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Barry and Jason adjusted quickly to their retroviral medications and were soon contentedly undetectable. All three continued to play together. The added dimension was many more men were invited to join them for bb sex in the hot tub and king size bed. It was not unheard of for eight bodies to wake tangled in the sheets and you could count on at least five of those men sporting multiple loads cradled in their guts. Chris continued to have lots of sex without the other two, and this became part of Jason's life as well. After three years of his daily Prep pill Chris found himself slipping up and missing doses more often than not. This didn't concern him a great deal and he realized it was inevitable he would be pozed eventually. He decided to take matters into his own hands, stop Prep all together and embrace the role of chasing. He couldn't stop dreaming of how fuckin hot it would be to have Jason pump the poz cum which would ultimately knock him up and infect him. He didn't want Barry to feel left out, and he knew it was a big ask, they could jeopardize their health, but he asked them both to go off their meds for him. Just for as long as it would take to convert him. Barry was understanding, but, adamant he would have no part in going off meds, let alone breeding toxic cum into Chris. Jason remembered how much he had enjoyed being a gifter. He had actually been missing the experience of pozing neg bottoms for a while. He loved the idea of being Chris's gifter and his and Barry's DNA being another bond for their trupple. After a couple of months of Chris and Jason abstaining from medications; and unbelievably, those same months Chris not receiving a single load, the appointed night arrived. Barry fucked Chris with a toothbrush to prep Chris's inner lining. Then he lined up Jason's naked toxic cock guiding it into Chris's unprotected raw twink ass. He then handed each a thin flute of champagne and toasted, "Let the pozing begin." The adrenaline rush Jason felt as his potent cock slid into Chris took his breath away. Chris looked deeply into Jason's eyes and didn't need to say a single word to express his mind fucking delight in chaser's heaven. The emotional bond they were forging was like a powerful electric magnet. The experience was beyond enjoyable, and far too precious to have pass as a quick pump and dump. They fucked for three hours in every position and at every pace and intensity they could imagine. They desperately wanted Barry to be part of this momentous coupling and found many ways to draw him into their sexual ballet. At one point Chris's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Jason and Barry double penetrated him. It was at this moment Barry realized he regretted not also taking a med vacation and he apologized to Chris. Chris was in way too much agonistic pleasure to do anything but bend down and give Barry a deep tongue kiss as expression of his forgiveness. Barry was fucking Jason when Jason realized the volcano in the depth of his balls was stirring and on the verge of erupting into Chris's most intimate being. "Ready to get pozed you fucking pig!" "Oh fuck yeah! Blast in me! Fill my negative ass with every drop of your vicious sperm. Give me everything you've got!" "Here it comes .... augh ... augh ... fuck ... fuuuuuuccck! ... loading you man. Fucking blasting you full of my poz babies!" Jason was slamming into Chris. It was like a tsunami of cum blasting out of Jason's urethra. For Chris it was like a bolt of red hot lightning spewed into his bleeding guts from Jason's cock slit. Bolt after bolt after bolt burned into Chris's ass walls. Their joint orgasm brought Barry off as well. All three collapsed into a pile of heaving flesh allowing their bodies to find recovery from this epic little death. They had no thought of past, present or future. Jason bred Chris toothbrush irritated ass five and six times per day. Each fuck was as exhilarating as their first epic pozing romp. Jason was in seventh heaven each time his toxic cum was plastered on Chris's raw inner guts. He couldn't remember a time he had ever felt so powerful, so deeply alive and purposeful. Chris couldn't get enough ass abuse or high viral load sexual secretion from Jason. Within a short couple of weeks Chris was sicker than a dog. Even in his depleted state he begged Jason to pound more poison loads into him to ensure a good take of Jason's poz DNA.

Part 4 - A Diamond Earring Sampson looked out of the caravan window at the dreary wet day that loomed ahead, ever since their arrival in St. Albans it had rained on and off constantly and today looked to be no exception. Sitting on the bed he opened the hook up app waiting for it to refresh after changing his location to see what the local talent was like having not used it since his arrival here. Spending nearly half an hour going through there was nothing that really attracted his attention. Deciding to wait knowing full well that as soon as the locals saw some fresh meat in their vicinity he would get inundated with messages. After a full day scouting around for work without much success Sampson returned to the caravan glad to be in from the fine rain that fell, you know the sort, it looks like it isn't raining but gets you soaking wet if out in it too long. Quickly changing he looked at the app and saw two messages, one from a 43 year old describing himself as a solvent professional man, the other a 29 year old escort offering a freebie for a flip fuck. Sampson deleted the 29 year old's message since the guy looked a little to used and camp, and well, it didn't float his boat. If he wanted camp he would find a girl to lay. The 43 year old might be worth perusing he mused but not tonight since he needed to go to the supermarket to stock up and it was already getting late. The commune leader popped by and informed Sampson that the police had given them an eviction notice of 48 hours and since there was little work he had decided they would move on Milton Keynes in the morning. Sampson walked out of the caravan with the commune leader and got in to his 4x4 to get some supplies at the 24 hour superstore a few miles down the road. Steve drove past the gypsy site noticing a fair bit of activity that to him looked like they were packing up. He smiled happily to himself knowing that the council didn't tolerate it, always acting swiftly to move them on. Anyway he didn't want his pride and joy being stolen or vandalised by them. At 20 years old he loved his ramped up Peugeot 208 that matched his boy racer image, it also proved to be an excellent cover for his very discreet and hidden gay side. He was tallish and had a very slender body, shaved dark hair at the side and longer on top that was always covered with a baseball cap and a diamond earring in his right ear. The earring was a present from his regular fuck buddy who was 20 years older but he enjoyed the incredible sex with this experienced man. He was having a few problems with the butterfly clasp on the back and was taking it in to the jewellers in the morning to get it fixed. His fuck buddy was comfortably well off, constantly buying him little but expensive gifts that were sometimes personal and sometimes for his car. Tonight though he was going to meet some of his racer boys and was popping by the superstore for beers. Checking the clock in his car it was only 9pm and there weren't due to meet for another hour so he had plenty of time. Turning in to the car park he drove around the car park until he found a spot he liked, it was pretty deserted with only a handful of shoppers going about their business at this late hour. Steve grabbed his wallet and got out of the car watching the 4x4 going past and parking a few spots further along. By the time he was set and locked the car door the occupant of the 4x4 was getting out and he glanced over. It did strike him at first that the person maybe from the gypsy camp down the road but he was dressed in ordinary jeans and no sparkly jewellery that most of them wore and he looked quite young. Steve walked past and collected a small trolley heading in to the store. Sampson admired the young lad from behind keeping a fair distance but close enough see his cute arse in his flimsy shorts and his designer t-shirt, the baseball cap suited him down to the ground and actually made him look even more attractive. Sampson grabbed a trolley and headed down a different aisle in the store quickly grabbing what he needed before reaching the 'Oops' shelf that had the bargains on at the very end of aisle. His trolley half poking out of the aisle whilst he was studying the steak that had only a 24 hours sell by date left on it, suddenly his trolley spun off and he made a grab for the handle to stop it going out of control. "I'm so sorry" Came a voice before the head of the young guy appeared. Sampson chuckled "That's okay, my fault I wasn't concentrating" he said quickly noticing the diamond earring. "No, no, it was my fault I came around the corner to quickly" Steve said offering him a smile. Sampson smiled "Hope you don't drive your car like that" he said thinking how dumb he sounded. Steve laughed "Certainly not, I am very careful" he said moving his trolley around to get past. Steve apologised again and walked by Sampson heading down the aisle, he looked over his shoulder at the sexy young guy looking at other items on the shelf who was clearly giggling to himself before he threw glance back at Sampson. The glance was enough to spike Sampson's interest and threw the item in his trolley and went round to the next aisle, he knew the young boy racer was clearly flirting and giving him signals, he also noticed that he was going commando under his shorts. They passed each other again and Sampson was convinced he was now doing it deliberately since there was still only a six pack of beer in his trolley. The ever efficient Sampson had done all his shopping and went to the check out noticing the boy racer was down at the self service check out and looking his way. He was finding it amusing and difficult to concentrate since his cock was dancing around in his underwear itching to get up the boy racers arse. Sampson wheeled his trolley out to the car park and unpacked everything in to the boot. Steve walked past taking his trolley back to the stand and stood there looking towards the guy who was now approaching with his trolley. Steve walked along the edge of the superstore building checking that no one was watching them, glancing at the guy he hinted for him to follow. Sampson smiled and pulled his key out remotely locking his 4x4 and following the boy racer, his heart already pounding at the excitement not knowing if this was going to be a blow job or full on fuck. Normally he would never consider doing this outside but he was undeniably drawn to the cute lad. Turning the corner of the building the boy racer stood there surrounded by boxes in what looked like the recycling area that was undercover. Sampson walked up to him cautiously and found himself looking in the blue eyes of the boy racer. His face very close, his body tingling like electricity flowing between them, he could feel the yearning from the boy racer's body. Sampson grabbed the boy racer's hand and moved moved it over his cock, Steve felt the hardness against the palm of his hand. His face moved closer until their lips almost touched, strangely Sampson was drawn and let down his guard around intimacy. He had no time to question what was going on with his lips being forced apart by the boy racer's mouth, he melted and wanted him, his mouth parting accepting the kiss. His eyes fluttering closed, his mouth filling with tongue, deeper and deeper, he could taste him, smell him and sense him. Steve pulled back teasingly knowing exactly what he was doing and he had gauged it to perfection. Hungrily their mouths attached to each other again, harder and more forceful with his kissing that took Sampson by surprise. The boy racer's hands appeared from nowhere moving all over his body, feeling and touching, arousing him even further, Sampson was a melting pot of desire, every fibre of his being was shining and yearning. He wanted this young lad and roughly tugged down the shorts exposing the boy racer's soft hairless arse. Moving him over to the pile of boxes he spun the boy racer around pushing him against the pile of boxes where he half leant over propped up by the ones that hadn't collapsed. Sampson pulled his jeans and underwear down and rubbed his cock against the soft arse letting him feel what was coming, edging closer and closer 'You want me to fuck you?' Sampson whispered in to his ear, 'Oh yes' the boy racer replied his body wanted sex badly, it didn't care how. It just needed it. Steve opened his eyes wide 'Argh' he cried out feeling the head sharply pushing in to his ass. He held Steve's arms up against the boxes and pinning his legs apart, the boy racer gasped for breath feeling his ass stretching open as more cock penetrated his dry arse. The pain seemed to hit every part of his body, moaning and whimpering louder as Sampson continued feeding the lads arse with more cock. It seemed to go on forever as he fought through the pain his arse pushing back wanting more. Sampson kissed his neck moving up the earlobe, his tongue hitting the butterfly clasp that came off easily in to his mouth. Quickly he took it out of his mouth forcing it in to his pocket whilst his mouth kissed and bit at the boy racer's neck and ear, sucking on the earlobe he could feel the earring moving around his mouth. Steve tried to stifle his moans his neck almost wet from the kissing and biting that Sampson was deploying to detract him from what was really going on. Sampson pushed his cock in deeper until he felt his balls pushing up against the soft arse. Whilst the boy racer moaned and ground his arse back Sampson took the earring out of his mouth and put it in his pocket. The stifled squeals he emitted every time Sampson clenched his arse cheeks forcing his cock deeper then releasing the pressure before exerting it again, the noises sounded like cries of happiness in his ears. Slowly he picked up speed holding the boy racer's arms tighter. Steve turned his head wanting to kiss the guy who obliged easing off the fucking for a moment. Sampson repositioned his legs and began fucking harder and faster 'That's it, this is what you want' he whispered in a statement, his breathing heavily floating in the boy racers ear, 'Oh yes, uhm, fuck me!' he replied in between the moans and gasps. Sampson set in to a fast rhythm fucking deep and hard, still biting and kissing the neck in distraction. Never one to hold back from a good orgasm Sampson could feel the sexual state starting to take over knowing he was about to cum. Steve fixated on the boxes in front and powerless to resist even though he didn't want to, away in his own little bit of heaven getting what he loved most. He felt the change in fucking as the guy now began bottoming out constantly and rapidly, his breathing becoming deeper and rapid. Steve's eyes began watering from the deep fucking he was now experiencing, his body loving every moment of it. Suddenly he gasped feeling the full weight of the guy pushing up like he was trying to split him in half. Sampson moaned loudly holding his cock deep as he felt the pulses raging up the shaft of his cock reaching the head he pushed up harder again feeling the first release of his seed firing in to the young body, the second pulse just as big releasing more seed and breeding the boy racer deep, deeper and deeper he went with every contraction jettisoning more seed until he collapsed panting on top of him. Steve felt the painful pulses in his arse and moaned in delight 'Oh fuck!' he quietly said with sharp gasps every time the guy's cock jumped and pushed in deeper. Sampson raised himself up kissing the boy racer's neck and pulling his cock out 'Argh!' Steve cried as the head plopped out from his ass followed by a stream of bright pink fluid. He breathed resting his forehead against the boxes. Sampson quickly saw his cock streaked with blood pulling up his underwear and jeans, he wasn't about to hang around and quickly disappeared. Steve turned and was about to kiss him before realising the guy was gone. Steve looked down at his shorts around his ankles that were a mess with pink semen. He figured he might have bled as it was so painful when the guy was cumming. He would need to go home clean himself up and change before meeting his boy racer friends. Walking a little funny he came around the side of the building as the 4x4 was turning on the main road. His arse in pain but he couldn't keep the smile off his face, one random fuck that he never expected that was so amazing, smiling he got in to the car and looked in the rear view mirror noticing his earring was gone. Panicking he jumped out and retraced his steps searching for nearly half an hour but it was nowhere to be found, he definitely had it in before fucking as he remembered checking the clasp that he been doing constantly all day and in the superstore. He sat back down in the car and remembered the guy had spent an strange amount of time kissing and licking his ear. 'Fuck' he shouted banging his head on the steering wheel in anger, suddenly knowing that the guy had stolen his earring. Sampson put away the shopping and sat on the floor by the bed retrieving the trinket box and fishing around in his pocket he pulled the diamond earring and clasp out fixing them together and placing it in the box. He smiled looking at his growing collection of souvenirs before closing the lid and sliding it back under the bed. By morning the site was deserted and they had set off for Milton Keynes for an uneventful few months, Sampson was to be struck down by a series of colds over the next few weeks keeping him out of action of the sex scene. Steve had no way of contacting the superstore fuck and the week rolled on. His fuck buddy had deserted him in anger when he came clean about how it was stolen. By the third week things spiralled out of control quickly falling prey to a bout of pneumonia that hospitlised him. it was slowly coming under control with him lying in the hospital bed with an antibiotic intravenous drip. The nurse came in regular as clockwork prepared his HIV drugs that was getting his viral load down. Having fallen quickly to the infection he was admitted to hospital two weeks ago and diagnosed with HIV that lead to his pneumonia. After he was eventually discharged he had to take it easy for several weeks. His fuck buddy angry about his recklessness and losing the diamond earring that had cost £500 still refused to talk to him. He had no way of really knowing if it was stolen or lost and he kept an eye out in case anyone posted on line about finding a diamond earring on the local Mugbook page and on Flutter. A few days after arriving back home and feeling a lot healthier he was trawling through flutter and came across a weird hashtag that someone had refluttered locally #PozThief, he clicked on it to take a look seeing it had been refluttered numerous times and read the description. It definitely seemed like the guy he had met. He sent a message to the person explaining how he had met a guy in the store car park and believed he had stolen his diamond earring and left him with HIV describing him as best he could. Gav replied telling Steve they were staying at the Albion Hotel for a night searching for this guy and they should meet up to discuss if this was the same person. Steve agreed to meet with them on the Saturday afternoon at the superstore car park, the location of where he met the guy. Gav and David stood there at one end of the car park and saw a Peugeot 208 heading in their direction and parking up. Nervously Steve got out of the car and looked over catching a glimpse of Gav who was looking directly at him. He locked the car and walked over where David nodded like an invisible signal and the three of them introduced themselves to each other, David suggested they go to the coffee shop since it was quiet and they could talk inside. Gav was struggling to focus and his attention was drawn to Steve, in his head he was already trying to work out what to say to Steve, he definitely had the hots for him but then so did David by the way he was leering at him and laughing at everything he said. Steve found his eyes kept wandering to Gav, his rough chav look was simply to die for before checking himself knowing this was how he ended up in this situation in the first place. They sat having a casual chat learning about each other, or as much as each one wanted to reveal before the subject got real. "So when did you know he infected you?" David asked Steve who look pensive for a moment. "I... I was in hospital for several weeks with pneumonia" Steve said looking upset. Gav stood walking around the table and sat down beside him "It's okay mate" he said kindly. Steve smiled "They put me on antibiotics and confirmed then it was HIV" he eventually said. David nodded sympathetically "Did they put you on medication straight away?" he asked. "Yeah" Steve replied, "I lost my fuck buddy of years when he found out about the earring" he confessed. "Dam that is not nice if they dumped you like that" Gav said looking between Steve and David. Steve sat back in his chair "Yeah well I he showered me with gifts to keep me around for sex, he thought I was an easy lay" he replied. "And are you?" Gav asked accidentally. "Sorry I didn't mean that, well maybe a little" he said smirking. Steve chuckled "Why you want to find out?" he asked glancing at Gav. Gav winked at Steve "Course I do! But not right now" he replied. "So you don't have a boyfriend?" he asked. Steve shook his head and David laughed. "You might have one very soon" David said noticing their looks. There was a definite spark going on between Steve and Gav, David could clearly see it making him a little envious. But they were here for a different reason today and they needed to get on with it. "What else can you tell us about this Sam?" David asked. Steve shrugged "He drove a black 4x4 look liked a towing vehicle" he said trying to recall the vehicle. "Did you get the registration?" Gav asked sitting forward. "No" Steve replied, "Sadly that was the last thing on my mind. Probably belonged to the gypsy site". "What?" David suddenly asked mulling this over and looking at Gav, "Now that makes sense" he said. Gav nodded "Travelling around!" he exclaimed. "Exactly" David said agreeing with him. Steve looked at them both "Well there was one about a mile down the road but they left weeks ago". They finished their drinks and drove down to the site where the commune had been, it was just an empty field with tyre marks with the gate to it now securely locked up. Their search coming to a dead end but they knew a little more about the guy going their separate ways. Gav desperately wanting to say something to Steve but instead they swapped mobile numbers and said they would keep in touch and advise if anything new came up. Steve watched them drive away a lot happier from having met Gav, there was a sexy edginess that drew Steve in. Gav was far from the normal clean cut type of guy he always went for, he could only imagine that sex with Gav would be rough and hard. Steve chuckled and got in to his car driving off. Sampson had been struck down with another cold and was now feeling a lot better since arriving in Banbury at the beginning of September, at least they would be here a while as long as the work came in. In Milton Keynes they had come under a lot of resistance from the locals who surprisingly were quite vocal and parked trailers at the gates to the field preventing them from coming and going. They quickly moved on and now set up commune in Banbury.

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...

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.

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

For the record, I feel your pain on this issue. I don't know of a way to accomplish this. Maybe @rawTOP has an answer.

I was actually looking through some old posts on this site mentioning 2-1-1 and found someone who posted this site that digs into the Ipergay PrEP study [think before following links] https://www.aidsmap.com/news/dec-2015/ipergay-prep-study-results-published Looks like 86% "reduction in risk of HIV infection" sounds right. Interestingly I guess only 2 people in the experimental group (group that got Truvada) got HIV. But of those two, one didn't even take any Truvada pills during the trial and the other one only took 2 pills total during the trial (meaning they didn't actually do the full 2-1-1 regimen). Which seems to imply that no one in the experimental group got HIV that did the 2-1-1 method properly or properly "enough". It also looks like 31% of the experimental group took Truvada for eleven days or fewer per month and a little over 50% of took Truvada 15 days per month with no reports of HIV in either group.

I can hand on heart say I don’t hate anyone. But that wasn’t always true. Like some of the others here, I was bullied in school, to the point of suicidal thoughts at one stage, by this one guy. He actually turned out to be gay as well, in the end. Would I let him fuck me now? Absolutely, without question. It probably helps that I no longer hate him. But I’ve come to a point where if a sufficiently forceful top makes it clear to me that he’s fucking me, then he’s fucking me. It doesn’t take much, just confidence that you’re in charge and enough cockiness to know you’re going to get your own way. My job is to take Cock and show him a good time. It really doesn’t matter how I feel about him.

Mmm love it me if ask for condom I put one on after I couple of stoke in is ass I pull out and removed it and tell him and just push raw

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.

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.

Part III-Boys Slammed in the Sling The man inside Mikey was brutal. He repeatedly pulled his cock all the way out and slammed it in. “Fucking faggot,” he said, spitting on Mikey’s face. “You’re a goddamn whore. You think you can say no to this?” He pulled his cock all the way out and stepped back a few feet, stroking his full ten inches. His cock glistened from the loads and juices inside Mikey, and he used its stickiness when he pressed the tip into the baggie of meth. Mikey was still wailing when Joe slammed into him with a cock covered in meth. “You’re gonna be my whore tonight,” he said. Behind Mikey, I could hear Bill soothing him. Bruce had the camera fixed on my face, recording my reactions as I saw Mikey being seeded by this hairy mean man. Behind me, Tom was gently but forcefully raping my ass. But he was going very slowly, compared to the man fucking Mikey, a man the other men referred to as Joe. For every stroke into me by Tom, Joe finished three or four into Mikey. And he took a lot of breaks, and was now staying outside of my hole, stroking ass cheeks. Bruce grinned at me. “You know it is gonna be your turn next, right?” Mikey moaned suddenly, against the steady sound of skin slapping skin and the creaking of the sling as it rocked back and forth from the force of Joe fucking Mikey. “It’s gonna be ok, Mikey,” Bill said, stroking his forehead. “This man just wants what’s his. Tell him how much you like him.” “It’s...too much...” Mikey said, grimacing. Joe smiled down wickedly at him, and took his cock out, leaving the head nestled right at the entrance to Mikey’s pussy. The powder had already been absorbed by Mikey’s hole, and Joe seemed proud of himself. “That’s one fucked up faggot,” Joe said. “C’mon faggot: Tell me you want it hard.” Mikey’s eyes got wide as he whimpered and seemed to be talking to Bill. “No more, please...” Joe laughed. “There’s gonna be lots more, faggot.” He pushed his cock in and out twice, very quickly, and Mikey gasped. Bill also laughed, but once Joe had backed away he started pulling Mikey out of the sling. “You can have a break, kid,” he said, keeping his hand pressed against the small of Mikey’s naked backside as he led him to the other side of the room, where two guys in their late forties or early fifties were stroking their cocks, waiting. After Bill forced Mikey onto his knees to start servicing them, he waltzed over to me and grabbed me forcefully. “C’mon princess,” he said, walking me over to the sling. Bruce filmed him helping me into the sling, but I noticed he put the camera down as Tom handed Bill a few things from a bag near the sling. When I got a clearer picture I could see that Bill was holding a needle and a tie of some sort, and after I was on the sling he prepped my bicep and twisted my arm until he found a vein. Tom came over and dabbed the area with a swab as Bill leaned in. “Don’t move a muscle, boy,” he said. I obeyed as he injected me. I felt the effect right away. A rush came over me, almost the instant that the needle pierced my vein. It was like a sudden rush of dopamine, coursing through my body, and just as suddenly, desperately, I wanted every man in that room to fuck me. Needed them to fuck me. Bruce put the camera right above my face, the light burning into my eyes as I let out a low moan. Bruce moved the camera to my side, giving me a view of Bill who was between my legs, gently stroking at my beaten and bruised hole. “What’s your name, boy?” Bill asked while the tips of his forefingers circled around my pucker. “You know my name...sir...” I said, uncertainly. “Talk to the camera, princess.” I turned to the camera. I could also see myself on the TV, being livestreamed. “Sean,” I said. “And how do you feel Sean?” Bruce licked his lips as he filmed me. “I feel...high.” Bruce and Bill laughed at that. “You feel good, boy?” Bruce asked me. “Yes, sir.” I did feel good. Damn good. I wanted, no, I needed those fingers in me! “What’s that man doing to you, Sean?” Bruce asked. “He’s...oh!” I moaned as Bill’s finger went in. “He’s...fingering me,” I said, letting out a sigh. “Shhh, baby boy, shh...” Bruce stroked my forehead. “Just ride that wave boy, let it happen. You feel good, right?” I nodded, my eyes blissfully closed. I felt Bruce’s cock hardening against my cheek. “That’s good. No reason not to feel even better, right?” I opened my eyes. He was smiling down at me, his left hand stroking his foreskin against my cheek. I was sweating now, very hot and suddenly I needed something, anything to drink. “Water?” Tom came over and pressed a cup of very bitter Gatorade into my mouth. “Just have some of this, kiddo.” After I finished drinking it all, I had to refrain from spitting because the taste was so terrible. Once I finished, Bruce pressed his cock against my lips. “Now this is very important, Sean. We need you to tell us what you want.” “I want...I need...to fuck,” I said, twisting in the sling. My holes felt like magnets trying to pull at, swallow the cocks around me. Bill chuckled, standing over me, holding my limp cock in one hand and using the other to press his dick against its final target. “Get fucked, you mean.” I nodded slightly, still keeping my eyes closed. Bruce nudged my cheek again with his cock. “Tell us what you want.” “Fuck me,” I moaned, opening my eyes, and my mouth for his cock, and wiggling my hips to invite Bill inside me. “Louder, princess,” Bill said, moving his cock inside me. “Tell me where you want me to put this.” “In my ass, sir!” Bruce slapped me. “Remember your first lesson bitch,” he said. “What did Bill press his cock into?” “My pussy,” I said, moaning again as Bill moved his cock around inside me and Bruce held his against my face. “That’s my pussy,” Bill corrected me, nodding over at Bruce, who was laughing. “Best twenty bucks I spent this month,” Bill said. “What do-“ I was starting to ask a question, confused, when Bruce’s cock filled my mouth. “More time for that later,” Bruce said. “Now suck bitch.” I was lost in heat as these two men savagely penetrated my holes for the next twenty minutes or so. Neither of them came. When Bill thrust inside me for the last time, he leaned over and Bruce took his cock out of my mouth, and Bill kissed me. “You’ve got a long night, princess,” he whispered, then stood up and backed away. As I watched him go, I realized what he meant. A line of men had formed behind him, and Joe was first up. “How old are you, faggot?” Joe asked. He was very nonchalant, like we were talking at a cafe instead of a dingy basement with my ass open to his pierced dick. “N-nineteen,” I stammered. I was still lost in a drug fugue. Sweaty, dizzy and craving cock like I never had before. A voice inside of me was struggling to get out: They're filming this! They're fucking you raw! You have to say something! You have to stop them! “Good. So you're legal. You got a name, boy?” “Sean,” I said again. He must not have been listening earlier. “And does Sean have a daddy?” Joe asked, his cock pressing against my pucker. “I, I don’t know...” I said, confused. “I’m his daddy now,” Bill said from the other side of the room. Joe nodded, staring intently at me. "Has your daddy been fucking you boy?" I nodded. "Yes, sir." Joe smiled. "That's good. He's been opening you up for the rest of us. Is that what you wanted?" Joe's demeanor changed entirely. Now suddenly he was sweet, speaking gently to me, like I was a kid. "You wanted all these men to fuck you?" I groaned. "Yes, sir," I said. My inner voice recoiled. No! You're getting drugged and raped you dumb fuck! On another side of the room, I could hear Mikey moaning. In the corner of my eye I saw him being spit roasted between the two old guys, who were recording it with their own camera phones. I turned my attention back to Joe. Joe was stroking, looking back at Bill. “Daddy Bill, do I have your permission to fuck this pussy?” I looked over to Bill, who nodded, smiling at me. “Yes you do, Joe. You have permission to do whatever you want to that boy.” I looked back at Joe, my eyes wide. He had a giant cock, and I had never taken anything that big before, let alone something with a piercing. “See bitch,” Joe explained as he worked his pierced dick into my pussy. “You may be a cumdump, but you’re spoken for. I need permission.” With that, he shoved the remainder of his dick inside me. I shrieked, and Tom came over and put his dick in my mouth. “Shhh...” he said, stroking my forehead. “Your whore mouth has other work to do.” “Just ride that wave,” Bruce reminded me, his camera focused on Joe’s cock moving in and out, tearing apart my insides with his piercing. Bill came over to stand beside me, putting his cock in my mouth alongside Tom’s cock. “This is just a preview, whore,” Bill said. “We have a lot more shooting to do before this film is finished. And you’re gonna take a lot more cocks up that pussy.” I moaned, fixated on the cocks in my holes. And suddenly I realized that I was just a hole. A boy. A pussy. An object for these men to violently fuck and abuse. And in that instant I realized that nothing else mattered, except getting them off. My inner voice relented: You're a whore. And you're a hole. Joe started to get close. He had been fucking without release, between me and Mikey, for a while at that point. “I’m getting close,” he grunted, his wide, bloodshot eyes staring right into my cock filled face. “Where do you want it?” He glanced up at Bill. I no longer made the decisions about my body. “Poz that whore’s pussy,” Bill said, grinning down at me. A few strokes later, Joe screamed, releasing his dirty load into my pussy. Bruce swung the camera down towards my hole, getting a close up as he slowly pulled his dick out, glistening with pink cum. Another man who was stroking in line behind Joe came up to me, grinning. "Bill, can I fuck this faggot up next?" He was an older, burly chested guy with silver hair. I recognized him from the clubs. He took out his cell phone, recording as he lined his dick against my cum splattered hole. You are a whore. You are a hole. "Yes, of course Rob," Bill said, and took his cock out of my mouth to lean down and whisper to me as Rob pressed his thick cock inside me. It was not nearly as long as Joe's, but what it lacked in length it made up in girth and curvature. Bill whispered in my ear: "Bruce and I made a deal. He gave me to you for twenty bucks, for my birthday." Bill smiled at me, as Tom continued pressing his hard on inside my mouth. Bill's hands snaked down my chest and stomach until he pulled at my limp dick and balls, giving Rob a better shot of his cock going in and out of my ass. "Good work," Bill said. "Open that pussy up." He leaned in again and continued whispering: "Now, I get to decide who stars in the next couple of scenes. So you can either keep going, or you can have Mikey take over." He nodded over to Mikey on the other side of the room, who was now servicing three cocks. Bruce had moved the camera to hover right above Mikey's hole as he was pulled between two daddies. "You have daddies in both ends," Bruce said, taunting Mikey. "You're being a very good girl, taking those daddy dicks." Bill leaned in, stroking my dick as my hole was massaged by Rob's thick dick. "What's it gonna be? You or Mikey?" My inner voice: You are a whore. You are a hole. You do what your daddy says. "Whatever you want, Daddy Bill," I said, giving myself over to the high, to the cocks that were moving inside me. "Good answer, princess," Bill said, stroking my face. "Okay, Rob, time for a break. " Rob lingered over my hole for a minute, thrusting in a few more times and recording it with his phone. He looked disappointed that he wasn't able to finish inside me. "Don't worry," Bill explained as he helped lift me out of the sling. "Everyone will get a chance to fuck Sean later." He beckoned Mikey over, and the tops who were splitting him in two reluctantly stopped and carried his limp body back to the sling. Bruce's camera lingered on Mikey's face, as he twisted and turned. He was completely out of it and fucked up on whatever cocktail of drugs the men were feeding us, but he hadn't given himself over to them yet. Bruce: "You ready for some more dick, Mikey boy?" Mikey shook his head vigorously. "No, no more, please..." Rob pressed his cock inside Mikey's boypussy while Jerome came back over and fed his mouth. Jerome was pressing his cock around Mikey's face as the kid winced. "I thought you were a top," Jerome said, laughing at him. "You open up a lot of boyholes with that cock?" Rob grabbed his cock and pushed it away so that Rob's camera would have a better, unobstructed view of Mikey's violation. "Please....stop..." Mikey said. "Sorry, Mikey boy, no can do," Bill explained. He looked over at Bruce. "Ready for the next scene?" "Absolutely," Bruce said. He pointed the camera at Mikey's face. "Daddy's Pussyboys, next scene: Mikey's Hole Gets Wrecked." "No!" Mikey started to scream, but a cock muffled him, and Rob started fucking him faster. Bill walked over and gently held me as Mikey was violated. "Just watch and learn, princess," he said, stroking my hole. You are a whore. You are a hole. My inner voice was never more certain.

Part 11 I threw TJ's jeans at him as he layed there on the dirty, piss covered ground, cum leaking out of his hole. "Get dressed you fucking white trash cumdump!" I ordered him as I shoved the fat pug back into is ass. I just stood over him as he slowly pulled his pants on, spitting on him. "Hurry up you little faggot!" I demanded. He pulled his jeans on and I unlocked his leash. I started to lead him back out through the maze, past all the homeless guys that had just used him. He just hung his head in shame as we walked. I looked at him, his long, stringy hair matted with cum, his naked tattooed torso covered in streaks of dirt and slime and couldn't help myself. My newest prize looked so trashy and fucked up that I grabbed him by the back of his neck and shoved him against the wall, smashing his face into the cold, hard bricks. I ripped down his jeans and pulled out the plug. Cum ran out of his ass and onto my big, hard cock before I rammed it into him.TJ moaned as I slammed into him over and over while I pushed his face into the bricks, leaving scratches all over one side of his face. "You fucking take that you little bitch!" I growled, as if he had any other choice. "You're a disgusting little meth slut, aren't you bitch? You'll do anything to get high, won't you? Come on, let me hear it bitch. Tell me what you are!" "I'm a meth slut." TJ gurgled. "I'll do anything to get high." "Damn straight you will, you low down, pathetic faggot!" I hissed as I pumped another of my dirty loads into his increasingly wrecked hole. After I re-plugged him and pulled his jeans back up, I led him to the car and opened the trunk, throwing him in. "Thats where disgusting little meth pigs deserve to ride." I said as I slammed the trunk closed. I drove to our next destination. The bathhouse. The sleazy one where anything goes and usually does. I led TJ from the trunk to the front desk, where the desk clerk just leered at him. George, a big bear of a man, just passed me a key as I slid him a baggie of T. He knew what was up. I always bring my whores here. The second we walked through the door, I made TJ remove his jeans and led him naked to our room. Of course I took the long route, so as many people as possible could see my newest victim in all his trashy glory. We passed one of the regulars, Ben. He wasn't that old, early 40's, but in the advanced stages of AIDS. His skin sagged off his skinny, once muscular body while his belly puffed out. He smiled at us as he looked TJ up and down with his sunken eyes. "Any luck tonight?" I asked him. "Naw." He replied. "But that's how it goes." I just smiled and beckoned him to follow us. He did and soon I was shutting the door to our room. Ben sat on the bed as I pushed TJ to the floor. I dug out my supplies and handed Ben a pipe." "Where'd you find this one?" He asked, as he got the pipe rolling. "Skate park." I replied. "Damn, you're lucky." He said as exhaled a cloud. "It's all skill my man." I laughed. "You just need to know how to trap the stupid bitches." Ben laughed as he sat back, hitting the pipe as I pulled out another little baggie. I quickly laid out two lines on the bathhouse floor and handed TJ a little straw. He quickly snorted them up, not having any idea that is wasn't T, but K. Some good old Ketamine. In no time flat, he was collapsed on the floor as he sunk into the K-hole. Ben and I pulled him onto the bed. "He's ready for you." I said, as Ben stroked his hardening cock. I pulled out the plug, and more cum ran out. I scooped it up and wiped it into TJ's slack, open mouth. He stared at Ben with vacant eyes, unable to move as his legs were lifted and yet another cock slid into his "straight" skaterboy cunt. "Oh god he feels so good!" Ben moaned as he slid his 7" cock in and out of the incapacitated boy. "So loose, so juicy! I'm not gonna last long!" I sat back, enjoying the pipe as I watched the diseased ravaged man have his way with my helpless whore. Soon, I was enjoying the site of Ben deeply kissing my whore as he buried himself in to the hilt and pumped TJ full of a really, nasty load. "Got another one in you?" I asked as I handed him the pipe. "You know I do!" He enthusiastically answered. "Help me roll him over." We rolled TJ onto his stomach and Ben climbed on top of him, sliding his cock back into the barley conscious boy. He laid his body on TJ's and wrapped his arms around him as he sawed in and out of TJ's cumhole. After a little bit, TJ started coming back to reality and began moaning as his ass was fucked yet again. I smiled an evil smile as Ben deposited his second high viral load into my whore. "Thank you." He said as he wrapped a towel around himself and opened the door. "No, thank YOU." I smiled as I fingered TJ's cum filled hole. After about 20 minutes TJ was back to being semi conscious and I was ready for the last part of his ordeal for the night. I gave him one, final big slam. Then I stood him up with his arm over my shoulder for support, and helped walk him out the door and down the hall. I knew at this point, TJ's mind was more than gone. He may have been technically conscious, but he probably had no idea of where or even who he was at this point. This only made the men we passed stare more leacherously at the dirty, skanky, trashy teenager as I led him to the open play room. With a little help, I soon had him splayed on a St. Andrew's cross, his back and ass exposed and ready, his mouth gagged to help stifle the inevitable screams. Because, as fucked up as he was, he was going to feel this! A small crowd had gathered to watch as I picked up a whip and expertly landed the first blow right in the middle of TJ's back. He screamed as his body tensed up and a dark red welt appeared. After a few more strokes, TJ just hung there blubbering. Someone took mercy on him and fed him some poppers, but I didn't stop. Not until I had landed 20 lashes across his teenage whore back. I had broken the skin in a few places, and a little bit of blood dripped down. Then I took a bandana from one of the guys and soaked it in poppers, tying it across TJ's nose. Soon, his head just kind of flopped as I picked up a cane. Looking around, I could see many men masturbating as they watched the scene in front of them. "Don't blow your loads gents!" I said to the room. "This slut will be available as soon as I'm done!" And with that, I raised the cane and brought it down full strength across TJ's ass cheeks. He part screamed, part whimpered, and part moaned into the gag as I watched a deep red mark appear. Three more strikes and TJ was once again blubbering. After 10, I stopped and admired what I had done. TJ's ass was just one giant, swollen, throbbing piece of flesh. It was dark purple where the cane had struck the same spot more than once, and a little blood ran down his legs. And true to my word, I made TJ available after that. I and another guy released him from the cross and laid him on a fuck bench, strapping him down. I left the gag in, as I didn't want any loads going in his mouth. Then, I sat back and enjoyed the show, watching these men fuck my freshly beaten bitch. They ran their hands over his body, feeling the welts and the heat that radiated from them. A few of the guys even pulled their cocks out of his ass, and shot their loads across his bloodied back and ass, rubbing their, most likely, dirty semen into the fresh wounds that covered his young, teenage body. See, I told you anything goes here! After a couple of hours, the last man dumped into TJ and it was time to leave. I had to have help getting him off the fuck bench, to the room, and out to my car, as TJ could barely stand at this point. Once I got back to my place, I hefted him out of the trunk and carried him up the stairs over my shoulder. I dropped him on the bed where he just stared up at me with those vacant, fucked up eyes. I smiled at my toy. Then I took another syringe and gave TJ a powerful sedative that would knock his ass out for at least 12 hours. Then I pulled off his jeans and crawled next to him. I ran my hands all over his body as he lay unconscious on his stomach, feeling the damage I had inflicted on him. It made my cock hard. I spread his legs and pulled out the plug. I groaned as I looked at his hole. It wasn't even closing. It just gaped open, a very angry red as I could see some of insides poking out. Cum dripped from his new little rosebud and I fingered him, proud of myself for the destruction I had caused to his straight boy ass. Then I reached into the nightstand and pulled out a piercing. I quickly swapped my regular one for one that had several spikes poking out. Then I slid into him. TJ didn't move a muscle in his passed out state as my huge cock and spiked piercing proceeded to shred his insides even more. His hole was just a loose, wet sloppy hole by this point. I could barely feel it around my dick. I moved my hips around as I pressed the spikes into his innards. Then, I pulled out, relishing the site of my cock covered in slime and fresh blood. I held onto his hips and slammed myself back into him and fucked his lifeless body for a good twenty minutes before I flooded it one last time for the night with another, dirty load.

+ add me to this: I agree it would be useful. I have unfollowed people in the past because of overly prolific commenting things like "Yeah!" "Me too" etc on dozens of images.

Last night “2” from a redhead “straight man”. A repeat from a couple months ago. 8:30 ding on Grindr. “Hi what you doing?” 10 min later he gets here, walks straight into the bedroom n is naked. I turn on the porn, he sees favors and asks if he can. “Yes, none for me I say”. 1st load in 10 minutes up my hole. 2nd 20 minutes later. For the next two hours my cock worshipping skills come into play, He didn’t cum again but he was moaning n thrashing on the bed the whole time. I know another top w add to this but straight men are sometimes leary of showing their new found fun to another man, but I took the chance and asked. He gave an emphatic yes! Then, I finally got his name 😈, and on his way out the door he asks for my phone #, so that we can plan the next time I am his bitch.

I don't know, I just find it fucking hot to have a guy suck my dick after I've fucked him. I tend to be rather dom, so kind of plays with the role. I love to breed and appreciate a bottom who cleans every last drop off after I pull out.

trying to keep locked longer, balls are not very comfortable after few hours, keen to see how my body might adjust.

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...

I don't want to dissuade you from following your doctor's advice, but I would caution: there is far, far less margin for error with 2-1-1 than with daily. Any of the following could happen: --You take the first (double) dose at 10 PM Friday on the assumption you're going to have sex early Saturday evening and you don't want to forget on Saturday afternoon. But then Saturday night rolls around and your partner's not in the mood until midnight or later. --You have sex 12 hours after your double dose (good so far!). But then - do you take the second dose 24 hours after the sex, or 24 hours after the first dose? If you choose the first one, it'll be 36 hours between dose 1 and dose 2. Is that okay? Can you remember to find out before the time comes? (Answer: it's 24 hours after the first dose). --You have sex 8 hours after the double dose, and you plan to take the second dose 16 hours later (total of 24 hours since the first dose). But you have sex twice more in the next few hours, so at the 22 hour mark, you're dozing off because you've been up for so long, and you sleep for 10 hours. Dose missed. --You're doing well through the first and second doses - right on time. But on the day you're to take the third dose, you get called into work in a rush for a day you were supposed to be off, and in the rush, you forget the pill at home. You don't get to take it until 6 hours after you were supposed to. And so on and so on. None of those guarantees you're going to get infected (you'd have to be fucked by a poz guy with a load that was not only detectable but enough to overcome the limited protection that "screwed up" 2-1-1 still provides). But it's not as safe as daily. It's still better than nothing, obviously. It's workable, with more work on your end. But not as protective as daily.

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.

Thanks guys. So we'd made a joint account on Grindr, and (I thought) made our profile pretty clear about what we were looking for. We'd decided that ideally we'd be looking for another top, so I could get fucked by 2 guys. I knew there were going to be more bottoms, but I didn't realise there'd literally be hundreds! We got so many messages from bottoms wanting a couple to fuck them, but I'm pretty much exclusively a bottom, and didn't really want to share a cock. Eventually we started talking to one guy, about 28, south Asian (not that it matters but my husband and I are both white), slightly hairy chest, stubble and a six pack. He was thin (like me) but really toned. He's bi, never been with a couple before but keen to try it, and is a top! We talk for a few weeks making sure we're all on the same page about what we want, when the conversation turns to where he wants to cum. My husband states that he only fucks me bare, and will be cumming in my ass. So this guy says it's one of his biggest fantasies to fuck a cum filled hole and fill it again. Now, I'm not sure, because my husband is the only one that's ever cum in me, but the idea does turn me on. This guy says he's never fucked bare before, so is clean, and it's pretty much decided between them that I'm gonna be filled with both of their loads. So the day we agreed on comes, I've spent ages making sure I'm clean and a little stretched (I'm still quite tight), and the guy arrives on time. He's clearly really nervous, but we all are. At this point I'm really looking forward to getting fucked, so once we're in the bedroom I drop straight to my knees and start rubbing both of their cocks. Unfortunately he's a lot smaller than his pictures had suggested. Like, my husband's cock is easily three times the size. I'm a little disappointed but I figure I'll be able to take it pretty easily. His cock is quite salty and I can tell he's been precumming on the drive over. I'm sucking their cocks for a while on my knees with them stood on front me, when I look up, pleading to get fucked. I stand up and head towards the bed and where we keep the lube, turn around and see this guy now on his knees sucking my husband. I'm a little jealous, but I can't blame him because my husband's dick is huge. Luckily that doesn't last long. My husband enters my hole first. He's lying down on his back, and I'm on top of him, easing on. I can feel my pussy stretching to accommodate him, and lower myself until he's balls deep. Then, I raise my aas slightly and he starts pounding away. Now normally he is gentle to begin with until I'm really stretched out, but he must be really horny about another guy being there because he starts jack hammering away, making me moan really loudly. The visitor watches me take it for a few minutes before standing on the bed and shoving his cock straight down my throat. I'm in heaven, one guy fucking my ass and the other fucking my mouth. At this point it doesn't matter that his dick is pretty small. After a while the visitor asks if he can have a go on my ass, so I climb off my husband's dick and get on my knees, taking my husband's cock in my mouth and arching my back as far as I can. The visitor lines his cock to my hole and I realise he's going to enter me without putting any lube on. I'm hoping that I'm stretched enough that it doesn't hurt too much, but like I said he's not really hung so he slips in pretty easily. Up until this point he'd still seemed pretty shy, but I guess seeing how hard my husband was fucking me kind of spurred him on, because he fucked hard, going as far in as he could as fast as he could. My husband seems to enjoy seeing me being used, and he starts pushing my head further and further down his shaft until I'm choking. The visitor slips out of my hole a couple of times, I guess because of his size, but each time he slams back in, pushing my mouth even further down my husband's cock. He fucked me for for a few minutes, but said he needed to swap again otherwise he'd cum, and he wanted to cum in me last. So he pulls out, and my husband stands up and pushes me onto my back so my head is on the pillow and my legs are up to my ears. He spits on my hole and enters me, going balls deep on his first thrust. I feel bad for the visitor, but I can really tell the difference and I can't help but moan louder. Mt husband fucks me for a while, before telling me to beg for his cum, which at this point I'm desperate for. I beg for him to fill me and he does, releasing his cum into my ass. He stays inside me for a bit, catching his breath. As soon as he pulls out, the visitor slams his cock inside me, and doesn't move. I look up to him and his face is in pure ecstacy, like he can't believe his fantasy of fucking a cum filled hole has come true. He makes a few thrusts before growling loudly, pushing into me further each time he shoots his load inside. I can definitely tell I've been filled by more than one load, and as he pulls out I can feel some of the cum starting to leak out. Luckily he catches it and pushes it back in with his fingers, fingering my hole. I grab my cock, and it doesn't take long until I shoot over my stomach, with this guys fingers inside my cummy hole. There's a little awkwardness as he gets dressed and the three of us make pleasantries before he leaves. I ask my husband if he enjoyed it and he says he did, especially seeing me get used and fucked. He says that if we do it again, he wants to cum in me last so he can feel what it's like to fuck my hole when it's already been bred. (Sorry for the essay! We've met three guys since this first time - let me know if you wanna hear about it.)

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.

Just spent the last 6 hours blowing clouds & getting my cunthole raided & bred by this big scally dick! The horny fukka as filled me with 4 very big thick loads & had me howling in ecstasy all night. Letting him rest a while before milking load 5 outa him! 🤪🤤🍆💦💦💦💦

Two weeks later Chris and Barry awoke to a very hot and sweaty Jason between them in bed. They gave each other a knowing look. They didn't need a clinic or blood test to know what was making Jason so sick. They had both nursed buddies through the fuck flu. After changing the bed, sponging Jason down and getting him back to sleep they moved to the kitchen on the far side of the house. Barry attacked Chris spitting his words; "You fucking liar. You lied, you said you were negative. How could you be such a fuckin ass hole?" "Calm down . Calm down old man. I didn't lie. I am negative." "Sure... for your last test. You could have been infected by any one of the many strangers you've had up your shitter shoot since then. And don't try to lie to me again, I know there have been at least a dozen. " Chris smiled; "Yes you are right, there have been many. It's closer to two dozen deposits in this sweet ass of mine. But, you are wrong about any chance of them pozing me. ... I'm on Prep. Go check the medicine cabinet. You'll see my pill bottle and if you check the pharmacy label you'll see I've been on it for a year and a half. I didn't poz Jason. And if I believe the story you two tell this is either an immaculate infection or it's your cock pops that's shooting the poison darts. " "You slut!" bellowed Barry. "Thanks for the compliment." "You're being awfully flippant about this Chris." "It's treatable pops. In fact the thought of taking Jason's high viral cum to test the viability of my Prep makes me very horny indeed." Within a millisecond Chris was on his knees sucking Barry's spigot. He swirled and swallowed down every drop of Barry's potentially toxic cum. "Delicious!" When Jason was well enough Chris suggested all three go together for testing. He had already sampled a half dozen of Jason's newly poz loads deep in his ass. It was suggested they stop in separately to get their results. They opted to all go in together. They were extra pleased when they entered the inner office. The clinic nurse that day was a very muscular 30 year old with a chiseled face and GQ model clothing, hair and beard. Chris's file was on top and sure enough his Prep was doing it's job. As he fully expected his test came back negative. No one was surprised that Jason's results came back positive with an extremely high viral load. Barry grabbed Jason's hand as they gave each other a reassuring look. Barry was shocked that his results also came back positive. The difference was his viral load was only a little above detectable. He shared his cruising area park encounter from decades before but said he had never gotten sick. He had never thought he needed testing. Those were the only loads he had ever taken. He didn't even let guys cum in his mouth over the years. He was incredulous. The nurse reassured him that his case was very rare. A small percentage of the population could become infected but not have the virus replicate very much for some strange reason. It happened so rarely there was little research to draw on. Just enough virus would stay in the host that their chances of infecting someone else were very low. The fact that Jason had been impregnated with so many of Barry's poz loads had upped his chances of infection. Barry was crestfallen as the reality settled in that he had unwittingly infected his lover. He bent over taking his head in his hands and began to cry. Jason knelt in front of him and attempted to kiss away his tears. While this was happening Chris exchanged a knowing glance with their hunky nurse. They knew just the medicine this moment called for. Chris got up and locked the office as the nurse got up from his desk and started removing his clothing. When Chris and the nurse were fully naked they gently interrupted the two lovers. They proceeded to bend over the desk and presented their asses. When Jason protested their offer Chris assured him not to worry. They were both on Prep. They were safe from both Jason and Barry's toxic cum. The nurse laughed and said, "Actually I'm not on Prep. I'm chasing. I love this job. I eventually take a high viral load from every guy I inform they have converted to poz. It's always later, not in the office, but what the fuck. Why not? Come on Jason, don't deprive me of your beautiful poison. Give me everything you've got. " Barry said, "You guys are fucking crazy!" "Crazy for a fuck" responded Chris. "Come on old man. Show this hunky nurse your stunning neanderthal body. Get that raw poz dick of your's up my ass. You know how much I love toxic loads planted in me deep. " While quickly slipping out of his clothes Jason took time to kiss Chris before mounting the nurse from behind. He had to encourage Barry to get naked and impail Chris with his poz cock. Soon the two tops were kissing as the two bottoms also made out. It didn't take Jason long to realize he was teetering on the edge. "I'm close, are you sure you don't want me to pull out. " "No fucking way man! Fuckin breed me with your radioactive load. Knock me up ... poz my negative ass man!" Before the nurse was finished speaking Jason was holding still buried as deep as he could get ejaculating copious amounts of his coveted DNA. "Fuck yeah! Thanks man! That's my fourth toxic load in two days. Hopefully I'll be calling in sick with the fuck flu soon. " Barry was not having as much luck getting off in Chris's ass so the nurse got down and licked Barry's hairy balls. When this didn't have the desired effect he leaned back over his desk told Barry how much he loved the feel of a hairy body bent over his back. Barry switched holes and was quickly pounding away. Jason got down and ate out Barry's hole prompting Barry to demand, "Yeah bitch, give me your death stick, breed my hairy ass." Jason needed no more encouragement and Chris's naked cock was in Jason's ass before Jason was able to meet Barry's demand. The beautiful fuck train was in full motion. Chris was the first to unload triggering a rapid group orgasm, back to front." With two fresh poz loads up his ass and his load splattered across his paperwork the nurse told the others, "Get dressed. I've got work to do. Schedule an appointment on your way out for next week. We'll discuss treatment options then if you want. And if I'm still not poz you two can do a repeat performance in my willing ass. Deal?" Jason and Barry eagerly agreed as they hurriedly located their clothes and pulled them on.

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.

The Broken Jock VI: Full-on Stealthing the Center Fielder Ronen said yes to the date! When I reported this to Leon, he smiled, said “That’s my boy,” and gave me $400 for the evening. “I can’t wait to score on that one.” Ronen was our new hot center fielder and the perfect looking college boy jock: young—just turned 19—with muscled arms, thighs and butt; wavy brown hair; bright, almost mesmerizing blue eyes; and a beautiful smile when you got him to laugh. He filled out the crotch of his uniform nicely, too. A bit naive maybe, he sometimes at practice wears only boxers instead of a protective jock and cup, so his cut dick is clearly outlined in the tight polyester pants we wear. The team is gay, so we love it, and we just let him do his thing. That night, we went out to a nice restaurant and held hands at a live concert at the opera house. He told me that he has fucked around before with other college guys, but they’re kinda bad at sex—not knowing how to do it that well. “It’s especially hard to get them to wear condoms. So, it’s frustrating.” “Stick with me, Ronen,” I laughed. “We older guys know what they’re doing.” ______ When we got back to the house, it was just after 11 and storming fiercely. We ran from the Uber to the front door in the rain. Once inside, I turned on a lamp and kissed him, which led to making out as we stood taking off our wet coats. “Come up to my room,” I said and led Ronen by the hand up the stairs. I saw light at the bottom of Leon's closed bedroom door. Electronic music could be heard coming from inside. “Is someone else here?” Ronen asked in a whisper. “Just my roommate. Don’t worry about him.” We walked farther down the hall to my room. When we entered, I saw that Leon had set up the St. Andrew’s cross for Ronen. “What’s that?” my date asked pointing at it. “It’s a St. Andrew’s cross. Wanna get crucified?” I laughed. “It’s for sex. You wanna try it? I think you’ll like what I’d do to you. Strip down.” As Ronen took off his clothes, I went over to the cross to make sure it was angled right for Leon. Then I turned on some trance music and some red lights for the room, which offered a nice BDSM effect with the lightning coming through the rain-covered windows. He still had his boxer briefs on but I told him to come over to the cross. As we kissed he reached inside his briefs and pulled out a condom from a hidden pocket. I smiled and took the rubber and opened the package. Leon will love hearing about this, I thought. “Put it on for me,” I commanded him. Ronen got down on his knees and I gave him back the rubber. He unzipped my designer wool slacks and pushed them down. He then sucked on my cock head through my cotton/lycra briefs. The thin material soaked immediately with both Ronen’s saliva and my poz precum. He should be tasting it, I thought to myself. “Fuck yeah,” he said and tried to get more of my cock into his mouth through the stretchy fabric. It felt amazing and I pushed more precum out for him to feast on. I was rock hard and humping Ronen’s face when he pulled down my briefs and sucked on my raw cock. “Damn you know what you’re doing, dude,” I complimented him. After sucking me for five minutes I told him not to make me cum yet. So, I looked down as my hardon glistened, covered with Ronen’s spit and his blue eye’s looked into mine as he covered my cock with the rubber. “Careful, I’m close!” After he got the condom on me, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up and over to the cross and tied his left wrist to it, above his head. Then I took his right wrist and tied that up on the other side so that his butt was presented to the room. From behind I rubbed my cock up against his hole and kissed and bit his neck. “Yeah, Adam! Fuck me.” “Just a minute. I need some things first.” I backed off and got my good noise-cancelling earphones and let the trance music flow through them and put them on Ronen. “Okaaaaay,” he said. I then pulled down his boxer briefs and made him step out of them. I looked inside and, yes, saw the built-in condom pocket. It had one extra rubber inside that I pulled out and threw on the floor by his feet. He was completely naked now and tied face down on the X cross. I next tied an opaque black blindfold on him and stood behind him and kissed his neck. He could feel my rubbered up cock nudging his perineum and I aimed for his hole, too. I reached over and grabbed the lube shooter syringe that Leon left for me. I wondered what was inside it: the usual store-bought oil-based lube, Leon’s poz cum, or more from Leon’s vial of highly viral poz leather daddy’s thawed-out cum? “Fuck!” I said to myself as I hunkered down to face Ronen’s beautiful jock ass and nudged the syringe up to his tight pink ring. I pushed the lube shooter in slowly as Ronen grunted. “Leon! You can come in now.” I heard my bedroom door immediately unlatch. He must have been waiting at the door. Leon walked in fully naked except for his silver cock ring and his large cock was rock hard and lubed up. “Damn he’s gorgeous!” Leon said. “He can’t hear us, right?” “That’s right. Let’s turn on the regular lights so that I can record this.” I got my phone out and pressed record and walked back to Ronen. “What did you put in the lube shooter?” I asked Leon as I got down to press the contents inside Ronen’s rectum. “Some Crisco. Along with about six loads left over from that prime reserve leather daddy AIDS cum that I used on Von.” Hearing that I pushed the plunger in and watched my cute date’s neg jock hole take in its first poz load from a San Francisco leatherman gifter who sells his sperm to guys like Leon to use as lube. “Fucking A!” Leon celebrated. “Look at that tight jock hole! Let him feel your rubbered up dick one more time before we switch places.” I stood up and pushed my cock once again between Ronen’s legs. He moaned as I kissed his neck. He couldn’t hear anything but the music in the earphones or see that the lights were on. Leon opened some fresh poppers and handed them to me, “Popper him up now.” I couldn’t say anything to him as I reached around to press his nostril closed and held the brown bottle in place under the other nostril, but Ronen seemed to know what to do and inhaled. “I want him to take eight hits!” Leon ordered. I kept at it. I ended up giving Ronen more like 10 after losing count. And Ronen staggered as he stood, dizzy from the fumes. Leon told me to move and I got the phone recording again, now I watched as Leon’s raw cock pressing up against Ronen’s hole and pushing hard to get inside. Ronen cried out but Leon knew he needed to get in while the jock was flying on poppers. He wanted his raw poz cock inside his prize jock now. “This fucker’s tight!” I kept the phone’s camera on the massive poz cock trying to breech Ronen’s tight neg hole. Leon kicked the naked jock’s legs farther apart and brutally pushed up again, this time he busted through. Ronen yelled out in pain. The camera caught Ronen’s pink hole as it squeezed against the invading rod. Leon softly stroked Ronen’s back and let the boy get used to his huge raw cock. After a few minutes, the teen calmed and Leon told me to popper him again. So I put down the phone and doused Ronen’s safe sex boxer briefs in poppers and put them under his nose. Despite the Ronen’s tightness, the slickness of the Crisco and cum helped Leon slide in deeper. “There it goes. No rubbers tonight, boy. Yeah, that's it. I’m going in deep now,” Leon announced. “Damn I think I just hit his second ring. I'm gonna bust that open, too!” Ronan spoke up. “Aw, Adam. Go slow, you’re fucking big, bro!” Leon smiled. “No way! I'm NOT slowing down now! Aw, fuck yeah, Adam! I just took this neg jock's second ring!” Ronen squirmed on Leon’s poz cock grunting and trying to make room for the large invader. “I’m going to fucking charge up this outfielder’s hole tonight! I swear we’re finally going to take this team down one by one. No more cute ball players telling ugly Leon ‘No thanks, I’m not interested.’” Leon began fucking Ronen in earnest now, like he was trying to poz the kid on every stroke. Ronen’s hole was looking bruised and leaking the poz sperm from the leather daddy gifter. Leon’s cock ring pressed his hairless balls against Ronen’s ass as it was filled completely with the giant hard cock of a pervy old man. “Yeah, boy. Take my raw cock up your safe sex butt. I’m going to fucking knock you up, you beautiful college jock! Fuck, that did it! Record how I’m fucking blowing a huge poz load up this sweet neg hole right fucking now! AAAAAAAAAAAgh!!! AAAAAAAAhh!!! Take all my dirty swimmers, boy. Let me have that jock hole for good!! We’ll pass you around at the guild meetings! Make you into a perfect GQ-modeling cumdump.” Leon kept his cock buried deep as he unloaded every drop inside the oblivious Ronen. Then, as he did with Von, he roughly fucked Ronen to embed his seed into the rectal walls. “Gotta fuck that baby batter in! FUCK! Take it boy, let’s get your neg hole all fucked up! AH, yeah, that’s hot! That hole is still tight!” “Well, you’re massive, Leon. It’s going to be tight.” “Oh! Damn.” Leon fucked slowly now. “I gotta have this hole again, Adam!” “Well he’s gonna stay over. Come back at 4 a.m. in the dark.” “Fuck yeah!” Leon pulled out of Ronen and admired the damage he caused to the teen’s hole and the poz semen surrounding it. “You should go now. We’ll sleep. I’ll have him ready for you at 4.” Leon grabbed onto his still hard cock and jacked toward Ronen's butt lewdly. "Fuck that's hot." And left the room. I stood behind Ronen and took off the blind fold and ear phones. I undid the ropes around his wrists. He smiled at me and I kissed him on the mouth deeply as I removed the condom from my still hard dick. "Let's go to bed."

For a couple weeks, Von kept coming back for more money and Leon kept breaking condoms on him and flooding his hole with his viral load, but on the third weekend, Leon changed the terms: only $200 per fuck and it has to be full-on bareback from now on. Von said no to that indecent proposal and Leon didn’t hear from him for four weeks. His girlfriend broke up with him. Von texted Leon that same day. “$500 and I’ll take you bareback.” Leon responded, “Come over tonight and I’ll show you how $200 per fuck adds up to more than that.” Leon put down his phone and said, “Pretty soon, if I get my way, your entire team is going to be swallowing my strain when they suck off their stud bi pitcher.” Leon took a sip of wine and continued talking. “Meanwhile, I’ve noticed a new boy on the team. Center field. He’s cute.” “Ronen. Yeah, He just started at State. He’s from some place in Wisconsin. Appleton, I think. He is really cute.” “I want you to take him out to a show and nice dinner. Like a date. It’s on me, of course. Go see Hamilton while it’s still in San Francisco.” Leon was already plotting how he was going to poz another player on my softball team, and he wanted me to bait the new boy to come over to the house. Ronen’s 18 or 19, brown wavy hair with blue eyes. He’s got a nice body, too. Arms and thighs of a soccer phenom, and a bubble butt that gets noticed in San Francisco. We’ve had a few flirty moments. Being new and not yet knowing a lot of people, he’d probably be glad to go out for some fun. “Okay,” I replied. “We have practice tomorrow. I’ll ask him.” “Good. Ronen’s not on the score card yet and I bet he’s got a real tight neg hole to offer the guild. We just need to make sure he thinks you’re a top and into blindfolding your bottoms.” Leon finished eating his steak and began texting again. “I’m inviting some of the guild over tonight to bareback Von, do you want to join us?” “Uh, I’d like to watch. If that’s okay.” “Of course it is.” _______ When I walked into Leon’s bedroom later that night, Von was naked, blindfolded and bent over the bed with John sitting on the floor sucking and milking on our stud bi pitcher’s massive cock that the whole team—even the coach—knew leaked sweet precum protein shakes continuously. On Von’s ass, Poz9In was roughly pistoning his raw poz cock in and out of Von’s hole from behind. No condoms this time, broken or otherwise. I remembered how Poz9In scored his poz load in my hole in that motel room months back. It’s now recorded in the guild’s score book. “You’re just in time, Adam,” Leon said to me as he held poppers to Von’s nose. “Inhale it deep, Von.” He continued to popper up Von in each nostril for several minutes as Poz9In fucked in and out. Poz9In started shouting, “Fuck man! I’m fucking loading him up now. Take it, Von. Take my poz load up that beautiful bi ass.” He stopped in an orgasmic spasm for a few seconds before slamming his cock deep into Von. “Fuck!” Von grimaced and moaned almost crying out, “Shit! Fuck!” John continued to suck him off trying to, with help from the poppers, distract Von from his viral invasion from behind. John lifted his head off Von’s cock just long enough to announce to room that Von just loaded his mouth with a big wad of precum. “Yeah, he fucking wants this.” Clyde tapped Poz9In’s shoulder to let him have a go at the young pitcher’s hole. When Poz9In pulled out, poz cum dripped from Von’s hole for only a second before Clyde was balls deep inside him. Clyde fucked the cummy hole hard. Even though Leon has recorded his score on charging Von’s hole by stealthing him with a broken condom, Clyde—I’m sure—wanted to his strain of HIV to run in Von’s veins. With his massive cut cock, he used his mushroom cockhead to shovel Poz9In’s cum out of the pitcher’s rectum to make room for his viral load to take hold of Von. We watched as Poz9In’s cum ran down the pitcher’s hairy thighs as Clyde longdicked him, pulling all the way out, letting precious white viral sperm exit the reddened hole before Clyde pushed his poz schlong back inside. When Clyde came he pushed all the way up inside Von’s rectum, and that’s when Von came, too. Both men were shouting in orgasmic throes. I could even see John swallowing Von’s load, but Clyde made sure his poz seed was shot deep inside Von’s butt. John got up from the floor and jacked his hard cock for Von’s hole. I don’t think Clyde minded because John carried his HIV strain. “Fucking load him up, John,” Clyde said as he dislodged from the now frothy hole. Von probably didn’t know that the men fucking his young hole were in their mid to upper 60s and all high viral poz, but Leon told Von he would get $200 a fuck—but no condoms were allowed. And here Von was, single for only a matter of hours and taking raw cock and poz loads up his butt. John slid into Von’s wet, cummy hole and moaned. “It’s so fucking warm in this sweet hole.” John often changed angles to fuck his husband’s poz seed into Von’s rectal walls as was his sub duty for Clyde. John came shortly after two minutes of that, loading the bi pitcher up with another poz load. After that, the men dispersed at Leon’s request. When they were gone, Leon took off Von’s blindfold and asked him to stay the night, if he’d like to make some more cash. Leon told me later that he succeeded in lubing Von’s hole with a vial of 12 thawed loads from a poz leather daddy before he fucked him three times in the night. Von knew the deal, but seemed in denial about the fact that in the morning, he was leaving Leon’s house with $1,200 and a butthole loaded entirely with poz sperm. The team had a game the following weekend, but the coach was pissed when we had to forfeit due to illness.

Eric was good looking, and he knew it. He had an average build, but it was all about the face. And Eric had the face of a model: Smooth thick black hair cut short, blazing blue eyes and thick lips. He was shorter than most guys and pretty lean, always running and watching what he ate. He also had a perfectly pert, tight boy ass. Eric liked to party. Hard. His drug of choice was cocaine. He didn't have a job that could support that habit though, so he tended to leech off of his friends at the clubs. At 19,he was too young to drink but he was expert at teasing drugs and money out of older men. But like he told me, he liked to go out, not put out. He didn't care for older men sexually, but he had to tease them to get his fix. Bill was his main target. At 57, Bill could have been Eric's dad, and he had a thing for young guys. He liked that Erica dressed and acted kind of trashy, since he didn't come from any money. Eric also had a couple of tattoos including a playboy bunny that you could see the tip of snaking out of his underwear when he danced shirtless, which he did every night. That drove Bill wild. Bill had been the one to introduce me to the scene years ago, when I was about Eric's age. The first time I met him he was celebrating his 50th birthday at a gay club, and had invited me over for shots. I was young thin and blond, and those things drove him wild. After an hour of drinking and dancing he cornered me into a stall and offered me some T, which I'd never tried. After doing the bump he kissed me and started rubbing his muscular body against mine while I smiled, drunk and high. I giggled a bit, and he softly kissed and bit at my neck. "It's my birthday," he reminded me, his hands exploring just beneath my shirt. "Did you get me a present?" I laughed, feeling nervous. He smiled at me. "Feeling good?" I was so I nodded. He was making me feel a little uncomfortable. I didn't like making out with an older man in a dingy stall at a nightclub. I wanted to make out but I didn't want my friends to know I was with an older guy. And they might hear. Us, especially my moans. The next thing I remember is making my way to the club's dark backroom. Once in the dark, I could hear moaning and the unmistakable crude slapping sounds of male flesh. Bill pulled me against himself, kissing me and forcefully pressing my shoulders until my face pressed against the bulge of his jeans. "It's my birthday," he reminded me as his hands fumbled with the zipper. " Make daddy feel good for his birthday. " My mouth was suddenly full of cock, and I struggled to move my head away but his hands firmly held my head pressed against him. I gave in and started slurping and sucking with my mouth and tongue. I was dizzy at this point and even though.I was gagging his cock felt right, like I'd opened a door with a missing key. Bill came quickly that night, forcing a huge load down my throat. After I'd swallowed he wiped his slimy, veiny cock against my face and left a slick cum and spit mix in my now disheveled hair. "Good boy." Embarrassed, after we left the backroom I washed up in the dingy toilet. I looked like a mess from gagging and tearing up when he was shoving his dick down my throat. When I came back out, the friend I came with, another young guy named Mikey, rushed over. " Bill invited us to his after party," he told me. I looked back over to the bar where Bill's friends were taking care of the tab. Bill had come to the bar with a married couple and another friend. I didn't even remember their names from earlier but they were all older,late forties and early fifties. The couple , Steve and Jerome, insisted on driving us while Bill and his other friend, Tom, drove in another car. Steve was dressed kind of like a cowboy, and was overweight with grey hair and a full beard and mustache. I rode in the back with Jerome, who was black and had a more muscular build, bald with a silver goatee. Mikey sat in the front picking music while I sipped on one of the two gatorades they'd given us and Jerome gently stroked my back. He smiled at me. " You having a good night? " The truth was I was still buzzed and getting hornier. Usually when I sucked someone off they helped me cum after, but Bill hadn't shown any interest. Jerome's hands slipped from my shoulders down to my lap, and he gripped my hard on through my jeans. " Feels like you're ready to parter!" he said laughing. " How much you have to drink tonight boy?" " Just a couple of shots," I said. But I was really feeling it now, in fact I was feeling tired. I closed my eyes and everything went black. I don't remember everything that happened next. I woke up on a mattress in a dark basement with red lighting, to moans that sounded like they were coming from nearby. Immediately I felt different and put my hand to my neck where a collar had been fastened and I was chained to the wall, still dazed and high. The moans were getting louder, and as my eyes adjusted I finally saw why. Steve, Jerome and Bill were watching as Mikey was spread out on another mattress, his arms tied to his legs, blindfolded and getting his dick sucked by Tom. Tom was the oldest looking there, with salt and pepper silver hair and a face worn with wrinkles and sunken skin. He was gripping a thick six inch cock, and his mouth was engulfing Mikey's boyish cock. He started licking his way down, moving his tongue closer and closer to Miley's hole. Bill was smiling down at him. " How do you feel boy?" " Good, I feel g-g-good " Mikey said,stuttering as Tom's tongue circled closer and closer to its target. The other men laughed and Jerome nodded towards me. " The other bitch is up." Bill walked over and leaned down, rubbing his clothed cock. " Hey princess," he said, unzipping. " You ready to finish the job you started earlier? " Mikey moaned louder and squealed as Tom plunged his tongue inside his young furry ass. Bill pressed his growing cock against me as Jerome and Steve started taking off their clothes. The night was just getting started....

Somthing about a man holding my head fucking my wet mouth with his meat makes me extremely horny. Especially when they treat me like a sleeve n stop caring I'm there. Almost passed out few times. Ultimate it's something about when the cum explodes in my mouth/throat n keeps plusing while I'm forced to savor n swallow

Threesomes are hot. I'll breed one husband and kiss the other at the same time.

@EnglishBottom, you really need to get on PrEP if you are wanting to stay negative. Guys who think they are Negative are the greatest danger; they can be mistaken. Yes, I think people will enjoy hearing about your other threesomes. Hot story, @PigBoyDallas! My late husband and I opened up our relationship after 6 years. You do have to be careful about making sure your partner feels engaged and appreciated, but that's just a matter of paying attention most of the time. He occasionally wanted to fuck another guy, but mostly he wanted to watch me take loads. I would wake up on weekend mornings to find he lad been on apps and sites lining up tops to fuck me for the rest of the day. He liked to fuck my ass once it was really sloppy. We found that he had more success approaching other tops to fuck me than me looking. His cock was just a little smaller than EnglishBottom's husband's (That's his dick I am sucking in my avatar). You do get a little spoiled when you have regular access to a nice big one. We only rarely found guys with his size or bigger; he liked having the biggest dick in the room 🙂,

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 2 – Jeremy and Ben “Holy shit! They really did a number on you! Don’t cringe, I won’t hurt you. I only slipped 4 fingers in your hole. Still hot and creamy! and still tighter than your girlfriend twat upstairs. Here, taste it! Go on, clean them all. Good girl. I see Carlos gave you a tongue-piercing… I must say he doesn’t have much practice with it. The last few guys ended up with a permanent lisp… not that it really matters… it would just look normal on a faggot like you… but it looks like he got it right this time. Your pretty also. I understand why Dimitri cornered you at the bar. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no homo like you, but if it was the case, I would certainly had gone the extra mile to bring you in my bed.” “Ignore my hardon. I took two man’s pills earlier to put me back in business. I was planning to pork the slut another time. Because she’s so out of it now, I can barely maintain an erection, thus the pills. Well, at first and the following 3-4 times I alternated fucking her cunt and her shitter, she fighted with beak and nails. Then, the lazy slut went totally catatonic… well that was before Dimitri and Carlos showed up and crawled next to her in my bed… Dimitri has this special way to get the best of any slut or faggot like you… even when you feel you are on the road of your death… he always find a way to bring you back to life! Fuck, he is the greatest! Then Carlos felt asleep while Dimitri was training your girl to deepthroat him. So, I invited myself here to crash and get some sleep.” “You have a nasty black-eye. Somehow you must have displeased the guys, because most of the time, they are nice and gentle fellows. Hold still, let me pull your eyelid up… easy boy… just up a little more… Mmmh… really nasty... it already turned into a dark purple color. Lucky for me, there are no permanent damage! I'm way too much tired to attend some faggot wounds. You should be okay after a month or so. Humm… what is this? Contact lens? You lazy fuck! You, faggot whore, got too excited by the prospect of a fuck that you forget the basics of hygiene… This one is torn. Lets see if I can removed it. First, we should clean your eye from the dry cum. Yuck... is this your boxer?” “…issss! ……iisss! …urnnn” “What did you say? Oh! Piss! It burns! How the fuck should I know that you pissed your underwear like an old incontinent fart! Of course, it burns idiot! Anyway, your eye is still too dry, the lens won’t budge. Don’t move… Sorry! I was trying to spit in your eye and I completely missed my target. Bullseye! I got it right this time. Oh fuck! Now, it’s too wet! I can’t grab it with my fingers. Hold on, there is a plier here. Don’t be so frantic! This won’t work if you don’t stop trashing around like this. Turn on your side and lift your leg a little, there, yes like that… Fuck! I liked how my 7-inch cock wormed its way in your cum-lubricated hole. Tight and warm… Such a good faggot… Much better, you can’t move freely as before… if you do, then you will have to fuck yourself on my dick… well… you would probably like that… but don’t get any idea… I don’t fuck faggot… Now, ignore my cock up your ass… ignore the plier…” “We should really clean you up. While I was removing the lens, I got to look you up closely, and you do have pretty girlie face… No one ever made you the compliment? It’s true, with a face like this and your well-toned body, it wouldn’t take much hormonal therapy to get you a nice pair of tits… I bet your girl would be jealous… I might suggest it to Dimitri… Anyway, up to the shower… Ah! yes, your hands… I am not sure it would be a good idea to remove the tie wraps… Dimitri must have good reasons… Come on, up! Holly shit! This is really what we call having “wobbly legs”! Hurry up! I want to get some sleep before soon. Do you need to shit? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Okay sit and do your business, I will shower first. You pervert! Are you ogling my junk? For fuck sake! What now? Is that tears? I don't know you well faggot, but it didn't occurred to your goddamn sissy brain to shed a tear or two while I was removing your lens? Maybe you like straight guy to spit on your face... Open your mouth... there... don't swallow yet... savour it! Hey, I am not mad if you [banned word] on me… to each his own fantasies…” “ass… urgt…” What? "AAASS… URGT…” “Don't raise your voice on me, twisted fuck! Your ass hurts? Of course, it hurts, you dumb fuck, you got fucked by Carlos’ lethal weapon! Why are you showing me your ass?” “…on …nin… …on …nin… …urgt” “You know, you are a fucking high-maintenance faggot… lucky for you that I am such a nice guy… let me see… what the fuck… what do you have in there? Push… Harder! Don’t be a wuss… Push harder! A doorknob!? Why the fuck did you stick a doorknob up your ass?” “…owt …eee, …owt …eee” “Not you, Unnhh! Dimitri? Of course, it was Dimitri. Who knows what he can dish out to amuse himself! Was it before or after Charles fucked you? In between fucks… the guys are incorrigible! It must have been an amazing experience for you, although a faggot like you might have done it a numerous of time before, anyway… with Charles’ pierced nine-inch cock pushing relentlessly the knob deeper and deeper… your pussy muscles must have worked overtime and give the guy a really good fuck. I wished I would have been here to see it! Maybe I can put it back with my cock after your shower… Whoa! Whoa! No need to protest like this… I know it would never be same as with Charles… Your guts might be stretched like crazy, ready to be fisted! Anything else in there? No? Sure?” “You are not going to act crazy on me if I untied your hands, right? Hmmm… you look like a desperate guy… and desperate guy has normally nothing to lose… so I am doing you a favor… Your arms feel better already? Yes? Good. Your fingers? What about them? You need to understand me… I am still not sure if I can totally trust you… so I decided to brake some fingers of yours as an insurance… you know… I untied your hands, I broke fingers, it’s a given-given…” “Ok then, up in the shower with me… while you rinse, I will remove the safety pins from you lips and nads… as well as the needles from your tits… Huh? What have you buried in your piss slit? How come you don’t know? Dimitri must have put it in one of your “passed out” episodes, I guess… It looks like a wooden chopstick. Does it hurts when I pull like this? It’s stuck, go figure… If you try to piss? No piss… Jerk yourself a little to see if it comes out… For chrissake… jerk like you mean it… we need to lube the stick and your piss tube one way or another to get it out… I have another idea… Turn around facing the shower, it will wash all the blood droplets… Bend over a little, forget the pain and put your hands against the wall in front of you, I’m still hard from the pills… I admit it, a bad move from my part… but I’m really hard and since you can’t jerk, I will fuck you until you cum… and it’s your own fault if you have such a beautiful ass. Aaahh! I like to go full-deep on the first plunge… If you give me a really, really good fuck, faggot, it can be over in no time. So start, tighten this ass…” I fucked his ass for twenty-five minutes straight, leaving Ben with no reprieve. He went through various stages of agony before he reached a painful orgasm. A lot of cum dripped around the chopstick. What was even more fascinating is the chopstick did indeed slip out from his cock, at least enough for me to grip it and in one merciless hard move, pull it out. The faggot shrieked like a pig at the slaughterhouse. The chopstick showed a lot of tiny bloody splinters… cheap bamboo stick…” “You look exhausted like you did all the fucking... I am not sure you can walk back to the living room… I don’t want you to fall and hurt yourself… crawl on all four instead… it will give you a chance to stretch your arms… I already told you, I can’t do anything about your fingers… hop, hop, hop… to the couch! What? You didn’t think I would let you sleep in your piss-soaked mattress after I worked hard to clean you up? Nope… on the couch with me… after all I need to keep an eye on you. You might make a run for the door, who knows… Yes, it is going to be a little tight with the two of us. Now… get closer… I will cuddle you… push your hips down… perfect, now don't pull away... I’ll stick my hardon in you. Oh so good! Stop complaining… You had your fun in the shower and get to nut your load… well… my turn. Pull the blanket and fuck yourself while I take a nap… And don’t stop until I paint your guts with my load… and one more thing don’t try any of your homo stuff on me… or else…!”

back to my old habits lol - so there is this married guy i know from the gym ( esp the showers and gym sauna) who over the last two years have occasionally played in sauna or showers with j/o or oral ( mostly him sucking me) He never seemed to want to venture out of the gym as I guess he felt it was his quick way of getting off / his comfort zone. He's an in shape stocky dad , with a hairless small dick and dad type muscular body With covid this gym has shut down both showers and sauna, and it was only last week i saw him there for the first time in months.. and easily coaxed him over my house for a fuck ( our first time fucking, and according to him only the 2nd time in his life... he was a natural. Dumped a load in his ass and he never blinked. Talked about going to the xxx theater ( he has heard many stories from me about my adventures) and today he contacted me to tell me he was working up that way, and that instead of going to the gym after work, would i meet him up there. So we met up there and I fucked him while a couple of guys watched. Had him sucking on one guy as I fucked him. Then before i shot a load, i had him suck me as i watched the other guy fuck him. He blasted a nut in his ass and tho i wanted to cum in his hole too, the excitement of seeing him bred by this older black guy made me shoot a load down his throat. We couldn''t stay long, but had a quick fun time while there.

After dinner the evening of their diagnosis Barry declared, "Forget cleanup and forget the hot tub tonight. Jason I need another of your payloads right now and Chris you need to use his highly toxic cum as lube. I need to ride and sample your beautiful cock for a change. Jason your toxic cum makes my ass fucking horny for some inexplicable reason. " Since Jason and Chris were always naked whenever they were home their growing hardons were impossible to hide. Not that they would do so from Barry's eyes. Jason had Barry's shorts around his knees and bent over the table in no time. He didn't waist a second in mounting Barry's hairy ass bareback and shooting a second toxic load to join the first from earlier at the clinic. Chris was quick to slide in when Jason pulled out; but, gave Barry a much longer ride on his naked turgid cock. They fucked in every position imaginable for two straight hours. Chris unloaded in Barry's ass as Jason pumped his highly valued toxic deposit into Chris's. They showered together before climbing into the hot tub with beers. Barry spoke first, "Fuck I can't believe how much I love your poz cock and cum Jason. I knew I loved bareback sex with you; but, this takes it to a whole new level." Jason, "I can't describe the high I felt pozing that nurse. I gotta get me more negative asses before I start meds. That's for sure!" Chris, "I told you guys how much I love taking charged loads. Now you know why I took Jason's fuck flu so lightly. I knew once you guys adjusted you would also be poz cum junkies. Welcome to the club." Barry queried. "Seriously Jason? You really want to infect other guys?" "Fuck yeah! Don't you?" "No! No I don't." spluttered Barry. "It's bad enough infecting my lover. " Enthusiastic Chris, "We should go to the bathhouse tomorrow guys. Let's celebrate your conversions. Jason, you might find a negative ass or three to knock up. Barry, I'm sure we can get that hairy bubble butt of your's loaded up. Enough cum in you, you can be sure of one or two were poz and toxic." "I don't know...."Barry tried to say. "Well I do." said Jason. "We're going. I am going to watch guys fuck and breed you Barry." And it was settled. They rented a big room with king size bed and sling.They never closed the door and other than Chris rarely left the room. Their antics, which included many guests, attracted an enthusiastic crowd. Barry had fortified his nerves with half a bottle of Jack Daniel's. He required both Jason and Chris's shoulders to manoeuvred through the bathhouse halls to their room. Without frequent customer Chris's encouragement the staff never would have let Barry in. In this drunken state and primed with poppers Barry spent most of his night in the sling taking a dozen loads between ass and mouth. Every trip away from the room Chris collected at least one more load up his eager bum. Preferably done in a public setting. This over and above the eight or so loads delivered during his time with his two cohorts in their room. Jason fucked any and every hole offered. As usual in bathhouses no questions were asked before he started . He was able to shoot off five loads into five different guys. With each he whispered his status news at the moment he ejaculated his poison. Each response brought him a unique pleasure. Three were shocked. One said nothing but had a look of utter tearor on his face. One proclaiming, "No I haven't started Prep yet. I plan to start it soon. FUCK, fuck you. " And the third, "Why didn't you tell me before we started? You should have you selfish fuckin ass hole!" He just thought, 'It was their responsibility to ask me rather than just blindly offer their vulnerable ass.' One guy was quite okay responding, "Yup, I'm undetectable. Fill me up. I think it's so fuckin hot. Thanks for telling me. " And the fifth was over the moon, "You're shitting me! You're really a toxic poz pig? Fuckin A man. I've been looking to get knocked up for three months. I hope your poison cum takes hold. Thanks. Thanks so much!" Most of the night all three asses were being pounded at the same time. Despite Jason's high drive to share his toxic seed, he was often taking loads as fast or faster than he planted them. The four of the five times he bred guys his ass convulsions brought off the guy deep in his ass. All three were too high, drunk and exhausted to drive home so they order an Uber. Chris's sex radar when ballistic the moment the driver pulled up. They drove two blocks and Chris stopped the driver so he could talk to a couple of male hustlers working the corner. He motioned for the three from the car to join the hustlers and him in an alley. Only the Uber driver got out of the car so Chris received three more loads to his already flooded hole.

I found this the other day. I thought some of you might enjoy it. [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/horny-for-master-faggot-hypnosis/

Andrew felt dizzy as he exhaled, his uncles lips leaving his. He knew it was wrong, they were related, it was incest. But his head couldn't wrap around why, suddenly he felt it, a hornyness coming from deep inside him. Sat in his Uncles lap, he looked into his eyes and again kissed him. Dom's tongue battled against him, Andrew's body was on fire, all he knew was that he needed to kiss him. He needed to kiss his uncle, badly. Grinding his pert ass into his uncles thick pierced cock, feeling as it left streakes of precum all over his lower back and his jeans. He felt his Uncle bite down on his lip, he whimpered. Andrew needed this, he needed the love of his older Alpha Uncle to tame his inner fag. He felt his Uncles rough hands, reach around him, feeling them pull at the hem of his shirt. Pulling off his shirt, Andrew broke the kiss, glancing around the room as he now saw several alpha men, now all idly playing with their cocks watching his Uncle accost him. The horniness crashed into him like a wave, knowing that all these men were watching him get fondled like a cheap whole. He turned back to his Uncle, and kissed him hard, he knew he needed to show all the men in the room what a fag he was. Turning around in his Uncles lap, Andrew now faced Dom. Doms hands grasped his ass cheeks, groping them and playing with his jeans exposing Andrews ass to the whole room. "Now now Dom, Father will be first to fuck the little fags cunt. We just need to get him nice and twisted" A hand traced up the small of Andrews back, Poz Pig was stood behind him. Resting a hand on his on his shoulder, Andrew broke the kiss with his Uncle, just as Poz Pig, his thick hanging cock visibly leaking precum onto the floor, picked up the pipe again. "Suck on Daddies Poz Glass cock" He said, holding out the pipe. Andrews lips wrapped round the pipe, he had never dreamed of trying Tina for the first time today, let alone whilst committing incest. He too a deep drag, just as he began to relax, Poz Pigs' hand quickly covered his nose and mouth. "Keep it in fag, we guna get you nice and twisted for Father, your conversion is guna be sweet!" Andrews lungs cried out, and wave after wave of high crashed over him. When finally he was able to exhale, Poz Pig had him drag from the pipe again, he was helpless. A smile was spreading across his chemed up face, and Andrew felt warm all over. His cunt was grinding into his uncles hands as he collapsed onto Doms chest, he was fucked. "The boys good and messed up now, can't believe you got him to come" A voice sounded off in the distance. "Yeah the little fags been practically eye fucking me for a year, ever since his boy pussy turned 18 I've been dreaming of this day" Dom replied. Andrew held on tightly as his Uncle picked him up, carrying him in his arms his body felt relaxed. Looking around he could see he had the attention of all the men in the old church hall. He stared at all of the cocks he went past, some guys were sucking each other off, passing pipes between them. But the focus was on him. "Please fuck me!" Andrew blurted out, he couldn't help it. His hole was on fire, and he was desperate for anyone to fill it, he knew what it meant. He knew that if anyone fucked him in that room, he would be knocked up, permanently. He didn't care, he just wanted a load, any load. Especially his uncles load, Andrew desperately wanted his Uncles dirty poz load. "Shh boy... Uncle Dom's guna give you his strain soon boy, just gotta wait for Father first" Dom spoke softly, barely whispering. He lay Andrew down on a dirty mattress on the dias, and ran his hands down to Andrews jeans. Rip! The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Uncle Dom ripped off Andrews jeans and underwear, leaving him naked and exposed on the mattress. Andrew gazed down on his body, his cock was tiny, shriveled. Though he was horny as fuck, there was no way he was guna be fucking anyone. That was the point, Andrew knew that his place as a fag was to take every load he could. Uncle Dom stepped away and Andrew turned his head to approaching footsteps. Father had arrived.

Me, too.! Memorial Weekend was always problematical.

Hi everyone, quick update. I'm still writing the next few parts but it won't be out for a while. Earlier this month, I lost my best friend to depression. He had struggled for a while and it finally took him. It's a difficult time for me to process all of this and come to terms with it. Even more so when the story I am writing involves a deadly disease. Just wanted to say that if you're someone who is struggling too, you can leave me a message to talk about it. I am not a therapist but I have been told I'm a good listener. Thanks for understanding and being an awesome community.

Very into chastity here also. Nothing makes me feel more like the slut I need to be than having my cock locked and being bred. Reminds me that I only exist to please real men.

I live in germany and I always wanted to go! But to be honest, I was always a bit too scared to go there on my own. And when I finally made the decision to do it, the pandemic happened. I know some guys who went there as Tops (I think it's called Stallions there) and they had the best time. I'm kind of jealous and want to attend as a Mare with a red hood (bareback). Can't wait until it opens again!

Part 3 I woke up late the next morning, on account of having slept late. Mostly because of the thought of my dad and brother fucking and having a weird master-slave relationship, kept racing through my head till the wee hours of the morning. On the bright side, I knew dad and Sam would be out for work by now, so I had the house to myself. I didn't have it in me to talk face to face with either just yet without picturing them in their gear from the night before or confronting them about what was going on. Relaxed and showered, I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and was surprised to see dad at the dining table. He was sipping coffee while reading the paper, and my sudden intrusion to the room made him look up. On seeing me, his face broke into a kind smile. "Morning kiddo, sleep well?" "Morning dad, yeah I slept great." Dad continued looking at me with a weird look, somewhere between deep introspection and smirk. before going back to his paper. I grabbed a bowl and some cereals and joined him at the table. There was no small talk made, which was absolutely perfect. I wolfed down my breakfast while dad ignored me. I was almost done eating when, "So Joe, enjoyed the show last night?" My heart stopped for a moment and my throat clamped up. He knew that I knew. "I, umm, ..." "It's okay son, one of these days you'd have found out. Sam and I ain't the quiet type," Dad said with a smile. His casual demeanor was throwing me for a toss because on the other side of the table, I was sitting nervous and a little terrified at the same time. "What's going on in your head boy?" This was my chance to understand whatever was going on. "How did this start dad? You and Sam?" "All right kid, that's a long story." Baxter My marriage had been a sham and when my wife left, it was the best day of my life. I was gay, knew it when I was 13 years old, but in a small town being gay back then was not an option. After she left, the next few years was my work and the boys, with nothing much in between. It wasn't until the boys were 7 and 5, that I had a chance to get my pecker inside a stranger's ass and after that day, I truly enjoyed my single-hood. 5 years ago Joe left the day after Christmas. I would have liked for him to stay till new year's but the boy was hell-bent on going back and I didn't want to stop him. He'd found his passion at work and after the way I had been with him when he was a kid, I didn't blame his attitude. I just wished we could be closer. For now, I had been saving my load for the last week. My regular fuck buddy was busy with his family and none of my other associates were available. It meant that I had to take a trip to the creek to get some action. The creek is a patch of land near the creek flowing in the outskirts of town. Located about half a mile from the road, a person had to hike through a forest to get to the place. The remoteness of this place had caused it to become a popular cruising spot in the county. You were bound to find someone here, to get your rocks off and very rarely was it completely empty. When I made my way to the creek, I saw from a distance a pretty hot scene ahead. 2 big burly guys were spit-roasting a well-built young guy between them. The guy fucking his mouth had his palms on either side of the bottom's face so I couldn't see who it was. But it was clear that the bottom was having a blast. He was moaning like a whore, pushing his ass against the cock fucking him while he sucked hungrily the cock down his throat. I made my way to them, and when I was at a close distance, whipped out my cock and started to jack off. The top guys saw me and nodded in approval, as they continued violating the boy between them. I was stroking my 9-inch beer can thick cock, enjoying the show in front of me and hoping to get a piece of ass or throat myself. The bear fucking his throat started to grunt and took his hands off the bottom's face, to tweak his nipples. And as hot as the scene would have been, every arousal I had drained from my cock on seeing who the bottom was. My son Sam was letting two burly men fuck him like a cheap whore, his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned. My son, my flesh and blood, was queer like his dad. I had assumed he was straight as an arrow, but to see him being a pig for cock was a shock. It was also arousing. Sam is a muscular boy. Years of sports and football had given him a nice muscular body with a big bubble butt. The kind of ass you want to lick, finger and breed, until it's gaping and leaking hot man juice. Standing there, watching my first born get pounded by two men was starting to arouse me. He was an adult, he had made his choices and I was happy for him. I was also horny for him and it was scaring me. I wanted to shove my cock up his hole, I wanted to pound his boy pussy until he was screaming my name. I needed to show him who daddy was. As the men started ejaculating inside my boy, I was focused on my boy. My penis was justifying the reasons why I should fuck Sam while my mind was trying to make me see reason. In between, the 2 guys dislodged from Sam and left us alone in the creek. Sam collapsed on the ground, his ass puffy and leaking cum as he relaxed under the evening sun. My penis made my choice for me as I slowly made my way towards him. When I was behind him, I took my pants off, spit in my finger and rubbed it on my cock. Next, I laid on top of Sam with my cock wedged between his ass cheeks. He was spent so he hadn't realized there was someone else behind him. When he felt my weight on his back, he simply arched his hips upward to give me access to his used hole. Not one to pass on the opportunity, I rubbed my head on his pussy lips before pushing inside him. His hole was slick with cum and slippery like Velcro. I had fucked many asses before but nothing and no one had felt like this. Maybe it was the [banned word] of it all, but the more I fucked him, the more I wanted it to never stop. I hadn't spoken a word and Sam was still on the ground, moaning and groaning to my thrusts. I was afraid of his reaction to finding out who was fucking his ass, but as hot as it was for me, I needed him to know who was creaming him. So, I collapsed on top of him and put my face next to his. I stuck my tongue in his ear, lapping up on the sweat and pheromones, blowing hot air on his scalp. His groans became audibly louder, and he started to push back against my cock, trying to push me deeper inside him. "How do you like your dad's cock Sam?", I whispered between thrusts. His body froze and tensed upon hearing that. He turned his head towards mine, only to see my very red, sweaty and grinning face. I felt his hesitation on his hole, as it contracted and started pushing me out. I quickly thrust into him harder, preventing his ass from closing up. The strength of my thrust made Sam moan and I felt his ass relax for a moment. Taking that as a cue, I started to rabbit fuck him hard and despite his initial resistance, Sam started to getting into the groove of it. I slowly pulled out of him, before pulling his ass up until he was on all 4s, before starting to fuck him again. The next few minutes, I fucked him with unparalleled energy. If my son was a cock slut, I'd make sure he never had to head out of home to get all the cocks he wanted. This was my moment of proving, and god damn was I proving my power to him. By now, Sam was loudly moaning and asking me to fuck him more. Between calling me dad and daddy, my boy really gave up his hole to my cock. And as I started to ejaculate in his hole, his cock burst in orgasm and coated the ground below with his boy juice. When we were done, I collapsed on the ground with Sam next to me. We stayed silent for the next few minutes, catching our breath and processing everything that had happened. When I saw Sam, I didn't feel guilt. I felt a kinship with my boy and something deeper that I had never experienced. And based on the way he was looking at me, he was going through something similar. That was the beginning of it all. - Joe When dad finished, to say I was shocked would be an understatement. My dad was so casual about the whole thing, like it was no big deal. "I wanna know what you're thinking kiddo." "Dad, this is a lot. You and Sam are fucking around, I mean, that's insane dad" "We aren't just fucking around Joe. I love your brother and he loves me." Now this was just crazier to me. I wanted to understand but I was having a hard time coping with everything. I slowly stood up and cleaned out my dishes. I was at the sink cleaning the dishes when dad came in to the kitchen. My back was to him, so I was surprised when I felt his presence right behind me. Before I could react, he pushed against me gently, locking me in place between the sink and him. His strong clothed frontal was against my back, and I felt the heat radiating from him and entering me. His scent was strong, a masculine smell that would make a cock pop out. "You don't have to act around me son. I know you were turned on." I started to stutter a response when his hand found its way to my crotch. I was going commando so his strong palm scraped against the thin lining of my shorts and scratched against my cock and balls. He gently squeezed my cock and balls, making me slightly groan. "Your cock's leaking boy, my palms getting wet with your pre juice," dad whispered ever so slightly, his masculinity commanding the situation. I was shocked and aroused, causing me to freeze in place as he continued squeezing. This was wrong, so wrong and I needed to get out. At the same time, I was so aroused and turned on. Dad stopped squeezing my crotch and flipped me around. I was now face to face when I saw him lifting the palm that had been on my crotch to his face. He sniffed it for a moment before licking his fingers that had a little bit of my pre-cum. "Mm, love neg pre cum. So innocent." Dad muttered to himself. What did he mean by neg pre-cum? I had so many questions....

If I don't kiss you...how are you going to taste the load I just dumped in your ass?

Great start. Reminds me of my poz house boy. He was lazy but awesome cumdump..

It is so hard to know. When I am at a leather weekend or go the piss party in Chicago or head to Toronto for Fukdto, I fuck a ton of guys. Sometimes it can be 20 to 25 different men and sometimes it's more like 12 to 15--as I keep fucking the best 6 or 7 more than once over the four or five hours I'm at the event. I can fuck forever. And the length of play makes for a massive load when I finally decide who is going to get it.

Interesting topic, @holefucker. We usually hear about this kind of thing from the bottom’s perspective, ie: how many loads have you taken in one session, etc. It seems to me that you are a bit of an exception. In my experience, when presented with a row of willing arses, most tops don’t move from one to the next in the way you describe, which surprised me when I first started frequenting cruise clubs, etc. Most seem to pick one, seemingly at random, and stick with it for the duration. It’s rare that they move down the line, trying each one in turn. And then other tops will gather round the one getting fucked, and wait for their own opportunity to fuck it, often complete ignoring perfectly acceptable arses on either side. From a bottom’s point of view, this is obviously great if you are the ‘chosen one’, but baffling if you are one of the ones on either side. Age, looks, etc. rarely seem to have much to do with it. A long time ago I came to the conclusion that from a top’s point of view, the hottest arse in the room is the one some other guy is fucking.

8. Clouds Roll In The next morning, James was woken by his phone buzzing. It was Tim. "We're starting around 7:00PM. Just bring yourself tonight." He followed up by an address. James roused himself from bed, and went to the gym. He took a quick detour to a nearby drug store to pick up the prescription that Tiago had called in the night before. He took one of the oblong blue pills right before his work out. He wondered if it had any effect on the workout, because it was a really good one. He had never felt quite so strong or invulnerable, and for the entire ninety minutes, he was able to push himself harder than ever before. Afterwards, he took a shower, and went back to his studio. Luckily, the superintendent was no where to be seen. His throat was still a bit sore from what had happened with Josh and Tiago the previous day, and James knew the super would notice how hoarse he was. He spent the afternoon reading, before getting ready for Tim's party. James wondered if he'd be able to play around with Tim afterwards. Or maybe it was one of those parties where they would be naked within minutes of walking in the door. But that was porn, not real life. Nevertheless, he cleaned himself carefully. Tim lived far enough away that James took an Uber there. He was conscious of the expense; next time, he promised himself, he would walk there. Or maybe bike. Even arriving nearly twenty minutes late, he was still the first person to arrive. Tim was wearing a tank-top and a pair of shorts. The two hugged and kissed at the door, before Tim invited him in. James noticed a flash of black and skin as Tim turned, and realized that the man was wearing a jock strap under his shorts. James directed him into the large living room. It flowed smoothly into a dining room, where a sturdy wooden table stood. The kitchen was right behind, a careful study in contrasts between old and new. "Something to drink? Some juice or something?" "Sure," James said. He sat down on the sofa, and noticed a bong on the coffee table. It was a unique style, almost like a piece of laboratory glassware than the colorful ones James had seen the stoners in high school use. "What's this?" "Oh. It's going to be a cloudy party tonight. You ever done tina before?" "No," James said. "Just smoked some weed. It was cool." "You're going to love this," Tim said. He came over with two glasses of orange juice. "I spiked it a bit, about a ml, hope that's cool." "Oh sure," James said. He had been studying the bong carefully; rather than a familiar bowl to pack, it has a glass sphere with a white-clear crystal at the base. He tossed back the orange juice. It had a weird taste, but he thought it was just a weird alcohol. "Here," Tim said. "Let me show you how to do it." He took the bong and a lighter. The lighter had a brilliant blue flame, and the glass sphere quickly filled with a thick white smoke. Tim inhaled deeply, several times. Then he leaned in to Tim, kissed him, and exhaled the thick cloud. "Fuck," he moaned, as the two men made out. "Wow," James said, as he exhaled the cloud. The feeling was a bit more intense than the weed, and it was a really good feeling. Already, he wanted more. "Can I try another hit?" There was a hunger in James's voice. "Sure." Tim said. He had heard that hunger before, in the most chemically dependent addicts. James had no idea, but he was already an addict. It would take a while, months, maybe years, before it became obvious, and still longer before it was a problem. Nevertheless, Tim resolved to do his utmost to enable James's addiction. "Let me show you how," he said. He showed James how to hold the lighter, and what to look for as the bulb filled with the white clouds. The boy inhaled the thick smoke, holding it in his powerful lungs. "Now, give me the blow-back." James exhaled his hit into Tim's mouth. Even by Tim's standards, it was a monster hit. They swapped it back and forth several times, before finally exhaling. "Fuck," James said. "Do another one," Tim offered. As James sucked down the clouds, Tim stretched out, and ran his hand along his groin. His cock was starting to get hard. "It always makes me super horny," he said. James stared at the bulge in Tim's shorts. He nodded in agreement, as he continued to suck on the glass pipe. The two men shared the smoke again as their tongues explored each other's mouth. "Fucking horned up," he said. "My friends won't be here for a bit," Tim said. "Let's go into the bedroom." "Yeah! Can we take the bong?" Only three hits in, and the boy was thinking like a long-time tweaker. "Lose the clothes, take the bong," Tim said. James stripped down quickly, pulling off his t-shirt and shorts, then shedding his underwear. Like Tim, his cock was already semi-hard. "That way," Tim said, pointing to the bedroom. The bedroom had soft lights, and Tim had already set out some poppers and lube. "Do another one," Tim said. "My turn to get naked." He pulled off his tank-top and shorts, then pushed his jockstrap down. "Hold it," he said, as James tried to shotgun the hit. He took the bong and did two more large hits. "Fuck, that feels good," Tim said, exhaling his third consecutive hit. He put the bong down, and pushed James onto the bed. The young man landed on his back, his legs spreading instinctively. Tim crawled between James's legs, his cock instinctively seeking out the young man's inexperienced hole. "I want to be inside you." "Fuck me," James moaned. He reached down and grabbed his cock. It had been hard just seconds ago, but now it was soft. Nevertheless, he jerked on it. "Just fuck me hard." "You ready?" James's head nodded vigorously. "Want it raw?" "Stop teasing me. Fuck me," James begged. Tim rubbed some lube on James's hole, then held a bottle of poppers under the young man's nose. "Give it to me." Tim pushed his raw dick into James's hole. The young man grunted, but made no effort to push him off. "Please," James moaned, "all the way inside me." Tim slid in, and James's hungry hole took all nine inches of Tim's shaft. "You're so fucking big," James moaned. He also wrapped his legs around Tim, making sure the well-hung man couldn't pull his cock back out. "So hot. So fucking deep." "Make me your boy," James moaned. "Mark me." James had seen movies with older Daddies and younger boys. They suddenly seemed incredibly hot, when the thought about Tim as his Daddy. "Fuck yeah boy. You want to be daddy's little fuck hole?" The tina was hitting both of them, releasing long-held inhibitions. James grabbed Tim harder, loving how the bearded top was fucking his hole. "Fuck me Daddy. Cum in me Daddy. Make me your boy." He kept on repeating it nonsensically, until he suddenly realized it was no longer just him and Tim. Standing in the door, stroking his hard, uncut cock, was Tiago. "I see you boys wasted no time getting started," he said.

3. Jerk-off. Jimmy's alarm went off at 8:45. It took him a few minutes to properly wake up. After he had sucked Josh off last night, Josh had ordered Jimmy an uber, and sent him home. He had just used him as a throat. It felt just like when he had sucked off the landlord. He hated the feeling, the feeling he was a naive teenager from Nebraska, powerless in this city. But he remembered what the man had said. He was now living in LA, not the small town in Nebraska. He was no longer the soccer-playing, faggot named Jimmy. He was a proud gay man named James. Everything was going to go well. Energized, and with a new sense of purpose, James decided to start calling agents again. He got out his list, and turned to the second page. He typed in the number and pressed "Call." It rang twice, and then the receptionist answered. "Who's this?" "Ji-" he started, and before the receptionist noticed, corrected himself. "James," he said. "James Flannery." She took his message. "I'll have him call you right back," she said. He had heard it before, but her tone was different. He almost believed her. But then, he called another agent, and the response was the same, an eagerness to help that he hadn't heard on Tuesday. He let himself believe that the new name had power. He made a third call. Same result. The realization made him feel a little better. The past two days had been hard: the petty humiliation of sucking off the landlord twice, and the promise of many more, followed by Eric using his throat, not even letting him jack off after. He had woken up feeling so powerless, and now there was a small promise of relief. He lay back on the bed, and allowed himself to relax. He hadn't jerked off last night, and his cock was throbbing. He pushed down his sweat pants, and let his cock spring free. His full 8" cock sprung free from his thick pubes. He had been hairy from the moment he had hit puberty, and just as horny. Normally, he would jerk off twice a day. But between family good byes in Nebraska, and the stress of LA, he hadn't cum in days. He stroked his dick thinking about being on his knees, in front of the landlord, in front of Josh. How he felt like cocksucker. But he loved the idea of a guy sucking him off. He imagined a soccer boy on his cock, then him bending over and taking his cock. And just as quickly, imagined it was another muscular man using his throat. As he was stroking his cock, his phone rang. He looked at it. It was an LA number. Then the caller ID appeared on screen. "Cottonmouth Talent," it read. It was one of the agents he had called earlier. He was getting his call returned. He answered the phone, hoping his arousal didn't show. "Hi, I'm Mitchell from Cottonmouth Talent," the man on the other side said. Mitchell had a deep voice and a southern accent. "I understand you're looking for representation." The rest of the conversation was almost textbook. By the end, James had an appointment for later that day. The minute Mitchell hung up, James started to jerk off again. He had gotten someone to return a call, and it just felt good. As he stroked his shaft, he thought back to Mitchell's call. The sound of Mitchell's voice entranced him; it was deep and dominating. But there was a soft at the core; strict, but caring. He wanted Mitchell to be masculine, a beard, hair on his chest, and a thick cock. James's dick was throbbing now, as his thoughts flashed between alternating images of Mitchell sucking him off and him on his knees, servicing his superintendent. They were messy and complex thoughts, but they were keeping him hard. He grabbed his phone, and took a few pictures of his erection. He'd get on Grindr later and see if could find someone to suck him off. He put his phone down and arched his back, knees bent, and his shoulders driving into the mattress. He had his eyes closed tightly, imagining Mitchell, the super, random guys he'd seen online. He was pushing himself to the edge, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He opened his eyes and focused on his cock. He saw it throb, then pulse as a long arc of white spooge shot out of it. He watched it come directly towards him. It landed directly in his right eye and it took a second before he felt the burn. The delay was long enough for the second spurt to nail his left eye. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, as his built-up load coated his face like icing. It felt so good, the release in his balls. He hadn't realized how much sexual tension he had built up, and he needed the release. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted, enjoying the intense afterglow of a badly needed orgasm.

Part 4 Final part of this season After waiting a few weeks for Max’s piecing to heal we posted the first ad on BBRT (New Boy Sub for rent ) it took seconds to get hits and we started taking bookings. We looked through and the messages….First up was fit lad, Jock type Max said “I know him he likes he use to beat on me at college” “Ok how’s about you get some payback, you up for it Max” I said “Hell yes” The Jocks message read “I know who you are Max, if you don’t want everybody to know what a faggot cum dump you’ve become you’ll ask me round so I can knock you up” “Max messaged him back, giving him the address and telling him to be round in an hour, “ we will take care of the rest.” I said Max hit send. An hour later there was a knock at the door. Josh stood behind the door as Max open it. The Jock came in, Josh quickly put the Jock in a head lock squeezing the air out until he fell limp. We dragged his body through into the playroom, stripped him and strapped him into the sling inserting a ball gag. 5 minutes later he came round to find himself naked and strapped to a sling. He was bucking around and Josh quickly slapped him hard across the face. Josh turned to the Jock and said “You been beating on our friend Max, now it’s his time to fuck you up” we all stripped he eyes where wide as he realized what was going to happen. This Jock was good on the eye, he must have been 170 pounds and been living in the gym as he had a full 6 pack a good size cock about 8 inches with hairless balls. Max turned to us and said “Please can I fuck him I've never fucked before and I want him to be my first POZ victim” “sounds like a good start, but I was thinking you should hurt him first, what do you think” I said the Jock who’s name we found out was Brad looking really scared. Josh removed him gag and Brad said “please don’t hurt me” Josh said “it’s not up to us. It’s about Max and he wants some revenge for the beating you gave him”. I turned to Max and said “he needs to be the one to make his own choices, lose his balls or foreskin” Max’s eyes lit up “really can I cut his balls off” “No Max his choice” “Brad what’s it to be balls or foreskin” “Please don’t he cried” “Choose, slapping his face again” He cried “Foreskin”, Josh went to get the stuff and we quickly shaved him smooth, sweat. Max knew exactly what to do and got the alcohol and spray his cock and balls, Brad screamed J “How’s about fucking him first” I said to Max “No I’m a TOP only” Brad yelled “Not today, it’s your turn learn about to pleasures of being a cum dump, anyway we are all going to breed you and your virgin pussy will be better off if you let Max and John fuck you before I tear up your butt with this black rod” Josh said slapping his cock around Brads face. “Should we use John’s special lube” Max asked….”No he hurt you so its time for you and your PA to have some payback” “Cool” said Max lining up his cock to Brads hole, he pushed hard and Brad would not open up so Josh slammed Brad hard across the face again that caused the necessary reaction and Max’s PA disappeared into Brad’s no longer Virgin hole Max push hard and soon the rings of his ball stretcher had bottomed out on Brads Butt, Max slowly started fucking Brad who was now moaning and clearly enjoying this new experience as his cock was leaking all over his six pack, as Max pulled back you could clearly see that the PA had done it’s work as Max’s cock had signs of blood…Max picked up the pace really hammering Brads hole now and then shouted “I’m going to cum” “Please give it to me” Brad shouted, so much for being a top he was now converting to be a proper bottom boy. A short while later Max’s threw his head back as the unloaded in the Virgin bottom. At the same time Brad had shot a huge load over his stomach and chest. No time for Brad to rest I scooped up his cum and lubed the head of my cock and pushed straight into Brad who screamed as it stretched his ring. I fucked him hard for about 10 minutes in which time his cock never went down, Josh started swallowing his cock as I reached my orgasm the head of my cock swelled and my POZ cum shot straight and deep coating his insides as Brad emptied his second load into Josh’s mouth. I Pulled out and Josh moved into position “you ready for the real deal Boy” Josh said The former top Brad said “Please Sir give my some more” Josh wasn’t gentle he pushed hard and Brad’s ring split and in went Josh’s hard black 10 inch cock straight balls deep, he must have really been tearing the Jocks hole up as he alternated between fucking hard and slow, after what seemed ages Josh grunted hard and his balls lifted his Toxic cum blasting into Brad’s wreaked hole. Once out Brad was released and the strangest thing happened he went straight up to Max and kissed him deeply and said I love you….. sorry I beat you I was just so frustrated I have always had the lots for you and now a part of you will always be in me and I love it. Another bottom boy broken in J If you want to find out what Brad and Max get up to let me know

Part 3 I let the Boy drown from the sling and cum was leaking down his shaky legs…Come with me Boy heading off to the shower, I told him to clean up. “by the way what’s your name” “Max” he responded Max emerged from the shower, fuck he looked sexy. Right lets get you something to eat and wear. I fetched a nice red loin cloth and we sat munching on some Pizza. Max was very relaxed now and when asked what he was feeling he said that he never realized that sex could be so good and whilst it had hurt like hell he had loved the feeling of being used. He told us that he had come from an abusive family and his dad would beat him regularly for no reason at all. Dam I was feeling for him now. That’s when I turned to Max and said that this was his home now as long as he worked for us he would be well looked after. He turn to me and flung his arms round me and kissed me. “thank you Sir” One more thing lets go and get your stuff, we went to his house and he grabbed a bag of clothes and said that he had left a note telling his dad that he had left home and that if he tried to find him he would call the Police and have him locked up for all the beatings he had taken. Getting back home, Josh was making a copy of the DVD dam it was good. I tuned to Josh and said we need more footage and winked. Max new his cue had stripped I grabbed the camcorder as Max posed for us. “Josh feed him your meat” Josh stripped and in a flash this former Condom queen opened his mouth wide and Josh’s meat slid down his throat, this Boy was a talented cocksucker and you could see his throat stretch as Josh’s meat pushed down his throat a short while later Josh filled Max’s mouth with his toxic seed. “Great footage” I said “he’s a real find” Josh exclaimed “Ok Max it’s all been a bit tame so far, I think we need to get you looking like a proper sub-boy now” “What do you have in mind” Max asked “Nipple rings and a PA will set you off a treat” I could see the fear back in his eyes, but he didn't protest and just nodded. We led Max into the Play room and attached him the St Andrews cross. He was a sight. “Ok Max you ready for this” he nodded “ don’t worry you really aren't going to feel it, not much anyway” he looked relieved. I took out a spray can of Liquid Nitrogen, the needle and nipple ring. Getting a set of tweezers I pulled his right nipple out as far as I could without tearing his nipple off, Josh sprayed the Nitrogen and I asked Max can you still feel it “No” Max responded so I pushed the needle through his nipple quickly inserting the ring then cleaning and cleansing, the same process repeated for his left nipple, finally I attached a sliver chain between them. I stood back to admire he looked great. “There cool, thank you Sir” he said with a big grin on his face “time for you PA” I said to Max “this will sting, sorry” I said. Josh took his cock giving him one last blow job before his insertion, (wicked really as it would make the head more sensitive), Max didn't last long loading up Josh’s mouth with his cum, Josh stood up and locked mouths with Max sharing his cum with our new slut whilst I pulled Max’s cock down and squeezed his slit open, quickly I pushed the needle through his purple head, he screamed muffled by Josh’s mouth, I took a medium PA ring and pushed through the new hole, taking an alcohol spray I cleaned him up which made him scream more. Once complete Josh released his mouth from the Boy. We both stood back admiring Max’s new image hairless with Jewellery hanging, I turn to Josh and said “Max is going to be a real hit now” Josh nodded “saying still one thing missing, I think” Josh went to the play room chest of toys and return with a silver three ring ball stretcher, we pulled his sack down and pulled his balls through, fuck he looked sexy now, his little white hairless cock was hard again, Max looked so fit with his PA, nipple rings with a silver chain linking them and his ball stretcher. Then to our surprise Max said “please guys can you fuck me again….I need it so bad” What a cum whore this boy had turned into…. Josh and I both stripped our cocks where ridged, damn I wanted Max’s arse again, we released Max and put him all fours on the bed. “Ok Max you ready for me again” I asked “No, I want you to double fuck me” Max said….Wow he was really into this. “OK” I said Josh got on the bed underneath Max and the Boy lowered his pale white unblemished butt down onto Josh’s hard black cock the sight was sensational Max’s lily white butt embedded on one of the thickest cocks I had ever seen pushing all the way down, the veins on Josh’s cock where bulging as they started fucking hard “I love your raw black cock Josh, come on John please fuck me as well” Max said. I moved into position slowly pushing in along side that big piece of black manhood, damn it felt so good….we must have been fucking this boy for half an hour when I felt Josh’s cock grow and start twitching as he unloaded more dirty POZ seed into Max’s cumdump that sent me over the edge as the head of my cock could hold out no longer and by cum exploded straight up into his bowels in one of the largest orgasms I had ever had. We just stayed like this Max a sweaty mess sandwiched between us. Easing out I turned them and said “come on lets post some images and a clip and get his butt working” Part 4 to cum if you still want more?