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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 understand how the potential of having your sexual nature exposed to the world could be exciting when you're in a sexual frame of mind (read: horny). I understand the appeal of fantasies like being coerced into sexual compliance or performance by blackmail or other means. I understand the psychological nature of behavior like exhibitionism and submission. I can even understand getting to the point of desperation for someone to interact with that a man would place himself into a compromised position. What I have never been able to understand, however, is how a man can plan and then carry out a sequence of acts that cannot be reversed and are absolutely certain to have a serious, if not devastating, impact on the non-sexual aspects of his life, to the point of potentially destroying his livelihood and his core relationships. So 'Phil', shall we say, has a stable, steady-income job, nice family, good circle of friends, congenial work relationships, plays ball with the guys on weekends. Volunteers at the polling precinct during elections. He also secretly takes cock up in the city once a month at the bathhouse during his "business trips", and has an aching exposure fetish. Whenever he can, he has guys use his camera to take face shots of him with his cum-splattered face stuffed with cock, or of him gazing backward into the lens while his cunt is being rutted. The pictures are absolutely of hm, and there is no mistaking what he is doing or that he is loving it. Finally, one fateful night, he encounters a man online who says he gets off on exposing other guys, and will be glad to do it if Phil will just provide the pictures and the personal information. With his head throbbing with the sexual high of the thrill of having his naked lust shown to the whole wide world, Phil sends all his real-life personally identifying information and compromising images to this man with the click of a button. >CLICK< There it is. The thrill of terror/shame/pleasure all at once. The deed is done. Phil thinks, They are all going to know, and something delicious and awful runs though him. For many, this is the moment of reward, what it's all about. Except, there is no >unclick< button. Once the hit of fantasy and its adrenaline/endorphine rush has passed, a cold, sick feeling settles in. They are all going to know becomes Oh God -They...are...ALL...going...to...KNOW. Now, it may be that the man on the other end is counting on a sudden onset of post-click panic, and has a PayPal account already in place to accept Phil's repeat transfers of cash to make sure that those photos never end up in front of his boss and his grandmother. Or, it could be that the man on the other end has a fetish just as compelling Phil's was to Phil, and gets off in a big way exposing faggots being faggots. And he's become very good at it, so in short order, Phil finds his private collection of intimate photos prominently labeled with his identifying info posted to various apps, including Facebook and Twitter, and he is sent an email containing the extremely compromising content about himself - and notices that the CC list includes people who really, actually know him, and aren't sexy with him at all. Bob's company informs him that his job is being outsourced. His dad refuses to speak to him. He is told he is no longer welcome to play ball with the guys (faggot). The people he usually works with at the polls cross to the other side of the street when they see him. His wife packs up the kids and they go to stay with her parents, indefinitely. For some reason, his credit score takes a hit. I could go on, but the point is, once you're in-real-life-actually-exposed, you can't be unexposed. You can't unring that bell. If a reputation is devastated in that way, it's not coming back. The only thing left is to either learn how to live in the reality of the aftermath, or to uproot and try to find somewhere to start all over as someone else. I don't have a sense for how common this practice actually is, but apparently there are Phils out there who go through with this. One sees the images from time to time, and buyer's remorse is too real a thing in a general sense for it not to apply in this sense as well. I get that there are some people who genuinely don't give a shit what anybody thinks of them, and enjoy the freedom to expose their true natures at will; yet I don't really place these men in the same class as Phil, because the feeling they get cannot be the same - to them, there is no equivalent risk, so there can be no equivalent reward. What's more, these guys can do it repeatedly... but Phil can only do it once. Once Phil has committed to exposure, and gotten his intense reward, he can't do it again. Done is done. Those people will all know now, and re-exposing yourself isn't exposure. Phil can expose himself to strangers, and maybe get some tickle out of that, but it will never feel the same as the original high, and every subsequent attempt will leave him feeling emptier. Why do these Phils make a choice to self-destruct their lives this way? I can understand the power of sexual fantasy, of desire, of horniness, of all of the whole potent witch's brew of influences that make men obey their animal brain-parts when in rut. But when it comes to doing something potentially self-destructive, the mind usually kicks in a warning signal of some kind to keep a man from fucking himself off a cliff. Why not in this case? I have no answers, but I would love to understand this better. It makes no sense for any man to so something so patently self-destructive and irreversible for the sake of a quick rush... unless, unconsciously, he is using a nuclear option to free himself from an untenable life and force himself to start anew. And if it has come to that, I am sad for him.

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.

My understanding of the principles of economics is rudimentary at best. And why would I need it anyway, as I never have any money? Of course it could be the reason I never have any money, but that’s beside the point here. I do grasp, at least, the concept that people tend to ascribe greater value to things that are harder to obtain or are few in number, and lesser value to things that are easier to obtain or are in greater number. Gold is valuable because, aside from its lustre, it is harder to obtain and less plentiful than eggs. A viable ivory-billed woodpecker egg, however, would, to some people, be worth more than its weight in gold. Go figure. How, then, do we calculate the value of a cumdump slut? This is a bottom of remarkable promiscuity, with little or no discretion over whose cock he will take into his warm and waiting hole, who goes out of his way to frequent locales where he can be readily identified and used by any who pass by, and who actively and lewdly advertises himself as a mere vulgar sexual receptacle. This is a person whom we here on this site accept among our ranks as a matter of course, but for whom the general populace would display revulsion and scorn. (This description is becoming more painful the more I resemble it.) If one were to casually scan over the posts on this forum, one would have to conclude that such libertine cumdump sluts are legion, lurking in numbers in every nook and cranny of the globe, simple for any Top to find at any time. Even if we aren’t actually spaced every three meters apart, it’s clear there are quite a few of us. And when you find us, we’re easy. Sooo easy. So, going by the previous economic principle, our relative value as sexual targets should be relatively low. For some, perhaps it is. For some, we may constitute a class of untouchables that they wouldn’t fuck under any circumstances. Sometimes, as I’m lying ass-up on a hotel bed waiting for the next anonymous stranger to insert his penis into my body and fill me with his reproductive fluids before leaving without a word, I wonder about the type of men who actually respond to my ads - who actually go out and fuck strangers. Somehow, there is a demand for those of us who slut, even though our value ought to be low. I understand that some Tops enjoy the no-strings freedom that comes with an anonymous fuck, and because they are virile Men, prefer getting off by fucking to masturbating. I also understand that the natural submissive tendency that draws most cumdumps to their sluttery likewise draws certain types of Dominant males like moths to a flame. But in both these cases, desire could be satisfied without resorting to using the sluttiest of us. I have never heard of a place where “Everybody’s fucked him” is a compliment. On the contrary, it comes across like an expiration date. I’ve certainly found that my usage at the bathhouse I frequent has tapered off markedly from the time I was “fresh meat” there. Therefore I have to conclude that some value is placed on ass based on how readily available it is. I do have a number of repeat visitors (always an honor) who have apparently enjoyed me enough before to come back, but clearly not all of them. For some, the value diminishes. Is it because they realize I’m nothing but a used cunt? But then, what about those Tops who talk about how much they enjoy fucking a sloppy, loose hole that’s been reamed by several cocks already? I’ve had so many Tops hold off coming to fuck me until I have another load already in me. And then, flip the scene around - take the pretty, buff, self-conscious and obviously posing dude at the bathhouse who’s waiting for just the perfect one to hook up with - hard-to-get, attractive, few in number, ought to be highly valued. Yet so often I see such guys spoken of in scorn by Tops expressing how little they’re interested in fucking them. What would happen if that attractive, buff, guy was also a cumdump slut who “everybody has fucked”? In a case of two negatives somehow making a positive, I’m guessing there would be a line for his ass. Clearly, I’m finding Slut Economics even more baffling than the regular kind...

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I ve always been a total bottom. So I mostly wear my cage and talk about it so that I don t waste time with non-true tops or versatile guys. With my cage I ended up only being fucked or used by top guys, nothing else. Lately I came across a black straight married guy and he s making me discover a new dimension to being a fag in a cage... I love it and hate it at the same time. I start to think that s the fate for subs like me.

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.

Sounds like most guys when they cum. Everyone has that moment of omnipotent level clarity for a split second or two after they orgasm and everything going on sinks in at once, sometimes it's a very rewarding feeling, other times not so much if you're doing something sketchy or risky. For a long time I never worried about cumming at all during any hookups, which isnt to say I have never been pleased with one, but because I only bother hooking up if I want to feel I pleased someone else. If I need to cum, I know how to do me better than anyone and can fuck myself utterly senseless until I'm spent and it's easy lol. But lately a few people have told me my cumshot are nice, not a big cock but when being fucked I start cumming very very thick pearly white huge loads and if I edge hard enough I can stain the ceiling lol. So I started training myself to cum but still take cock, past few weeks now I've toyed my ass for at least 20-30m a day when showering for work and have made myself cum as quickly as possible, smother my cum all over my toy, and then slam it right back in and go to town. And its defintely working. It's getting to the point now I need a good pounding in the ass from a toy or a real cock every day or I feel I'm forgetting something, and cumming isnt killing my lust to be filled at all. Its certainly something you can train yourself to get over if you really feel its affecting your sex life.

Hi Believe me you are not alone in this situation.. it is something that I have experienced too.. with my employment moving me about the country and thus leaving some very significant partners in other cities. Two unfortunately are no longer with us and it does leave me depressed at times. Have you tried to reach out to his relatives/friends to find out what happend ??? Peace to you too... and good luck.

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.

The society still draws its morality and values from religious beliefs. While religions defines union between man and woman for procreation there are numerous gay characters in various religious texts. Nevertheless, religious beliefs draws a line for sexual relation between same bloodline. Loving a blood relative is different than having sex. There are numerous reasons behind this thought process which I don't want to get into right now. Many ethnicities marry consangvenously, however Science has proved that their children are very likely to suffer from genetic disorders. Hence incest (banned word) is more of a gay fantasy and to some extent porn fantasy. To the question about drawing a line, this is crossing the line. Tomorrow someone will come up with an idea what's wrong in having sex with a pet dog. Afterall the dog is a pet and taken care for and loved.

i think it's awesome any time someone finds love and connection. i came out of a very conservative religious background, where i think most of these types of negative rules and attitudes come from, and in many cases became the 'social norm.' When i stepped away from my religious beliefs, it wasn't just rebellion, it was a long process of looking, examine, questioning. What i personally came to was i could discern no 'God" who had made all these rules, but just a bunch of people saying "God" had made these rules. And there's all sorts of holes in their sources. For instance, christianity draws from the bible as an authoritative source. Christianity is a long time source for [banned word] re incest, yet the bible is full of stories of family members marrying family. The story of creation is supposedly God created just Adam and Eve, who had kids... but where did everyone else come from lol. If there was only Adam and Eve to start out, then incest would have had to be the rule 'in the beginning.' Once i left religion, i pretty much lost a lot of my [banned word] boundaries. Basically, i live by a code of do no harm. Religion aside, one of the (major i think) challenges of relationship is compatibility, if you have that with someone you have lived with most of your life, what is the rationale for disregarding that to follow a social norm? The only scientific reason i can see against incest would be the DNA issues, but two guys are not reproducing as a result of sex, so that isn't a factor. As you describe it, i see no "line."

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

never chose it , born to be one just a lust toy for the real guys

I asked my daddy top what he prefers because he always praises my bi hole being tight (he’s the only one who gets it). He said he can’t get enough of my tight hole but it’d only get better if it got bigger and looser. It has worked open a bit since January and when I’m fucking her and she’s buzzed, passing out, I three finger my hole, thinking of daddies cum shooting in me, as I fuck to shoot my cum mixed with his DNA into her dumb middle aged hole (I’m 10 years her junior).

My Chastity cage finally came in!!

I am not a Trump supporter, and even if I were, it would not be because he's a masculine ideal. You're just randomly spouting the latest talking points, apropos of nothing. Biden's task, had he been trying competently to win an election, was to try to convince these million voters to choose him over Trump. He instead elected to mock them by way of defining them out of their own race. Perhaps Trump's support has eroded such that these voters are now considered disposable, but I would think that the marginal failures of 2016 ought to be regarded as monitory.

While stuck inside and organizing things on my computer, I found this chapter two-thirds finished from 6 or so years ago. I finished it up and here it is. Hope you enjoy. RR MAC MEN 9: GETAWAY CAR After the fan-fucking-tastic foursome with Angel, Hassan and Marcus, I need to get some energy back. As I walk through the pulsating sea of fuckstuds to the lobby, I can’t believe how much my body throbs. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow. Of course, I don’t want tomorrow to come. Oh wait, it is tomorrow. My plan is to head to the lobby area, knock back a Red Bull, let my balls churn up some more cum then dive back into the breed-n-seed-fest. As I wait in line at the bar, I hear two men talking behind me. The deeper voiced of the two is telling his buddy about the new car he just bought. “Of course, I had the get the leather seats,” he says. Wait, I’ve heard this guy’s voice before. “I even asked the hunk who sold it to me if the seats were sperm resistant,” he continues. Fuck, I know that voice. “I said it right to his face. Of course, this was after I blasted hit guts with my man-sperm in the breakroom.” The word sperm is what tips me off. It’s gotta be Damien Silver from Knightbreeders, the dirtiest talking, most cum-obsessed spunk-swapper in all of porn. I turn halfway around to try and get a look at his face. The guy’s ruggedly handsome, with several day’s worth of scruff. It looks like it could be Damien but Damien always wears a mask in his videos so I can’t be sure. I’ve always wondered why he always wears the mask. I like to imagine that in addition shooting and starring in cum-swap videos, he has a more “respectable” job, like working for a politician, or as a policeman or teaching high school. Maybe he coaches a sports team at some religious university and runs around all day in tight coaching shorts, putting horny college age studs through their paces. Then he goes home and spends his nights making fuck flicks where he uses his filthy mind and his talent for dirty talk to celebrate his lifestyle choice as an unabashed barebacker. “Get me a water,” says the friend. “I’m going to run to the restroom.” The friend leaves and the man I think is Damien Silver is on his own. Now’s my chance and yet I suddenly feel shy, starstruck. ‘You’ve shot so much spunk to this fucker’s videos,’ I imagine Angel saying to me. ‘Grow a pair and make a move.’ “Congrats on the new car,” I say. “Couldn’t help but overhear.” “Thanks, sexy,” he says before turning around and sizing me up. “It’s my first new car in quite a while.” It’s strange to see this guy’s full face. You can tell he’s handsome from his videos but he’s even more striking without the mask. But it’s all about that voice. It’s Damien. I’d bet money on it. “I think I probably helped pay for that car,” I say, then flash a goofy smile. “That is, if you are who I think you are.” Damien smiles, grabs my hand and says, “Come with me?” “Wait,” I say as follow him through the lobby, “are you spelling that C-U-M or C-O-M-E?” “Yes,” he says. “I knew it was you by your voice,” I remark as he leads me down a dark hallway. “Oh yeah?” he growls. “Yeah. I really love the way you get into the whole mindset of it, you know.” “You mean, when I say stuff like, ‘You’re gonna fuck me bareback, right? Always, bareback. Taking seed and giving seed, right? Always. We live to take sperm, right?’ Stuff like that?” “Yes,” I say. He stops walking at a door then turns back to me. My cock head brushes against his jock, which is threadbare, cum-stained and packed. “You wanna see my new wheels?” he asks. “Sure but we can’t walk outside like this, can me?” “Ron lets me park in the enclosed, private lot,” he explains before open the door to a small parking lot lit by a single red bulb. A few cars are there and it’s obvious which one is his; it’s the gleaming silver Jaguar convertible with the dealer sticker still on it. “Oh my God,” I say. “This is gorgeous. It suits you, man.” He doesn’t say thank you. He steps right in front of me, gets his face inches away from mine and says, “You like the way I talk, right?” He leans into my body so my exposed ass rests against the driver’s side door. “Fuck yeah,” I say, bringing my hands up along his arms and squeezing his triceps. “You have a really sexy voice, deep and masculine, but it’s more the things you say, the way you talk…about barebacking and breeding, taking and giving cum. It’s like your religion. I can’t even tell you how many loads I’ve shot to you.” “Got one more in you?” he asks. “For you, yes,” I say, reaching around to cup his ass. “No one’s bred me in my car yet,” he says. “You want to help me break it in.” “Fuck, yeah,” I say. “And you like dirty talk, huh?” he asks. “Oh yeah,” I say. “I hate it in porn when they’ve got some music going on so you can’t hear the fuck sounds and the hot talk. The worst is when they have the TV on.” “Right?” he says. “What the fuck is that about?” “If I wanted to watch Jeopardy, I’d be watching Jeopardy.” “Can you dish it out, too?” he asks. “The fuck-talk?” “I don’t do it professionally, like you do, but I’ll try…” I turn him around and pull him back so my hard cock is pressed against his crack, “to rise to the occasion.” “Hot,” he says, grinding against me. “So here’s how it’s going to work: You’re going to sit in the passenger seat. I’m going to suck your hot cock until it’s ready to fuck.” “That should take at about two seconds,” I say, contracting my groin muscles so my hard leaking dick bobs in the air. “Then I’m going to sit on your dick. You don’t have to do much, movement wise. Just let me ride you while we have a simple, quiet conversation.” “Fuck yes,” I say. He opens the door and I sit my bare ass down on the cool leather seat. He kneels on the ground and starts to nurse my cock with his mouth. His slow smooth suck-strokes feel so good on my dick, which has already had a major workout tonight. As I relax into the blow job, I feel a gob of cum—God knows whose--ooze from my fuckhole. “Oh shit,” I say, a bit panicked. “Everything all right?” Damien says, looking up at me. “I got a bunch loads in me and I think some is oozing out onto your brand new seat,” I say anxiously. “You say that like it wasn’t part of my plan, ” he says. “Relax, I want you to let it ooze. I want this car to reek of cum. I want it to be my fucking Cummobile.” “You should get that for your license plate,” I suggest. Damien laughs, then he stands up and straddles me, grabs my face and looks me dead in the eyes. “Do it. Let it out, fucker. Let’s add a topnote of fuckspunk to the unmistakable new car smell.” It takes me a moment to relax my hole. “Open up and let it ooze out. Do it. Soak that seat, stud.” And I do. Damien kisses me hard while I let the loads of Marcus and Hassan and Lito snake out of me until I’m sitting in big cum puddle. Damien takes a big inhale. “Fuck, smell those men.” “I gotta breed you, fucker,” I say. “Put that hole down on my cock.” Without taking his eyes off mine, Damien lifts his ass up a few inches. Then his hole sinks onto my glistening cockhead like it’s a heat-seeking missile, which in a way it is. As he slides down onto my lap and I feel my shaft slide along his fuckstud asswalls, walls that have been whitewashed countless times. As a younger man, scared with little confidence, I used to look down on men that were promiscuous. Now, I revere them. From here on, Damien slowly grinds his hole on my cock while we talk to each other, our voices soft but insistent, like a hypnotist leading a subject into a trance. “Fuck, that’s smooth,” I say. “And thirsty, maybe the thirstiest ass I’ve ever fucked. What’s it thirsty for, pig?” “Sperm,” he says. “Always.” “You’re addicted to it, aren’t you? You need it like vampires need blood.” “It’s the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about at night.” “Because you always fall asleep fingering a loaded hole.” “A multi-loaded hole. What’s that wet squelching sound, Randy? I think it’s coming from you.” “It’s my hot hungry ass sliding around,” I say. “Sliding around in what?” he wonders. “A puddle of cum…from I don’t know how many guys?” “You don’t know how many?” “If I thought about it, I could give you a number…but I don’t really feel like doing math right now.” “You gotta track your loads, man. So you can always keep growing as a bareback fucker.” Without coming off my dick, Damien twists around, opens the glove compartment and pulls out a small ziplock bag. He pulls from it a silver chain with matching cylinder at the end of it. He drapes it over my head. “For poppers?” I ask. “Looks like it, but no. This is the part that’s genius,” Damien says, holding up the cylinder between our faces. “Check it out.” On the side of the cylinder are four revolving number wheels, like you’d see on a combination padlock. “This is to keep track of your loads. I wear two. The black one is loads I planted in an ass…and the silver one is loads planted in my ass. “There are four digits on here,” I observe. “That would be like a thousand loads.” “Three a day,” he shrugs. “Totally doable for a hot stud like you.” “These are really cool,” I say. “Where can I buy one?” “I’m going to start selling them on my website soon but you get one free for coming in my ass.” He bottoms out on my dick, then rocks slowly back and forth. “Look at me, just assuming I’m getting your load.” “Oh you’re getting it,” I say, trying not to pass the point of no return. “You’re gonna get seeded real soon…right here in this car. This beautiful, respectable car that would be right at home in a Pride parade, carrying the mayor or some happy old lesbian couple that’s been together 50 years.” “Or you and I could be in the Bareback Pride Parade,” he says. “We swap seed back and forth all the way down the parade route.” “And there’s a big float behind us with slings and fuck benches and guys all over it, fucking to cum,” I add. “And dick-addicted twinks with cum leaking from their battered holes are handing out fliers for Shudder to all the hot guys on the street.” “And the guys along the sidewalk all have their cocks out and as they see you building up steam to blast in my hole, they all start chanting, ‘Breed it!’ Breed it!” That image sends me right over the edge. “Ah fuck, stud, I’m cumming in your guts!” “Fuck yes, pig! Do it, man! Give me that hot load of sperm! Seed me!” My balls contract and I spurt cum for what seems like a full minute. “Damnnnn!” I groan. “Take it man! Take every fucking drop of my spermload!” Damien hunches over so his face is next to mine. When I finally stop shuddering. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and holds it there for me to suck on. As he starts to dismount, I come back to my senses. “Jesus Christ, dude, that was amazing,” I say. “But I still kind of feel bad about your car seat.” “Don’t man,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “I want my seats cum streaked and the dealership don’t offer it.” “Are you sure you’re not gonna regret it?” I say. “Come here,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me around to the driver’s side. He sits in the driver’s seat and closes the door, then pulls my face down to his. “You want me to let your load out?” he asks. “Make the seats match?” “If you want to…” I say, tentatively. “That half-ass bullshit ain’t gonna fly,” he chides. “Tell me to let your load out.” I grab his face in my hands and lean down to his ear. “Let my babies out,” I taunt through gritted teeth. “Relax that legendary cooze and let my fuckseed slide out. I want people to able to smell the loads a mile away.” I pull away and look at Damien…who just smiles as his hole opens up and releases it’s hard-earned haul. When he gets out of the car, I’m surprised and how much fucking jizz is on the seat. “That can’t be all me?” I say. “It is, dude,” he says. “You got me right after I walked in.” “Wow,” I say, starring down at the puddle. I can’t believe I was able to deliver that big of a load 5 hours into the party. Angel’s right…once you commit to being an insatiable seedswapper, your body has a way of rising to the occasion. Damien gives me one last deep kiss, then pulls the chain away from my neck and turns counter from 0000 to 0001. The he stands back and looks my up and down admiringly. It makes me feel like a fucking god. “Hold on,” he says, then turns and reaches both hands into the car. When he pulls them out, they’re both dripping with cum. “My leather’s streaked with cum,” he says. “Yours should be, too.” And then he kneels in front of me and drags his cum-soaked palms down the legs of my chaps…streaking them with chunky white cum. “That’s better,” he says.

Part 16 - January 2019 New Year Darren eventually surfaced at 10am on January 1st, feeling more optimistic about his future he just needed to hold this job down. He had a text come in and opening it he smiled, Sam had wished him a happy new year and was looking forward to seeing him. Instantly his cock reacted thinking about him, he still couldn't believe how nice the guy was towards him even after finding out about his past. It had crossed his mind if Sam was attracted to him, he hoped so since he found him nice and very sexually alluring. His mother never asked how he contracted hiv, but then she never really showed much interest in him and wanted him out having done her bit raising him. In many ways he felt alone and that was what was driving him now to change his life and move away. His little group of friends were nearly all dating or shagging a bird when they weren't drinking or getting stoned. Seeing less and less of them really allowed him to take a look at himself, looking in the mirror he wanted to change in so many ways and decided he would start with a new haircut and tidy himself up. He quite fancied a spikey haircut instead of the mess he currently saw in the mirror and decided that tomorrow he would go in to town and see what the hairdresser could do. Byron insisted on taking Stefan's parents car to the station to meet Sam, Stefan's Porsche was not really designed for 3 people and even Byron felt uncomfortable sat in it. The train pulled in and Sam appeared at the exit where they hugged uncontrollably excited to see each other. The three of them spent most of the day walking along the Malvern Hills enjoying the winter sunshine and catching up. Byron and Stefan broke the news that they had brought a house in Oxford which was close enough to London for Byron and also where Stefan's family business was located, they would be moving there in late February. The move was planned to allow Byron time before he was starring in Top Hat in the west end from May. He had been finally cast in the leading role after his success with Louise and Patti and really getting noticed by many producers. Sam was also going to be in the cast for a few months as he wanted to improve his tap dance ability, they would both be starting rehearsals in February. "So you two are really doing this then?" Sam asked as they reached the top of a hill. Byron laughed "Yeah, I know it is strange but I can't see myself living without him" he replied looking at Stefan. "Sexless marriage" Sam giggled "Let me know how that works out" he said looking at Byron and Stefan. Stefan smiled "Not entirely sexless" he replied catching the surprised look on Sam's face. Sam stopped "Don't tell me you have flipped over" he asked Stefan chuckling. "Not entirely" Stefan replied putting his arm around Sam's shoulder "But I can see why you enjoy it the oral sex, he is good a blowing me". Sam shook his head in bewilderment "I give you a year before you totally switch sides" he laughed. The following day they headed in Malvern town and Stefan was taking Sam around whilst Byron sorted out some personal business for his parents, he agreed to meet the guys in an hour in the coffee shop, Sam laughed joking that his shopping usually took longer than hour. Byron walked out of the bank having completed everything in record time, he made his way over to the coffee shop. There were a few people in front of him so he texted Stefan to say he was done and getting a coffee. Stefan replied telling him he had no idea how long they would be as Sam was a crazy window shopper. Byron chuckled looking up from his phone and found himself face to face with Darren holding his coffee looking at him "Byron" he said. "Darren" Byron said taking a step back and trying not to show any emotion or fear of him. They nearly didn't recognise each other "You look different" Darren said. Byron fumbled putting his phone away "So do you" he replied quietly thinking how sexy Darren now looked. "What do you want Darren?" Byron asked his mouth going dry. Darren looked around quickly "What the fuck did you do to me?" he said looking him in the eyes angrily. Byron gulped unsure what he was going to do "I'm sorry but you were going to..." he started saying. His words cut off by the barista "Can I help you?" she called over to Byron. Darren looked back at her "I will sit over there you better join me" Darren said warning Byron and walking off. Byron ordered his coffee and nervously kept looking back over his shoulder where Darren sat. He was in in two minds to send a message to Stefan since he had no idea what Darren was about to do, it was the first time he had seen Darren since the incident on the Malvern hills. He stopped himself and looked back at Darren quickly, he was not even looking just staring out of the window watching the world go past. He knew he could get just walk right on out and not face Darren. No, he was done running from him and he couldn't face having to look over his shoulder with the guilt of what happened. Byron collected his coffee and approached the table taking the seat opposite Darren he sat down fixing his gaze on him. Darren turned to face Byron "You not scared of me or what I will do?" he asked. Byron just stared at him "No" he finally replied sipping his coffee still staring at him. Darren stared at Byron "I wanted to destroy you and make you suffer after what you did" he said. "What I did?" Byron asked in a surprised voice and shook his head "I protected myself from getting raped". Byron looked down "I was angry with you and... I just don't know where it came from Darren" he said. "So you gave me what you have?" Darren said becoming emotional. "Do you think the years of misery you put me through were great?" Byron asked putting his cup down. Darren looked out of the window "You think giving me this for life is fun?" he asked looking back at Byron in anger. "Someone told me you can only push people so far before they break" Darren said eyeing him carefully. Byron sat back in his chair "So what then?" he asked "You want to go outside and put an end to it?". Darren shook his head smirking "Oh this is never going to end Byron" he said "not after what you did". "I hoped you would have got the message last time you tried taking me down" Byron said standing up to leave. "Sit down" Darren said sharply then smirked "please". "Fuck, what is it with you Darren?" Byron asked confused by the way Darren was acting. Darren shook his head "Do you really hate me that much?" he asked watching Byron. Byron looked at his cup "I don't know" he said "I just don't understand you, or why we are here". "Did you know you had it when you raped me?" Darren asked gazing out the window. Byron was not about to start lying to him "Yes, but I..." He started before he was cut off. "So you knew what you were doing then" Darren stated "did you get off on it?" he asked Byron. Byron pushed his cup away "No, I sat on the doorstep after and cried" he said truthfully looking down. "I so wanted to get back at you" Darren stated smirking "but you would probably enjoy me raping you" he said. Byron was at a complete loss now "Are you after revenge?" he asked turning his cup around on the table. Darren looked at him for a moment then gazed out the window "I could go to the police" he replied. "I don't really care what you do Darren" Byron replied "nothing compares to what you have put me through". Darren smirked again "I could ruin your life going public with what you did" he said turning to face Byron. "Don't you mean continue to ruin it?" Byron asked questioning him. "Your dancing and singing" Darren said seeing Byron's surprised look "I see you in the papers". "You do?" Byron said "What out of morbid curiosity?" he asked in a surprised voice. Darren gazed out of the window again "How the famous can fall so easily" he finally said after a moments silence. Byron felt sick inside knowing Darren had him "Blackmail?" he asked too frightened to look at Darren. Darren shrugged and wiped his eyes "That is one way" he replied still staring out of the window. "I'm sorry Darren" Byron said lowering his voice "I was beyond angry with you that day". "I gathered by you overpowering me so easily" Darren replied "I thought I could still take you down". Darren faced Byron "Is it because of me, you know your body?" he asked thinking he sounded like a pervert. Byron shook his head "No, I needed to build strength for my work, but I got so in to it" he replied. Darren looked out of the window "At least your parents supported you that much I saw" he said sadly. "At least you had real parents" Byron said looking at him. Darren scoffed "You had it so easy growing up, my parents didn't give a shit" he replied upset. Byron looked at Darren "They are my foster parents Darren, they adopted me properly at 14" he said. Now Darren was stumped "Sorry" he said "I never knew that and thought you were from the posh end of Malvern". They sat in silence for a moment "Now you have made me feel really bad about what I did" Darren said apologising. Byron finished his coffee and Darren stood up "Coffee?" he asked picking Byron's cup up off the table. Byron nodded and thanked him watching as he walked over to the counter. He sounded and looked like Darren apart from this new funky haircut that really suited him. He was still conflicted and confused seeing a completely different person from the last time they had encountered each other. Gone was the aggressive and abusive nature, what struck him most was that for once he didn't smell of weed and actually seemed to have cleaned himself up in many ways. Irrelevant of how he looked now, Byron knew that it was still Daz, Dazza or Darren depending on who you spoke to. Darren returned placing a fresh coffee in front of Byron "Thanks" he said watching Darren sit down. "Honestly I thought you would have bolted when we met" Darren said pausing "I'm glad you didn't". Byron looked at him "How so?" he asked trying to find the words needed. Darren looked down at his coffee "You have me I can see that" he said. "I don't hate you Darren" Byron replied "I just don't know you and you never allowed anyone to get to know you". "Apart from you there is only one person I told who knows what happened" Darren said looking at Byron. Byron leaned forward "I thought you was going to get your gang and come after me" he said concerned. Darren shook his head "Use to hang out on the estate with them" he said "but they are all pot heads". Byron looked at him "And you?" he asked "are you still smoking weed or whatever it was?". Darren shook his head "Not any more" he replied shyly "I kept getting sick" he said facing to Byron. "Fuck" Byron said putting his head in his hands "I'm so sorry Darren, really I am" he apologised profusely. Darren shrugged his shoulders "It's done Byron nothing can ever take it away" he said wiping his eyes. Darren could see Byron was almost in tears "I pushed you on the wrong day" he said almost laughing. Byron now looked even more confused "So the other person do they know as much as me?" he asked. "Yes" Darren replied nodding "they don't know who it was though I keep your identity secret". "Darren" Byron sat up "Will we ever put this whole thing between us to rest?" he asked. Darren stared out the window "Maybe" he replied casually "eventually we could". "I wish we could have got to know each other properly" Byron said watching Darren. Darren gave Byron a wicked grin "I want to rape you" he said "to get even first of all". Byron sat there speechless trying to figure out if Darren was in fact gay "Retaliation?" he asked. Darren stared at him then nodded "Yes" he replied and laughed "You changed the balance of power that day". "Let me guess, you don't like it that way?" Byron suggested watching Darren nod and hearing is phone ping. Darren studied him reading his message then shaking his head "Something wrong?" he asked. "No Stefan and my friend are running behind, I am meeting them in here" Byron replied putting his phone down. "Your still friends with Stefan then?" Darren asked "Is he still protecting you?" he smiled. Byron looked up "We are getting married" he replied seeing the surprised look appear on Darren's face. "I didn't think he was gay, thought you were just friends" Darren said in a shocked tone. Byron laughed "He isn't gay" he paused "hard to explain really" he said. "That is bizarre, not gay but your getting married?" Darren asked unable to comprehend this. Byron nodded "I don't know how to explain it, we love each other in a different way" he said. Darren looked at the time "Sorry I should go before they arrive" he said standing up. "I am really sorry Darren" Byron said "I hope we can patch things up if you want that" he pleaded. Darren looked down at him "Sure" he said "I am going to fuck you though" he turned to leave. He felt horrid about what he had done, strangely though he did wonder if what he did had completely changed Darren. He wished they could take back all those years and been friends with him. Outside Stefan and Sam approached the coffee shop talking, Darren slipped through the door and walked in the opposite direction from them. They found Byron sat at the table looking deep in thought. Sam went to fetch the coffees whilst Stefan walked over and sat down with Byron. "Penny for them" Stefan said startling Byron. "What?" he replied returning back to the room "sorry just had the strangest half an hour with Daz". Stefan looked at him "Did he touch you?" he asked almost angrily. "No, he was quite the opposite" Byron replied "completely different Stefan". Sam sat down and handed Byron another coffee "God I am going to be pissing for England later" he laughed. Byron began to recount his conversation to them. Sam knew about this bully from brief chats whilst they were at Mountview. Byron told Sam the rest including the day on the Malvern hills where he finally snapped. Sam sat there looking shocked pondering if this was the same guy he met in London. "What did you say his name was?" Sam asked interrupting Bryon. Byron looked at him "Darren or Daz as his gang called him at school" he said. Sam shook his head "You only ever referred to him as Daz" he said "does he have tattoos?" he asked. Byron nodded "Yes, quite muscular and about my height" he replied "but I don't think he is gay". Sam looked at them both "I met a Darren in London you remember the guy I told you about in Costa?". Byron nodded "Fuck, do you think it is the same Darren?" he asked "where does he live?". "I don't know" Sam replied "can't possibly be the same one he has a job in London" he said. Byron nodded "Yeah this Darren doesn't have a job" he said. "Where is he from?" Stefan asked putting his cup down. Sam looked at both of them then giggled "Not again Sam" Stefan said "you really need to talk to guys your picking up". All of them reached the conclusion that this was not the same person as they appeared to be worlds apart from the one they knew individually. Sam got down to spending a few days out of the city and enjoying the almost country life of Malvern, hiking every day with Byron with Stefan in the crisp winter days was exhilarating and refreshing. Sam sat there the last night chatting with Stefan's mother trying to persuade her to talk to his class at the academy, eventually she agreed and also promised to given them some acting lessons. Sam was sleeping in his own bedroom that was previously Byron's when he stayed at Stefan's, lying in bed he caught up on his emails. Flicking over to the message app he sent one to Darren 'Hey, come down next weekend and stay, we can go house hunting', his other hand playing with this cock thinking about Darren as he sent the message. Darren responded saying he would come down Saturday morning but Sam suggested Friday early evening and he was surprised to see he agreed with a smiling face emoji. Darren smiled as he walked across the Flowers estate that late evening towards home. Hearing his name suddenly called out he looked across the playground and saw Leo walking towards him. The scrawny 28 year old estate dealer was the last person he wanted to see having avoided him for months now. Leo was marginally taller than Darren, skinny and gobby he was one of the most feared people on the estate and Darren never knew why that was. "Dazza where you been mate?" Leo asked approaching him "shit you gone all queer?" he said looking at Darren. Darren nodded "Leo" he continued to walk not wanting to engage Leo in conversation. "You haven't brought anything from me for a while" Leo said "where you getting your stuff from?". Darren stopped and looked at him "I'm clean Leo" he said. Leo laughed in his face "Come on, I got some good shit here, give you a discount" he said pulling a bag out. "No thanks" Darren replied about to walk off until Leo grabbed his arm. "Rumour has it you go the sexual health clinic" Leo said smirking at him "what did you get?" he asked. Darren shook his hand away and ignored the comment "Don't come near me again" he said calmy and walked off. Leo laughed "You will be back" he said shaking the bag loudly "ass fucker" he mumbled. Darren heard him and turned around "What did you say?" he said walking back towards Leo angrily. He only managed 5 meters before Leo turned and bolted off across the playground. Darren stood there watching Leo wondering if he knew of Darren's sexuality, he couldn't possibly he said to himself. One thing he did know was Leo would not drop the subject quickly and use it to taunt Darren at any opportunity.

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

2. Jay "I'm sorry," I said again. "I mean. You're not gay. I'm not gay." I had kissed this guy that I barely knew. I was terrified of what I had done. "Uh," I stammered for a moment, trying to read Rod's face in the dark back seat of the car. "It's cool," Rod said. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine again. This time I tried to relax. It was him initiating it, not me. And it didn't mean I was gay. We were just playing around. But it was hard to deny the way his kiss affected me. My dick was rock hard and leaking, and I wanted him to never stop kissing me. "Is that good?" he asked. I nodded, not able to think about anything other than this man who had started to make out with me. He reminded me a bit of some of my friend's dads. The ones I was a bit wary of, because I didn't want to know them too well. Like as well as I was starting to know Rod. Before I could say anything more, Rod continued. "You're not the first guy I've kissed. And besides, you're super cute." It was the permission I needed to exhale. It had felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute. In that time, I had kissed another man and then he had kissed me back. It had felt amazing. In my drug-fueled state, I didn't care so much that it was with another man. I just liked the feeling of connection with another human. Rod leaned back in. "You're fun to kiss as well." Our lips met again. This time, Rod pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored, before pulling back away from me. "What do you want to do, Jay?" Rod asked. He was naturally stern, but there was a genuine concern that was still present. "You need to be honest. With me, but also yourself." "I know," I said. I understood what he was asking. I also knew what I wanted to say; what I wanted to do. "I wanna make out with you. I want to feel your hands on me." There was no reaction from Rod, but I was scared again. I decided the smartest thing was to be quiet, so I shut up. "Good answer," Rod said. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled him close to him. Our bodies pressed together, almost as tightly as our lips were pressed against each other. But it felt totally natural, like this was how two men were supposed to get to know each other. "Very good answer indeed," he continued, as his tongue explored my mouth again. Mercifully trapped in my shorts, my dick was hard. I knew there was a wet spot where the head strained against the fabric of my underwear. I didn't want to have to explain that to either Aiden or Rod. "You want to join us?" Rod asked Aiden. I had forgotten about Aiden. Now I felt bad; I had been making out with Rod, not even knowing how Aiden would react. I had no idea if it was revulsion or interest. I broke off the kiss long enough to turn my head. Aiden was watching us, but the smile was of genuine pleasure. "Not yet. You guys are having fun, and I'm enjoying watching you. Besides, we're almost there." I looked out the window. All I knew was that we were in the busy Hollywood downtown area. Even at nearly two AM in the morning, the streets were still busy with cars, and people were standing around the doors to restaurants and clubs. I tried my best to sit back up, and adjust my shirt. Rod had run his hand over my chest and down my stomach, messing up my t-shirt. He had gotten down to my crotch, and rubbed my dick just enough to feel how hard I was. "You're like me," he said, but didn't elaborate. In the dim light of the back seat, it was hard to tell if he also had a boner. We pulled into a hotel entrance. I was glad I had taken care of my t-shirt, because quickly a doorman and a valet came up. "Mr. Aiden," the valet said. "Good to see you again." Aiden handed him the keys, and stuck the ticket carefully into his wallet. It was already fat with cash; I tried not to stare as I exited the car. Rod was right behind me. Rod was almost too close behind me. Two hours ago, his closeness would have bothered me a lot. But after the past few minutes, I wasn't sure what it meant to me. It felt good to have a man like him so close to me, and it made me feel simultaneously safe and excited at the same time. I just wondered what the valet thought, but then realized he probably didn't even notice his clients. "This way," Aiden said, leading us through the front doors and directly to the elevators. He knew his way around the hotel, as evidenced both by the familiarity the valet had with him and his own familiarity with the floor plan. It was not long before all three of us were in an elevator, heading upwards. As soon as the doors closed, Rod pushed me against the wall, and started to kiss me again. He pressed his body against me. He was a little shorter than me, maybe about four inches shorter. He craned his head, and I bent over. It felt a bit strange to tower over him, even as he was being the dominant one. But, at the same time, his small stature only accentuated the seeming power he had over me. As his tongue pressed into me, I felt the sensation of his dick pressing against my thigh. Like me, he was stiff and hard. He had said I wasn't the first man he had kissed. I realized that he had probably made out with a lot of men. And he had fucked many of them. It was a disquieting realization, and I hesitated for a moment. But then his tongue ran against my teeth, and the insistent pleasurable sensations overwhelmed my head again. "Glad to see you like each other," Aiden said. "Bet you want some time to explore, don't you?" "Oh yeah," Rod said. "There's a lot for us to explore." "As long as you leave some for all of us," Aiden said. I had hoped he would explain what he meant, but the elevator dinged and the door slid open. We were on the 12th floor, not the top, but a respectable height. "Almost there, men," Aiden said. To our left was only one suite, and that was the direction Aiden turned. "Ready?" Rod asked. "I think I am," I said. "Not sure what to expect." "Pleasure," Rod said. "Expect pleasure. And fun. Lots of fun." "I hope so," I said. I gave Rod one last peck on the forehead, then he and I grabbed hands and walked out of the elevator. There was a tall black man at the door to the suite. From behind the door, there was some laughing and deep house music." "Here for Edward's party," Aiden said. "Oh, don't worry. I know you, Aiden Wolfe. You're welcome any time." He opened the door. The music was louder, but not by much. Most of it was a thumping base, enough to shake my body. Inside, I saw a number of men, ranging from guys just about my age to older dad types. I didn't see any women, but that didn't seem like a problem. All of the men were uniformly in-shape and good looking. Aiden had already disappeared into the crowd, but Rod was pulling me deeper into the tangle of men. Once we were in the thick of it, he turned around. "What do you think of it?" he asked me. "It's," I searched for the right word. "Interesting. I'm not as hot as these guys though." He leaned in and kissed me again. No one seemed to notice. "No. You are," he said, as he broke off the kiss. "Let's go to the balcony. It's a bit quieter." He took my hand, and guided me through the crowd of men. The room wasn't as big as I first thought, and although I originally thought it was a crowd, by the time we got to the balcony doors, I realized it was only about thirty or forty people. "This way," he continued. Out on the patio, we were alone. We faced downtown with the city laid out before us. It was like a scene from a movie, and if I looked down, I could see the busy street, while further away, all I could see were the street lights. Above us, airplanes made lazy circles on final approach to the airport. "Looks like it's just the two of us out here," I said. "Yeah," Rod said. "How are you feeling?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "Still horny?" Rod asked. He ran his hand over my chest again, dropping down to my stomach, and then to my crotch. I knew he could feel my erection. There was no point in lying to him. "Yeah. I am," I said. "I need to get off or something." I had turned to face him. He was smiling, and chuckled a bit. "Or something," he continued. There was a knowing smile on his face. He leaned in, and craned his neck up to meet my lips again. I didn't resist his approach. I didn't want to resist it. Even in the dim light of the balcony, it was clear just how handsome he was. Not only that, he also had years of experience on me. He would know what to do. He broke off the kiss. "Tell me when to stop," he said. "Don't stop," I said, as he put his hands under my t-shirt again, running his fingers through the light fuzz on my chest, and easily finding my nipples. I gasped in pleasure. "Please," I continued. "Don't stop." "Of course not, my boy," Rod said. Carefully, he lifted my shirt up and over my head, taking care not to disturb my glasses. He made it seem so casual and easy that I almost didn't realize he was starting to work on my belt. Another kiss, and I was distracted long enough for him to unfasten it and release the button on my jeans. They fell around my ankles, leaving me wearing only a pair of white briefs, now far too small to contain my erect penis and heavy balls. "What about the others," I asked. Even though it was a warm night, I shivered slightly under Rod's touch. I had never been naked like this before, and felt utterly exposed. "Don't worry about them," Rod said. He ran his hand over the bulge in my underwear. I was afraid I was going to cum just from his slight touch. "Just enjoy yourself." "Ok," I said, the goosebumps still covering my body. It was hard to tell which emotion was stronger: fear or excitement. "You're shivering," Rod said. He pulled off his own shirt, and added it to the small pile accumulating next to us. "Here," he said, pulling me against his body. His skin was warm, almost hot, against my skin. There was little more muscle and bone on his body. It was a totally different feeling from the girls I had played with; they had been soft and delicate and Rod was hard and strong. "So warm," I said. Sex with Rod was going to be rough, intense, and demanding. "Fuck," I muttered, as I pressed my body up against him. Less than two hours ago, I was flirting with a hot Asian girl, not even thinking about men. Now I was contemplating sex with a man I barely knew, and my dick was hard at the suggestion. "Yeah?" Rod asked. He ran his hands over my bare back, working his way down. His target was my ass; it seemed like the most natural thing for him to do. "You doing ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Just," I stammered. "This is all new to me." "It's new to everyone once. Just relax. And enjoy it." He slipped his hand under the waistband, and grabbed one of my ass cheeks. "I'm enjoying it." He pressed his crotch against my leg, and I could feel his hardness. He ran his free hand back over my bulge. "I think you are enjoying it as well." I was silent for a second, wondering what to say. I finally went with the complete and difficult truth. "Yeah," I said, "I am enjoying it." Before I could say anything more, he leaned in and kissed me, pushing his tongue back into my mouth. I let myself relax and enjoy it. It wasn't hard; Rod was a skilled kisser. He knew when to be tender and slow, and when to be more forceful and take what he deserved. This was one of the latter, as he pushed my tongue out of the way and explored my mouth. "I know. Not to first boy I've broken in." I was momentarily grateful for Rod's experience. He knew what to do, how to make it feel good for both of us. It was going to be hard to refuse him anything. I was feeling warm and tingly from his touch, feeling generous with my body and wanting to use it to please him. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but strangely familiar. It was a part of myself I had never experienced, but still very much me. If I was honest with myself, everything I was doing that day was easy to understand. It was the part of me that took furtive glances in the locker room. It was the part of me that wanted to feel Rod's shaft in my hands. It was the part of me that wanted Rod inside me. But, I didn't want to understand. Understanding meant that I had to think about it and work through all the possible options. I didn't want to have to use my brain at all. My cock knew what it wanted, and it was far simpler to follow its simple, infinitely pleasurable commands than to create elaborate yet ultimately unsatisfactory self-delusions against the perpetual pleasures of getting off. I reached down and undid Rod's belt. I looked down. He was wearing elegant, trim-cut dark grey dress pants. The belt caught my eye. The leather was thick. Far thicker than necessary for thin and elegant dress belt. Rod smiled at me, as we both realized that the belt signified so much more than just fashion or function. I wondered how much it would hurt if Rod used it against me. It was a heavy leather suitable for a fat, heavy daddy's belt. It deserved to be used against a young man's butt than to be stuck in a boardroom. I wondered how much pain it could cause if I ever made Rod use it in disappointment and shame for my actions. At the time, I only knew its uses instinctively. It would be much later that I would learn all of the details of the leather community. I remembered a picture I had on my computer, a woman on her knees, naked except for a belt securing her wrists together. In the picture, a man stood above her, with his thick shaft buried deep in her throat. I paused, realizing that tonight, I was playing the role of that woman. "Go ahead, boy," Rod said. "Finish what you started." "Yes," I said. "I understand." "Good boy," Rod said. The way he said it along with the smile he had made my dick jump. I looked down long enough to figure out how to unthread the thick leather strap from the buckle. The pants hid some of his arousal, but it was impossible for it to hide all of it. "Yeah, it's a bit stiff," Rod continued as I fumbled with the belt. I wasn't sure if he meant the leather or his dick. It didn't matter. I managed to undo his belt, unfasten his pants, and push them down, over the bulge in his light blue underwear. My own dick ached in sympathy with his. Both of our tools needed release; release from the confines of our clothing, and release from the pent-up sexual energy. I looked back up at Rod. He was still smiling at me. It was clear where this was going, and it was exactly what he wanted. He made the next move. He reached down and pushed down his underwear. His dick sprung free, sticking out from his body. It was one of the largest cocks I had seen outside of porn. Of course, I had only seen a few other erect penises in real life, most years ago as I had explored with middle school friends. Even by porn standards, Rod's dick was admirable in length and girth. Where my erection arched upwards, his hung down slightly. "Go ahead," he said. "Touch it." I hesitated for a second, then decided to take a risk. I reached out for Rod's shaft. I thought it was going to feel weird, reaching for another man's dick. But one I had made the decision, it seemed like the most natural thing I could do. "That's it," Rod moaned as my fingertips brushed against the warm and supple flesh. Like my dick, the outer layer of skin was soft, and moved easily over the much harder core. Finally touching it made me realize that looks could be deceiving. Rod's endowment was more than just admirable; it was actually quite big. I had never felt short-changed in the dick department, but compared to him, I just did not measure up. It was both the length and girth of the shaft; his cock hung down slightly because it had to. The simple physics between gravity and the flesh and blood that made up his manhood required the slope. "Have you ever touched another man's dick?" I nodded. I had, but it was so many years ago, and I was so young. "Yeah." I said. "In middle school. My friend Jack." "Did you just touch it?" I shook my head. "No," I said. "What else did you boys do?" "I," I started. "I. I sucked his dick as well." "Nice. So, you're an experienced cocksucker?" "Well. It was only once." "Only once?" Rod asked. I had only just met Rod. We had known each other for less than an hour, and he was pulling out some of my deepest memories. I hadn't told anyone what had happened that night. How we had explored each other’s bodies. How I had sucked on Jack's dick. How he had cum in my mouth. How I had swallowed it, and how, afterwards, he had called me a disgusting cocksucker. "Yeah, he moved away a few weeks later." "That was convenient," Rod said. "But still. I bet that means you've still sucked more dick than your roommate." Rod had an arm wrapped around me. I felt safe in his arms, safe enough to be telling him all of these things and still be playing with his dick. Even with the noises of the party coming out from the open doors, and the lights of the city spread out in front of us, it felt like it was just the two of us, sharing an intimate moment. Yes, it was an intimate moment between two men, but it felt so natural to me. This moment would be our secret. I didn't have to worry about anyone finding out, and it would just be this one evening. I wouldn't have to do it ever again. "I suppose you are right," I said. "Damn, your dick is big." At its core, it was a simple tube, evolved over millions of years to inject his semen deep into his partner. But that masked the complexity that even the slightest touch revealed. There was the soft, warm skin over the hard shaft. The beauty of his cockhead, and the drip of pre-cum forming at the tip. I didn't want to stop fondling it and playing with it. His massive cock was our toy, something we could share and use it to bring pleasure to him. "You like it?" he asked me. I nodded in agreement, scared at what I might say if I opened my mouth. "Look at how hard you've gotten in," Rod continued. With his free hand, he held it up, showing it off to me. "Bigger than mine," I finally said. "Don't worry about that," Rod said. He pushed down my white underwear, finally freeing my dick from its fabric prison. He stroked the length of it, pushing me to a full, hard erection. "It's more than big enough for me." He leaned in and kissed me. "It's a beautiful cock." "Thanks," I said, blushing a bit. We were now almost completely naked, our pants around our ankles, and our erect dicks sticking out in front of us. If Rod's cock curved up and mine curved down, they would have touched. But instead, they just barely missed each other. "Come on," Rod said. "Let's get out of these clothes." He took off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his pants in a smooth, practiced motion. On the other hand, I felt like an ungainly teenager again, fumbling with my shoes, then my socks, and finally nearly falling over as I tried to dis-entangle myself from my pants and underwear. If Rod had any thoughts at my awkward movements, he mercifully did not say anything. "That's much better," Rod said, pulling me back against him. We were naked now, and our touch was no longer accidental contact between two men. This wasn't the fumbling exploration with Jack, but the expert guidance of an experienced man. I wanted more; it seemed impossible, but my dick got harder. Rod felt it grow. "Much better," he continued. "How are you doing?" "Good," I said. "Really good." "You really haven't done this before, have you?" he asked me. There was no judgment in his voice. "No," I said. "Never." "Just let me know if you want to stop." "I will. But don't stop. So far, it's all good." This time, I took the initiative. I leaned in and kissed him. He opened his mouth and let my tongue enter. If I were honest with myself, I had occasionally stared at guys in the locker room, or wondered what a particularly handsome man looked like naked. But I had always told myself I wasn't like that. I had always dated girls, and enjoyed that. But now there was this. It was just as fun as fooling around with a girl. It was almost more fun. Plus, it didn't feel weird at all. It felt perfectly natural to have another man's erect penis pressed against me, and to be making out with him. "Good," Rod said. "I'm having fun too." We continued to kiss, oblivious to everything around us. If anyone from the party looked out on the patio, they would have seen us, naked, making out. But somehow, it seemed unlikely that someone would look at us, and even more remote that they would care. Aiden hadn't been bothered at all when Rod and I made out in the car, and I didn't think any of the other men at the party would be concerned either. "You've never had sex with another man, have you?" "No," I said. "As I said. Just sucking cock." "Still a lot of fun," Rod said. "And there's a lot we can do without even having sex." "Oh?" I asked. There was a devilish grin on Rod's face. "You need to show me." "Of course," he said. He was enjoying this, showing me all these new ways to enjoy a man's body. "Have you ever been rimmed before?" "Rimmed?" I asked. "What's that?" "I guess I know the answer now. Grab the railing. Bend over. Don't worry. I know what I am doing." I turned around, grabbed the railing, and did as Rod told me. In front of me, I could see the lights of the city, spread out like a twinkling beacon of a brilliant future.

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.”

CHAPTER 3 – JACE THE WHORE I love watching Brian plow a neg hole. He likes to get a boy on all fours, back arched—the position of total surrender. He grabs a giant handful of the boy’s musclebutt in each hand. Then, after impaling that poor unsuspecting bitch on his fat poz dick, he pulls back to expose the length of his shaft, throwing the full weight of his body into another deep thrust, his stomach and balls smacking hard against the boy’s wide-open hole. More often than not, a full thrust of Brian’s raw dick produces my favorite sound that humans can make: an involuntary primal grunt, emanating from somewhere deep in the gut, like pain and hunger at the same time. When he’s fucking a negboy, Brian pulls out every few minutes to slather more Tina-laced lube on his dick, leaving that hungry hole empty and gaping and slick with toxic precum while the boy whimpers a little louder and reaches back to spread his hole a little wider. With every dose of chems – with every shard of Tina smeared into that twitching fuckhole—the boy’s hunger keeps building, his fears and shames falling away as he gives in to a desperate, almost delirious craving. He starts mumbling incoherently, bits of pigtalk interspersed with sounds that aren’t quite words, but not quite moans either—the primal ravings of a bitch in heat. Before long, he’ll be making sharp backward hip-thrusts, impaling his chemmed-up jockhole at an increasingly rapid clip—smack, slap, slosh—as the skin on his bubble butt grows red from the pounding. If he’s like most boys, he doesn’t stop to ask questions when I put the Tina bong in front of him. By that point, he’s already tweaking on the chems in his butt, so he doesn’t put up a fight. He just wordlessly wraps his mouth around the glass stem, looking up at me with those pitch-black pupils as the bong chamber turns solid white and he eagerly fills his lungs with smoke. With every cloud billowing out of his mouth, he arches his back a little more sharply to elevate his fuckhole a little further toward the ceiling. There’s no question now: his ass is ours. In less than an hour, we’ve managed to transform a nice, upstanding kid into a helpless faggot with a Tina-fueled hunger for dick. I make sure to teach him the basic skills: how to take a nice deep hit, hold his breath for a few moments, and wrap his mouth around my cock before exhaling a thick cloud down the length of my shaft. (“Good boy,” I always say, which he usually answers with a muffled moan.) And while Brian’s cock keeps plunging its full length into that raw cumhole, I look down on our sweet, naïve, fucked-up negboy with a crooked smile of sadistic pride. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s get back to Jace. * * * After getting dressed, I headed back to the pool party. Jace followed just a few steps behind like some kind of forlorn pup. When we rejoined the group near the pool, I gave Brian a little wink. He walked over to Jace, chatted briefly with him, and led him back inside. They were gone for about five minutes. When they returned, Jace looked a little more flushed than before, and Brian was grinning the cockiest of grins. “I took him to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear. “Then I worked a nice big shard of T up inside his butt with my dick. Had to keep my hand over his mouth to keep that bitch from sobbing with pure joy.” “You breed him?” “Not yet. Gotta keep his cunt on edge, you know?” “Good thinking, babe. Now it's my turn.” I turned toward Jace, flashing him a crooked grin before walking back into the house. He followed me to the bathroom. I locked the door behind us. Almost by instinct, he simply turned around, pulled down his swimsuit, and leaned over the toilet to expose his hole. I placed my palm over his mouth and shoved my cock inside him in a single rough thrust. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes and his hole spasmed in pain, but he nodded encouragement. I began pounding his twitching cunt with my raw dick. “Brian and I are heading back home in 5 minutes,” I whispered in his ear. “Cancel your plans. Be at our door in half an hour. Got that, pig?” He nodded again. “Good. Because I know you’re hungry for seed.” I felt a cold shudder run through his body. Goosebumps formed on his back. And then I pulled out, giving his ass a hard smack. “See you soon, faggot.” * * * Almost exactly 30 minutes later, I found Jace standing anxiously at our front door. He looked directly into my eyes and managed a single word: “Please.” I nodded and gestured him inside. Five minutes later, my dick was back inside his raw fuckhole. Brian placed the glass pipe against Jace’s lips and lit the chamber. “I’ll tell you when to inhale,” he said. “You ever play with Tina?” Jace shook his head no. I grunted in appreciation—as far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing hotter than a chempig initiation—and my cock twitched as I delivered a little bump of precum into that boy's newly partied-up butt. Meanwhile, with my cock still lodged deep inside him, I grabbed my phone to call Tristan, our dealer. (I'd been sending him updates throughout the day, so he knew what we'd been up to.) Tristan and I never bothered with formalities. "Please tell me that boy came back," he said when he picked up the phone. "Please tell me you're bringing that hungry hole to me." "Oh, he’s fuckin' ready, dude. In fact, he just blew a giant cloud on Brian's cock. Want him?” "Yes. In fact, I've set aside a very nice reward for you guys. A finder's fee, you might say." “Fuck yeah, bro. We can head that way in a few. He doesn’t have any loads in him yet, so you can be the first.” "Sweet! Get here fast, fucker." And with that, Tristan hung up. I pulled my dick from Jace’s hole, eliciting a truly pathetic whimper. “Don’t you worry, pig,” I said to him. “We’re taking you to meet our friend Tristan. He’s very eager to make a little money off this chemmed-up musclebutt. You ready to be a whore, boy?” “Yes, sir.” “OK, but let's be totally clear about one thing: I didn’t say slut. What did I say?” “You said whore.” “That’s right, boy. I said whore. And by that I mean a literal whore—a trashy fuckin’ pig who eagerly spreads his hole for any dude with a fistful of cash. Got that?” He moaned and reached back to expose his butt, now leaking a steady stream of lube and precum. “That's what I like to see, boy. Now get your fuckin' clothes on.” MORE SOON...

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…