. Nate nodded at grey and took a heavy-duty rod from his pack and wedged it into the gap “not sure how well that will hold Gray but it should buy you some time” the smaller man nodded and slipped inside the room he walked Into the gloom and set up his equipment on the main terminal and got to work while Nate and Nick waited outside. It was less than 15 mins before the biological containment alarm went off Nate and Nick looked up the lights once again going red and the voice echoing in all the corridors “containment breech full lockdown protocols are now in effect” Gray looked up from his work and swore his eyes darting to the door to the server room as it began to slowly close, a billowing white fog already being pumped into the room from the vents above him. he knew if he was caught in this room when that door closed, he would be dead, the fire suppression system also doubling as a sure-fire way to stop a hacker from stealing your company secrets. he looked at the download bar 83% “COME ON COME ON!” he frantically looked at the door now half closed the download bar inched up 89% there was no time, he grabbed the glowing tablet stowing it in the front of his vest he looked at the door again it was now straining against the bar and Nate was screaming at him to get out of there he desperately pulled the laptop free from the cables holding in place abandoning the other equipment, he was finding it hard to breath as he moved towards the door the bar squealing against the pressure. He stumbled his head spinning sending him slamming into a server stack he tried to grab it with his free hand to stabilise himself but it was no good he hit the floor hard the laptop sent skidding across the polished floor into the gloom of the server towers and the last of his breath was pushed from his lungs. He pushed himself up feeling dizzy desperately trying to breath seeing the laptop which may as well have been on the moon now there was no way he could get to it and get out, Nates screams sounded like they were coming from under water he stumbled towards the light and the flailing arm darkness creeping into corners of his vision and telescoping downwards. He felt something grab him and being squeezed through an ever-shrinking gap as the door continued to close the metal bar inevitably losing the fight against the sheer forces at play. the last thing Gray heard and felt before the darkness over took him was a high-pitched ting and buzz like a mosquito and a burning sensation in his right bicep.

TGIF really made sense to me yesterday.... Turned out to be Thank God Its Fuckday. Got pinged by one of my regular FB's. Early 60's, rock hard cock and knows how to fuck. He said he wanted to start the weekend off right..... was I around? We always have a good time, so I told him "Hell ya... I'm on vacation... come on over now". He was there 30 minutes later and we shared a toke. He was likely not even aware he was doing it, but each time it was my turn, he would idly run his fingers across the front of his slightly tented shorts. We finished our smoke and I thought I would surprise him, so I dropped to my knees right in front of him and took his shorts down at the same time. As his shorts hit the floor, I was already leaning in to swallow his cock to the base. I had been saving up some spit and I just rolled the spit out and coated his cock while I swallowed it. He just groaned and grasped the back of my head and held me for a few seconds while I opened my mouth and throat enough to be able to slide my tongue out and lick his balls. Another groan. We have sucked and fucked long enough we know what the other guy likes or what he can 'handle'. He looked me in the eye and made sure we locked eyes. I opened my mouth and waited and sure enough, he rammed his cock right down my throat until his balls were resting on my lips again. He paused. Then he started long deep regular strokes into me. I knew his rhythm well and timed my breathing so we got a nice slick and wet blow job happening. He was rock hard and I was already tasting precum. I had an itchy asshole and I wanted a rough fuck. I knew he could give it to me. We headed downstairs where I had previously hung my sling. There was already some hot BBRTS amateur porn playing on the tv. I grabbed my leather harness from the wall and slipped it on and he stood and stroked his dripping cock while he waited for me to get in and settled. He grabbed the foot straps and slid my feet in, then used the additional thick velcro straps to lock my legs against the chain. Hmmm. This was going to be a good fuck for sure. He didn't disappoint. He dropped to his knees and ate my ass for a few minutes. Pushing his spit into my hole. Fingering me a little. More spit. Then he walked around to my head as I opened my mouth for his cock. He slid in and I slathered his cock with as much spit as I could muster. I knew this, plus his earlier rimming was going to be my lube. He is a good 7 thick inches and he knew how to fuck hard. He pulled out and walked around to slap the head of his cock on my juicy gape while looking me in the eyes. "I'm gonna unload my cock inside your second hole buddy. So let's open everything up for that load...." and he slammed his cock inside in one hard thrust. He held it there while looking at me. I winked at him and he knew we were good for a rough one. So he just started going for it. He used a ton of tricks to slam his cock in, deep stroke it in and out slow, then stroke and slam hard much faster. I knew he was getting close because he grabbed the leather harness with both hands and planted his feet solidly on the floor with this cock planted deep. Then he literally used the harness and his weight and the chains to PULL me a deeper onto his cock. That is when he opens my second ring deep and wide. He stopped and flexed his cock. I could feel it, so I squeezed his head. And we both groaned. Within about 5 seconds he started gentle little thrusts and I could feel the warmth starting to spread. But he wasn't done... he started long dicking me right to the very edge of my ass. He told me he could see my ass lips wrapped around his cummy covered cock. And I squeezed and pumped his cock with my ass muscles and told him I wanted to make sure all the cum was in my hole. His eyes glazed for one second and he grabbed the chains and started to pick up speed with his pumping motions. He picked up more speed and started telling me to keep squeezing on all the out strokes. He wanted a loose juicy hole full of cum to churn. He really went at it for about a minute or two and he blew a second load. I'm not sure who was more surprised ... him or me. But I could feel my whole get wetter and warmer and his cock was just plowing through all that hot cum. He took a few more minutes to make sure he had pushed his load(s) everywhere possible, then eased his dick out. He walked around and fed his cum covered cock to me. He knows I love to lick him clean when he loads my ass. And I took my time licking his cock and balls clean. He reached back to my hole and wiped any excess cum that was dripping off with two fingers. He took a lick of the fingers and then offered me the chance to finish licking our combined juices from his fingers. He's a pig like that as well. Around 7:30, I'm sitting out on my deck chatting with a neighbour and I get a text message from a long term bi ass pig friend. He loves ass play. Giving and getting. He was the first fist I ever took. He just cannot get enough ass. In addition, he has a nice thick 8.5" uncut cock above a set of huge balls and a smooth taint down to his hairy hole. He texts that he has been watching Frotting videos for an hour and is very horny and he knows I am also uncut... do I wanna try it out?? I had never really tried it before, so I thought "why the heck not?". I sent the neighbour packin (she knew I had received a boot call. She's cool). LOL He showered and headed over and we were both naked within minutes of him coming in the front door. He fired up some frotting movies on the TV and we watched a few while we explored. Between his thick uncut foreskin and mine, we were soon linked together and stroking back and forth etc. It was a great first experience. We sucked one another's cocks to keep things moist and juicy, and of course we ended up leaking precum as well. It was an intense feeling. Like little mini orgasms every few seconds from the feeling on the sensitive cockhead. I decided I wanted his load in my mouth. He has a very cool 'super-talent'. He literally cums twice each time he blows a load. His first load is all pre-cum. I'm talking a TON of pre-cum here - in fact, more pre-cum than a lot of guys shoot cum. Within about 30 seconds, his real cum is ready to blast.... and he blasts. Big time cum shots. I pulled him by his cock over to a leather chair and pushed him back into the seat and crawled up between his legs. He made a comment about someone being thirsty for a load of cum? And of course I told him I was happy to take his load. Instead, he pulled me down beside him on the chair, then twisted around and started sucking my cock. I wasn't going to argue. I knew I would get his load eventually. So I sat back and watched him bring my cock to rock hard level 10. He knows how to suck my cock the way I love it and he wasted no time in swallowing it repeatedly. He pushed two fingers into my mouth and once I coated them with spit, he spread my legs a little. I knew what he wanted so I slide my ass to the edge of the chair and he started teasing my hole with his spit covered fingers. I still had my two loads from earlier sloshing around inside there and I wondered if he would figure it out. But I didn't last that long. He slid his big middle finger into my ass in one smooth stroke and went right for my prostate. He took one swipe across my nut and I started cumming in his mouth. I hadn't blown a load in his mouth in months. He greedily swallowed it and stood up quickly and told me to turn around on the chair and get my ass up in the air. As I was turning, I saw him look me in the eye and open his mouth. He hadn't swallowed ALL the cum. He had saved some and he looked at me directly while he spit it onto his hand. Then he used my own cum and rubbed it all around the outside of my hole as lube. He told me he was using my cum on my ass and he was going to fuck me now... and then he started pushing into my slick ring. He played with his very fat cock head right at the entrance to me ass. Pushing and pulling just an inch or two. He loves talking dirty so he was telling me how nice my lips were wrapped around his round cock.... and... he asked me to squeeze his cock while he was right at the entrance. I was literally buzzing from the nerve endings sending messages of pleasure to my brain. After a couple of minutes of teasing my ass ring, he started going deeper with each thrust. He finally bottomed out and I know from experience he still has another inch or two that he can slide into my second hole. And that is always where he likes to dump his load. Just like my afternoon FB! He was flexing his head and I was milking his cock and he suddenly stopped and said "You fucking pig... somebody has already loaded you up. I didn't use THAT much cum for lube". So while he started fucking me a little harder, I told him about taking two loads in the sling earlier that afternoon. That made him even hotter and he really started pounding my hole. I figured for sure I was going to get a big load, but he suddenly pulled out, and spun me around on the edge of the couch so I was sitting right on the edge facing his angry red cum covered cock. He pushed his slick dick into my mouth and pumped in and out a few times while I licked as much cum as possible. But he pushed me back a little and grasped his cock and within one second he starting shooting one his massive pre-cum loads all over my mouth and on my tongue. I'm talking about 5-6 big squirts. As I started to lick my lips and chin, he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around again and said "Quick, get back on your knees and get that ass up" while he slowly stroked his cock. I turned around and took and grabbed the poppers and took a hit just as I felt him SLAM his cock deep inside of me. He went right to the second hole and just started pounding me open. No gentle twists or grinds here... just hard pounding. Of course, my second ring had no choice and started swallowing that fat uncut cock head. He got in 3 or 4 more good solid pounds until I could tell he had lodged his cock head in behind the ring and we were coupled. And then he let his real cum load go. He didn't even move. I just felt him flexing his cock and the feel of his load spreading. He was panting and laid across my back and said.... "Bet you didn't see that ending coming did ya?? I wanted to seed both ends tonight and you just got a one week load". Now he has suggested that the three of us get together for some fun.... afternoon guy and evening guy and me. Hell.. why not?

I love seeing my brother with his hands on a tree bent over getting fuck taking a load. The Top pulls out and I come over to clean his dick off.

We clearly don't "all" love it, nor does everyone who does like it somewhat enjoy it to the same degree. You're free, as someone suggested, to look at men as nothing but transportational assistance and life support for a penis, or to look at yourself as nothing but a hole for penises to unload in. Just don't be surprised that not everyone shares your outlook. Hopefully you make that belief system clear in public profiles, etc. so that anyone who might want even a little more than that knows better.

^^^Haha, that's brilliant. i love this.^^^

This morning - I blew my neighbor. Quick Blo-N-Go! He stepped in my door, pulled his cock out and I sucked him off! He likes to blow on my face and then smear it around with his cock and then makes me lick it clean! Says I'm his favorite Faggot!

It's not the fantasy that is the issue. It's the fetisization and dehumanization that is point and problem. You can have fantasy of being taken by a strong man or raped by an individual, but what I'm talking about are those that fantasize about Big Black Dick or big Arab dick and go out in real life to collect BBC or force themselves on certain ethnicities even when these ethnic individual stated they are a bottom lol. People are more than just a dick or ass. This is fucking Pokemon human beings aren't meant to be collected.

Nothing's wrong with the statement. I look forward to the day when a Republican actually proposes something that would in fact accomplish that goal and not enrich our Grifter-in-Chief. Nothing's wrong with being a patriot, either. I look forward to the day when it's a term that can accurately be used to describe Republicans. Nothing's wrong with wanting America to succeed. Some of us just don't believe you show love for country by blowing a multi-trillion dollar hole in the budget to give ginormous tax breaks to the 0.01% top wealthiest people in the country so they can buy a seventh vacation home. Some of us don't believe you show love for country by deliberately expanding our poisoning of the environment. Some of us don't believe you show love for country by setting out to cripple the United States Postal Service deliberately, in order to ensure voting by mail this fall is screwed up beyond repair. Some of us don't believe you show love for country by steering millions of taxpayer dollars to the private companies owned by the president. In other words, we want the same things you claim to. We just know you'll never be able to produce them with Hair Furor in office.

Well, as everybody know, brazil isnt take this corona thing as serious as it should be... so here the bath house and sex clubs are open again since last month. I was about to go back to my whore life, but i still have to test and if im neg ill get on prep.... i just have to make the fucking test

Kenny#4 Javy moved around the bed and sat back in front of me. He fed me his sloppy cum covered cock and his friend Luis began to pound my fresh fucked ass. Kenny flipped down next to me as Moreno fucked his ass. He turned and whispered into my ear as I slurped at Javys cock and balls, " How do you like my friends? They love slutty faggots like us". Javier pulled Kennys mouth onto his dick and pushed my tongue lower into his ass. I was moaning and grunting at the pounding I was getting and I was SO turned on by the sounds, smells, taste and sights around me. I was hard as a rock. My cock bounced around as Luis pounded my hole. Javier said something in Spanish and Luis slowed down. Javy lifted my head and Kenny and I started making out as he poured coke on his belly. He then told us,"eat up amigos" so Kenny and I began snorting the pile. And then, Luis plunged balls deep into me....and my hole began to burn, the heat was intense, the feeling was amazing in my chest and my dick began to drip as he picked up the pace and Kenny and I licked the powder off Javys belly. I was numb, I was spinning, on fire, flying and SO HORNY. Moreno came with a bunch of grunts and then Kenny moved in front of me as Javier stood up. I plunged my tongue and lips into and on Kennys sloppy hole. His hole was sucking my tongue in and pushing cum out as I lapped and slurped. Kenny fed me his balls, his dick, his ass. Luis moaned loudly as he stopped pounding my ass, "Madre de dios" or something like that. He collapsed on my back as Kenny told me to squeeze my ass and milk his dick dry. I was trying to do just that whIle sucking Kennys balls when Kenny pointed his cock at me and shot his cum on my lips and face. I licked him clean and he fed me the cum from my face. We were all laying on the bed, naked and sticky when Javier walked in with a bunch of drinks and a big bong......

Part 4 Rick undid the straps, and guided me over to a soft-looking couch I had not previously noticed. He put down a dog training pad on the seat, and said, “Kneel on it.” I climbed on to the couch with a wobble, still not fully balancing after he inflicted such torture on my hole. Rick got the lube bottle from the sling, slicked himself up, but gave none to me. I looked at him quizzically. “No lube?” “Nope. Your blood will provide all the lube you need.” I dropped my head as I positioned my ass in the air. Whatever happened next, there was no going back. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I can’t continue because of the bleeding. Blood play isn’t my thing at all. As he climbed on the couch and positioned himself behind me, I let out a small whimper. “This is it,” I thought. “I brought this on myself. But it feels so right...!” This time, Rick’s cock caressed my hole. He let out a soft gasp as he entered me. The lube was nice and cool, but alternated between pain and pleasure. Rick took his time now, and fucked me in a way that suggested he wanted me to feel every second of this. But it didn’t last. The angle was no good, and he kept sliding back off the couch on his left foot. Rick pulled out and stood up to full height. “Flip over,” he ordered. I complied, happy to be back on my back and off my elbows. I raised my legs and pointed the toes at Jebus. Rick got on the couch again, and returned to fucking me. “This hole’s great,” he said. “Good hole… good hole… good hole… good POZ hole…” He was almost in a trance. The instinct to breed and destroy had fully taken over. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but I could certainly see his face. It was suddenly angelic - calm, peaceful, relaxed. “This is his natural environment,” thought I. “He’s doing it, and it feels amazing.” I was suddenly in heaven, and forgot to worry about my bleeding rectum. His cock was stopping the bloodflow, maybe? I like to imagine that it was. Rick continued to plow, and then his body felt really hot against mine. I saw his otherwise shapeless physique go tense, and he dropped a bead of sweat on me. His features finally came into full view as he suddenly pitched the head downwards to look me square in the face. “This is it,” he groaned. “Breathe your last as a neg man, Steve. You ready for it?” I gave a dramatic pause. “Yes. Do it,” I fearlessly answered. Rick’s motions increased, his physical power overwhelming me, his rhythms gaining speed. He was drilling me HARD, and pain was becoming the dominant feature of our fucking. His cock rammed in and out of my hole in a blink. He would fully withdraw, then slam back in. Withdrew again, and re-enter with force. My balls began to ache from all the tension and physical assault. And within a few seconds, his torso lurched up toward the ceiling head first as he let out a primal scream of uncharacteristic fury. The deed was done, and his potentially charged swimmers were moving to a new location in my red district. I suddenly envisioned a cartoony image of toxic sperm shooting down a bright red shaft and making a right turn at the gash created by the metallic condom, and it made me chuckle. As Rick’s thrusts slowed to stillness, he asked, “What’s so funny? Hardly a time to be laughing.” I inhaled deeply, and let out a loud sigh of relief. “It was nothing,” I lied. “I just… can’t believe I did that.” He tried to stand up, and nearly fell. “What do you mean ‘what YOU just did’? I think I deserve an honourable mention,” he said jokingly. “Right, sorry,” I quickly answered. “What WE just did. That was incredible.” I decided that the cruel condom didn’t matter, and didn’t even acknowledge it. I wanted to bask in the moment, and consider this crossed off my Fuckit List. So I put my legs down to rest, and just lay there in all our natural juices. Rick let me remain, and went back to the ashtray. He found our cigars had put themselves out, but were not fully smoked, so he relit them. Brought mine back to me for a post-coital smoke. He motioned for me to sit up so he could join me on the couch. I did so. Neither of us spoke, and he just held me in his arms. The post-pozzing bliss was welcoming, and I noticed for the first time how silent the room was. All I could really hear was his breathing, mine, and the occasional sizzle of burning tobacco. As I came down from the high, Rick finally broke the silence. “Steve.” I turned my head toward him as much as my neck would allow. “Yeah?” He hesitated before continuing. “Welcome to the club.” I fully turned myself on the couch to look fully at him. “Club?” I enquired. “Yep,” he said, voice as colourless as glass. “This is what you wanted. And now you’re going to be poz. For real.” I wanted to be horrified, angry, frightened. He deviated from the script completely, and the thought crossed my mind to stick my lighted cigar right in his eye socket. But I felt that wouldn’t do justice to what I was feeling. But exactly WHAT was I feeling? Pride? Horny? Accomplished? Violated? Yes, all four. But three of the four were positive feelings, so I did not respond in hostility. I went for a neutral reaction. “That wasn’t what I asked you to do,” I said in an even tone. “Sure, the sex was great, though the condom surprised me, but this was supposed to be a fake conversion. To see if I could go through with the real thing.” Rick’s facial expression didn’t change. He looked at me stoically and said, “You just did. And how did that make you feel?” I considered it. “Empowered. Bold. Turned on as hell!” He sucked hard on his stogie, and inhaled deeply, saying nothing. Instead of exhaling the smoke, he grabbed my face and shotgunned it into me with a kiss. “Then you were ready.” His breath was hot and dry, and my own cock reawakened at this. I realized I hadn't got off myself, no last neg load, but... maybe I didn't need it? His tone went lower, and he continued, “But if you decide that you’re NOT, you can go to the clinic in the next couple days, and reverse it.” He leaned back on the couch, and propped his left leg upon his right knee. “But I don’t think you will.” Another draw on the cigar. He was serious. He actually came off his meds to poz me. In total conflict with his message for his leather title, he went against his public standards and spread the bug just because his friend asked him to. So I brought it up. “What about your platform? That speech you recited at Mr World Leather about protecting others from the bug?” He practically dismissed the question, saying, “Well, nobody’s perfect.” His hypocrisy actually didn’t bother me. I had what I wanted, and he obliged. He committed fully to the part, and while it wasn’t precisely what I envisioned, the overall result was better and more fun. Better him than some random bathhouse fuck, and that massive dick made it worth it. Another guy might not have been so kind to me, or put in as much variety. And now I knew I could handle it. “You did really well. And I’ll be here if you need help through the conversion,” he said. “But for now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He stubbed out the cigar; I did likewise. We rose from the couch, and he guided me upstairs carefully, completely forgetting our clothes. Rick and I climbed the stairs and went into his bathroom. The place was spotlessly white. I wish I could say the same for my ruined butthole. “Stand in the tub and face the back wall,” he said kindly. I did as requested, and placed my hands on the wall for support. “You’re not going to start rimming me, are you?” Didn’t want this dude felching out the load or drinking my blood. That would be too much. “Naw, we’re just gonna have a look at your gape,” he said, getting down to his knees to see. He probed gently with a finger, and silently inspected. “Yep, it’s in there, all right,” he finally announced. “And it looks like the bleeding stopped.” I turned round to face him. “The tear is actually very small.” He put both his hands on my shoulders, and faced me head on. I dropped my head and gaze in submission. “Look at me, Steve.” I raised my head and suddenly felt shame. “Are you okay?” I blinked once, maybe twice. “Yeah, I will be.” He looked satisfied. “Okay. But remember -- you asked for it!!”

Since you freaks can't wait, I'll put in the 2nd part now. ------------------- Part 2 Rick led me down the narrow steps into the basement of the brownstone, still grasping my dick. I could smell a little mildew and the remains of a recently-burned cigar. The beige-carpeted floor seemed unusually stiff under my feet. To my great surprise, we encountered no cobwebs that basements are known for growing. Rick opened a door on his right, which led to an enclosed room with the furnace and water heater, and another door beyond them. Rick unlocked this door, finally releasing my throbbing cock (which was begging for release at the anticipated event). He went into the lightless room, flipped a switch on the wall, and it was suddenly illuminated in dark red. I could make out a sling, shelving on one wall with a variety of bottles that I assumed were either lube or alcohol, a large number of small identical cases that were probably porn DVDs, and an odd-looking chair in an opposite corner. The details of the room were not immediately clear to me, and the deep red of the lights confused my view. Rick closed the door, and ordered me to strip naked. As I did so, he stood silently against the wall and watched me. I gathered up my clothes, which he took and placed somewhere on the other side of the dungeon. “Hop in the sling,” Rick ordered. “I’ll be just a minute.” I did as he instructed, and climbed into the sling. The springs squeaked under my weight, and I began to put my feet through the holders. As I was doing this, Rick was doing something that I couldn’t clearly see, and I heard movement, but my activity with the feet kept me from focusing on whatever he was doing. I heard a drawer open, a little rustling, two sharp snaps, and the drawer closing. I had my feet elevated fairly quickly and awaited his return. I heard a metallic “click”, then the hiss of a torch. The sudden illumination allowed me to see that he was lighting not one but TWO thick cigars. He got the cherry burning in each, and the room was suddenly fragrant with the odor of sweet tobacco. Rick walked over to me and stuck one of the cigars in my mouth. “We’re going to blacken your lungs, faggot,” he said with a shift in his voice. I started to protest, “I don’t smoke, buddy,” but he stuck it in my mouth mid-sentence. “Trust me, you do now. You wanna be a poz pig like me? This is part of that. Optional, but much better if you give in to it. Let me know if it’s too strong for you.” I took a draw on the stick. The acrid taste of burning tobacco filled my mouth, and although I expected it to be akin to a mouthful of fire, it was not. Not one bit. Smooth and cool, and actually quite flavourful. It was clear I had no say in this matter, so I at least gave it a chance. I stuck the big thing in my jaw, and just got used to the feeling. I think I like a cock there better, but whatever. Rick walked to the shelf with the bottles and kept his back to me. I had correctly guessed they were lube bottles. He took one down, popped it open, and turned it upside down to pour into his hand. He might have been checking the thickness of the lube because he closed it loudly, put the bottle back on the shelf, wiped his hands, and got a different one. Rick opened the new bottle, poured some into his other hand, and closed the lid. “This’ll do.” He returned to the sling and placed the bottle in the holder. I tried to regulate my breathing, but between anxiety and the unexpected cigar, it resulted in a lot of loud exhalations. Rick noticed the gar burning in my jaw, and with annoyance, he said, “Hey, those are expensive. Smoke it right or die.” I took the burning rod in my hand and let instinct guide me on smoking it, though I had no idea what I was doing. Rick placed his own cigar in a nearby ashtray, and began to undress. His body was almost totally white as if he had never spent an hour in the sun in his life. The frame was just as I remembered - slender with no muscular development, and a bit of a paunch at the bottom of his abdomen. His dick was a sight to behold - a good eight or nine inches with no foreskin, average thickness, and curved slightly upward. I didn’t get a good look at his ballsack, but I remember they were not particularly droopy. A brown mole sat on the right side of his pelvis. And then I saw something new -- a small but unmistakable biohazard tattoo on the opposite side. Why had I not noticed it before? “Oh, right”, I thought to myself. “He was wearing a jockstrap that night in the bathhouse. The waistband probably covered it so it would be a surprise for anyone lucky enough to remove it.” Rick took the lube bottle in his hand and slicked himself up. Then he brought the bottle right to my butthole and squeezed it hard to get the lube inside me. He began to push hard on the bottle as well, and I felt the breach of plastic in my sphincter. “Ouch,” I said. “Take it easy.” “I thought I told you to smoke, fucker.” This guy had flipped a switch since we were upstairs. I was no longer with a trusted friend, but a guy bent on doing some damage to me for the fun of it. I found myself holding my breath a bit while this passed through my mind. Then Rick replaced the bottle in the holder, crossed the room again, and after wiping his hands, took up his cigar again. He pulled hard on it, and turned back to me. His nose jet resembled a dragon, ready to spit flame and fire at me. It was fucking hot. I was now more acclimated to the cigar, and the room began to get a little foggy. Rick returned to me, and bent over my waiting form in the sling. He got right in my face, and said, “This is your last warning. Are. You. Sure. Because when this train begins, there is no stopping it until you are bred.” Again with the doubt! I trusted him, and while I was enjoying the dominance he was displaying, his demeanour was not something I had mentally prepared for. My mind screamed, “Do not do this!” But I brushed it away, and all hope of reversing this scene was lost when I answered him, “I have to know. I want to be a poz pig.” He weighed my answer with no change of emotion or expression, and without warning, he rammed his cock into me. I winced in surprise, almost burning my chest with the lighted cigar. “Then welcome to hell,” he growled in a low voice. “You’re going to die today. But don’t forget - you asked for it!!”

One of my all-time favorites.

I'd love to get you in my Bed 😘 On and off meds lol. Always Viral!

“Nah, I’m not right now. Just playing the field” I said, leaving it ambiguous. Changing the subject, I said “Let’s take a look and see if we can do something about this beast.” He was my go-fer, finding tools and helping out. We changed oil and oil filter, cleaned the air filter that looked like it had been soaked in oil and kicked around a dirt field all day, and replaced the plugs. I could tell that the carb was going to need some TLC when we took the air filter off, but crossed my fingers and started it up. It was definitely better than when he brought it in, but still not like it should be. A little probing more and I found some other issues that were gonna require more parts to get it running right. I looked over a few other things and found some stuff that worried me. “Louis, does this thing handle like a pig?” I asked. “I don’t know, why?” he asked concerned. “The wheel bearings are shot, look at how the front wheel wobbles. And this belt is all cracked. You shouldn’t be riding this thing until we get those fixed. It’s gonna kill you like this. Let’s make a list of parts we need and then I’ll pick them up” I told him seriously. “Fuck. I guess I’m taking the bus back home. It’s after nine on a Saturday night, that should be interesting” he said. “I can give you a ride home, don’t worry.” I replied. “Really? You did a lot for me already. Dinner is on me then” Louis said back in a happy and eager tone. I laughed. “I can’t go anywhere like this. They’d even throw me out of Mickey D’s” I said. “No problem, I’ll make burgers or something at my place. You can even shower there” he replied. “How can I refuse?” I said back with a grin. My cock was grinning too and starting to strain my jockstrap under my shorts. “Can you close the door? I need to change clothes and don’t want to give the neighborhood a show” I asked. Louis closed the door and as it hit the ground I unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall. I stepped out of them and then folded and laid them on the bench. I was standing there in nothing but my bulging jockstrap and leather boots and I could sense Louis looking at me. I had never been shy being naked around other guys. While I might not be a model, I thought I looked pretty good. “Damn” I heard him say as I bent over and untied the boots before taking them off and then sliding my jeans back on, stuffing my plump cock inside. “What?” I asked. “Uh… more ink” he said, stumbling for words. I knew what might have thrown him but decided to be coy. “You like the serpent wrapped around my leg?” I asked. “Uh, yeah. But the other one…” his voice trailed off. He had obviously seen the tattoo of interlocked male symbols on my ass. “Oh yeah. My first tattoo. When I just turned 18 and was out and proud” I replied. “You’re gay? You don’t seem like a guy that would be uh…” he said, shocked. “Queer? Not every gay guy matches the stereotype. I could take you places and show you the real breadth of gay guys in the city and you’d be surprised. I hope it doesn’t change how you think of me” I said. “Oh no, I didn’t mean it that way. I was just really surprised” he said apologetically.

PART 6 – DEEP-DICKING THE BITCH Dalton didn’t return to work. He marched right past the lawnmower and went back inside his house. Meanwhile, Brian and I texted Jesse—Dalton’s friend from high school—and told him to get his sweet ass over to our place, making sure he parked a few blocks away and entered discreetly through our back gate. About 20 minutes later, we heard a car pull up in Dalton’s driveway. It was the girl he was dating—I frankly couldn’t remember her name, nor did I fucking care. For the purposes of this story, I’m just going to refer to her as the Dickless Wonder, or maybe just Dickless. She wasn’t trying to be a cockblocker, but she was blocking my cock all the same. She needed to go. After she entered Dalton’s house, the two of them made their way to the pool out back. Brian and I were already sitting in our usual spot for spying on the neighbors’ backyard, and we heard a lot of giggling and whispering, with the girlfriend asking all sorts of questions about just how private this little pool was, and Dalton assuring her that it’s really fucking private, OK? Jeez, let’s just fuck already. But I guess she wasn’t listening, because she just kept asking the same goddamn questions. And finally—thankfully—he ended the conversation by shoving her down to her knees and pulling his cock out of his shorts. By this point, Brian already had me pinned against the fence, his fat raw cock shoved deep in my guts. But here’s the thing: while we knew Dalton had a nice piece of meat between his legs, we really weren’t prepared for the sheer impressiveness of that boy’s dick. So when his monster flopped out of his shorts, I actually gasped. Brian gasped, too. And then Brian shuddered, signaling the deposit of a thick load of sperm deep in my guts. I leaned back and kissed my man deeply. Then he pointed toward our neighbors’ backyard, and I turned to see what I’d missed: Dalton had already stripped the Dickless Wonder naked, positioning her for a doggy-style fuck on one of the poolside lounge chairs. “Spread your cunt,” he said in a low, cold voice. She dutifully reached back to open up her pussy with her fingers, but Dalton didn’t seem to pay much attention to her efforts. Instead, he was busy rubbing his cockhead against her asshole. Sensing where he was going, she gave out a sharp little whine. “Honey, no,” she said, trying to get back on her feet so she could negotiate. “You know I don’t like that.” Dalton didn’t reply. He just pushed her tailbone down, forcing an arch in her back, and brutally shoved his giant dick deep in his girlfriend’s ass. She yelped and told him to stop, trying to squirm away from being buttfucked against her will, but it was no use. He just closed his eyes, pressing down on that bitch’s back and crushing her perky little tits against the lounge upholstery, his hand clamped tight over her mouth to stifle her screams and sobs. After a few minutes of thrusting, he repositioned himself by bringing his feet up onto the lounge, squatting directly over her wrecked asshole and letting his full weight deliver a merciless deep-dicking while the poor bitch’s entire body heaved and convulsed in obvious pain. “Please cum or please stop,” she managed to squeak out between thrusts. “I can’t take this. Baby, please stop.” “You know how to make me cum,” he replied. She was silent. “C’mon bitch,” he said, his voice reduced to a cruel, guttural growl. “If you want this to stop, you know what to do.” She seemed frozen. Then he slapped her hard across the ass, sending her into action. Contorting her body to get maximum reach with one of her arms, Dalton’s girlfriend stretched her hand as far back as she could make it go, past her stretched-out hole, placing two of her fingers against Dalton’s twitching ass—her nails brushing up against that beautiful boyhole covered in a light dusting of late-adolescent fur, every one of his hairs illuminated by the late-afternoon sun. Then she hesitated. “Do it all,” he said, “Do it all, and do it now. If you don’t do it now, I’ll never fucking cream your tight little butt. Which means I’ll just keep going at it. Which means you’ll never get a break from my cock destroying your ass.” Hearing that, she stretched her arm further, slipping two knuckles of each finger into Dalton’s butt. He moaned. “Deeper,” he grunted. She managed to get another knuckle in. “Oh fuck,” he muttered under his increasingly shallow breath, his entire body now making the switch into primal breeding mode. His pounding grew more intense. That went on for at least 5 minutes, until he finally reached back and shoved two of his own fingers up his butt. Only then, with four fingers stretching his own ass, did he finally launch into a full-body thrashing assault on his bitch’s hole, unleashing a torrent of seed in her guts. Brian and I watched this entire display silently, unbelievingly. Afterward, I turned to my man and grinned stupidly, shaking my head. He did the same. “Un-fucking-believable,” he said. All I could do was laugh in response. We turned our attention back to Dalton, who was now giving his girlfriend the silent treatment. Clearly he’d gotten what he needed, and he just wanted her to get the fuck out. We heard snatches of an argument from inside the house, followed by the Dickless Wonder walking angrily to her car, stifling tears, then driving off as her tires screeched against the asphalt. * * * Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see Jesse in nothing but a jockstrap, his face covered in a giant grin. “I didn’t get to see the whole thing,” he said, “But I think I heard half of it from a block away. So tell me: there’s been a rumor around school that he likes fingers in his butt. Is that true?” “Oh, it’s true alright,” Brian replied. “You wouldn’t believe how true. But listen, pig: see that water bong over there? Instead of worrying about your buddy Dalton, you need to be sucking on that glass pipe like the greedy little methwhore you are. Then I want you to blow some nice thick clouds of white smoke on my dick, OK bro?” Jesse grinned and ran over to grab the pipe. Meanwhile, I kept my eye out for Dalton, hoping that he would return to the pool. Sure enough, about 5 minutes later—while Jesse was silently gorging on my husband’s dripping cock between hits on the bong—Dalton reappeared in his backyard, this time wearing his Speedo. Just as I’d hoped: it was time for his evening swim. He dove into the water and began noisily splashing his way across the length of the pool. That was Jesse’s cue to stop worrying about staying quiet—he was now squatting over Brian’s cock, impaling himself on raw dick. I gave Jesse the thumbs-up signal, which meant he could start letting his ass slap noisily against Brian’s body, and he could start letting loose with the occasional moan. For those first few minutes, Dalton didn’t appear to hear any of the action unfolding in our backyard. But then Brian’s cock suddenly shoved past Jesse’s second sphincter, eliciting a sharp yelp followed by a gruff “Fuck yeah” from our partied-up jockboy. That’s when the splashing stopped. Dalton went quiet. I looked through our little peephole to see him treading water for a few moments, craning his neck in our direction to confirm that he heard what he thought he’d heard. As the water grew calm around him, he almost seemed to suspend his breathing. Somehow even the crickets seemed to go silent. And just like that, the only noise penetrating the evening air was the steady slap-slap-slap of Jesse riding Brian’s dick. Dalton silently propelled himself to the edge of the pool, doing his best to lift himself onto the asphalt without making any noise. Standing up now, he craned his neck toward us again. There was no way he couldn’t hear it now: Slap-slap-slap. Grunt. Slap-slap-slap. Fuck yeah. Without hesitation, Dalton walked right up to my peephole. He placed his eye against it—clearly he’d spied on us before. Except this time, instead of seeing our backyard, all he saw was my eye looking back. “Hey, Dalton,” I said. He didn’t respond at first. He just stared. Then after a few moments’ pause, he simply answered: “Hey.” “We’re hanging out with a buddy here,” I said. “If you wanna join, you’re more than welcome.” Again, no answer. Then his eye disappeared, and for a moment I thought I’d lost him. But I didn’t see him, either—it was like he’d just stepped aside to gather his thoughts. Then after a long silence, he answered in a near-whisper: “OK,” he said. Another pause. At last, his eye reentered my line of sight. “OK,” he repeated. “I’ll be right over.” I turned back to Brian and Jesse, who’d paused their fucking to listen to the exchange. Jesse had the most triumphant smile I think I’ve ever seen on anybody, plus he had a giant mess of cum all over his stomach and chest. His cock was still oozing seed as Brian’s dick twitched steadily, rhythmically, deep in that sweet boyhole. “OK, you twisted motherfuckers,” I said with an evil grin, “Our wait is over. It’s time to fuckin’ own this boy.”

PART 2 As we walked through my front door, Conrad reached into his backpack and took out a box of rubbers. “Can’t forget condoms,” he said with an awkward laugh. I took them from his hand, managed a vague sort of nod, and threw them on the dining room table. My boys usually insist on condoms—at first. But after a little bit of chemical intervention, they always transform into eager raw cumholes. Only once did I end up with an especially stubborn kid who kept trying to wrap my dick, so I resorted to a backup plan—a stash of broken rubbers with little holes poked in the reservoirs. Didn’t matter in the end. By the time the condom tore apart while I was pounding his negboy hole, he was so high he tore the shreds of rubber away from my cock and ran his finger along the raw shaft as it plunged in and out of his chemmed-up cunt, his eyes glazing over with the deep-buried desire to be a bareback whore. I always get what I want. I told Conrad to take a seat on the couch and help himself to the pot. Meanwhile, I walked to the kitchen. I took a few sodas out of the fridge and poured them into glasses I’d already dosed with a cap of G. I love G because it transforms uptight boys into ragdoll sluts in a matter of 20 minutes. The taste can be tough to hide, but I recently found a dealer who consistently delivers high-potency GHB that doesn’t taste awful. In fact, after diluting the stuff in 12 ounces of Pepsi, it only leaves a subtle aftertaste—perfect for serving to unsuspecting negboys. As I finished my little cocktail, I heard Conrad’s voice from the couch: “Hey, what’s this?” That made me grin, because I knew exactly what he was talking about. On a tray in the middle of the coffee table, I’d left a bong full of pot. And right next to it, I’d left a little glass pipe full of Tina. Every single time, my negboy visitors are deeply fascinated by the glass pipe, so all I need to do is pretend like it’s nothing too special. “What’s what?” I asked. “I’m just wondering what’s in this little glass pipe thing full of white stuff.” “Oh, that,” I replied, walking into the living room with the G-laced Pepsi. “Not sure you’re ready for that. It’s called T. It can be really, really fun. It makes me horny as fuck, and I bet you’d have a blast on it. But maybe we should just take it easy—just stick with the pot, you know? Here’s some soda, by the way. Drink up, little bro.” He took a few gulps of Pepsi while holding the glass pipe, looking at it intently. My dick stiffened. “Actually, I’m curious,” he said. “Would it be cool if I just tried it?” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, bud—be my guest. But let me show you how to work it, OK?” I sat down next to him, my hands visibly shaking with excitement. “Alright, now hold that pipe up to your mouth. Yeah, just like that. I’m gonna light this little torch and heat up the stuff in the bowl. Just wait a moment. See that? See the little wisps of smoke forming? Now when I say go, just start inhaling very lightly and steadily. Lightly and steadily. Got it? OK, bud—go ahead. Start inhaling. There you go. Good boy. Just take that swirling smoke into your lungs and hold it until I tell you otherwise. Got it?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “OK, little bro,” I said to him, taking the pipe away from his mouth. “Hold it, just for a sec. Then exhale it through your nose. There you go. Fuck yeah—good boy! Now again.” That first hit was a nice fat one—the cloud emerging from his mouth and nostrils was thick and white, and my cock dripped at the smell of the Tina emanating from his lungs. From that point on, with each cloud of meth that escaped his lips and his nostrils, he was losing a little bit of his innocence. For the second hit, I gave him the torch to operate, and I talked him through it. The result was another giant hit of solid white clouds pouring out of his mouth and nose. “OK, boy—do one more. You’re on your own. I think you got it.” He immediately hit the pipe again, and I turned away to hide my giant, triumphant grin as Conrad smoked away all his defenses. “I’m just gonna put a little entertainment on the TV here, OK? Oh, and don’t forget your soda.” When I turned on the TV, it automatically started playing one of my favorite movies. It’s an amateur video shot by a filthy pig I know from the Midwest—a wrestling coach who likes to chem and poz some of the hot little jockboys on his team. He’d sent me a few videos, but this was my favorite: a sexy, ripped, piggy 18-year-old named Lance was all slammed up and taking loads from a roomful of coaches and former teammates. Behind me, I heard the click of the torch again. Fuck yeah, I thought, this boy is already fuckin’ hooked. As I turned back to face him, I took off my wife-beater. Conrad froze in place, the pipe halfway to his lips, smoke billowing out of his mouth. He just stared at my hairy chest, his eyes dilated pitch-black. “You feelin’ good, little bro?” He gave me a dazed nod, his mouth agape. “Why don’t you take off your shirt, huh? Show off your sweet little body. Do that for your big bro?” He peeled his tank top upward, revealing his flat stomach with its ridges of ab muscles, then his compact little muscular chest. He was just starting to develop a treasure trail down the center of his stomach, leading past the waistband of his shorts to the bulge of his cock that strained against his zipper. His soda was gone; the G would be hitting him soon. I walked over to the couch and took the pipe from his hands. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, you’re just about the sexiest boy I’ve ever seen." I ran my hand down his torso, and he sighed a deep, hungry sigh. "Listen, buddy: I have a few more things to show you. You wanna learn from your big bro?” He half-grunted, half-moaned in response. “OK: I’m gonna do a hit. Then I’m gonna blow it into your mouth, and you’re gonna blow it back in mine, then back and forth we go until we can’t go anymore. It’s called a shotgun, and it’s one of my favorite things to do with a sexy little bro like you.” I put the pipe to my lips and took a deep, thick hit of white smoke. Then I put the pipe down, turned to Conrad, sealed my open mouth against his, and exhaled my cloud into his lungs. A moment later, he breathed the Tina smoke back into me. We repeated that three or four times until the mouth-lock became a deep kiss, and we kept making out while the shotgun escaped our mouths and dissolved around us. As I kissed him, I loosened his shorts, pulling them down the length of his lightly hairy legs. His underwear followed. Then I slipped off my gym shorts; my cock bounced free with a gentle “thwack” against my stomach. I maneuvered Conrad so that he was stretched out before me on the couch, and I laid down on top of him, my cock rubbing against his. We continued to kiss. I grabbed the pipe, took another hit, and shared another series of breaths with my boy. Then he spoke, hesitantly. “Hey, big bro? Just in case you’re wondering, I’m all cleaned out and ready to go. My ass, I mean. The last dude who fucked me showed me how to do all that stuff. So…anyway. In case you’re wondering.” I smiled at him and mussed his hair. “What are you trying to tell me, little bro? You want my cock sliding in that sweet little butt?” He blushed and shrugged. I leaned into his ear and whispered: “Don’t you worry, buddy. It won’t be long before I bury my fat cock deep in your hole.” He shivered beneath me, then kissed me again. The G was kicking in. He was almost entirely in my hands. A few more minutes of teasing and prodding, and he’d do anything to get impaled on my raw cock. “Get on the floor, little bro,” I said. “Face the other direction, on all fours. Ass in the air. Back arched. No—back arched, like a fuckin’ fag. Much better. Good boy. Now reach back and spread that hole for your big bro.” His hands grabbed each side of his perfectly round butt, spreading it to reveal a smooth, pink, tight hole that pulsed with every breath he took. I knelt down, placed my hands over his, and wrapped my mouth around that aching little boycunt, pushing my tongue into his body, every one of his nerves quivering as I dove greedily into his wide-open throbbing cock-hungry 18-year-old partied-up fuckhole. He gasped as I kissed that sweet little fag-pussy with the same intensity that I kissed his mouth a few minutes earlier. I spit a few huge gobs of saliva on his cunt and worked them in with my tongue. His hole loosened up, welcomed my mouth and my spit, became noticeably warmer. He really was a fuckin’ hottie: such a tight little body, great definition from his calves to his chest, with the roundest, most perfect little boybutt I’ve ever seen. And the cock! He had the kind of thick, veiny dick that would make any top’s hole twitch. Enough butt-eating, I thought. It's time to fuck. “OK, little bro—one more thing to show you," I said, standing up so that my dick hovered over him. "I want you to take a fat hit off that pipe, then blow it onto your big bro’s cock. Can you do that for me?” He nodded, grabbed the pipe, and got the smoke swirling like a regular chemwhore. “Good boy. You like that smoke, huh?” He nodded as he continued to inhale. “Just feed on that smoke, pig. Feed on that smoke. Your big bro wants to see you get fuckin' tweaked." He put down the pipe, knelt directly in front of me, wrapped his mouth around my cock, and exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke that enveloped my dick. The smoke traveled up my stomach and chest as he began hungrily slurping on my poz shaft. He wasn’t a bad little cocksucker, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled his head away from my dick and guided him onto his back. “Pull your legs back, little bro.” He did, revealing that sweet little hungry cunt, still dripping with my spit. I began rubbing the length of my cock across his hole, watching his eyes flutter and his mouth drop open as he pulled his legs back a little further and looked at me with a kind of desperate pleading. “You ready for some dick?” He could only manage a whimper in response. “I can’t wait to give it to you, bro. But one thing you gotta know first. If it turns out to be a problem, then we can do something else. We don’t need to fuck, you know.” He nodded again, half-listening, every bit of his energy focused on the cock rubbing against his chemmed-up faggot fuckhole. “So here’s the deal, little bro. I only fuck raw. Natural. Bareback. And if a boy won’t let me fuck him the way I want to fuck him, then he’s not getting fucked. Got it?” Conrad glanced over at the TV, where the bottomboy was spreading his little jockbutt for yet another raw cock. Then he looked back at me. He reached down to spread his boyhole, just like the guy in the video. “Give me your dick, skin-on-skin,” he said, his eyes a solid-black void. “Bareback my fuckin’ hole. Please, bro.” “Fuck yeah, boy. You been fantasizing about raw dick, huh? Watching bareback porn?” “It’s the only kind of porn I watch. It’s the only kind of fucking I really want to do. Please give me your dick, bro. Your raw dick. I need your fucking raw dick. Please.” “You gonna make me pull out?” “No, dude. Please cum in me. Breed me.” “And when we go to the bathhouse after this—you want other dudes to breed you, too? Breed your chemmed-up cunt?” He paused for a moment, looking me straight in the eye, giving himself some time to overcome the shame of his boyhood secrets. “Yes,” he finally said. “I want my hole dripping with cum.” I nudged the head of my raw dick up against his hungry little butt, and his whole body shook. His breath went shallow. Then my cockhead slipped through that first outer barrier, enveloped by the warmth and tightness and innocence of his negboy hole, and I leaned down to kiss him, a sloppy kiss. “I’m dripping precum in my little bro’s hole,” I whispered in his ear. “I’m lubing you up with my seed, faggot.” By this point, Conrad was alternating between “fuck yeah” and “fuck me,” and he wrapped his arms around my back, murmuring “do it” three times. That’s when I began pushing the rest of my raw cock into the radiant warmth of that chemmed-up fuckhole, and he gasped as he surrendered everything to me. “This is how we were meant to fuck,” I whispered in his ear as my dick continued to disappear inside him. “You aren’t a true bottom boy until you’ve let a man split you in half bareback, until you’ve given up your hole for him to eat and pound and breed. I’m so proud of you, little bro.” With that, I directed his attention toward the TV. “But there’s one thing you should look out for,” I said, taking on a serious tone. “Some guys in the bathhouse will have a tattoo like that.” I pointed up at the screen. A young topdude was pounding the bottomboy bareback. Every time he pulled his cock away from that hungry little fuckhole, you could see a biohazard tattoo right next to his dick. “Do you know what that tattoo means, little bro?” He shook his hand. “Danger, I guess?” “Well, sort of. It means he’s poz. Just something to be aware of, because you probably don’t want that.” I glanced back at him, and the look in his eye was pure hunger. “Unless…,” I said, pretending to be confused, “Unless you’re turned on by that?” He shot a devilish glance at me, and I answered with a giant grin. Then he grinned, too. “You want some poz dick at the bathhouse, bro?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah? You wanna get knocked up?” He just kept grinning, and his body started shaking again—a kind of shiver, all fear and anticipation and excitement. “Such a good boy. Such a fuckin’ dirty boy. I love it. I’m so proud of my little bro.” And then, with no warning, I pulled my dick out of his hole. Conrad gasped. He suddenly looked lost and empty; the pleading returned to his eyes, and he pulled his legs back and spread his ass and whimpered. Meanwhile, I stared him down. “Sorry, little bro, but something just occurred to me. You didn’t ask about my status. Don’t you want to know my status?” “I don’t fucking care. Please, bro. Please give me your dick.” That made my dick drip: I don’t fucking care. “Good answer, buddy. But I think you deserve to know.” I nudged my dick up against his hole, and he tried desperately to maneuver his ass to get more of my meat lodged up in his guts. “Here’s the deal, bud: I’m fuckin’ poz. This is a poz cock teasing your hole. You like how this poz cock feels inside you?” “Yes, fucker. Please give me more, fucker. I need more. Please, bro.” “What’s that, buddy? I’m not sure I heard you.” “Pound my ass raw with your fat poz cock. Fucking PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE, BRO.” “You wanna get knocked up? Knocked up with your big bro’s virus?” “FUCK YES.” “Say it.” “KNOCK ME UP, YOU SEXY MOTHERFUCKER.” “Fuck yeah, you hot little chemmed-up faggotboy.” I shoved my poz dick back inside that boy’s hole, and started pounding. I didn’t last long. I felt the toxic seed gathering up in my balls, brewing, getting ready to shoot. Conrad was staring me down with those giant black pupils, his legs spread wide, his hole peeled back and exposed to allow my dick maximum penetration. He just kept nodding. Nodding. Smiling. Telling me with his eyes that he wanted my gift. As I got closer to shooting my toxic load, he wrapped his arms around me and alternated between little whimpered chants of “poz poz poz” and “fuck fuck fuck.” “Goddammit, you hot little fag,” I whispered. “Goddammit. You’re gonna get my load. My fuckin’ sweet infected load, just for you, fuckin’ sexy little negboy bro.” And then, with pulse after pulse of my raw cock in his wide-open wet fuckhole, I bred him. Pozzed him. Charged that little faggot ass up. Gave him my virus. Then, as my dick stopped shooting volleys of poz sperm, I kept pushing my cock deep inside him, pushing my toxic cum into his guts before collapsing on him, my poz cock still buried deep. Conrad sighed, a long contented sigh. “That was amazing,” he said. “Oh, little bro,” I whispered in his ear. “I have so many fuckin’ plans for you—you have no idea.” I pulled my cock out of him, then guided his mouth to taste the poz seed coating my shaft. He slurped on it greedily, my dick still warm from the hunger of his hole. “Such a good boy,” I said. “Such a hot little pig. So proud of you, little bro. Now, whaddaya say we get your sweet little knocked-up hole to the bathhouse?” MORE SOON…