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It’s hard to say what the worst thing about the pandemic is. With all the loss of life and lively hood and misery, there are certainly a lot of contenders for what constitutes “the worst”, but one thing I suspect that most of the readers here can agree upon is this: The loss of bath houses sucks. I remember my last time like it was 9 months ago, because that is when it was…. (if this were a movie, you’d see a slow dissolve, which in the vernacular of film and tv is often used to indicate a flashback) It was a Friday night, early march 2020, Chicago, il. I’d eaten a gummy around 9 pm and gotten my hole cleaned out, the ritual of getting ready for a night at the baths. Scheduling when I ate, when I showered, when I got stoned, when I called an uber (though on this particular Friday night, the writing was already on the wall, so I skipped the uber and just walked the 2.2 KM to Steamworks. ) The line was about normal for the time on a Friday night. 4-5 people in front of me and 4-5 behind by the time it was my turn. "regular room please” I managed to muster, vaguely paranoid that the door person could tell i was fast succumbing to the glory of the gummy. Checked in and ambled past the toweled men up to my room. Wondering which one of the bulges I could make out under their towels would wind up inside me. Got to my room, stripped down to a jock strap and tennis shoes and took a huge hit of poppers and opened the door to wander around. I walked past the sling room and into the 2nd floor fuck bench area. A hairless bottom was being eaten out by a bear while a man in a leather harness used the bottom’s mouth. A crowd of 3-4 was gathered watching and I stood there for a moment before hitting my poppers hoping someone would be emboldened to take that as an invitation. A few seconds later one of the watchers became a man of action as he took my hit and started feeling my ass. By the time he made it to my pre-lubed hole i had hit the poppers again and it was not long before he pushed me to my knees. His towel opened to reveal a fairly hard 6 inch cock. Though I needed no more prodding, it was nice to feel his hand on the back of my head pushing me down on his cock while he watched the show in front of him. By now the bottom on the fuck bench was getting fucked from both ends and very shortly this 6 inch cock grew to 7+ in my mouth. Two hands on my head now as my top begin to fuck my throat. At the first sign of gagging, this top, who obviously was good at this, leaned down and told me to hit my poppers, which I did. Cock back in my mouth now with my nose buried into his belly. Someone felt my wet ass for a moment, but I was distracted so could not tell what was going on around me. I suspect the owner of the cock in my mouth waived off the new person, because a few moments later he grabbed my nipples and pulled me up to stand in front of him, facing away. He whispered in my ear that I should do another hit of poppers, which I complied with as he lined up his wet cock with my wet hole. Still in public, still in view of the fuck bench where a bottom was getting fucked just from one end by now. I bent over slightly with my hands against the wall as he slid inside me. Someone grabbed my nipples and began to work them while this top used my hole. After not nearly long enough the top leaned over and said he did not want to cum yet and he’d find me later. Like Kaiser Sose, he was gone. It took me a second to gather myself (and also, in hopes someone would come replace what he had taken away), but shortly I too left that area in search of cocks and loads. part two, the open door, soon.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I felt him move. Since I am single and normally sleep alone, it took a moment to register what was going on, where I was, and who was in bed with me. It all came flooding back to me and I sat up startled and looked him in the eye. He was already awake. “So, remember me? Begging me for my load? My toxic load? That load that I brushed into your hole? Oh yes, I remember. What have I done? I cautiously said, “Yes, I remember. Is it true? Are you really toxic? He just smiled and kissed me. My hand started to roam his body and I felt his hard on. Damn! My dick started to grow too. He broke the kiss and looked over toward the nightstand. “I thought I saw this earlier. Let’s get some examples.” He picked up a Sharpie that I keep by the bed in case a top wants to write “Slut” or something on my ass. He leaned over and started drawing near my left nipple. I couldn’t really tell what it was at first. But then he moved his hand and I recognized the biohazard sign, spiraling out from my nipple. I was panicking, my heart was racing, and my dick was oozing precum. When he finished, he leaned back to admire his work. “Yes, I think that is a good start. I will let you know if that is where you will be marked, or if I want it somewhere else. But over your heart may be best.” I guess that answers my question. His load that is swimming in my hole must really be toxic. “So, what happens next?” Just as he was about to answer, his phone dinged with a message. He got out of bed and picked up his phone and read the message. “Oh, perfect! Let me take a picture of that and send it to him. Smile.” He quickly took 2 pictures, one full body with my face, and one as a close up of his new artwork. I heard the Whoop sounds of texts being sent. I was really nervous. He just took a picture of my face, showing a biohazard mark on my chest, and sent it to someone. “Wait, don’t I get to say who sees this?” His phone dinged again and he didn’t answer my question. “What was your address again? He wants to come over even though my babies haven’t taken hold yet. But you will like it any way. He brings a lot to the table.” His eyes twinkled. I don’t think I want to know what that means. I didn’t ask any questions. His phone dinged again. “He will be here in a few minutes. Do you happen to have any sounding rods?” “Yes, on the shelf in the closet.” He opened the closet door and looked around. He was looking at my clothes. “You got any clothes that advertise that you are a slut? Jock straps? Sexy underwear? Tshirts with something sexy on it? “Yes, in the drawers over there.” I pointed to the chest of drawers. “You will probably need more. I don’t want guys seeing you in the same thing all the time. And some of it my get ripped if someone gets rough. We can start picking some things out later.” He finds the sounding rods and brings them over to the bed. When he opens up the set, he smiled really big. “You little slut. I knew you were a whore. You are going to really enjoy what I will be showing you. If you have this kind of sounding set, I am betting you have a lot more toys we can use” My mind started racing through multiple thoughts. Who is he? Who is coming over? Is he really toxic? Am I asleep? Why does he want sounding rods? What does this other guy bring to the table? Why am I not resisting any of this? Why can’t I seem to ask any of these questions out loud? I seem to have accepted what he said as basic truth, to be held as an absolute. That’s really not like me. Or, I guess more correctly, that’s really not what I used to be like.

[DO NOT do this at home. It's rape, it's illegal, it's wrong...] Douglas was a walking, talking wet dream. He was 5-11, 160, had short brown hair, and the sexiest brown eyes you've ever seen. He was all toned muscle. No fat on that boy. His shoulders, chest, and abs were the envy of many dudes. He had been on the basketball, swimming, and wrestling teams all four years in high school, and had lettered in all three. He was every girl's dream date and more than one guy's fuck dream. Doug had no idea how sexy he was. He was completely naïve and oblivious. He had dated only a few girls and never had a serious relationship. He rarely went to parties, and, except for the communion wine, avoided alcohol. His Dad was the pastor of a large nondenominational church in Albuquerque; and ever since he could remember, Doug had wanted to follow him into the ministry. He was 19, and had just finished his freshman year at Liberty University, a Christian college in Virginia. On the long trek back to New Mexico, just this side of Amarillo, his Explorer started acting up. He pulled off the highway onto a deserted service road. Poor Doug had one other deficiency—he knew nothing about cars. He was staring vacuously at the steaming engine when a van pulled along side. Horny Chris stared at the Boy for a few moments. Doug was wearing a white tee and tight, faded Levis that highlighted his perfect Bubble Butt. Chris saw the bumper sticker: Liberty University. 'Mmmmmm. Oh my God! A good Christian boy!' Chris was somewhat of a Twink himself. He was 24, and about Doug's height and build, but had blonde hair. Oh, yeah, and Chris was opportunistic, unscrupulous, Gay and POZ. He'd been infected during a night of wild whoring at the Midtown Spa in Dallas, and felt duty bound to induct whomever into the Gay STD Hall of Shame. And he had a special weakness for pretty, young, religious boys like Doug. He glanced in the back of the Explorer and saw that it was filled with luggage. Looked like the Kid was headed home for the summer. "Car trouble?" Chris inquired. "Yeah," Doug acknowledged. "It's stallin' out and overheatin'. I tried to call the Triple-A, but my cell phone doesn't work out here." "Mind if I take a look?" "Sure," Doug said. "Help yourself." "Name's Chris," the newcomer introduced himself. "I'm Doug. Glad to meet you." Chris gave the engine a once-over. "Looks like your radiator fluid's low. It's overheated. You need to let her cool down a bit—then fill her up. I've got some water in the van." "Good," said Doug, reaching for the radiator cap. "No!" cried Chris, pulling Doug's arm back. "You could burn yourself! Give it time to cool down." Doug nodded, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, but I don't want to inconvenience you." "I'm sure you'd do the same for me." A broad grin crossed Dougie's face. "So, you go to Liberty University?" "Yeah, you heard of it?" "My cousin went there a few years ago." The so-called cousin had flunked out. "I'm studying to be a minister. My dad has a church in Albuquerque." Doug was clearly excited about his calling, while Chris's mind was already in the gutter. "Wanna join me in the van while we're waitin? Cooler in there." "Love to!" the Boy agreed. Chris smiled at the Kid's enthusiasm and wondered if the Punk would still "love to" later on. He rummaged in the back and returned with a couple open Cokes. "Thanks," Doug said, gulping down the brew. "Oh man, that tastes good. I didn't realize how thirsty I was." He took one swig and then another. Within a minute the soft drink was gone. "Whoa!" Doug exclaimed. "I think I got too much sun out there. My head is spinning." "You all right?" Chris sounded concerned. "Wanna lie back? The seat reclines." "Yeah, thanks." Doug pressed a button that eased back the seat. His eyes were drooping, and his speech was slurred. He had no clue that Chris had spiked his Coke with GHB. "Hey man, you okay?" Chris sounded far away. Doug's head was swimming. He felt dizzy. His eyes were heavy, and he had no inclination to reply. "Here, let me help you into the back so you can lie down," Chris offered, dragging the drugged young man out of his seat. Overtaxed from all the dead weight, Chris positioned the insensate Youth on an air mattress with pillows to prop him up. He busied himself setting up a video cam while Douglas flaked in cuckoo land. With preparations well in hand, Chris turned to court the oblivious Young Man. He unzipped his fly and hauled out his 8 inches. "Hey, buddy, wanna protein shake?" He ran his Dick back and forth across Doug's handsome face and over his lips, leaving a trail of Precum glistening on his new Boyfriend’s face. "Nnnnnn... " Doug moaned, barely cognizant of what was up. Chris slipped his index finger in the Young Man’s mouth, prying his jaw open, and slid his fat, dripping Cock into the dazed Stud's mouth. With one hand on the back of Dougie's head, he began to fuck his Playmate's face. The Kid had no conception what was going down. Chris pulled his Dick from Dougie's throat, reached in his gym bag, and pulled out his Poppers. He held the bottle to the Youth's nose. "Come on," Chris coaxed. "Take a nice deep breath." The Teen inhaled, and his body shuddered. Bingo! Chris quickly switched the bottle to the other nostril and instructed Doug to sniff again. The high-as-a-kite Youngster did as he was told, and was soon floating on Cloud Nine. A low guttural moan escaped his lips. For good measure, Chris administered a couple more hits. Then he took his own half-empty can of Coke, and topped it off with whisky. He placed it to the Young Man's lips and made the young Teetotaler imbibe. Doug reflexively tried to spit it out, but Chris forced him to swallow. Having rarely consumed alcohol before, in congress with the Poppers and GHB, the Boy was totally fucked up. Chris shoved his Cock back down Dougie's throat, grabbed his ears, and began to fuck his face in earnest. When he felt his Balls begin to boil, he pulled out, jerked a few more times, and spewed his Noxious Load right onto Dougie's pretty face. Seven spurts hit Doug dead on. There was Jizz in his hair, his eyes, and on his lips and chin. Some dribbled down his tee. Chris scooped up some of the Toxic Spooge, and, with his nails, dug it into Dougie's inner cheeks and gums. "Be a good boy and take your medicine. Daddy wants so to give you AIDS." Chris slid Doug down till he lay prone and quickly re-aimed the video cam. He pulled off the Young Hunk's tee and marveled at the smooth chest, pointy Nips, and chiseled Abs. He leaned down and sucked and bit the manly Tits, nibbling at them real good. "Unhhhhh... Ooooohhh... Mmmmmm..." the inebriated Freshman moaned. Chris watched the Stud's Cock-Bulge balloon. "Oh yeah, I bet you're still a Virgin." Tweaking and twisting his Victim's Nips, he blew in his ear and licked his lobes. "Oooooh.......Noooooo...." Doug moaned, half conscious of the stimuli and how his body was responding. He may have been thinking no, but his tumescent Shaft sure as hell was nodding yes! Chris frenched him and kept up the titty torture. Within seconds Doug began to kiss him back. Oh yeah...a guy's a guy and a mouth's a mouth—Gay or Straight—it doesn't matter. Chris played tonsil-hockey with his Drugged-Up Play Thing a few more minutes. He traced his finger across the Student's lips, down to the waistband of his jeans. He tongued Doug's belly button and once again nibbled on those perky, pouty Nips. "Ahhhhhh!" Doug gasped, trying to push Chris away; but the besotted Youth was too far gone, and Chris had no trouble pinning him. He grabbed a rope from his gym bag, tied Doug's wrists above his head, then continued torturing the Cunt. He unbuttoned the Boy's jeans and slid the zipper down. Poor Dougie’s Cock was well-endowed but under-nourished, and the Kid's hard Rod jumped appreciatively as Chris slobbered on his Cock and Balls. Chris lifted Dougie's Ass and stripped his jeans completely off. Doug's legs were tanned and muscular, with a light smattering of hair. He fingered the Boy's quivering Pussy and felt it spasm beneath his touch. The Youth was totally at his mercy, his body screaming FUCK ME!—or so it seemed. With the video cam already catching every nuance of the Boy's enthrallment, Chris grabbed a digital camera and began to shoot pic after pic of the naked, aroused Nymph. Besides the carnal pleasure, Chris stood to make a few bucks off the Kid. He'd knew exactly which web sites to post the Teasers on. And the video—wow! He could make a mint off of that—once guys realized it wasn't fake. After taking several Polaroids specifically meant for DEO—Doug's Eyes Only (for Chris was fond of acronyms), he ran his hands over the dazed Teen's chiseled Bod, twisting his Nips and engulfing the Young Twink's out-of-control Joystick in the warm, wet recesses of his mouth and throat. Shit! The Kid's Precum was so saccharin and crystal clear. He couldn't wait to contaminate it with his own POZ Spooge. For on more than one occasion Chris had used the BUG to bond with another man, and Doug was just the latest to fall victim to his wiles. He placed Doug's legs on his broad shoulders and lifted his sweet, tight Target off the mattress. He slid his index finger up the Virgin Pussy and wiggled it against his Prostate. The Man Child began to buck and moan. He gave the Kid another hit of Poppers and another shot of booze. It was time to teach the Preacher's Son a lesson. Shucking off his own jeans and briefs, Chris lubed up his Dick with Jizm from the Christian's Cummy Face AND RAMMED IT UP THE VIRGIN'S ASS. Doug screamed in pain as Chris reamed his nigh unlubricated Chute. Chris fed the Youth more Poppers, which he readily accepted—perhaps because, subconsciously, he knew they helped. Chris continued to fuck Doug for the next half hour, grinding his own POZ SPOOGE into the Innocent's Ass Walls. The Kid got fucked till his abraded Sphincter was caked with Cum and Blood and Stools. In a single afternoon the straight-laced Christian Fundamentalist had been transformed into a wretched Faggot Cum Dump. The sun was setting, and Chris dragged the Youth, clad only in his birthday suit, over to his SUV, and dumped him in. He stashed two plastic gallon jugs beside the wheel well, along with an envelope containing a few choice Polaroids and a note warning that if he discussed their little affaire de coeur with anyone, he'd be the next Gay Poster Boy. Yeah—like Chris wasn't already intending to cash in; but he figured Doug would be so ashamed, he'd never tell a soul. Chris looked down at the somnolent, defiled Youth stretched across the bench seat of the SUV. It gets cool in the desert after dark, and the falling temp would wake the Young Man up for sure. He wondered, now that Doug had had his first exposure to Gay Sex, the only sex he'd ever known, if he'd cum back for more. And then there was the matter of his Special Seed. Had Chris succeeded in breeding the Boy? Alas, he'd never know. The fading roar of Chris's engine caused the inebriated Youth to stir. His eyes fluttered, blinded by the brilliant oranges of the setting desert sun. His head ached so bad. So did his Ass. He fell back asleep and dreamt erotic fantasies about some guy named Chris.

I'm 25 and just had my first raw experience last week. I'm 5'8" and 190 lbs, with a stocky/muscular build, and a tight bubble butt that guys love to eat. I'd been fucked before, but always safe. I loved the feeling of a cock in my ass, the thought of a guy dominating me always gets me rock hard! I'd always used the internet to hookup with guys. I thought it was safer since I could talk to the guy beforehand. I had Friday off and started looking online for some fun. Craigslist, manhunt, and squirt. The usual. I wasn't getting many hits since there weren't many guys online during the middle of the day. I started watching some porn. Treasure Island Media, bareback gangbang porn. This shit always gets me off. I got so horny and I randomly clicked on the cruising tab on squirt and started checking out the local cruising scene. I'd thought about cruising in public before, but never had the balls to try. But I was so damn horny, especially after edging! What's the worst that could happen? I looked up a local park downtown, got the address on my phone, and headed out. The bus ride only took about 20 minutes, and I was nervous the whole time. I'd never done anything like this before. I'd read up online how to cruise, signals and stuff to look for. I walked down some stairs to get to the park, and saw a grouping of trees in front of me. There were two trails, one looked like it lead to an open area where families were having a picnic, and the other led deeper into the park. I took trail number two, and walked about a hundred meters. There were trails opening up on either side of me as I walked, but I kept going straight. I came to a clearing with two picnic tables. There was a guy lying with his shirt off on one of them. I stopped and checked him out. He was in his late 30's, blond and had an average build with some body hair. I slowly walked by, and glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I saw his head prop up and could see him looking at me. Was he cruising? Or just tanning? I walked to the end of the clearing and glanced back once. He was staring at me. I got rock hard, but kept walking. Fuck it, I thought. I turned back around and went back to the trail I came in from. He got up from the table and followed me. Oh fuck, this is actually happenining! I didn't know what to do! So I kept walking, turning down a side path. I walked slowly, to see if he would come up behind me. He kept walking straight down the path though, and didn't turn when I did. I thought about turning around and following him, but decided to keep going. I came to another clearing, this one was smaller, with no picnic tables. I saw another guy lying on a towel on the ground tanning. This was the guy I wanted! He was just my type. He was in his 40's, with salt and pepper hair and a trimmed moustache. He had a stocky, but solid build, with a treasure trail leading from his pecs down to his tummy. He was wearing a pair of blue square cut trunks that showed off what looked like a hefty package. I took out a towel from my backpack and spread it out on the ground. I started to slowly undress, shaking the whole time, and tried looking at the guy out of the corner of my eye. His eyes looked like they stayed closed. Damn. Ah well, I finished stripping down to my underwear, a pair of skimpy black briefs. I lied on my stomach and tried to relax. I felt like I was still shaking. I whipped out my phone and hopped on grindr. Nobody close by. Damn. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun on my body. I opened my eyes at one point and looked over. The hottie was looking at me, then he turned away. I hopped back on my phone. Ding ding ding! 0 meters away, there he was! I had hoped he was gay, and sure enough he was. I immediately hit him up with a 'Hi.' Not the greatest opener I know, but I was still nervous and couldn't come up with anything better. A few seconds of staring at my phone and he replied with 'Hi.' Yes! We chatted back and forth for a bit. His name was Dave, and he usually came here to tan, since it was relatively private. He asked what I was doing here, and told him I read about the park online and came to check it out. 'Check it out for what? ' There it was. Tell the truth, or come up with something lame. Here it was. 'Check out the cruising scene.' 'Yeah boy?' Oh god I love it when older guys call me boy. 'Yeah' I said. 'Check out what I've got for you.' I looked over at him and he grabbed his cock. I hadn't noticed til now, but he was rock hard. He looked down at his cock, then over to me. 'I want to suck you boy.' 'Yes Sir' I replied. I asked if he was a top or bottom. 'Top, but I don't want to fuck today.' Ah well, at least I'll get a blowjob. 'Follow me.' He put his towel away, and I followed suit. I sarted to put my clothes back on, when he walked over and told me to leave them off. 'You won't be needing them for what we're doing.' I put my clothes in my backpack, and followed him down a trail. I stayed back a few feet, but close enough to see him. After a few twists and turns we came to a clearing in the brush. I came in and Dave already had his towel down on the ground. I put mine down next to his. 'So you ever done it in public before?' 'No, this is my first time.' He growled, walked over to me, grabbed the back of my head, and forced his mouth against mine. My nerves had calmed down, and I forgot we were outside. We were both rock hard at this point. He started grinding his cock against mine in our underwear while we kissed deeply. 'I want your cock boy.' He knelt down and pulled my underwear down, exposing my 6" uncut cock. I was leaking precum, and he growled again when he saw it. He started rubbing his index finger and thumb along the tip of my cock, and I shivered with pleasure. He looked up at me and smiled, then wrapped his mouth around my cock. Oh fuck he was good! He gently probed the tip with his tongue, and I started moaning. After a few minutes he pulled back, and then went to work on my shaft. Up and down he licked, caressing with his tongue. He made his way down to my shaved balls and took them one at a time in his mouth. I felt like I was going to shoot then and there. He pulled back eventually, and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did as he instructed, and he got down behind me. He cupped my ass with his hands and let out a 'fuck yeah boy! What a sweet ass you've got.' I felt his tongue slowly start to probe my quivering hole. 'You like that?' Oh god yes! I couldn't even reply, I just moaned in pleasure. He chuckled to himself, and drove his tongue deeper in my hole. I started to jack myself off, and he grabbed my cock. 'Not yet boy, I want that load.' I don't know how long he rimmed me for. I was in ecstacy the whole time. Eventually though he grabbed my legs and flipped me over so that I was lying on my back. He raised my legs and kept working my hole over with his tongue. He went back and forth between my hole and my cock, teasing each one with his tongue. 'Fuuuuuck, you've got such a great ass!' 'Do you want to fuck me? I've got a condom in my backpack.' I reached over, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them to the ground. We locked gazes, and I saw something in his eyes. Something primal and raw. What had my ass unleashed in him? He pressed his lips against mine, more forcefully this time. His tongue thrust down my throat, and I tried to moan. He leaned back and looked me over. 'You asked before if I was a top or bottom. You know what I am, but what are you?' I told him I was a bottom, and he grinned. 'Bet you've wanted this in you the whole time eh boy?' He pointed down to his erect cock, still hidden behind his trunks. I could only nod. He stood up and took them off. His cock sprang to attention. It was 7 or 8 inches cut, and thick like a pop can, with a big mushroom head. I'd only ever seen a cock like this in porn. I couldn't take my eyes off it! He licked his hand, and began rubbing his cock. Then he grabbed my legs, pushed my legs back, and spat on my hole. Fuck that was hot! He tongued it for a bit, and I reached again for the condom in my bag. He grabbed my hand with his and growled. He leaned in to kiss me, and pressed his throbbing cock against my tight hole. We kept kissing, and he kept teasing my hole with his cock. Eventually he started to press harder, and the tip of his cock went in me. There was a short, sharp burst of pain and I winced. 'Shhhh, it's ok. Just breathe.' For a moment I realized I'm in the middle of a park, with some guy I just met, and he just put his cock in me bare. 'Wait,' I said breathlessly. 'I have a condom-' 'Doesn't matter boy. My cock's already in you.' And it was. He had slowly thrust his shaft in me. 'Please don't come in me ok? I've never been fucked without a condom on before.' 'Alright boy. But I can guarantee by the end of this you'll be begging for me to breed you.' I didn't know how right he would be. He slowly pulled out, and pushed back in, working up a rhythm. He started to go faster, and I started to moan loudly. He pulled back and readjusted us, so that he could slam his cock in me. I moaned louder. 'Wait,' I said again. I shouldn't be doing this, but it felt so good. He reached over and grabbed his trunks, then shoved them in my mouth. They tasted salty from his sweat and being outside tanning. He pinned my arms down and thrusting furiously back and forth in me. My moans were muffled by Dave's trunks. He let out a deep throaty growl and thrust so deeply in my I thought I was going to cum then and there. 'You going to be a good boy for daddy now?' I nodded. He took the trunks out of my mouth and leaned in to kiss me. 'I'm close boy, get ready for it.' Dave's head rolled back and he looked up at the sky, then back down to me. 'Your ass is so sweet boy. I wasn't going to fuck today, but when I started eating you I knew I had to breed it.' There was that word again, breed. 'Once I've got my cock in someone there's no pulling out. You're going to take my load. You ready for it?' I nodded and told him to breed me. A few thrusts later and Dave let out a furious growl. He placed his body close to mine and I could feel it shudder. He was cumming in me! And it felt so good! He stayed pressed up against me for a while, kissing me. He eventually pulled out, and his cum started to drip out. It must have been a pretty big load. 'Fuck boy that was good.' I nodded in agreement and just lay there. 'Your turn boy.' He knelt down and went to work on my cock. I shot almost immediately into his mouth, and he swallowed every last drop. He lay down next to me, and held me in his arms. I didn't realize it, but we had both been sweating furiously. He told me he was clean, and not to worry. I nodded and told him the same. He ended up fucking me again, getting me to ride him, and shot a second load in me. We exchanged numbers, and hopefully I will see him again soon. I never expected that my first time cruising in public would also be the first time I was fucked raw. Who knows, maybe I'll try bareback again soon.

Hopped on A4A running errands, a familiar profile pops up with a message. His uncut cock looks perfect, but it's at weird angles. He agrees to meet. He comes out, takes me in through the window next to the front door, and I'm in a sex den. We both strip and he hands me poppers. I get to work on his dark uncut cock, 7x6 and offer I'd just cleaned out if he wanted to fuck me. He fingered me twice as I offered him my ass, then he stood up and guided me onto the bed where I spread out, popped my ass out and took his pounding for about 10 minutes. "Can I breed you?" he asked "oh yes, fuck yes, please breed me" was my reply. He pumped into me at least a dozen times, and kept pulsing as he got soft. I can't wait for another load from him.

I can still feel it in me. It's kinda scary, but everytime I think about a throbbing cock entering me bare I get rock hard. I still haven't mustered up the nerve to go to a bathhouse, and am loving public exhibitionism. It's starting to get cold here, so I can't go outside back to the park I took my first load in. I decided to try my luck tonight at a pool's sauna. I'd read about guys hooking up there on craigslist, mostly jerking off, so I figured why not give it a shot. I went about an hour before the sauna closed. After cooking for about 20 minutes in the sauna alone I took a shower, and headed back into the sauna. I wasn't alone this time. Bit of a stocky cub, mid 30's, he had some scruff on his face, a bushy brown hairy chest, and what looked like a cut cock in his wet white speedos. Score! I love stocky guys, and I love speedos. Even better when the two are combined I tried not to stare for too long, not that he appeared to notice. He was lying on his back with one arm behind his head. I sat down fairly close to him. What harm could it do? His cock looked gorgeous in his wet speedos. Looked like he had quite the set of balls on him too. He caught me staring a couple times, whenever he looked over I would quickly look away. At one point I swear his cock looked like it was getting bigger. It was hard to tell though since I wasn't wearing my glasses. I got fairly hard quickly. I had worn my own speedo, black with a blue stripe on the side. It has a built in cock ring, so everything was enhanced. I decided to try my luck, and lay down in a similar position to him, on my back on a lower tier. If he wanted to he could look down and see my entire body, raging hardon and all. Problem was I couldn't see much unless I lifted my head. I think I was lying down for less than a minute when I heard some shuffling. Then I felt something rubbing against my foot. I almost jumped. I looked down and he was stroking my foot softly, with a grin on his face. His other hand reached into his speedos and brought out his cock. He started stroking it, and it looked fairly thick. I whipped my own cock out and we started to jerk off together. We both sat up and started kissing for awhile. I kept glancing over at the door to the sauna, worried that someone might come in. He could sense I was nervous, and he told me not to worry, that there weren't many people left in the pool this close to closing. What the hell, I thought. I went down on him and he started to moan. He was precumming, and I licked every drop up. I started to work his shaft and balls, then he pulled me up and kissed me again. He glanced at the door, then back to me. He stood up quickly, and I thought he heard someone coming, so I started to pull up my speedos. He chuckled and held my hands down. He stood up, got behind me, pulled down my speedos all the way, and started rimming me. Oh god it felt great. He got up and asked me if he could fuck me. I asked him if he was clean, and he said yeah. I guess he took that as a yes, because then I felt his cock press up against my hole. I haven't taken a cock this thick before, and there was quite a bit of pain when he started pushing in. I tried to relax, and he pulled back a bit. He spit on my ass, then on his cock, and tried again. He managed to work his way in a bit, and I tried not to call out in pain. He pressed my body close to his and whispered in my ear to relax. Slowly he eased it in all the way. He wasn't very long which helped. He grabbed on to my hips and started thrusting in and out. He didn't fuck me for long when I felt his body shudder. I could tell he was cumming and I started freaking out. I was in a sauna in a public pool with some stranger cumming in my ass. It was the same terror I felt the first time I took a load, but the fear didn't last as long. It was honestly probably only a fleeting moment, but it still happened. When he was done he pressed himself close to me. We were both sweating profusely from the heat in the sauna. I felt something dripping out of my ass and figured he must have shot a pretty big load in me. I jerked off and came almost instantly. He smiled at me, kissed me, and left. I waited in the sauna for a few minutes, then showered and came home. I can still feel the load in me while I'm typing this. I'm hoping it'll get easier mentally to take loads in the future. This has been a great night all in all.

First, I don’t think that I chose being fag. I was born to be. Second, I don’t see the connection between kneeling before a man and my self-dignity. Feel that man lucky because I am going to suck his dick. I know that I can give such a pleasure for guys that I feel generous for sharing my services. LoL Okay, sometimes I’m sub and let to humiliate me and then I don’t think to my self-dignity. But in these times the pleasure is so high that the lack of dignity doesn’t matter.

Who wants to see the lad i fucked just now

It was late. I was horny. Way too common to joke about. I thought about watching some porn, but I knew that I needed the real thing to be able to go to sleep. So I grabbed my phone and logged into the apps. I scrolled through some profiles, sending Woofs, Smiles, Taps. Whatever that particular app called for. After a few minutes, I got a message notification. It was a simple “Hello.” I looked through his profile. Nice torso pic. Hot bulge pic. Couldn’t host, needed to travel. Top. Two miles away. “Hey, how are you?” I replied. I think it is odd that we play this dance on hook up apps. We are there to get laid. I don’t really care how he is, but I play by the unwritten rules. His response broke the rules. Refreshing. “Hey man, I am really horny. I haven’t had sex in a while. Been too busy to jerk off too. I like your profile and pics. I need to travel. But I don’t have time for a lot of back and forth emails. What do you think?” What the hell. I am horny. He is horny. His pics are hot. His stats are good. “Yeah, let’s meet. I can host. Bottom here.” I send him my address. After a short wait, he says that he can be there in 15 minutes. Great. I put on my normal hook-up attire, a pair of tight gym shorts, no underwear, tshirt. I have somewhat of a bubble butt and I show a decent bulge. Might as well show off what I have. The doorbell rings and I open the door. I am somewhat surprised at how good looking he is. Classically handsome. Some well manicured scruff. Great smile. His tshirt is straining against his pecs and biceps. And his shorts are showing a bigger bulge than his pics showed. I invite him in and we kiss as soon as the door is closed. Once we break the kiss, I grab his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. We start kissing again as we take each other’s clothes off, breaking the kiss only to lift our shirts over our heads. He gently pushes me backwards onto the bed. He crawls between my legs (yes, I have my knees bent to give non-verbal permission to access my hole). We kiss for a few minutes while exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. He then whispers in my ear to roll over and he lifts his weight off me just enough so that I can move. Once I settle on my stomach, he reaches over to the nightstand to get some lube. I hear him greasing up his dick. I think to myself, Wow, he really is horny and not wasting any time. He didn’t ask for a condom. I am on PrEP and don’t normally ask a guy to use a condom either. He is greasing his dick with his left hand. He braces himself on his right hand which is just above my shoulder. He leans forward as he lines up his dick with my hole. Just as he pops inside, he whispers in my ear, “I’m poz.” But he doesn’t stop entering me. He pushes in a few inches. “Are you undetectable?” “Nope” He pushes in a little more. My hole is not cooperating. It should be trying to push him out. “Wait! Are you….toxic?” “Yes, I am.” My mind races. This is kind of why I take PrEP. Just in case I have sex with a poz guy who for whatever reason isn’t undetectable. But do I want to have sex with a guy who knows he is toxic? I feel him push a little and bottoms out. I moan in pleasure. Damn! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much. I should tell him to pull out so that I can find a condom. He starts to pull his dick back out, but stops when just the tip is still inside. “By the way, my strains are Truvada resistant.” And with that, he slams back inside me. I want to protest, but the piston action of his dick takes over my mind. I hear myself moan in pleasure. I feel my hole completely relax and let him in as deep as possible. I am lost in lust. He fucks me like that for a few minutes. The more he fucks me, the hornier I get. He pulls out and tells me get on my back. I roll over and put my legs on his shoulders. He aligns his dick and goes back inside me. He is standing on his knees, fucking me hard. “You know you want it. I want you to look at me. Tell me you want my load. Beg me for it.” I couldn’t resist. “Yes! Please yes. Breed me. I need your cum deep inside my hole.” “No! You know what to beg for. You PrEP whores are all the same. Bugchasers at heart. Beg!” “Please! Shoot your toxic load inside me. Get me pregnant. Breed me with your toxic cum. Make me poz. I want your seed.” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. Even more, I couldn’t believe that I meant it. And with that, he let out a loud growl and thrust his dick deep inside. I could tell he was cumming. Pulse after pulse, he was delivering his seed. His DNA. His HIV. I came. I hadn’t touched my dick at all. Normally, I stay soft when I get fucked. But I was rock hard. My cum shot across my chest, all the way up to my neck. It was a huge load. We both finally started to come down from our fuck high. He looked at the cum on my chest and smiled. “I knew you wanted it.” He stayed inside me and leaned over to kiss me. I felt connected to him. It was weird. He breaks the kiss and pulls out of my hole. He gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I hear him open the medicine cabinet, but it doesn’t register with me. I am still floating a little from a great fuck. He gets back in bed and I feel something enter me again. “This will help. I got your toothbrush out of your bathroom.” I reach down, grab the back of my knees, and pull them to my chest. He has full access. He brushes my hole for a while, then stops, leaving my toothbrush sticking out of my ass. “Here’s what is going to happen. I am your poz daddy now. I will breed you until you get poz test results. I need a poz bottom to whore out. I have some tops that want to get infected but don’t want to bottom. Total tops. They will fuck you until they get what they want. Of course, meds are not an option for you.” “Yes Sir. I understand.” I can't believe that I had transformed that quickly. And that easily. He pulled the toothbrush out of my hole and tickled my opening with his finger. “I really hadn’t shot a load in a few days. You got a lot.” I smiled. He laid down beside me and I cuddled up to him. We both drifted off to sleep.

The first time I sucked a cock was in the back room of a porn store in downtown Vancouver. I’d been there before but this time I went specifically because I wanted to suck a cock. I don’t really remember the specifics of how I ended up sucking the guy i sucked, but I remember being on my knees in the booth and I remember being SO turned on that I was ACTUALLY doing this thing I’d been fantasizing about. I also still remember the taste of his cum and how it lingered in my mouth even after I swallowed. Even though he did cum I don’t think I was a very good cocksucker right away. I got better through trial and error and I learned to deep-throat more recently by practicing with dildos. I think the only way to learn to give a blowjob is to just do it. A lot.

I met him on mh this morning and we exchanged numbers and arranged for him to cum to my apartment tonight. I’m excited because he wants me to wear a mask but mentioned not a word about condoms. He also let me know he is on prep and recently tested negative. I’m pretty sure he wants to put his cum in me and breed me. I will log back in tonight after he leaves to share the details. 😘

i am falling ever faster and harder into the darkness. want to take someone with me.

l make sure my whores are so submissive that they are willing to have anything done to them no matter how degrading. That's a prerequisite to being a usable whore. A faggot can't have standards, pride, shame, rules, limits or self respect. lt has to be willing to let men use it, whore it out, pass it around, degrade it, violate it and generally treat it like a worthless fuckhole. A faggot needs to know that what it likes is irrelevant and that it exists to be used up.

Cumshots. It just won't stop. Was my 2nd wank in a row

"When we'd all calmed down, Walt said that Mary had the foresight to make her final wishes known. They'd bought a cemetery plot at Memorial Gardens and she wanted a simple graveside service. Maureen would get her jewelry and any clothing she wanted, with the remainder to be donated to charity. I offered to call the cemetery but Walt said that he needed to do it and excused himself to go into the living room. Maureen selected about 10 of Mary's most beautiful dresses and she also picked out a picture of Mary when she was healthy for me to borrow. Returning from the living room, Walt said the funeral would take place in 2 days, Saturday at 12:30 PM and they'd be sending a car to pick Mary up. There were other things to be done and I assured Walt and Maureen that I'd handle them. Some 15 minutes later, they came for Mary and we said our goodbyes before they took her with care. Excusing myself, I went back to my place where I created a notice of Mary's passing along with the necessary information which I'd post in the bulletin board in the lobby. Satisfied that it was appropriate, I printed it out and posted it on the bulletin board before setting out on my errands. First stop was a print shop, where I arranged for the picture of Mary to be enlarged to portrait size and I bought an easel for display and have it delivered to my place the next day. Next was the Double Deuce, where I spoke to the owner about setting up a reception after the funeral at my condo. Surprisingly, he said he'd supply the beer and booze at cost and no charge for the ice and barware because he couldn't make a profit from someone's death and he'd come midmorning to set up and also supply the food, thus saving me another trip. Maureen texted me to come to Walt's and dinner had been ordered. I got back and found the door ajar. Walt explained that people were stopping by to convey their condolences. Of course, it came as no surprised since Mary was quite beloved. Maureen informed me that a dozen people were coming in from out of town and all were staying at the local hotel and she arranged extra limousines for them aside from the one for the 3 of us. Dinner arrived and we ate in relative silence. More people stopped in to pay their respects and at 10 PM, I locked the door and went back to my unit. The next morning, I awoke early and bought coffee and pastries for 3, ordering the same to be delivered the next day. We ate breakfast together, reminiscing. More of the residents stopped by and Maureen said Mary would approve of us indulging in burgers, fries and shakes for lunch, so I went to a local fast food joint. Later in the day, I got to meet family and friends, with Walt introducing me as the son who came to them late in life and Maureen calling me her bro. Dinner was chicken parmigiana and pasta with pesto sauce which Maureen cooked. We made an early night of it and back at my unit, I opened the enlargement of Mary's portrait, which had arrived earlier and placed it on the easel. The next morning, I showered and joined Walt and Maureen for breakfast. Back at my place, I changed into a dark suit and before long, the guy from the Double Deuce arrived and while he went to work setting up, I put the easel with Mary's portrait in the entryway. Down on the ground floor, Walt was in a black suit and Maureen was in what I knew to be one of Mary's favorite dresses. It was subdued and elegant without being ostentatious. 'I'd packed a black dress, but this makes me feel close to Mom' She explained. Walt and I gave her our approval. Soon, the limousine arrived and it was a short drive to the cemetery. A mahogany casket, Mary's choice sat atop the grave. Others began to arrive and they filed by us. Promptly at 12:30 the service began. First the Priest offered a few prayers and then Walt, Maureen and I spoke briefly about how we loved Mary and what she meant to us. After the casket was lowered, I announced the reception would be held at my place. To be continued

We actually have the electoral college because the slave states wanted to ensure that slavery would be protected, and thus they refused to sign onto the Constitution until (a) the idea of giving every state two senators, regardless of size, and placing that provision outside the amendment process, was included; (b) the House was apportioned by counting enslaved people, who could not vote, albeit at a 40% discount; and (c) having the president selected by electors, who equaled in number the senators and representatives from a state. This meant that after the first census (in 1790), VA ended up with 19 House seats and 21 electors, while PA only had 13 House seats and 15 electors, even though it had virtually the same number of men eligible to vote. It's also true that we have a republic, but a republic is a FORM of democracy. "Republic" means simply that we elect people who make most of the decisions of governance for us, as opposed to having a referendum on every single thing that comes up (we'd be voting full-time if we did). It never was about people being "very smart" or "well read"; you could vote for Congress if you were a free white male over the age of majority (with the additional qualification, in some states, of owning some form of property). Rather, the "official" justification for the electoral college was that the candidates for president would likely not be known to anyone outside their home state area, and thus state legislatures, who would know the most widely traveled residents of the state, could use them as electors to then choose the president. In reality, once political parties formed - which happened during Washington's second term and which permeated the 1796 election between Adams and Jefferson - identifying with a particular state was no longer the issue; it was which party backed the candidate. And as for slavery preservation being the basis for the EC: look at the results for the first twelve races: 1788 - Washington (slave state) wins 1792 - Washington (slave state) wins 1796 - Adams (free state) wins, but only barely 1800 - Jefferson (slave state) wins 1804 - Jefferson (slave state) wins 1808 - Madison (slave state) wins 1812 - Madison (slave state) wins 1816 - Monroe (slave state) wins 1820 - Monroe (slave state) wins 1824 - Adams (free state) wins, but not via the EC. 1828 - Jackson (slave state) wins 1832 - Jackson (slave state) wins There's a reason all those presidents from slave states kept winning. The votes of white slaveholders and their fellow state residents counted for a lot more than those of white free men in non-slave states, because of how the electors were apportioned. In any event: in the 21st century, the excuse that people wouldn't know the candidates is ridiculous, as is the notion that electors would exercise independent judgment to keep lowlifes out of the White House (see, for instance, the 2016 election). There's no reason the vote of a person in Wyoming should count for more than three times what the vote of a person in California should (or, to flip the party issues: the vote of a person in Rhode Island shouldn't count for three times what the vote of a person in Texas does).

6. Dance with the Devil "Those boots do great things for your ass," Jon said. He was walking down the hall, now fully dressed with a dark red harness, a matching cod piece, and a pair of aggressive motorcycle boots. His chest was airbrushed lightly in red, and there was a bit of devil make-up as well. He was hot. "Thank you," I stammered. I was trying not to stare too much. I would sell my soul to have him fuck me. Jon turned to Leo. "You want to find Cal in the kitchen. He'll want the supplies. I'll take our boy?" "Right on," Leo said. "Head's in the clouds," he said, as he gently pushed me towards Jon. I was a bit scared. I was high and very horny, and I wasn't sure I wanted Jon to know that about me. "Breed him?" Jon asked. He grabbed on to front of my harness and pulled me towards him. "Got Leo's load in you?" he whispered. "Yeah, he does," Leo said. "He's got a hungry hole." I blushed, but Jon just leaned in and kissed me. As we kissed, his free hand reached around and started to explore my hole. "Wet," he said, before continuing kissing me. I was wet, and his finger pressed in easily. "Hot," he said. He pulled his finger out. "Plenty of time for that later," he said, and motioned for me to follow him. I followed him; he took me to the living room. There was a small dance floor set up, looking out over the Hollywood Hills, with the sign in the distance. There were maybe ten men on the dance floor, about a third of them younger guys, like me. The rest were muscular older men like Jon. They were all in various stages of costume and dress, although everyone was in some degree of leather. I was staring at one boy. He had goat horns, and a pentagram painted on his chest. He looked familiar, but he was blindfolded. Despite not being able to see, he was still bent over as a leather-clad, muscular half-man, half-robot fucked him. Finally, I recognized it was Seth. "Yeah," Jon said, noticing my sudden shock. "He's a hungry boy. Just like you." He pulled me close to him, as I watched Seth get fucked. "And that's JP," he said, pointing out the Borg fucking Seth. "Not that Seth cares who fucks him." "Hi," a soft voice said beside me. I turned, and saw a tall, skinny, furry boy. The only thing he had on was a pair of heavy leather boots. "Oh, great. This is James, our G-boy," Jon said. "Aren't you, James?" "Yeah," he said. "What do you want?" "Kenta's probably due for .8. And I'll do 1.2," Jon said. "And you need to do some as well." The music was deep, and thumping, but it was still easy to talk. "So, .8, 1.2, and 1.4," James said. "Perfect," Jon answered, and turned his attention back to me. I was starting to sway in time with the beat, feeling the animal power of the music. "You wanna dance with the devil?" I looked over Jon. I noticed he had99 written over his stomach. I couldn't remember it if had always been there. Below it was a biohazard tattoo. Everything seemed suddenly so dangerous. There were warning signs, but it was also still a Halloween party. There was nothing to be scared of. "Yeah," I said. "I'd love to." "Good," Jon said. He grabbed my by the harness again, and pulled me onto the dance floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Seth. He was still bent over and blindfolded, but JP-as-the-Borg had disappeared, and there was now a man in greasy coveralls fucking him. Jon spun me around, my back against his chest, and wrapped a thick arm around, holding me in place. There were maybe ten or twelve men dancing. The area wasn't that big, so we were all pressed together. Most of the men had little more than a piece or two of leather on. It accentuated their muscles and their strength. There were a few boys like me, younger, smooth, and slim. Each had found an older man or two, and had the distinctive dance of a boy being fucked. "Like what you see?" Jon whispered into my ear. I felt his leather cod piece rub up against my hole. "Yeah," I whispered, just loudly enough for him to hear. The entire situation seemed both impossible and inevitable. There were so many men, so many erect members, and we were all there for sex. "It's really hot." "Let's get this out of the way," Jon said. He reached down and pulled off the cod piece. His stuck out straight, erect, and like a heat-seeking missile, homed in on my hole. "Feels wet," he whispered in my ear. "How many men have been up there?" "Two," I said. "Just Seth and Leo." "Slow start," Jon said. "We need to get that hole dripping." His cockhead was pressed against me. But he was moving in precise alignment with me. Each time I tried to slide his tool in, he would pull back just enough to keep me unsatisfied. "Let me fuck you," he said. "I can do this for us." "Please," I begged. "Fuck me" I was staring at all the boys around me, all of them with a thick daddy dick in their hole, each one taking the older man's fluids, begging for the relative stranger's cum. "Fuck me," I repeated. The boy next to me was grunting the same thing. "As you want," Jon said, and pressed his cock into me. He was big, but not too big. After Seth and Leo, he slid in easily, and although I gasped, it was just the pleasure of being penetrated. He didn't bother to slow down in response. It was both scary and hot, knowing that his first priority was his own pleasure. "That what you want boy?" he asked. "Hard, raw dad cock in your hole?" "Please. Fuck me," I grunted. Jon's bare cock was what I had been fantasizing about for the past week, and now it was inside me. I couldn't believe it was happening. "Of course boy," he said. "You feel good on the inside." "You feel good inside me." "I like this," he said, sliding his dick in and out of my hole. "It's good to be inside you." We fucked for a bit, just enjoying the warmth and connection between us. Finally, Jon continued. "Seth said you were on Prep." "Yeah," I said. I didn't want to think about this. It didn't matter. I took a drug, and it made everything fine. "Uh. He told me too. That you're, uh." I stumbled. It was hard to think, but I knew that this was something I need to ask. "You're poz." "Yeah." He didn't say anything else. It was a statement of undeniable fact. "But," I started. His cock was buried in my hole, and I didn't want him to pull out. Nor did I want him to put a condom on. I loved how intimate this felt, even if we had only known each other for a few minutes. "But. I'm on prep," I said. "That means it doesn't matter, right?" "No. It doesn't matter now, does it?" Jon said. He pulled out, so just his dickhead was in my ass. The music shifted. The beat was lower and slower. I felt my heart beating in sync with the music. My head was spinning, my hole was hungry, and I just wanted dick. It was probably only a second or two, but it felt like eternity before Jon relented and pressed his dick back into me. "Fuck," he said. "Love feeling that cum in you." We fucked for a few minutes, long enough for the song to change. Then, in front of me was James. He had three plastic cups with some orange juice in it. He handed me one, then one to Jon, and he kept one for himself. "Cheer," Jon said. "To a night of partying." "To a night of playing," James said. "Drink up," he said. "Do it like a shot," he whispered to me. The three of us downed the orange juice, all of us in a single swallow. I could taste a bitter flavor. I remembered the G that Seth had given me earlier. I was getting re-dosed. "So good," James said. He leaned in and kissed me. His tongue tasted like the juice-drug mixture, and I was momentarily worried I was getting an extra dose. But James's furry body felt so good pressed against me, and I quickly forgot about anything I was supposed to be concerned about. "You're hot," he said, running his hands over my body. "Isn't he?" Jon said. "I just want to fuck him all night long." "All night?" James asked, a bit nervously. "Don't worry," Jon said. "I've got enough cum for both of you." "Thank you," James said. "I know how you like it." "You do," Jon said. He smiled, and leaned over my shoulder to kiss James. "Leo's around. Get yourself in the mood, and get some more cock?" "Yes sir," James said. My hole twitched when he called Jon "Sir." I had seen it in videos, but it had always been staged and flat. But when James said it, it had the respect and fear that I had jerked off imagining. He gave me one last kiss. "You're going to have fun tonight," he said. Although there were only fifteen or twenty guys on the floor, the light was dim, and there was a bit of a haze in the room. I could smell the familiar sweetness of weed, but also the scent of the crystal. It seemed like everybody was getting high tonight. "He's another hungry boy," Jon said. He kept his cock in my ass. "He'll be out searching for someone to fuck him." He rubbed his beard against my neck and nibbled on my ear. "At least you have mine." He reached down and grabbed the jockstrap's pouch. My dick was still stubbornly soft, despite how turned-on I was. "Tina dick," Jon said. "This has never happened to me," I said. "Don't worry about it," Jon replied. "It's pretty common. I took a viagra earlier. But you. You've already got a thick, hard cock. It's just fucking you." "Oh fuck," I moaned again. Jon's cock was incredibly stiff inside me. It was like someone was ramming a steel dildo into my ass, and despite the discomfort, I was in sex heaven. The discomfort may have even been a factor in how happy I was. I was thinking about the way James had said Sir earlier. Thinking about how in the moment, I would do anything that Jon asked me to do. "Please. Fuck me." "Hell yeah. Looking forward to getting this hole a few times tonight," he said. He pushed me forward slightly, so I was bent over. The shift in position gave Jon an opening, and another inch of his dick slid into me. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned. In front of me a camouflaged jock strap suddenly appeared. Jon gave a sudden thrust, and my head jerked downwards. He was wearing a pair of black paratrooper boots. Jon pulled out, and this time my head was yanked back. He had a thick, muscular body, and his chest was covered n light brown fur. I could see the colorful tattoos across his body. But mostly, I stared at the belt of ammo slung across his chest. "Ohhh fuuuuck," I moaned, as Jon continued to pound my hole. The stranger watched me for several seconds. "This the new boy Seth's been talking about?" he finally said. "Yeah," Jon said. "This is Kenta. Kenta, say hello to Sarge." "Hi, Sarge," I managed to say, before he grabbed my head in his hands, and pulled me in for a kiss. "You're gonna be so much fun," he said, finally releasing his grip on me. He turned back to Jon. "Fire in the hole?" he asked. "Not yet. You wanna do the honors?" "Sure." Jon slammed his cock back into me all the way. This time, though, he held it. "You're gonna go with Sarge. He's going to get you to the next level." I nodded. "You wanna get to the next level?" Sarge stared at me, smiled, and then reached down to adjust his jockstrap. It was already straining against his cock. "Yeah," I started. "The next level. But. Your load." "Don't worry. You're gonna get several of my loads. Just, just I like a hole that's been a bit more, how do you say?" He paused for a moment, then leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Used."

Ch.3 It all gets blurry after this. I was already in the middle of a fuck high and still trying to process everything that had just happened. Now, however, I was in the middle of a cluster of men. All had just watched me bred and judging from the stiffness of the cocks on display they all wanted to join in adding to the cum cocktail now inside me. I felt several pairs of hands on my skin. Stroking me, poking and pinching me. Groping and exploring my body as I remained on my hands and knees like a prize bitch before judges. My nipples were being pulled and my cock was squeezed and stroked as I panted at the overwhelming attention. I felt multiple fingers probing my arsehole. Several at once stretching me even more than the thick cocks of the last two to fuck me. I was moaning and gasping continuously as the sensations all played against each other and left me almost delirious with lust. Pretty soon there was a hard cock right in front of my face and without thinking I opened my mouth and began sucking the tip. Other cocks appeared and were wanked next to my face as I continued sucking the first cock offered. The first guy pulled away by some unspoken signal and was replaced by another cock and I just kept sucking and licking. One would stay in my mouth for a few moments, maybe a minute or so, then they would step aside for another to press between my lips. Behind me it was largely similar. While I was busying myself giving blowjobs to any cock I could reach my arse was receiving a lot of attention. I had been spanked and fingered constantly since being surrounded but eventually someone took the initiative and mounted me. I’ll never know who they were but they fucked me hard and fast for a few minutes before grunting and depositing their own sticky load deep inside me. This was met with a small cheer and as he pulled out of my freshly fucked hole someone quickly replaced him and I was rocked on yet another anonymous cock. Several guys just jerked off over the fuck scene adding to the multiple spunk loads already soaking me. My arse was a sloppy, well fucked mess, I can only imagine it was pretty well gaped and puffy from how it felt to me. My face was dripping from loads as guys had pulled from my mouth to glaze me with cum like a victory mark. I honestly don’t know how long I was in that position or how many men took turns on me. All I know is that throughout the entire event my cock was leaking and tingling just on the edge of orgasm without release and this kept me begging for more. More cock. More cum. Any cock. Any cum. Eventually the numbers thinned as guys were spent or realised how long they had been there. I was left pretty much at the point of collapse, face down arse up, across the bench. There were I think five or six guys still there. All older but still sporting very hard cocks. They weren’t fucking me though. They were just stroking me and slowly bringing me back to my senses from the non-stop gang fuck I had endured. “Damn boy! That was fucking hot to watch.” “Yeah, you are one of the dirtiest cunts I’ve seen in here for a long time!” I smiled and lay on my back staring at the ceiling just revelling in the sensation still running through me. The constant prostate stimulation was keeping my own cock aching and throbbing but for some reason I just didn’t want to touch it. As I start to relax I feel someone step between my thighs and grab my ankles. I assumed he was one of the group who had stayed with me. He grinned down at me and dropped his towel to reveal a sizeable cock with a thick P.A piercing as I groaned at the thought of this working into me I noticed the scorpion tattoo on his hip the tail pointing aggressively towards the base of his shaft. My eyes go wide at the obvious implication, sure I’ve just been bred multiple times, but on the come down I was regaining a semblance of sense and I tense up a little. He chuckles pushes my legs wide and guides that thick poisonous dick to my sloppy open fuck hole. There is almost no resistance and he slides in my cum slick channel easily. “Nice wet cunt.” He leers down at me as his hips begin to rock. Damn he is deep in me and that PA is pressing on me in ways I’ve never felt. The other guys are just watching and jacking their cocks along with the pumping motion of this large toxic cock as it prepares my hole for another shot of venom. I am rolling my head back as he begins to increase his pace. My hands are clawing at the surface of the bench and my hips are bouncing onto him as he sets the pace. My body knows what it needs and it is reacting without my conscious action. “How many loads you got in you son?” I can barely garble a reply of “Dunno” “Good boy! Why count them? There’s never enough for a slut like you anyway.” I know it’s the truth. Even so I can feel myself blush. Naked, cum filled, cum covered. Just been fucked multiple times in front of lots of guys. But somehow its this that causes me to blush. He chuckles again and increases the pace. Fucking me harder, my hole is making obscene noises as he mixes all of the cum already in me up. I am back to panting and moaning when he throws his head back and grunts. His cock throbs inside my arse and I know he is delivering his dangerous cumload as deeply as he can. He slides himself from my very well used cunt and pats my shoulder. “You’re definitely in the club now boy. But I think my friends still want to make sure.” He gestures to the other men remaining and they help me stand and, in confusion, I allow them to lead me across the room on shaky legs where they push me back onto the sling and strap my ankles to the chains.

Ch.2 I’m not waiting long before I feel hands on my head making me face forward. I am lifted until on my hands and knees and facing a fairly thick set of legs with a thick cock jutting from between them. The head is leaking precum which has soaked all around his thick foreskin. I lick my lips unconsciously and lean forward. I run my tongue all around that cock head revelling in the flavour of his juices. I flick my tongue around the tip and his piss-slit before worming under that foreskin to tease around his glans. He begins to buck as I work the sensitive cockhead causing him to push into my mouth. I don’t hesitate and begin to suck him hungrily. He grabs my head on either side and starts a fucking motion. I start to moan around his dick to cause vibration through his shaft and he grunts at my efforts to please him. “Fucking good cocksucker, watched you take that load just now. Knew you’d want some more spunk in you.” As he says this I feel another pair of hands on my arse spreading me. I try to brace myself for the fucking to come but instead I feel warmth and then the sensation of my hole being licked. My eyes roll in pleasure as I am rimmed. The cock in my mouth keeps up its relentless pace and I am really moaning now as I feel fingers shoved into me. “Just wanted to make sure you were good and open. We’re both pretty thick.” The voice from behind me was a little muffled but I processed the intent and was thankful for the consideration. Even though I had just been fucked if the guy behind me was anything like the guy currently using my mouth it was going to stretch me. Moments later I feel the shifting as the guy behind me, satisfied that I was open enough, moves himself into position. The thick, blunt head that presses to my ring and forces through in a swift fashion would have had me shouting if I wasn’t already gagged with cock. It doesn’t really hurt, other than in that good way that comes from being stretched, but I feel unready as they both begin to match thrusts inside me. Filled at either end, my hips and head being held I have no choice but to go with it and ride it out. Not that I’m complaining. On the contrary I’m moaning like a total slut being stretched, fucked and used by two very thick cocked guys either one of which could probably lift me one handed. It is wonderful and I am completely gone. I’m not driving anymore. Need is. Lust is. These two amazing fuckers are. I know my arse is going to be gaped after this, the pounding that has built up behind me is punishing my behind in the best ways I can imagine. The long thrusts in and out of me in constant rhythm have my own cock bouncing under me and dripping precum like crazy. The slide and stretch that pulls at my anal muscles then keeps rocking my prostate has me bucking my hips like the keenest bitch. All the while I am drooling and moaning around the buddy who is using my mouth like his favourite wank toy. “Fuck this cunt is good.” “I know. Bitch can suck too.” “You close? Or you wanna swap?” “Happy to change it up, I want to try everything this fucker has before we breed him.” I can hear the words and in some way I understand whats happening as they both suddenly withdraw and leave me panting on the bench. A moaning sticky mess. They are quick to swap ends though and I am very quickly pulled back how they want me. With no time to relax or even say anything they both drive into me. I taste myself on the cock now filling my mouth holding my jaw wide. My tongue flicks around the shaft as the guy, who just seconds ago was stretching out my arsehole, begins to push into my throat. Trying to accommodate him my focus is lost as I am pushed forward by the guy behind me as he rams himself home. I am again a fuck tube for them both. I swear their cocks are almost identical. I feel stretched in practically the same way at either end as they pick up their pace. The hammering at my backdoor has me once again groaning in total pleasure around the cock making me gag and I feel my whole body shudder as they use me for their enjoyment. “Both of us are going to cum up your cunt.” “Yeah, we figured you were here for loads when we saw you bouncing on that cock earlier.” “Going to soak you with spunk you dirty slut.” “You know it’s what you want.” I know they were talking to me, I know it was all true. I do want it. It’s the only thing that matters. I need their cum mixing inside me. Even as they are talking I am nodding in agreement, unable to form any words around the impressive cock stretching my lips. “I reckon there’s a good few here tonight who’ll want to add to that cumdump hole.” “Fuck yes, you come in here and start taking loads you’ll definitely get noticed.” “No way you leave without being properly bred you dirty cunt.” I was moaning incoherently as they pound me harder. Their dirty talking turning me on but becoming darker as they fucked me more and more. Maybe it’s just cum talk. Saying the nastiest things to push each other over the edge. As their pleasure builds so they lose the normal internal censor. “Fuck yes! Building up a nice dirty load for your hole you fucking slut.” The guy fucking my arse wasn’t quiet he was pretty much yells this as he drive his thick shaft into my sloppy hole. It feels so good I can’t even try to pull away. But it’s pretty obvious they intend to make me take more than cum from them. “Fuck him harder.” The guy in my mouth is holding my head firmly as his mate slams into me over and over. “Tear that hole up good for your spunk!” “Oh yes going to knock you up bitch.” I was still rocking my hips. The pleasure is undeniable and with no way out I have to take his cock. And his cum. He groans as he shoves into me. I feel his cock pulsing as he squeezes my hips. “Fuck, oh fuck. Cumming you cunt. Breeding you!” I can’t help it. I moan around the cock in my mouth again. It does feel good and I love the sensation. I guess I just never expected to be used so thoroughly and in such plain sight. The cock is pulled from my arse and I start to slump on the bench. But I am held in place as the guy at my head moves behind me and jams his cock back into my fuckhole. “Oh fuck!” It’s all I can manage as I am again subjected to a pounding fuck. The guy who had just unloaded inside me has walked up to my head and knelt in front of me. Holding my head he looks into my eyes and grins. I am mumbling as I am taking his buddy’s cock hard and fast but he just talks to me. “Yeah we’re both poz. Both unmedicated and we’ve both fucked you hard. Plus from what I’ve seen behind you there’s quite a crowd who wanted to see what all the noise was and from all of the stroking going on quite a few want to add to the spunk filling inside you.” “I don’t..” “Shhh. Yes you do. You know you came in here tonight looking to get fucked and now you will be. By the time you leave here you will definitely be knocked up so you might as well enjoy it. It certainly looks like you have been so far.” As he finishes talking he reaches under me and squeezes my leaking dick. As he did this his mate fucked hard into me a few more times then roared as his climax took him over. My hole swallows his cock and his cum while I push my face into the bench yelling in my own pleasure. I hear a smattering of applause from around the room and I raise my head to see at least a dozen guys watching these two congratulating themselves on their very thorough breeding of me. As the two disappear out of the room several of the onlookers step forward and surround the bench. I realise I haven’t even moved. I’m still on my hands and knees presenting my well fucked arse to the crowd. I might as well have sent out invitations.

If you’ve had the chance to read my other post, you know that I’m a bisexual man, married to a woman. We’ve recently moved interstate, I was offered a promotion, but it came with relocation. Since we moved in August, between the stress of Moving and starting a new position and all the Covid nonsense, I had let my PrEP prescription pass. It wasn’t too much of a problem, as I haven’t really had any time to spare. However, today was an exception. I had a meeting in the city today with a new supplier. Our meeting was it short. So here I am, with most of a day to myself. I thought I may as well head to the local adult store that had a back room. I had a change of clothes in the car, I always carry my gym bag with me. I got changed And headed to the Den. I bought a bottle of poppers on the way in. Once I found my way around, I headed up to the gloryholes, there was 2 guys up there already with their asses pressed up against the holes, waiting and hoping for tops. I got my own room and took my clothes off and got on my knees. It wasn’t long before I had a well built man, come in and pull his cock out. He was maybe 7 inches, uncut and quite thin. I took a hit of poppers and sucked him for only about 2 minutes and he shot a massive load in my mouth, naturally, I Swallowed the lot. After about 10 minutes, a guy came in, I didn’t even get a chance to get a look at him. He came in with some porn playing on his phone and slid his soft cock through the Hole. It was really thick, but really small, until I started sucking! This man is the definition of a grower, by the time he was fully erect, he would have been a good 8 inch long and about as thick as a coke can. I’ve never had such a great cock to play with. I took hit after hit of my poppers and worked his cock and best I could. He pulled his cock out of the hole and told me he needed a minute to relax, he didn’t want to blow yet. He pulled back and stroked his cock gently I certainly a glimpse of his wedding ring. After a minute or two, he stuck his cock back through and I went to town. I was in a trance, I was loving his massive cock. After a few More minutes, he pulled back again, this time he told me, to bend over As he lubed his cock Up, from the dispenser on the wall. I had no intention of being fucked today, I’m off my PrEP and this guy wanted me to bend over?! I don’t know why I did it, but I stood up, ripped my pants off, grabbed some lube and lubed up my hole. I pushed my ass through the hole( the holes in the wall are huge) I felt him run his hands over my ass and slide his lubed finger in my hole. He took his cock and started to guide it towards my hole, I took a deep hit just as I felt him start to tear his way into me. I have never had such a thick cock inside me before. It hurt so bad for the first couple of thrusts, but after a minute or two, the pain subsided and I was in pure bliss. I was letting a complete anonymous man, fuck my hole bareback and completely unprotected. He started to build up a good pace. With each hard thrust I was wanting him to breed me more and more. I couldn’t hold myself back, I had a pure anal orgasm, with the excitement of my first anon breeding. As I came I felt him start to harden as he pumped his load inside me. As he pulled out, I felt a massive glob of cum run out of my hole and drip down my balls. He buttoned up, turned away and left. I never saw him, I don’t know his status. All I know is that I just had what may be the best orgasm and fuck of my life.

1. The Pary I slipped back into the booth setting my beer down on the round table as I did so and nodded to the booth’s other occupant. I had never been too keen on gay bars but it was my roommate’s birthday so he had gotten to pick the bar. It was still early in the night, the bar was still quiet, a person could actually hear himself speak, and so far only one of my roommate’s other friends had shown up. Austin, my roommate had gone off to the bathroom while I went to the bar to grab myself another beer, which now left me alone with his friend Rick. Rick was a bit older then I was maybe twenty-six, or twenty-seven, to my twenty-four. He was tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. His strong square pecs were clearly visible through his black v-neck t-shirt, and this thick growth of dark black hair sprouted up around the base of his neck. He was just the sort of guy that I normally go for, a total man’s man, if there was such a thing any more. I myself was a little shorter then he, with sandy blond hair, and a tight runner’s body that I worked hard to maintain. Around my sophomore year of college I had started to get a bit hairy, and now a year after graduation I was quite proud of the broad swath of light brown hair that grew across my chest and stomach; however I was now where near as hairy as Rick promised to be. “How long have you known Austin,” Rick said, in a deep voice, shifting round the booth a bit to get closer to me. “We met freshmen year of college, we lived across the hall from each other actually.” “And now you’re roommates? Or something more?” “No, just roommates. There’s never been anything like that between us,” I said truthfully. Austin and I had become friends living in the dorms at Northwestern and then roommates when we both moved off campus our junior years. It had seemed logical after graduation when we both got jobs in Chicago to continue the arrangement and get a place together in the city. Our two-bedroom Wrigleyville apartment was small and a bit cramped but we had found a place in a pretty good part of the neighborhood and sometimes the sun even shown through my window in the morning. “What about you,” I asked, “how do you know Austin?” “I met him a year ago, just after he moved to the city…well actually, right here,” he gestured to the bar around him, “been fucking the shit out of him since.” I was a little taken aback and just blinked at Rick. I had never really been comfortable discussing my own sex life, and I was most certainly uncomfortable discussing my roommate and best friend’s sex life. “Excuse me,” I stammered. “Yeah, I’ve probably wrecked that boy’s hot ass once a week sense we met. Except for when he plows me with that donkey dick of his.” The way that he said that sounded like he assumed that I had first hand experience with Austin’s donkey dick. Just then Austin came back followed by two girls and a couple more guys. The night suddenly took off from there, drinks were ordered all around and many shots started appearing at the table. Eventually the bar filled up and everyone ended up on the writhing mess that made up the dance floor. Austin, having drank more then his skinny little twink frame could handle, and possibly more then I had ever seen him drink before, had lost all of his inhibitions and was grinding his ass unapologetically on Rick’s crotch. Amongst the mess of sweaty gyrating bodies I was the only one who noticed the pair. My gaze was drawn to them as I watched my normally quiet and demure roommate grind his ass hungrily onto this big hulk of a man’s crotch. More drinks were had, and more dancing, Austin kept pace but was fading fast. As it drew close to closing time he had devolved into a sweaty, sloppy, drunken mess. When the lights came on and the bar started to clear out, I scooped Austin up from the booth he had half sat half fallen into for the past ten minutes and started to guide him towards the door. Several of his friends asked if I needed help with him, I assured them I was fine and started to steer him towards home. Just as I got to the corner and started to push Austin towards the L station, Rick caught up with us and slipped Austin’s other arm around his shoulder taking some of the, what was quickly becoming, dead weight that was my roommate. “Looked like you could use a hand,” he remarked. Again I assured him that I was fine, but Rick wasn’t taking no for an answer. He helped me get Austin onto the train, rode the two stops to our apartment and then helped me shove him up the steps to our door. Once we had pored him into his bed, rolled him onto his side, stuffed a pillow under his head, and closed the door, Rick finally broke the silence that had fallen between us. “You’re a good friend, taking care of him like that.” “Thanks,” I said, “and thanks for your help. He would have been a lot to handle on my own once he passed out on the train.” “No problem,” he smiled a broad toothy smile. “Do you want a glass of water or something?” I asked. “Yeah that would be great, those damn clubs are always so hot. I’m always so sweaty and hot afterwards.” I laughed and turned to the little kitchen area just off the living room. I filled two glasses of water from the pitcher in the fridge and turned back to face Rick. He had pulled off his black v-neck shirt and now stood bare chested facing me. His broad square pecs looked even more impressive then I had guessed they would through his shirt. Covered in a thick dark forest of hair they each sported a warm pink nipple the left one adorned with a single silver bar through it. He didn’t have a six pack but rather the single broad powerful patch of muscle that came from manual labor not a gym. A deep v of muscle framed the dense, dark, almost black, treasure trail that vanished into his low slung dark jeans. My cock twitched. His skin still glistened with sweat slightly. I felt my mouth go a little dry. He smiled that big toothy grin at me again. I handed him the water silently, his fingers brushing against mine as he took the water. “Too bad Austin got so drunk tonight,” he said the smile faltering a little. “Why is that,” I asked. “Well I’ve been saving up this birthday present for him all week,” he said, something new creeping into his sparkling brown eyes, “but I guess I’ll just have to give it to someone else.” “Could always wait till tomorrow,” I laughed, feeling a little nervous now. “Can’t wait that long, I’ve been saving this up all week, it’s now or never,” he took a step closer and as I leaned back to keep the distance between us equal I felt the kitchen counter firm behind my back. I laughed nervously again, as he stepped just a little bit closer. “So what is this present that Austin’s going to miss out on now,” I asked, guessing that I probably already knew the answer. “What do you think it is?” he asked, the hand not holding his glass of water now drifting to his crotch. “Dunno,” I said quietly trying to keep my eyes on his face. “A big hot six day load from my big, fat, beer can cock shot right up your roommate's cunt," he answered in a whisper. He was now only a foot away from me, and I heard him set his glass down on the counter with a clink. “But,” he continued, leaning in a little bit more his mouth getting closer to mine, “I guess I could always find some slut on Grindr to give it too. Unless,” he paused, his mouth now only an inch from mine, “There was a hot bottom boy right in front of me I could give this gift to.” With that he finally closed the gap, his mouth pressing hard to mine. I resisted for a moment, but when the hand that had been holding his water came to rest on the small of my back pulling me tight to his hairy slightly sweaty body, I melted. My lips parted and I let his tongue slip into my mouth, wrestling with my own. His hands slid over my body, slipping under my shirt, running up and down my back. He broke the kiss only to quickly pull my shirt off over my head. With my shirt now gone his hands slid down my back till the rested on my ass. He kneaded at the meaty flesh, and pulled away to say, “Damn you’ve got a hot ass. How the hell has Austin been able to resist this for so long?” “I always thought Austin was, like me, a total bottom,” I replied, a bit breathlessly. “With a cock like his that would be a fucking crime. Now get on your knees and get my cock out. I wanna see it down your throat before I stuff it up your ass.” He spun us around so that he was now the one with his back against the counter and I immediately fell to my knees. Normally I am not a hook up sort of person, but Rick was so fucking hot, between his amazing body, the slight stench of sweat that clung to him, his brick demanding manor, and the considerable amount of beer I had had I never once thought of saying no to him. I fumbled for a moment with his button fly but soon had his pants around his ankles. He wore no underwear, so I was face to face with Rick’s self proclaimed “big, fat, beer can cock.” He had not been exaggerating. It was like being face to face with a flesh colored can of Guinness. The massive, heavily veined, organ sprouted from a dense patch of black pubes and sported two almost absurdly low hanging swollen balls beneath it. Without being told to I stretched my mouth widely and too the bulbous mushroom head in my mouth. I worked as much as I could into my mouth, slobbering all over the shaft as I did so. I put my hands on his strong hips trying to pull myself forward. His hands soon came to rest of the back of my head pressing me into him, forcing more of his cock down my throat. Precum began to ooze from his cock, filling my mouth, and dripping out the corners of my lips along with my own spit and he started to face-fuck me. Rick groaned in pleasure as my throat worked his cock, and my own cock strained against my pants. Though I never would admit it I loved rough sex, I loved being used, and this big hunk of a man was doing just that. After I don’t know how long, he stopped and pulled his cock from my mouth. He dragged me to my feet and kissed me before saying, “Strip.” I shucked the last of my clothing, and stood naked before him, my own modest six and a half inch cock shinny with precum. He kissed me again and then said something that surprised me, “Sit on my face, I wanna work your hole open before I fill you with my fat cock.” I stepped back and he lay down on the floor right out side of the door to where Austin slept. At this point I didn’t care and as soon as he was down I knelt down over him putting my ass right on his face. As his tongue found my hole I bent forward and did my best to swallow his cock again. Rick clearly took pleasure from eating ass and as his tongue danced around my hole I felt myself opening up to him, my sphincter relaxing far quicker then it normally did. Relaxing my hole wasn’t enough for him and he pressed his tongue into me, occasionally slipping a finger in too. I was moaning around his cock, groaning desperately as waves of pleasure crashed over me. It was a good thing that Austin was completely passed out cause there was no way he would have slept through my desperate whimperings and moanings of pleasure as Rick lapped at my hole. Finally I couldn’t take any more of it and I pulled my mouth off of his cock, quickly turning around so that I was now straddling his hips. I kissed him hard on the mouth, rocking my hips back and forth I felt his spit-slicked cock sliding up and down my equally slick crack. When I had spun around I had intended to get him into my room, into my bed, quickly get a condom on his cock and stuff his fat tool deep inside of me, but when I felt his mushroom head make contact with my well loosened hole, I did something that I never do out of a relationship. I pressed back with my hips, pushing my ass onto his cock, Rick locked eyes with me and shifted his pelvis forward a little bit. The head of his cock began to work its way inside of me, stretching me wider and wider as it entered. The thought of stopping seemed impossible, plus he had basically told me that he was going to be dumping a load in Austin tonight, and Austin would mess around with someone who wasn’t safe. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as his cock sank deeper and deeper into me. When I finally felt his pubes on my taint I felt more full then I had ever before. Rick smiled that same toothy smile and started to rock his hips, fucking his cock into me slowly as I got use to the size of his cock. I felt like he was pulling my intestines out with his cock each time he retreated and punching them back in again with each inward thrust. He pulled me to him and started to kiss me deeply again. Somehow he managed to flip us both over, his arms tight around me, his cock never leaving my hole, so that I was now on my back and he was between my wide spread legs. The gentle fucking was over now. Rick from his new position shifted my legs to his shoulders and left forward essentially bending me in half, and then began to hammer away at my hole. This was how I loved to be fucked, on my back like a whore, taking cock deep and hard. Rick seemed to understand that without my having to explain it to him. He whispered “I’m gonna wreck your hole boy and then give you my gift. You want it boy?” “Yes,” I panted, sweat springing up on my face, “Give me Austin’s birthday present.” He completed my hole, telling me how it fit his fat cock like a warm glove. I could feel myself becoming loose around him, and I squeezed my ass tighter working his cock with my sphincter. I honestly have no idea how long he fucked me on the floor that night, all that I knew is that when he finally growled, “Here comes your present slut,” I had become sweaty, sloppy, mess, begging Rick to use my hole. Rick slammed into me one last time, bottoming out completely and causing me to yelp, as he said, “Take my fucking load bitch!” I felt his cock twitching in my hole and I knew that he was flooding me with six days worth of built-up cum. I moaned and felt my own cock twitch as I shot a load all over my self without even touching my cock. We stayed like that for a long moment, laying there with his cock still buried deep in my now cum filled hole, in a sweaty heap, before finally Rick said, “Damn, you’ve got a better ass even then Austin. I’m gonna have to start breeding your hole regularly.” I laughed, “Why don’t we go crash in my bed for a while. If you’re up for it in the morning we can go for round two.” “Sure thing,” he flashed that toothy grin again and pulled his cock slowly from my hole. I clenched tight as he withdrew trying to keep the massive amount of cum he had shot inside me. I mostly succeeded and I showed him to my room with just a thin trickle of cum running down my leg. Rick walked closely behind me, kissing my neck as we walked, his cock quickly rising to full mast again. By the time we got to the bed he had slipped his cock back into me and was slow fucking my wrecked hole. We did sleep that night but not much, by the time we passed out around seven in the morning I had two more loads in my ass. Together we fell asleep in my bed, Rick’s cock just inches from my well-used hole, the door to my room left wide open in our drunken horniness.

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After my very public blow job and brief fuck in the fuck bench room, I realized I had only walked about 50 feet from my room. The night was off to a good start. I ventured up to the third floor where the glory hole cubes are next. Still only in a jock, I bound up the stairs, past the video area, and to the 8 cubicles where I hoped to continue my good luck. A couple doors were closed, but not many. I picked a room adjacent to one of the other occupied ones and dropped to my knee. The Gummy and poppers were very much hitting me by now and to be honest, I would have done anything or anyone who made a suggestion. As my vision adjusted to the darkness, I was able to make out 2 figured in the booth next to mine, one person on his knees the other getting blown. They seemed content without any help from me, so I turned my attention to the other 2 options. One room was empty, the other had another bottom, on his knees waiting for whatever was put through the holes. I put my ass up to his hole and focused on watching the couple in the room in front of me. The bottom behind me took the hit and started fingering my hole. It was hot, but I wanted to make sure that my ass was in this for the long haul tonight, so I pulled away and left the glory holes for now. A quick check of the sexagon (if you know, you know) and I headed back to my room on the second floor. A few moments to get sorted out in there and I did a hit of poppers and starting riding a dildo i brought to the baths. I was facing away from the door, which was about 2 inches open, watching porn on my phone. After about 5 min, I felt someone enter the room. He closed the door and I reached for my blind fold and waited. I suspect he was not expecting me to blind fold myself, but he caught on quickly and started taking over my toy, pushing my face down so my ass was up in the air. In and out he worked the toy while his other hand was resting on the small of my back. I took another hit of poppers and reached back to see if he was close enough for me to feel. He moved to the side of me, standing on the floor while i was still on my knees on the bed, i turned to face him and very quickly his cock found it’s way into my mouth. I don’t remember much about his cock beyond the fact that he was very much enjoying fucking my ass with the toy. It felt amazing, but I really wanted the real thing. Once he was hard in my mouth he pulled the toy out of my ass and climbed onto the bed behind me. I hit the poppers as his hands found their way to my shoulders/throat so he could control my movements more. He sank his cock into my willing hole in one thrust and I felt nothing but pleasure. Turns out he was a moaner and was quite loud as he was fucking me. His hands tightened around my throat as he used my ass for his pleasure. I was in heaven. He turned me over onto my back and raised my legs up. I could smell booze on him, but i did not care. still blindfolded, my hands found his nipples and began to work them, which seemed to drive him crazy. within 30 seconds he came. No asking, no announcement, he just took what he wanted from me and used me like the hole that i am. I never saw his face once. He said thanks and left. I can only assume he left the door open and that his moans had attracted a crowd because within 20 seconds I felt a mouth on my ass. Someone wanted his load out of me badly. My felcher left after a moment and i needed a break so i took off the blindfold and closed the door. I had been at at steamworks for less than 30 min and already had 1 load, 2 cocks, and a mouth on my hole. I decided to lay down for a few moments before checking out the rest of the place.

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This isn't a problem specific to WhatsApp, so the title is a bit inaccurate. You could send a simple txt w/ vid/pic of your dick to Grandma by accident using technology from 20 years ago. Modern smartphones do have some options for folks: secure / hidden or locked / "boxes". Samsung was the 1st phone maker that I used with a hidden vault whre I'd stash porn pics. Samsung's is called "Secure Folder". There are other makers with the same feature.

Looking forward to seeing some pics!

Want to hear if you took daddy’s load.

To be honest, there is a lot of choice in the UK. However, GC, Spain, Pakistan, Saudi and I would love to do Slammers, if it is still about.

I didn’t choose to be a gag but I did choose to be a slut whore who lets anyone fuck me raw and cum in me. I choose to let men use my holes as they wish.

I wasn't chasing it - my becoming poz happened due to general irresponsibility than anything else. It's taken a very long time to come to terms with the long and winding road that eventually led to me hitting rock bottom and doing the kinds of things that eventually got me infected. Once that happened, it's been a long and winding road to get my emotional well-being back on the up and up (though it's always a bit tenuous, as I have a constant fear of falling off the wagon). I'm "proud to be poz" in the sense that I've come to accept my status as the learning experience it's become. That DOES NOT mean that I'm happy to have contracted it in the first place. Nor am I going to advocate for anyone to be irresponsible with their own health and wellbeing either. I have friends of mine who were diagnosed as poz long before I received my own diagnosis. On the one hand, knowing them as long as I have, there's a certain level of knowing what I would have been in for; on the other hand, nothing can really prepare you for the emotional roller coaster of that first doctor visit where you get asked all the questions and provide so many samples of blood. The "big deal" is that once it's done, it's done. No undoing it. I don't think that many of those who are actively "chasing" fully grasp what they are potentially getting themselves into. Most importantly, I grew up in the 80's and 90's when gay men had to suffer through those who would claim that this disease was "killing all the right people". Gay men didn't ask for this affliction then, nor are we asking for this now. It's not a "gay disease" that requires that we all actively seek it out to validate our existence.

I met up last week with a married bisexual guy that I've been hooking up with since summer 2019. He has a beautiful 9 inch cock that I love to suck. He fucks my thrussy (throat pussy😂) until he's rock hard. When he pulls back, I know that it's time to assume the position. He mounts me and fucks me doggy until completion. I've learned to how to loosen my cunt the way he likes. I always take some CBD and inject lots of lube before he arrives so that I can take his cock on the first thrust like his wife probably does. We barely speak. It's basically hello and goodbye. He can have conversations with his wife when he gets home. I am here to provide a service. My dick gets rock hard whenever he texts me - or when I think about him. A few days ago, another married dude whose been a regular since June texted me saying he needs my hole. He has a nice 6 incher that's always hard as steel. When he arrives, he wants the room dark and a porno playing. I suck him for a few minutes and then lay flat on my stomach since I'm taller than he is. He fucks me about 15 minutes before shooting a huge load. His wife just gave birth so it's really important that he get into my ass at least once a week. I blew him off a couple of weeks ago. That was a mistake. When he finally did get in my ass, he shot the most sperm I've ever seen anyone shoot. I mean, cum was EVERYWHERE. The sheets had a huge wet spot, cum was between my legs (!), cum was between my butt cheeks and cum was in my hole. He apologized profusely. I decided then and there that I've got to be a more accommodating cumdump. 😆 So with these two visits, I've met my load goals for 2020. Because of the pandemic, I changed my strategy. I reduced the number of partners I had, but I took more loads from the best tops in my rotation. I realize how lucky I've been that I've got 4 tops in particular who have kept my cunt sloppy and loaded this year. I don't even have to ask. They just text me asking if I want it.

I see the word "Faggot" as being powerful!...it takes a real man to take it up the ass AND live an authentic life..So I decided that, for me, Faggot is a word I choose to make powerful ....You call me that and I will say yes I am...then ask are you man enough to be a faggot!? Own that shit!!!!

My friend picked up this hot Twink at the gay bar, Once here it didn't take much before he was willing to be stripped and turned into a cum dumpster.

Yeah, unfortunately, while it looks good on paper, however, there are complication. I applied for such, went through the hoops. As I am working, and married, what I got told: I am denied, too much money. It did not matter that my spouse is disabled, and is on full SSD, SSI, and medicare. And when this happened, I was told NO, I could not get in on the ACA due to it being in March, it was not considered a serious enough event to go on through there. And as far as Ryan White, lets just say that is all handled through another organization, Care assist in the state of Oregon. And they do not cover primary health care doctors. Which by the way, in the state of Oregon, one needs in order to see an HIV specialist. No primary health care doctor, means no specialist, which means no medication. And the only organization in the state of Oregon, that deals with HIV, lets just say from my experience, it is far better to try to help yourself rather than go through this organization, as they did not lift one finger to help, did not try to get me help, rather they let me fall through the cracks in the system, as I was in the grey area. Then freak out when I am forced to ration my medications, and have my HIV unchecked. That is my experience in the state of Oregon, still on going. So since I have to help myself, it meant me redoubling my effort and praying I make it until March, when I can get benefits with a new job. That I landed.

Last Saturday I was supposed to meet up with my cumdump fuck bud who was going to be in town. Sadly due to new Covid restrictions in my area his trip was canceled. Not wanting to waste the load I was saving up all week for him, I texted a guy that I had been chatting with for some time. He lives about 2 hours away. I made the trip to his place and I’m so glad I did. When I arrived he was naked and stroking on his living room floor with porn playing on the tv. I quickly got naked and we got right to it. Four hours of sucking, rimming, making out, nipple play, mixed with hits of poppers and shoving my cock in him. It was a glorious time and I can’t wait hook up with him again. When I got home, my bf wanted to hear all about it. We had great sex where he got all the details with a big smile on his face and a load pumped deep into him. What a great weekend!

Fucked a 70 year old aids fag and homeless guy already. New lows Hahaha

Chapter 7: More Fun and Games (Sorry for the delay between chapters, this one is short, but it is setting up for what have been planning for chapter 8) Jason reluctantly untied the rope he used to bind our balls together, playfully tugging at them as he undid the knot. All the while, he and I were still pushing the double header back and forth. The chems from earlier still drowning my brain in a lust filled craze. “oh fuck son” I mumbled as I writhed in the pool of our sweat and piss. Jason had more planned though as he began to pull away, the dildo coming out of his stretched hole with a wet plop sound before he began to climb over me, straddling his gaping hole over my face before pulling the rest of the double header from my hole. “Time for some of what Matt and I call Arm Wrestling” Jason said as he began to work his hand into the cavernous gape the giant toy had left. Taking the hint, I reached my arm forward and slid my hand into his gaped mancunt with little resistance, the thick coat of piggy fuck-slime coating us both had each of our bodies fully lubed, and after all we had put each others asses through, we were both quickly punch fucking each other. I would pull one fist out of his slick wet hole before punching the other one in, switching back and forth before trying to work more and more of my other hand in at the same time. Jason was making similar efforts with my hole, although as I heard him say, “oh fuck dad, you are taking both hands forearm deep” that it was clear he was going faster than me. I wasn't entirely sure what the goal of his version of arm wrestling was, but as far as I was concerned, since I had my bodybuilder son's sweaty piss covered body grinding against me as we we in a fisting 69, I was winning. We rolled and re-positioned each other on our sides to gain better access and I lost track of time as we worked to further stretch each others holes to their obscene limits. The pig stink funk fully filling the room as we rutted in each others gapes. The Tina still keeping me with limp party dick, but it was leaking a mix of piss and precum like a faucet; with Jason's rock hard rod leaking similarly between us. “Oh fuck yeah dad, Take it” Jason would say in between outbursts of “oh yeah, right there daddy” as I slid my fingers along the insides of my boys ass. I did the best I could to try to keep pace with what he was doing to me, but the waves of pleasure that kept exploding from my hole and repeatedly making my body convulse in frequent partial orgasms made it hard to focus on anything other then the feeling of what my son was doing to my ass. “Fuck I'm close, suck my dick dad!” Jason ordered, as he pulled his hips back to give me access to his cock, and I withdrew one of my hands from his slut hole to grab is rock hard cock and pull it into my mouth as he shot volley after volley of his delicious poz cum into my hungry mouth. I instinctively swallowed most, but tried to save some to savor the flavor and texture of my son's toxic seed. Even after Jason's cock had stopped spewing cum into my hungry mouth, I could still feel his ass clenching and unclenching around the hand I still had forearm deep in his hole. “You win that round, best two out of three” Jason eventually said after catching his breath (Apparently the goal of that game was to fully get the other person off first, good thing the partial orgasms he kept giving me didn't count) I started to think before he went back to working my prostate and making me convulse as the sensations overcame me again. “ok, new game, best two out of three” Jason said before withdrawing his hands from my hole and beginning to climb off me, forcing me to pull my hand from his hole as well (and worse, pulling his softening cock from my mouth) Jason bounced to “standing” up on his knees and looked down at me with a playful gaze and devilish smile as he puffed out his chest and said in his best Dr Evil voice“And now agent Bond, for a game you will surely lose” he joked as his glistening muscular frame towered above me, and he stroked his pierced cock back to life and it's 9x7 glory. “King of the hill” he said in his normal voice before following with “Standard rules, winner is whoever is on top!” With that, he pounced back onto me. I put up no resistance and he had me pinned face down into the soaking wet bed and he plunged his cock back into my hungry hole. (I love this kids stamina and enthusiasm). His body seemed to wrap around me as he bucked his hips with a primal and animalistic vigor. The wet slapping and sloshing sounds working as a background for our mutual moans and grunts. “fuck you feel so good dad” Jason moaned into my ear as I mumbled out a barely coherent stream of “fuck me son, oh god yes, breed me, you feel so good!” He wrapped one arm over my shoulder to push me back to his thrusts while his other arm reached down below my knee to pull it up and against him more as he began to fully long-stroke jackhammer into me. I could only let out a long series of whimpering cries as he fucked my stretched out hole with full force as fast as he could. My son was using me as a human fleshlight as he pounded ass with full abandon. The sound of the front door opening and shutting sharply pulled us both our of our crazed state as we both tensed and paused before hearing Matt voice echoing through the house, “DAAAAAD, I'm Home!” The knowledge that it was his brother let us relax and Jason slowly resumed sliding in and out of my hole. By the time Matt stepped back into my bedroom, he had stripped naked again and was stroking his freakishly huge cock to its full glory, while Jason's thrusting had returned back to its previous frenzied pace. “Have you two been in bed all day” Matt said as he climbed into bed and presented us with his huge pole. I latched onto the tip of it and began licking and sucking under the foreskin as Jason slowed down his pace and said, “Why, What time is it? How long has it been?” “Sundown dude, I left like 10 hours ago, did dad eat or drink anything?” Matt asked, “that wasn't you” he followed up. “Not... yet...” Jason said in short grunts as his breathing and pace picked up, refusing to be distracted by his brothers interference. Before Matt could reply, Jason's body flexed and he hugged me against him tight as he let out a loud guttural yell and his dick pulsed in my hole. “FUUUUUCK” he yelled as he shoved his dick as far into me as he could and shot another load of his poz cum in my ass. As his grip on my loosened, he said “One, One, We're tied now old man” Jason said. “oooh, I love family game night” Matt said playfully as he figured out exactly what his brother was up to. “and I have the perfect idea for a tie breaker” Matt said with a sinister grin “While I was out I talked to a few of my dirtier clients, and I set up another fun little surprise for tonight... in about an hour we are gonna have a room full of dirty toxic slampig party tops, here to gangbang and fully charge some stretched out bugchasing meth slut manpussy... “ Matt said in a dominate tone as he re-asserted control over me and his brother before following with, “Now go rinse you and Dad off, and re-hydrate, because we are gonna have a good old fashioned whore off!”

I actually like it. The feeling of my little dick pushing itself againt the cage makes it so much hotter

Threw out my meds and had to download all my cruising apps and try to find all my real friends that i was forced to delete and block. Have a small crystal in ass as got rid of my equipment and feeling best i have in ages! Daddy is back boys!!!!

That's how it needs to be. Totally anonymous. You as a person don't care to the fucker. You are a just a hole. A sex toy for the top to drain his balls and empty his DNA inside u and make u pregnant. Then you wait for the next one and his seed that wanta to compete with the other semen you already have inside u...

I've been locked for 9 days now and it's my first time being locked for more than just a few hours. Usually I'd only lock up for a hook up but I wanted to push myself and see how long I could go. I'm not gonna lie its getting pretty difficult at this point. I'm horny all the time and constantly want cock in me every hour of the day. I dont know how long I'll stay locked for but I'm having fun in the meantime.

I had another couple of rounds with the personal trainer who lives way out in the country. Actually, he splits his time between that home he inherited and an apartment in Dallas. He has mostly been in the city the last six weeks, so we haven't hooked up. Last night around 1:00, I saw he was showing up on my local screen on Growlr. I hit him up figuring he had just arrived, but he had actually been there a couple of days. He wanted me to come over, but it's a long drive (he's only about 40 miles away straight line, but there is no direct route. it takes about 75 minutes of driving through the woods to get there). I offered to come over in the morning, but he was leaving for Dallas. He asked if I could be there by 10:00. I told him I would be. But then I totally slept through my alarm. I texted him when I woke up, and he was pissed off. He told me to fuck off. After half an hour, he texted back apologizing and asking if I would still come. He was going to the gym, and we could fuck after. I made it there at 11:45, and he arrived soon after. I was afraid it might be tense, but everything was cool. He let me in the house and we got naked. I got between his knees with him sitting on the couch and sucked his cock. We both like nipple work although he likes it a lot rougher than I do. We were working each other's as I sucked him. I asked him to go a little easier. He said, "Just hit your poppers. You can take it." So I did. We did oral for a long while with me deep throating his cock all the way down. He was very appreciative, but soon enough he was ready to fuck. He put me in doggie on the couch. I had brought a small towel; I put poppers on one corner and rolled it up. He fucks so hard that I cannot manage the bottle safely; he was good about letting me refresh. He picked up the bottle of lube I had brought and then dropped it on the floor. "I'm just using the spit you left on me. Hit the poppers. You can take it." So I did. He fucked me forcefully and deep occasionally reaching around to maul my nipples. This man is so strong; I have never felt stronger thrusts. After a good long while, he wanted me on my back. After a few minutes and a readjustment, I asked for a pillow under my ass. He reached over and grabbed one. He reached down and picked me up off the couch with one hand and tucked the pillow underneath. Now, I am a big boy (about 265 lbs), and he picks me up like nothing. The man is strong. He fucked me hard for a while. I started working his nipples hard which tipped him over the edge. He filled me up with a huge five-day load. We flopped on the couch and rested. He was playing on his phone, so I did, too. I took a look around to see if anyone else nearby was looking. He kept encouraging me to stay for a while, so I figured he was good for another round. After 15 minutes or so he was. He put me into doggie position again. He went to slip in dry. There was plenty of cum inside, but I was pretty dry on the outside. I started asking him to lube up a little. He laid his full weight on me thrusting inside while pinching my nipples hard saying, "just hit the poppers." So I did. He quickly maneuvered so that he was thrusting directly into my prostate and proceeded to thrust into it as hard as he could until my moans were almost howls. He pounded my button until I lost all sense of time and self. It was like coming apart in the most amazing, intense, and pleasurable way. After something that felt like forever he drove all the way in and spasmed hard shooting another big load into me. We collapsed on the couch again. It took me several minutes before I could even think about standing. Eventually, I pulled myself together and got out of his hair so he could get packed to go to Dallas. We hugged and both apologized again for what had happened earlier and agreed that we hoped the next time would be soon.

Hey guys just writing shorter bits at a time I guess for now. Hope you enjoy! Part 12 It was all too much. Still horny and high feeling guilty about all of it and his anxiety heightened after realizing he might get outed. Now seeing Casey mid jerk. Tyler had noticed him come out of the shower stalls before but seeing him laid out on his bed like he was right now was something new. Smooth toned body from running track in high school and a hot hard cock that was smaller than Chris but would still feel better than the fingers he was using to fuck himself just a few minutes earlier. Finally, Tyler found his words if not his composure. "I'm so sorry Casey. I stumbled in and I...I...I...I don't know. It won't happen again." He turned back around to head to the bathroom when Casey shouted at him. "Ty! Bro. Shut the door and turn back around." Ty stopped at the door took a step back and pushed the door closed. He took a breath and then turned back around. Casey had gotten up and was sitting against the wall in his bed. He was stroking his cock now. "Bro its ok. We're even. Now we both caught each other stroking." That made Ty smile. He was staring at Caseys cock and the precum that glistened at the head. "I think maybe you like what you see?" Tyler just nodded. "Why dont you drop that towel and come sit over here?" Tyler unwrapped the towel to reveal his cock that was hard again. He walked over to the bed and sat at the edge before scooting back next to Casey. "No Ty I didnt meant there. I meant here." At first Tyler didnt understand but Caseys smile made things clearer to him. "Really? Are you-" "Yes I'm sure. I saw that cum dripping out of your hole and thats all Ive wanted since. Take this cock Ty. Ride me." Without saying a word, Tyler raised himself up and stood on the bed above Casey. He turned around and started to squat down. "Nah turn back around. I want to look in your eyes when we fuck bro." Tyler could feel his cock flinch and his hole clench when he heard those words. He turned around and began to lower himself over Caseys cock. Tyler could feel his body shaking slightly from the nerves. He was about to get fucked by a guy who lived down the hall from him. This could be dangerous. He looked into Caseys eyes filled with lust and an endearing small smile. In that moment he couldnt believe fear drove so much of his life. As he felt the head of Caseys cock slip into his hole he decided he wouldnt live in that fear anymore. "Oh fuck bro. Your hole is still slick." Casey moaned as Tyler slid down the length of his cock and sat down on his lap. Tyler could feel how he had loosened up but being filled again even when he was still a little sore felt so good. "Is that lube or is that cum thats slicking my cock up inside you?" "Probably both." "Oh fuck it feels so good inside you bro. So warm and tight." Tyler slowly pulled himself up slightly and began to ride Caseys cock. He was concentrating first on the angle that made him hit that spot that felt like electricity coursing through him and the pressure and speed that made Casey moan the loudest. Who cares if any of the other guys hear Tyler thought. Caseys only thought was about pleasure. For a moment they were both silent staring into each other as Tyler adjusted his position and found his rhythm. "Kiss me bro." Casey raised his hand to the back of Tylers neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Whatever hesitation either felt before was gone now. They were full in. Tyler picked up his speed now thinking only about milking a load out of this hot cock. Casey grabbed Tylers cock and let the boy fuck his hand as he rode his cock like no one had ever before. He moaned deep into Tylers mouth using his other hand to keep a hold on the bottoms neck so they could still kiss even with Tylers body in constant motion. It didnt take long for Tyler to bring Casey to the edge. He was doing everything he could to milk that load out and only did more every time Casey responded with another moan. Finally, Casey said into Tylers mouth "Fuck bro youre gonna make me cum. Im getting close bro." Tyler opened his eyes and looked into Caseys. "Cum inside me Case." Thats all he needed to hear. What Tyler didnt know was that Casey had never cum inside anyone before. He had fucked girls and only one guy before but either with a condom or with those girls who made you pull out so you dont get them pregnant. He had never felt that feeling of skin on skin inside a hole feeling the ropes of cum shooting out of him and deep into a hole. Until now. His moans grew short with each spurt and then one final long moan interrupted by the spasms that continued to shake his body. Tyler could tell this was a big load by the way Casey shook in pleasure. The feeling of accomplishment that he had gotten Casey to breed him sent him over the edge and he shot his load spraying both their stomachs and chests. Now Tyler was spasming as he laid to rest on Caseys lap with that cock still hard and inside him. They kissed as they both caught their breath now slower but not any less deep. As they pulled their faces from each other they both let out a long exhale at the same exact time which made them laugh. "Bro we are gonna need to do that all the time now." Somehow Tylers first thought as he had finally come down from the high of getting fucked again was Chris.

5. Skeleton's Bone "Please. Just give it to me." I was hungry, and I needed what Leo was offering. Normally, I was pretty horny. But tonight, my arousal was all-consuming. All I could think about was dick inside me. Leo's cock in my ass. Seth's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my mouth. Jon's cock in my ass. And all of them cumming in me. It was dirty and filthy, but I loved it. "Of course you're gonna get it," Leo said. He arched his back and pushed his dick deeper into my guts. I gasped, but took it. The alternative would be far more unbearable than this minor, temporary discomfort. Leo relaxed, and pulled me against his chest. His chest was hairy, sweaty, and hot; he felt like a real man. "I've got what you are craving," he whispered in my ear, and I also released my muscles. I slipped down an inch or two on his cock, before hitting the base. "It's all in me," I moaned. "All of it. In me." "Yeah," Leo said. "It is. It feels amazing. Inside you. Dripping in you." "Dripping in me," I moaned. "Bareback." "Yeah," Leo said. "Best way. High and raw." He kissed me again. "Let's do one more hit together, ok?" "Yeah," I said. "Big hit." "Yeah," Leo said. He smiled and nodded. It felt good to make him so happy. I wanted to please him, especially when it was so easy: I smoked some crystal, and let him fuck me. "Here," he said. He stuck the pipe in my mouth. I couldn't help but stare at the drawing on his hand. It was done in thick Sharpie pen, but it still was surprisingly detailed and realistic. A skeleton was giving me a glass pipe filled with crystal. The skeleton and I enacted the now familiar ritual. He held the torch, and I inhaled when the bowl began to smoke. It had already been hard to judge how big the hit was; this one was no different. When my lungs were full, he took the pipe, and started to inhale. Despite the crystal's impact on my brain, I stared in fascination as Leo did his hit. I watched his chest expand and grow, the black ink outlines of the ribs showing each puff in visual succession. At the end, we both exhaled. It had left us both a bit breathless and horned up. Leo pulled me close again. "I want to breed you boy. Got you knocked up." "Come on. Breed me," I moaned. "Breed my guts." "Hell yeah, Kenta," he said. "Fucking good hole. I want to enjoy this." He kissed me. It felt like it went on for hours, but yet, I didn't want it to stop. "As long as you want," I grunted. Another kiss, another slow fuck. His cock was taking its time as it explored my hole. He was measuring it out, sizing it up. Getting ready to make it totally his. "And as long as I need," he said. I could feel each vein and ridge of his cock as he slid his cock in and out of me. I wondered if every man was going to be this thorough and demanding. He kissed me again, and I nearly forgot about the cock pounding me. "As long as I need," he finally said. "Please. Give it to me," I said. I started to understand the bottoms in porn. I knew how they felt. How important every dick was. I understood their cock-craving, and it was exactly how I was feeling. "Yeah. You're feeling it," Leo said. "That's the crystal. Isn't it great?" "Fuck yeah," I moaned. Nothing had ever felt quite like this. I wanted to always feel like this, and I always wanted a hard cock like Leo's tool in my hole. "Please breed me." "All in good time," he said. "Kenta's gonna get it, I know." I loved that. He was going to cum in me. Best of all, it didn't matter. It was sleazy, but it wasn't unsafe or anything. It was perfect. "Please. Just breed me," I repeated. It was all I could think about. Leo's dick in me, and then Leo's cum in me. I wanted to think about something else. Something cleaner and safer. But I was feeling dirty and sleazy, and my situation only dragged me deeper. I was getting fucked by a handsome skeleton. There was a devil I would get fucked by as well. Far from being weird, the costumes made it seem all the dirtier. I wondered what I would get in exchange from the devil tonight, and exactly what I would have to give up. I would have done almost anything for more cock. But there was a party here tonight, and Seth had promised me all the cock I could handle. "Yeah. Love a fucking hungry hole like this. You're going to have so much fun tonight," Leo said. "Please. Cum in me," I grunted. I didn't want promises of future loads. I needed another load in me now. "One more for you first," Leo said. He put the pipe back in my mouth, and held the torch under it. I didn't care that I was smoking crystal. This felt so good that I didn't want to stop. "Big one," he said. "Just right for a little guy like you." He smiled at me, yet still held the torch under the bowl. He wanted me high, and I wanted to make him happy. I filled my lungs. Finally, he let the torch go out, and took the smoking bowl from me. He put it in his mouth, and inhaled. He looked so hot, as he sucked down another hit. We both held it for as long as we could, before exhaling. "Fucking nice," he said. "It feels amazing," I said. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding, and my ass was twitching. "Um," I started. "Yeah?" he asked. "Can I have another?" I said. It was overwhelming sensation, but it felt so good. Leo felt close and safe and his raw cock in my ass a signifier of how connected we were. I wanted to feel more of this. "Of course," he said. "It will be good for the both of us." He put the pipe back in my mouth, and heated it back up. I took one more giant hit, and then nodded. He took it and put the pipe in his mouth, doing another hit. We both held it for nearly a minute, his cock sliding in and out of me the entire time. Finally, he nodded at me, and I exhaled. I expected him to blow out as well, but instead, he pulled me down, and immediately blew his hit into me. I had no choice but to take it. We swapped the hit back and forth, making out the entire time. "Fucking hot hole," he said. The crystal was hitting me hard. I was barely coherent, and making inarticulate grunts and moans, as he fucked me. We kept on fucking; time was a difficult topic for me to follow. I wasn't sure if we had spent only a few minutes in the library, or if I had missed the entire party. I wasn't sure if I cared. Leo's cock was still rock hard, and he was dripping pre-cum into me. I had been wary of pre-cum in the past, but tonight, I loved how it lubricated my hole, making it easier for Leo's unprotected shaft to slide deep into my guts. I was never going to use a condom again. "You want my load?" Leo asked me again. I had been begging him for his load practically ever since he had first stuck his dick into me. I couldn't tell if this was just one more tease, but there was only one answer I could give him. "Please. Give it to me." "Hell yeah," he grunted. Over the course of the fuck, he had flipped me onto my back, and my legs were now up in the air. Even if I had wanted, it would have been hard to push him off. He pushed his dick deep into me, but this time, he didn't pull out. "Fuuuuck," he moaned. Deep in my guts, his cock swelled, and a thick glob of his cum shot into me. "FUUUUUUCK," he moaned, and another spurt landed in my guts. "FUUUCK MEEE," I grunted in reply. My ass was squeezing his dick as tight as I could, milking out every drop I could. "Breed me." "HELL YEAH," he replied. "Breeding you." Two more shots from his cock lubricated my hungry hole. "Deep." Another shot. His cock was now sliding in and out of me, each stroke spreading his thick cum further into my hole. I loved the feeling of his seed filling me up. I loved how accepting it was, letting him anoint me with his sperm. "Fucking breeding you." "Please," I repeated. "Just fuck me." He pushed in once more, then held it. His dick was now just slowly throbbing, the last few drops of his semen dribbling into me. "Give it all to me," I said. "You got it," Leo said, then pulled me closed. He kissed me. It felt good. As turned on as I was, I didn't want to cum myself. I reached down, but found my dick was still strangely soft. "Tina dick," Leo said. "I happens." "At least you've got plenty of bone," I said. I traced out one of the bones drawn across his shoulder and down his arm. "Yeah," Leo said. "But let's see about getting you a few more bones to play with," he continued. We slowly disconnected. He pulled his dick out slowly, making sure that not a drop of his seed dripped out. "I bet the party has gotten started." From his bag, he pulled out two envelopes, each bulging slightly. He left it on the large central table, before gently pushing me to the door. He didn't seem to care that he was naked, except for his sneakers. I was suddenly conscious of just how little I was wearing; a pair of boots, a jock strap, and a harness. "Those boots do great things for your ass," a voice in the hall said.

I fucking love both....I'm very lucky that when I get FF that I tend piss even when I have an almost empty bladder....of course it's alot more fun when I have a full bladder...couple of FF buddies love to have one fist me making me piss into the others mouth....good times

Yeah boy, what u need i,will,do

PART THREE A half hour later I entered my bedroom having set Eli up in the guest room. I had given him a pair of my pajama pants and a teeshirt and left him to change and get some peace. My head was swimming and trying to make sense of it all why me? Why had he come here. Why did seeing him in a towel cause such a reaction in me. I stripped off my still damp clothes and put on a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in. I shut out the light and crawled into bed. I read a little then tried to listen to an audiobook- try as I may, I couldn’t pass out. It had been about an hour and I noticed the hallway light switch on under my door. I got out of bed, concerned Eli might need me. Need something, rather. I crossed to the doorway and noticed the shadow of his feet arrive at the other side. Something held me from opening the door to see what he wanted. The gentlest knock followed and startled me. I don't know why but I moved away from the door. I sat on the edge of my bed. What was going on? My mind was racing. The knock came again, this time the door opened and Eli stood in the doorway as light spilled in from the hallway. He looked ridiculous and adorable in my pj’s a few sizes too large for his slender frame. “Eli- Everything ok?” He took a step back. “I’m sorry- I… we can talk in the morning like you said. I just can’t get to sleep.” “Eli, Come on in. I’m happy to talk.” I said as i turned the light by my bed on. Eli turned off the hallway light and came in joining me on the edge of the bed. For the second time that night I became aware of the fact I was only in my underwear. “Not a PJ fan?” Eli asked? “I don’t usually sleep in them- give me a second and I’ll change.” I went to stand but Eli stood first. “No need, I don’t usually sleep in them either.” he stammered as he pulled off his borrowed shirt and Pj pants. “These didn’t fit too well anyway.”He sat back down on the edge of the bed. I was stunned. Turned on but stunned. Eli was beautiful in nothing but a pair of blue ane white striped briefs that clung to him deliciously. “I...Eli, I don’t know how appropriate this is.” “You’re not my teacher anymore. I’m not telling anyone, and I’m sure you won’t. You just said you’re more comfortable like this. So let’s both be comfortable.” I was married. I used to be his teacher. There were a million reasons this was wrong but I felt a pulling inside me saying it was right to give in. So I gave in. I gesture to the other side of the bed and laid back, he moved to the other side of the bed and laid down as well and we started to talk. We started to connect. The next hour or so Eli spilled everything. He was staying with his mother and they had been fighting for days. Eli had invited someone over and his mother came home and caught them as they were in the process of getting naked. She flipped out and kicked him out. “She was sick of my shit and wanted me gone” So- he left. Then he came here. The whole while he told his story I kept stealing glances at his near naked frame and started to think he might be doing the same. “Eli, you have to be careful. I understand you want to experiment but having a hookup at your parents? It just sounds risky.” “It wasn’t even about the guy. I just wanted…” “What?” “Nevermind, I can’t tell you.” “Eli, I promise I’m not judging- I used to be young and figuring things out too. There’s a lot I got into that maybe I shouldn’t have.” “Like what?” “I’m not falling for that. I’m not confessing to my past right now.” “Okay, we’ll make it a game. Tell me one thing you did in your “wild youth” and for each thing you tell me, I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to.” I thought long and hard. This kids was getting to me. “Deal” I said. END PART THREE

Ch.6 I think I must have blacked out for a moment or five. The next thing I am truly aware of is regaining focus with my face pressed into the surface of the bench while my body is being rocked from a slow deliberate fucking. “Unh. Unh. Unh.” The moaning breaths are being forced out of me from the hard, staggered thrusts. I don’t know if the guy fucking me is the same one who was fisting me or if I have been passed on yet again. I grip the edges of the bench and push my upper half up. The hands on my waist grip me tighter. “Back with us are you? Hope you don’t mind we just kept the party going.” The slapping of his hips into my arsecheeks speeds up and he drives his cock harder into me. Automatically I press back to meet him. As sloppy as my arsehole now is it still feels so good to be fucked hard and fast. I try my best to tighten my hole around his pounding cock to make it feel even better for him. “Fuck yes you little slut. You really do want all these loads don’t cha?” “I...really...do” I manage to gasp out in response between his shoves which have gone up a gear. He slaps my arse a few times making me yell out wildly spurring me to push myself harder back onto him. “Got another hot poz load for you slut!” “Please...” Is all I have time to say as he collapses over my back and his hips shudder. Deep inside me his cockhead is spraying my insides down with his poisonous seed. He holds inside me for a good few moments after cumming. Rocking his hips and slowly working his cock in and out of me. He pushes that load as deep as he can before he finally slips out. Leaving me feeling empty. As he steps away from me I glance around the room and realise I am finally in here alone. Using the bench for support I raise myself onto my legs and stand there unsure if I can even manage to walk out. Unconsciously I reach between my cheeks and run my fingers over my arsehole. It is very open and very wet. Even just that contact makes me shudder in pleasure and I bring my slick fingers to my lips and suck the cum mixture from them sighing as I do so. Very cautiously I begin to make my way out of the room my legs trembling with exertion. At the top of the stairs I pause and looking down them it seems an impossible challenge to attempt that descent. “Well done fella!” I turn and see the daddy from before leaning against the wall. “Need a hand?” He grins as he asks this knowing full well I am utterly shattered. I just nod. He puts his arm around me and I have never felt more safe as he guides me down the stairs practically carrying me the whole way. No words are exchanged he just leads me through the building to the showers where he stands me under the hot spray. Holy shit does that feel good. My muscles are all starting to cry out for all the cheques I have tried to make them cash over the last few hours and under the hot water I begin to sag. The daddy catches me before I collapse and as I face the cascade of water he presses up behind me and starts to knead my shoulders. Then my arms. Then his broad hands are pressing and soothing my back. I place my hands on the wall for support as he works lower. Some strength returns to me as he continues to massage everything I have strained. I cannot help but moan as his hands work back up my legs and begin to knead and spread my cheeks. He leans in and I feel his beard scrape my skin then his tongue slides across my open arsehole. He sucks and tongues my cunt for several minutes while I press my fingers to the wall and shove my arse back to him spreading my legs to open myself even more. Without meaning to I have bent myself and presented my arse for breeding. I feel strong hands slide up my back as he stands and as his fingers curl over my shoulders and grip me there the unmistakable heat and weight of his cock presses up against my opening and slips inside without pause. “That was easier than the first time.” He chuckles softly as he says this but I still feel every inch as he pushes all the way in. As the hot water runs over us both he begins to fuck me. Long slow strokes all the way in then all the way back out. Every so often he pulls completely out of me and leaves me gasping for him to fill me again. Which he does. Gradually his pace builds. We are both moaning now and the slap of his wet skin on mine is the soundtrack as I push against the wall to meet his powerful thrusts. “One more load before you go?” It’s not really a question as we both know there’s no way I’m going to refuse now. I just continue to meet his thrusts and try to clench my anal muscles around his hot daddy cock. He growls in my ear as I do this and I arch my back to contour myself to his body. His pumping into me never slows he simply takes hold of me and grinds his hips against my arsecheeks making sure his cock is good and deep inside me on each in stroke. “This hole was meant to take loads.” “It was. Breed my hole. Make me take it all.” “Good boy. I hope its my load that converts you you dirty little cunt!” “Fuck yes! Poz my pussy! Poz my fucking pussy!” He is wildly fucking me by now and I am slamming myself back onto his dick needing his cock, his cum, his virus. With a final hard shove he presses me fully against the wall and I feel him shudder as his balls contract and his cock spews his potent charged sperm deep into my open and very receptive channel. He spins me around and plants a deep kiss on me. I return it with the same level of fervour. As he pulls away from me he smiles down at me. “You can find some or all of us here most weekends if you need another shot. I know I’d love to breed this hole again.” I nod. I know somehow that if I’m not already well on the road to conversion I will be here until the virus takes. After I dry myself, dress and step out of the door with a brief nod to the guy who took my money last night; I smile to the morning sky. At least I got that damn song out of my head.

2. The Surprise I woke sometime around two in the afternoon to Rick pressing his cock back into my nearly recovered hole. I moaned as my hole once again stretched around his impressive girth, the cum from the previous times he had fucked me lubricating his shaft as he sank into me. Once inside of my Rick wasted no time, and was soon hammering my hole with ruthless efficiency causing me to cry out with lust. I am not normally a screamer but Rick’s powerful fucking forced yelps and moans out of me like no one had before. It didn’t take long this time for the load to boil up in Rick’s balls and soon he was grunting and bucking like an animal as he added another load to my already well-filled ass. “One for the road,” he growled into my ear as he came inside of me. When his cock had stopped twitching he pulled out and rolled out of the bed. “I’ve got some shit to do, so much as I’d like to spend the day breeding your hole… I’ve gotta go,” he said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll show you out,” I said covering my disappointment at seeing that magnificent cock go. “Don’t worry about it. Go back to sleep. Get my number from Austin and let me know when you wanna get plowed again.” Then he was gone. I laid on my bed for a long moment, naked on my stomach, my stretched out cummy hole facing the door that Rick had left open again as he exited. I went back to sleep. Several hours later I woke up again to the sound of a new voice in my room. “Damn,” the voice said, “Who wrecked your hole?” It took me a long moment to place the voice. But before my eyes were fully open and I had looked over my shoulder at the speaker I knew it was Austin. I suddenly remembered that the door to my room had been open and that the way I was laying on the bed my cum covered ass was clearly visible. Austin smiled at me a little oddly as he took in my compromised position. Knowing what I did now about Austin I found myself seeing him in a new light. He was still a tall thin twink, but I took note of the well defined abs, the incredibly hairy pits, sweet pink nipples, the narrow but dense treasure trail that led down into his skimpy yellow underpants. I noted too just how well the basket of those underpants was filled out. “Seriously,” he pressed on, coming further into the room, “someone did a number on your ass and left a shit load of cum behind. I had no idea you were suck a fucking slut, let alone a cumslut.” “I’m not normally,” I said, shifting in the bed and covering myself with a sheet. “So who dumped all those loads in your hole?” I hesitated for a moment and then said, rather sheepishly, “Rick.” A strange series of emotions played across Austin’s face so quickly that I couldn’t place all of them; but I’m certain that surprise, anger, jealousy, and fear all flashed by before he settled on lust. He rubbed his crotch through his yellow briefs and I could see that the healthy bulge was beginning to swell. “Why are you covering yourself up man,” he asked coming even closer. “You liked getting railed by Rick didn’t you? Well I’ve got something I think you’ll like just as much.” With that he practically leapt onto the bed straddling my pelvis. He lent forward and kissed me roughly. My cock quickly hardened again as I began to explore my roommates trim body with my hands. Our kiss was short lived though as after only a couple of minutes Austin broke away and said, “I have to get my mouth on that ass, flip over.” I did as I was told and kicking my legs apart Austin spread my cheeks and started to devour my ass. He lapped up the cum that had leaked from my hole and pushed it back inside of me with his tongue as he desperately tried to penetrate my hole as deep as he could with that same organ. Much like our kiss though this joy was short lived as soon I heard rustling and felt Austin shifting about behind me. Soon his mouth left my hole but his hands remained on my cheeks, I felt something warm and hard press against my hole and knew that it was his cock. Without saying a word Austin steadily pressed his fat raw cock in side of me. It was not quite as long as Rick’s but it certainly was as thick if not thicker. I whimpered into the pillow as Austin came to rest balls deep in me and started to kiss my neck. He started out slowly, sensing that my hole was still a little worn to from my night’s escapades but soon worked himself up to a feverish pace. Soon Austin was panting as I moaned into the pillows in front of me, and sweat dripped from him falling onto me. He was not going to last long, that was quickly obvious, but his cock was tugging at my hole as it stretched me wide in such a magical way that I wasn’t about to complain. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as he bottomed out in me and his cock began to throb. As his orgasm rocked through his body he leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t last longer, I’ll be ready to go in a minute though.” He started to rock his hips forward and back slightly, “But feeling all those POZ loads in you I couldn’t resist adding my own to the mix right away.” “What,” I said, my ass clenching around his cock in shock, “You’re POZ?” “Yeah,” he replied sounding a little confused, and then after a moment, “So is Rick. I thought you knew and that’s why…” “Oh fuck,” I said, “I had no idea.” “I’m so sorry,” Austin said, moving to get off of me. As his cock started to slip from my hole I realized I didn’t want him to stop. I had six loads of POZ cum in my hole… there was no changing that so I might as well enjoy the cocks that put it there. I reached back and grabbed his hips, pulling him to me, and shoving his cock back inside of me. “Where do you think you’re going mister,” I said. “But I’m…” “At this point it doesn’t matter, so how about we stop talking and you get back to plowing my hole with your fat POZ cock.”

I am a late bloomer in the sense that I have repressed my desire to have sex with men most of my life. The 1st time I noticed my desire was in my teenage years, when I came across a book describing a young boy performing oral sex on a Japanese man. I am remember reading that scene and wishing I was that boy. My desires got stronger when my sister, who was a lesbian, started bring her gay friends over. One of them left a copy of a magazine called Cherry tales. I was to timid to keep it but I remembering reading it and stroking myself to the story of a college boy being fucked by an older "daddy" top. Each time left me with guilt and shame in thinking what I was doing was wrong, so I would clean myself up afterward and repress my feelings. However, those feelings never went away. I channeled my frustration into academic success in college and then towards my professional career. Every now and then, a chink in the armor would appear. My desires would burst through my defenses. I discovered tons of gay porn on the internet, especially erotic stories. These would feed my fantasies and my desires, but not strong enough to break down my barriers, especially after I got married. Then I discovered this site. Quickly, I read stories about bottom just giving in, either with help of poppers or something stronger, and taking cock after cock in their holes. And then I started reading about stories where the bottom took a poz load, and it made my desires stronger and darker... I was in this frame of mind, when my wife decided to take a 10 day vacation to the beach. I would have the house to myself. I promised myself I would behave and use logic to defeat my desires. However, fate changed that a bit. It started with going to an abs book store, and getting some poppers and a big cock dildo. I thought logic would defeat my desires, since if I could not take a dildo without pain, then it was end my desire to be a bottom. However, watching videos of men being barebacked while massaging my ass and using the dildo did not produce the desired result. I enjoyed it and each day after work, I would watch xtube and play with my ass until I was taking the big fake dick with ease. Then I started looking for a daddy, thinking if I could not find one, then my desires would be defeated. After all, who would want a late 30s white male with a slight gut? Again, I was defeated since more than one man responded to my add and each chipped away at my desires until one commanded me to take a big hit of poppers. As soon as I did so, I received another email from him to type in my address, which I did in a moment of lust. The reply was be ready for daddy in 45 minutes with instructions to be on my bed, ass high in the air, toy in my ass, and watching bareback porn. I could not refuse.. I can not describe the nervousness and fear that coursed through my veins as the minute ticked by. My mind screamed get out of the house. Just take the car and drive, but my body refused to listen. Maybe it was the poppers, or the large fake cock inside me, or just the image on the screen of a daddy fucking a boy. I cannot say which it was but all combined to put me in a nervous trance to obey. That theme took over my psyche. Just obey and all will be well. I just moved to the bed and waited for daddy. While waiting I watched more bareback porn, and soon was moving the dildo with my hand in time with the screen. My body was afire with lust and the excitement overcame nerves. I was about to get fucked. There was nothing I could do to avoid it. Then I heard the front door open and footsteps coming towards me. I turned around. There was my daddy. A man of medium height, “John”, who wore sandals with shorts and a polo shirt. He told me not to move while he shucked his clothes on the floor. My eyes dropped to his cock, a big, wrist thick specimen that made my mouth water. That thing was going inside me?! I could not see how it was possible. Fear started to creep in. John looked at me, perhaps reading my mind, and told me to come to him. He gently pushed me to my knees, and told me to suck his cock. How could I refuse? I wish I could say I sucked cocked like a natural, but I think practice is what makes a good cocksucker. It passed through my lips with ease. The thick mushroom head was in my mouth. I was sucking a cock! I moved my head covering my teeth with my lips. I tried to form a tight seal with my lips. Soon, I felt daddy's hands in my hair and moans escape from his lips. His hips moved gently pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. There was no doubt, no fear. This was what I wanted and needed. My desires had won this battle and I let the lust take over. Then daddy said stop. He asked me to stand up and turn around. I did. A flash of pain gripped my body as daddy removed the dildo from my ass. Daddy then got on to the bed and asked me to get on top of him facing him. Again, the thought obey and all will be well flashed in my mind. I quickly complied with Daddies' request wondering what next would happen. It dawned on me that daddy wanted me to ride him, so I reached for the lube and a condom. Daddy slapped my hand away from the condom. “Daddy only fucks bareback son. Good boys want a raw cock. It will feel better and go in easier.”. It appealed to my logic and again, how could I disobey daddy? With lube applied to his cock, I gently guided Daddies cock to my ass. It did not go in easily... I believed the stories that cocks slide gently into an ass even a virgin ass. That did not happen with me. Sweat broke out across my forehead as I tried to sit on the cock. Each millimeter of lowering my hips rewarded me with sharp pain. I tensed even more as a I vainly tried to take more of the Daddy cock in. How could I not reward Daddy? It seemed hopeless. All my efforts yielded more pain tensing up my muscles. Daddy spoke to me through the pain and gritted teeth I heard: “Boy your body needs this cock..Just relax breath and let Daddy in..Daddy's cock needs your ass..just keep doing that boy..your tight ass feels hot on my cock..that's it..let the Daddy cock in..let Daddy into your ass..”. Those dirty words were poetry to my ears. I so wanted to please Daddy. Despite the pain, I mustered on. Wanting to please my daddy and take his cock in me. Daddy then looked at me and commanded me to take a hit of poppers. Holding the bottle against my nose, Daddy had me take two hits until I felt I could not breathe. Immediately the beating of my heart pumped lust and passion into every cell in my body. My ass relaxed and slowly more of the daddy cock entered into me. The rush from the poppers paled to the knowledge I was taking cock in my ass. Finally, I had a cock in me. My desires were true. How could I have repressed them for so long? As I got lost in this thought, Daddy wanted to change positions. Now I was going to be on the bottom.. What a difference changing positions makes. When I was on top, I could controlled the depth, pace, and angle of sex. Now, Daddy had all the control. It was the natural position for a bottom I think. All I had to do was obey and everything would be well. More commands to breath poppers, and then Daddy thrust into my ass. It was a strong, assertive but gentle thrust. I tensed as his cock went deeper, and then after a burst of pain, pleasure came into being. I had taken Daddy's cock all the way. Slowly, methodically, Daddy started thrusting. Small thrusts brought gasps of pleasure from my body. I could not believe what was happening. Nothing could compare to feeling his cock thrust in to my ass. Deeper and harder went his cock. Daddy's started kissing my neck and moaning into my ear. Daddy was lost in pleasure, but I was lost in ecstasy. I moved my hips to get Daddy in deeper. I wanted to touch my cock , but Daddy slapped my hand away. “Boy..you just focus on my cock..feel it boy..feel it go deep in your ass..feel my cock..” Finally, Daddy picked up the pace even more. I could sense he was going to cum when he stopped.. “Boy, open your mouth..take Daddies cum, take it”. I could not refuse, and Daddies cock passed again into my mouth. “Take my load boy, drink it..Take Daddies cum”. Daddy's cock throbbed. Hot man cream shot into my mouth. I moaned around his cock as I swallowed jet after jet of hot, salty Daddy cum. It was amazing. How could I have not done this earlier? After minutes, Daddy cleaned himself up but told me to remain on the bed. I had not cum yet, and my body was a fire with sexual passion. Daddy knew this and then spoke the following: “Boy, this was only the beginning. You are not done. I want you to get dressed in a pair of your wife's panties and got to Perseus Video across the border. There you will purchase a ticket to the theater, and walk in. You will obey the commands of any Daddy you meet there. Take your poppers and lube. Leave the condoms behind.” I was shocked. I did not expect this. I just wanted to cum and relish the experience that just happened. Instead, I found myself outside the theater walking up wondering what would happen next...