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I’m an educated, socially responsible adult male. I’ve taken COVID lockdown seriously. I wear the masks, I wash my hand frequently, I’ve gone through bottles of hand sanitizer. As such, I had not hooked up for dick in almost a year. But every man has a breaking point. Vince was my breaking point. Vince is a HEAVILY tattooed, swarthy Italian. Mid thirties, dark swept back hair, brown eyes, permanent sexy scruff, former college linebacker. The quintessential Alpha Male. I had been fortunate enough to hook up with Vince early last year. It had been an earth rattling fuck. And here was a message from him on one of the hookup apps. The usual back and forth ensued. Then this message came through: “Listen - I haven’t fucked a dude in like nine months. And I’m about to go fucking crazy unless I get off soon....” “Cum over now”. I typed it without thinking. No hesitation. I cleaned out with determination. I waited anxiously for his arrival. And when that knock came, I threw open the door and kissed him fully. My god the man is gorgeous. And despite the fact he could have any man he wants, here he was with his tongue down my throat. I sure as hell wasn’t gonna question why. We stumbled through the place, tearing each others clothes off. By the time we reached my bed we were naked and his THICK pole was at full mast. I went to suck him a bit but he threw me on the bed, flipped me over like a ragdoll and positioned me on all fours. He kicked my legs apart with his knees and moved into me. I felt him forcefully spit on my hole and drive his spit into me with his rough thumb. Then, I one swift move - he impaled himself into me. To the hilt. All of him. A fire shot through my body. I trembled and shook at the assault. I felt a panic as my cunt strained around his throbbing fuckpole. What followed was rapture. There was no slow build up. No hesitation. Vince was a runaway freight train. I’m no stranger to rough sex. But this was a man possessed. With just his spit for lube, he laid into my cunt like a railsplitter. It went on and on. Waves of pleasure-pain coursed through me, overwhelmed me. The friction of his thick, veiny mast pistoning into me made me break out in a sweat. I could feel every vein, every ridge, every glorious inch of him. It was endless. It was boundless. My hands gripped the sheets to the point I believed they would tear. And he fucked me determination. With authority. With urgency. With carnality. Sounds came out of my mouth. I could not form words. I could not conceive words. I had transcended my corporeal form. I was - We were no longer men; we weren’t even cock and hole: He had become the fuck. The glorious FUCK. Then - I didn’t so much ‘feel’ it, but I became aware that his nails had dug into my flesh and somewhere in my mind I knew. Words appeared - as if hanging in the air - “Oh fuck - OH FUCK - OHHHHH FUUUUCK!!!” Then, as if in slow motion, the damn burst forth. I felt his sacred cum flow into me. Over and over. Waves and waves of it - flooding me. I felt that familiar wetness inside me that I hadn’t felt in so, so long. He lingered there inside me. I could feel his fuckmeat slowly deflate as he ground his seed into me. Eventually, his cum slimed cock slipped out of me altogether. I felt droplets of his cum dribble out of my swollen cunt, down my taint, and onto my balls. I reveled for a moment in that feeling of completeness before his hands pulled me down to him. Vince held me in his arms. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, his breath in my ear. We laid there awhile. Our breathing slowed and synced up with one another. A warm peace took residence inside me, and a small smile graced my lips. .....end part one

I sincerely wish all my fellow BZ pigs from the Tops, to the bottoms, and all the fetishes you can shake your sweet ASS or delicious Dick at in between, a very Merry Christmas indeed. Despite how extremely difficult it has been for me personally during the last handful of years I really would LOVE to meet some of you guys during 2021. Truly. I would really like that. Let's HOPE on a global scale that we suddenly change direction so we can dance down a prosperous path where 2021 and beyond can rock on. 🎄☃️ Have FUN 🎅🎁

I had a layover in downtown Austin Sunday night. I wouldn't be checking in until close to midnight, and checking out at 3PM on Monday. I was hungry to get my ass used, but decided to skip cruising on Sunday and get up earlier on Monday to hunt for some cum. I slept longer than I thought I would, but was showered and ready by about 10:30. I put a quick connect ad on BBRT, logged into Sniffies, and placed an ad on DoubleList. As soon as my ad on DL was approved, I started getting replies. The first guy wanted an anon "door open ass up" scene and could be by at about noon. But since he's married it had to be only him and no other tops. I don't like to book time slots for guys, but I agreed as he had a hot dick (I only saw his dick pic, nothing else). Another guy hit me up saying he was 5 minutes from my hotel. He also insisted on 1 on 1 "door open ass up" because he's married, but was completely fine with sloppy cummy hole. So I told guy #2 that as soon as #1 left, I'd email him and he could come over. It being a work day, #1 was a little bit delayed arriving. But he messaged from the street at 12:40 saying he was on his way up so I opened the door and got in position. A couple of minutes later I heard the door open and him getting undressed. I took a hit of poppers and I soon felt his dick rubbing on my hole. He grabbed some lube that I'd put on the nightstand and pushed himself in. He was about 7 inches and fairly thick. After a few minutes he started breathing a little heavier, so I took another hit of poppers just before he dumped his load. He didn't give me a chance to taste the cum on his dick as he went straight to the bathroom to clean up. He got dressed and was out the door. All in all he was in and out in about 10 minutes. As soon as he left I messaged #2. True to his word, in 5 minutes he messaged that he was in the lobby and on his way up. Again I opened the door and assumed the position. This guy came in and was at my ass immediately. He didn't get undressed, just unzipped and started slapping his dick on my ass. As soon as he got hard and started pressing on my hole I took a hit of poppers. This guy came almost immediately. No trip to the bathroom to clean up, he just zipped up and was out the door. I kid you not, from the time stamp on his message saying he was coming up to when he left it was a total of 3 minutes. Fastest load I've ever taken LOL. It was only a few minutes after 1:00 PM, but I had no other serious offers. So I kicked back with some porn, fingered my sloppy hole, and jerked off. Then I showered and got dressed, and was downstairs at 3:00 for pickup. It's been a while since I've hooked up before reporting to work. I love getting into the van with the rest of my crew, and having cum in my ass.

Not been on for a while so just wanted to wish my BZ friends old and new a Happy Christmas and hopefully a Pozitve New Year! Hope you all get what you wish for this Christmas and in the next 12 months. xx

What had I done? It was late at night, and my horniness had gotten the better of me once again. I had been chatting to this guy on and off for months, getting myself exciting and then blowing a load and chickening out. He was a fit guy, bearded and slightly gaunt in the cheeks. Huge cock on him and had the filthiest talk. I should turn back, I shouldn't be doing this. I am going to regret this I know I am. But I couldn't stop myself. My hole was practically pushing me along the path itching to be filled. He had told me where to meet him. “Come to the side of the old church” his message had said “ wear some trackies but no pants”. I had done as he said. My hardon being held down by the waist band but pointing. I walked through the residential area and to the old church. It was situated in a surround of terrace homes, the church was still used, but mainly for community services. It was slightly sunken and walled by picket fencing, but you could be fairly unseen unless someone peered over the edge and in the darkness it was unlikely. I saw him waiting by the corner. He ha d a big rain jacket on and some trackies, he gave me a nod to follow him as he walked into the dark between the church and the railings. My heart picked up pace as I followed him down. He was waiting there rubbing his crotch but my eyes were drawn to his set up. There was a tarp propped up over a damp looking mattress on the ground, some plastic bags and a tattered suitcase were propped against the church wall and there was discarded food packages around. It hadn't clicked until then. All the times we chatted he seemed to move about. He was homeless. Suddenly my stomach was in knots. Was I really going to do this. He could clearly read me even in the dull light as he slide across the gap between us and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. His waxy rain coat opened up and I was pulled into his bare chest. He was slim but not skinny, with a nice tuft of hair on his chest. His nipples hard little bullets. I let myself be pulled in as planted a couple of kisses on my cheeks and then pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth. Naturally submissive I relented with ease and opened my mouth to his slobbering assault. His breath wasnt nasty, it was sort of sweet, but his beard was scratching my face and his saliva was dripping down my face. His hands pushed my trackies down exposing my arse to the evening air as he grabbed each cheek and gave them a rough squeeze. “Yeah thats it you dirty fucker, youre good at following instructions arent ya” He span me around and pushed my hands up against the church wall. He dropped to his knees and pulled my cheeks apart and with the same amount of wet passion, he drove his face into my hole and began lapping and slobbering all over it. I moaned at the pleasure of his assault, but also at how nasty I was being. Getting rimmed by some random homeless man. What would people say, what if someone saw me? I yelped as something jagged was pushed into me, he was working a finger in, painfully. I leapt up onto my tiptoes to try and get away from it but he quickly stood up held me tight and worked his digit in deep. “Ssssssh ssssssh ssssh” he whispered in my ear. “Dont want to wake the neighbours do you” and he moved me round from the wall and pushed me forward, digit still inside, onto the damp mattress under the tarp. “I reckon you need a little privacy dont you precious” He swung round and sat on my back keeping me in place as he pulled off my trainers and socks. He threw my shoes out from the tarp and kept the socks close by. Then off came my trackies which he also unceremoniously discarded. He yanked me onto my back and shifted pulling his trackies down and pulling out his huge hard cock. Clearly he liked being rough because he was solid as they came and dripping precum. Despite my anxiousness, I couldnt help but lick my lips to which he laughed. “You fucking pigs are all the same, dont worry you'll get it. Now open your mouth you cunt”. I opened wide getting ready to suck when I heard him snort and then gob a huge chunk of phlegm into my mouth. I gagged but he quickly put a hand over my mouth and snarled at me to swallow. I did and quietly shuddered. “Good pig now keep that mouth wide open, dont make me get nasty”. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, not as wide this time. I felt him lean close and could feel something pooling into my mouth. He was drooling slobber into my open mouth. “Dont fucking swallow yet, keep that mouth open” he said as he paused. I laid there, eyes crushed closed, a mouth full of a homeless mans spit. Weight shifted again, the mattress wobbled but I kept my mouth open, and my eyes shut. The weight came back again but different this time. I could feel legs either side of me. The smell hit me first. Unwashed, sweaty musk. His spread hole lowered onto my open mouth. “work that tongue pig, wash me good”. He squeezed me balls for compliance causing me to jolt. Through the saliva I pushed my tongue up and connected with his hole. It was wet and loose and I could taste a hint of metal. He groaned and gyrated on my mouth, periodically squeezing my balls between his fingers as I worked my tongue up inside his hole, making it wet and clear trying not to imagine what I was tasting and what state his hole was in. It was disgusting, it tasted vile, but I couldnt help myself. I was hard and leaking too. Shifting off my face he swivelled round and faced me again. “Now swallow you sick pig”. I closed my mouth, full of wet stinking filth and swallowed, at which point he lowered his wet loose hole down onto my cock. “Oh Fu..!” I exclaimed before a hand quickly gripped my mouth tight. “Shut your fucking mouth pig, just let me milk that cock dry with my bugged up hole”. Oh fuck, what was I doing, I was being raped thats what was happening wasnt it? I didnt want this. Fuck I had just eaten this guys hole, whatever bugs he had were in my mouth, in my throat and gut. Fuck this was a nightmare. What was I doing? And why couldn't I stop myself meeting his thrusts, pushing into his sloppy meat hole. Wanting desperately to get in deeper. “Thats it pig” His whispered, “Get ready to give me that last clean load you'll ever shoot”. My eyes bulged at the confirmation and my moan muffled around his tight hand. My cock spasmed shooting load after load deep into my assailant causing him to groan as he began to piss up and over the top of me showering my face and tshirt in a final humiliation. He slowed down and came to rest sitting on top of me as my cock softened and slopped out of his hole. The shame hit me like a ton of bricks. What had I done. He rolled me over and pushed me face first into the newly piss soaked mattress. I knew what was coming. A large gob of spit splashed between my cheeks as he slide his huge dick up and down between my cheeks. “Lets make sure it sticks eh...” his head flared through my tight hole, breaking it open. I cried out in pain but his hand found my mouth again, only this time pushing his sharp nailed fingers into my mouth and down into my throat. I choked against them as he slowly humped his full length into me pushing in, pulling out, pushing in deeper, pulling out. Working every single inch of his meat deep inside me. Only when he was balls deep did he rest. I quietly sobbed as he came close to my face “stop acting like the victim, you wanted this, no one forced you” and he began to slowly pick up pace pounding my hole harder and harder, churning up my insides. “This dick is going to give you everything you deserve you sick little fucker. I'm going to get you nice and pregnant” I pushed my face into the mattress begging for it to be over. He went silent and the sloppy sounds of the fuck filled the quiet night air. Without fanfare he grunted, and thrust in as deep as he could. I could feel the throbbing. It had been done. He pulled himself out and moved to kneel my face. He smeared his dick across my cheeks and lips. I didnt want to open my mouth and he didnt look like he was going to force it. He pulled back my tshirt and wiped my hole, then wiped his dick a final time. “You can fuck off now” he growled, and I crawled out from under the tarp. I grabbed my trackies and trainers and bent to put them on but he started shouting this time “ I said fuck off you dirty little faggot, you little sick queer pig!!” he was drawing attention deliberately, so I quickly scuttled off round the corner, praying no one was looking, and then when out of his view I put on my trackies and trainers. The taste of his stink was in my nose and mouth. I quickly walked back home, hoping I wouldnt have been missed. My phone pinged and I had a message from him, My mouth fell open and I began to cry. The message read; Be ready for the next time I message you. Otherwise this will get out. And attached to his message were various stills of a video of the whole encounter. What had I done?

First time poster. I’ve been pretty piggy ever since I was a teenager. I lost my virginity to a middle aged cop that fucked me raw on a couch at a friends party while his boyfriend jacked off in the corner. I don’t ever have the desire to be poz but now I realize that I love being fucked by poz men more than anyone else. I had my stint as being a random cumdump in my 20s, mostly men off Craigslist and a4a. Now I pretty much exclusively get fucked by 50-60+ undetectable men that I meet. There’s a certain honestly that they provide in being poz where I’m less worried then I am with some man who says he’s Neg but only fucks bareback or someone who’s status they don’t know. it may be my personal interactions but poz men are always open for way more freaky shit that I’m into for some reason. When I ask what Neg guys are into they usually response with “I like kissing. I like rimming. I dunno” When I’m talking to someone who takes pride in their status they’re usually up for “ill piss in your asshole, you feed it out to me, then when I cum in your boy butt I have a poz friend coming over to help finish you off and use that as lube. Also you’ll call me sir and lick my feet.” the neg guys I’ve know just all seem to be vanilla as fuck. Has anyone else experienced that?

I gave this little Bitch his Christmas gift this morning then He had a Nice Large plug slid deep into his well fucked hole. Using my toxic cum as lube. His cock was dripping with precum making his cage slick and dripping out the end of it. So a nice thick diaper was in order to keep everything dry as well as to ensure the plug stayed in his hole while he opened his presents.

It is that time of year once again where Santa flies across the Cities, Towns, and Villages of the world, dropping off presents to all those who have been very well behaved this year. However, please let it be known that Santa also makes time for those that wish to misbehave, as during his heavy workload tonight he will take a few tea breaks here and there to drop a load with his favourite past time; 🎄 COTTAGING! 🎅 Aaaahh, I remember those times very well, cottaging in central London. My favourite one closed many years ago, and is a restaurant now. I have on several occasions whilst on the top of a double decker bus looked down and into this restaurant and thought to myself as I homed in on the diners; Do you realise where you are sitting right now there has been some no holes barred man on man action. What wonderful memories.

I held the pot as Noel dipped his fingers into the gel before transferring it to his arse ring and pushing it into his sweet little boi pussy giggling “this stuff gets hot once its inside”, I feigned innocence “really son?, let me try it”, I dipped my middle finger into the pot “hands behind your head son”, he licked his lips as I gently pushed my middle finger into his lovely tight little hole, I worked my finger in and out “that feel better boy?”, he grimaced a bit “still hot but better”, I pulled my finger out of him dipping it into the laced lube again before returning it to his hole “its always hot at first but it still feels good eh?”, he nodded in affirmation not that I needed that his cock rock hard leaking precum onto his stomach was indication enough for that. I continued finger fucking him, getting deeper each time until I felt his little nugget, that made the little bugger cry out and arch his back “oh yeah you like that huh boy?” , he bit his lip then licked them so sweetly his eyes getting that lovely little glazed look I love so much, I pulled my finger out of his bum scooping up more of the lube shoving it deep into his hole again but using two fingers this time, he squirmed again, there was something so lovely seeing him adjust himself in the chair when he spread his legs over the chairs arms more, I worked his little bum, two then three fingers in him stretching his eager virgin little hole out “that’s a good boy, you love this its what you need”, I pulled my fingers out of hole delighting in seeing him push it out, his hole puckering yearning for more, his sweet blue eyes all glazed over and full of lust. I pulled him up kissing him deeply before twisting him round “kneel on the chair boy”, the compliant lad did as he was told as I undid my slacks and pulled out my fat cock, I spat on my hand rubbing it on my cock, the boy looked at me over his shoulder his eyes glazed and horny, I chuckled “time to pop your cherry son” lining my cock up at his puckering ring “your going to get it and then some”. He cried out a bit as I penetrated his little ring but the chems swimming round in his system blocked out the real pain of my fat cock forcing his virgin boy cunt to accept my cockhead as it popped into him, I grabbed his hips giving short hard pumps inching further into his anus with each thrust grunting “fuck boy your pussy is so tight!”, he was moaning and groaning hanging his head as his first fuck overtook him, my dick slivered in and out of his butt, his ring was stretched obscenely round my dick as I long fucked him “yeah boy your cunt needed this a real man to break you in!”, I grabbed him by his hair jerking his head up and back, “tell daddy how you love it!!” his tongue was hanging out the side of his mouth, spit running down his chin he gurgled “love it daddy” I dropped his head “I knew you would boy, fuck your cunt is so good!!” I grabbed his hips again and resumed my pounding, red streaks were showing on my cock as I fucked my big dick in and out of his stretched out little boy pussy, I made sure I angled my thrusts to hit his prostate eliciting little yelps of delight out of the boy as I felt round under him feeling his boy cock nicely surprisingly hard, “oh yeah my little slut, good fucking boy”, I released his cock and pulled my dick so my cockhead rested just inside his hole, then I slammed it back into him, “yeah boy Daddy’s going to give it to you how a boy should be fucked”, I did it again, and then again his body shaking his back shiny with sweat, I slapped his arse “daddy’s getting close boy”, he wailed out “yes that’s it boy daddy’s going to cum in your boi pussy, make you a good boy!”, I pumped a few more times before I ground into him as deep as I could and fired five or six nice big spurts of my fertile toxic muck into his deflowered little bum, as I cum in him I felt his arse contract round my dick as he fired his own spunk all over the chair, I could not help but grin “good boy!!” I stayed inside him leisurely pumping my dick in and out a few times as I never loose my hard on quickly ensuring that the insides of his rectum were well covered with my seed, I ran my hand down his back “that’s a good boy, just as a boy should be, well fucked and full of cum”. I carried on pumping him gently as the door opened and Andy the other Santa walked in muttering “fucking poxy kids”, and then his gaze settled on us stopping him in his tracks, he took off his big white beard grinning “who’s the fucktard?”, I pulled my dick out of Noel’s gaping hole smirking in seeing some of my pink tinged cum leak out “just a Christian dumbfuck boy who’s just had his cherry popped”. Andy pulled his cock out walking up to Noel lifting the lads head up “nicely chemmed I see”, before walking round tracing his fingers down the boys back and over his sweet bubble butt, he put his hand down scooping some of my tinged cum that was leaking from the lads arse and rubbing it on his cock, jerking it until it reached its full impressive hardness, he rubbed his finger and down the kids arse crack shoving his finger into the boys hole, Noel sighed hungrily as Andy finger fucked him “yeah little piggy your nice and open just how I like it”

I love Christmas, that special time of year when the decorations are up and everyone is so full of joy, but the main reason I love it is that because of my age, my powerful build and my deep baritone voice I get employed as a Santa, it’s a handy bit of pocket money. So that’s where this story kicks off, I was working at a small shopping centre, chortling and doing the ‘ho ho ho’ bit as countless times before as a bratty girl sat on my knee asking me for a pony, after her mother took a picture she jumped off and ran off with her mother, the next was another girl, the plain unimaginative dress and neat hairstyle denoted devout Christian or some other religion and that was further confirmed by the way her mother was dressed, however my attention was stolen away by the very cute blond teenage son that stood just behind his mother, I guessed him to be about 18 and though he was short and dressed in a very repressed kooky conservative way I could see that he would have a fine athletic physique underneath those dreadful clothes, I also saw the way he looked at my bulge. The girl sat on my lap asking for the starving in Africa to end and that peace should reign over the earth, I swear I had to stop myself from yawning as she chattered on about helping the needy, finally I realised she’d stopped, “Ho Ho Ho what lovely sweet wishes for Christmas my dear, what a good Christian you are!” as soon as I said that I could see the look of pride beaming on the mothers face “but you must wish for something for yourself?”, the girl looked shyly at her mother who sighed and nodded as the little girl became animated asking for a new dolly. The girl jumped off my lap and I turned my attention to the lad “come and sit on Santa’s lap son”, the kid blushed bright red croaking “I’m too old for that” however much to his chagrin his mother insisted and he looked so deliciously uncomfortable as he walked to sit on my lap, his eyes darting to my bulge again He sat on my knee and I tentatively brushed my fingers over his small firm round arse, though he stiffened he did not say anything so I took the lead and as I chortled “and what do you want me to give you for Christmas little man “I squeezed his little firm bum. While his mother and sister were giggling at the pictures they had taken I discreetly whispered “I finish in an hour or so boy, come back then for your present”. I saw him about 15 mins before my finish time, furtively hanging about, shyly looking away when I looked in his direction. “ho ho ho, its time for Santa to go to the north pole now, Merry Christmas everyone”, there were the usual claps and whoops, I stifled a yawn thinking ‘arseholes’ as I made my way round the side of the unit, I looked over my shoulder seeing him standing about twenty feet away, gave him a jerk of my head and went inside leaving the door open. I took off the beard and hat rubbing my short salt and pepper beard, before removing the Santa jacket and padding leaving myself wearing just the red trousers held up by braces and boots on, I scratched my stocky hairy belly as I heard the click of the door close behind him “you took your time boy”, I turned to look at him, the lad was visibly shaking “I didn’t want anyone to see me”, I smirked “and did they?”, he shook his head “I don’t think so”, I unzipped the fly on my trousers tugging my fat cock and balls out before sitting down and spreading my legs, I lit a cigar “c’mon boy suck my dick that’s what you’re here for”, he licked his lips but stayed still shuffling his feet “I’ve never done it before”, I slapped my forehead, trying to hide my excitement at getting a virgin “well no time like the present to try it son” and clicked my fingers “NOW!” I smirked as he obediently walked over getting on his knee’s in between my legs and held my rapidly growing cock in his smooth little hand, he stared at it for a moment and then tentatively put his lips on the end of it, I grinned “that’s it son, that’s what you need” as he became animated and literally sucked on my cock like hoover, I rested my hand on his blond hair giving him encouragement and instructions on how to suck a man properly, he caught my cock with his teeth only once and a slap to his sweet little face ensured he didn’t do it again. I settled back smoking my cigar and swigging brandy from my hip flask luxuriating in the sloppy wet tongue job my cock was getting from his inexperienced mouth, I looked down catching his blue puppy dog eyes looking up at me “when I cum boy hold it in your mouth until I say so”, he nodded and went back to sucking in earnest, I made a mental note to write a letter to Santa myself thanking him!! When I did cum it was a nice big load as I’d not wanked off that day, I filled his mouth so much that some of it did dribble out over his chin, as I put my cock away I smiled “hold it there boy”, “open your mouth and show me”, he opened his mouth showing my spunk swimming round in his mouth and over his tongue “good boy, swallow it now”, as he gulped it down I got up and put my jacket back on wondering how I was going to him back again. I handed him a toothbrush and toothpaste “clean your teeth so your mother does not smell my spunk in your breath”, as he cleaned his teeth I admired his pert little bum wiggling and then it dawned on me “want a job as my elf son?”, he nodded furiously spitting out the toothpaste in the sink “I’d love to but I dunno about my mum, she’s a bit”, I interjected “repressed?”, he blushed nodding as he smoothed out his hair, I patted him on his bum and pulled him close to me “don’t you worry about her son, go find her now and bring her to me, I’ll talk her into it”, as he left I asked “what’s your name boy?”, he grinned at me “Noel” He scurried out, and I did wonder if he would follow through but just to be on the safe side I sprayed the unit with air freshener and dressed myself as respectfully as I could possibly do, and then for an extra touch I put my copy of the good book on the side table. I was obviously very pleased when he brought her back, seems she was overjoyed at the idea of her son earning some extra money, unemployment was rife in the area and when she saw the bible on the side she was even more keen. I explained that I did not work on Sundays as it was the lords day, well that’s not entirely true I never worked on a Sunday due to drug and alcohol fuelled Saturday nights, she nodded in earnest agreeing with me but I then added “of course young Noel needs to be fitted out in his costume and instructed in the workings of the grotto, I can tell you’re a strict religious woman but would you consider allowing Noel to receive training tomorrow so that he can start work on Monday?”, she was undecided at first but then I lifted the bible up stroking its leather surface “I know it’s a lot of ask but its so unusual to meet such good Christian people who understand the true meaning of Christmas”, with that she elatedly blubbered “he’ll come after church tomorrow morning!!”, as they left I winked at Noel, he blushed and as the door closed I opened my hollowed out bible and took a good few swigs of brandy from the bottle secreted in there as I checked my stash of Tina humming to myself ‘have yourself a very merry chemmed up little bum boy’

Do any guys here like getting fucked in their trucks. I finally broke in my new truck and got fucked in the back seat. By a hot mexican guy that spoke a little English but he tore my ass up. He fucked liked an animal my hole is still sore

One of my pandemic tops just stopped by to put a little something in my Christmas stocking. I have been a good boy this year so imagine my joy at being fed his long, thick, veiny cock that I slurped vigorously, all while preparing my hole with my prostrate massager. He then mounted me doggy. My cunt was hot and slick and hungry for cock. We were both quiet for the first few minutes of the fuck as if we were meditating - me, thankful for his dick; perhaps he was grateful to have his cock buried in a hole on Christmas day. Eventually, he pumped me full of cum, showered and left quietly. Afterwards, I texted him merry christmas. Another of my pandemic tops just texted me. I told him what I had done so let's see if he shows up to mark his territory. 🐕🍆

Oink 🐷 can’t wait to travel and stealth some horny ass

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I'm a 57 year old bottom. I started getting the attention of young tops in my 30s. I have a fairly steady stream of young guys wanting to fuck and breed my ass. I like younger guys sexually. I like their energy, but it can get exhausting. It would be nice to get hit up by a guy closer to my own age sometime. I had lunch with an old friend who was in town visiting his parents yesterday. He was talking about the same thing. He and his husband are about 10 years younger than me. They have been trying to date guys for a number of years (as a threesome in other words), but all the guys who are interested have been under 30. That works for him, but his husband really wants a guy their age.

"So you are negative, right?" Only one of the guys bothered to even ask Jack his status, and only after Jack had pumped him full of toxic poz cum. "Ah ... probably not. " Jack confessed. "What the fuck!" the stranger yelled, "Why would you do that? You knew I was negative. " Jack calmly gathered his towel and left the guys room without saying anything. He was thinking "to bad bud, maybe next time you'll ask sooner ". But he was shaken inside and decided he would only breed his special DNA into willing negative bottoms from then on. Three months before his doctor insisted he go on meds Jack found an organized group of gifters on an underground Internet site. They organized 'Poz conversion parties ', just what he was looking for. An opportunity to experience the thrill of gifting chasers and a community of like minded grifters so he wouldn't feel so alone. The first party he attended was in Montreal. The second, he and a few of his new friends traveled to Boston. His travel companions knew a small group of friends living in Boston that would be taking part in the party. Arriving the night before they all met up at a popular gay bar. This was a chance for Jack to meet their US friends. The gathering was low key and Jack was having fun. Everyone seemed to be saving their sexual energy for the next nights debauchery which suited Jack just fine. One of the Boston friends arrived late to the bar. Jack was pulled from a conversation and introduced to Stu. Jack couldn't believe his eyes, his blonde God 'pump and dump' master who always fled afterwards finally had a name. As their eyes met they both broke into broad smiles. The friend doing the introductions said, "Oh, you know each other. " Stu responded with, "Hi everybody, please excuse us, Jack and I have a tradition to fulfill" as he reached out taking Jack's hand to lead Jack from the crowd. They beelined to the men's room and into the closest empty stall. Stu proceeded to give Jack the most brutal bareback fuck of the three. Returning to the group of friends for the rest of the nights festivities everyone knew about the sloppy treasure Jack carried in his ass. Stu took Jack to his condo that night, the 'pump and dump and flee' tradition now broken, and their 18 year cross border friendship had truly begun. ⁶

Just part of being a slutty skanky nasty cumdump whore. These days I welcum them, another trophy on the shelf, if you will, to share with others similarly minded.

Part 2: Thursday, 830pm I must have passed out, because when I looked up I noticed it was dark. I went to check my phone, but I wasnt able to find it. Looking around my friend noticed I was awake and came over from the counter near the sink. I didnt even notice that he had changed clothes, and was in a harness and a jockstrap. "Hey, sorry I must have dozed off. What time is it? Shouldnt we head down to meet up with people?" I mumbled, still trying to find my telephone. "Nah, its Thursday, I already told you nothing fun happens on Thursday. Besides, I have some friends coming up here tonight. You should stick around and meet them, they are fun" He sat down, wrapping his arm around me. I felt so over dressed next to him, but I didnt bring anything fun like that to wear. "Hey have you seen my phone?" I asked, still half heartedly looking for it, though mostly distracted by Spots outfit. "Im sure its around here somewhere, dont worry about it" He said with a smile, leaning in to lick across my nose, my lips, then pressed in for a kiss. This was rather forward I thought, but I did have vague memories of fooling around with him prior to passing out. I looked around the room, the sling had been set up, there was a bench, towels on the couch, and porn playing on the TV. Dudes in their fursuits, and rubber catsuits, and hoods, and all sorts of fetish gear, fucking and sucking up a storm. I got sidetracked by what was playing I didnt hear the tap at the door. I looked over to see Spots open and let two people in. "Hey thanks for coming. This is my roomie, you can just call him puppy" My face turned a deep red when spot half introduced his friends to me. "Maybe you two can help me get him dressed for our room party tonight?" He cracked a grin, winking over towards me. The two who showed up had bags with them, large ones that they set down. The quickly began stripping off their street clothes, digging in the bags pulling out all sorts of fetish gear. The taller of the two pulling out what looked like a black rubber suit. "Hey I hope you dont mind, since Thursdays are usually really slow, I thought we would throw a room party. You're okay with that, right puppy?" Spot asked me, again back at the counter with the sink. I just nodded, though he wasnt looking in my direction. "Hey kid, you look like youre about my size, why dont you try on some of my gear?" the shorter of the two came over to me, handing me his bag. I held it in my hands and blushed, not really sure what was going on still. "Uh Spot? What kind of room party? I dont know.." I was stopped mid sentence as the shorter of the two friends came and sat next to me, putting his arm around me just as Spot had. He was very, very cute. "You know, some people in their fursuits, some people in gear, have a few drinks, play space, etc. You know, a party" Spot casually said, he was pulling stuff out of his little bag, using a credit card to chop something on the counter. I stopped fussing, and looked in the bag that was handed to me. There was all sorts of gear. Harnesses, a bag with what seemed to be a rubber suit. A hood. I took the hood out of the bag and felt it up with my fingers. Slick rubber, what looked like a Pig. "Hey, that would look really good on you kid. You want to try it on?" The tall friend said from across the room, I looked up and he was buck naked, sliding a rubber catsuit on, I didnt know how to answer, so I kept thumbing through the bag. I pulled out a rubber tail plug, and a metal chastity cage. I must have been beet red in the face, because they all started chuckling in my direction. I figured I was in for the long haul, still a little light headed from earlier, I stood up and went to take the bag full of gear into the restroom. Spot stopped me as I went to walk past him, his arm between me and the door. "Hey, I think you should change out here. You know, so that if you need any help, my friends and I can help you. You dont want to slip and fall while trying to get into this stuff" a cheeky grin across his face, before moving his hand to direct me back into the main part of the hotel room I moved back to the bed and set the bag down. The taller of the two friends was wrapped in shiny black and red latex, he was pulling on a pair of boots. The shorter friend was putting on his fursuit, what looked to be a wolf. I had never seen a fursuit like this one, the fur was short, it wasnt a baggy suit, it clung tightly to his body, it looked fantastic. I took my shirt off, unbuckled my pants, and pulled them off. Next my underwear. I felt a little bashful being naked in front of three strangers, but I was anxious to try on some of this gear. I took the rubber suit out of the bag it was in, and laid it out on the bed. Solid black with some red accents on the sides and back. Shiny. Slick. Zippers on the shoulders, and a zipper that went around from the crotch to the rear. I admired it for a moment before I was joined by the shorter of the two. "Here, let me help you get that on" He said, wearing the bodysuit to his fursuit, but nothing else. He grabbed a bottle of silicone lubricant from another bag, and put it on his hands before rubbing it onto me. His hands were cold. He rubbed a thin layer of the lubricant all over me. "That should help you get into it." Spot had pulled a large glass bong from another bag out onto the counter. Great, a little weed might help call my anxiety. I began to pull the rubber onto my body, limb by limb. The suit fit perfectly, like a second skin wrapping around my body. I ran my hands up and down as my new friend zipped up the shoulders, sealing me into the suit. I saw a plum of white smoke escape from Spots lips, the taller of the two friends walking over to join him. The other friend pulling out a pair of black gloves and socks that matched the suit. I quickly put them on. "Hot damn puppy, you look amazing in that! See, I told you it was going to be a good night tonight" Spot said, smoke still escaping his lips. His tall friend leaned over to hit the bong next. I was handed a harness, black and red rubber, and was told to put it on as well. I wasnt going to say no at this point, I figured I should be dressed the part if I was going to hangout at the party. As I put on the harness, matching ankle and wrist cuffs were brought out, as well as a collar. Damn, I had never done anything like this before, but it was very exciting. My heart was racing as the thick bands were wrapped around my appendages. The only things left were the hood, and the collar. I figured I could wait until the party started first. "When does everyone get here?" I asked, looking over at the two at the counter. My anxiety was through the roof, I could really use a hit off that bong. "A few more people will get here soon, why dont you just kick back and relax?" He looked over at me on the bed, sitting there head to toe in full body rubber. The taller friend moved to turn off the overhead lights, and some RGB lights that had been haphazardly strung around the floorboard of the room turned on. "Hey, can I have a hit of that?" I asked Spot. Realizing it was probably the most I had said in hours. He smiled at me, took a big hit off the bong and walked over sitting next to me on the bed. He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine before exhaling, filling my lungs with smoke. I closed my eyes and took it in, I had never been shotgunned like this before. Something was different. He pulled away and told me to hold it, and not exhale. I didnt, I just stared at him. My body was tingling, my heart was racing. He told me to exhale slowly, emphasizing on slowly. I did. The white smoke escaped my lips, floating upward across my face. My eyes rolled back a little as it hit me. This wasnt weed. My daze was broke as I heard a knock at the door. The other guests had arrived.

The pungent scent of sweat and spunk permeated the air as sounds of hard fucking filled the small basement room and echoed off the ceiling, the slapping of skin on skin, animalistic grunts of exertion and gurgled whimpers of pained pleasure. I closed my bag looking around, it was rather poignant to see the pair of innocent little white ripped up briefs screwed up on the desk right next to the used point and tourniquet the head of security not five minutes earlier had tied round my little helpers arm. The sound of flesh against flesh brought me back to reality "That's it, boy" growled Bonsu as he relentless ploughed his fat ten inch cock in and out of Noel's chemmed up little fuckhole "you keep squeezing dat white boy cunt on your new Papa's big black cock!", not that the boy could make any noise except gurgle as his face and throat was being filled by another black guy whose name I did not know, I had to stop and admire Noels little white body being ravaged by the massive black men, his sweet athletic body I’d enjoyed so much over the past few days arching and writhing under the two men. I chuckled thinking what his mother would say about her sweet little Christian son being a fuck toy for older men now, especially for black men old enough to be his father or even grandfather, I knew Bonsu well enough to know that Noel would not be able to walk right ever again. I picked up my bag and lit a cigarette “I’m out of here”, Bonsu looked over his shoulder grinning at me as he fucked in and out of the boys gaping cunt “see ya next year Bad Santa Bruno”

That night I did not go out, I wanted myself alert for the next day, the next morning I’d picked out a nice elf costume for Noel and though it was maybe a little risqué I knew he’d wear it with a little bit of encouragement, I dressed myself in my Sunday best and sat waiting resisting the urge to light a cigar, drink some brandy or fire up the meth pipe. At 11.34am exactly Noel turned up along with his mother she was relieved when she saw me “I thought you did not work on Sunday but when I saw the Santa out there???” I stopped her, “unfortunately my dear lady, commercialism does not but recognise the ways of our lord “ I sighed “that is a colleague, an ungodly man, but the stores insist on a Santa everyday” I lowered my head “it’s not right but what can one do?”, she rested her hand on my arm “I completely understand” adding “may I leave Noel with you, he will do whatever you say”, I nodded ushering her gently out of the door “of course my dear lady, do not worry I’ll take care of him” I closed the door locking it, I walked across the room getting a cigar out of the draw lighting it up and started to undo my shirt, “don’t just stand there boy, take off your clothes”, I sat down groping my cock through my trousers as he shyly stripped off, folding his clothes as he went until he stood in front of me in a pair of old off white y-fronts “those too son”, he blushed as he pulled them down and off. He stood there like a little short Adonis, he was indeed beautiful to behold with a nice smooth lightly muscled body he stood covering himself with his hands, I stood up and walked round him “hands behind your head boy”, he hesitated as first but a swift slap to his peachy rear made him put his hands behind his head, I fondled his sweet six inch thick penis “that’s better boy” as he groaned and squirmed as I massaged his hard little prick and furry little balls, before tugging on this pubic hair “this needs to go”, I could see his emotions wave over him as I added “that’s if you want to suck my cock again son?” He groaned in anticipation as I sat him on the chair slathering his pubes with shaving foam, not being a stranger to shaving boys I did it expertly until his cook and balls were as hairless as the day he was born “is your crack hairy son?”, he fidgeted a bit “no Sir”, I raised my eyebrows “really?, show me”, he looked a bit scared but he raised himself up settling down so his legs were over the arms of the chair, his arse was deliciously smooth, like a plum, his voice was trembling “is it ok?”, I took a lick at it growling ”its perfect” before burying my tongue deep in his arse crack. I love the shock and surprise a boy has when a tongue first flicks over his arsehole, and Noel was better than expected, he shrieked “oh my god”, I grinned “like that son?” he squirmed and panted as I stuck my tongue right into his young arse “oh god Sir yes I love it!!!”, I savoured the fresh taste of his arse, I detected a scent and taste of soap as I tongued him, he was trembling playing with his cock “I never, never, oh my god forgive me”, I pulled my tongue out of his quivering boyhole “don’t you dare cum yet boy”, he groaned letting go of his cock, “that’s a good boy”, “you finger youself boy?”, he blushed nodding, I chuckled “show me”, Noel slowly licked his finger before putting it down to his smooth young hole, pushing his middle finger into himself moaning as he wanked himself with the other, I grunted slapping his hand “no wanking boy, just pleasure your arse”, he obediently let go of his cock, he looked so cute his eyes clearly needing approval as his finger slipped into his hole and he started frigging himself, I nodded “good boy” and smiled down at him at I picked up my tub of Tina laced lube, “that’s a good boy, here use some of this”, he looked at me quizzically “I’ve only used spit before”, I chuckled “this is much better than spit son”, he scooped a glob up as I grinned “show me how you do it son, go on just for me”, he rubbed the big old gloop of lube onto his hole “like this Sir?”, I had to control my voice as I whispered “very good boy, now finger it in, show me “ and just like that the kid chemmed himself up, I had to puff out my chest in pride, who wouldn’t?

I’ve always had a busy sex life but ever since I hit my 50s and embraced my Daddy identity I’m getting more younger men and boys than ever before who are willing to take my raw cock. I’ve got a regular, almost permanent live-in “son", Drew and hook-up regularly with other boys, either just me or me and Drew. I look after myself, hit the gym regularly and have a decent sized cock but my balls are kinda big so I rock a jockstrap. I live in a big city but it’s never seemed easier to find a “son” who’s willing to be barebacked and seeded by me. What so other Daddies and Sons think.

I was never a chub chaser till I became a dedicated bare backer and breeder. A huge turn on for me to spread those enormous butt cheeks and get into that hidden, sweet tight hole. Even better when I tag-team fuck with another top cause it works well to have a buddy pull apart the chub butt cheeks for good penetration. What do chubs on this site think about this? Hope you big boys don't think your big asses are just being used; they're actually being appreciated and worshipped.

Moderator's Note: "Race Play" is a thing. It's fine as a fantasy in fictional stories. It's NOT OK in real life unless both people are into it. FIRST TIME STORY. Its fiction so be kind in your critique. The nigger texted my dad. Jack make yourself free and give me a call. Jack excused himself, said he needed to run an errand and left his wife at the dinner table. A groveling masculine voice answered. The nigger told my dad, I know you can tell by voice I’m not some sissy white man, but a big dick nigger. I’m sending you a pic to your phone. Look at it. Any guesses what that is, yeah it’s my big dick breaching the hole of a hairy white man’s ass. Try and keep your dick in your pants, that poor white hole is your son’s. Yeah, I’ve been tracking him for a while. Knew he was the son of yours, knew you hated us niggers, thought nothing funnier that ruining his hole with nigger dick and knocking him up with so much nigger seed you’ll be having black grand babies for years. You should have told him that wearing tight wranglers only makes that fat ass he inherited from you even more tempting. Wasn’t’ hard to get a bunch of my buddies to want to fuck him after I showed them pics. Even more wanted to join after I told him his daddy was a nigger hating cop. Was easy to get him back to my basement. Dumb kid thinks with his dick, goes to the bookstore to get his dick sucked through the gloryholes once a week. He really should have made sure the door was locked. Was easy for Vince to get into the booth. Kids pants were already down to his boots, and ass exposed. Vince says he was shocked when he saw this rough faced black beast come into his booth. And even more shocked when he felt Vince lean into his back and force Josh’s cock deeper into the mouth on the other side of the gloryhole. Kid was distracted by the deep throating long enough to not notice Vince grabbing a shard form his pocket and see him spit on his finger. but he certainly didn’t miss that shard being shove roughly up his hole. Apparently dumb bitch tried to buck Vince away at that point. Once that shit was absorbed it was easy to manipulate him. Pulled his jeans back up and drove him in his pretty new truck back to my place. Whore was glassy eyed by the time we got him inside. Feeling so euphoric he didn’t question anything just followed 5 dark brothers into my dingy basement. He sat like a little obedient bitch on that ratty couch between two buddies. They just got smirks on their faces and ripped his shirt off, pulled his boots off, yanked his jeans off too. Kid must have a jock fetish cause he was wearing a grey jock. We did care about his dick so we left that on. I told my boys to put his cowboy boots back on him. I wanted to rest them on my shoulder next to my face. I wanted him to think of me every time he wore his boots, Think of the bull nigger that tore up his hole, raped him raw, breed him deep and knocked up him. You should have seen that pretty light hole swallow my cock. Ill give it to him he grunted and took the pain like a man. Once I had opened up him a little bit I grabbed my tina laced lube and coated my cock and plunged back into that bitch. I wanted him so high that he would associate new levels of pleasure with being filled by black cock. He took to his like fish to water the tina had him moaning in no time. Funny thing is your bitch son might be gay but he certainly doesn’t get fucked a lot, when I blew my charged up load into that hole and pulled out it was pink with blood. I literally tore him up. We all got a good laugh at that. My boys know I don’t shoot blanks, my loads been strong as shit ever since the meds got too expensive. After I dropped my nut it was a free for all. Nobody wasted their time with his mouth. All of us can get BJ anytime, we wanted some redneck ass. By the way, a good nigger always nuts in a hole, we spread our seed. Your boy took 12 loads last night. Now look closer at the pic. Notice how red and puffy that hole is, that’s what a bunch of big dicks will do over a few hours to a hole. We cunted your boy. Boy must be sore, and you must be eager to get us to stop using your son. Here is the deal. We know how much you hate niggers let alone fags, so you need to meet us at the preserve in 15 minutes. That is if you don’t want your cop buddies and fire department friends to see this shit. Don’t worry we won’t touch you, we just want to see your face as we defile your kid one last time.

There was no question I was a slut when I really lost my virginity. But until that night I always got fucked with a condom, no if, ands, or buts about it. I was dancing at a club with friends when I noticed this guy staring at me. He was tall, lean, and blonde. We couldn’t stop staring at each other, and before I knew it he had pulled me from the guy I had been dancing with and we were grinding on each other to the music. Needless to say we ended up back at my place. As soon as he closed the front door we ripped each other’s clothes off, grabbing and sucking as much skin as we could. Ending up on my bed I went crazy when he started fingering my hole. In anticipation I reached into my drawer to grab lube and a condom. “I just need the lube,” he said. That freaked me out. “I only get fucked with a condom,” I said pushing him off. “No glove, no love.” We were both rock hard, so I wasn’t surprised when he took the condom and put it on. He slowly pushed into me, filling me up with what I loved most in the world. Cock. We kissed as he thrust into me, going faster with each pump. Before I realized what was happening he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and rammed back into me. The only thing I loved more than cock was being dominated, so at this point I was in heaven. He kept pulling all the way out and shoving his big dick back in, until suddenly the fuck was just better. I started moaning louder than I ever had before, feeling more sensation than I swore I usually did. Something in me changed then. I became more aggressive, thrusting back, needing to feel his dick rubbing against my hole. We must’ve cum together because we both started howling at the same time. For some reason the inside of my ass felt hot. It was such a turn on! “Thanks for the fuck. Gotta go,” he said pulling out. Before I knew it he was gathering clothes and bolting out my room. I tried following him to the door, wanting to ask if we could hook up again. How could I not after the best fuck of my life? But I got to the living room in time to see the front door slam shut. Sad I’d never get to feel that dick in me again I rubbed my sore ass trying to soothe it. That’s when I felt something wet against my crack. I dug in, trying to figure out what it was when it dawned on me. Taking a look at my finger my biggest fear was confirmed. The jerk had cum in my ass! To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I noticed the used condom on the floor, and it was empty. I looked at my finger slick with cum when an odd thought came to me. I wanted to lick it. So I did, and I couldn’t believe how good it tasted. I dug my finger into my ass again, feeling just how squishy it really was. Pulling it out I knew I was being dumb, but for some reason I couldn’t help myself. I needed to taste my stealther’s cum leaking out of my ass! After a minute of dipping and licking, I realized exactly what I was doing. Horrified I ran to the shower and scrubbed myself all over, taking extra care to clean my ass. The next day I started taking PrEP to try to mitigate the risk of getting HIV. For a week I was a mess until I got tested, racked with guilt and terror. Terror that I had savored eating cum from a stranger out of my ass and terror that I had been infected with an STD. My tests came back clean, but I knew it would be months until I really knew if I was still NEG. I stayed celibate for a few weeks trying to be extra cautious. But with how much I loved sex I couldn’t resisted a good fucking for too long, so I was extra careful to make sure all my partners were clean and played safe. Unfortunately something was lacking. The first few times I just couldn’t cum. The friction I had always enjoyed while my ass was getting plowed just wasn’t enough anymore. By my fifth hook up I tried something I had been reluctant to do but was sure would work. I imagined myself getting bred, and sure enough I came buckets. After that encounter I was freaked again because I admitted something to myself I hadn’t wanted to. Being fucked raw was soooo much better than being fucked with a condom. It was no contest. But it was also dangerous. I went online looking up the dangers of fucking without condoms to remind myself why I had to forget about the best fuck of my life. That led to me finding the site that would change my worldview forever. Breeding Zone. At first I couldn’t believe what I was reading. People got off on chasing HIV? How could people actually want to be POZ? And stealthing. That was just fucked up. I knew from experience people did that and I was pissed people found it hot. I wasn’t amused when I noticed my own dick was hard reading stories about it. Before long I was obsessed. This whole time I kept hooking up, still vigilant about condoms. But every time I read posts or stories from Breeding Zone, the more frustrated I became. I did not want to use condoms anymore. They sucked. All they did was keep me from feeling the euphoria I had felt when I was stealthed. One day I just couldn’t take it anymore. So I did something I thought I’d never do. I made a profile on a site all about bareback hook-ups, BBRT. I was nervous making my profile. Taking a picture of my exposed ass was awkward, but also the most erotic thing I had ever done. My profile said: New to bareback. Trying to see if I really want it. It wasn’t long before I got responses. Some of the guys were really hot! Unfortunately they were also POZ. I still wasn’t ready to risk getting HIV, so I only responded to guys who were NEG. That first time was like an awakening. I went over to his place, still not sure about what I was doing. I brought condoms over, both out of habit but also hoping that maybe I could talk him into using one. When I got there I couldn’t believe how ripped he was. As soon as we were naked I was worshipping every inch of him, paying extra attention to his dripping dick. I started having doubts about the encounter when he put me against a counter so my ass was facing him. Then he rimmed me, dipping a finger in from time to time opening my hole up, making me forget the hesitation that had been building. But when he pressed his dick to my pulsing hole the need to tell him to stop, put on a condom, came over me. Then he pushed in, and I was officially a bareback bitch. He fucked me hard, making me moan louder than I had since the night I was introduced to the joys of getting bred. “Yea! Come on, harder!” I shouted. “Bred my ass!” “Yea bitch! I’m gonna fill your fucking cunt full of jizz! You want that? Don’t you faggot?” No one had ever spoken to me like that during sex, and to my surprise I loved it. “Hell yea! Cum in my ass!” I couldn’t believe I was begging for his load. Only months before I had been all about safe sex, and here I was screaming for him to breed me. I swore to myself I would never ask for a condom again. I was now a condom free zone, and I couldn’t have been happier. He filled me three times that night, and the next night I was getting loaded by another guy. I changed my profile to make what I wanted clear: My hole is meant to be loaded! Fill me with cum. NEG only. After a few weeks I realized something. I had become twice the slut I was before. While I had been fucked two, maybe three times a week before, I was now getting bred at least four or five nights a week. It wasn’t long before I’d hook up with several guys a night. One thing I was still careful about though was making sure the guys I hooked up with were NEG. Of course with how many hot POZ guys there were on BBRT, the temptation to break my rule was ever present. One night a guy messaged me who had the most beautiful body and dick I had ever seen. I knew I needed to have him fuck me, but before I could tell him to come over I noticed something. He was POZ. True, he was undetectable, but he was still POZ. I started messaging him back, telling him we wouldn’t be able to meet, when I remembered something I had read on Breeding Zone. Guys who were undetectable weren’t nearly as contagious as guys with high viral loads. The truth was guys who claimed to be NEG could be riskier cause if they didn’t realize they were infected their viral loads could be really high. That thought played through my mind as I debated over what my answer should be. Finally I decided. Fuck it. He was worth the risk. So that night I had my first POZ load. Once again I changed my profile: Breed me! There’s nothing I love more than sucking on a hot dick before its shoved up my ass to fill me with hot jizz! NEG preferred. Undetectable guys cool too. With the pool of guys open to me wider, I was soon getting fucked everyday. I started trying new things too. I was hooking up with one guy when he had to stop for a minute to take a piss. I said it without thinking. “Wanna piss in my mouth?” I blushed harder than I ever had before. I was about to say never mind when he grabbed my head, shoved his dick in my mouth and let loose. Gulping his piss down I thought it would never end, and it wasn’t long before I hoped it never did. Not long after discovering a love for piss I discovered another favorite pastime. Glory hole breeding. I had gone to a sex shop looking for some new toys when I realized there were video booths in the back. Curious I tried one out, turned on by the fact that I was watching porn and jacking off in what was essentially a public place. Soon I noticed a hole. Looking at it I wondered what it was for when a huge dick pushed through. I couldn’t believe it. I had found a glory hole! The need to go down on my knees and suck that dick was overwhelming. But I knew better than to hook up with someone whose face I hadn’t even seen. At least I thought I did until I found myself bobbing up and down on it, getting off on the fact that it was the most anonymous sex I had ever had. I whined when the guy pulled away, his dick going back to the other side. I started to get up to leave when I heard him. “Turn around. I want to fuck you.” At first I was alarmed. What kind of guy did he think I was? But my pants were already down and I was horny. For a moment I hesitated. I didn’t even know what this guy’s status was. With how much dick I was getting some were bound to be POZ with high viral loads just accounting for liars, but this was random sex on a whole different level. Bending down to pull up my pants I froze when he stuck his dick through again. That did it. Quickly I stepped out of my pants, turned around, grabbed his lubed up dick and pressed it to my now always lubed hole. Pushing onto him I felt like the biggest slut in the world. I loved it! Matching each thrust I focused on the feeling of his raw dick, basking in the euphoria it always gave me. When he came I came harder than I had ever done so before. It occurred to me my orgasms become stronger each time I did something more taboo. That realization was the nail in the coffin for my transition. Within a week I started to frequent bathhouses, getting as many loads as I could. I put out notices on BBRT and Craig’s List to make sure I’d get as much anonymous dick as possible. Between work and breeding sessions I barely slept. Status no longer became a concern of mine. All that mattered was that a guy had a dick and bred my hole. My BBRT profile now read: I take all cummers! No load refused! Bred me! Piss in me! Share me with your friends and strangers!!!!! Like I said status no longer mattered to me. Before long though POZ guys started to become an obession. One reason was because despite my year of high risk fucking I was still NEG. All the sluttiest guys I had come to know and hang out with were all POZ. I wondered how come I wasn’t too. Whenever I’d meet another NEG slut I’d be amazed I had found someone else like me. Then he’d convert. One night a hot, regular fuck buddy who was also POZ was ramming me deep when he became verbal. “You like that POZ dick, don’t ya you NEG bitch!” I had encountered POZ talk from time to time, but usually it did nothing for me. That night was different. “Fuck yea! POZ me up! Gimme dirty seed. I want to have your POZ babies!!!!” Once again I came harder than I ever had before. POZ talk became a huge turn on for me, and before I knew it I was getting fucked exclusively by POZ guys. The idea of converting was so hot it was all I started to think about. I started begging guys to POZ me, and without realizing it, I had become a chaser. One night I even went to the baths, paid for a room and put a notice on a board saying : NEG Cumdump. All loads welcome but POZ preferred. Help a chaser reach his dreams! My profile on BBRT changed again too, letting the world know exactly what I needed and wanted: Cumdump for POZ loads. NEG whore looking to convert. Bred me with toxic jizz, blindfold me, and let strangers use my hole! Just make sure they’re POZ and with HIGH VIRAL LOADS! I consider my POZ birthday to be the day I was video tapped in a gangbang with all POZ tops. I was in a sling with a mirror above me. I had requested it so I could see every second of my pozzing before I got to watch it on tape. I also wanted to stare at the message I had written on my chest in permanent marker that I planned to have tattooed: POZ PUBLIC CUMDUMP. At least twenty POZ tops were there, each brushing my hole with a toothbrush before they fucked me hard, leaving me their dirty deposit. Throughout the gangbang I thought about my decent and how far I had come. Once I was a normal guy, horny guy, who always practiced safe sex. Now I letting a group of POZ men, most of whom I had never met before being placed in the sling, abuse and rape my hole. As load after load of POZ jizz filled and overflowed out of me, I could only thing of one thing. I was home.

Barebacking is liberating. Meeting a guy and just getting fucked without discussions , rules or condoms. I let the top decide when he wants to enter me and I can relax knowing that I am there to please. I can celebrate that I get fucked raw , that I take loads and that have as much fun as I want . That is sexual freedom.

I have a bi/married buddy who gets nothing at home and anything he wants from me. More recently, because of the uptick with covid, i'm not really comfortable being unmasked. So, we've been fucking at least 2 times a month. My door is unlocked, i'm ass up, and we're both masked. He always breeds. He doesn't even get naked, just drops his pants. My favorite. I'm looking forward to the day when i can suck his cock, eat his ass, be pissed on... But, for now, it's just hole and cock.

Only one way, and that's deep inside... I always push my cock extra deep inside the hole when I shoot so I can deposit my seed well inside the bottom. Especially since many guys go to the bathroom after to push the cum out which is a waste. Most tell me that it's so deep they can't get it out hehe

Love trucker sex but hard to find in uk! Anyone any tips?

Woof. That’s so hot. Love taking loads and then getting on a flight home.

I’m a total bottom... always stay hard when getting fucked... wear my nipple clamps... keeps me feeling horny... love it when a top plays hard with my hole. 💦

There’s no such thing as “no limits”, or if there is, I’ve never seen it. There are those of us, me included, who have few hard limits, but we do have some. Then there’s softer limits, which for me are things I don’t really like doing, even to please a top, but deep down I want them to be pushed. A sub wants to feel used and degraded, and that’s not going to happen if you just have the kind of sex you totally enjoy, however rough or kinky.

That's the last part of this story, guys. I have some other ideas I'm going to knock around and start writing soon. Thanks for the great feedback.

Last night my boy, Drew brought a buddy home. I spent the night as a Daddy sandwich with my cock buried in Jason’s (Drew’s buddy) crack and Drew’s cock buried between my hairy cheeks. When we woke up Drew and Jason went down on me. First Drew ate my ass while Jason sucked my cock then I stood up an they got on their knees and shared my hard cock. In Drew’s mouth then Jason’s then both of them facing each other running their tongues along the length of my shaft. I grunted that I was about to cum and Jason closed his mouth on my cock and I fed him my load. Kid swallowed all I shot into him. Only thing now was I had 2 horny, fully erect boys.They discussed between them whether to fuck my ass or mouth and they decided on my mouth. Drew shot down my throat first then Jason skullfucked me and emptied his ballsin my mouth. His sperm tasted great. I deffo want more of him, specially his ass.

Igor is so fucking hot! That grin always makes me want to get ripped open by that big cock

i'm a critical care nurse and have worked with Covid positive patients since March. i volunteer to care for the positive patients, caring for sick people is my chosen profession. This pandemic has similarities to the AID's crises during the early 80's when we had just discovered the disease. People were afraid then too. Fear and the threat to life and health brings out the best and the worst in people. There are health care workers who refuse to care for Covid patients, just as there were during the AID's crises, and there are some who simply cannot for various reasons. There is already a nursing shortage in the US, and a lot of nurses are burning out because of the pandemic. The hospital where i work has remained so full, it is often on divert because we simply do not have a bed for another patient. This is the reality i have lived since we opened a Covid unit where i work in March 2020. Yet, i still get family members of patients calling me and trying to argue with me that Covid is fake while their loved one is in the Hospital with Covid. It's bizarre. i had one family member rake me over the coals because he had traveled 200 miles to see his brother and hosptial policy would not allow him to visit. His brother was on high-flow O2 which has the effect of aerosolizing the virus and making it more contagious, so people on high flow are not allowed visitors as a containment measure. The guy was verbally abusive and questioning my expertise. He asked: "is Covid worse than a staph infection?" In his mind, he was convinced that he knew something the medical profession did not, and he was trying to trap me with his brilliance. It was not an honest query on his part, in his mind, he already had the answer and he was just trying to nail me. i had to take time away from caring for my patients, trying to explain the infectious process to him, but he would have none of it. That can be really challenging, even with those who want to understand. Learning physiology is an complex degree, not a 10 minute explanation on youtube. my efforts did not matter though because he was not listening. In his mind, he already knew the 'truth' and that made everything else a lie or some sort of evil plot or deception. He was literally attacking and undermining the very people who were trying to keep his brother alive. It's sort of like having a family member with polio and calling the polio vaccine an evil plot to control and take over the world. That is the crux of the problem i believe. There are people in the world who have an absolutist mentality that closes them off from reason or science. Reality can be slapping them in the face, and they will insist that it is wrong in order to preserve their way of thinking and their conclusions. The internet becomes a gathering place where they affirm one another's notions, giving them size and momentum and seeming validity. The internet is a double edged sword. It can be used to find and disseminate valuable information. It can also be used for propaganda and deception. For those interested, The Social Dilemma is a great documentary that explores some of the very things we are talking about here.

If I hear this more than twice, I generally am done. It's not about you, the stupid hole. All you have to do is lay there and accept my seed. Unless you're an Olympic medaling bottomist, your job is finished when you open up and hold still and let me get my way. And if I don't come because you whined about it too much and annoyed me, you fucked yourself.

I wanna fuck some neg holes, with my toxic seed. HMU

Well, I now have been a member of the site for one year and it’s a lot of fun.

Part 5 The hotel was nice. Not 5 stars but very close. He had a bed the size of three of his usual one. He saw the bathtub was also huge. He knew what he wanted to do. There was a gift waiting for him when he arrived. He was told not to open ot until he was alone. It was a box with bath bombs. A note said he should use one for when they meet tonight. This was a big night for Jack. This was not only his first date with a man this was his very first date ever. He was never happier and yet he knew it was going to get better. He started praying to the higher power that Tom spoke of and, so far, everything was getting better for him. HE filled the tub, dropped in a bomb got naked and soaked until he knew that it was time to get out. He got dressed and was ready when he heard a light tap on the door. It was Tom, right on time. "Hello, please come in." Tom came in and greeted him with a quick kiss. "Are you ready to go?" Tom asked. Jack was so they left together. On the way down Tom held Jack's hand. Jack blushed. This was all so new to him. Tom smiled at this, " Don't worry, we are going to have a good time tonight." hey did, they went to a nice place for dinner. Then dancing. Then a walk along a local lake. Tom was clearly looking to be romantic. Everywhere they went Jack felt so alive. When they went back to his hotel Tom escorted him to his room and came in but said he was not staying. Tom took both of Jack's hands into his own. "I want you to spend tomorrow thinking if what comes next is what you really want. What I am offering is something that cannot be taken back and you need to know for sure. Call me tomorrow at 5 pm. If you say that you want what I am offering then we will spend the next day together where I live. I have left something else with the front desk, only get it if you want to go through with it." With that he gave Jack a good night kiss and left. Jack was suddenly tired and knew he needed to sleep. That made Tom leaving easier. He thought if he stayed that he would be out before anything could be done. When his head hit the pillow he was out. It was as if someone had pulled him into this deep sleep.

Part 2 Jack slept better than he had in such a long time. He awoke feeling refreshed like never before and really happy. He had a dream that things were going to be better for him. He heard his smartphone ring. "Jack it's your work." His mom called out. Yeah his parents had access to his phone. Their house their rules they said. He answered and sure enough it was his boss. They had a patient that some workers refused to treat. Someone quit over it. They really needed him to come in today. It would be an 8 and not a 12 hour shift and triple time would be authorized. He felt so strongly that he needed to be there today and he said yes. Getting there he was in his scrubs and told what was going on. They had someone with severe flu like symptoms and he was going to be here overnight and they needed to be the attendant to his room. All this for one person, why were they refusing to see this guy. Well, whatever, he was getting triple time and his parents would not know so he could put it aside. If he had been thinking he might of had a clue as to what was happening. He entered the room to see a man asleep in the bed and another man sitting in a chair next to him. "Hello, I am Jack and I will be here to help when needed for the next 7 and a half hours." The man in the chair arose and walked over to him and shook Jack's hand. "Thank you." He smiled at Jack and something hit jack like a bolt of lighting to his brain. This man was gorgeous. He was clearly in great shape, he had these dark inviting eyes that Jack felt he could state into forever. His Hair was black with a short conservative cut that looked perfect on him. His clothes were casual, polo shirt and slacks, that made his body look even better. Even his scent, a slight natural musty smell, drove him crazy. "I am glad you came, there are so many bigots in this hospital that I was sure we would be left alone." Jack was confused, for a second. He saw a scorpion tattoo on the man's arm. Intense flu like symptoms. Oh, wow. The man in the bed had the fuck flu. "Oh, by the way I am Tom and the guy in the bed is Jim." "May I ask your relationship with Jim?" Jack asked, his mouth suddenly dry and voice cracked. "First, lets get you some water." Tom said, sounding really concerned. He pored Jack a drink of water and Jack drank it down. Tom smiled. "I offered others some water and everyone refused. I have HIV and I just gave it to Jim here." Jack nodded his head, "I figured that out. But, I know how HIV works. I am not worried. I just want to treat it. So he has the fuck flu, I mean flu like symptoms?" Tom laughed, "You can call it what it is in here, Fuck flu is what it is. I fucked him several times so I could give him HIV." "He's a bug chasers then and you pozzed him?" Tom eyes lit up. "Yes, how did you know that?" It was Jack's turn to smile. "I have seed about it." Well Jack got to work. Jim was asleep most of the time, when he was awake Jack took care of him. The doctor also checked in a couple of times. When the shift neared it's end Jim was going to be discharged. He could be cared at home and Tom said he would make sure he was taken care of until he got better. Jack was alone with Tom and Jim for the last 20 of his shift. The next crew would clean the room, standard for everyone after leaving. Tom asked if they could talk in private, where no one could hear or see, it was important and just for the two of them. Well, the only place was the bathroom, which were big. When they entered their Tom grabbed Jack and kissed him. Jack was shocked but gave into the lust he had been feeling all day. The kiss was his first. It was long and passionate. Jack was loving it and was some what sad when it ended. Tom then knelt down, yanked Jack's scrub bottoms down, as well as his boxers and started to give him his first blow job. Tom's mouth was magical in how good it felt on Jack's dick. Jack was not small but not large so Tom was able to deep throat him. Tom also used his experience to finish quickly. Less chance of getting caught. Jack came into a man's mouth for the first time. Tom caught every drop of his cum in his mouth. Jack watched as Tom swallowed all of it. "That is for everything, I could tell that you wanted that." "Yes I did." Jack said as he made sure his clothes were on properly after finishing. As Jack was getting ready to leave as well as Tom and Jim, they said their goodbyes. Tom then said he had something for Jack. It was an older flip phone and charger. "There were a lot of places I could have takes Jim. Something led me here. I mean that. It was not just a feeling that here was where I was supposed to bring Jim I mean roads were blocked and traffic was diverted to bring us here to meet you. I don't know why I needed to give you that phone. You don't have to pay for anything it has enough prepaid minutes to last six months if you ony use it for me. I somehow know you need something like this for us to talk again and I want to talk again and more." Jim said, "As I do." Since no one was looking at them he shared a warm hun ang a strong kiss with both. "A higher power brought us together." Yesterday Jack would have said that a higher power would not even exist. Now he agreed. It was agreed that Jack would call when he could somehow get away for a few days. He was not sure how he would do it. He knew he just needed to have faith in this higher power to make it happen.

Good answers so far. Some things to remember is that you are reversing what normally happens down there. So its natural for your muscles to try and push out whatever is up there. The body is just following training it has followed. Part of the fisting experience is reinterpreting those muscles, feelings and sensations differently. FF bottoms have amazing mastery of their anatomy with experience. One thing that a lot of bottoms have to overcome is the fight or flight response. The mind lets fear in, and that triggers shallow breathing, muscle clenching, and discomfort. Here are some things to help overcome fight or flight. 1. Practice steady and deep breaths. Don't stop breathing. Believe it or not, many bottoms forget to breath right at that critical point where the fist is going in, which triggers fight or flight. 2. Poppers help, but remember the more artificially relaxed you, the less likely you are to notice any damage happening in your butt. 3 Train your mind to reinterpret sensations from discomfort or fear to "that's an interesting sensation and allow yourself to explore those sensations instead of react to them. 4. Avoid rough toy play before a fisting session. And make sure you aren't spending too much time on clean out. Make sure the steam of water coming from your shower shot is gentle and not harsh. Also not too hot. If you're too harsh in your clean out, you won't be able to take a fist comfortably, because you already sore down there and that's going to trigger that fight or flight response causing your hole to close up or push out. You won't be able to take your a fist because you already sore down there. 5. Trust between a top and a bottom in is of utmost importance. What helps build that trust is good communication between each other. At the top of your session it's always a good idea to communicate what you need to hear from your top. As a top I will always ask the bottom what they prefer ... twist motions or straight in and out? What kind of fisting do they want punch fisting or shallow play. It's important to know those things. Also as a top communicate how you're going to work. I always say that if you say "stop" I'm just going to hold my hand still in place instead of pull out. If you want me to pull out, say "pull out." Another part of trust building is to communicate to your bottom what you're doing. Remember the bottom can't always see. Even if they can see, the bottom can't tell what you're going to do before you do it. So I like to tell the bottom I'm just going to put one finger in right now or I'm putting four fingers in. Also give advance notice of big stretches. Whatever the combination you doing at the moment. Ofcourse after you build trust with a partner and have played with them several times you don't have to do that as much. 6. Tops don't necessarily know what you're going through as a bottom. A lot of tops have never bottomed and taken a fist. Bottoms need to know their own hole. You need to be able to communicate whether you need more lubrication used. You need to tell them whether you want more J-Lube or more Crisco. Tell them that their fingernails need to be buffed down more. You also need to communicate whether you have an injury in your hole or not. Is it the first time back to fisting after you healing from an injury. A top often can work around an injury if it's not severe. Of course it's important to give yourself time to heal and not play when you're injured. 7. Another thing you can do to relax during session is to follow meditation type principles. Pick an object in the room to focus on or a mantra to say when you need to re-center. If you've never fisted before, I recommend the website asspig.com. The reason I recommend it is that they have certifications lot of times on the profiles that tell you how good of a top or a bottom other people think they are. You get certified by peer review. If someone has no certifications proceed with caution. Also, also its good to be a little nervous. If you're too relaxed than you might miss out on a full body orgasm that you'll hear peop lo e talk about.

This topic has always been of interest to me, in part for the sexual connection and interaction, but equally because I think it's a missed opportunity to establish healthy bonds between males, reduce the occurrence of toxic masculinity, but more so learning how to create a healthy bond between men, one that's nurturing, emotionally healthy, and sexually active and fulfilling. Feelings of shame or hiding one's body, as if we don't all know what each of us already has, feels like the basis of a lot of ill. As a child growing up in Cyprus, it was very common for family and friends to gather in the evenings and if the child needed a bath, bring out a large bucket, and bathe the child naked right in front of everyone, with no one so much as batting an eyelash.

Posted here due to some slight bi material. My first experience with another guy I was tricked into it. I answered an add on one of those phone dating/hook up services years ago. The ad was placed by a lady who said she was looking for a guy to have a 3some with her and her bf. She had a sexy voice and I was intrigued so I responded and got on a chat with her. She said what she wanted was for me to come over to her bf's apartment. He'd have some porn on the TV and we'd sit on the couch and stroke ourselves and then she'd come in and 'catch us' and we'd have a 3some taking turns on her. So I get there and sure enough we sat down on the couch and he turned some porn on. It was a bi video which wasn't what I was expecting, but it was very hot with two big dicked guys and a smoking lady. We both pulled out our cocks and started stroking. I'd occasionally look over and he must have took that as me wanting more because he reached over and started stroking my cock. I'd never had my cock touched by another man other than a doctor, but he knew what he was doing and soon had a drop of pre-cum welling up on the tip of my cock. What he did then surprised me, although given the video maybe it shouldn't have. He bent right over and took my cock in his mouth. Wow! This guy could really suck. He had me hard as a flagpole and panting in no time. Then he surprised me even more. He stood right up and sat his already lubed ass right on my stiff cock. I went in right to the hilt and he started bounding on my cock. I'd never even had my cock in a lady's ass, and I was amazed at how warm and tight it was. I was thinking to myself "I can't believe I am really doing this! I'm fucking another man's ass. And bareback too!". All the thoughts about his gf had been as completely forgotten as using a condom. He kept riding me for all he was worth until I felt my orgasm building and then my hot jets of cum erupted from my balls up through my shaft and deep into his ass. So after that he called his gf and she said she had car trouble but she was glad we'd had fun. She said we'd have to do it again and next time she'd be there for sure. The next time the same scenario played out and she didn't show up again. But after that I didn't really care so much. I went back several more times and after the next couple times the bf just handled everything and I didn't talk to her. I'm pretty sure it was a setup all along. She probably wasn't even his gf, probably just a friend who was helping him get laid. Then I got curious about what it was like to suck. So I tried it and found out I like it. Which made me curious about getting fucked. So I tried that and now I'm a total bareback bottom cum slut. It is funny what things you get tricked into can lead to.

Chapter 8: *My conversion orgy commences* As I went to follow my nighttime Boss in response to his ''C'mon Stevie-boy'' out of his apartment he stopped in his tracks. - Wait! Hang on, Nezzie said you had your last very small dose at 8.05pm. Yeah, I think it is safe to give you some more. He went to his kitchen, coming back with two colas. One laced with more GHB, and a chaser. I necked those quickly - YES, now we're in business. We promptly left for the walk down the staircase towards the back of the building which only he had access too. Well, I would now be arriving on stage wet, with a Meth/GHB sweat! 🐷 We entered into the main part of the building where I was hit with the sound of pumping techno music. My body immediately moved with the beat as I followed behind, making our way to the side of the stage. And here we were; - Okay Stevie-boy .... Show time!! You go and do what you love doing, that Dancing that you are so great at. And you work that sweet ASS Pig-boy. As he was finishing his sentence he slapped my neoprene covered Ass, ushering me towards where I had to be. I danced from the sidelines and onto the centre of the small stage, and immediately began entertaining my audience. Amidst my 'intense in my own world Meth/GHB high', and dancing, I wasn't making any eye contact, but I sensed out the layout of what was in front of me, aside from 100 HORNY, and potentially dangerous Dicks! The room was basically a very large bar, with many tables and chairs in the centre, and a bar either side. Some guys were drinking spirits, but this crowd were mainly swilling back Beer. I was feeling so many things; High. Horny. Exhilarated. Euphoric. Sexy. And completely invincible. I was about to experience the best night of my life, and there was now nothing that was going to get in the way of that! I took my first of many dance turns where I would have my back to my audience, and the crowd all cheered in a pack mentality crowd. Of course, I did not know that I had 'NEG PIG' and 'POZ ME' with an arrow pointing downwards on my back. 😈 I'd now been dancing for a good 15 minutes and was now absolutely drenched in -Dance-GHB-Meth- sweat. My soft skin glistened which must have been giving off the scent to mate, as I began to glimpse 99 single hands stroking through their denims and shorts 99 stiffening Dicks. (One Dick missing, but that will come later). I did not know this at the time, but each and EVERY single one of those Dicks were filling up with HIV infected blood, helping that Dick get hard as it's depraved owner became aroused ~ 99 Power-Pistons to inject p☣️z cum deep into my NEG-Virgin Ass. My Boss who had gone upto his apartment upstairs had upto date stats on all his customers via questionnaires. He knew that of the 100 that were HIV+, ONLY 6 were medicated! One party goer was known to even have the CRF19 strain! 13 had various geno-types of Hep C. 17 had Syphilis. And 23 had active Gono infections in their Dicks! ☢️☢️☢️☢️ I had been dancing for another 15 minutes or so when I unbeknownst to me I were to be taking my final turn and back to the audience dance move, grinding my hips and wiggling my butt cheeks. I would not be dancing my fully intended full hour! I hadn't realised, but 98 of the 99 Men who had been dressed in their normal daytime/evening attire were all now completely naked, only leaving their footwear/socks on. I turned around placing my hands on the ceiling facing my horned up audience who were all but two members stroking their BARE pieces of toxic Fuck-Meat as I continued my sultry routine. Did I know what I was teasing and dealing with? Charged-up infectious DANGER that could strike at any time! Although I could not yet fully comprehend, I could sense and smell this danger in the main room to what basically was part of a sex club, and I was loving the feeling it gave me. I found in intoxicating and immensely erotic. The one guy who had remained clothed was wearing a Leather executioner hood. I could tell he was very skinny as his clothes seemed to just hang off of him, like a skeleton. 💀 And now, my dance came to a premature end, as this skinny guy and one of the many naked guys casually walked up to me. The clothed guy pushed my left hip so I naturally in response turned around. He pushed firmly on my round ass cheeks which made me bend over. He then unzipped the zip on my neoprene shorts, and shoved his face between my sweet Ass-cheeks, probing my clean shaven (open wounds included) NEG-Virgin cunt-hole with his eager tongue. I gasped in sheer piggy delight. Fuck, it felt so good. Not only had I never been fucked, I had never been fingered (apart from my own finger in the shower lastnight), nor had I been ever rimmed. My ass had always been off limits, and I was now finding out that it had been left unattended for far too long. The naked guy that had also walked up got up on the small stage with me, and shoved his Dick in my mouth. Having my 'increasing in its appetite for Dick' cunt-hole eaten out, and sucking Dick at the same time was hardly a current representation of the Dom Top I had always been. However, when I first met my daytime boss Ayan a few days ago, he awoke something that had laid dormant inside of me for all these years. All of a sudden a strong urge that I could not resist overcame me, an insatiable hungry NEED to be used like a piece of nasTy Fuck-Meat, and I sure had the right crowd for it! A large crowd that could share me ~ And generally do what they want with me! 🐷👅 The dressed skinny guy came up from eating out my cunt, pulled my neoprene shorts down to my ankles, and made me place my hands on the wall to the back of the small stage, encouraging me to really arch my ass out. As I began to snog the guy I had been sucking off my skinny stud wasted no time in diving right back in, enjoying my hungry-boi-cunt-hole as a sweet snack before it became a main course ~ For EVERYONE! ☢️😈 It was not long before I felt two more pairs of hands grope my back, legs and ass-cheeks, who very quickly had me back to being bent right over as they swapped places of the guys who had just been using me a moment ago. Their turn to eat my hungry-boi-cunt-hole out, and get serviced by my warm wet mouth. And then, ANOTHER pair of hands moved in, slapping my ass cheeks which groped me all over from behind. It was beginning to get 'BUSY' around me, and I was only moments away from being completely surrounded. My fully dressed skinny stud in his Leather executioner hood continued taking the lead of the crowd told me I now had to go from my current bent over position, to kneeling on the low height stage with my knees at such a position so that my feet dangled over the edge. It was at that moment my NEG cunt-hole became extremely vulnerable as the entire crowd like a tidal wave abruptly moved in, swarming around me. I was now at the complete mercy to my super t☣️xic charged-up environment. If my boyfriend Lew could see me now. 🤫

Chapter 7: *Showtime PrEP continues* First out came the hair clippers. He switched them on and removed all my Ass hair down to stubble, during which time I continued to fly into the next universe. Continuing to be an actual PiG in heat, frequently grunting in euphoric pleasure. - You keep yourself nice and clean down there Stevie. Good a boy should look after himself. And I fully intend to make sure you are very well looked after tonight. - Uh huh. Out came a standard beard razor. He spat a few times on his fingers and smeared his spit around and onto my now VERY eager cunt-hole. I screamed in ecstasy as my entire body physically shuddered, as did my inner being. The Boss chuckled to himself. He knew exactly how this night was going to pan out. He carefully shaved my boi-cunt until it was now properly smooth. I was 'almost' ready for the crowd I would be dancing for tonight. He leaned in and slowly began to very slowly lick me. Sweet mother of fucking Jesus. Those first few licks sent me into the next universe where I was pinging at an intense speed from star to star, for what felt like eternity. I was SCREAMING the fucking place down. If I was single, and met this man in a bar, I would not have given him a second thought, nor chance. So not my type. Yet, here I was! He came back up, and told me pull my own butt cheeks apart and keep holding them until he said otherwise. I again did as I was told, and looked down at his face as he continued to get me ready, just perfectly so. He placed the razor very close to my anus, when an aggressive expression took hold of his face, and he dug the razor in, purposefully cutting me. He repeated this process on the other side of my anus. Two cuts enough to cause some mild bleeding. - That feels a bit sore Boss. What happened down there. - Oh, just some stubborn hairs that wouldn't shift Stevie-boy. Don't worry. You are beautifully smooth down there now. That wasn't the real reason. He was making sure I was going onto stage thoroughly PrEP'ed. 😈 He took out a toothbrush from his bag, and started to brush it very softly over my now completely hairless NEG-Virgin Ass. OH FUCK ... That was feeling too GOOD! Once again I was in that next universe pinging from star to star as I continued my piggy 🐷 grunts of intense euphoria. He only done that for about 1 minute as he still had quite a bit to do to get me ready. - C'mon Stevie, get up, time to get you showered. Follow me. I got up, and as I walked behind him I felt like I was literally floating on air. I could not wait to DANCE! He turned on the shower and in I hopped. As the water hit my skin I was pinging from star to star again. It felt incredibly amazing. Water hitting my skin had never felt like this before. My nighttime Boss put a bucket in the shower, and grabbed hold of the douche. It was time to make sure there was absolutely no barrier between dirTy t☢️xic filThy DNA, and my unprotected cunt flesh. - Right Stevie, I am going to squirt some water up your ass now, and when I do, I want you to hold it for a few seconds, then sit on the bucket, and let it go. Okay!? - Yes Boss. We repeated this action a few times until my soft velvety NEG-Virgin insides were clean as a whistle, and ready to be contaminated with what was best for me, if I knew what was right for me. He poured the bucket contents down the toilet, gave my boi-cunt hole a quick wash and rinse, and threw me a towel. - Dry yourself up Steve-boy, and come to the living room where I and your custom made outfit will be waiting for you. - Yes Boss. As I was left alone, and dried myself, I actually now discovered that all my senses were super heightened. I felt fucking invincible and was ready to Dance ALL night. As the towel brushed over my nipples I noticed that they were rock hard, and poking right out, as though it was freezing cold or something. But I was nice and warm. My entire body was clearly ON-HEAT! I went into Aiden's living room, where I was thrown my custom made shorts especially for this event. They were exactly like the ones he had me try on a few nights ago; Still neoprene, still had the backside that unzipped for easy access. However, these were a different colour; completely black, and across the front part of the waist-band spelled out 'Stevie-boy' in a bright Orange. I felt excited. A thoughtful gifT! I tried them on, and they fit perfectly. They framed my pert round peachy ASS wonderfully! 🍑 - Thank you Boss. I Love them. - You are welcome Stevie. A little memento for you to keep for always, as a small reminder of your first night dancing here, where you potentially might become a regular feature during your stay. Now stand up, I need to put these on you. I stood up, and he attached to my brand new standing to attention nipples a set of stainless steel nipple clamps. He stood back to admire me. - Oh yes. My customers are going to have a very enjoyable evening. OK, two more things to do, and you'll be ready for showtime. He got a RED permanent marker pen and wrote on my back. Starting between my shoulder blades he wrote; NEG PIG. Then in the centre of my back he wrote; POZ ME! Underneath he drew an arrow to my coccyx. A very simple message for the private party goers downstairs, who were by now drinking Beer as they waited for the young NEG Englishman to come down so they could do what PIGGY acts they wanted to with him. 🍆💦👊💦 - Okay. One final touch. Lie on your back on the couch Stevie, legs in the air, and SPREAD them! He knelt before me again, unzipped my brand new custom made shorts, picked up the toothbrush that he was softly brushing over my anus earlier, and slid it inside my ass. He spent a good 5 minutes giving my soft velvety insides a good firm brushing. When he was done he zipped me up, got me to stand up, and MADE me look at the toothbrush. It was bloodied. - Why did you do that Boss? - Just want to make sure you are super ready for your Dance performance. God, how damn naive was I. It had nothing to do with my Dancing! I wasn't even here to dance, was I. That was all just one big ruse. He popped the handle of the bloodied toothbrush between my skin and waist-band to my neoprene dance shorts. Well, really they were quite simply neoprene FUCK-shorts. I clearly had a lot to learn!

I had a very intense sexual relationship with my dad for 19 years. He raised me and made me the pig I am today. Best time of my life

Dad’s Basement Part Twenty-Five I really didn't want to leave the resort, but Dad said that we could visit again in the future, which I made him promise. The drive home was quiet, well at least for me, I slept the whole was home. I guess the pool side gang bang wore me out even though I slept all night. Dad should be the one who was tired, he told me he was out whoring around until 2 a.m. We got home in the middle of the afternoon. I really wanted to hook up with either Garrett, well fuck anyone really. “Dad, can you message Garrett or Coach Paul, I need some cock!” “Nope, now between your initiation you can't have sex, not even jacking off.” “Are you fucking kidding me” “Not at all, I even have something for you to insure you don't” He left me standing in the kitchen, as he headed down the hall to his room. He quickly returned with a small box. “Drop your shorts, NOW BOY” he ordered. “Seriously Dad?” “Did I fucking stutter?” I did as he said. He opened the box. He took out what was in it. I watched as this device was put around my cock and balls and locked in place with a pad lock that hung under my balls. “What the fuck is that” “Chasity device, get used to it because it will be on until after your imitation” It was so uncomfortable, but for two days I wore it. Some times it was painful, especially when I would start to get hard and my cock couldn't grow. Saturday finally came and I was told to prepare for the night. Dad disappeared most of the day, leaving me at home. When 8 p.m. rolled around he came for me in my room. He was wearing just a jock strap. Seeing him in that, fur and muscles all in display was really turning me on. My cock stirred and pain again swept through my body. “It's time to head down to the basement. All the members have gathered, plus the crew to film your initiation,” he said. “Film?” “Yes boy for our site and for our records” My cock continued to fight the cage and the pain increased. “Try not to get too turned on, we don't want you breaking your cage or hurting that beautiful boy cock,” he said pointing at my crotch. I nodded as he and I walked through the house to the basement door. We stopped at the door. “Are you sure about this son, you can turn back now with no repercussions, once we start we don't stop until every member has used your hole and bred you.” I nodded. “Say it son” “I want this Daddy, I want this” Dad turned the knob on the basement door and pushed it all the way open. We walked through and went down the stairs. My stomach was a ball of nerves. I took a deep breath and stared at Dad’s furry ass. At the bottom of the stairs I saw that the main room had been emptied except for a fuck bench. I was expecting all the members to be crowded in the room, but they were not there. Instead was four men holding cameras. They were wearing just jock straps but the pouches were bulging outwards. There were four lights, all shining on the fuck bench. “Is this your boy,” one of the camera men asked. “Yes,” Dad replied. “We understand that his hole is the focus of the shots, we plan on having one under the action the whole time. We have a special cover that will protect the camera and the lucky man down there will make sure it stays clean” he said, “the other three will get the fucking at different angles” “You are the pros!” Dad said. He turned to me and guided me to the fuck bench. He helped me get into position and the strapped me in. The three camera men were already filming, as the one got in his back and positioned himself to catch the action underneath. “Son, just one thing. You can not lick, suck or do anything to the camera men’s cocks even if they are pressed against your mouth,” Dad said, “do you understand” “Yes Daddy” “If you want poppers we will supply them to you, just ask for them” I nodded. Dad moved behind me, squirting lube onto my hole, then pushed something into my hole and I felt wetness inside. I took a few deep breaths. “Time to begin!” Dad said. He stood in front of me, pushed down his cock. His cock was rock hard and bounced as he stood there. He shoved his jock into my mouth. “This will keep you from being tempted by the camera men’s bulges” Damn he just knows how to spoil a good time I thought as I head the men come into the room from the locker room. My mind imagined them all coming in naked with their hard cocks pointing the way. I felt a pair of hands on my ass, feeling my cheeks and a hard cock rubbing up and down my crack. My gang bang initiation was about to begin.

Sorry it took so long to get this out there. It's just tough with so much going on in life, right now. I spent most of whatever free time I had reading, as opposed to writing. I may have just one more installment after this, more like an epilogue. Thanks for the love and encouragement. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I particularly enjoyed writing out some of the raunchier elements with this, so my next project might be more focused on man scents. --- As soon as Joey left, I texted Carlos to let him know what happened and he told me he’d be on the lookout for Joey’s text. In the meantime, I went about work before prepping for the night. I got the text from both Carlos and Joey at the same time while I was prepping myself. Joey merely said to be ready tonight because he found someone who was interested. Carlos said he could wait for us to give Joey his third Poz load. My cock would not go down as I waited the rest of the day thinking about what Carlos said. Even if I wasn’t the one pozzing him, I was definitely complicit in the act. I wondered whether the old me would have ever thought something like this was arousing. Would I have been disgusted with myself. It didn’t really matter, my raging hard on told me. I was already in too deep. Joey walked in with the air of excitement. I could see it in his smile and instead of warming my heart, it warmed my groin. “Hi babe,” he greeted me. “I hope you’re ready. He should be coming over soon.” “I think I’m ready. I hope you are.” I leaned into his face for a kiss and pulled his hips into mine, grinding my hard cock into his own. We made out, arousal at our upcoming event fueling the fire of our sexual drives. Joey pulled my shirt off and I got a whiff of my pits. I didn’t bother washing because I had a feeling Carlos would appreciate it, but I saw the brief stink-face from Joey. I kissed him again to take his mind off of that. This night wasn’t about what he was into. Just then, the buzzer rang. Joey walked over to open the door and there stood Carlos. He looked sexy in a white tee and those loose fitting pants as he walked in. He looked from Joey to me and smirked. “Hey, I’m Carlos,” he ‘introduced’ himself as he shook my hand. The pretense of It all made me anxious and horny. He shook Joey’s hand, too. To his credit, Joey acted quite natural as though he hadn’t met him before. “I’m Joey,” he said plainly. “I’m the one who you spoke to. And this is my boyfriend, Andy.” “You guys seem pretty hot,” Carlos said as he brushed his hand across his chest. “I like that you guys are open to playing around.” “Well, we’ve been strictly monogamous until today,” I mentioned. I scanned Joey’s face to see if that statement was lost on him. Again, to his credit, he didn’t seem phased. Which only served to fuel my fire. “But I’d love to watch you work his ass over.” “Oh really,” he quipped as he moved closer to me and pulled my head in for a deep kiss. My eyes closed briefly and I brought my hand down to grope his cock through his pants as our tongues intertwined. After breaking our kiss, I noticed Joey’s eyes a bit dimmed but they lit up again as Carlos moved towards him. Joey led the way as all three of us moved into my bedroom. He stood at the foot of the bed, sandwiched between me and Carlos. I lifted his shirt off as Joey did the same to Carlos. They made out as I undid Joey’s belt, pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. I stood up and Joey crouched down to take off Carlos’s pants and admire the poison package. Carlos grinned and looked up at me. He reached for my shirt and pulled up. With my arms up, he caught a whiff of my scent and dove in with a “fuck yeah” and lapped at my pit. Joey had just worked the cock into his mouth at that point and Carlos seemed in heaven, switching over to my other ripe pit. He came up for air and I pulled him into a kiss, tasting my scent on his lips. Both of us breathed in the musk, panting as we made out while Joey worked on Carlos’s now rock hard cock. “Take off those pants and sit on the bed,” Carlos whispered huskily. I positioned myself at the head while Carlos pried Joey from his dick. He lifted him from the floor and guided him by the shoulders towards the bed. Joey crawled towards my cock, which left his ass in the air. As Joey started licking my balls, Carlos leaned in and started to lick his ass. It was such a turn on watching as Carlos ate with fervor at my boyfriend’s hole. “Mmm delicious,” Carlos said as he came up for air and started whacking his hard cock on Joey’s ass. He looked into my eyes and saw the hunger. “I can’t wait to fill it up.” Joey lifted his head off my cock and motioned for the condoms. He looked at me and said, “Thank you. I needed this.” I assume he meant the threesome. “I know. I need this just as much if not more,” I replied, referring in my own head to watching him unknowingly being loaded with poz cum. I gave him the condom so he could put it on Carlos. Carlos looked at me smiling as he spun Joey towards my hard cock, shoving his face down on it. Carlos pulled hard on the condom to snap it, as I’d already made sure they were easy to break. I handed over the lube and Carlos applied a generous amount to his cock and to Joey’s ass, shoving his fingers in to get more in there. I could have sworn I felt Joey squirm a bit. His mouth bit down on my cock a bit as I watched Carlos piston his fingers in and out. He pulled his fingers out and showed me his nails were long. It all made sense. Carlos aimed his cock at Joey’s hole and slid in easily with all the lube. I was hard as a rock knowing he was taking my boyfriend’s ass raw. Joey moaned into my cock as he was filled with that poz cock. I didn’t want to cum yet, so I pulled Joey off and kissed him. It was more of an animal kiss than a lover’s. Carlos gripped his hair and pulled him up to kiss him, too. I took that chance to get off the bed and get underneath both Joey and Carlos so I could watch that scorpion tail sting its prey. I was rock hard and drooling as I saw Carlos pull all the way out and slide all the way back in raw. He pushed Joey’s face down into a pillow and started plowing his way through that cheating ass. His ass juices and lube were splashing onto my face. I got up as Carlos looked into my eyes and winked. He pulled me in for a deep kiss. As animalistic as this one was, I couldn’t help but feel something I felt was missing from when Joey and I kissed. We shared something deeper in this passionate kiss. We broke our kiss as he used one hand to guide my head to look at his cock. His thrusting pace slowed considerably. He wasn’t pulling all the way out, but after a few more thrusts he pulled all the way out and pushed my head down to his cock. I could taste his musk and separate it from Joey’s ass juices. I could taste his cum. He’d unloaded in Joey’s ass. I lifted off his cock and stuck my face in Joey’s ass. I ran my tongue across the abused hole and pushed in. Some of Carlos’s poz cum leaked into my mouth and I moaned. Carlos made a show of getting another condom as he tossed the broken one from his cock into the trash so that Joey could see him as he handed it to me. I quickly went to work putting it on myself and “making myself comfortable”. Carlos came behind me and licked his tongue up my crack as I slid myself into Joey’s wet, used hole. I felt myself shiver as I could feel his tongue lap up my musky ass, working its way into my hole. I shivered, too, as I could feel his cum/lube mixture in Joey’s ass as I fucked my little whore. I shivered more as I felt Carlos kiss his way up my ass and back towards my neck. Maybe it’s cold in heaven. He tossed an open condom wrapper past me onto the bed. Joey looked back and saw him standing behind me and leaning forwards, kissing my neck. He saw my eyes glaze over with lust as I thrust into him with Carlos moving closer. He saw my gasp as Carlos snapped his hips against my ass. He heard me moan as Carlos thrust into me, which led me to thrust into Joey. I reached around to jerk off Joey’s cock and Joey turned his head back to the pillow and began moaning, opening his ass up for me. As Carlos tongued my earlobe, he paused there while continuing to fuck my ass. “This is so hot. You look so hot fucking him. I love your hole. It feels so nice in here.” I moaned hearing these words as he spoke them with a seductive whisper. “How does it feel, fucking your own load into his ass. Feels good, doesn’t it? God, you look so hot. Don’t you wish you were pozzing him, too? Wouldn’t that be hot?” His questions burned in my mind, fueling my fuck. I did think it would be hot. I did wish I was pozzing him. “Fuuuuuuck,” was all I could manage to say. I felt Joey’s ass clench as he reached orgasm. It drove me over the edge as I unloaded in him. I slammed each load into him, hoping he would be pozzed for all of his life. As I clenched up for that final blow, I felt Carlos’s arm across my chest. He pulled me into his cock and I naturally bent over to open my ass for him. I felt him shake as he held onto me. I realized I was shaking a bit, too. Carlos recovered first, pulling out of me. He helped me pull out of Joey and leaned in to lick Joey’s ass clean. He then moved to suck my cock clean of juices. Then he sat up and I saw his cock. I’m not sure I was surprised, but there it was in all it’s glory – with a broken condom on it. I leaned down to suck it clean and removed the evidence. Carlos took it and the one that was on me and tossed them in the trash. He lay down on the bed on that side as I slid up next to him, sort of squeezing Joey out to the other side of the bed. Carlos wrapped his arm around me and I felt myself melt into him. I closed my eyes and slept.