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It was football kit Saturday afternoon at the local club and that's where I met Kyle, he's a super slim, 6 pack lad with trackies and a chain. He fits in well with the rough lads but likes his luxuries too. On the night I met him we were both standing at the bar he'd just finished his drink. I asked him if he's like another - "totally - I deserve it don't I" he said winking. "Man, yes you do" I replied. We got chatting and starting talking about what we were into. As we spoke about barebacking I could see us both tenting our trackies - both packing a decent size. He was vers and I needed to blow a load - we headed to the back room and I slide his tracksuit down finding nothing but a bubble butt underneath. YES! Turned out he had pre-lubed so I knew he was a slutty one and slipped my cock into his hole. We gathered a little crowd and I felt amazing filling twinky Kyle in front of everyone - it was what they all wanted! A lad with tatts came up and shoved his cock in Kyle's mouth and he sucked it eagerly. With his tight hole and good looks it wasn't too long until I was shooting load after load in his hole. The tattooed lad moaned and filled his mouth not long after. As Kyle and I left the backroom he said - "thanks man - so hot - bet you loved it" and I said "wow boy yeah!" which got the response "better buy me another drink then". As we were back at the bar drinking he said "surprised you didn't ask my status since you shoved your raw cock in me". I was like "fair but neither did you but I'm neg so no need to worry". Kyle replied "I'd not mate - newly poz and not yet undetectable - but guess you were top so its ok. Now you know you'll still risk it for me - of course you will - I'm 22, with a six pack and basically perfect". i loved the lads cockiness! He said two pints down - need to go to the gents back soon. After about five or ten mins I thought seems like a while - with his cockiness I wondered if he left and was about to burst myself so went to the toilets too. They have quite the reputation in this bar so it was no huge shock to see Kyle sitting in the urinal with his top and trousers off and just wearing trainers. Whilst I'm an otter I loved the site of three big bears gathered round pissing on him and once one was done I took his place and let the flow start. By the time we were done the first bear had got hard and as Kyle bent to get his trackies the hairy bear slipped his big cock in to Kyles hole and the lad pushed back and accepted a deep sniff of poppers. That's right boy take my poz cock the bear growled and Kyle sniffed some more as the bear picked up the pace pounding the lads hole. Eventually he let out a big growl and burst into the lads ass. Perfect! After Kyle got dried off it was pretty much time to leave so we got our bags from the cloak room and put them on. I was like - "you not got any other trainers" and he said "nah - was a spur of the moment thing but it's ok cause its the afternoon session so the shops are still open. Plus you were one of the lads pissing so now your paying mate - I deserve it". I couldn't deny it. And he said "but don't worry you can see them on when we get home". I said "we're going to yours? Want more cum in you". And he replied "haha maybe - after today I need an ass to load - my balls are burstin and I love otters". I was like "will you wear condoms?" and Kyle replied "told you - I'm perfect - you'll risk it for ME". I wasn't sure I could do that but man I love bareback and his abs were amazing - there was the walk home to think about it...

Part 9 Throat fuck: 7 minutes. Chat: 3 minutes. Ass eating: 0 second. Lube: 20 seconds. Punishment ass fuck: 21 minutes. Breeding orgasm: 6 seconds. Post-orgasm endearment: 1 minute. Kiss: 5 seconds. Then Mickey was gone. Magoo was standing in the door frame with two other men. “I am working on lowering his inhibitions. He is not ready to put his ass on the block yet. I’ll get him there soon” Magoo explained to the two strangers “until then guys… get in here… I’ll give you the ride of your life!” On that, Magoo straddled my body on all four. His face smiling above mine. The first guy stepped on the end of the bed, pulled back Magoo toward him and worked his dick home. Magoo leaned over my chest and nibbled my nipples. The second guy hopped on the bed over my head on his knees and jerked his really nice cock from soft to hard. I was able to briefly peek at his flat stomach and firm pecs. The door was still open for anyone to [banned word] in. It must have been a surreal scene: three men cramped on a bathhouse’s single-bed with only a dimmed-light ready to fuck while and other one, trapped by other, lay passively. “Up here, grandpa, suck this poz cock all the way… yeah… that it’s old bat, suck my fucker down your throat. Show us what a cocksucker you really are… what a hungry cum whore you are.” Oh FUCK! I realized; it was the guy with the sexy voice! Oh fuck… fuck! That was enough to fill my jerking fantasies for the next month! No, I was not going to wait…. I started jerking my cock. My cock was hard again. The guy was feeding Magoo with what turned out to be a long veiny cock. Magnificent! from my point of view. And what view I had! His hairy balls were dangling few inches from my mouth… A hairy ass was completing the entire portrait. Any horny guy in my position would have dove-in and nursed on each ball, bathing them with a lot of tongue. Any guy in my position would have snaked his tongue in the sexy ass crack, extending it to reach his hole and with the point teased it until its owner howled of pure joy. You know it by now, I am not any guy. So, I chickened out and watch. I didn’t trust myself. A simple lick on the tantalizing balls above would lead me to perdition. My lust would overpower my mind, and would make me commit regrettable choices. One thought was hammering my head: the sexy guy was… poz. Magoo was spit-roasted like it was a natural thing. His cock jutting from the grey pubes was soft. I moved my hand and grabbed his balls and cock, squeezed them once like you would with someone’s shoulder to give him courage. Magoo moaned his appreciation. In the blink of an eye my field of vision was obscured by the guy’s hairy ass, bringing Magoo’s head down with it. He was slowly moving back and forth. I was barely able to breathe and the manly smell was intoxicating me. I raised my hands tentatively on his thighs to signaled him my condition. “No hands pussyboy! And if you want some air soon, you better get that cock whore-licking tongue in action! Go on and give it some practice licks… just your tongue… that’s it faggot… right there… please your Daddy!” and to add to his command, my fantasy man completely sat on my face, trapping my head between his cheeks and the thin mattress. I didn’t want to… well I did, but no… I was doing it anyway… He pulled back on his heels, freeing me, desperately seeking air. Magoo was quicker! With one hand on my mouth, the other holding a bottle of popper – definitively the black cap one – stuck to my nose, largely breathing the unexpected chemicals, 2 hits… 3 hits… 5 hi… no 4… fuck! Why am I so weak resisting? To not succumb to this induced-nirvana? Oh, God, I didn’t want to, but I was now feasting on the hairy ass as Magoo returned on the cock. “Much better boy! Eat Daddy’s ass!” the sexy voice repeated like a mantra. “Yo! Eddy, you find yourself another asslicker?” I heard the fucker said. The sexy voice has now a name, Eddy. Eddy, sexy! Sexy Eddy! my mind mused in its daze state. I redoubled my effort wanting him to remember this moment, wanting him to tell me how pleased he was with me. Lust! In my horny fogged-mind, I pictured myself on the narrow edge between the too-long frustrated and sex-starved student and the pig that had died and gone to pig’s paradise (whatever that is!). “Jesus! What a fucking faggot whore! Yep, a devoted asslicker and I think he is getting along with the program. I might go easy on him with the paddle later! You should order him to clean your ass after and suck your dick clean. Oh fuck! Keep doing that…" groaned Eddy. No, no, no… I am not a cheap whore up for sale. “Umphh… ir… uw… mmf… onmf… unh… bah…” I said. Both men laughed at my attempt to my protests. Eddy was now holding Magoo’s head and was face-fucking him. I was not able to see, but I did for sure felt his cheeks moved rapidly, putting pressure on my mouth and preventing me to do a proper tongue ass-probing. All along his verbal assault was directed toward me. It was turning me on. I was certain Magoo would received his load, but it was not the case. Jesus (I found after that it was his real name) came in Magoo’s ass with frantic movements causing Magoo’s head to hit my chin and forcing Eddy’s balls right under my nose. “Snifffff!” “Oh! you pathetic faggot! …go ahead… smell your Daddy while I take care of grandpa…!” Multiple balls hairs went right in my nostrils triggering me to sneeze at the same time Eddy rocked back his ass over my nose and mouth again. "YOU MOTHERFUCKING SLUT!” Eddy exclaimed. “I swear you are a hot fucking slut… Damn, that feels strangely good!!! FUCK!" My face was covered in snot, saliva, ass sweat and hairs. And then, everything went still. My mind trying to comprehend what was happening. Jesus had pulled out his cock, and Eddy was standing up, taking Jesus place. Jesus stayed on the side with a look of a fat contented cat. His cock glistening with cum was pulsing from all the excitation it got. Magoo twisted his small body and started cleaning Jesus’ cock. I felt my legs being raised. I was dumfounded. It took me few seconds to comprehend what was happening… to me. I honestly started to struggle, not wanting to be fuck with a poz cock, even if it was sexy Eddy. “No… I don’t want to…” until I felt a hot tongue licking my ass lips in circle. “oh… fuck… mmmh… yes…” “No one will hurt you, Max. I told Eddy and Jesus about you. They will fuck you later… only if you want them to…” Magoo told me in a soothing voice. “mmmh… ok…. thank you… ohhh… for…” “Ssshh… it’s okay… suck grandpa's fingers..." as he inserted two salty fingers in my mouth. "...and rest reassured, I will fuck you first and you will let me…” I didn’t want to and Magoo seemed adamant to.

Mark was the boy next door. In my case, this was literal. I live in a pretty bad part of town, and Mark’s mother was pretty hard up for cash, and she couldn’t afford anything decent for them when she moved in next to me years ago. That was when he was in his last year of elementary school. When he was in eighth grade, I could see that he was going to fill out pretty nicely as he aged. He was a little pudgy and self-conscious about his body. He was always wearing baggy clothes, I think trying to hide his boyfat from bullies. When he was a freshman, his fur started coming in, and by his junior year he had a trashy goatee going, complementing his dark brown curly hair that went from the top of his head turning black as it ran down to his toes. I’m not usually attracted to teenagers. A teenage boy is still a boy. Hell, no one is really manly until they hit their thirties, if then. It takes some time for them to grow hair on their chest, excuse the pun. And they have to be trained. It is a rare boy that is worth the hassle. Mark was different. He was boyish, yes, but also kind of pathetic. I knew that his parents didn’t have money to help him with school, and honestly in my interactions with his mother I assumed it would be pointless anyway since he would probably take after her and she was dumb as a rock. And always, always broke: My first interactions with Mark involved him borrowing something from me. Everything from cooking supplies (basic stuff like butter; she was no chef) to shaving cream when he started to need it a few years ago. She was so dumb she missed the fact that she had a blossoming faggot on her hands. Which was good for Mark, because his stupid mother was also a Pentecostal and didn’t tolerate sodomy. I knew she had her suspicions about me, but she was poor enough to have to send her son my way for the shit she couldn’t pay for, and she needed money more than she needed to express her religious opinions. I first caught wind of this when the kid borrowed a laptop of mine for a school project his junior year. It came back absolutely filthy, filled with gay porn. Age appropriate gay porn; the kid was clearly into other twinkish, young guys. Actually, young white guys that all looked like they came out of an Abercrombie and Fitch shoot. Not my scene, but pretty typical for young white gay teen. Once I knew he had a nose for cock, I started checking the hook up apps for him. Incognito, of course. Eventually I came across him one day, after he had turned 18. According to his profile, he was not into anal. Drug and disease free. Looking for same. Masc only. “Be height weight proportional, under 30 only.” His words all, not mine. Me? I’m all about anal; way, way over 30. And definitely not drug and disease free. But hey, I was masculine. I checked off that box. But I didn’t think the kid would give me the time of day. Little did I know, I had a secret weapon. One day, out of the blue, I got a knock at my door. It was Mark, and he was red with embarrassment. “Hey Mr. Walker, can I talk to you for a minute?” He was shuffling at the threshold to my apartment. He looked like he wanted to be doing anything else. This was always the way he looked when he came over asking for a big favor. “What’s up Mark? Come on in.” I left the door open for him and walked to my living room, sitting in the recliner. Mark followed me, wearing his usual baggy clothing, his phone glued to his hand like always. I had actually bought the phone for him as a gift when he was 15, and all the rest of his friends had the coolest, newest smart phones. It was a pay as you go model, and frankly not very good, but Mark didn’t mind. “Thanks Mr. Walker,” he said as he stood next to the couch. He looked at me, waiting. “You can sit, boy.” I smiled at him, putting an emphasis on the boy part. He was going to need instruction from me at some point. I snapped my fingers, pointing to the part of the couch facing me. “Sit right there.” “Yes, sir,” he said. He was always polite with me, Mark was. I liked that. “Um...I need some advice,” he said. He didn’t want to be having this conversation, that much was certain. He was doing everything he could to look away, delay. He started mumbling something about how stressed he was at school and at home, blah blah blah. Boring poor teenager stories. Talking is overrated: That boy had much better uses for his mouth. “Cut to the chase, Mark: What do you need?” I am not a patient man. I was not about to listen to hours of teen boy sob stories. “Well...see, I need a car to visit my...girlfriend.” This would not be the first time that Mark has borrowed my car. His mother doesn’t own one, and he needed one for his licensing test last year. I own a nice black SUV, and I knew that Mark loved driving it. “I see. Where does your girlfriend live?” Now, I knew damn well that this kid did not have a girlfriend. But I needed to know how far he was going to go to convince me otherwise, in order to get my car. He had to take a moment to think about this. “Uh, Windsor,” he said. “So you need to cross the border?” Mark nodded, eagerly. “Yeah and the thing is she like, um, well her mom is kinda like my mom, you know? So she can’t date or anything, and uh...well, see, her parents are kinda going out of town this weekend...” “So you just need my car for the weekend?” I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts. “Yeah, if that’s ok, Mr. Walker.” He put his head down. The boy didn’t like asking me for help, ever. Probably because he knew how much his mother had taken advantage of me over the years, without me asking for anything in return. If only his mother knew: All of the favors I’d done for Mark over the years were about to be repaid, with interest. I got up and walked over to the door, where my keys were hanging off of a coat rack. I put them in my hand, dangling them. “I don’t know, Mark. If you’re going to be driving I should really let your mom know...” “No!” He said, excitedly. “Please don’t! She won’t let me go.” Those puppy dog eyes were wide open, terrified. “So she doesn’t know about your girlfriend?” “Well uh, she thinks I am going to spend the weekend with a friend from church.” “Jason?” Mark nodded. He did not have many friends, so that could only mean Jason. Jason was Mark’s age, but mixed race and his parents were still together and not, you know, dirt poor like Mark. “So he’s covering for you?” “Well...yeah, I mean...he was gonna go with me...” “You’re both going to go on a date with this girl from Windsor?” “Well I mean, Jay is 19, so he was gonna go and drink while we, uh, did stuff.” Mark is not above lying to get what he wants, but he must have taken me for a fool. He had “borrowed” twenty bucks a couple of months ago to go to Jason’s 18th birthday party, some lame laser tag event with their church friends. And now he had concocted a wild story to justify taking my car out cruising for cock, no doubt. But I sensed an opportunity, and I took it. I made a big deal of it, but after some hemming and hawing I relented and told him that he could use my car that weekend, if he was safe and responsible. The boy was eager, and asked if he could have the keys right away. I told him that I had to clear some things out, but that I would take the keys over to him later that day. After he left, I put my plan into action. Once I had everything in place and set up inside the SUV, I walked over to Mark’s apartment and gave him the keys before his mother got home from work. My own weekend was uneventful. That is, until late on Saturday night, when I turned on the security cameras that gave me a bird’s eye view of my truck’s interior, complete with audio. I toggled a bit, seeing all the different perspectives. It was a sight to behold: A shirtless, tasty Mark giving head to an equally shirtless, big cocked Jason. “Dude, that feels so good,” Jason whispered. “Your mouth feels so fucking good....” “Mmmphh” was all that Mark could say in reply. Jason was snaking his hand down Mark’s back, moving his fingers underneath the boy’s baggy pants. “Just let me fuck you,” Jason asked. Mark shook his head, lifting his mouth up from Jason’s cock. I could see it on one of the screens: That precum and spit connecting Mark’s cocksucker lips to Jason’s tool. “Dude, I told you I’m not into that.” “Come on man, just for a minute.” Jason’s hand moved farther down, and he seemed to be stroking Mark’s ass cheek. “No way Jay. I don’t get fucked.” Jason pulled Mark up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear. Something that was too low for the camera to catch. Mark turned around. “Ok, but just a finger.” Jason immediately shoved his arm further down Mark’s pants and started playing with that unopened hole, causing Mark to groan with pleasure. Oh yeah, I had these boys where I needed them. I let this go on for a while without telling Mark I knew anything. He and Jason had a few more fun nights together in my SUV. Jason was slowly introducing Mark to the pleasures of gay sex, but he was not having any luck getting the kid to give him his ass. At the same time, the boys were starting to drink and smoke pot together. I saw some of it on the cam, but the boy was starting to reek of it when I saw him in the hallway. Finally, one Friday night he texted me, asking if I could come get him because he was too drunk to drive home. I texted back that I didn’t have any way of getting to Windsor. Then he called me. Slurring, he apologized. “I’m not in Windsor,” he explained. “Jay and I got into a fight...” His voice trailed off. He sounded confused, and like he had been crying. “Where are you?” He gave me the directions to a park that was about a half mile away from Jason’s house.They must have been going there to get busy. By the time I had ubered my way over, he was asleep, with the car running. I knocked on the driver’s window and he sat up, startled, and opened the door. “Has the car been running this whole time?” I asked. “Yeah, sorry Mr. Walker, sir,” Mark slurred. “I didn’t want to drive ‘cause...” his voice trailed off, his intoxication obvious. “Mark, you dumb shit, they can get you for a DUI if the car is running. Get in passenger seat.” He stepped out of the car and stumbled, and I had to carry him over to the passenger seat. He started to panic. “I can’t go home like this, Mr. Walker, my mom...” I nodded. “Your mom is going to be very upset with you, don’t you think?” I turned the ignition and started pulling out of the lot and headed towards the park exit. “I’m feeling tense just from what you put me through tonight,” I added. “You could have gotten us both in a lot of trouble.” The boy’s eyes were closed. “I’m sorry Mr. Walker, really I am.” “Well, not as sorry as you will be after I’ve talked with your mom about this. “ Mark opened his eyes, and looked like he was going to keep crying. But he didn’t say anything, just slouched more into his seat. “Especially after I show her the video.” This sobered him up a bit, or at least made him sit up straight. “What video?” “My security camera. Haven’t checked it lately, but if you have been drinking in this car then she needs to know.” That really got his attention. He was staring at me wide eyed. “You have a camera in here?” “Of course I have a camera in here, Mark. You know how often cars get stolen in this town?” Mark didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to: I could tell from his sweat and trembling that he knew he was going to be caught with his pants down and Jason’s big cock in his mouth. “Uh, could you not show her the video?” I shrugged. “What’s in it for me?” And Mark knew I was right. As far as he knew I had put my trust in him and he had let me down. One of the few people around him that actually seemed to care, and to do things for him. “I can do stuff for you,” he suggested. “Like...chores, that kind of stuff. Just please don’t tell my mom.” “You smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one,” I pointed out. “Your mom is gonna know you were out drinking.” I could feel my cock swelling in my jeans. We were not far from the apartment now. Not far at all. “Can I crash at your place? Please just let me sleep it off,” he whined at me. “If you sleep at my place, are you gonna tell me what happened tonight?” I asked him. “Everything?” He just nodded. But now he looked defeated. As we walked into my apartment, I stopped him at the doorway. “You’re not coming in here with those stinking clothes,” I told him. “Take them off.” Mark hesitated for a minute, then started taking his shirt off, struggling through his inebriation. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, apparently thinking it was over. I had to take a minute to drink him in: A little shorter than me but covered with that fine black fur. And of course, I had to see the rest of him. “All of it,” I said. “And go hop in the shower. I don’t want you stinking up the place.” He walked over to the hallway and immediately went in the wrong room. “Whoops!” I heard him say. Once I heard him step into the shower, I started disrobing. When I opened the shower door he jumped, completely startled. “Mr. Walker! What?” He stumbled again, the alcohol and pot still clouding his head. Now, I am not that attractive. I’m attractive enough to have sex regularly, but I am a little bulky, I’m losing my hair and my thirties are nothing but a memory now, and I have a lot of silver or salt and pepper hair to prove it. But I have something that a lot of fags absolutely love: A nice nine inch cock. And now it was hard, and I was not trying to hide it. I just pushed my way in and pushed him aside as I started rinsing with the water and then lathering soap over my body. “Hot water only lasts for a few minutes,” I explained. “We’re gonna need to share.” He watched me lather up my dick, and he seemed to be hyperfocused on it. So focused he didn’t hear me calling his name. “Mark? Earth to Mark?” I snapped my fingers. He was pretty drunk still. He looked back at me, and then seemed to shake himself out of whatever daydream he was in. “Sorry, Mr. Walker. I’m still kinda out of it.” “That’s ok, boy.” I lathered up my hand with soap. “You know, Mark, I’ve been watching those videos.” I put my soapy, right hand over my cock, stroking it. Mark looked absolutely terrified as I used my left hand to turn him around and press his stomach against the shower, while moving it down his back until my soaped fingers pressed down along his crack. “You probably don’t want your mom to see those videos, do you, Mark?” He just shook his head, hanging it down in shame. “And I am guessing that you don’t want Jason’s parents to see you drinking down his loads of cum, do you?” “No, Mr. Walker.” I started lathering up his hole, and he reached back to stop me but I used my right hand to grab his. “Just let me get you clean, boy.” I started soaping him up, and he started moaning as my fingers teased around his hole. “I don’t really do that,” he whispered. “What? Clean your asshole?” “No, I mean...I don’t put things up there...” I could tell from his body language that he was getting really uncomfortable. I didn’t want to come on too strong. He hadn’t tried to run away from me yet, so I would take it slower. I moved my hand away and shrugged, like I didn’t care. In reality, my hard on throbbed because my touch was the first confirmation that his hole was hairy. “Just soaping it up,” I said. “But you should always keep your cock and ass clean, boy. Always ready for a man to use them.” I finished rinsing off. As I watched him, I saw that his cock was growing. “So you really don’t want your mom to see that video huh?” I asked, scrubbing what was left of my hair with shampoo. I could see Mark staring at me, his eyes darting between my grey haired chest and my cock. “No,” he admitted. His hands had crept to his 5 inch penis, which he was stroking now. “That’s a really big favor, Mark,” I said. “What’s in it for me?” “I don’t know, Mr. Walker...” “You said something about chores?” “Yes!” Mark yelled, eagerly, his eyes wide and a big smile. “I can do chores for you!” He looked at my cock. “What kind of chores?” “Um, any kind...” I put my wet hand in the kid’s hair and stroked it. “Be more specific.” Mark hung his head. “I can suck you off. If that’s what you want.” “No, not really.” Mark had no reason to know this, but I was not really a fan of blowjobs. It was his tight, unpenetrated ass that I craved. “Not right now anyway.” He stared at me. “I have a few videos,” I told him. “Mostly shows you, sucking off Jason. Smoking pot, drinking.” I stroked my cock for him. “Just teens being teens. But I don’t think your mom would like it would she?” He shook his head. “No.” I put my hands on his shoulders. “And you don’t have anywhere else to go, do you?” Mark choked up at this. “No.” “I see.” I pushed him down, until he was forced onto his knees. “You gonna do what I say?” I asked him. He nodded at me, uncertain, his innocent curly haired face staring back at me, waiting. I pressed my dick against his lips. “Open.” I grabbed his hair, holding him against my groin. He dutifully obeyed, taking about a quarter of my nine incher into his mouth. I just stood, waiting. He started licking, hesitantly, moving his tongue around my head. And then I did it: I pissed right in his mouth. At first I think the kid thought that I was filling him with a load. Probably thought that I came prematurely like his boyfriend. But a couple seconds in, he realized what I was doing and, acting on instinct, tried to pull away. That’s when I made sure he drank it all. It wasn’t much, but I had to make sure that he knew the score. After I finished he looked up, mouth still on my dick, bewildered. Frightened. And, I think, a little excited. Because what’s better for a bottom than pleasing his top? Nothing really. And whether this kid knew it or not, he was a bottom. Or a bottom in training. And I aimed to teach him well. “Don’t leave a drop,” I told him. He sucked and sucked for a few minutes. Then I pushed him off of me and finished rinsing off while he waited on his knees. I turned off the water. “Use the mouthwash on the sink,” I told him. “There are towels in the cabinet.” I left the shower, grabbing the towel I had put out for myself when I came in. Stumbling and shaking, Mark came out drenched, looking for a towel. “Where are they?” he asked again, still dazed and confused. I grabbed a towel from the cabinet, annoyed. “Here.” “Thanks, Mr. Walker,” he said, drying himself off. Then he stumbled again, and that was when I realized that this kid was probably too shit faced to even remember me pissing in him. After he finished drying his body, he stood, mute. Waiting for something. “Go sit on the couch,” I said. He obeyed immediately, without question. As his body sank into the couch, I grabbed my phone to interface with the TV. “I’m so sleepy,” he said, snuggling into the couch. The little bitch thought he could get out of this by playing tired! “No school tomorrow,” I reminded him. “And no work for me. You should stay awake.” He preferred not to. He started moving his face against the pillow, smiling against it. “You don’t mind, do you Mr. Walker? I’m just really sleepy...” Now, ordinarily, I would let the boy sleep; after all, this piece of trash was going to end up ass up no matter what I did. Tonight, something was different. I could sense it. I let the kid lie down on the couch, and after he was asleep I raised his legs up. That sweet ass stared at me, winking. I had to have it tonight. So I did what any rational man would do: I went and grabbed a baggie of Tina and started moistening his hole with it. He started to stir. "Mr. Walker? What's going on?" I stroked my cock as I worked his hole over. Then I pushed some of the crystal inside, making Mark wince in pain. "Mark, you and your mother have taken advantage of me." I circled my finger inside his hole, and he moaned. When he saw that I was staring at him, he looked down in shame. "I-I guess. I'm sorry Mr. Walker we just-" I plunged another finger inside. "Ow! Mr. Walker I didn't-ow ow!" I was jabbing both fingers in and out now, and he was starting to open up. His protests were turning to purrs of delight. Oh yes. Tonight I planned to go all the way until this slut was begging for more cock in that pussy.

Andrew woke up to the sun streaming through his bedroom window. He was naked, and had little recollection of how he got there. Suddenly a memory broke through the haze, the Church, his Uncle, all the strangers that had fucked him. His hole twitched at the thought, he ran his hand over it, he was definitely still loose. Slipping a finger in he could feel some random load still inside him, a small whimper erupted from his mouth. Rising from the bed he stepped towards the mirror, his mouth dropped, and his heart sunk. How would he explain this to his Dad! On his chest, now sat a pentacle, 'Ave Satana' sat underneath it. It didn't stop there, his nipples before small and cute were now red and puffy, barbells now pierced them both. His cock also now was adorned with metal, as small barbell pierced the head of his cock, and a metal cock ring was around the base. Turning around he could see a small Biohazard tramp stamp just above his ass. Andrew knew he was in deep shit, if Dad saw any of this he would go ballistic. His best bet would be to cover it up until his Uncle got home and he could figure out a plan. Andrew stopped, his hole twitched again, he remember vividly the feeling of his uncles cock punishing Andrew's hole. What would dad do if he found out, Andrew knew he would submit to his Uncle again, but he didn't want to risk loosing him. Dad might throw Uncle Dom out if he found out what had happened, this was bad. Walking over to his draws a folded note sat on top, addressed to him. Opening it up, a simple phrase was scrawled inside; "Fags wear Fag clothes" Andrews heart jumped, but then with a sudden realisation it dropped again. Opening the draw he groaned, Uncle Dom wasn't going to make it easy on him. Inside the draw were not his usual clothes, inside instead were imitations of his old things. Shirts had been cut into crop tops, his jeans were now barely shorts. Some new items of clothing were there too, tight fitting underwear, jocks, thongs, even some small shirts which ranged from slogans such as; "Knock me up daddy" to "Looking for a Daddy". This was ridiculous, Uncle Dom couldn't expect me to wear this in public, he wouldn't last out the day let alone the week. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he pulled on some clothes. What he ended up going downstairs wearing, was a black thong, a pair of shorts that did nothing but highlight the thong, and a crop top that had a very visceral drawing of a small twink being fucked by a larger hairier man. "Um wow son, new look?" Andrew's dad was similar in a lot of ways to his Unlce, except clean cut. The piercings and the tattoos weren't there, instead his Dad the younger of the two was similar in hight and build. Both men were massive, incredibly strong and muscular, they worked out most days together in the garage. Stepping towards him, Andrew could see his Dad has seen the thong, his eyes darted all over the new appearance, and at the crude drawing. "Dom said that you had a nasty thing with your ex, he said that you were acting out and staying round a mates? Is this... um part of that" Dad visibly swallowed, he was having a tough time looking at Andrew. Andrew was having an equally hard time meeting his fathers gaze, but for a different reason, he was bright red and staring at the floor. "Its.. uh, yeah. I'm trying something new" "Thats good.. um, I'm going to the office... bye" Andrews Father quickly ducked out, clearly uncomfortable. The door at the end of the hall slammed shut, Andrew breathed a sigh of relief. At least he was able to hide the Biohazard tattoo from his father, if he had turned around this would have gone wildly different. Andrew wondered what he should do next, he was off from Uni and his Dad was being awkward. As if by magic, Dom walked in, he was sweating heavily. Andrew could smell the sweat from across the room, his body involuntarily tensed with need. "Hey fag" Dom stretched an arm over his head, displaying the sweaty pit. Dom knew what he was doing, he knew he needed to move fast. If he was going to make a dedicated chemmed up pig of his nephew he would need to lay groundwork of submission quick, soon Andrew would be totally dependent on Dom. Just where he wanted him if he was going to make a few bucks of the little slut. Andrews eyes bulged, he knew his dad was only in the other room, but his nature was telling him to lock his Uncles pits. It was as if since Father had fucked him, since he smoked Poz Pigs pipe, he had unlocked something inside him. "Get over here fag, don't make me ask again" Doms husky voice sounded in the quiet room. Andrew winced, he glanced at the door, hoping his father wouldn't see. Andrew rushed over, diving his head into his uncles pit. Snorting and licking he was desperate for the stench of his uncles pit, the sweet saltiness. Uncle doms hand held him in the pit, Andrew was in heaven. He still couldn't get over the fact, his Uncle a god of men was using his own nephew. Andrew moaned, quickly being transferred to the other pit. Doms hands guided him, gripping his neck like a vice, Andrew couldn't have done anything else. "Knees fag, your Uncle needs a piss after his run" Doms' strong arms pushed Andrew to his knees, dutifully Andrew looked up into his Uncles eyes and opened his mouth. Dom reached into his sweaty joggers and fished out his large cock, piercing hanging at its tip, and familiar metal cock ring at its base. Andrews mouth began watering, he wrapped his lips around his Uncles cock head. He wouldn't spill any thing time, less it give it away to his dad Dom tensed, releasing himself into his new piss pig. He held his hands around Andrews head, watching as the office door slowly opened. "Hey so about earlier, I don't think its appropriate for you to wear that kind of stuff son..." Stan stopped mid sentence, and stop mid step. He looked at the scene before him, his son struggling on his brothers cock. Doms hands held Andrews head to his crotch, Andrew was looking dead into his eyes trying to push off. Dom persisted, turned to him and winked. "Hey bro, just having a piss in the fag" Grunting Dom pumped more piss into Andrew, Stan watched as his son swallowed piss his eyes taking all of it in. He noticed the biohazard symbol on the small of his back, shock set in. Stan knew what had happened, Andrew had gone to the church. Andrew struggled to keep drinking his uncles piss, but he had no choice. Even when his father was stood only a meter away, watching his fag son comit [banned word]. He was ashamed to admit, but he was so hard right now, Andrew wanted people to know how much of fag he was. Andrew needed men to know that he was there to serve. Dom relaxed, the last of his piss drainging into his nephews mouth. Pulling out he shook his cock, his PA catching the sunlight. Then pulling his joggers off, he walked over to the toilet to take a shower. He wanted to let them process the new power dynamic of the house.

After Max's second load, the boys had settled into a more relaxed posture with max resting gently on his side, his arm around Oliver and his semihard cock once so obstinate now buried safely inside the piggy twinks warm cummy hole as the two dozed lightly. Trey stirred lightly from behind max's broad shoulders, his sticky cockhead resting gently between Max's firm cheeks as a small pearl of Treys poz batter leaked from the slumbering hunks slippery little ring. Trey watched as it coated the head of his prick slowly, as if to slyly beckon him inside once again. Trey lazily stretched to the nightstand and gently plucked the small bottle of poppers into his hand so as not to wake the sleeping pigs. unscrewing the top and reaching around Max's muscular shoulders he gently held the bottle against his nose. Trey glanced down and began softly flexed his hips, rocking his aching prick against max as the poppers opened him like a flower. Trey slid the length of himself deep inside the slumbering stud as his own warm cum rushed to coat his leaking rod. Quietly he returned the bottle to the nightstand and gently placing his hand on Olivers slender hip, he pushed softly but firmly, driving both of them deep inside. Oliver stirred at the wonderful sensation of a grown mans throbbing tool as it filled him again. looking over he saw Trey softly pumping full strokes of his cock into Max, taking pleasure in gaping the now loose and welcoming hole as his balls worked up another load of toxic creme to deposit. "what are you doing?" oliver whispered, rocking gently in time to Treys thrusts. "Giving him a nice warm gift" Trey smiled. "lie back down and relax. just let me finish up" Trey concentrated on his cock as it stretched and filled the boy with rhythmic sticky thrusts. "It'll help if you milk him ollie. Guys convert better if they cum when theyre getting filled up." Ollie nodded and went to work, swirling his feminine hips and working the big cock inside him just as Doug had taught him so many times. Reaching down, Trey gently cupped Max's bloated sack. "hes close, dont stop" Trey muttered. As much as he delighted in watching Max's gaping ring gobble his dick up, it was best to keep it inside to keep the seed from dribbling out. Pushing against Max he quickened his pace until finally he felt his balls begin to shoot jet after white hot jet into the hole. "mmmm drink up sweetie. lets fill that pussy nice and full" Trey cooed felt the familiar contractions of Maxs orgasm, punctuated by a series of groans from the boy. Trey didnt know if max could feel it, but hot cum splashing inside him always drove him to shoot. Perhaps max was the same. Ollie squinted at the clock and struggled to recall for a moment until it hit him. "oh shit, i have to pick my brother up at the airport!" Olliver practically jumped off the mans dribbling cock as Trey rolled out of the bed, satisfied Max would keep his gift safe inside for a few more hours while he rested. "my clothes!" olliver hissed in panic. "dont worry ill get them. You'd better get a quick shower." No sooner than Trey had offered, Oliver pattered into the connected bathroom and cranked on the water as an obscene drool of hot man cum ran down his thighs. Trey returned with a pile of clothes and stepped in to join Oliver. "thanks" the filthy young pig sheepishly announced to Trey as he began to soak in the running shower. "h-hey..." Oliver turned around surprised to see Trey lining his semilhard cock up to Olivers welcoming hole and promptly sliding home. "im helping!" trey smiled. "gotta get cleaned up right?" Oliver scowled at the thought that trey wasnt taking his mad dash seriously until he gasped lightly in surpsise and looked down. "there ya go. " Trey sighed contentedly and pulled Olivers hips closer as the shower rained down on the two boys. Oliver sighed and leaned back against Trey as he obediently relaxed and let Treys piss drain into him. "that a boy ollie" Trey slipped out of the little slut and spun him around to gently work his swolen nipples. "now let it out." Trey watched as a torrent of piss and cum drained from the obedient young boys smooth hairless hole on command. "good boy. all clean now." Trey handed the soap back to the contented little pig with a smile.

This happened this last summer when everything was locked down for Covid. My husband used to drive for Lyft, and was friendly with a group of homeless people in certain areas of metro Detroit. We were bored, so we decided to take a drive and see if we could get into some trouble. He had me wear a jockstrap, and some short shorts, sitting in the backseat fucking my hole with a dildo while we drove around. We went to the neighborhood, and spoke to some of his the homeless people he’s friendly with to see if they wanted to fuck me. Tommy, this 20 something straight guy decided he’d let me suck his dick, and if it felt good he’d fuck me. He’s got a semi hairy chest, and a big full bush, which absolutely turns me on. He’s about 5’7”, and 150 lbs, which is a frame that is a lot smaller than mine. (I’m 5’10, and 196). He’s cute, but this is not my type, but I’m a slut, and here we are. So I get on my knees in the dark alley behind this dilapidated bank, where they’ve been sleeping, and start sucking his dick. I thought it would smell and taste horrible, but it was surprisingly sweet tasting. His cut dick got hard almost instantly, and was at least 8” long, and about 5” around, he kept whispering “fuck”, and “holy shit. You really know how to suck a dick”. After a few minutes he said “alright, let me see that pussy.” We head over to where this huge bank door where I can lean over and get my balance. I pull my shorts down, and Tommy blurted out “god damn. That’s a nice fucking ass.” I could feel myself blushing, because this straight guy, who despite being homeless, was incredibly attractive. He takes my ass and spits on my hole, putting a finger up in me to see what it feels like. He liked that it was already loosened up because of the dildo, and creamy. He said “this feels as smooth and tight as a pussy”, and I responded “make it your pussy tonight”. Me saying that kinda turned him on, and he spit on his dick. He plays with my hole with the tip, and asked if I was ready, which I responded “always”. He slowly inches it in, and fucks a little deeper with every stroke, until finally he gets it all the way in. He stops. His breathing is strained, and he just keeps muttering “fuck, fuck, fuck. This feels so good”. His strokes are uneven, and awkward, and you clearly tell he’s very awkward. He finally gets his bearings, and gets his stroke to a very steady rhythm. He mutters “ I’m gonna make you my bitch. You’re gonna let me nut in you, aren’t you slut”, with me moaning “yes, baby, yes. Give me all that cum”. I’m leaking precum so bad at this point. He keeps pumping my hole harder and faster, making me moan so loudly, and I knew it was almost time. He grunts this primal, throaty noise, and pulls my ass so he’s balls deep in me. He starts to cum, and just keeps saying over and over again “oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhhh fuuuuuck”, and I can feel him throbbing inside of me. I reach between my legs and cup his hairy balls, feeling them pulse with every contraction. He pulls out, and I turn around to suck his dick clean. Which isn’t something straight people do lol. Anyway, this was my first experience with a homeless man, but not my last. to be continued...

I well remember the first time I felt the beauty of a bareback cock in my hole. In my very early 20s I went to meet a local couple for some fun, as they had invited me to come and check out their playroom. We got on great, headed to the playroom, they learned how good my throat felt, and I was asked if I wanted to try the sling. Naked now, I got up and climbed in, and they showed me how to best position for both comfort, and giving access to my hole. At that moment, with a little smile on his face, one of them took two steps forward straight between my legs and was sliding straight into my hole like a hot knife into butter. He closed his eyes and let out a really long, low moan of ecstacy. I lay there utterly stunned. He was inside me bareback! And it was like just another day to him! And it felt so amazing. Felt so right. That was the first hint I got that this was how it was supposed to feel. Always. He sealed it in as his hips started to move, and his beautiful, 8 inch, thick and totally unprotected cock began to slide in and out of me slowly and steadily. I have no idea how long I lay suspended there as he calmly and quietly fucked me. It was bliss though. And when he stepped away, his dick quietly popping out of me, my world had changed forever. Over a decade later and I still visit those wonderful men who have taught me so much. We still go up to the playroom for fun. And every time I'll hop into the sling, get positioned, and that moment will be fresh in my memory as when it happened. And then his cock slides right in...

Late November 2018 I won a lottery draw where my prize was getting fucked bareback for 3 hours by five of the event porn stars and then any of the event attendees, in a sling in the middle of the floor. We estimated after that at least 55 guys had been inside me, but we counted the cumshots throughout and I was bred 22 times, mostly by total strangers.

[think before following links] http://nesaporn.com/to/1107552-stealthing_broken_condom_bareback_and_breeding.html I love stealthing videos, so hot!

Delicious nourishing new boy to play with

Choke me, daddy

When I had a partner (light years ago) I was lucky to get it once a month. A panda had a higher sex drive. Needless to say I went looking for it somewhere else.

I don't think there's all that much distance between male desires and pornographic content. The urge to dominate and degrade is widespread. And you probably have a face that makes for an attractive target.

Father's rutting cock was pistoning out of Andrews hole, the thick demon cock churning his now loose hole. Andrew was in bliss, he was finally worshiping his uncle, the way he knew he needed too. Suddenly Fathers grip tightened around his throat, choking him. Father's ruts and grunts became more desperate, suddenly Andrews uncle stepped away. Andrew didn't mind, he knew what was about to happen. He knew it was time for him to convert to this new demonic church. Father's cock slammed into Andrew, causing him to cry out. Again, and again the thick demonic cock stretched Andrew, and turned his tight boy hole into a real man cunt. "Please Father, please breed me" Andrew begged the heaving hooded man. "YOU WANT THE GIFT" He yelled, his deep voice booming in the dark of the church. "Poz me Father, knock me up! I want your poz gift Sir" Father roared, slamming into Andrew. He could feel Father as he pumped a massive load deep into Andrew, bucking hard as his tiny cock spewed onto the mattress. Andrews breath was ragged, being rutted into by the hooded man, as he pumped the last of his demonic seed into the now defiled Andrew. Andrew looked up, his body reeling in a high, he locked eyes with his Uncle. Feeling Father now pull slowly from Andrews ruined cunt, he could feel the weight of the piercings drag out of him. He needed more, he couldn't go back to feeling empty. Andrew knew what he wanted, and now converted by Father he knew he could finally be with his Uncle. Staring dead into the eyes of his Uncle, he watched as slowly Dom paced the edge of the mattress. Changing places with Father, Dom looked down at the ruined hole before him. It gaped from the demon cock that had defiled it, dripping in toxic cum. Taking his PA, holding it to the opening he dipped it into the cum ridden cunt before him. He slammed in, forcing his was deep into his nephew. Feeling the boy gave way, he held him down with his superior strength pushing him into the mattress. Andrew moaned as he felt his Uncle punch deep into him, groaning as he felt his uncles PA drag inside him. Andrew tears down his face, as his uncle mercilessly hammered into his hole. Screaming into the mattress and he rammed his already loose hole. "Here brother smoke this" Poz Pig was above him, holding out the pipe to Andrews lips. Greedily he wrapped his lips around Poz Pigs glass cock and took a big hit, and another. Holding the pipe to his lips, Poz Pig smirked, Father like the converters lucid, Poz Pig liked them destroyed. Andrew was now puffing away, a cloud perpetually surrounded him, he was so fucking high. He began to meet his uncles thrusts feeling the cock fuck in Father's load. Sweat was running off his uncle, his manly scent filled Andrews nose, he knew this was where he needed to be. The pipe, again was put to Andrews lips, he had little resistance now. Andrew collapsed again, his uncles hammering into his hole now reaching climax. Andrew was in a blissful state, he knew he was about to get his Uncles strain aswell, he could barely think. lying there taking cock in that blissful state, he felt his Uncle shout slamming deep into him again. "Fuck, take that poz load fag!" Dom shuddered as he shot his load into his nephew and pulled out, filling his own flesh and blood with his strain. He was so proud to have his nephew in the cult, a stranger quickly replaced him, plunging into the loose and loaded hole. It was the congregations turn to add their loads, he knew it would be a day or so before Andrew made it home. He looked down at his nephew, lying there in chemmed bliss, Poz Pig shotgunning him. Boy probably had no idea his Uncle was leaving him there, one of the brothers would drop him off at the house when he was done being fucked. Dom turned towards the church doors, now wearing a pair of joggers. He would be looking forward to having a new fag permanently on call.

the alarm goes off at 7 waking me, as I wake up remembering where I am I roll over seeing sir. he smiles saying morning I've something for you as he pulls the sheet back. his cock has morning wood, without being told I dive into it worshiping it as sir tells me to ride it. still lubed with his cum I straddle him, position myself and impale myself balls deep in one motion just letting out a groan as he watches me fuck myself in his cock. enjoying the show and feeling he tells me to ride the cum out of him. I smile back telling him my ass will milk every drop. I ride him for 15 mins and he grabs my hips n starts fucking me deeper. telling me to take his dirty load. i feel that warm feeling inside me knowing I've done my job n pleased him. a man of my word I keep riding him milking every drop till he's soft. hoping off he takes me to the shower where I kneel waiting for his piss. it's strong as he pisses over my face into my mouth, where I gulp as much of it as i can. finished he tells me to clean up for work and walks out. after a shower and shave I change into work clothes still with the cock cage on. walking into the kitchen he tells me haven't I forgotten something and I see he holding the locking butt plug. I undo my belt and present my ass. sliding a finger into me he gets some of his cum for lube n slides the plug into me and locking it, leaning over he whispers who owns you, I reply you do sir. he slaps my ass as i dress telling me to come straight back after work. I'm still tired and feel run down at work as I've not eaten anything, limited sleep and only drunk piss for 2 days. I muddle through work waiting for the end so I can get back to sir. the end of the day and I excuse myself and start back for the apartment and before I'm even inside sir texts me telling me he left the door open and a change of clothes at the entrance. he's expecting a friend round so I'm to cook dinner and let him in if he arrives before sir. opening the door I step inside only to find .. nothing.. there's a note with a collar on-top of it saying this is all I need. stripping I put on the collar and grab my clothes and take then to the bed room. catching myself in the mirror I see myself naked except cock cage, collar, smiling I turn and spread my ass So i can see the plug, happy with what I see I just go mmm as I leave for the kitchen. he's left notes and everything I need to prepare dinner when I hear a knock on the door. hesitant for only a moment I go and open the door and the man in says he the friend sir is expecting. I open the door fully exposing myself and letting him in. his eyes roam over my body as I ask him if he wants a drink and go back to making dinner. he makes himself at home pulling a beer from the fridge watching me. not long after sir arrives grabbing a beer as they both go to the lounge. everything is ready for dinner, I tell sir and we eat, he introduces his friend(brian). telling me to suck his cock. I go under the table and pull out his cock n suck him well. 12 min in he blows, getting out from the table I sit down again as sir points to my cheak telling me I missed some. I wipe my finger across it see the cum and lick it clean. I tidy the table and they have another beer for his friend leaves. later on I'm sucking him on the couch when im look up he videoing me, I smile, as he asks. are you enjoying that... yes sir very much What are you.... I'm a bitch sir, your bitch looks like you like my cock... I love your cock and your cum you known thats poz cock your sucking.... yes sir I love your poz cock. you like it cumming in you. yes sir this bitch loves your poz cock and cum in me. he smiles and grabs the back of my head as he starts fucking my mouth, cumming balls deep after 10 mins it feels like hes just squirted his load directly into my stomach. I sit there happy when he shows me the video n asks what should we tell your wife... I thought I'd be wtf what do I do, but I just think i need to stay here. I say I need to tell her im not cumming back. he pulls me up and passionately kisses me as we makes out on the couch telling me i will tell her that. like a honeymoon couple he fucks n breeds me a couple of times and tells me that I need to quit my job as well as leave my wife. I just reply yes sir. the alarm wakes me in the morning again and i automatically head for sirs cock which I devour rewarded I swallow his fresh creamy load 10 min in. holding the back of my head I feel his cock soften in my mouth and then the tang n wetness as he feeds me his piss. swallowing it all I get up and shower n shave. naked and dried I go back to sir and ask if I can have my plug. he returns with more cum cubes and slides them in telling me since I missed the morning load we can't have it going without, and locks the plug in place. dressed ready to leave sir tells me to remember that i have to resign from work and he wants a copy of the letter. I reply... yes sir. it's 10 when I hand in my letter an I'm straight in the managers office. they ask the usual questions but in the end they know im leaving so ask me to stay longer to finish the project. getting back to sirs at the end of the day I strip and collar as required then I show him the pic if the letter and tell him what's happening. he says good that sorted we can leave you wife till later. now come here I want to fuck you. leaning me over the couch he turns the tv on and playing is the video of me he made while I sucked his cock just repeating itself. my face and voice large... you known thats poz cock your sucking.... yes sir I love your poz cock. you like it cumming in you. yes sir this bitch loves your poz cock and cum in me. I feel him inside me and beg him to knock me up and give me his babies. he doesn't last long unloading deep in me. still bent over he slides his fingers in me, I push back wantingly begging him to use me. hes not gentle this time and I feel something rip as his hand pops into me but I'm in lust and just push back more. wrist deep I just say fuck yes and he's spends time fisting me and loosening my ass. handing me some poppers I hit them, hes stopped moving his hand and as the poppers hit me I push back my ass swallowing more of his arm. I'm focused on my ass n his arm I lose track of time and when we finish he's been fisting me for over an hour. im shattered n a sweaty mess my ass won't close but I'm happy. we go to bed where sir pumps another load into me telling me he knows I'm already pregnant with his babies but I need more cum. I drift off to sleep. I don't wake up from the alarm this morning, its sir using me n pumping another load into me. I feel the warmth of his cum but he holds me there and I feel a warmer stronger feeling as he starts to fill me with his morning piss, telling me to not spill a drop. he finishs and I clench my ass as he pulls out managing to do as he said. I go to the bathroom and shower shave clean out. follow the morning ritual of cum cubes n locking me before I leave for work. I can't focus as I'm tired shattered n horny I haven't cum in 4 days due to the cock cage and it drags on till I get back home to sir. arriving back at sirs apartment hes waiting there and tells me I have to call my wife and tell her work is keeping me here a bit longer. I start calling as he bends me over the couch, slides the plug out as she answers. I tell her about working longer as sir slides into me. I close my eyes focusing on his cock as she continues to talk about "things". I've zoned out in pig mode and just saying the appropriate yes/no/dear as required. sir is still fucking me when we say goodbye and he tells me I'm not going back there ... I reply saying... yes sir I know, I'm yours, n need you. I need your cum, spurred on he blows a load into me and fucks it deeper. the routine continues for the next 5 days as he breeds me at least 3 times a day. he tells me it's time I called my wife and tell her I'm leaving, she can keep everything as I've found someone else. he just watches as I talk to her, repeating what he has said. she's screaming at me as he takes the phone from me, hangs up and breaks it in half, handing me a new phone telling me that part of my life is gone. 2 days after that I wake up sweating and feeling as hit by a truck.. I'm converting. I tell sir and I receive the most passionate kiss I've ever had. I'm happy that I've pleased him. I don't think oh no what have I done, just a mmmmm. i sleep for most of the day and feel a little better. sir nurses me and looks after me for the next 3 days tenderly giving me time to get over the initial symptoms (while still fucking his loads into me), by then I'm more normal and sir takes me to the doctor where a quick test confirms I'm pregnant to sir and have his babies In me... HIV positive. back home sir is beaming with pride and tells me me I have finally transitioned from bitch to pig, something in my head clicks and I know im where I need to be.

Been a long wait for this one, my apologies... **************************************************** I stared at the screen for a moment thinking about it. All the years of hearing Doug sexualize Troy and my head was spinning with lust and fear. Realizing I was taking to long to respond I typed quickly, “On my way.” I grabbed my keys and in less than five minutes I was pulling into his driveway. I hit my pipe a few times before I left, knowing it would only help and left it in the car. Troy doesn't do that. I walked right in and found porn playing on the TV in the den with a bottle of poppers right beside it. I grabbed the bottle and sampled, very nice. The porn was planting something, I recognized it from my own collection. Both buzzes hit me at once, also the same moment he came from the bedroom with an open robe. That big cock swinging between his legs, smile on his face. He brushed it in front of my face and he walked past. My position on the couch and proximity to the coffee table left little room for him to get passed. He reclined beside me on the couch, exposed on on display. I hit the bottle a few times and settled in to enjoy my meal. No cock ever tasted better. A beautiful piece of seven inch thick cock slide slowly into my mouth. I had had plenty of time to salivate to accommodate this beauty. I sucked hard and deep as long as I could but eventually I had to resurface. Perfect opportunity to hit the poppers before returning to my duty. I sucked the head briefly before jerking him slowly so I could lick and suck on his balls. I sucked him after that for as long as he let me, but not long enough. I had thought that maybe I could get him off with a blowjob and that would be fine. But it seemed only a short time later when he pulled me off of that delicious tool and turned me around on my knees. I grabbed the bottle and let me eyes roll back in my head as he sank his tongue in my ass. Pure heaven and I kept the bottle right there because I knew what would inevitable happen. And it did, first a finger then a thumb. He finally pulled back and sat on the couch and struggled with something, I looked back. He was putting a condom on. I was relieved as he came back rubbing lube on me and his cock and slowly sank into me. Thank god for poppers. It hurt at first but was bearable, eventually he settled into a rhythm and kept plowing away. Definitely worth the poppers. He pulled out and laid back on the couch. I took my cue to mount and reposition and lowering myself on his still sheathed cock. After several failed attempts at comfortable entry I hit the poppers again and lowered myself onto him just as he removed the condom. Instantly I felt the difference and told him so as I started milking his cock. I rode him for ten minutes before he got his strength back and flipped me over onto my back and sank quickly into a position that allowed for a steady rhythm and deep penetration. His breathing quicked and I head those words I dreaded, “I'm gonna cum soon.” My head was swimming with everything and the ecstasy. “Do you want me to pull out?” I quickly nodded and closed my eyes as I was close to unload myself. He pulled out of me and pushed my legs higher, taking his cock and beating it. It wasn't long before he was firing shot after shot of cum at me freshly plowed hole. I could feel in splashing on my ass and felt at least one spray find and coat my hole. He wiped the cum from his cock on my ass and kept my legs elevated while he used his fingers to pool the remaining cum on my hole while I strained to keep it closed. With the remaining cum pooled where he wanted it he circled my pucker with his finger. I watched him intently as he looked at me and said, “I pulled out.” After he spoke he slowly pushed his finger into my hole bring his load with it. It was at that moment I lost control of myself and started announcing my own climax. As cum started erupting from my hard-as-it-has-ever-been cock, he rocked me back and in one motion his finger was replaced by his cock forcing the rest of his load deep into my sore ass. He stroked viciously while I came all over myself. Finally after it subsided he pulled out of me and went to take a shower. I put my clothes back on quickly and left, returning home still dazed with everything but feeling completely satisfied.

I had a 17 year row with my neighbor, which happened to be gay as well. We lived on an estate lot that was one acre, so you would think with the distance you would not have too many reasons to get into issues. But I think it made the matter worse as we never had to really interact face to face. But the minute they moved in (it was a couple), we started having issues. Started with us wanting to put a fence up as their dog kept coming over and messing with ours, to noise complaints and bylaw. Since we never were in violation we were never were fine, but one year we had 28 different visits from the city. We could not have a party without the cops showing up. He harassed through the city for eight years, but there was a particular bad five year period where I started keeping a log of all the bylaw and police visits until I contacted a city official and demonstrated he was using the city services to harass us and basically the city told me they would visit him to explain to him the bylaws and that he would be the one to be fined if he kept making frivolous complaints. He was running a business without proper permits in his home so I retaliated and forced him to take his sign down, reduce his staff size and he handed up in litigation with the city which probably ended up costing him thousands of dollars in legal fees. They eventually split and I ended up working with his EX who shared with me I was enemy number one and he obsessed at everything I was doing on my side of the fence and could never understand why the obsession? What the EX did not know, is at some point along I did a huge mind fuck to his EX BF. At the time the negative interactions were already started but we just mostly ignored him. I was at a cruising park with a out of town buddy, he liked to show off making me suck his big cock, and make me suck any cock he wanted. I had lots of fun cockfest with him. So it is dark and I am on my knees sucking my buddy in the bushes just off the parking lot. So a guy shows up and as he gets closer, although it is very dark, I can recognize it is the neighbor, my buddy shifts to show off his cock and I figure he will skedaddle the minute he recognizes him. But he does not, and I get the impression his night vision is not to par with mine. Beside I am not with my partner and my buddy is from out of town so a perfect stranger to him. He opens his pants and whips out a nice thick cock and starts stroking. My buddy pulls away and guide my mouth to his cock and I dive in, hey it’s a nice cock I don’t care it’s attached to an asshole and I am sort of enjoying how twisted this is. My buddy pulls me up, but I don’t stop sucking for a moment, and starts fucking my ass while he pushes my face in the neighbors pubes. I am deepthroating him for all I am worth and I can feel my buddy picking up speed and the neighbor getting tenser as I am holding on to his glutes. They both shoot their loads, I swallow the neighbors load, all of it l, and my buddy pumps a big one deep in my hole. They both start making small talk, wow that was hot, etc... I bend over and grab my shorts and straighten up while I lean towards him so I can catch some of the parking light and tell him “I guess you did not recognize me?” A look of horror comes over his face and he just dives out of the bushes and beeline to his car. He is out in a blink. My buddy asks me what was this about? And I proceed to explain this was my closed minded neighbor that we have been having a fence fight with since they moved in. My buddy starts laughing and tells me that this was a cruel twisted mind fuck, to which I agree, but I am like it was a hot scene!

I get fucked by this gross guy all the time because he fucks like an animal

Fortunately I met a really dirty minded twink yesterday. After we throat fucked and ass fucked each other we went to the bathroom. His shower cubicle was quite large for continuing the play. We gave a nice golden shower to each other. He didn’t drink but me. I swallowed his hot piss like a wanderer in desert. After both of us were totally covered with our piss, we started to smear it, to rub each other’s body by cuddling and kissing. He was sucking my piss-covered tongue enthusiastically. Needless to say that we were getting horny again and next fuck turn came there and then.

I haven't been fucked by someone I hate but by someone who hated me: my ex's ex. I was in my mid 20s and was being chased by this guy whenever I went out to the clubs and bars. I was pretty slutty at the time and I wouldn't have minded a casual fuck as he was very attractive but I didn't really like how hard he was hitting on me and I didn't seem to get away from him, bumped into him everywhere. I didn't know he had a boyfriend all the time he was chasing me. Anyway after a while he succeeded and we became sort of involved. Hanging out and going out and stuff. No sex as he had just been circumcised and it hurt too much (except for a few careful blowjobs but no anal). At one time I remarked to one of his friends (my 'new' friends) that there was this guy across the dance floor who was looking at me very unfriendly. "Oh that's B and it's because *** dumped him for you". Oops.... After a few months of no sex with my new "bf" I was up the wall. Until then I had been sleeping around and cruised the park almost every night to get fucked and not being fucked was driving me crazy. I tried to be faithful but that just wasn't me. So I started cruising for sex. I was at this bar and saw B across the bar. He didn't see me. I only came there for one thing and went straight to the dark room. Really dark. My bubble butt was a big succes there. Ass up face down I had been fucked a few times. I was about to get up and leave when I felt hands feeling my ass and was pushed back and a guy started fucking me. Felt like a big cock and he knew what he was doing. I was in bottom heaven and creamed the bed I was lying on. He finished and pulled out. My hole felt wet. Condoms were still the norm at that time but he had fucked me bare and shot a load in me. When he left I turned around and in the light of the door I could see it was B who had fucked me. I don't think he realised it was me he had been fucking. I felt a bit guilty but it had been suck a good fuck! Managed to leave the bar without him noticing me. I still remember this fuck very clearly. If I had a bf who fucked like that I wouldn't let him go 😉 My "bf" turned out to be vers with a very low sex drive. Not surprising -with my sex drive- we broke up eventually.

I like it! What can't you like about a man that "smell like a distillery and a hemp festival all wrapped in one”! More... more... more...

Thank you sexy one!

I’m usually thinking about milking every last drop out of him. And then it’s about cleaning him off and getting him hard again for another round.

I've had both happen. The guy off of here lives in Dallas too and listed his BBRT profile and I wasn't familiar with what that was, so I checked it out. I'd liked his personality and he checked a lot of the boxes for me, so I messaged him on BBRT and we hooked up. Maybe I'd built the hype up too much. I mean, it was fun and all and the sex was hot but it wasn't the greatest ever. Like me he likes no strings and casual and we've hooked up a few times. I'm not gonna lie, I love taking his cock and would like more but know he's not interested in dating and to be honest I'm not ready for it. I've had a few hate fucks too. One was this bullying asshole in HS but I know I can't talk about that here. He used me pretty regular and I hated myself for letting it happen but did enjoy the sex. I had sex with a few guys in HS I didn't like at all but was sexually attracted too. It's so hard to explain the attraction mixed with the disgust. That's why I started doing more anon stuff, as I wanted to get away from it. Been doing some regular "hate fucking" with a guy from school...this taller blonde Anglo who's cocky and kind full of himself. Nothing about him screams gay, he has a GF, looks and acts straight but some guys I know say he cruises the bathrooms and hooks up with guys. I've never seen him in one so I don't know if that's true or not. I was at Paris, a local ABS some months back and saw him coming out of a booth with a rougher thuggy Latino kid and it was pretty clear they'd been fucking as I could hear them from where I was. His face turned bright red as he recognized me from school and he pulled me back into the booth with him, pulling the door shut behind him. He told me there was nothing to be ashamed of and that he wouldn't say anything to anyone about me being there and that I should do the same. He had his hand on my arm gripping it tightly and me held close to him as he spoke. I'm not gonna lie but I was really turned on by how scared and intense he was. I told him it was cool and that he didn't need to be worried. He kept repeating it, like somehow by repeating it he was making it true. I was trying hard not to laugh at him as he was kind of pathetic and I looked at the floor and saw no condoms, so I knew whatever he did in there with the other guy was bareback, which got me super hard. He was now admitting he had needs and had backed me up against the wall and had started undoing my jeans and was pulling them down, while also undoing his own jeans and pulling them down, pulling out his own dick that was semi hard. He asked me if I had needs too and I said I did and that was why I was there. He laughed and asked what my needs were and I was honest, said I was there to fuck and get fucked. He flipped me to face the wall and I could hear him fumbling for something in his jeans and then felt lube spilling on my ass and his cock entering me roughly. I was pretty sure he was going raw and didn't care. I wanted it raw and I wanted him to cum in my ass. He said he was looking to fuck too as he forced more of dick in me and I whispered how good he felt in me and how much I wanted it. He forced more and more of his cock in me and while it felt amazing it was kind of scary how big his cock was and also it kind of hurt at the same time. He'd barely gotten it all in me when I felt him shudder and could feel him cum inside me. He apologized and said he'd gotten really worked up and started stroking inside me, which was a lot easier with all his cum inside me. He worked to another climax, now stroking my cock and telling me he wanted me to fuck him once he came. I was struggling not to shoot my load and had to keep telling him to stop jerking me as I was close. Once he came I quickly had him up against the wall and fucked him, in the process realizing that he'd probably been fucked by the Latino kid he was in the booth with as I entered him easily. As I fucked him he started making the same noises I'd heard coming from the booth earlier and it was clear he'd been fucked by the kid and took his load. I was super turned on knowing this asshole loved taking Latino cock and cum and had no problem taking it anon. He was begging for my cum and I gladly unloaded it inside him. I pulled out of him and quickly started pulling my clothes back on as I just wanted to get out of there before he started talking again. He seemed upset again and started up on the whole "there's nothing to be ashamed of" shit again. I told him it was cool and that I wasn't going to say anything. He looked like he was going to cry and asked to get my number. I was pretty sure this was an act and he just wanted to pull me in closer to try and control me so I wouldn't tell. The sex was hot and I was sure I could get more out of him so we swapped numbers, but he made it clear I couldn't message him, he would have to message me. And right then and there I knew it was about control. He had to have control. And I was fine with that. He messages me fairly regularly and he's back to his usual arrogant prick self with me but I don't give a shit as I know he likes getting barebacked like the pig he is. He's asked me to line up other Latino guys for three ways and I've done that and joined him with other guys he's lined up. I find it hard to stifle laughing at him as his GF probably has no idea how much Latino cock and cum he takes. I still can't stand him outside of when we're not fucking but live for getting a message from him saying he wants it.

Part 8 “Do you want my last neg load?” Magoo had dragged me out of the restroom after I was done. It took me a while to get going. I was piss shy. First, because Magoo was holding my cock and looking indiscreetly at me, and second, because the live urinal was Mickey’s boyfriend. His eyes were fixed on me, his chest heaving uncontrollably. The poppers were hitting me hard again and for a second I forgot why I was there. Magoo went behind me, bracing me with his hands on my nipples, distracting me further, and with a forceful push Magoo jammed his cockhead in my ass. “Huh! No! You know you can’t… I don’t…” “Then I suggest you start pissing!” he said, “because I will inch my poz cock every ten seconds you are at task, and when fully-lodged in your poz-virgin cunt I will fuck you and who knows if you don’t get pregnant!” “No, you can’t…” “I surely can, and I am doing it! Ten…!” with that Magoo pushed another inch of his poz cock in me, my hole indisputably surrendering without resistance. I had to make real efforts to concentrate. “Twenty…” “Urrgh…” Magoo increased the intensity of the nipple-play by stretching them roughly. I started to piss, driven-more by fear than my own will, filling rapidly the funnel dangerously. “Thirty…” “Urrgh…” The vicious push caused my dick to jump sending a jet of piss in the eyes of the young man. The unremitting gurgling stopped briefly before starting back more rapidly like it was catching up. A simple choice: swallow or drown. “Forty…” “Arrgh!... I am pissing! I am pissing…” “It is not the deal. I stay in you until there is no more piss in you! Fifty…!” “Ah fuck…!” I closed my eyes, forcing my piss out as much as I could. The funnel was over halfway full of a pungent yellow piss. Suddenly, another jet of piss started adding to the funnel. A man had joined me, a thin line of rosy piss (blood?) coming out from a short stubby cock. The smell was horrible! “Sixty…” “Oh! Please stop…” “Nope, out of question” “If I have so much piss is because YOU forbid me to piss earlier! “I know! It’s so much fun! You sure like to take your time! Seventy…” Magoo was now giggling. *GURGLE GURGLE* Mickey’s friend was making larger effort to swallow. I felt guilty. The man had finished pissing on his head and body and was leaving. “Eighty…” “Arrgh… please… no more… for me… please…” *GURGLE GURGLE gurgle gurgle* My piss flow was coming to a halt finally, seconds before I would shake my cock for the last few drops. “Ninety…” “Fuck, fuck, fuck… Fuck! I’m done. Look! I’m done! No more piss” *gurgle* *gurgle* Magoo pulled out and bend to lick off my cock. “So much fun, Max. Thanks for helping me out!” I nodded like a dumb ox and wondered what I was helping for? Disbelief must have shown on my face because Magoo added: “Don’t be like this! You came a long way from your comfort zone. From being isolated in your apartment and jerking on tasteless porn movies. You can’t be satisfied by few blowjobs. Life is out there, Max. It’s here and now!” “Yes, but I don’t want to… you know… the risks and all…” I said gesturing toward the live urinal as an example. “Life is made of risks and choices, and death without them.” he told me seriously. “You don’t have to give it all now. Breathe and enjoy, you might end up happy!” said the now familiar friendly face I knew. “Lets go, you have someone waiting for you.” “Max?”, Mickey said. “Hun?” “Do you want my last neg load?” he repeated. “Neg load? But you took a lot of poz loads.” “Don’t be silly. Yes, I am taking poz load now, but I don’t have the bug yet, if I ever catch it…” “Hmmm… yeah I would like to…” “Here, take the key for the room” intervened Magoo, then added to Mickey’s attention “but you have to let me tap this ass of yours again.” Mickey nodded. “And you need to be back in 35 minutes for your tattoo appointment.” “35 minutes!” I exclaimed. “Too bad if you took your time to piss!” mocked Magoo, “now go”. On our way to the room, Mickey explained he agreed to get a poz tattoo of Magoo’s choice and Magoo would pay for it. A couple of tattoo artists were invited to spend the night at the bathhouse and do tattoos on demand. So, Mickey fucked me a second time. He was a lot more verbal and rough. “Before I fuck your sweet little hole, lay on your back and put your head at the end, here, I will rape your mouth like a cheap cocksucking faggot whore.” Gone was the “sophisticated annoying queen” personage Mickey was when we were in college. Even his arrogant and irritable voice had changed. It was pure male, full of testosterone. Full of poz confidence? “Open that hole for me because I won’t be gentle. I will fuck your throat hard and won’t stop. Even if you choke on your puke, even if it damages your voice, even if I brake your nose while I pound you” he said. “And when I will have my cock shove down your throat, what are you gonna do about it? As he positioned his semi-hard cock on my lips, I realized it wasn’t a rhetorical question and he was awaiting and answer from me. “Uhh… grab your ass with my two hands and pull you deeper?” I said stupidly. On my answer, he chuckled and without warning slammed his cock in. I choked, shedded tears, pummeled his thighs, spitted bile and saliva, swallowed back my puke. He just did that, raped my mouth. “You fucking whore… I almost come! Phew! Let me fuck you now” an exhilarated Mickey announced. I was happy to turn around. My throat was on fire. Mickey took the popper and made me sniffed a couple of hits. Then he took the lube and fingered me gently which was a nice contrast from the onslaught I just got served. He was staring at me strangely. “Open up you little liar! I let you fuck me, pretending you were neg, stealthing me after trusting you.” “Oh fuck, the lies!” I thought. I will be forever a stealther in his mind. “The fuck I will give you is going to be brutal. I will give it everything I have, every ounces of my flesh will contribute to this fuck. I don’t seek revenge. You are not an enemy. You brought me a freedom that I must have longed for a while otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to let you or anyone fuck me bareback and cum in me. Look at me. I like you a lot and I would like to see you again, even if… you know… I become poz.” With that he leaned on me and brought his lips against mine for few seconds. How warm lips! I was astonished. Here in a bathhouse, a guy I helped to be fucked by Magoo and other poz men, Mickey was making a love declaration?” “You… you have a boyfriend…” I said timidly. “A boyfriend you fed a full-bladder of piss! he chuckled. “You know? I replied astonished. “Sure! Your “grandad” and I planned it.” Mickey was now lubing his cock. “You planned it with…” "Uh huh..." responded Mickey as he was giving me is fine hunk of fuckmeat. “and to be honest, we planned a lot of things over the last few weeks, but I will tell you more after I fuck your brains out! Time to breed you again!” he simply said.

His name was Jamie and he use to hassle me in high school. He'd go out of his way to be an asshole. I tried to laugh it off but I hated him. He was lean with just enough muscle mass to be called fit. He was hot but a jerk. Two years after high school we happened to be at the same party since we were both friends with the girl who was throwing it. I had come out the year before this and he approached me and said that he heard I was gay. The way he said it I new right away what he wanted, I was like no way but he said to just follow him into the kitchen for a minute. I went just to humor him so he'd leave me alone the rest of the night. The kitchen was empty and he pulled out the nicest dick I had ever seen. Solid 7.5-8 inches and above average thickness - what got me was the precum that he was leaking out the tip. Needless to say, I proceeded upstairs with him into an empty room. I realised after that he knew exactly what room to go to because he didn't knock on the closed door but just baraged in- so this was premeditated. I was on my knees in a flash a sucking his balls and blowing him - horny madness clouded my judgement. He said he wanted to fuck me and again I gave in and laid on my back on the bed. He pulled lube out of his pocket (again premeditated) rubbed some on his dick and my hole and then started to banged me with with long slow forcefull strokes- the kind that make a loud slapping sound when his pelvis hits my ass. He didn't use enough lube so it hurt but I took it. I remember he had this little grin on his face like he knew it hurt and that I would take it rather than admit it hurt. He started going faster and shorter strokes until he blew his load in me with several angry pumps. He pulled out and brought his dick to my face - our eyes locked and we just stared at each other not blinking. I wasn't going to open my mouth to 'clean it off' so he wiped it across my lips and chin. I kept my eyes locked on his and didn't flinch as he rubbed his cum on my face. As he was pulling on his pants he said that he knew from the first time he saw me in freshman year that I was a faggot and that I'd end up sucking his cock and taking a his load one day. He walked out leaving me half naked with a raging hardon in the bed. I licked the cum off my lips and swallowed what I could. I got my pants and went downstairs feeling like a whore. He was in the corner laughing with some guys, they kept glancing over at me so I knew he was telling them that I had his cum in my ass. I left not that long after. He texted me the next day and I might have responded but I'd rather not say if anything happened.

Someone about 20 years older taught me how to suck cock when I was 11. It went on for about 3 years. Never had me do anything I wasn't comfortable doing. Consider myself bi and have enjoyed taking cock ever since.

"You'll pull out before you cum right?" "Sure if that's what you want at the time." His confident reply. I just nodded my head a little and the most beautiful onslaught of my hairy ass by his turgid raw cock began. We revolved through so many positions and I just kept letting ... no ... inviting his big raw cock back in. Missionary was my favorite as his stunning gaze beamed down at me. As I thought I recognized the quickening of his pace and gasping breaths he said "I'm getting close, where do you want this toxic load?" "Pull out! Pull out! On my back " I begged. "Are you sure? I'd rather knock you up if I already haven't. " I quickly pulled off his cock and dove to take his large member and toxic load down my throat. Well most of it, I lifted off to soon... his last rope blast streaked up my cheek and into my eye . When I cleared my eye enough he was grinning down at me. As if I needed it spelled out he said; "Mucus membrane for my highly toxic load ... you may as well have let me breed your ass man. " It was not a malicious voice at all. In fact in his afterglow his sweetness melted me. I forgot my fears as we cuddled ... and then the door closed and he was gone. Full realization then set in, I had accepted all his toxic precum in my ass and some of his cum escaped my throat to be entering through my eye membrane. Fear! Panic! And a massive erection and powerful horniness took over. I jerked off to a fantasy of him cumming in my ass. As I imagined what it would feel like I had an epic orgasm. The memory and intensity of this hookup, the raw sex, the fear, the hunger, the splat in the eye ... the regret, the fear I could be infected haunted me for the next 2 months until I got up the courage to go for testing. I lost nights sleep with worry ... but it would always revert to the memory getting me very horny, my cock hardening, and the thought of taking toxic cum triggering a huge orgasm . What was I thinking?

I like CBT in a bondage scene

There are a lot of guys who plan their conversions and others who never know it’s happening, but I was part of that middle group who hadn't really planned it but let themselves get carried away in the heat of the moment. Like most guys I started out practicing safe sex almost exclusively, except for those rare occasions where I knew the top well, and knew he was neg. After all, who wants to get sick, right? But as time went on I found safe sex less and less satisfying, and began to bareback more, although always with guys who were disease-free. Then I discovered the old bug share site and found that the idea of getting pozzed turned me on. I had no real interest in the reality of it, but the fantasy of being pozzed led to many a hot jack off session. I also found the thought of being pozzed made those occasions where I took raw cock even more intense. I wasn't a bug chaser by any means, but my lustful desires were beginning to drive riskier behaviors. One night I was online at BBRT looking for some action and spied an advertisement that looked to be very close to me. When I clicked on the guy's photos my cock went instantly to full-hard as this stud was the man of my dreams. Well built, without being a gym rat, handsome as heck, and seriously hung. Possessed by lust, I never really looked beyond his pictures in his profile before I hit him up, and and as it turned-out he had just moved into my apartment building so he was literally next door. We agreed to meet and I logged off, grabbed a quick shower, cleaned myself out, got dressed and headed over to his place. When he opened the door it was clear this pictures didn't do him justice. My cock, which was already hard and leaking precum, got even harder. He invited me in and within minutes we were making out hot and heavy on his couch, hand groping each other’s cock. He then stood-up, and invited me to the bedroom where, upon arriving, he slowly undressed me, driving me wild with his touches and kisses. "God, your hot" he told me as he licked the precum from my cock. Suddenly he paused and asked "Dude, you know I'm poz right?" My heart stopped. I certainly had not noticed that little detail, didn't and I really didn't want to get pozzed, but a part of me got even more turned on when he said it. It was weird. I knew I didn't really want the bug but a part of me did, and suddenly that part had an opening. "No man, I didn't" I said "and I'm neg. Kinda like to stay that way, you know?" "It’s cool" he said "Normally I make sure guys know I'm poz before they show up, but you were so close and it all happened so fast." "We can still have some fun though if you want" he said "Yeah, man I'd love to, just so long as you know I won't be sucking you or fucking tonight." "No problem" he said, adding "there are lots of ways to play." As I was already nude he stood up and invited me to undress him, which I did slowly, trying to build the same excitement in him he had in me. When opened his pants I discovered an obscenely huge bulge in his briefs with a perfect thick cock head that was leaking precum sticking above the elastic waistband. It was the cock of my dreams and I wasted no time completely removing his shorts, and working his balls and shaft with my tongue, oh so careful to stay away from the poisonous tip. Soon we were on the bed, I was on my back and he had my cock deep in his mouth, giving me the blow job of a life time. I was moaned and squirmed, what few inhibitions I had were being overcome by raw lust. So, when he crouched over my body in a '69' position, his perfect cock dangling over my face, I wanted to taste it sooooo bad. As he worked my cock I worked his shaft and balls, but not surprisingly our mutual movements frequently brought the tip over my mouth, giving me a taste of his poison necter. God, it tasted good. And the fact it was leaking poz juices only turned me on more. I soon lost control and begin deep-throating him with a passion I'd never before possessed. His automatic and natural response to my sucking was to begin fucking my face, pushing his rod deep in my throat. As he sucked me his fingers probed towards my hole and began to massage it causing me to emit low groans of pleasure. Sensing he'd found something, he asked me if I liked being rimmed. "FUCK YEAH!!" was my immediate response and he quickly rolled me over onto my stomach and lifted my ass into the air. His tongue found my pussy fuck-hole and began working it, causing me to moan and squirm even more. God, I wanted his cock sooo bad, but I knew it was a decision I'd regret. Then his tongue was joined by fingers and he began opening my boy pussy up spreading it wide. The sensations were indescribable and I'd never wanted to be fucked so bad in my life. "God you have such a tight perfect ass" he moaned "I'd love to feel it wrapped around my cock." "Me too" I told him. "How about I just push in once get the feel and pull out?" I swear my body shook and a chill came over me. I wanted his cock more than I'd wanted anything in my life, especially since it was poz and although my last bit of rational thinking fought against the invitation, I found myself thinking I wouldn't get pozzed from 'one penetration'. "In and out once nice and easy right?" I asked. "Yeah man" he said "nothing you don't want." I felt his cock head rub my now opened and dripping boy cunt and I whimpered slightly. He started pushing in and as his 9" long shaft worked its thick head inside me constant whimpers escaped my throat. My body shaking as I contemplated that this was a real poz cock sinking its way inside me. He sunk it deep and worked it around a bit not fucking me but not pulling out either. "Mmmmm you're hot" he moaned in my ear "you like that in there?" "Ohhh God FUCK YES!" I moaned rocking my ass on his shaft a bit. "You want me to fuck you don't you?" he asked, grunting "You want me to shoot that hot load deep inside you?" Every fiber of my being wanted to reply with a firm 'No' but, lust had taken over. All of my poz fantasies were coming true and reality no longer mattered. "Yes please fuck me" I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear me. "What was that, boy?" he asked, as his cock slid about half way out then back in deep against my prostrate. "YES, FUCK ME" I cried out and he unleashed his monster cock on my neg ass. Holding me tight he began fucking deeply and I knew his brutal thrusts were doing more than stretching my hole. They were tearing me open creating a path for the bug into my system. There was going to be no escaping it. I lost myself in the lust of it all begging him to fuck me fully yielding my body and my being to him. He was atop me having mounted me so he could fuck his shaft in deeper and harder and he began to whisper in my ear. "You want that poz load don't you boy? Want that neg hole of yours converted don't you?" Totally lost in the moment I responded "Yeah man give it to me poz my fucking hole - ohh fuck ohh fuck." I sensed his rhythm change his cock swelling even more inside me. "Here it comes, man" he moaned in my ear. "POZ ME man GIVE IT TO ME" I cried out as he exploded inside me, filling my hole with his poz cum. The excitement resulted in a no-hands explosion, in what was arguably the strongest orgasm of my life. After we were both spent. I lay there, his cock inside my ass, as I contemplated what I'd just done. I was thinking about dashing off to the bathroom in the vain hope of washing his poison cum from my hole, but he showed me his thick cock tinged with my blood and I knew it was useless, so instead of retreating, I wallowed in his arms. Before long his cock stiffened again and found its way back to my hole. As he fucked another load into my hole, I remember feeling dirty and ashamed I had allowed him to make me into a poz cum dump, but at the same time I loved every minute of the experience. Sure enough it took and a month or so later I came down with the fuck flu. I was another notch on his belt but more to my interest, under his tutelage I became a full blown cum dump pussy boy taking all comers.

When I was in a Dom/sub relationship on and off with someone, cbt became a real favorite activity for me. Anyone else into it?

Met with an Otter couple, both seropositive, who insisted they should both top me raw. Just on Prep and have to say, was so hot watching a couple share your hole. Second partner used his husbands cum as lube. Felt good to be used 😈

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Hi all, I've been on for a couple months but just got active. So many like-minded sexy fuckers on this site...I couldn't resist. I'm in my late 20's, living in NorCal, but moving back down to SoCal later this year to go to school to become a healthcare provider. I'm very hairy, olive-skinned, 6', 160 lbs, and a total bottom. I like to get fucked any which way - It's always at the whim of my top...though, ALWAYS bareback and preferably with the load inside me. Love to slurp down cum, too. Also a piss pig - love it down either hole. I am very open to kinks, including role play (any dads want to adopt this boy?). I feel blessed to be around such depraved fucks. Hit me up if you're interested in chatting. More pics in my profile.

The amusing thing for me is when people use symbols without knowing the original nature and meaning of the symbol. In his case probably the 'Valknut' is the one that is most obvious. Even experts don't actually have a good consensus on what this symbol was used for and what it means. It could represent Odin, or that this person has done something shameful. I honestly want to see the day when someone discovers evidence that this symbol means you're a non-racist, non-xenophobic 'liberal' to use more modern terms, just to watch all the white supremacist make 'how to remove tattoo' trend

ATM is great! I would never consider letting a top leave me without cleaning his cock with my mouth. Total respect.

Asian loves it when my white daddy watch me take raw BBC.

Part III: Daddy's Pussyboys, First Scene-Cherry Pop Steve was bulky, but he was way more gentle than Jerome. Mikey's face was contorted in pain, but with the makeup on, streaming down his cheeks with his tears and sweat, and against the red light and the brick wall of whatever basement we were in, he looked like a trashy whore getting pounded in a back alley. Bruce was right above the point of penetration, his camera focused laser like on Jerome's cock invading Mikey's busted cherry. "He's really big," Bruce said, laughing. Jerome grunted and continued pounding into Mikey's ass, his hands gripping the boy's hips and occasionally slapping when the boy made any audible wailing sound. Bruce moved the camera from the boy's butt along his backside up to his face, and then paused while Jerome's violent thrusts pushed the boy's face right up to the lens. "How's it feel Mikey? Say something for the audience." The boy just moaned, and Bruce slapped him and spat in his face. "Please stop...I'm a top!" he whined. "Talk into the camera bitch." Mikey turned to the camera and started babbling, mostly incoherent. "Hurts...fuck, my ass....stop...please..." Bruce smiled at me while he held the camera in front of my friend. "Fuck my ass, huh?" He winked at me, and then turned back to Jerome. "Hear that Jay?" "With pleasure," Jerome said, then began pulling his dick all the way out of Mikey, while grabbing a fistfull of the boy's hair and slamming back in. He started doing this repeatedly, and Mikey continued babbling into the camera, as Bruce smeared some of the makeup on his face with his cock before thrusting it in Mikey's throat. I was lost in my own world, with Steve's giant dick moving slowly in and out of my own hole, which was still sore from the other night with Bruce. Bill came up to me as Bruce and Jerome continued tag teaming Mikey. "Drink this up, princess." He tipped a red plastic cup with gatorade up to my lips. I was dehydrated and drank it down quickly, so quickly that I only noticed the aftertaste once it was down my throat. "What's that?" I moaned. Bill just tossed the cup aside and pressed his cock back into my mouth. "That's happy juice." Bill thrust his dick down my throat. "It will make tonight a lot easier." Behind me, Steve's dick was moving faster now, in and out of my sore ass. He was grunting and occasionally punching the lower part of my back. I kept trying to push Bill's cock out of my mouth, to breath, but every time I tried he would press it right back inside. Tom was on the other side of the room and was changing the music from club hits to some kind of dark electronica. It all came from a TV that was now broadcasting Bruce's camera feed. My view of the TV was obstructed by Bill and his cock, but I could make out Jerome's thick meat burying itself all the way into Mikey's ass, with red streaks of red along his cock. I couldn't tell if it was from blood or the lipstick that Jerome had put on Mikey while his cock was buried in the boy's throat. Suddenly Steve stopped pushing in and out of my ass, and took his cock out with a plopping sound. "I think she's been opened up enough," he said, smacking my ass for emphasis. He walked over to the other side of the room and started putting something together while Bill walked behind me and pressed his dick, covered with my spit, against my throbbing hole. I watched as he dipped his cock in a plastic bag. Bruce pulled out of Mikey and walked back over to me, his camera lens aimed at my ass. "You gonna fuck that faggot up?" He moved the camera from my ass to Bill's cock, which was now covered in white crystalline powder. On the TV I could see it leaking precum. "Something tells me this is his first rodeo," Bill said. With that, he slammed his cock all the way in, and I arched my back and screamed. Bruce laughed. "Not his first ride, but his first finish." Bruce put the camera right against my face. "How do you feel buddy? You feeling good?" My hole was on fire and Bill's cock hurt, like it was tearing up my insides. "Please no more..." I moaned. In front of me, beyond Bruce's camera, Mikey was being turned over by Tom. I watched as Tom administered a needle to his arm. As he pulled the needle out and discarded it, he shoved his dick all the way up Mikey, who screamed at first. Behind me, Bill's thrusts were being made with the music. Behind me, Bill groaned. "Ask for my load." The camera was still hovering in my face. Bruce was stroking his cock next to it, waiting for me to talk. "Please don't come in me!" Bruce grabbed my hair and turned my face directly into the lens. "No choice this time, princess. Tell Daddy Bill where he can put it." "Please just come in my face!" I whined. Steve's pummeling of my hole had felt rough the entire time, but there was something about Bill's dick, or my state of mind, that was making me want it. Enjoy it. Bill pulled all the way out and started slamming in and out of my hole. "C'mon bitch," he said, punching me in the back of the neck. "Tighten that pussy for Daddy!" Tom was now choking Mikey while he pressed his cock deeper and deeper in his hole. "Not much of a top right now are you, Mikey?" "Where does it go, whore?" Bruce asked again, jabbing his dick in and out of my mouth. "Tell us where it goes." When he slipped his cock out again, I looked up at the camera, defeated. "It goes in my ass, sir." Bruce smacked my face. "We've been through this. Where does it go?" I held my head down in shame. "My pussy." Another smack. "Where, bitch?" Bill jammed the entire length of his cock in me again, and started furiously pumping. "Need to hear it from your lips," he said, pulling my hair and my head up. "Scream it!" "PLEASE CUM IN MY PUSSY!" I screamed. This time I kind of wanted him to. My mind was unfocused, my body shaking as it was pounded at both ends. Ahead of me I heard Tom grunt again. "Take my dirty load you cunt," he said, while Mikey wailed and moaned beneath him. Bill turned me over and began furiously pounding my hole while Bruce fed me his cock while holding the camera above my face, and moving its lense between my cock filled throat and Bill's dick slamming my hole. Bill groaned loudly one last time, then shook as he unloaded his dick into my pussy. He withdrew, wiping his cock against my asshole a few times, and sat next to me, breathing heavy. "What a fuck. Your turn Bruce." He grabbed Bruce's camera and Bruce moved between my legs, lifting them up and lining his cock against my hole. He slid it in roughly, grunting while Bill took his slimy cock and put it inside my mouth. "Clean it off boy." Without hesitation I did what he asked. Steve came up beside me, and started administering a needle. "Don't move, princess," Bill said, stroking my hair while Bruce held his cock still inside me. I could feel it throbbing, felt him moving it slightly, itching to stretch me out. Behind me, I heard a babbling Mikey plead with Jerome to fuck him. "You like this black dick, boy?" Jerome laughed as he said it. "Yes!" Mikey yelled, his voice higher. "Please fuck my ass, sir!" Above me Bruce was grunting, his cock moving in and out of my exposed hole. Bill and Steve pulled my legs back for him until it was just my exposed pussy taking thrust after thrust while Bruce spat on my face and gripped my asscheeks as he slammed my bruised hole. "Told you I'd get a second chance at that pussy, boy." Bruce smiled down at me. "Tell Daddy Bruce where you want his load." I knew there was no point resisting. I was starting to feel good. I was wet down there and looser now, and I could hear the slapping, sloshing sounds of Bruce's dick as it moved in and out of my corrupted hole. "In my pussy, Daddy," I said, wrapping my now free arms around his body as he impaled me. Bill and Steve let me legs go, and I wrapped them around Bruce, securing my fate. "With pleasure," Bruce whispered, and unloaded in me while Bill filmed. I leaned back and could see the TV upside down behind me, where the screen was filled with Bruce's cock sliding in and out of my hole, cum dripping out of it. Jerome was grunting and Mikey was moaning, and then Jerome hollered as he dove into Mikey's pussies. Bill stood up, the camera facing down at both of us as they arranged us on all fours so that Mikey and I could make out with each other as the loads dripped out of our asses. "Daddy's Pussyboys, Scene 1: Popped Cherries," Bill announced, chuckling. "That's a wrap! Lets give these bitches a rest." They moved us apart and gave us that bitter tasting Gatorade to hydrate. Bill and Jerome collared Mikey and took him over to a sling in the corner of the room, securing him and leaving him alone while Tom grabbed me. "C'mere beautiful," he said, his tongue pressing into my mouth. He fed me a pill and had me take a swig of the bitter juice to drink it down. "What's that?" I asked, barely coherent at this point, letting his hands explore my teenage body as he started biting at my neck. "Something for a little later, when it's your turn to swing," he said, nodding over at Mikey on the sling. I was starting to lose consciousness when I heard a loud knocking. "Ready?" A voice called out from somewhere upstairs. "Who's that?" I asked Tom. He ignored me and just sat me up on his lap and fed his dick into my hole. "Don't worry about that baby," he said, kissing me. "Just ride the wave." As he rocked me back and forth on his cock I looked over to the side of the room and saw about four or five guys descending the staircase, led by Bill. Bruce was following Bill with the camera as they walked over to the sling and formed a semicircle around Mikey. One of the guys, who looked to be in his late thirties, laughed when he saw Mikey oozing with cum. "I know this kid," he said, pressing his finger against Mikey's exposed boypussy. "He said he only tops." The man licked his lips. "Guess that was a lie, huh whore?" Mikey looked up at the man, confused. "I know you," he started to say, but Bill pressed his hardening dick against Mikey's mouth. "That's enough talk for now, boy," Bill said. "Why don't you let these men get to work." "That's right," the man who knew Mikey said, unbuckling his belt. "Remember when you turned me down?" He was smiling down at Mikey, licking his lips as he stared intently at the boy's hole. Mikey moaned. "Please, I'm sorry...." "No bitch, you will be sorry, though," the man said, bringing out a huge cock that had a Prince Albert piercing. "This motherfucker is gonna wreck that hole." The man paused, taking out a baggy and swirling his finger in it. "You want some of this tiger?" he said, dangling the bag in front of Mikey. "Makes it go easier." "Y-yes," Mikey stammered. "Please let me have some...." "Beg me for it." "Please!" Mikey whined, looking pathetic and spread open for these strange men. "Please let me have some!" The man lined his cock up against Mikey's hole. "Maybe later," he said, slamming it all the way in. Mikey screamed. The man didn't seem to care, pushing further into his teenage hole. "Who's my faggot now, huh kid?" He asked Mikey. "Who's my faggot?" Mikey winced. "What...I don't..." "You my faggot?" the man asked, thrusting his cock in and out of Mikey's exposed hole. "I'm not-" "Wrong answer," the man said, slapping Mikey's face. "I'm your faggot," Mikey said, wincing. Tom started moving his cock faster inside me, and I stifled a groan as he re-positioned me so I could watch the action and take him doggy style. "That's right, Mikey," the man said, revealing that he knew Mikey. "You're my number one faggot right now." And with that, he started pounding away as Mikey cried and moaned and babbled underneath him.

Barry left town for a 'One of a kind ' marketing show at the end of that week. Jason was signed into an impromptu acting intensive for most of the week Barry was away. They hated the idea of being apart but knew they would have a fucking good bareback time when Barry came home. Turned out they had no idea how good a time, but before I get ahead of the story. Jason found the acting intensive a fantastic experience which helped with the void his ass was feeling. On the third day he was paired up with a cute young twink whose boy next door good looks and slim build had caught his eye and interest on the first day of class. Jason's learning assignment partner's name was Chris. Their get to know your partner ice breaker exercise went extremely well. They were instantly relaxed and fully comfortable. The conversation flowed freely and playfully from the get go. They were handed their impromptu written scenario and instructed to read it together but not discuss it. The instructions read; "One of you is an elderly person in need of a bath. The other is the new homecare giver. The scene must include the bath. " When instructed to begin playing out the scene in front of the class Chris quickly established he was playing the role of the senior by starting the dialogue. (He had decided for ease of remembering they would use their own names. ) "Jason this is my bath day. Please start the tub running and come right back to help me get out of these clothes. " Jason moved about six feet and mimed putting in a plug and turning on and adjusting the water temperature before returning to Chris. Chris was already struggling to try to lift his tshirt. Jason gently helped him off with the shirt,undid and helped Chris off with his pants and socks. He then stood and offered to assist Chris's movement to the tub. Chris spoke up; "My underwear. I'm not getting in the tub with underwear. Don't be shy Jason, help me off with these. " Jason blushed but bent down and helped Chris off with his last stitch of clothing. Then he supported naked Chris as he hobbled to the make believe tub. With Chris settled in the tub Jason removed his own shirt and knelt down leaning toward Chris to imitate washing. At this point Chris mimed a slip and splash of water in Jason's direction. "Oh my, I've soaked your trousers son. You need to take them off anyway. I need you to sit in here behind me and hold me stable." Again Jason blushed. He instantly regretted coming to class commando. He soon found himself sitting naked on the floor with Chris's naked body held between his legs. He was thankful that their back to front close embrace hid his growing erection. Chris's old man voice emerged as he turned enough to look in Jason's face. "Oh my! I must say you are the best the agency has ever sent. I'm going to ask for you every bath day from now on. " Jason stuttered "Oh" and prayed the time for this impromptu exercise must soon be up. The two looked deeply into each other's eyes and the silence became awkward. Chris broak the stalemate by leaning in and kissing Jason deeply and passionately. The instructor quickly exclaimed;"Very good boys, times up."

I was just 19 last summer, fresh out of high school and working at the car wash on the main road off I-10. It was a little town in southeast Texas, and I didn't get a lot of sex. I'm cute, though. I work out 5 times a week and have a great, tanned body. One day in July I was washing a truck when this car with California plates pulled in. It wasn't anything special, but the guy who was driving it was sexy as fuck. I dropped my sponge and bent over to pick it up, and when I stood back up I caught him checking me out. "Fuck yeah!" I thought. I finished the truck and went to work on the car. I talked to the guy a little and found out he was driving from LA to Miami. He was taller than me, with blond hair and blue eyes and a great tan. He was maybe 25 or 26. He had a little bit of stubble on his cheeks and a little goatee under his chin. As I worked on his car, he kept talking about how hot it was. I agreed it was and took off my shirt. I kept washing his car, and he smoked. He asked me if I wanted a cigarette and I said I couldn't while I was working. He asked if anyone else was here. I said I was working alone that day. "Then come around the back where no one can see and have one. No one will know." I put up the "out to lunch" sign, picked up my shirt and walked with him around the back of the car wash. In the back there was a bunch of trees and an old junkyard, and a tiny stone shed with a metal door. We stood by that and he held out his Marlboros. I took one and he offered me a light. I inhaled and felt my lungs fill up. I held it in for a minute, and looked him in the eyes. "Damn, that feels good," I said. I didn't smoke often, but I loved it when I did. "Nothing like a good smoke," he said, taking a drag. I watched his red lips close around the cigarette. They were firm and beautiful. The end of it turned bright orange, and then he breathed out, in my direction. We stood like that, smoking and talking about his trip, for a good five minutes. As he finished his cigarette and threw it away, he looked at the stone shed. "What's in there?" he asked. "Just sponges and hoses and shit," I exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him. "You should show me," he suggested. I looked down at my half-finished cigarette and he laughed. "I don't like to waste 'em either," he said. He took it from my hand and took a deep drag. He held it and passed it back to me. Fuck, I was getting hard. My cock had inched down my thigh and was straining against my jeans. I inhaled and handed the cigarette back to him. Another deep, deep drag. It was just a butt now. He held the smoke and threw the cigarette away. He leaned in close and kissed me, blowing the smoke into my mouth. I coughed, and he kind of laughed as his tongue found my lips and pushed them apart. He probed in and out, and I was in his control. He pushed me against the door of the shed and went to town on my face. His stubble was rough on my skin and I liked it. He tasted like salt and smoke. I fumbled with the door and pulled him into the stone shed. "Fuck yeah," he said. Inside the shed, he pushed me down onto a big pile of sponges and we continued making out. He touched my chest and licked my nipples. Then he pulled off his own shirt and undid his belt. I helped him push his pants off. He didn't wear underwear. "Hot," I said. His dick was hard, long and thick. It was maybe 8 inches, cut and glistening with precum. He pulled my jeans off and pushed me down again. Our bodies were grinding against each other, heat and sweat and muscle all together. His dick touched my hole, and I liked it. He reached into his jeans pocket beside him and pulled out a little bottle. There was a little pop and he pushed it under my nose. It smelled AWFUL but I felt a warm wave wash over me. "What's that?" I asked. "Poppers," he replied. "Totally safe." He pushed it under my nose again and I took a deep breath to see if it would make the warmth more intense. My head spun a little and my ass felt amazing. "Oh, hell yeah," I said. He spit in his hand and pushed his cock against my hole. It felt great. I pushed my ass against him a little and helped him ease the head in. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Tight!" He gave me some more poppers and I pushed back against him in one thrust, taking the cock all the way down to the pubes. He gasped. "Fuck, dude!" he said. Soon, he began fucking back and forth. I met him, stroke for stroke. I fondled his balls, touched his chest, kissed his gorgeous face. I had jerked off to bareback porn before, but I had never taken a raw dick up my ass before. I was more turned on than I ever had been. "Fuck yeah, man!" I said. "Bareback me!" That really got him going. He held my legs up over my head and pounded me so hard that all I could do was grunt from the force. "Fuck yeah!" he said. "Take this fuckin cock!" "Yeah, give it to me!" I yelled. "Give it to me raw, man!" "Yeah!" he shouted. "You want this fuckin load, stud? Huh? You want my FUCKIN LOAD?!" "FUCK YEAH!" I shouted. "Fuckin' SPERM my ass, man!" "OH, yeah!" he yelled. His face contorted and he rammed it in hard. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK!" "Oh, yeah!" I urged him on. "Cum in me! Cum in me!" He collapsed on top of me, and his abs pressed against my cock, which spasmed a load out between us, splattering against both of us. "Unh! Yeah!" His dick was still pressed against prostate, and I shot hard. After a long time, he pulled out. There was a little blood on his cock, but I didn't care. I got a little towel and put it against my hole when I put my underwear back on. "Keep that load in there for me, stud!" he said. We got dressed, he kissed me again and gave me his email address. He got in his car and looked out the window. I had one last view of those gorgeous blue eyes. "Don't forget me, stud!" he said, and drove away. Let's just say there's no way I could forget that fuck. It was the fuck of my life.

So fucking hot!!!

2012 SF - one long agonizing month after prep - posted on every site bbrt, Craigslist, Grindr snd A4A that was I was being a cumdump at the glory holes and taking any anon cocks at Folsom Gulch. Had exact time I would be there. I stripped naked and placed my hole against the glory hole and let the random fuck gods do their magic. Never saw any of their faces but took 9 raw loads from total strangers, don’t know their status. One fucker on Craigslist said he’ll be there to charged up my hole but I didn’t know what that meant at that time and couldn’t possibly tell which one of the nine that used me was. Puffing poppers and pushing my asshole against the glory hole. My hole was sore, pink, stretched, wet and dripping with fuck juice. I left not because my hole couldn’t take it... my knees where giving out lol. I rode the Muni home standing up with cum dripping out and down my legs.

I have always given ATM since I stopped using condoms. As per a previous comment as a bottom I see it as part of my role.

Given the mechanics of gay sex and HIV infection, I'd imagine it's extremely difficult (ie close to impossible) for a top on PrEP to become HIV positive fucking a poz person, and if the bottom is undetectable, I'd say the odds are for all practical purposes zero. With a detectable bottom, the odds would shift a bit. If a bottom has a high viral load, and the top fucks him roughly enough (or he's large enough) that the bottom bleeds, that opens a source of infection. And if the top has, say, any abrasion on his cock through which blood might enter, it's *possible* that even on PrEP he might get infected, but that's conjecture based on direct blood-to-blood transfer being potentially harder to stop. But that's a convoluted scenario that I think would seldom occur in real life.

Fantastic! They should get pozzed and owned.

I love fucking married men. They always ask for a condom initially, but after eating their hole they seem unable to say no. My thick cock head rubbing the entrance to their slim hole. I always promise I will only put my tip in, it will be safe 😀. Before too long I am ploughing their arse Raw balls deep as they are milking my thick hard daddy dick. I always whisper to them do they want me to cum deep inside their now owned hole but i can honestly say no one has ever refused as I unload deep in their guts. Now they are daddy’s boys who can’t get enough raw dick.

I love married men that say safe only but slide in raw

PART 2 I had no idea what to do. I was naked, seated on the edge of a stranger's bed, and we were watching a gay porn, a gay porn where a young guy was slobbering all over a guy's cock. My six inch cock was rock hard, but next to me was an almost rock hard man dick. I marveled at how such a thin guy had such a huge fat cock. It had to be at least eight and a half inches. As if sensing it, or maybe he was just staring at me staring at his cock, he commented "I like that you can’t stop looking at my cock. You must be hungry. Have you been with many guys?” I just figured honesty was best and I wasn’t exactly fooling anyone into thinking I was 'Mr. Experience', so I told the truth. "I've..., I've gone to a bookstore a few times and done stuff.” I was super embarrassed to admit it, but he looked at me and smiled, responding "Good for you. Bookstore booths can be hot. Did you just let guys suck you or has Chris learned to get his knees dirty?” "At first, I got sucked but I kind of like, I kind of like to suck more than get sucked.” There, I had admitted it. "And what about fucking? Anyone get that butt yet?” he asked. "I tried it twice. It was good, but it kind of hurts, and well, it seems like... condoms aren’t very slippery it feels like.” He looked at me thoughtfully and asked "So, each of the guys who fucked your ass used a condom? But not when you were sucking, right? I imagine you took each man's load in your mouth, didn’t you?” “I only tried fucking twice and yes, each guy used a condom. And yes, you're also right, when I suck I don’t ever use a condom. Oh, and yeah, the guys always just cum in my mouth. I don’t mind though.” There, I had admitted that too. I liked sucking cock and tasting cum. “Well Chris, I am proud of you for being so open with me and for going out and finding what you like. Do you want to know what I like and what I have done?” I nodded. “I've done most everything, I think, so if you have a question, just ask. But when it comes to fucking and sucking and having man sex, I like it all. But most of the time, I am the one getting sucked more than the one sucking. And most of the time I am the one licking a guy's asshole instead of him licking mine. And I am always the one, these days, that fills a hot manhole instead of having a cock deep up in me. And I have a secret trick for fucking that makes it real slippery and the bottoms always love it. In my book it's the only way to fuck. Can you guess what it is?” I shrugged, having no idea. "Well, let's put it this way: the problem with the way you’ve been fucking is that you used condoms. I never do.”

PART EIGHT My breathing was still ragged, and my body shaking a little as Matt and Eric kissed each other across my sweat covered body. Eric rubbed my chest and Matt worked the larger plug into my hole. With a soft pop it slid inside of me and held fast, Eric smiled. “How’s that hole holding up boy?” “Still hungry.” “Well I thought that you would probably need a break after the Philips boys so your ass can rest for a little while.” Matt shook the plug a little, “Which kinda cock has been your favorite boy?” “The thick ones,” I said without having to think, “I love feeling my cunt opening wider and wider for them.” “Well then you are sure going to enjoy what’s coming next, but lets get you out of this sling for a bit.” They helped me down from the sling and we took seats on the bench against the far wall. I walked gingerly trying to regain the feeling in my legs which had been up and spread for so long that without my noticing the had completely fallen asleep. When I finally say on the bench I made sure to sit squarely on the base of the plug to push it just that little bit deeper into my hole. Eric noticed and winked at me. Then we just sat there for a while, they asked me about school and we talked about their jobs, it was like we had known each other for years. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that after the intimacy we had just shared that they felt like old friends. After what seemed like ages of us sitting naked shooting the shit the doorbell upstairs rang again and the two of them smiled. Matt went upstairs to answer the door and Eric helped me back into the sling and pulled the plug from my hole. “Have fun,” he whispered before stepping away to beside the door. Two guys came down the stairs who looked to both be about twenty-one maybe a little older. One was had shaggy brown hair and looked like your classic All American boy. The second had short blonde hair sticking up from under a baseball cap and was built like a brick shit house of a football player. “This is Max,” Eric said gesturing to the blonde, “and Tom,” indicating the darker haired boy. They both wasted no time in stripping off. Max was far less hairy then any of the other men I had had that night but he did have incredibly bushy pits full of dirty blonde hair that made my mouth water. If the pits weren’t enough when he dropped his white briefs to the floor and let his thick eight-inch cock spring up and his big round balls swing loose I knew I needed his cock inside of me. Tom was tall and lithe and looked as though in ten years he would be completely covered in hair, as it was the thick patches of hair that grew on his chest and stomach had already merged and joined with the dense patch of hair that grew at the base of his cock. Tom’s cock must have been what Eric had been referring to when he said I would enjoy what was coming next. It was slightly longer then Max’s and thick as a can of beer. I needed them both. Without speaking they winked at each other and Tom came up to my head and smacked me in the face with his quickly hardening rod while Max moved between my legs. “How many loads you got in this sweet ass man,” Max asked rubbing his thick cock head against my hole. I had to think for a moment, counting the loads. “He doesn’t even remember,” Tom laughed. “Seventeen.” “And you took your first load today?” I nodded, taking Tom’s cock in my mouth. “Damn we have got to get your number,” and then Max slid home. As soon as his cock head slipped inside of my hole I lost all sense of self, all that I cared about was the ever-fattening cock in my mouth and the blonde boy pounding my hole as if his life depended on it. I was right where I belonged doing exactly what I was supposed to do. Max slammed his cock into me as if he had no interest in my pleasure only in using my hole for his one enjoyment and I didn’t care. I have no idea how long he hammered away before he grabbed my hips and shot his first load deep inside of me. Then he and Tom switched and I moaned as Tom’s ungodly thick cock stretched my used and battered hole yet wider. Three times they switched each dumping three loads inside of me bringing my load count up to twenty-three. When they were finished they got dressed and left me there with cum dripping from my hole. Eric came back into my field of view then and smiled. The plug returned and he helped me down. “How do you feel?” “Hungry,” I replied. “Wanna get some food from upstairs?” “Not that kinda hungry.” I fell to my knees and took his soft cock in my mouth. “Shit he’s still going?” said Matt coming down the stairs. “Hell yeah, put an add up on Craig’s List and get this boy some more cock.” Eric moved me to the fuck bench and after strapping me down fucked another load into my overflowing cunt. He left me like that, my hole gaping wide revealing the ocean of cum inside. Then the men started coming. I never saw them, they just came down the stairs and stuffed their cocks inside of me. I have no idea how long this went on or how many of them there were, but I was in heaven. After what must have been several hours and more then a dozen cocks Eric returned and asked me again how I felt, “Sleepy,” I replied. He laughed, plugged my ass, and unstrapped me. He then took my upstairs and laid me to sleep between he and Matt in their bed. I spent most of the day there asleep, and then around four in the afternoon, after a quick shower, I finally took Eric up on that ride home and went straight back to sleep. The next day I woke up with the plug still in my hole and a hunger burning in my guts. I found my phone in the pocket of my shorts, which I had tossed aside as soon as I had gotten home, and scrolled through all the new number till I found one of the Philips boys. “I need your cock,” I texted Jake. THE END

PART THREE As Eric started sending out his mass text Matt helped me too my feet, took me by the hand and led me out of the kitchen. I could feel cum dripping from my ass and running down my leg as I walked into a spacious dinning room that adjoined the kitchen. We turned down a short hall way and Matt opened a door that lead to a staircase heading down to a basement. Leading the way Matt flipped on the lights and headed down stairs. I gasped, the basement was nothing like the rest of the modern but conservative house. The walls were all painted black, and the floor was polished concrete with a drain in the middle of the room. Hanging from the ceiling by silver chain was a black leather sling, just next to the door was a strange waist high bench with restraints attached to it’s four legs. All over three of the walls were pictures of naked men. Some were just posing but others were mid-fuck, there were even some close ups of cock sliding into bare asses that made my hole tingle to look at. The far wall though was a massive shelving unit which held sex toys of every sort the number of dildos alone was staggering. Matt wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, “Where gonna have some fun with you tonight boy.” His once again hard cock was pressing against my cum dripping hole, “It’s not every day that a cute little otter like you gets his cherry popped and learns he can’t live without cock.” He tweaked my nipples and lead me over to the bench, bending me over so that my arms landed right where the restraints on the legs were. It suddenly made sense; this bench was a fuck bench to turn a man into just an upturned hole to be used. This time however, Matt did not strap me down, but instead just slid his cocking to my eager hole. He bottomed out and I felt his balls against mine and then he leaned forward so that he could keep whispering in my ear as he deep fucked me. “After I breed your sweet sweet hole again I’m gonna strap you up in the sling for the night. I want you to be able to see what’s coming at your hole while my friends use you. They’ll really teach you how to be a good little cum dump. Then if you still want more, we’ll strap you to this bench and point your ass at the door and let anyone who wants to come over and sink their cock into your wet cunt.” I moaned as Matt picked up his pace. “You know I could tell from those pictures that Eric sent me of you with his cock all the way down your throat that you were a cockslut even if you didn’t know it then. You haven’t even touched your cock this whole time. You know that your cock means nothing when a real man’s dick is in the room.” He started to slam into me harder, I whimpered my agreement, “Your body is meant for men to use, your holes for getting them off. You know that now don’t you boy?” “Yes,” I agreed breathlessly. “By the time you leave here tonight your hole will never be a tight little pucker again, you’ll always be ready for a real man to sink his cock into your spunk hole, and you will thank me for it.” He was hammering away now, punctuating his words with deep slams of his cock. I pushed my ass back against his cock trying to swallow more of it. “You had better keep these four loads in your hole boy, cause it’s all the lube you’re getting tonight.” Matt slammed harder and harder, his breathing becoming ragged, “Ready for another load cumdump?” “YES, BREED MY HOLE! I NEED YOUR SPUNK,” I screamed. “That’s a good bitch.” His cock pulsed violently in my hole and he slammed home, dumping his cum deep inside of me for the second time in a hour. This load felt even bigger then the first and the glorious worth that radiated from his cum filled my entire body. Slowly he pulled out and muttered, “Stay there cunt.” I lay on the fuck bench with my cum filled ass in the air as Matt walked away to the far wall and picked something up off the shelf. When he returned I felt something new pressing against my hole. “Open up and take this plug so that none of those loads fall out of your wet pussy boy.” I relaxed my hole and relished the feeling of the thick plug sliding home till it locked in my ass sealing in Matt and Eric’s loads. “Alright, let’s get you in the sling then.” Matt helped me up and half led half carried me to the sling where he hoisted me up locking my arms and legs in place. He smiled at me, laying there with my legs spread wide strapped to the sling and my hole exposed to anyone who walked down into the basement. “Fuck that’s a hot furry cunt,” Eric said, coming down the stairs, “You dumped another load in him didn’t you?” He said teasingly to Matt. “Well you got two off in his new spunk hole so why shouldn’t I?” “True. You’re gonna love what I have planned for you boy,” Eric came over to the sling and gave a slight pull on the plug, “By the end of tonight, this thing won’t even stay in your ass you’ll be so loose and sloppy.” Somewhere else in the house the doorbell rang.