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Part Nineteen I woke up to my ass being eaten out. It wasn't John, because the fucking tongue felt like a tongue and not a small dick unto itself. But whoever it was had skill, what they lacked in girth they made up for in enthusiasm, which was turning me on despite myself. I was blindfolded and my arms were bound above my head, it took me a second to realize my legs were not tied and in fact, spread willingly. I groaned which must have let them know I was awake. I felt someone lightly slap my face, “Hey Ace, you with us?” Sammy's voice sounded so fucking pleasant, I wondered how much shit this kid had gotten away with over the years because he looked and sounded so innocent. “Stop,” I moaned as that tongue probed deeper. “Awww, that's not what you were saying a little bot ago,” Sammy said with a laugh, I heard a click and then my voice coming from a speaker. “Harder...fuck yeah...deeper...deeper...” I said that? “See? Just like you told me. The more aggressive and demanding the top is, the more they secretly want to be fucked.” “No!” I screamed, trying to clench my ass shut. But I was still drugged and the poppers I just woke up from had left me dazed and weak. And also, it felt amazing getting eaten out. “Still some fight in you, that's cute.” Sammy's voice now had an edge. There was silence, save the slurping of the mouth on my ass and I began to worry. I felt something wet and cool on my arm and the smell of alcohol. “Little prick,” Sammy said and I felt a sharp pain in my arm for a moment. “What the fuck,” I screamed, “What did you just...” and my world slid sideways. There was a warmth moving through my arm and then into my chest. The moment it felt like it hit my heart my whole world changed. My mind went into a haze, warm, soft haze where nothing was wrong. Suddenly I was cooing about the tongue up my ass because it felt so fucking incredible. I tried to talk but all I could do was slur as I spread my legs wider. The blindfold was removed and I looked up and saw Sammy smiling down at me, “Better?” I could feel drool slipping down my cheek as I nodded. He reached up and unfasten my arms and I fell back onto the bed completely, “Not going to need that are we?” I heard his words but they made little sense to me, fuck that tongue felt good. “You like that? You like being eaten out?” I nodded, closing my eyes in ecstasy. “Then you should thank him.” I looked up between my legs and I saw Josh down there, smiling back at me. Josh? Fucking Josh? Low man Josh? Party slut Josh? He was eating me... He dove back in and I moaned as my worries vanished as I felt touch me deep inside. “And a couple more friends wanted to say hey too...” I glanced over and saw the rest of the house naked, standing there stroking their cocks. I had fucked and each and every one these guys, Made them beg for it, made them love it, I had twisted all of them. And they were looking at me like I was lunch. Chad walked over, cock in hand and turned my head towards it, “Suck my cock bitch.” I wanted to refuse, I wanted to fucking spit on it...but Josh's tongue was so fucking good and I was feeling so mellow...I opened my mouth and felt him slide his cock across my tongue. “Get to it cunt.” The name moved something inside me and I began to roll my tongue over his cockhead, relishing the taste of his precum. “Holy shit,” Chad exclaimed, “He's really going at it.” Sammy grabbed my hair and made eye contact with me, “That's cause you like it, don't you?” The question confused me, I didn't want to like it...but couldn't remember why. In fact all I could feel was fucking pleasure and more pleasure and I didn't want it to stop. I nodded slightly as I worked the shaft of the cock. I heard the other guys cheer as Sammy let go of my head and let me get back to work. “Yeah work that fucking cock,” Chad muttered as he forced more of his cock into my mouth, “I used to fucking destroy pussy before I met you. I had a girlfriend and a fucking sidepiece...” his cock kept forcing past my tongue until hit the back of my mouth, “You remember, got me high...fucked me five times that night until I didn't know which way was up?” His head was pushing down my throat and I felt panicked for a moment but Josh licked harder and my eyes went to the back of my head. “Yeah...you fucking had me so fucked up I was crying for your cock...made me question my fucking mind.” His cock started to push down my throat and I could hear him groan, “And now you're just a hole for my cock...you like that? You like that cunt?” All I could do was gag but he didn't care, he positioned in and out of my mouth harder and harder until I felt his shaft pulse and shot after shot of hot cum was forced down my throat. He pulled back so he could spray my tongue, “Eat my load bitch, that's what bitches do...eat it.” Slowly I swallowed his load, shame burning through me. This wasn't me, I wasn't supposed to be doing this... Another wave of fucking perfection floated through me and I gulped the whole load down. Honestly it wasn't that bad... “Hey!” a hand slapped my face. I looked over and saw Paul with his throbbing cock, “Open.” There was a memory of not wanting this...but I just did it and it hadn't been so bad... I leaned forward and started to service the cock in front of me, wondering if he was going to taste as good as the last guy.

Part 2 I froze. What did he say? His hands moved to my shoulders and he firmly turned me around, and immediately my mind snapped, “What the fuck are you doing?” But those words never came out of my mouth. The part of me that was naked in this small booth with a sexy stranger that wanted to touch me needed to do I. Instead I felt his warm body pressed up against my back, and I fell forward a little awkwardly, catching myself on the metal wall with a thud. “Not too loud,” he said. “Generally they leave us alone, but you never know who’s around.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. “Damn you’re uptight.” He massaged a little deeper now. “Just relax. It’s all good.” His voice was strong, even though he was talking softly, and I felt oddly reassured. His body pressed closer, and I felt his cock against the small of my back. The tiny room started feeling stuffy, and my head was a little light. But I’d didn’t know what to do. I should leave. I should leave now. I started to push off the wall, but his warm body held me there. “Just relax. This is what you want..” He bent his knees and his cock became pushing across my ass. There was a thrill that went through me then — his hard cock felt so warm, the skin brushing against mine. His hands started doing something behind my back, and then he pressed something under my nose. It smelled awful, like cleaner. I looked down and saw the same yellow yellow that the guy out front sold me. “Relax, bud. Just take a hit. It’ll do you good.” My head felt a little swimmy inhaling the stuff, and I turned away. He lifted it to his own nose and inhaled, pinching off one nostril. He seemed to relish it. He pressed it under my nose. “Your turn. Just inhale for 3 seconds. That’s it. Hold it in. Three. Two. One. Now exhale.” What happened next was like fireworks inside my body. I felt a warmth flood from my head down to my toes, almost like a wave rolling. Down my naked body. The room seemed to get really dim, and I thought maybe I was falling over, but I wasn’t really. My body felt amazing, and I was suddenly so incredibly horny. He was starting to grind against my back and ass, and it felt amazing. I suddenly wanted more, and felt super sexy with this guy’s exposed body against mine. He pulled my hips back, then pressed a hand between my shoulder blades. My. Body automatically rolled his guidance, and I repositioned my feet for better balance, bracing my arms against the glass of one of the windows. The floor was cold and felt sticky on my feet, but I didn’t care. He was fingering my hole, and I let out a soft groan. His fingers felt slick as he probed me gently. “”That’s it, baby. Just enjoy it. This is what you came here for.” Was it? Is this what I came here for?? I was totally naked in a scuzzy booth, my nice sexy Friday-night-out clothes tossed to the floor, and I didn’t even see my flip flops. I was a smart student and decent athlete, and now I was hidden away in some dark corner of town no one wants to be seen in, with my ass displayed for some stranger. Was this what I wanted? Was this the way it was supposed to play out? My mind couldn’t process it. It didn’t want to process it. The little bottle was suddenly under my nose again. “One more time, bud,” he said softly into my ear. This time I pinched off one nostril myself, like I saw him do before. “ That’’s it. Take a deep hit. Hold it. Hold it in. Now release it slowly.” I did as I was told, and that rush of desire washed over me again. I could feel my heart pounding and my body was craving to be touched. Sensing my need, he made his move. I suddenly felt the hard, firm pressure against my hole, and it opened with intense desire to be taken to have this guy inside me. I groaned as he started to slide. Inside. It was slick and smooth, so much easier than when I’d been fucked at school. It had never been this smooth and easy.. This time it was his turn to moan. “Fuuuuck, man! Your hole is so tight.” He grabbed my hips and began thrusting. I grunted each time he buried his cock inside me. I knew we were no longer being discreet in here. There was too much grunting, knocking against the plastic seat and metal walls, and the sound of his skin slapping against my bare ass. I felt his cock sliding in and out of me, and it felt amazing. How was it so smooth? My body was totally his to take, and I just wanted more of him inside me. “Fuck! You. Are. So hot!!”” He stuttered out as he slammed me. “Damn you love this raw cock in you!” “Yeah. I do,” I said between grunts, totally wrapped up in the amazing feeling. It didn’t matter where I was. I felt really sexy and he was a hot fucker. He started fucking me a bit harder. ”I’m not gonna last long.” Unexpectedly he wrapped a hand around my own cock, and my mind exploded. “Oh shit! I’m gonna cum!” I think I almost yelled it. “Yeah, cum with me!” He squeezed my cock and started pushing his cock really deep, holding it inside me, then repeating the deep thrust-and-hold again. My own dick erupted like a bottle rocket, and I started to see stars. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I was cumming like I had never shot before. My naked body spasmed with the intensity, and I pushed backward onto to thick cock to hold it inside me. He collapsed onto my back, resting his base chest against my smooth ass and back. We were both panting. The intense rush was fading, and I started thinking again. What do I do now? Are we supposed to kiss? I. have to give him my number. I need to do this again. ‘That was amazing,” I said. He stood up, separating our bodies, and gently slid out of my ass. “Yeah. That was hot, man.” He slapped my bare ass. “Thanks, bud.” I turned around and took his body again. Tall and nicely sculpted.. His hairy pecs looked so damned sexy framed in his open shirt. His cock was glistening in the dim light, long and thick. Fuck, that was just inside me! And then my brain caught up with me. I scanned the tiny room. There wasn’t a rubber or wrapper anywhere. He was pulling up his jeans, tucking his slick cock away. “I wish they kept paper towels in these rooms,” he said. “Did your use a rubber,” I asked. This time the words actually came out of my mouth. He shook his head. “You didn’t ask for one.” “You’re neg, right?” It was an automatic question. “You should ask that before you offer up your ass, bud.” He buttoned his shirt, then started to leave. “Thanks, bud. You were really hot.” “Can we connect again?” “I don’t come here a lot. But. You never know.” He opened the door and left. I was standing there naked, reality settling in. I was totally naked. The outfit I’d carefully picked out for the night was crumpled on the floor. I picked up my shirt and saw it was covered in jizz. I felt deflated. ?Some stranger had just shot his load inside me. I shouldn’t be excited by that. And I felt ashamed for being excited by the whole thing. Where did I lose control? What would my friends say? My family? I picked up my shorts and underwear. MY cock was still rock hard. Why was it hard? Didn’t it know what we had just done? I should be on a date with a nice guy, not naked in some scuzzy booth with cum in my ass. I found my flip flops under the cheap plastic seat, slipped them on, and retreated. I fled, desperate not to be seen by anyone. Hoping that the clerk wasn’t still there. I was never, ever coming back here! “See you next time,” the clerk quipped as the door chimed and I fled the store.

Part 5 - The Gold Chain Finishing work for the day Nick got in his car and headed home taking his once a week detour around the opposite side of Lyndhurst, this route gave him the opportunity to check the field that he had found out where the last gypsy site was, he now figured this was where the guy had been living. As usual the drive past showed an empty field, he sighed and continued towards home. He wasn't completely sure why he did this journey once a week, all he did know was he had enjoyed the sex even though it was just that. Settling in Banbury was smooth sailing setting up their commune in a council provided area. Within days Sampson had secured enough work for a month and took to the hook up app browsing through one evening and coming across a dark haired muscular man who claimed to be 30 years old which made Sampson laugh as he could clearly see the guy was a little older than 30. Still he had a nice body, looked after himself and he wore a gold coloured chain around his neck. Sampson chuckled reading his profile name stated as MuscledFkr, it also stated he played safe that caught his attention briefly, not perturbed by this he carried on reading through. His thoughts suddenly returned to the guy he had sex with several times in Lyndhurst who was also muscular, smiling to himself and admitting that actually he had taken quite a shine to him but they never knew each other's name. Sampson sent a flame to the dodgy 30 year old to see what would happen. He was getting kind of desperate to fuck now that Marlon had got his girlfriend pregnant and the discreet fucking sessions had eased off. Sampson played ping pong message with MuscledFkr for several days until finally he agreed to meet. Allan had been keeping the guy waiting, not on purpose so to speak since he needed to lure him ready for when his husband was out of town on a business trip to Scotland. Allan finally arranged to meet Sampson at the park across from his house mid-week at 7pm, he signed off the last message using his name and in a lapse of concentration Sampson confirmed he would be there and used his real name as well. He frantically looked for a recall button but there was nothing you could do on the app once the message had been sent. The idea coming in to his head that when they meet he would tell him his real name was Barry or something else. Tuesday was one of those weird evenings as Sampson now called them, Marlon brought a few cans of beer round and they sat chatting rather than doing. Marlon was not fooling Sampson by any means, he could see the desperation in the eyes of someone who was trying to make good with his girlfriend yet underneath a keen desire to have man on man sex. Sampson wasn't much for games but started to enjoy watching Marlon knowing that any day he would be round with his trousers around his ankles bent over the bed begging for it. Marlon put his beer down "Haven't seen you creeping out recently!" he exclaimed suddenly. The comment caught Sampson by surprise "What do you mean?" he asked slowly sipping his beer. "You sneaking off in the evening" Marlon explained, "Do you go off and shag?" he asked. Sampson sat there looking at Marlon. "I don't mind if you do" Marlon added. Raising an eyebrow Sampson put his can down "Why should I care if you mind?" he asked. Marlon smirked "I will keep your little secret" he replied in a smug tone. Sampson smiled "Is that so, and our little secret of how you love it when I fuck you?" he retorted taunting him. Marlon laughed "There is no proof that anything other than drinking happens" he said. "Maybe I have filmed you getting it when you are face down on the bed" Sampson said casually. Marlon finished his beer "You were way to busy to film it" he replied standing up. Sampson grabbed Marlon "Keep your mouth shut or you will never get it again" he warned him. Marlon shrugged free and opened the caravan door "I am watching you!" he said walking out and closing the door. Sampson sat down clasping his hands together confused and unsure what Marlon was getting at, maybe it was just the desire for sex and beer that was doing the talking. Could he trust him after all? Well he had been silent about their rough sexual meets over the past few years. And was it now a streak of jealousy that Marlon felt, missing out and suspecting he was meeting other guys for sex? Either way it lead to Sampson having a restless night and waking up feeling completely knackered on Wednesday morning. It was struggle throughout the whole day for Sampson and he kept getting glances from Marlon, he acted completely normal as if nothing had happened, except for those tell tell glances he made every so often. Sampson had showered and changed deciding to walk to the park where he was due to meet this Allan, at least Marlon would see his truck was still parked there allowing him to sneak away without being detected. It was a perfectly acceptable and nice late summer evening, Sampson arrived at the park a few minutes before 7pm and spotted Allan sitting on a bench watching him approach checking his phone then putting it in his pocket. There was something shifty about the guy Sampson thought, more shiftier than him he concluded laughing to himself. He could see Allan was definitely muscled, that part of his profile was dead accurate and well, he didn't look that bad either. "Even cuter in real life" Allan said as Sampson sat down next to him. Sampson smiled "Thanks" he replied not sure how to respond, "You too" he finally said. Allan stood "Well?" he asked looking at Sampson. "You want to fuck?" he asked straight up. Sampson nodded "That is why I am here" he replied standing and following Allan across the park. No sooner was Sampson inside and the door and Allan closed it he picked Sampson up with ease carrying him upstairs to the bedroom, Sampson was caught out at the speed in which Allan made his move and didn't need to second guess what was going through his mind. Sampson tired to evade the attempts at kissing him continuously, held firm he had no option but to endure it, after all he was horny as hell. His hands moving around felt the chain around Allan's neck, he felt the weight then wondered how he was going to get it. By the time Sampson stopped thinking about the chain he was standing there in his underwear, Allan already had his fingers inside the elastic band of his underwear pushing them down and letting them fall to his ankles. He could feel Allan's cock pressed up against his leg and his body was raised in the air again then gently lowered on to the bed. Allan spat in his hand and rubbed the saliva against and in Sampson's hole. Watching his own legs coming close to his head being pushed up by Allan's arms as he squared his cock up to his hole and began penetrating with precision. Leaning further forward he gripped hold of Sampson's arms and kissed him again getting a mouthful of the chain at the same time. Sampson caught his breath 'Take it off' he said spitting the chain out of his mouth, Allan quickly unclasped it and dropped it on the bed then continued. Sampson wriggled but found he was firmly balled up by Allan being fed more cock in to his arse forcing it open and causing his eyes to water and snap open wide, gasping and moaning, Allan gyrated his hips in a circular motion several times before he felt the full extent of the painful intrusion taking the cock balls deep in one very slick movement. Breathing rapidly through his nose, his mouth slightly open, back arched and twisted hiding his undeniable pleasure through the agonising pain. They made brief eye contact then Allan clamped his mouth down firmly filling Sampson with this tongue and saliva. His excitement and desire emanated up to Allan's body and with no time to adjust or get comfortable Sampson was being pounded with deep firm rapid thrusts. The pain quickly evaporating since his body was craving this, almost giggling at the thought of being pinned down so effectively rendering him useless as a fuck toy. Allan's grip on his arms was strong to the point of being painful and Sampson could feel his rapid breathing suddenly getting erratic, his body tensioned for a moment with hard deep breaths before relaxing and continuing to fuck Sampson. Several times Sampson saw him do this. His legs and arms ached, the pressure on his back from his body being pressed in this strange position was uncomfortable but he could do nothing about it as Allan continued like a machine. His head flopped to the side where his eyes fell on the prize just as Allan started loud grunting sounds and his body tensioned again. Sampson let out several agonising cries as Allan slammed his hips painfully up against Sampson's arse. Almost as suddenly he began extracting his cock releasing his hold on Sampson the head popped out followed by a large stream of cum that flowed out of his arse pooling under him. Allan breathed deeply "Man you made me cum four times" he said standing up stroking his still rock hard cock. Sampson lost his urge to fuck since his body was still reeling. "Oh fuck I needed that" Allan said. "Wow" Sampson said finally finding his voice his body still reeling from the intense fuck. Allan grabbed a towel and cleaned up the cum pooled under Sampson arse "Want a beer?" he asked. Sampson nodded "Yes please" he replied clasping his hands behind his head, his arse throbbing so hard he could feel it through his body. Allan stood and left the bedroom walking down the stairs, Sampson glanced around and retrieved the gold chain and leant over the bed picking his trousers up and putting it safely in his pocket then resumed the same position waiting for Allan to return. Opening the bottles Allan reached up to the cupboard and reached behind some canned good retrieving the small bottle and added a few drops to one of the bottles. Securing the lid and placing it back to the hiding spot he grabbed the bottles and walked back up the stairs humming and smiling. He handed the spiked bottle to Sampson who sat up and took it without any question taking a several large gulps. Allan sat on the bed next to him "You thirsty then?" he asked smiling watching him drink it. "Yes" Sampson replied shuffling up the bed leaning back next to Allan, "Very interesting sex". Allan laughed "I am only just getting started" he replied clinking his bottle with Sampson's. Sampson smiled "Not sure I can take that again" he said downing another gulp of beer. "Oh you will" Allan replied glancing at him, "I am going to wreck your arse all night" he said. "I can't stay all night" Sampson replied feeling a tingling on his tongue and feeling horny again. "Well drink your beer and let me ride your beautifully sized cock" Allan said smiling . Sampson chuckled and downed the rest of his beer belching softly afterwards, his cock was hard and Sampson was stroking it without realising he was doing it. He was feeling chilled and incredibly horny. Allan pulled Sampson a little way down on the bed and retrieved a condom putting it on Sampson's cock he then straddle over and eased himself down gently. Sampson laid there thinking the guy was a complete contrast and dictating how he wanted to have sex, no condom for when he fucked yet a condom when he was getting fucked, his vision clouding he sighed giggling closing his eyes enjoying the feeling of someone sexing his cock. His eyes opened and saw Allan riding his cock hard, bouncing up and down in a frenzied state. It was a strange sight of almost tunnelled vision, he could feel the guy riding his cock yet he looked so far away. Sampson thought he had grabbed hold of Allan's hips guiding him. The reality was he couldn't move his arms properly and co-ordinate them and was holding on to Allan's knees with a strange drugged smile on a his face enjoying the sex and feeling his orgasm building slowly. Allan had ridden him hard and relentless, slightly buzzed from the beer he never for one second imagine the condom would give out from his actions. The constant bouncing tearing the sides of the condom, each move opening it more until it shredded apart slipping to the base of Sampson's shaft. The precum immediately smearing the inside in a thin layer of toxic fluid. Sampson tried arching his back and pushing his hips up at the burning feeling of his balls about to explode, he chuckled with Allan grinding his arse down hard keeping him pinned against the bed. He eyelids fluttered momentarily and he moaned letting his orgasm take over shooting his toxic cum deep inside Allan's arse. In his own ramped up horny state Allan couldn't feel Sampson's orgasm or tell from his facial expression that remained so calm and tranquil with the drug fully absorbed through every inch of Sampson's body. Allan wiped his head still riding Sampson's hard cock, he stopped and slowly lifted up followed by pink slimy mess around the base of Sampson's cock and the remains of the shredded condom. Allan panicked and ran to the bathroom grabbing the shower attachment and douching his arse to get rid of the cum, the actions coming a little too late as the damage was done and already infiltrated his defences. He returned to the bedroom and looked at Sampson who laid there with his eyes closed, Allan cleaned up Sampson's cock and the shredded condom then rolled him on to his stomach, setting the video up on his phone to record he mounted the semi conscious Sampson, angling his head so it faced the phone he began taking his time fucking with hard deep thrusts where Sampson moaned but unable to move his body. Allan turned to his phone ramping up the fucking, his tongue hanging out of his mouth smiling in to the camera as he fucked the limp body hard until he blew his load exaggerating his orgasm for the camera. Grabbing the phone he leaned up positioning the phone showing him taking his raw cock out of Sampson's arse that now gaped open. He tapped the hole and watched it slowly closing in on itself with a dribble of cum escaping. Several more times he did this over the course of the night keeping his cock inside Sampson's arse as he slept. Waking during the night he pushed up closer to Sampson forcing him back on to his stomach to fuck him again and again. Sampson started stirring and rubbed his head that was banging, trying to move he found his body was wrapped in two muscular arms that held on to him tightly. His movement caused Allan to wake and his cock spring to life, Sampson moaned and pushed at Allan's hips trying to push them away releasing he still had cock buried in his now painfully sore arse. Allan desperately wanted to fuck him but Sampson was pushing harder, defeated he extracted it in a deliberate slow movement adding a few jabs before pulling all the way out. Sampson felt the arms releasing him and he rolled on his back then sat upright looking at the man in bed next to him who was smiling affectionately at him. Sampson couldn't remember a dam thing after drinking a beer, partly freaked out he scrambled over to the side of the bed. "Morning" Allan said smiling up at Sampson, "Want to fuck before you leave?" he asked stroking Sampson's back. Sampson shrugged him off "What the fuck happened to me last night?" he asked in an angry tone. Allan smiled "We had sex" he replied casually, "Actually quite a lot of sex, dam you were good" he said in a satisfied purring sound. Sampson shakily stood looking for his clothes "I can't remember anything and I wasn't drunk" he remarked. Allan got out of bed putting his shorts on. "I will be late" Sampson said worryingly. "Thanks for last night I really enjoyed myself" Allan said with his tone now making it clear they were done and he was to leave. The problem was Sampson couldn't remember anything and was oblivious to the fact he had in essence been drugged and literally date raped by Allan all night. Sampson finished dressing and felt the chain in his pocket as Allan escorted him to the door and pulled him around kissing him again, his hands roaming around Sampson's body who tried to stop him from going near his pocket. Desperately he tried to inch away but the muscular arms held him close and keeping their mouths locked in a kiss that he really didn't want but was somewhat enjoying it. Finally he felt his body being released and the door opening, Sampson walked out in to the morning air, his head still pounding and he walked away quickly. The entire walk was spent trying to recount why he couldn't remember anything or even how he ended up staying the night. Allan returned to the bedroom changing the bed linen and started looking for his gold chain that he remembered taking off and discarding on the bed, it was vital he found it being an anniversary present from his husband, he spent hours searching every nook and cranny of the bedroom then emptied the washing machine still unable to locate it anywhere. He stood in the utility room certain that the chain was on the bed and then probably fell to the floor, he remembered Sampson asking him to take it off before the realisation hit home, had he stolen it? Fortunately his husband was not due home for a couple of days and he knew where the chain was purchased and would have to go out and replace it to avoid any awkward conversation on his return. Allan picked up some remains of the condom before putting it all in a bag and taking it over to the litter bin in that park on his way out to buy a replacement chain. He thought nothing more of the condom breaking or that he had unintentionally gifted himself by riding Sampson's cock so hard. During the day he watched the videos over and over of him fucking the drugged guy, he loved the way his face looked at the camera during the orgasm sections. He edited the videos posting them on Fuckhub under the title 'Roofied Breeding', he was careful to obscure much of his face leaving Sampson's fully visible. Things carried on as normal after his husband Mark returned from his trip, Allan tried to send a message to Sampson to ask if he had taken his gold chain only to find he was blocked from messaging him. Sampson arrived back in a flurry failing to notice Marlon watching him. Inside his caravan he went searching for some pain killers then sitting on the floor retrieving the trinket box from under the bed he place the gold chain in there looking at it briefly before pushing back under just as Marlon appeared. "Where were you, I called round at 9 but you weren't here?" Marlon asked walking in. Sampson stood up. "You did an all nighter with a guy?" Marlon asked sitting on the bed looking at him. Sampson sat next to him "I can't remember anything after drinking a beer" he said worryingly. Marlon laughed "He spiked your drink" he informed Sampson, "Is that the last thing you remember?". Sampson nodded "Yeah I drank the beer and my tongue tingled a bit" he said getting undressed to shower. "Definitely spiked Samps" Marlon said shaking his head, "You were lucky he didn't want to kill you". "Okay Marlon!" Sampson said angrily "I don't want to talk about it right now" he said feeling ashamed and boiling in anger at this guy. "You got 10 minutes or I leave without you" Marlon standing up, "Fucking idiot" he mumbled walking out. Sampson waited until Marlon was out of sight then opened up the app and blocked Allan from messaging him then took a quick shower feeling how tender his arse was in the process. He couldn't quite believe how easy it was for someone to spike a drink so deceitfully like that, what was worse he could slowly remember parts where the guy was sat across him riding his cock hard. A few days had passed and Allan got a message on Fuckhub from a person over in Cambridge who said he recognised the guy getting fucked and wanted to track him down. They exchanged a few messages back and forth before it was revealed to Allan that the guy had stolen his silver ring. Allan replied informing Gav that he had indeed stolen from him as well, the biggest revelation was Allan telling Gav that his name was Sampson and he was finding out about the antics of the thief from Cambridge to St. Albans and now Banbury. One thing Allan didn't expect when he read the latest message was hearing that the thief was poz and probably not on any medication. That news alone sent Allan in to a frenzy worried about how his husband would react knowing there was every chance he had infected himself from riding Sampson so hard that evening, this was something he couldn't hide and his infidelity would be forced in to the open. Each day Allan was finding more and more messages from weird guys who actually wanted him to roofie them and do the same just like in his videos. The temptation was proving hard to fight but for now he needed to restrain his sexual urges, it was hard as he loved being able to roofie guys then use them.

Part III When I got to Pablo's house, he started kissing me before closing the door and we were taking each other's clothes off. Before I knew it, we were both completely naked in his living room. I looked at the object of my desire and saw that it was immense. Pablo's cock must have been at least 10 inches, with a large mushroom-shaped head. It was straight, thick and with many veins. My mouth watered. I always wanted to swallow that dick, and now I finally had the opportunity. "Lick my armpit," Pablo ordered, raising his arms. I couldn't resist and buried my nose in the black hair and fed up with his armpit. The smell of sweat made me drunk and I was raving with lust. I couldn’t hold back anymore, so I stuck out my tongue and gave the first lick. He had a salty taste that made me horny. He guided me to the couch and I was soon sitting on top of him, my mouth going from one armpit to another. Pablo's dick was poking my back in the meantime and my ass was already clenching at him. “Can I suck your dick?,” I asked. "Not yet," he replied. “First lick my feet.” It was all new to me, but I was soon kneeling on the floor and putting his toes into my mouth. It was giving me more pleasure than I ever felt in my life. I never thought that something like a man's feet could be so exciting. I licked as much as I could, running my tongue over his ankle, the soles of his feet and his toes. So, I went up, kissing Pablo's legs, until his dick was right in front of me. I looked him in the face and he nodded, allowing me to proceed. So, I ran my tongue over the glans for the first time. I had never sucked a cock in my life, but instinct took over me the moment I tried Pablo's. The taste of his cock was meant to be tasted by me and I was soon swallowing his pre-cum. "You taste so good," I said. "Spit a lot on that dick," he warned. “This is the only lubricant you will gonna have.” I kept sucking and trying to swallow as much as I could, but it was impossible to put everything in my mouth. Pablo tried to force it a few times, but it made me retch. So, I was sucking on the head, the balls and the furry bag. He smelled a lot like sweat, as if he had run, but that wasn't bad. On the contrary, his manly musk made my lust grow even bigger. Sometime later, Pablo made me stand in front of him and started to suck me. He was a professional in that and managed to put everything in his mouth. When I felt his tongue curving for the third time, I couldn't take it and came in his mouth. I thought he was going to be pissed with me, but he swallowed every drop of my seed. "This is your last neg cum," he explained. “The next time you come, my AIDS babies will already be taking your body.” When he said that, my dick jumped, like I was ready to come again. Pablo then turned me on my back and started to open my ass with his hands. Soon, I felt something wet and realized it was his language. I gave a loud groan and felt him smile with his face in my crack. The more he licked me, the more I let go, moaning louder and louder. That was so good, that I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked: “Please fuck me.” “Do you want this huge cock inside you?,” he asked. “That's what I want most.” “Then I'll give it to you.” Pablo took a pillow from the sofa, placed it on the floor and laid my head on top of it. I was lying on my back, so I could see when his body climbed over mine. "I could take you to the bedroom, but I want to fuck you here on the floor, like the whore you are," he said. “Yes, use me as a whore, I want to be that for you.” He kissed my mouth and started biting my neck. Soon, we were is position. I had my legas up on his shoulders and he was between them. “Are you sure you want this?,” he asked. “Yes.” "There's no turning back," he said. "I know," I said. “After I start, I will not stop. If you try to run away, I will rape you until I fill you with poz cum.” “I want this, I want you to rape me and put your babies inside me,” I cried. Pablo spat on the head of his cock and began to force his way into the edge of my anus. It was hurting a lot, but I was completely silent and still while he invaded me. I heard a pop noise when the glans penetrated me and I let out a breath. "Yes, take a deep breath," he said. I obeyed and he took a hard lunge, burying his whole dick inside me. I screamed and tried to run, but he held me in place and looked me straight in the eye. "Hold on, bitch," he said. “You wanted this, now you'll have to put up with it.” I started to cry because of the pain and he licked my tears as if they were a prize. What was I doing? I always wanted to have sex with Pablo, but only now reality was reaching me. It was my first time, and I was letting a guy with HIV stick his cock without a condom inside me. And it excited me a lot more than it scared me. Pablo then started to move in and out of me. Even with the pain, my penis was still rock hard and he noticed it. He was taking his time, letting me get used to his massive cock, sliding in and out slowly. "You are no longer a virgin," he said after some time fucking me. "This is strange," I said. “How do you feel about having that cock inside you? You can take it like a pro.” "It hurts too much," I said. “But this is the best pain I've ever felt. It's good because I'm doing this with you.” “And the HIV part?,” he asked. My dick immediately gave an involuntary contraction and he noticed it. I blushed with embarrassment and Pablo started to laugh. It made me relax and he then increased the speed of his thrusts inside me. He found a nice pace and he started to fuck me hard, cursing me, calling me a lot of names. It excited me more than anything. I ran my hand over Pablo's biohazard tattoo and he smiled. I could hardly wait to get a tattoo like that. "I'm almost there," he said after a while and I started to masturbate to keep up with him. “Cum inside me,” I asked. “Breed me.” “Do you want my seed?” he asked. “Yes, I do.” “And what kind of seed is this?” “It's fucking HIV seed,” I shouted. “I want it, fill my ass with your cum. I want to be part of the brotherhood; I want your DNA inside me.” "Here it goes," he said in a shout. “I'm giving you AIDS, son. Now I will be your father forever.” I felt his cock pulsing inside me as spurts of cum flooded my insides. At that moment I came too. I never came so much in my life, it hit everywhere. Pablo fell over me exhausted and laid his head on my chest. We were both tired, sweaty and completely dirty with cum. "You are mine now," he whispered in my ear. “Welcome to the brotherhood of AIDS.” "What happens now?," I asked. “We have sex every day, putting as much poz cum inside you, until you are officially converted. If you want, I can call some friends who have the bug to help me give you the gift.” “I would like that.” We continued to lie on the living room floor for a few moments. The adrenaline of what we did passed, but I felt no regret. In fact, it was the happiest day of my life. I was about to say that when the doorbell rang and I heard my father's voice outside saying: “Phillip, are you there?”

Part 1 I was finally free. I just finished unpacking all I had into my college dorm room and said goodbye to my dad who drove up with me to help get me settled. My mom was not in the picture because she left my dad after giving birth to me and stating that she was not ready to be a mom at 17 but I wasn't discouraged about that because I always had my dad who took care of me and always showed me how much he loved me. My dad is a wealthy buessness man and I always knew he would be there to take care of anything either of us needed. We both shared everything with each other and supported each other decisions and we were both proud to know we were both gay. My dad surprised me by having over all of his gay friends and mine to our house on my graduation day and when I walked into the house I saw they were all naked and ready to help me celebrate an amazing day. I stood in shock and was instantly hard seeing about 50 naked men in my house and it didn't take much for the party to be in full swing not to mention there was one in the middle of the living room. The night went on with everything you could imagine in a sex party but I did notice that it was more of just fondling and sucking and not actually fucking which I found odd and then my dad came up to make an announcement. "To my son and all of his fellow graduates congratulations for all of your hard work in completing the four years of your schooling and as you all go now into the next chapter of your life remember to take your gifts far and spread them wide as they should be." I was confused as to what he was referring to when he said gifts but I continued to listen to what he was saying. "Now to start the main event everyone." "Alex please come here." I walked up to my father and stood next to him. "Alex you have been a joy to have as my son and I could not be a more proud father with all you have accomplished in your life and I want you to leave with a piece of me that will always be with you and remind you of just how much I love you." I got teary eyed with his speech but still didn't understand what he was saying. "Alex I have waited till now to tell you this secret and here it is, your dad is hiv positive and so are all your friends here and all of mine too and the biggest thing about it is I am the one who made them all poz in the first place now I would like to enduce you in as well." It took me a moment to digest this and I looked at everyone in the crowd and they all nodded at me confirming that it was true they all were pozzed by my dad and they waited for my answer. I started to cry and understood now why there wasn't any fucking yet because my dad wanted everyone to fuck me first to help with my conversion. I went to hug my dad and said loud enough for everyone to hear that I would be more than happy to join in with everyone to be poz. My dad grinned ear to ear and embraced me in the biggest bear hug and kisses me deeply as he started to carry me to the sling in the room not breaking the kiss as he lowered me into it. He started to move down my body with his lips stopping to kiss and lick every part of my body. He licked down to my nipples and started to nibble on the left and tweaked the right and switched back and forth making me twist and moan. He then licked down further down my abs to my cock and balls. He waisted no time in taking my cock down to the root and It almost made me cum right there and then but I was able to hold off at the last moment. He slobbered all over my cock and balls with his spit dripping down to my hole getting it nice and wet. He moved to my hole and devoured it like a starving homeless man who hadn't eaten in months. He dove deeper and deeper inside licking the sides of my hole. When he finally came up for air he and I were both gasping and out of breath for a moment and then I saw my best friend and future college roommate Jay roll over a tray with an assortment of toys and other items. I saw my dad pick up a toothbrush and he told me it is going to hurt a little but he wanted to prep my hole for the gift to take so I had to relax and Jay picked up a bottle that said jungle juice on it and he said for me to inhale deeply. I did as he said and started to feel warm and my head swam and I could barely feel my dad putting the brush up my ass. It came out pink and that brought out cheers from everyone and my dad then lined up his cock with my exposed hole. Jay leaned the bottle to my nose again and whispered in my ear to inhale as much as possible because my dad is the most ruthless fucker there and he wasn't going to take it easier on me. On that note I inhaled deeply just as my dad thrust every inch of his monster cock in me down to the base causing me to scream out in pain and pleasure. More to cum

True story. I had done lots of drugs as a teenager in the 70's. I was not sexually active at the time. I had never mixed the two until the age of 55. My boss is a Dominant Alpha Male. Straight, but never minded getting a blowjob from a fag. He knows that queers love giving head, unlike women, who only do it as an obligation. Meth is one drug I had never done. He was bothered by the fact that I was a Meth virgin. I begged him to get me high, I knew I wanted to try it. He gave in, even though I was his employee, I told him I could handle mixing the fact that I worked for him and I was going to become his submissive. I soon learned, Man was I missing out. He introduced me to the highs of blowing clouds. I took to it every fast. It felt good. He would never let me do it alone. Only with him, and He had to be in charge, like he was everywhere in his life. I gladly let him control me. When he would hold that pipe up to my mouth and tell me to "hit it". "hold it in" and I could only exhale when he said I could. I quickly submerged myself in his power over me. I found myself begging him to get me addicted to meth. I wanted to feel this way 24/7 365. He obliged and saw to it that I became a meth pig for him, since he found I gave him much better head if I was tweaked. I gladly gave up my previous life, shunned all of those people who were in it, so I could focus only on him. That was what he wanted and all I wanted was what he wanted me to do. The first time was so spectacular. I must have had 7 or 8 hits off that bowl. He then decided I needed to try something else. He pulled out the crack and the crack pipe. I was not afraid. In a weird way I had total trust in him from the start. He was a long time smoker and he knew the limits and the signs of distress. I would walk in front of a bus, or take a bullet for him. I trust him that much. I puffed on that crack pipe for at least 5 minutes. To some that may seem tame, but, remember all these drugs were new to my system and my brain and my heart. After those hits I was flying high. Very high. He grabbed me by the back of my head pulling hard on my hair and shoved my face into his crotch. He pulled down his pants only to expose his cock and his nut sac. While holding onto my head with his cock down my throat he dragged me to his sofa me scrambling to crawl on my knees as he yanked my whole body to where he wanted to be. Sitting down he took me by the ears and forced my head all the way up his dick and then pushed my face down so that his pubic hairs were in my eye. He got faster and faster not giving me time to breathe. He said that my breath was not important, only pleasuring his cock was important. I had to agree and said so. I know how to treat a meth pig. You ARE a meth pig. In one night I have turned you from a respectable man to nothing but a meth pig faggot. He pulled my head up so I could verbally agree with him. I said yes Boss. I also took advantage of this time to get my breath. I was getting so turned on by his dominance, but my pleasure was not important and I could do nothing about that. He was not the reciprocating type. In fact he made me stop touching myself and told me I had to do that in some dark corner away from him where faggots go to jerk off their dicks. He told me to concentrate on pleasing him, which I did from here on out. My jaw was getting sore and my mouth was dry. I tried to reach for my glass of water. He took it out of my hand, and demanded "Open" referring to my mouth. He then spit directly into my mouth and said, drink that. When he saw that I swallowed that so enthusiastically, he pulled me head back again and let a slow spiral of spit leave his mouth and land directly on my tongue. Good catch little faggot , he said. You are going to take all my fluids before this night is over. Since he was standing now and I am short with short legs, he was towering over me. He had to literally lift me up so my mouth could again reach his cock which was very hard now from all this toughness. Mine was too, but it would have to wait. Putting his right hand on the back of my head and his left hand around my throat he plunged his cock down my throat. Stick out that tongue you dumb homo. As I did it just went down my throat and felt like it was in my lungs. He said I love to feel my own cock going into your fag face hole, I can feel it from the outside. As he face fucked me with wild abandon, he paid no attention to my gagging. It didnt matter to either one of us. He just relentlessly pumped my face and I got in breaths where I could. He pushed my back to the sofa so that my head was resting on the front of the cushion. There was no where for me to go. He held my arms by the wrist and fucked my face faster and harder than anyone ever had before. I relaxed and enjoyed the turbulence of his fucking. I do not remember ever being this dominated down my throat and being so relaxed as to enjoy every minute. He stopped all of a sudden. I saw him reach for the meth pipe. As he filled the pipe, he asked me, Do you like being used as nothing but a face hole for my straight dick , you fucking faggot. I love that dominant verbal talk and I had an opportunity this time to speak without anything down my throat. I replied Yes Boss. I like being your meth pig, please feed me some more meth, then please feed me more of your huge cock, then please allow my open mouth and esophagus to be a receptacle for your straight fluids. Please let me feel more of your power as you rape my willing face hole, Sir. Please. He said I like it when you beg to be raped. I like to hear you want to be my meth pig. Your life is so fucked up now. You cant escape my dominance. Somehow I know you never want to leave, and I never have to worry about you going anywhere. I replied I belong to you from now until forever. Or until you decide you are done with me. You see Boss I l know all of this is your decision, your way, your choice. I have no say and I dont want any say. Good faggot boy you know I could be done with you tonight and I could throw your ass out onto the street if I choose. Yes Boss I am aware and what you say, goes. Period. He then shoved that pipe into my mouth and lit that torch. I love the sound of that torch. It makes a distinct sound that only means one thing. METH. Fuck Yeah. I sat patiently on the floor with my head against the sofa as he twirled the pipe back and forth in my mouth. We both watched as the rock turned to liquid and the smoke swirled inside the round bowl. That sight alone has made me blow a load in the past without even touching myself. My mouth on one end and my Dom on the other end directing me when to breathe and when to hold it in. Before I took that first big hit, pulled the pipe away and said beg for it faggot. I pleaded like my life depended on it. Making sure to acknowledge that he is the reason for my ability to breathe in his presence. His permission to do the simplest thing such as taking in air into my lungs. Things we all take for granted now must be acknowledged that He owns every part of my life, even how my body works. He then put that pipe back into my mouth, as he lit the torch again to make sure everything was melted and about to enter my body. At this point I was SO starved for that smoke, for that sweet smell of meth, that I started to precum in my jeans. The wet spot was right below where he was standing and it was impossible for me to hide it. He looked down and started laughing. Wow, he said, what excites you more faggot the meth or my cock. Right now Boss, I am longing for those methamphetamines to enter my raspatory system, be absorbed into my lung tissue and enter my blood stream. You giving me that woozy feeling of being high and knowing I belong to you because no one else will ever have right to own my lungs like you do Boss. Faggot, he said, you are one fucked up queer and I am glad I was the one to corrupt you into being such a pig for me. I am the best there is and you know it, now HIT that goddamn bowl motherfucker. I took one long slow draw, as he squeezed my nostrils together allowing for nothing but Meth smoke to enter me. Keep going , keep going, dont stop, not yet. dont stop faggot until I tell you to, keep going. little bit more, little bit more. It all inside you now, the whole rock has been transformed into my control, my smoke that I give to you. He continued to hold my nose. Keep it in,, dont let it out, not yet, keep holding, keep holding, you can do it. I have taught you well my little faggot. Yes MY faggot, 10 more seconds. My lung were so full and I wanted to push it out very badly. More than that I wanted to make him happy, to show him that I could be the best meth smoking pig he had ever met. OK you blow it out, I think there will be nothing left to exhale, I am sure all of it has been left in your faggot lungs. I still had a little more I could take., He smiled and said Oh you want to hold on longer. I am impressed. Look at the meth pig you are, the meth pig I have made. I made you, you are my property. You have no voice except to agree and do my bidding in this new life I have made for you. Finally I exhaled. It felt such relief. A rush like I had never had before. My head was spinning and I was floating on that swirling smoke that entered the room. Not much of it, but, what there was I was tripping on those clouds. I looked and saw him grinning an evil grin. You smoke like a pro, fag. You ready? Open. Open. Once again I was pinned down by my wrists, with his now gargantuan cock sliding in and out of my open willing accepting mouth hole. He was pumping me with a feverish rhythm, I could feel his balls hitting my chin. I should have shaved before, my beard was too long. His cock was getting caught up in my beard every time he pulled out. Hey fag, he shouted. trim that beard or I will punch the fuck out of you. Say yes Boss. Say it right now with my cock in your throat. I managed to get out Yeth when he pumped out, then he shoved it back in. When he pulled out again I got out Both. He started laughing. You did what I said, you just sounded like a dumb faggot doing it. Oh Wait, You ARE a dumb faggot. Then he stopped laughing and concentrated on fucking my face. In and Out In and Out. He went on like this for another 30 minutes. Slowing down if he got too close. Then back to the feverish pump. I was SO high I barely knew where I was. The only thing I could see was a photo of him with his girlfriend. I keep my gaze on that photo, it grounded me. How long can you go you queer? He pulled out so I could answer. As long as it takes you, whenever is your choice, I have no say, you do Boss, as I admitted calmly but completely horned out. He could tell I was loving every minute of this treatment. I dont want this to end Sir. Good answer cock sucking faggot he said with a half laugh. You ready for the blow up? Fuck Yeah please Boss I replied. I could feel his cock get bigger as he continued to plow my the back of my throat and into my chest. I felt his balls pull back as he put his hand on the back of my head pinned against the sofa. Pulling my hair towards him his cock felt like it was into my stomach. He leaned over frozen pushing very hard with his hips against my head, while he pushed my head towards his bush. I was trapped between his groin and his big manly hand as the semen shot into my throat. It tasted very good. I was hoping it would be as sweet smelling as his crotch was, and it was. I can smell that smell right now as I am sitting here. His whole body shook, having spasms and thrusting more even after the cum was drained from his beautiful masculine dick. He started to pull out, and as he did I took my hands on his ass cheeks and pushed it down my throat again. More semen spilled out and slid down my willing throat. He laughed, You cant get enough of my Alpha cum. can you? You want more and more. Yes I do Boss. Well I'm out of cum but you are going to swallow this. He assumed the same position only this time he held my nose. Take my piss you dirty meth pig whore. I could feel the start of his warm stream slowly flow from the back of my throat down down my esophagus. He pulled out a little so his piss would hit my taste buds on my tongue. Do you like how that tasted dirty pig? I nodded yes. I had to control the piss coming in my mouth. I did not want to drown. I knew how to swallow whole bladders by breathing right and making my tongue slow down the stream. Otherwise it would come back out my mouth and HE would not like his piss dripping on his body. Piss is for faggots like you, I heard him say. Once he was done he shook his cock while it was still in my mouth. Jerking to get every last drop for me. He then pulled out grabbed me by the back of the head and spit right into my eye. I knew to leave it there, I would slurp that up after he left. I looked up to see a mix of pleasure and contempt. He would never say thank you that was good. Just the fact that I was lucky enough to take his fluids was my thank you. I said it for the both of us. Thank you Boss. That was the best blowjob I have ever given. He laughed and said nothing as he pulled up his pants. Don't count on that happening again. If I want to rape you I will, and If I never do again you will remember this and compare all others to me and they will never stack up. Damn I am the best. You know faggot you know more than I ever thought you would. I think I will keep you around, you can do everything for me so I don't have to lift a finger. Maybe, if you are lucky, I will shoot my seed into your eager mouth again. However remember if you ask you'll never get it. I am in charge and if need a faggot to use you will be at the top of my list of meth pigs. Wow Thank you Boss. That was the best compliment you could ever say to me.. I know homo I know. Now get the fuck out of my office and go clean something. or do whatever it is that faggots like you do. I dont really care , just get out of sight for now. You are dismissed. Stay where I can see you on my cameras. With that I left the office the happiest I have ever been with cum in my hair , cum on my eye so it is stuck shut and the smell of his balls on my beard. The only place that I could get some privacy was in the kitchen walk in pantry. I went there and blew my own load in a record 2 minutes I was so worked up and turned on thinking of the Dominant I have in my life, knowing that my submissive meth pig will be treated the way it should. Hells Yeah

I went to a different sauna to usual to try it out - knew it was meant to be quieter with an older crowd but thought it was worth a try. The bar was at the front door then the locker room - then downstairs was where the real action started. I got changed and stopped for a drink while I calmed myself. There were a couple of bears, a twink and an old guy in the corner. I turned to the bears and asked if they came here often. One replied - about once a month. The other said - I'm here more often - feels like Old Dean in the corner is here all the time though! Always here when I am. The twink sensing gossip said yeh - hear he comes here every day - always wants in my ass but he's not getting it - he's pozzed up loads of drunk lads on their way home. I felt a bit uncomfortable about them gossiping about someone who was in the room but he didn't seem to mind. "yeh - they don't ask and they love Old Dean's cock" said the guy himself. Once I'd finished my drink I asked where you get the supplies from and they said just ask at the front desk. So I went up and asked for some lube and to buy poppers. The clerk winked and said "no condoms?". I felt embarrassed and said "oh yeh, of course those too". I went through the curtain to the changing rooms, and sensing there was guys behind me lubed my hole and went down the stairs. I was walking towards the darkroom sniffing the poppers in preparation when the twink said "wanna fuck me" and I was like "no sorry mate strictly bottom". I knelt on the bench in the darkroom ass in the air and only moments latter a huge stiff cock invaded it. Know knowing who it was but he was real skinny. I moaned in pleasure as he picked up the pace - I wimpered saying "yeh breed me" and he replied grunting as he shot his load "yeh take Old Deans poz load" One of the bears came in and took his place saying Old Dean pozzed me too and now I'm continuing work - I yelled out "breed me sir" the combination of bear, poz cum and poppers getting the better of me. He pounded me harder and harder until he shot his load. Once I left the darkroom the twink looked out from a cabin and said "wow disgusting taking that old mans load" but I didn't mind - I needed to get the dirt in me

Part 1 It was a regular Friday night my first summer home from college. The local bars were harder to get into than those near my campus, and I found myself being left outside while a few older friends were inside, despite trying to sneak through twice, and getting bitched at by the bouncer. So I wandered over to a friend’s house and hung out, sharing some wine with three girls. After about an hour and a half, I’d had my fill of the chatter and high pitched laughing. My mind kept wandering to men, and I was feeling really horny. REALLY horny! I’d been home 3 weeks, was missing my college friends, and most of all a couple of the guys who I’d played with during the school year. I definitely wasn’t a sexual superstar. In fact, I felt pretty awkward any time it happened. An upperclassman had taught me to bottom just before winter break, and when we returned for the spring semester, he and another friend had tried to help me get more comfortable with it. I enjoyed it, and knew I wanted more, but it always felt awkward and somewhat forced. I left my friend’s house and was driving toward home, not knowing what else to do. Maybe go back to the bar and try to slip in again. I had a slight buzz from the wine, and pulled over thinking over my options. I really wanted to get laid, in a bad, bad way. But where to go? I started thinking of places, and remembered there was an adult bookstore about 20 minutes away. I’d heard people talk about it — that there was some cruising going on, and most people called it “the last resort.” Guys had talked about it in a way that definitely made it sound like a place you didn’t want to be seen. I drove around a bit. Trying to talk myself out of going, but knowing I was really intrigued. I’d never been to one. I’d seen some porn online that was supposedly recorded in porn booths at one, but I’d never actually seen one myself. As I drove around, I got closer. I was on the main road in an older part of town where a bunch of stores had closed down and were empty. It was a long street with 4 or 5 traffic lights, and as I drove by the church on the street, I felt overwhelmingly guilty. I shouldn’t be going. But as I sat at the light outside the church, I could see about 3 blocks away a small glowing sign. That was it. I drove further, my chest feeling tight as I got closer, knowing I should turn off at the corner, and feeling ashamed when I didn’t. I pulled over about a block away, the single sign glowing on the block ahead. I could already make out the lettering “Adult Outlet.” I got out of the car, locked it, and started walking, and walked right by the door, hoping I could see inside. But all the windows were blacked out, the sign the only hint there was a store there. There were some cars along the street, but not many. I knew there was a parking lot out back, but I really didn’t want to be back in the darker alleys at this time of night, though I was tempted for the anonymity. But there wasn’t any traffic on the street, and I was a good half hour from home. I walked back past the door again and hesitated, my heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes locked on the door. The night air was humid, but I felt a chill standing there in a tank top, shorts and flip flops. What if no one liked me? I was 19, and I had a trim body that I thought looked good with lean muscle, but I also looked really young still, and kinda nerdy. My hair was blonde with some ginger tinges, and I wasn’t really one to stand out in a crowd. I took a breath and walked in. The door chimed and my heart jumped. Inside was brightly lit, and the store had a lot of shelves everywhere. I walked around, trying to take it in and get my bearings. Lots and lots of DVDs, and some different toys. I ignored the products with women on them, and zoned in on stuff with the guys pictured on the boxes. I just got hornier. I looked around and thought maybe the stories weren’t true — there was no way people cruised in a place like this. And there were no booths, just shelves. I was about to leave when I heard the door chime again and another guy appeared out of nowhere, walking toward the front counter. There was a side hallway I hadn’t noticed, tucked behind a row of shelves. I walked that way nervously, and saw a long hallways lined with DVDs, and a doorway with a neon glow about halfway down. I started down the hallway when the clerk yelled at me, “You need to purchase a ticket, kiddo.” My heart stopped and I wanted to run. But I had to go back back toward the front desk anyway. I walked up, the other guy furnishing his purchase. He looked at me as he turned around, smiled, and headed toward the back again, disappearing into the neon glowing doorway. “You want a ticket?” I nodded. “ID?” I fumbled my ID, dropping it twice, and handy it a bit shakily to him. He looked it over, looked at me, and I immediately feared he knew me or recognized my name on the ID and knew my parents. He handed it back. “Twelve bucks. And you should probably buy some head cleaner.” “What?” He shook his head, pulled something out of the display case, and set a small bottle wrapped in bright yellow on the counter. “You should take a bottle of this, too. I think you’ll need it.” I had no idea what it was, or why I’d need it. “Ok.” He rang me out, I paid him, and headed out back, my flip flops scuffling on the floor. My heart was racing again as I reached that glowing door. There was a purple neon sign inside that was radiating the glow, and I stepped into what was otherwise darkness. It was weird this hallway was so dark since the store was brightly lit, but I walked in and turned to my left. There was a maze of hallways, four in total, I think. My eyes adjusted and I walked slowly, seeing rows of doors in each hallway with lights above the doors, some of them blazing bright red. I didn’t know what they lights meant. I wandered, hearing grunts and porn playing. I looked in a few of the booths, seeing a small video screen and controls. After a few minutes, I stepped into one and fumbled around with the controls, pulling up some gay porn after a few tries. I was surprised to find there was actually A LOT of gay porn on the channels. I stood there, closed the door, and started watching a few channels, flipping around the different scenes and settling on a couple young guys giving head. After a minute I pulled out my cock and slowly began stroking. I was rock hard. I finally noticed the windows on either side of the booth, and some switches at the top. I played around, and realized the switches raised and lowered a screen inside the window. Holy shit! I could see inside other booths! But both were empty. I zipped up and started walking around again, checking out the hallways, and wondered who else was here. I couldn’t be the only guy here — I’d seen the guy at the counter come back here. I walked one hallway over and saw more red lights glowing above the doorways. I tried a couple of the doors, but they were locked. There was one without a light, and I tried that — empty, but between two doors with the light going. I stepped inside. The two side windows were covered, so I unzipped my shorts, started stroking slowly to some porn. I heard a whirring sound almost immediately, and looked at one of the windows. I touch the button and the screen went up — turns out both people have to had to raise their screen. Right there on the other wise was another guy with his cock out, stroking it. It was a thick cock and a long shaft. He turned so I could see it well, and. I automatically followed his example. Holy shit! There’s a guy stroking on the other wise looking at my cock. He was wearing jeans and boots, which. Was all I could see of him, his jeans halfway down his thighs. He wagged his cock toward the window, and I did the same, feeling self-conscious and awkward, but feeling myself ay through it. I wondered what his cock felt like. He kinda bent over, and I instinctively pulled my cock back into my underwear a, uncertain what was happening. He looked under the curtain, checking me out, and stood up again. Then he zipped up and abruptly left. My heart sank. Rejected right away. I suddenly felt very awkward and out of place. Standing there half naked in the glow from the video screen, I felt demoralized and decided to leave. I started to pack up and turned to the door when it suddenly opened. In stepped the guy in jeans and boots. He was tall, about 6 feet to my 5’8”, and he was wearing a button door shirt that was opened and showing off muscled pecs and dark hair. He looked to be in his late 30s or early 40s, and instantly struck me as sexy. I had never been around older guys, just college guys from school. He gave off an energy that was confident and sexy. He looked at me, looking me up and down, and held an intense stare. He reached out and tweeted a nipple, which I recoiled a little bit because it hurt and no one had ever done that. He pulled out his cock again, and pushed his jeans down to his knees. I pushed my shorts down, and they easily fell to the floor with the weight of my phone and keys in them. He reached out and pulled off my tank top, then started rubbing my chest. “nice,” he said in a quiet tone. I did the same, enthralled by. The hardness of his pecs. I suddenly felt very small. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. He ran his hands up and down. My naked body. Oh my god, I was naked in a booth with a. Stranger touching me. It was awkward, but thrilling. A part of me started to pull back to bolt, but he held me firm. He reached down and massaged my ass. I melted a little, and an amazing shiver ran up my spine. He flexed his hips, and I felt his hard, smooth cock sliding across my abs. My breathing got weird, in a way. I’d not felt it before. I started panting a little. The heat coming off his body was alluring, and I could the stark difference between the air. Conditioned air that was blowing across my naked backside. “Turn around” he whispered.

I love how his cock pumps the load in the boy's ass!

I know it’s short but it was all I had time for this weekend.

The most fun public fucking was on the dance floor of a big gay bar/dance club in hollywood.It was a techno dance music night with lasers and discoball strobes...was a bit buzzed I admit.dancing with a friend when an aquaintance of his joined us.He told me he wanted to fuck me and pushed me from behind against my friend.Pushed my sweatpants down a bit daring the stranger to fuck me.began kissing my friend and felt a hard cock pressing against and then into me....a poppers bottle was under my nose and several deep hits later my friend was whispering into my ear"just go with it,let him fuck you,its what he loves!"as his friend headed off towards ejaculation at a quickenning pace in me.despite the music and strobing lights people around us were watching as he came.He pulled out and dissappeared into the crowd..done with me.Pulled up the sweatpants and kept dancing with cum in my shorts and a wet spot showing...but we were seen and saw people pointing at me all night long.It was hot knowing I had been seen getting marked like that in public.

The young sexy horny bottom sub pig had walked in Leather Daddy's door late Friday night hoping for and expecting to get majorly spun on T and to worship and please the dominant Daddy he'd been with once before. He had been hungry to have Daddy's cock and cum in his mouth while Daddy kept him high, never even considering the idea of taking a cock in his neg virgin boi-hole. That boi was gone now, replaced by the naked, sweaty, parTyed up insatiable cock, cum and piss whore who was now on his hands and knees in front of me, his face buried in the carpet, pushing his no-longer-virgin hole back hungrily onto my fist buried up to the wrist in his hot burning cum-and-piss filled ass! He was mumbling and moaning in total piggy need as I fucked my fist in and out of his stretched and unresisting boihole. “Please, bro, OMG, PLEASE dude fuck me with your fist! Shove it deep and let me fucking FEEL it man! Ohhhhhhh gawd yesssssssssss. More bro, please give me more! Fucking stretch my ass bro!!! Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” I felt his hole spasm around my fist and wrist as I twisted my hand back and forth inside his warm wet wrecked fuckchute. I opened my fingers slightly inside him making contact with his already-bruised and sensitive prostate and heard him whimper loudly as he shoved back against me wanting – needing – more!! It was so fucking wild how easily and readily he accepted his first fist-fucking and my dick was rockhard as I felt his need and hunger increasing. And although his formerly bi cherry hole had been fucked and bred multiple times so far this weekend, his ass lips were still tight and snug around my wrist. Damn sweet! I was stroking my dripping cock with my free hand thinking of pulling my hand out of his ass and shoving my raw POZ cock inside him, wanting to add another load of toxic unmedicated spunk to his corrupted hole. Just as I was about to do it, Leather Daddy walked back into the room. I'm not sure where he'd been or what he'd been doing, but I'd heard him a couple times talking to somebody on the phone. But I didn't think much about it with the feeling of Trevor's hungry ass taking my fist. “Hot fucking damn! You pigs look so fucking nasty and hot!”, Daddy growled. Trevor raised his head up immediately hearing Daddy's voice and I watched Daddy walk around and stand in front of him, his thick hard Daddy cock standing out straight in front of him. Daddy put his finger under Trevor's chin and raised his head up so they were looking at each other eye-to-eye. “How you liking that fist inside your fucking cunt boi? Feeling good?” Trevor moaned with lust and heat and answered, “Oh fuck yeah Daddy!! It feels so fucking awesome! I can't believe how good it feels! Never thought I'd be able to take a fist or want to but I want it and I love it!! Will Daddy fuck me with his fist too? It's even bigger than bro's and I know it'll feel sooooooooo good!!” Daddy chuckled softly and ran his thumb along Trevor's wet lips. “I'm sure that can be arranged pig. Your Daddy loves fucking a hole – with my tongue, fingers, dick and fist. Doesn't matter what I use I just love fucking pig bottoms slut holes!!” “Yes Daddy, please! I need it so much!”, Trevor begged. Just then there was a knock at the door. Daddy grinned evilly as Trevor and I both stared at him then looked at the door and then back to him. I even stopped moving my fist and left it unmoving in Trevor's guts. “First though boys, Daddy has his first surprise for you. I know you're going to love it!” With that Daddy walked to the door and opened it. Standing on the porch with the lightening sky as a backdrop behind him (it was morning already?!) was a massive giant of a man! My guess was at least 6'3”, 240-250 obviously solid pounds of meat and muscle, wearing a sleeveless shirt unbuttoned exposing his hairy dark chocolate chest and abs with both nips pierced. Trevor and I both moaned in wanton lust at this vision as Daddy stepped back and the dark god walked in and Daddy closed the door.

A good faggot should be willing to get down on its knees, bend over or get down on all 4s ANYWHERE anytime and suck cock, get fucked up the ass and taking loads without caring if anyone sees him being a whore. Faggots need to be able to strip naked in public and let a few strangers dump their loads in it.

Something I posted before, my true feelings and experiences of Darkrooms The dark steam room i frequent is small and narrow, always smells of man sweat/poppers/sex. There are naked sweaty guys, hairy, skinny, beefy, pushing and rubbing against your body, breathing on you., hot breath, sexual tension at a High. Some stranger forces his tongue in your mouth whilst many hands are feeling and touching you all over your body, invading you, pulling your ass cheeks apart, fingers probing your hole, a hot mouth sucking on your dick, hands bending/pushing you over, tongues and fingers licking, sucking and opening you up, strong poppers being put under your nose. It moves on further- Your mouth is full of anonymous cock pushing down your throat, sometimes you are gagging and again poppers are put under you to loosen you up. You then feel a strangers hard cock pushing against and into your hole, Somebody puts poppers under your nose, you breath it in deeply, You know that the anonymous cock is entering you; you still have time to stop, still have time to leave, But You don't, It feels great, bad, seedy and dirty but GREAT you bend more, to give more access, you groan, you push back and take it and then he finishes, pulls out, sometimes you get a slap on the ass or a thanks or just fuck all, you stay bent over and many more men then enter you, fuck you, leave their load ready for the next anonymous man. and you never see who these Men are. Fuck, who would not love a darkroom experience, its fucking awesome. Will it ever be the same again?

Really hot discussion! Depending on the cocksucker and the mood, I either like to slap or to caress. I'm uncut and thick (though totally average in length), and really need sustained, deep sucking. Sometimes, placing my hand gently on the guy's cheek motivates him. Even if he's a stranger I'll never see again, I find that making a connection enhances the blowjob. With some guys, being rough establishes that connection, and with others, being gentle does. Sometimes, it's hot to do both, starting off gentle and then slapping him once I know he's into it, or slapping him to let him know why he's there, and then rewarding him with some intimacy once he's shown that he can suck uncut cock properly. I remember a particular blowjob from when I was on a business trip to Ottawa, Canada. It's a civil service town with some deeply repressed people. (In California, Sacramento feels similar. I'm not sure about DC, as I haven't spent much time there.) The glory hole in the video booth was medium-size, i.e., not one of those holes where there's just enough room for the shaft of your dick. The guy sucking me was a civil servant type, in slacks and a button-down shirt. The blowjob was getting good. I reached my hand through the side of the glory hole. I could tell he was scared, as if I intended to hurt him. Instead, I caressed his face, and he really go into it, gulping my load down a minute later. If I could replay this today, I probably would slap his face the first time, just to give him an adrenaline rush.

I would. I did, and have the mind-frame for it! Knowing my man is ON-THE-JOB< breeding other guys! Came THIS close to getting into it being a real (long-term) but then broke it off... But for that, indulge me with... STORY-TIME: Actually the very first guy who seriously started 'dating me' when I was a virtual teenager still, barely a year out of the closet, in Los Angeles was a guy I met as 'Bruce' who told me he was IN PORN. He rode a motorcycle and physically, although he was all 'butch' and manly had a smaller frame than me. I never saw the porn he was in back then as for some reason back then it didn't even interest me. I was just impressed and intimidated by guys I met as HIS EX, guys I saw him in nude ads with, and the hot fuckers coming to his house... I actually never knew, or remembered what his porn name was until years later. He was MARK PERRY and was in FALCON porn. Not sure how many he did as the only one I ever saw was UPPERCLASSMEN. He played the big-dicked teacher in it and wore one of those 1970's style moustaches. We played around a whole summer in the early 1980s and he wrote me glowing love-letters and tried to have me be 'his man' and 'move back to San Antonio Texas' with him. He had already quit his job as manager of STUDIO ONE and even introduced me to the (alleged) owner, who was even more legendary with his huge cock than Bruce was... In hindsight, the owner of the club looked me over like 'chicken-ready-to-eat' as back then I had a hard time convincing the bouncers that my ID was NOT FAKE... "Yeah right! You are like 16? 17?" Bruce said: "Oh he (the club owner) wanted you and bust you wide open with that horse-cock of his; break you in and WRECK YOU like he does ALL THE BOYS that come through the office door. You are probably the only one who got away... because you were with me! lol" He relished the idea! Bruce introduced me to a lot of things that were new: HUGE COCKS, poppers, accepting cocks bareback, and even 'promiscuity' as an acceptable lifestyle choice... naked guys suddenly sharing the bed with us.. Problem was: I was like a kid in the candy-store, living with a straight friend on the seedy side of Beverly Hills, West Hollywood and the clubs, boys everywhere. Many of the more masculine ones 'dismissed' me as a twink, but in hindsight I'd say they were just as intimidated by me as I was by them... but Bruce broke the ice for me. Took me everywhere on his motorbike and treated me like a dude, not a 'dumb twink'. But I wasn't about to leave LA as I just started UCLA and even met mainstream producers... one whom I'd be fucking on the regular and do research for on one of his NBC mini-series... that man is married to a big female movie/TV star (to me) and several years later dismissed me as "You are becoming predictable! Too LA!" A lot of 'could have', 'should have', 'would have'! The problem with this potential union was, well generational... it could have worked if I was content to be some 'war bride' in Texas. Might have been fun. But he had DONE IT ALL, fucked every hot guy and was ready to 'settle down'... with a twink husband. One who was coming out, just had his cherry busted by Bruce, who took cock like a champ thanks to the introduction to poppers... and for that summer, an inner whore was coming out of me... I've tried to contact Bruce but his last name is too common and chances are... well you know... but at least he passed on his TRAMP SEED and his propensity for promiscuity! At least I want to think so. One seasoned porn-champ passing on the baton to an aspiring slut. In HINDSIGHT it was hot to think that EVERYBODY in the gay scene he introduced me to KNEW that I took that big porn-cock on the regular, took that man's seed with pride and his DNA and cocky confidence worked itself into my system as I strutted into the clubs with him... "Oh he is obviously FUCKING HIM good! Taking him back to Texas!" Well I stayed behind in West Hollywood Whoreville, but I'm proud to have been ONE, possibly his favorite boy-slut aka BF-to-be in his sizable stable of man-fillies he broke in, seeded and studded. ALL of them bareback... not one ever asking for a rubber in the pre-condom days.

One or two slaps (firm but not splitting) and spit in the face always get me more sub and the more sub I get the better the blow job I give.

Kenny’s Dad guided Kenny around a little more. At different places either Kenny or his Dad usually got an ass pat or a cock and balls squeeze. Many other private rooms were a jar with guys in assorted actions. Both of their cocks were hard and lightly throbbing, with precum drooling out. The little blue meds from the pancakes was still working on their system, not to mention the special ingredient in the lube in Kenny’s ass. “Dad, my ass is really getting that itch inside. I need your cock to scratch it again.” “I know just the place to take you buddy.” So Kenny was guided to a room with several slings in it. It smelled of cum, sweat and a little of urine. There were three slings still open. Kenny saw all the guys in the room and lightly moaned. “Dad, shit, look at those guys over there, one is fucking the guy in that swing thing, and another has his dick in mouth at the same time. The swing thing kinda looks fun.” “He’s being spit roasted is the term. That swing thing, its a sling. You want to try one out Son?” Kenny and his Dad went over to one of two slings that were empty. One was a well used sling, with the leather being soft and worn, all the edges were blunted with good use. The leg loops had good soft wool on them as well. “Hope up there Buddy. That’s it. Now lay down, and sort of slide up. There you go. Now put left foot through that loop, and rest your ankle loop. Do it that same with the other ankle. Slide back down a little so your ass is right on the edge. How’s that feel Son? You sure look hot with your ass all spread open, that nice fuzzy patch around your hole. Reach up, and put your hands through the loops above you. Fuck, look at you all spread open. Look at those hairy pits.” “Dad, this is making me more horny, being all opened like this. I can feel the air moving over my hole, its making that itch inside become stronger.” Kenny’s Dad kneeled down to Son’s open ass, and started tonguing his fuzzy hole. Kenny’s hold started winking open more, and his Dad’s tongue slide inside Kenny. His Dad’s tongue going as deep as it could, and being fucked in and out of Kenny. “Fuck, that’s hot to watch guys. Seeing a Daddy eat out is real live Son.” The guy from the locker room was there standing beside Kenny, with his huge cock throbbing. He bent down and took Kenny’s left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nipple following the hair all around the areola, then teasing the nip with his teeth and tongue. Kenny was moaning out loud between having his sensitive nipple being played with, and his ass having a tongue going in and out of it. “Oh fuck, Dad, please I need your cock in me, now. Pleeeease.” His Dad stood up and grabbed the guys big cock, and looked at Kenny, “Buddy, I have another cock in my hand that you may really like. I think it will really go deep and scratch that itch if you want.” “Fuck yes Dad, please I need that itch scratched. Please put it in deep.” “Come on friend, lets get your big cock in my Son’s ass.” Kenny’s Dad pulled the guy by his cock over to Kenny’s ass. He started lubing up the guy’s cock with treated lube. His cock was a good two inches longer than his own, about the same girth. This cock should be able to get into Kenny’s deeper second hole for sure. “Here let me guide you into my Son’s hole, just as a good Dad should do.” He said as he placed the head of the guys cock against Kenny’s hole, lightly pulling him to Kenny pushing the head in a little. “There you go, slide on into my Son, that’s the way, all the way in nice and slow.” Both Kenny and the guy were moaning so loudly, that a few of the other guys looked over that way. “That’s it Son, feel that guys cock going in you, deeper and deeper.” “Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s bumped my nut and going further. Oh shit, it almost feels like he’s going to come out through my dick.” All of sudden Kenny started shaking a little and moaning real loud, and precum was pouring out of his foreskin covered dick. The guy’s cock head must be bumping into Kenny’s second hole. “Oh fuck Dad, his cock feels like its going in me again. Oh shit, fuck me. Push it all the way in.” Kenny was really moaning the loud. So loud that some other guys were starting to circle around to watch Kenny get fucked. “That’s it Buddy, let him in son. He’s at your second hole, relax and let him in. You’ll love it, that’ll get that itch scratched.” All of sudden the guy bottomed out into Kenny, and he was pushed up completely against Kenny’s fuzzy ass. “Fuck boys, he’s tight. His ass is starting to go into over drive in squeezing and sucking my cock. That second hole is nice and tight.” The guy started slowly long dicking Kenny, being sure on every inward push to go right on through the second ring. Kenny kept moving his head from side to side moaning every time the guys cock went in the second hole, and more precum was pouring out. Kenny’s abs were real wet from this. One of the guys in the circle bent over and was licking up Kenny’s precum. Kenny’s Dad stepped behind the guy, rubbing his cocking in his ass valley, feeling his head run up and down the guys sweaty hole. “Push it in Daddy-o. Fuck me while I fuck your Son.” That was all he needed to hear, and slide his cock deep into the guy. Now as the guy was fucking into Kenny, he was sliding into the guy. “Fuck my Son, give him your load. He needs your load in him. I’m going to fuck your load out of you.” As Kenny’s Dad said this, he shoved his cock head against the guys nut, rubbing his nut with quick thrusts of his cock. “Oh fuck, your going to make shoot quick. Oh fuck, you’re making my cock twitch in your boy.” “That’s it. Let it go, give my Son your load. Shoot it deep in him. Shove your cock all the way in.” “Oh Dad, his cock is getting hotter and bigger. Oh fuck Dad, I love it. Oh fuck, he’s so deep in me.” “Shit, I’m about to cum. I’m going to give you my load kid. Ready or not, I’m going to flood your insides.” The shoved himself completely against Kenny’s ass, driving his cock as deeply through Kenny’s second hold as possible. He was doing rabbit thrusts, rubbing his dickhead ridge quickly against Kenny’s second ring. Kenny’s Dad felt the guys ass twitching inside and knew he was about to blast into Kenny. Kenny’s Dad started hard thrusting into the guy, forcing the guys cum to shoot. “Shoot it into my Son, fill him up. Shoot your cum deep.” That was all it took, and the guy on the last inward thrust, started shooting deep into Kenny’s being, his dickhead buried past the second ring. Kenny’s Dad’s thrusting into him driving more and more cum out of him. Kenny was in the throes of what could only be described as a mental orgasm, precum was pouring out of his foreskin, but he wasn’t cumming. Sweat was covering his body, and he was shaking all over. Feeling the heat of the guys cum so deep inside of his body. The guy leaned down over Kenny, his cock still buried deed in Kenny, with Kenny’s Dad also leaned over, his dick still very hard and inside the guy.

I love the booths at the ABSs. Favorite place to spend on a Saturday or a family holiday. There is always tons of cock. I dress accordingly: small but easy to slip off shorts or sweatpants with a small bottle of lube in one pocket and poppers in the other, commando or one of my jocks, a t-shirt, and flip flops. Less to lose, I'm usually naked if I'm in a booth, but roaming around looking my slut uniform fits the requirements and allows any interested tops access to finger my ass, if they are bold enough. One particular Saturday, I had been there since around noon. It was around 3 or 4 when a really tight fit guy about my age came in through the curtain. Jeans, tank top, sneakers, and a ball cap. Hairy chest, scruff, and a killer smile. I had just exited a booth, the taste of semen shellacked the inside of my mouth. We made eye contact and with a look I followed him into a booth. He locked the door behind me. He chose a private booth. We started to make out. Grabbing each other's asses and crotches. Undressing each other as he tasted the last guy's load in my saliva. It seemed to turn him on even more. Once his jeans were to his knees, we started to trade blow jobs. It was so hot. My clothes were in a pile on the floor. He had a really nice slightly bigger than average cock. Cut. Big fat head on it. It felt so good in my mouth. He smelled freshly showered and tasted of strawberries, with his pre was completely intoxicating. I asked him to fuck me. He responded, "I'm normally a bottom, but fuck yeah! I just need to piss first. I'll be real quick." "You don't have to go," I shot back. What did I do? I was in an intensely horny mood. He was so sexy, a lightly furred otter bod with a face to match. "What?" He asked looking me in the eyes. "I'll take it," I said. "I'll drink it, if that's cool?" His cock was rigid. He smiled as he put his hand on my naked shoulder then he pushed me gently to my knees. I placed his flared cock head in my mouth. Patient. Waiting. His cock softened a little before I felt it swell again as his spray of piss shot over my tongue. It filled my mouth in a moment. As I swallowed my own dick was hard and leaking pre. In my head, I was being marked as this submissive's submissive. His stream didn't stop. It was a steady flow. Right to the end. Just a little of his golden warm liquid escaped the corners of my mouth to my chin. I was dizzy from his heady brew. Before I was even aware he had stopped passing he had me turned around and bent over a chair. I felt the head nudge my pucker. There were two loads in my hole. I heard him spit. His cock pushed the spit slimed head against my pucker and he slid in. "Fuck, slut! How much cock have you had in your ass today? There is a lot of cum in you." He went balls deep then pulled out. We both heard the "plop" on the floor. The flavor of his piss lingered on my tongue as he pushed his cock back into me. Without pause, he proceeded to pound my hungry ass. He got a little loud. Smacking my ass. Calling out to some whore he was fucking and asking the dirty slut if he wanted his load. "Yes!" I cried out. "Breed me, stud. I want your bottom seed." I love being used by other bottoms as much as by tops. He deposited his load with the others. He was dressed, kissed, me goodbye, and was out the door before I managed to connect my things. That wasn't the end of my day, but he was fucking hot and memorable.

Absolutely a BIG turn on to fuck a pig whilst he is either blinfolded or with a hood. A ball or spider gag as well is also a turn on. Maybe earplugs on top of that in certain scenarios. And bound is even better! 😈

In my daddy’s sling. He slammed me twice, the highest and I was spinners ng all night and morning dosages I’ve done. He bred me four wet, sloppy times. Then we took a break to go hook up with someone. When we got home, I dived back in the sling, and he bred me really deep three more times. I bled all day today.

My Dick when fully erect has a thick strong upwards curve which seems to give the most pleasure to a pig when fucking him in the missionary position, however I do much prefer to fuck doggy as I am able to get in much deeper.

I've been fucked in alleys, in cars, in a church parking lot, during the daytime, in vacant lots, adult bookstores, theaters, both adult, and regular theaters, video booths, got fucked in a DJ booth once, in bathrooms, bedrooms,,hotels/motels, in my back yard, on the beach, in a cops car, in a school bus (after hours, and everyone involved was an adult), by the side of a busy highway, where people could, and did, see..., in public bathrooms, at malls, and restaurants. I'll take cock and cum anywhere I can get it! Atlantic City, NJ here...

I wonder how many fathers watch their faggot cumdump sons sucking cocks and getting fucked on videos they find online

Generally speaking, the early Treasure Island vids, where performers really enjoyed pig sex and kept changing locations and partners, kept me incredibly hard. Hard because this is what I wanted too. Then, after my last long-term relationship ended some 6 years ago, I wanted to continue bb fun at the bathhouses and at the FukdTO bb sex parties here. I'm still smiling and enjoying myself like they did in those vids, striving to be the best vers pig daddy I can be. Yes, I admit that there have been some STDs along the way, but bb sex feels SO much better and fulfilling in more ways than one (your or my hole LOL!). Their pig sex dared me to become more piggier in my sex life.

This morning, one of my regular fuck boy Dwayne, came over. My own boy Drew and I were so fukkin horny, we hadn't cum for days. We were both buck naked and hard when Drew arrived. We both fucked his mouth while we decided who was first up. Dwayne lay face down on out bed with a pillow under his waist so his ass was in the air. Drew went first - he mounted Dwayne and went up him balls deep and pounded him. I love watching Drew's ass thrust while he fucks. I buried my face in Drew's crack and ate him out while he shot his load into Dwayne. My turn next. I mounted Dwayne and slid easily inside him. Drew's sperm felt so good on my shaft. I pumped Dwayne while Drew gripped my balls tight - I like that. I grunted and emptied my nut sack into Dwayne. I rimmed his ass and licked our loads from his hole. I then got to watch Dwayne breeding Drew. After 30 mins I seeded Drew, enjoying Dwayne's load in his hole.

Chapter 6. On the drive to the sex club, Sam kept working my boy’s cummy hole with his buttplug. We parked and pulled his shorts up, an obscene stain of wet seed oozing out around the plug. We went in the backdoor of a bar and down a steep flight of steps. Sam said to me, ‘I figured he’d like it anonymous, knowing how he feels about blindfolds and strangers’ cum.’ There was an attendant there checking names off a list. Sam confirmed that the cops had reserved a spot for my boy to take ten loads. They’d set up an ad with pics and told multiple men that they should save their loads for the guy in the red jockstrap. Sam led us down a dark hallway to a room with wooden partitions, waist high shelves and circular openings. He told me to wait there and took my boy around a corner. My boy’s legs came through the opening as he shimmied towards the opening, leaving his jockstrapped ass cheeks right at the edge and his legs hanging there. Sam strapped him into place on their side of the wall. I could hear Sam kissing my boy through the wall as I worked that buttplug in and out. I noticed a marker hanging on a cord right by my boy’s ass and shuddered when I realized guys might use it to tally up his load count. Sam appeared and I helped him hoist my boy’s legs into place, exposing his hungry hole. Sam pulled the plug out and pushed my face into the sloppy spillage oozing out. Several POZ loads mixed with ass juice. It tasted delicious. As I feasted on his ruined pussy, Sam smeared some seed on his fingers and forced them into my ass crack. I moaned as Sam tapped my shoulder, and I noticed several men milling about in the darkness. Sam took the cummy buttplug and lined it up with my ass. Already lubed with frothy cum, it slipped in, my boy’s assjuice and cum lube seeping into my own guts. One after another, the men walked up to my boy, worked their hands and cocks into him, leaving him more gaped and more cum-filled than he’d ever been, the whole while Sam teased my ass with that cummy plug. Ten men did indeed breed him that night, and Sam assured me that they were all toxic. He hung around and took photos of the raw dicks sliding into my boy’s greedy pussy. After every other guy, I lapped up what was pouring out of my boy’s ruined cunt. Man #1 – Short and just-this-side of heavy, olive skin, short fat uncut cock with hairy balls. Came deep inside as I massaged his furry sack. He left the first tick mark on my boy’s ass. Man #2 & 3 – They seemed like a couple, one older, one younger. The older guy was nearly bald, saggy pecs and butt, but a big, long slender dick. His partner slid into his ass while the older man rocked back and forth. He pulled out to shoot on my boy’s ass. It was runny and wet. The younger guy smeared his partner’s cum onto his dick and fucked it into my boy. Two more ticks. Man #4 – A really worked out guy with pumped up muscles, sweaty from head to toe. His dick was pretty small and spongey soft. With my boy’s hole so opened up, he mashed it into the cummy mess and my boy’s hole just engulfed it. He had a big biohazard tattoo between his shoulder blades. I was actively helping a man with a biohazard tattoo raw fuck my boy. He held still while my boy ground his ass onto it and then leaked his load out. Another tick mark. Man #5 – He was beefy, maybe mid-40s, shaved head, wearing a harness. Sam kissed him and guided his dick into my boy. He held the man’s harness and rammed him back and forth into my boy. As he filled my boy up, Sam kissed him hard, then whispered to me, ‘this is the cock that converted me. He’s still unmedicated…’ He was so sexy. As he made a stroke mark on my boy’s ass, bringing the load count to five, ‘Sam tells me you’re getting you boy POZ fucked and stretched out.’ I nodded. ‘Bring him over to my play den sometime. I’ll really stretch him out for you.’ I nodded, hoping Sam would make those arrangements. He added, ‘Your ass is begging for toxic seed too. When can I breed you?’ Sam told him we were still working up to that. Man #6 – Maybe a skater, slender tall guy with tight jeans. He shuffled them down just far enough to slide into my boy’s ass. When he finished, he pulled back. His whole crotch was soaked with seed. I only noticed the scorpion tattoo near his pubes as he started to pull his pants up. He made a new tick for my boy’s sixth load. Man #7 and #8 – The cops showed up, but they’d already bred my boy tonight, so they don’t count, even though they did slide in again, stirring up and churning all of that seed in my boy. They had brought along two friends. These guys were big and covered in tattoos. Sam told me later that they were on parole and the cops kept a close eye on them. They each filled my boy to the brim and each left a tick mark. The cops hung around, lapping at my boy’s pussy then tonguing my hole, lubing my plug up with strangers’ cum. Man #9 – A guy in his 20s, maybe still in college. He looked pretty geeky with floppy hair and glasses, but between his legs, he sported a huge cock. With my boy so stretched it, it slid right in. The guy smiled at me and brought my hands to his dangling low-hanging balls. The guy told me to put them in. I didn’t understand what he was asking, then realized he wanted me to put both his balls inside my boy. That was hot. With both his balls in my boy’s puffy cunt, the guy hammered away and lost his load. He hefted his balls out then wrapped his cock with his hand and put them both inside. He left another tick mark, pulled out with a torrent of seed, and walked away. Man #10 – This guy was hot, sunken cheeks. Big hairy saggy ass. He smiled at Sam, then looked at me. ‘Did you hear this pig’s story? Got himself a boyfriend. The boyfriend helped him become a real slut, even taking POZ loads. So nasty. Sounds like that boyfriend deserves to be filled with POZ cum too!’ My dick drooled at the thought. The man grunted and came deep inside my boy, leaving his load and a tenth tick mark. With ten loads churning in his hole, Sam helped me unlatch my boy’s legs. He suggested I offer the buttplug to my boy. I had forgotten it was even in me, alongside many POZ loads. I pulled it out and eased it into my boy. Sam went around and helped pull my boy back through the hole. I heard them kissing and whispering, something like, ‘Yeah, it’s time…’ The three of us kissed when they reappeared around the corner. Sam led us to a dark room with a double height fuckbench in the middle. Sam guided me to the lower level and had me lay on my shoulder with my ass up, exposing my stretched-out hole. Having been plugged all evening, I felt the cool air inside my own cunt. Sam helped my boy to the upper level, squatting over my open hole. Sam pulled the plug out of his pussy, and my boy released over ten toxic loads in a gush, directly into my own hungry ass. With my own hole fully loaded, Sam worked the plug into my ass and then produced an even bigger one and rammed it inside my boy. ‘There you go, boys. Now, both of you are filled with POZ cum. This is what you both wanted, yeah?’ Sam drove my car back to our place and spent the night. In fact, he spent the next several nights. He now comes by whenever he wants to. With both of our holes ready to accept all cummers, Sam regularly breeds both of us and often brings his friends. I love when a stranger lays down, my boy squatted over his cock, and I get to insert it right into his ruined hole. We still keep a jar of gloryhole seed; it makes the best lube. When I’m harvesting cum, I sometimes let guys cum inside me so I can squeeze it into the jar while my boy watches. I’m glad I was able to open my boy up to his darker fantasies, and that we now share them. The End.

smack me around

Love him slapping me, reminds me what I am

I love being dominated by a top, especially when I am sucking his cock. The focus is on his cock and his pleasure. I shouldn't have to be reminded, but being slapped and corrected is as hot as taking his cock to his satisfaction and receiving his praise. I'm a tool, a toy, a cocksucker for him to use to get his nut. He can shove his fingers in my mouth and have me suck them, whether it's one or four. He can hold my head and pushing his cock deep in my throat. Nose flattened in his pubes. His hands pushing your head against his crotch restricting your air. Waiting for his release. A long slow face fucking. I'm hard just thinking about it.

After browsing the forum I imagine not of the guys on here inquire about status when hooking up with a guy. But have any neg guys on here let a poz guy nut in them, knowing they are poz? I had an opportunity awhile ago to get fucked by a mixture of poz and neg guys, but declined. I feel like such a fool

Bobby had been chatting with Steven off and on for a few weeks. Bobby was instantly drawn to Steven the first time he saw him on Grindr. And he was disappointed when Steven revealed he had HIV not too long after their first chat. Still, Bobby found himself drawn to Steven. Bobby was rather particular when it came to guys; and Steven matched every one of his preferences: tall, lean, white, smooth and under 30. Bobby wanted to be with him so bad, but couldn't bring himself to say it. The fear of HIV was just too much to face. Steven didn't need to do very much persuading, though - at least to keep Bobby talking to him. All it took was for Steven to send Bobby one picture of his thick tool for Bobby to stay interested. Over a few days, the conversations turned increasingly more sexual and suggestive. Bobby would send messages along the lines of "if you didn't have HIV, I'd like you fuck me every night. " Steven had heard those types of things before, but wasn't distressed when Bobby said it. He saw an opening unfolding. Bobby finally got the nerve to invite Steven over to hang out and "Maybe jerk each other off" if they decided they liked each other in real life. From the moment Steven walked into Bobby's apartment, Bobby could barely think straight. Steven was clever enough to wear basketball shorts and a wife beater which showed his body off amazingly well; he also had calculated it would be best to go commando; and the outline of his thick cock was very evident, even as he was soft and clothed. It was hard for Bobby to not stare at Steven; and Bobby felt himself getting hard just at seeing the hints of what Steven was packing. Bobby was still distracted and nervous about the possibility of doing anything with a poz guy. He figured a strong drink or two would help calm the nerves. After the second stiff drink kicked in, Bobby was feeling less timid. "So, lemme see that big dick of yours" Bobby finally requested. Steven stood up from the couch next to Bobby, faced him, and then slowly pulled down his shorts. A semi-hard cock began to appear as Steven pulled them down. And then Steven pulled his shorts past the top of his cock and it spring up slightly, still not fully hard. Bryan just stared and admired it, while his own cock stiffened in his jeans. "I think it's safe to say we like each other, so go ahead and jerk it," Steven prompted Bobby. Bobby tried not to seem too eager as he grabbed the dick dangling in front of him. Steven wasn't the longest dick Bryan had seen, but he sure was the thickest. It reminded Bobby of a slinky for a moment. Bobby tugged on it gently. "Yeah, stroke that cock like you want it," Steven urged him on. Bobby continued to slowly pull on the hardening cock as it thickened in his hand. "I won't tell anyone if you put it in your mouth. It's safe," Steven invited. Bobby stroked it a few more times as he considered it. He was nervous about putting this dick in his mouth, but was so desperately wanting to inhale as much of it as he could. A few moments later, and Bobby was struggling to wrap his mouth around Steven's thick shaft and make his way part-way down the wide girth stretching his mouth. "Oh yeah, suck on that dick," Steven whispered, "choke on my cock. Go all the way down." Bobby did as instructed, trying to put the thought of HIV out of his head. The involuntary choke that occurred as he tried to go all the way down distracted him from his worrying. He now felt challenged by this big cock and determined to deep-throat it entirely. "Fuck yeah, keep sucking on that dick," Steven said as he reached around and grabbed the back of Bobby's head to quicken the pace with assertive pulls on the head. "Mmmm..." Bobby moaned, his mouth had never been more stuffed with dick before; and he was rock-hard as he savored the meat in his mouth. Just a few minutes later, Bobby found himself on his bed still enjoying the big dick in his mouth while Steven laid back. Steven had a proposition for Bobby. "Hey, I have an idea," he said as Bobby slobbered on his cock. "I know you're afraid to get fucked .. but how about I just put my dick into you gently, and let it stay there without any fucking. Just so you can feel it inside you." Bobby stopped his work for the moment, turned to Steven and responded "Uh, I don't know. It sounds risky." "It's pretty low risk. I'm on meds and all. Besides, I won't be fucking you. I'll just slowly put it in and hold still while you jerk off and pretend I'm fucking you." Bobby was inwardly excited by the proposal, thinking to himself How risky could it be? It would only be a little penetration. A few moments later, Bobby's heart was racing as Steven made his way in between his spread legs, and positioned his spit-covered cock in line with Bobby's smooth hole. Steven licked his fingers and applied more spit to Bobby's pink pleasure spot. "Here it comes." Steven said as he slowly pressed his tip against the hole with assertive, but gentle pressure. Bobby's heart was pounding incredibly hard. "I should stop," he said to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say the words. He was more turned-on than he was scared. The feeling of the tip of the thick cock making its way inside him was too enticing to stop. Steven pulled out a tad, and pressed in a bit more, picking up more spit to help lube the path inside. Bobby bit his lip and found himself closing his eyes, not his usual practice during sex, but he couldn't bring himself to watch a poz cock enter his ass. Somehow, closing his eyes made the reality less real. "That's it - how's it feeling?" Steven asked. Bobby forced himself to take a few long breaths. The thick tip stretched his hole and burned, but Bobby knew that the burn wouldn't last long. A few minutes later of of very slow gentle pressure, and Steven was half-way into Bobby's ass. The anxiety building in Bobby was being slowly washed away by the pleasure of his hole being filled. "Do you like it there?" Steven asked. "Mmm .. yeah .. that feels great," Bobby answered, his eyes still clenched closed. Steven held the cock in place for nearly a minute while Bobby jerked on his now rock-hard cock. Steven reasoned now was a good time to make his next move, "I'm getting a cramp, I'm just gonna re-position a bit" and with that Steven swayed his upper body a little, and pushed another inch deeper into Bobby's wanting hole. "Oh fuck!" Bobby blurted as he felt the cock invading further. He opened his eyes for a moment, only to quickly shut them again so as to not 'see' what was unfolding. "Sorry, you okay?" Steven answered. "Yeah, damn, that feels amazing. Right there." Steven held it in place as Bobby stroked more. "Oh fuck, that feels amazing," Bobby revealed as he stroked his thin smooth cock furiously. "I need to readjust again, sorry .. cramp again," Steven said, using the same lie to to take advantage of the tight hot hole further. Bobby was too horned up by this point to be concerned, and gasped as he felt the cock slide in further. He almost didn't realize that Steven pulled his cock out a bit and slid it back in a couple of times. The pleasure was overwhelming him. Steven held still again and asked, "So, what position do you like better? The first one or the this one?" Bobby stopped moaning for a moment, "I dunno .. they are both amazing." Steven slid his cock back a little and said, "You like position one?" and then slid it back in where it was "or position two?" "Ohh! Two! Damn - two!" Bobby nearly squealed in reply. "Okay .. and do you like two - or three3?" and with that slid in even deeper, almost three-quarters into Bobby's now inviting ass. "Fuck! Three! I LOVE three!" Bobby proclaimed. "Hmmm, okay, what's better? One...or three?" Steven pulled back and then thrust back to his deepest position. "Mmmm! Fuck! Three! Definitely three!" Bobby was beside himself. Any thought of HIV was buried deep in the back of his head while every part of his mind was screaming for more cock. Steven knew Bobby was giving in and continued progressing. "Hey, this is hard to hold here .. can you roll onto your stomach? I can hold your favorite position better." "Yeah .. hell yeah!" Bobby instantly agreed. Steven slowly slid out his cock; and Bobby complied and flipped onto his belly; and then Steven moved back into position. "So, when I'm outside you, this is position zero," Steven explained, "now, here's one, then, two, and your favorite, three" as he slid back into the hole he was exploiting. "Oh God, yes!" Bobby gladly accepted the cock back inside him. "Do you want to try a different number?" Steve asked playfully. "Yeah, man!" Bobby nearly begged. "Here comes position five .." and he paused. Bobby anxiously awaited. The pause seemed like an eternity. And then Bobby felt a deep pressure burying in his hole. "Holy fuck! I love five - fuckin' love five!" Bobby shot back. Steven slid back some, "You prefer five to three?" "Yes! I want five again. Gimme five!" Steven responded by pushing back deep into position number five. Bobby had never felt such ecstasy rushing through him. "Ready for the next number?" Steven asked, anticipating the answer. "Fuck yeah!" Bobby answered. "Here's six!!! and this time, Steven was not as gentle, he jabbed as deep as he could. Bobby shuddered as he felt the stabbing pain, but then pleasure washed over him again. "God damn .. holy fuck!" Bobby couldn't find words to describe the pleasure his ass was getting. "I love it. I love it!!!" Steven knew Bobby was under his full control now, "if you want, you can call out different position numbers, and I can change as you want them. For example, here's one to five." Steven pulled back and pressed back in. "And here's two to six" and again demonstrated with a rock and thrust that nearly made Bobby cum. "Oh shit! That's fucking incredible! Do one to five!" Bobby demanded. Steven obliged. "Two to six!" Bobby requested enthusiastically. It didn't even occur to him that he was getting his ass pounded. He was just picking numbers, as far as he thought. Again, Steven thrust appropriately. "I want zero to six!" Bobby couldn't get enough. Steven pulled all the way out, and slammed it back all the way in. "Oh FUCK!" Bobby nearly screamed at the onslaught of pleasure and pain simultaneously. "Ohh, I see what you like, now.." Steven said in his continuous playful tone. Without awaiting a response, Steven pulled all the way out, and gave Bobby another slam; and repeated three more times. Bobby was so turned on, tears were involuntarily forming at the corner of his eyes. "You mind if I pick some random numbers to give you? I think you'll like them." Steven was leading his now vulnerable conquest. "Fuck, yeah!" Bobby responded with a wide smile. "Here it comes!" Steven announced. Bobby felt the thick cock slowly sliding out and in for a few moments. Steven picked up his pace and did a few deep jabs. He then returned to slow strokes, varying his depth with each push. "Oh shit!" Bobby had a hard time verbalizing the pleasure he was feeling, "Fuck ! FUCK! FUCK!" And then, Steven stopped, and held position. "Keep going!" Bobby insisted. Steven, however, held still, about three-quarters deep for several moments. The pause was torturing Bobby as he was on the verge of erupting any moment. "Please fuck me!" Bobby urged. Steven leaned in close to Bobby's ear and said, "I'm so fucking turned on. I love your ass. If I keep going, I won't be able to stop; and you're gonna end up full of my poz cum." Bobby couldn't even consider the risk at this point; he was too turned on to care and instantly replied with, "Do it! fuck my ass! I want your cum!" Steven resumed his slow fucking and gradually picked up his pace and depth. Bobby replied with escalating moans as Steven picked up his pace. Bobby felt a tongue enter his ear and felt a hot wet sensation as Steven probed deep into his ear with his tongue and then whispered, "You're gonna get my poz cum. I'm gonna fucking own your ass!" Bobby didn't blink. He surrendered to the thick pleasure stick that was now more than familiar with his ass, and he was determined to let it remain at any direction Steven desired. "Have my ass!" Bobby pleased, "I'm yours! Own my ass." And with those last four words, Steven was drilling Bobby without any hesitation or reservation. Bobby's head bumped up against the headboard a few times while Steven made a point to jab as forcefully as he could. "Unnh! Unnh! Of .. FUCK! FUCK!" Bobby blurted. "When you're ready for my poz cum up your ass, call out for number ten!" Steven commanded. It didn't take Bobby but a few seconds to cry out, "Now! Fuck! I want number ten now! Gimme ten! Ten!" And before he could mutter another word, he heard the loudest slapping noises he ever heard during sex and felt balls slamming against his hole with each quickening thrust. Only now was Bobby starting to realize that he wasn't just changing positions of a cock gently making his way into him. There was no escaping what was occurring. A thick cock was violently assaulting his hole. A thick poz cock was about to shoot cum deep into him. And Bobby was surprised to find this realization didn't scare him; it only turned him on even more. He wasn't supposed to do this; and he was letting go. "Cum in me! I'm yours! Cum .. deep .. up .. my ass!" he managed to belt out. "Take my poz load you fucking cum slut!" Steven insisted while he unloaded deep inside Bobby with continuous deep and quick thrusts. Bobby's ass felt instantly wet and full. The thought of poz cum being shot up his ass managed to excite him to the brink; and Bobby came at the same time into the sheet beneath him. Steven left his dick deeply buried with Bobby until every last drop was deposited into his newly owned hole. The awareness of what actually occurred slowly dawned on Bobby. And his more rational reaction was to try and clean himself. "Umm .. I need to shower," he said as he nearly darted out of bed for the shower. Steven took the opportunity to put on his clothes and leave Bobby to reflect on what he just gave in to.

On my knees with the top sitting in a desk chair with spread open legs. His hand on my head or clenching my hair to pleasure him at any cost

Mine found me online and that’s how him and his friends started using me!

When SBN (event in London every Sunday) was running (here’s hoping it comes back soon). I would get there close to opening time. Get myself into a good position and take cock for the next 7 hours, moving around when it quietened down in one spot. Typically would get perhaps 20 -30 fucks, maybe 10 loads+ . Some sundays were better, where you would suddenly get a line of people and 4-5, last time I was there close to closing time probably took 7 loads in about 30’ as people were looking to dump before heading out

There are a couple of fellow bottoms on here that I would go hunting with. The thought of having us bent over and our hips rubbing together whilst being fucked and kissing each other gets me off. Also a cock swopping from one hole to another of fellow bottoms is horny.

I visited the website and they have opportunities in many cities. Redhood for me if I go!

It was one of those days at work when it seemed like half the office was out with some kind of bug. But I had an itch. I wanted to fuck. So I got online and within a few minutes, a guy and I chatted. I liked his rapid-fire response. He was horny like me and obviously wanted to get it on. He was 41 with a solid bod, or so the pics appeared. He was about 170 and 5 feet, 6 inches tall with light brown hair and a nice goatee. He had some hair pretty much all over, but he was not a bear or even what I'd consider moderately hairy. He worked outdoors, so it was still tan, even here in the dead of a gloomy winter. In the last few moments of directions, he asked me how I wanted to be met at the door. "Naked," I responded. "No prob." Now, I've asked this of others and found, for the most part, people put something on, even if it's just a towel. But when the door swag open wide at his handsome home, I was pleased to see a naked and tattooed man. I pulled him close, kissing him deeply, and automatically cupping one of his ass cheeks. We were upstairs quickly and he was on his knees sucking my cock immediately. I removed much of my clothing leaving my cock sliding into his warm mouth. Letting him fully taste my now leaking cock. I grabbed his chin and bent over, my cock leaving his lips with a pop, until we were kissing deeply again. I finished removing what was left of my clothes in that kiss. I broke away and he looked up at me. Despite this butch man's appearance, it was obvious he craved to be dominated. And I was not going to disappoint. So I pushed him onto his hands and knees to get a closer look at his ass. I spread his cheeks and, with only a moment's pause, dived in tongue-first, jabbing at his pucker. Of course, I slobbered plenty. I love fucking with only spit as lube. Some call it prison lube. Whatever you want to call it, there's something natural about fucking with only spit and ass juice. Adding cum for good measure doesn't hurt either. "Oh fuck yea!" he grunted. "Taste my fuck hole." I dug in deeper, plunging my tongue in for a taste of that sweet, sweet hole. "You gotta taste it too," I came up for air and pulled him up and around, kissing him so he could lick the flavor of his ass off my tongue. And he moaned as he voraciously kissed. I leaned back and guided his head toward my cock. He went down like a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet. He came up for air just a moment. "GODDAMN! I love precum!" He screamed. Then he went back to eating my cock, which I am sure was leaking plenty for him. I pushed him off after a while and hiked him up onto a low chair, pushing his legs high. I went down to that hole for just a moment before coming up on my knees. For the first time, I reached around to the pocket of my jeans and pulled out a brown bottle of poppers. I took a deep snort after opening it and handed it to him. He snorted deeply too and handed me the bottle back. I put the top on. Then I shoved my cock into his hole. I didn't ask if he wanted it raw or not. Didn't really give a shit. I was going to fuck him. There wasn't a protest. Just a loud grunt followed by a deep growl. Someone liked a cock in their ass. So I went to town, fucking the shit out of him, letting him know who was in control. I grabbed the arms of the chair and as I thrusted into him, I pulled on those arms so his ass was coming toward me as my cock was going it. He loved it. After about 10 minutes of non-stop fucking, I pulled out and backed away. His eyes popped open and gazed down at my red, rockhard cock. "Is that precum?" he finally asked, pointing at the bead of pearl on the tip of my cock. "Looks like it." There was a pause, but I knew what he wanted to ask. I didn't give him the chance. I stood up and pulled his face toward my cock. His mouth opened with anticipation, but I held it just an inch or two away. "You want that precum?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said. "You want to taste your own ass juice?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said, with no hesistation. "Ask me then," I said. He looked up at me, swallowed hard and then said, "Please, Sir, might I suck your cock? I would like to taste my ass juice and your precum on it." I looked as if I was contemplating, but then pulled his face to my cock and let him slurp it up. He was digging it. "Do your ass juice taste good, boy?" I asked. "Yes Sir," he said, coming off my cock only long enough to answer. I pulled him off and then turned him around to fuck him doggie style. I opened up his ass, seeing a lot of juice already leaking out of it. I scooped a little up. "Open your mouth," I said. He looked around and did so. As I pushed my wet left hand in front of his face and he started licking, I pushed my cock past the barrier again. I continued an assault on his ass, pulling out only to feed my cock to him. Letting him get a good taste of his ass and my precum. The combination of constant fucking, occasionally sucking and plenty of poppers had us ripe with sweat. I finally too him to his bedroom, pushing him flat and face down so I could really fuck him at will. I plunged my cock into his hole. Bare. Raw. By now, sweat was all we needed for lube. He was grunting with each thrust, pushing his ass up to meet my seven-and-a-half-inch cock. "Please, Sir," he said. "What?" I asked, still pushing my cock into his hole. "Would you please shoot your load?" he asked. "It's going deep inside your ass," I said with no emotion. He just moaned. A few minutes later, I was breathing hard. Almost there. Almost. And then I did it, pushing my cock as deep and as far inside as I could go. I let loose. My cock throbbed. "OH FUCK!" he screamed. "I CAN FEEL IT!" And my cum started shooting into his ass. "GAWD-FUCKING-DAMN! Feel that cum!" he screamed and grunted. After a few minutes of recovery, his ass massaging my still-hard cock, I pulled out and rolled over. "Thank you," he said, looking at me. "You're not done yet," I said. "Oh?" he looked. "Clean my cock off, boy," I said. He was only happy to oblige.

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.

Speaking as someone who has been there, you need to accept that bottoming bareback without PrEP is for all intents and purposes bugchasing. If you go bareback with one guy, you are going to be sorely tempted to go bare with the next one because it honestly feels that much better. I went from total condom nazi to letting one guy talk me into it (with the help of lots of poppers) to begging every top to fuck me bare within 3 months, and this was around 1990 when HIV was still pretty much a death sentence. I was totally bareback-only by 1995. I have no clue how I made it until PrEP came out without getting pozzed. Somewhere along the line I realized I was an actual bugchaser. Then I met a guy, and we were monogamous for a long while. When we opened up our relationship even though we both knew it was risky, we went right back to barebacking the way we both had been before we met. Even though he truly loved me (he passed away last year), he still got off on lining guys up to breed me even though we both knew the next guy could have been poz either unknowingly or actively stealthing. We even did that at the bathhouse a few times on trips to big cities. Is it possible to take bare loads and not get pozzed? Yes, but you cannot count on it. Does taking a bare load from one guy you trust make you more likely to take the next one bare? Yes, it almost always does. Does bareback feel good enough that guys will risk their health fuck after fuck for years? Absolutely, you need to decide if you want to be one of those guys.

Of course. You’re probably a sub like me so. We get off on being used, abused, and made feel inferior by the man we have the good fortune to be sucking/have fucking us. It’s his right to do as he pleases with us, and so much the better if that’s to physically let us know he’s superior. Now go get your ass spanked, your hair pulled, your neck choked, large objects shoved in your hole, led around on a lead, spat on, used as a footstool, a fuck toy for his friends, etc etc. Enjoy it :)

that's me for sure. I really had no choice. I have always been a cockhungry, cumthirsty, cocksucking bareback bottom with a lust for multiple cocks all the time. Even blowing groups of guys, gang bangs and public sex came to me naturally. being passed around and whored out to other men, and being a bathhouse cumdumpster, porntheatre slut and a tranny fucktoy are what I was born to do.

I suspect that I sometimes annoy potential tops by asking their status but I do it because I’m trying to make it clear very quickly that I’m comfortable with their answer regardless of what it is. But I find that gives me a very natural segue into reassuring them that I’m not only ok with their response (whatever their answer), I’m turned on by the idea.

even better than blindfold is sensory deprivation hood

8. Jay "He came in you, didn't he?" Tucker asked me. I couldn't quite believe it myself either. Six hours ago, I was chatting with a girl, hoping to get her home. But now, a second man had just cum in my hole. Even though I barely knew him, I was still milking his dick, trying to get every drop of thick white cum out of him. I had a nagging memory, of high school health class, of gay friends telling me their fears, that this wasn't a good idea. That I was putting myself at risk. But there was a bigger imperative that I couldn't ignore. I wanted more. More men. More dick. More cum. I would worry about the aftermath later. "Yeah," I said, smiling. "He did." Damon had shot his load in my hole. The very idea made me happier than I ever remember being, and I never wanted it to end. "Lucky," Tucker said. Damon pushed his dick into me once more. It also pushed his load deeper into me. "Don't worry," Damon said. He pulled out his cock, leaving me suddenly empty. "There's more for you." Tucker swallowed and forced a smile. "Great," he said, but I could see the terror in his eyes. I wondered what it had been like for him, getting fucked so intensely that he had passed out. I wondered what he had thought about, as the blackness enveloped him even as Damon's cock continued its relentless assault. The fear must have been overpowering, yet there was nothing he could have done about it. But the thought quickly drifted away from me. All I could think about was how my ass was an empty void, and how much I wanted another dick in me. "Looks like that hit the spot," Aiden said. I nodded, not sure what the right answer was. "And that you need another cock up your ass." I nodded my head again. "Let's leave these two," he continued, then turned to Tucker. "I'll check up on you guys later. And Tucker, make sure you keep him happy." "Yeah, uh, sure boss," Tucker stammered. I looked down; I didn't want to meet his eyes as I went off with Aiden and left Tucker alone and unsupervised with Damon. I noticed that his cock had shriveled up like mine and wondered what the cause was; Damon's dick was semi-hard, and Aiden's was straining against the white underwear he had on. "Good boy," he said, then motioned for me. "Come on. I have some new friends for you to meet." The lights had been turned down even more, and I almost lost Aiden in the darkness. At least his white underwear gave me something to follow. Eventually, he stopped by the bar; it was an oasis of light, with a small light suspended over it. There was one other man there, a man a little shorter than me, wearing only a pair of red sneakers. He was thick with muscles, had a thick, trimmed beard and broad, and sported an amazingly hairy chest. Through the neatly trimmed chest hair, I could see a few tattoos. Even soft, his cock was still thick and long, hanging down over balls clearly heavy with cum. "Alex," Aiden said to the man. "Hey," Alex said. "This is Jay. He's new here tonight." Aiden turned to me. "This is Alex. I'll let you guys get to know each other properly." "First night, huh?" Alex asked. I nodded. "Welcome," he said. He reached over and ran his hand through my chest hair. Alex's fur was darker and thicker; next to him my light brown chest hair seemed almost non-existent. "You're a cute one." "Thanks," I said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him. His skin was warm and he smelled like a man, a bit sweaty and musky. If I needed any other reminder of his masculinity, his dick was pressing against my thigh, already semi-hard. Before I could say anything else, he leaned in, lifted his head up, and kissed me. The height difference was a bit disconcerting, that he was both shorter and the more dominant one. But I quickly forgot about anything other than the feeling of his body next to mine and his tongue in my mouth. "See what you are doing to me?" he asked as he broke off our kiss. I looked down and saw that his cock was now nestled between my legs and pointing straight forward. His cockhead was just nestled against my hole. "Nice," he said. He pushed his hips in, letting the head rub against the cum leaking out of me. "You've been fucked already, haven't you?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah," I said. "Three times," I continued, blushing. It felt odd, to be admitting how many men had used me. I wondered what time it was and how many hours had passed since that first, almost innocent, kiss with Rod. "Nice," Alex said, pressing his furry body even closer to me. "That's hot," he said. "Especially on your first night here." "Yeah," I said. I mean, it had felt nice having another man cum in me, even if it hadn't ever happened to me before. It felt natural to be gently grinding my ass against Alex's dick. But, everything was still so new and confusing. I had been indoctrinated into heterosexuality my entire life, and suddenly a new door had opened for me. "It's been fun," I finally said. "Good," Alex said. He had an arm wrapped around me. It made me feel safe. "Want to have a bit more fun?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. I pushed my hips against his, feeling his dick slide against my hole. I wanted it inside me. I stopped worrying what people thought about me. I stopped worrying what I thought about myself. I focused on what felt good. I focused on what I wanted. "I want you. Inside me." "That's what I want too, boy," he said, and kissed me. His beard was surprisingly soft on my face. "But first, that hole needs to be eaten out. Follow me." This time, he held my hand, dragging me into the dark room of men. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Damon and Tucker arrive at the bar right as we left. But before I could confirm, other men stepped into my vision, some naked, some with jockstraps, but I as I saw now, no one was fully clothed any longer. Alex guided me to a corner, then pushed me up against a wall. It was forceful, but not rough, and my hole twitched in anticipation. I remembered how good Rod's tongue had felt against my asshole, and I instinctively pushed out my ass so Alex could bury his furry face in it. He got down on his knees behind me and pressed his tongue into my crack. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. "Gotten fucked good, I can tell." "Yeah," I moaned, as he pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my hole to his explorations. It was a bit uncomfortable, to be exposed like this in front of a stranger, but at the same time, my heart was pounding in pleasure. "Oh god," I moaned as he rubbed his beard against my hole. It was just as soft as it was against my lips, and I couldn't wait to feel his dick inside me as well. "So fucking tasty," he said, as his tongue pushed into my hole. I wanted him inside me, but at the same time I was conscious that he was lapping up the cum that had been injected into me. I wanted him to stop; those loads were mine to keep. The men had injected them deep into me. They had marked me, let me share some of their masculinity. But, almost as quickly as I had that thought, I wanted his tongue to push deeper. I needed to open myself up to him, and allow him to experience me as intimately and as completely as the other men had. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Despite how turned on I was, it was small and soft. I was aroused as I had ever been, but yet, my dick was being recalcitrant and stubborn. It didn't matter; so far, all the men had been more than satisfied to use their stiff manhood against my hole. Still, I couldn't help but play with myself. "That's it boy," Alex said, between diving back between my cheeks and returning to my hungry hole. "Play with yourself." Notwithstanding my hand on my dick and his mouth on my hole, I remained perversely soft. I glanced around; the men were stiff and hard, their cocks straining against their underwear and sliding in and out of tight holes. The men were proud of their dicks and the pleasure each one got from their erections. All around me, there were men, enjoying their bodies and their cocks. I wondered what was wrong with me. Alex pulled away from my ass. I could feel how wet he had gotten my hole with the combination of his spit and the semen still dripping out. He stood back up and turned me around. We kissed; his whiskers were wet and the fluids dripped into my mouth. I had only tasted my own cum before; I recognized the familiar salty bitterness of semen, but the flavors were different from the times I had tasted mine. I was tasting the semen that had been fucked into my hole. It had been so long since I had tasted another man's spooge. He hadn't called me a disgusting cocksucker yet, so I licked his beard again, this time intentionally and carefully. I thought I could taste each man who had pleasured himself with me. Rod's semen was like a fine whiskey, dark, mature, and intense. Damon's semen had an edge to it, the bodily fluid equivalent of a chip on his shoulder. But the differences didn't matter. What mattered was that each man had offered me such a special chance to get to know him, and that I had been able to receive their seed. "You like that, huh?" Alex asked me, as I licked his beard again. "Yeah," I said. I was a bit embarrassed with my admission. I wasn't supposed to be hungry for another man's semen, and I tried not to meet his eyes. "Nothing wrong with that. There's plenty more for you here." He motioned to the men around me. I looked around. On my left, a boy, not much older than myself, was kneeling down in front of a hairy, muscular, older man. The older man's chest hair was flecked with grey, but his cock was stiff and thick, and sliding in and out of the boy's mouth. On my left, another young guy was leaning against the window, his legs spread with a tall black man forcing a massive dick into his hole. "Here's one for you," Alex said. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down to my knees. My face was even with his dick. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and Alex's cockhead slid in, like two magnets clasping together. I looked up, Alex was staring down at me, smiling. "Go ahead," he said. "Your mouth feels great." I ran my tongue over his dickhead, licking up the pre-cum from his piss slit. "Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're good." It wasn't long before his dickhead was pressing up against the back of my mouth and demanding entrance to my throat. I didn't want to gag. I had seen girls gag on my own dick and it seemed disrespectful to Alex to reject his manhood like that. "It's your first night out," Alex said, smiling and stroking my curly hair. "Just relax. There's plenty of time to get used to this." I swallowed, and his cock slipped into my throat. It was an invasion, even more so than Rod's cock sliding into my asshole. It was easier to disassociate from the ass fucking than it was from a cock pushing its way into my throat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feeling of invasion. I wanted Alex to be inside me, to feel the pleasure I could give him. "Fuck, that's a nice throat," he said. I re-opened my eyes and looked up. His head was arched back, but I could still make out the expression of happiness on his face. I put my hands on his muscular thighs, balancing myself against his muscular bulk. They were thick and hairy, the way a man should feel. I turned back to his cock, focusing on the thick erection pushing its way into my body. Far from gagging on his dick like I feared, it felt good to have it in my throat. I was enjoying being down on my knees, servicing this hot, hairy, hard man. It felt good to be able to take Alex's cock, to be able to accept such a precious gift. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the pleasure of sucking dick. Alex's thick cock pushed into my throat. I might have gagged once or twice, but as intense as it felt, it was little consequence to Alex, and therefore, it wasn't important for me. Instead, it was just my way of thanking him for the pleasure of his dick in my throat. Once my nose was buried in his pubes, I lost track of time. Even a century wouldn't have been enough time to give him the pleasure I wanted. "You're enjoying this," Alex said, finally breaking my cocksucking reverie. "I can tell. The way your throat feels on my cockhead." I opened my eyes and looked up at him. His was smiling at me, his brown eyes wide in the dim light and the pleasure. I could see a tattoo across his chest; there was black text, but I was in the wrong position to read it. However, right in front of me, there was another tattoo, a red one, three interlocking semi-circles with barbed ends. The symbol looked familiar, dangerous and a bit sexy. However, it was hard to place it. Alex saw me staring at it. "You like it?" he asked. Even with his cock buried in my throat, I nodded. "It's my warning symbol. Just in case you had any doubts." I nodded again, not entirely sure what he meant by a warning symbol. No man as beautiful as him, with a cock so perfect needed a warning symbol. "Maybe you can earn one as well," he said. I nodded again. It didn't matter what he said. The only correct answer was to say yes, to give him any pleasure he wanted. He reached down and played with my hair. He ran his fingers through my thick curls, gently pushing me further down on his cock. I had thought I had gotten the full length of it into my throat but with his guidance, I found another inch of manhood disappear into my mouth. I gagged again, but the intense agony of it was merely my small gift towards Alex's pleasure. "That's it," Alex said. "Take it all." His voice was deep and resonant. I wondered if the entire room could hear him telling me what a good cocksucker I was. I glanced around, but the other men hadn't seemed to break their relentless rhythm of sucking, fucking, and making out. It was just me and Alex, at home in our universe of masculine pleasure. "Fuckin' sucked it hard," he said, as he released the pressure on my head. "Mmmmph," I managed to say, as I gasped for air. He had pulled his stiff shaft out. I was empty; there was only the puddles of cum in my ass to remind me of the men that had fucked me. However, the empty feeling in my gut was secondary to my need for air. I was gulping down air, smelling the heat and sweat from the men in the room. However, at close quarters, the dominant scent was Alex, a wild, masculine musk that reminded me of the old locker room on campus. My dick twitched again, but I knew it was still worryingly soft. He pulled me back up right and wrapped an arm around me. Although shorter, his arms were long and wrapped with muscle. He reached up, his thick beard rubbing up against my stubble, and kissed me. "You want me inside you?" he asked, before pressing his warm lips against mine and forcing his tongue inside of me. "Yes," I said, without hesitation. All that was important and all that was correct was to say yes to Alex's every sexual need. I had already let two men penetrate me. I was not in a position to deny him the simple pleasure of fucking me. "Yes," I repeated. "Good," he said. He kissed me once more, before skillfully spinning me around and leaning me up against the tall window. In front of me, spread out like diamonds were the lights of LA. It was mesmerizing, but even so, when Alex pressed his dickhead against my hole, I closed my eyes. I wanted to concentrate on the feeling of him pushing into me and possessing me. He pressed his hairy chest against my back and wrapped his arm back around me. I felt safe in Alex's embrace. It was both masculine and caring, a concept that had been alien to me only eight hours ago and was now almost natural and eternal. "Relax," he whispered into my ear. "This is for both of us to enjoy." I exhaled and he pressed his shaft into me. He was just as hard as ever, and his thick shaft filled me up, more than satisfying my deepest needs and urges. "Wet hole," he said, as the accumulated cum greased his path into my gut. "Fuck," I moaned. "That feels good." "Hell yeah," Alex said. His dick continued its relentless thrust into my body, pushing the semen already inside of me deeper into my guts. For a moment, I realized the danger that I was exposing myself to; there had been the endless, embarrassing high school sex ed classes with the unremitting reminders of the dangers of sex with a condom, much less the risks of unprotected sex. But the fear quickly passed. Alex was muscular and strong, healthy and fit, and it was hard to imagine any danger beyond his dick being too big for my hole. Or not big enough to satisfy my insatiable needs. Something had gotten to my head. My mind kept on slipping to sleazier thoughts and I was dangerously sanguine about the raw and intense sex I had been enjoying. I had let Alex penetrate me so easily, and his raw cock up my hole felt so natural and perfect. I remembered the bumps of cocaine that Aiden had given me and wondered if that was affecting me. Or the pipe that Damon had given me to smoke. Alex pressed his body against mine, his furry chest rubbing against my back. "Look out the window," he whispered. "All those lights." I nodded in agreement. It was beautiful, a private world that just he and I shared. Alex continued. "So white, intense. Like pools of sperm." He gently twisted my head back towards his, and we kissed. His tongue pressed into me, and I wasn't sure if I had ever been happier in my life. Alex's dick was now deep in my ass, thrusting in and out, rubbing the accumulated spooge into my body. I relished the feeling, that the two loads Rod had given me, the load that Damon had given me, and soon the load that Alex with gift me would be permanently a part of me. My dick twitched at the thought of the men marking me. "Mmmm," Alex whispered in my ear. "Tighten up that ass. Milk my dick dry." I tried my best to squeeze my ass around Alex's cock, but after three men, it felt loose. But he moaned each time, so it must have been having an effect. "Nice hole," he said. "We're going to have to play some more." He let his hand drift down towards my groin and it quickly found my dick. He played with it, but I remained just as soft as always. "You party tonight?" "Party?" I asked. I had no idea what he meant. "You know, tina? Crystal?" I realized what Damon had been letting me smoke. Friends had talked about crystal meth, how it fucked you up, sometimes permanently. But this wasn't fucked up. This was pure amazing, and if it lasted my entire life, it wouldn't be nearly long enough. "Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I have been." I blushed. I had just admitted using some crazy insane drug to this hot man. I was terrified of how he would respond and even the few seconds he paused before responding was fearful agony for me. "Nice," he whispered into my ear. "We need to PnP together. Damn hot tweaked out muscle bottom," he said. It was dirty and depraved and it made my dick twitch in pleasure. "Tonight?" he whispered. I was surprised he was asking me a question. He didn't need to do ask me anything. All I wanted him to do was to take what he wanted from me. It was my pleasure to give him whatever he required from me. "Yeah?" I asked. "Can I cum in you?" he asked. "Breed you?" I started nodding even before he had finished speaking. My desire had passed mere want, and it was now a fundamental need of mine to get more sperm inside me. "Yes," I said. "Of course. Cum in me. Breed me. Mark me." "That's what I want to hear," a new voice said. I looked away from the cityscape in front of me to see that Aiden had re-joined us. The two men, Alex and Aiden, might have been brothers, just separated by twenty-odd years. In the light from the window, I noticed how Aiden's chest hair was flecked with grey, and immediately wondered what it would look like with my cum sprayed across his chest. "A hungry boy." "Fucking hungry hole," Alex said. The two men kissed, as Alex pushed his dick deeper into me. I watched them make out, their eyes closed, each of them lost in their own private world of pleasure. "I'm going to breed your boy," Alex whispered to Aiden. "Fucking load him up with my seed." "Good," Aiden said. "I know he'd like that." Aiden ran his hand across my body, over my chest, down my flat stomach, before finding my traitorous dick. Despite my arousal, it was still soft, flaccid, and small. It was good that I was getting fucked, otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing situation. Aiden leaned down towards me and whispered into my ear. "I'm glad you're making so many new friends tonight. I'm glad you came to the party with me." I could only nod in agreement. "Feels good," I murmured, as Aiden pressed his lips against mine. His tongue pushed into my mouth, as he stroked my dick. "Him inside me." "Good," Aiden said. "It's supposed to feel good. Just enjoy it." He kissed me again. "Don't hold back. Don't be afraid. Everything is going to be just fine." "I want him to cum in me. Give me his seed." It was so strange to be saying those words, but yet it felt so natural. When I set out to the club that night, it was supposed to end that I was the one fucking some chick. I was the one who should have been injecting my sperm into her warm pussy. But instead, it was my hole that was getting defiled and degraded. "Tell him that," Aiden said. "Let Alex know what you want. What you need." It wasn't a command, but yet I knew there was no way I would ignore his request. It felt so reasonable and natural to tell Alex that my hole was his to breed. "Please, Alex," I said. "Cum in me. Give me your seed." "Is he?" Alex asked. I was confused, but then realized the question was directed at Aiden. I tried to figure out what Alex was asking. But, right as I focused, Alex pressed his dick back into me, and all I could do was moan in pleasure. "Nah. He's practically a virgin. But he's spoken for." Aiden stroked my dick, and the sensations overrode the foreboding I had about what he had just said. "Spoken for?" Alex asked. The way he said it gave me pause. I didn't want to be anyone's possession. I had just gotten out of my parent's house, and it was time to be my own man. But I remembered how protected I was when Rod wrapped his arms around me. Or how safe I felt with Aiden looking out for me at the party. Or most of all, how Alex cared for me enough to give me his load. Around these men, I was going to be ok. "Yeah," Aiden said. "But that doesn't mean the two of you can't have fun tonight." "You're right," Alex replied. He continued. "Fuck. This is going to feel good." Where Damon had been forceful and careless, Alex's every stroke was intentional and planned. As his cock slid in and out of my hole, I realized Alex had only one goal he was mindlessly pursuing. It was the goal of every red-blooded man, the only goal we had in life. It was to spread his seed far and wide, to impregnate every available pussy, whether willing or unwilling. Every thrust and parry of his cock was carefully planned and executed to push him closer to that fundamental masculine need. "It feels good, doesn't it," Aiden whispered into my ear. "His cock, inside you." I nodded. It was hard to deny what he had said. Alex's cock was sliding in and out, each stroke bringing him closer to that essential relief Alex needed so badly. Just as badly, I wanted to give him that relief, and the thick spurts of man-juice it entailed. It felt so dirty, so sleazy, but also so good. "Yeah," I finally said, lost in the pleasures of getting fucked. "I want your load," I grunted to Alex. "Give it to me." "Oh fuck," Alex grunted. His strokes were no longer the long, deep thrusts. His pace was faster and he was forcing himself right to the edge. "Oh FUCK," he grunted again. "Give it to me," I said. I had never craved something this badly in my life before. All I wanted was this man to cum in me. I wanted him to breed me. I didn't understand it when Damon had first told me he was going to breed me. But now, getting bred by a hot man was the only thing that mattered in my life. "Fucking breed me," I said. "OH FUCK," he said, this time ramming his cock deep into me. I felt Alex's cock pulse and surge and his thick, wet, cum fill my gut. Each man had been better than the last, and Alex's orgasm was practically a religious experience. "TAKE IT," Alex grunted. In the center of my torso, the wetness grew as Alex drained his balls into me. The perfection and peace of that moment, the moment where his semen filled me up, was going to be a feeling I was going to chase for the rest of my life. "Breed me," I grunted. I was on the verge of tears, so happy that Alex was impregnating me with his seed. "Fuck, this is nice," Aiden whispered. "You taking that hot load." "TAKE IT," Alex grunted once more. He was in his own world, where the only thing that mattered was his cock and how good it felt. I squeezed my ass, massaging and milk his dick. I tried to tell myself it was just to give pleasure to Alex, but I knew that my single focus was getting more seed in my hole. "Fuck, you're a hungry guy," Aiden said. I squeezed my hole again, and was rewarded by a visceral grunt from Alex plus another squirt of his precious jizz. It landed directly into my rectum.

Part 7 I looked at my unconscious brother laying on the floor. "Oh Elijah," I thought to myself. "You have no idea what's in store for you." I didn't even know what was in store for me. Mr. Jackson held our destinies. One on the men bent down and checked his pulse. "He's fine. That dose of chloro will keep him out for a few hours." "Plenty of time to get back to the cabin." Mr. Jackson said, turning to me and popping a pill into my mouth. "This will settle you down and let you sleep. You've had a busy couple of days boy." It wasn't long before It started to kick in and I felt groggy. Soon I was out like a light. I have no idea how long I slept. It felt like a couple of days. But the next thing I remember was waking up on a mattress on the ground in what was some kind of celler. As my head cleared I figured out my collar was chained to the wall and I couldn't move far. There was a jug of water within reach and I grabbed it, frantically trying to quench my enormous thirst. "Jacob!" I heard my brother loudly whisper. "You're awake! What's going on? Where are we?" I looked across the celler and saw a cage that contained my brother. It was about 3 feet by 4 feet, with thick metal bars. He was naked inside with a collar on like mind. His body had been shaved of all hair except for his head, like me. "What's going to happen to us? He was having sex with you, wasn't he?" Elijah grab the bars and shook them, tears starting to flow down his cheeks. "Pray Jacob. Pray with me for God to help us!" I looked at him blankly. "God can't save us brother." Elijah cried harder as he shook his cage. Then a door opened and Mr. Jackson came down the stairs. "I see you are awake now boy. You slept for several days. But now your ready for more." I didn't say anything as Elijah stared at him with rage. "First things first however. Its time for your brother to start his training." Mr. Jackson unlocked the cage and opened the door. Elijah crawled out and stood up, before charging for the stairs. A powerful jolt to his collar brought him to his knees, screaming in pain as he clutched his neck. "Foolish boy, you will learn." Two men descended the stairs and grabbed Elijah, dragging him upstairs. I could hear him yelling at the men as they disappeared from view. Eventually the yelling quieted down and Mr. Jackson unchained me from the wall and led me up the stairs. Elijah was strapped down to the fuckbench, his legs spread wide, his asshole exposed and vulnerable. His mouth was spread open wide with a metal contraption, keeping him unable to close his mouth. Mr. Jackson secured my collar to a ring and turned his attention to my brother. Stroking his bare buttocks, Mr. Jackson elicited a fresh bout of incomprehensible yelling from Elijah. He just smiled as he moved behind his helpless prey. Letting several gobs of spit land on his cock, he lined up the head right against Elijah's unprotected hole. The room grew deathly silent. Not even Elijah made a sound. Then he did it. Mr. Jackson plunged his cock into my brother as hard as he could, sinking it in one, long non stop lunge. I had never heard a scream like I heard from my brother. I thought he was dying. Tears flowed out of his eyes, snot ran out of his nose, and he howeled and bucked, trying to get away from the pole that had him impaled. Mr. Jackson just laughed and started ramming his new fuckhole deep and hard. I stared in amazement and pity as I watched my brother endure the worst pain he had ever experienced. Mr. Jackson's cock was coated in thick, red mucus as he plummeted the tight hole. Elijah just continued to scream. One of the men moved to my brothers head and grabbed his hair, pulling it up. Without pausing, he shoved his hard cock straight into Elijah's mouth and down his throat. My brother choked and gagged, spit and vomit pouring out of his mouth as his face was raped as hard as his ass. Both men relentlessly plugged his holes until they came at the same time, filling him from both ends at once. When they pulled out, Mr. Jackson grabbed me and forced his messy cock into my mouth to clean off my brothers rape juices. Then he looked at my sobbing brother, picking up a rubber tube and a needle. "I wanted the first one to be pure and clean. Now it's time to introduce you to your new medicine."

Part 2: Hey, wanna get aids? I've had a hard time trying to explain this next part. It's all kinda messed up in my head, still. It's so irrational. But, I'll try to make it make some sense. I took up Sean on his invitation to his place. Honestly, I almost turned around a few times. I was kinda shocked that I ended up there. We made some small talk, and Sean offered me a drink. That helped calm me down some. And then he just told me I should go to his bedroom and undress and lie down on my stomach. I don't know why, but it all seemed so normal. I couldn't get his warning out of my head .. he was going to give me aids. Yet, somehow I walked back to his bedroom and was surprised that I already had a hard-on. As I lied down on his bed, the satin sheets felt amazing against my cock. For a moment, I worried I might get pre-cum on his sheets then kinda laughed to myself that I would worry about such a thing in this situation. I didn't hear him come in. I just felt a hand on the back of my thigh. When I turned my head to get a look, there was his body looking even better than his pictures. His cock seemed even bigger somehow as it bent upward. It was shiny and you could say radiant. Before I knew it, he was on top of me, and I quickly found his dick probing around my hole. I felt unexpectedly wet. Then, I realized he must have already lubed himself while I waited for him. He leaned into my ear and asked, "Why are you here?" And for some reason, I drew a blank. I didn't know what to say right away. He was prodding around my hole, and it was very distracting and arousing. And, then, I remembered why. I softly answered, "I wanna get aids." Say it again, he said and then licked the inside of my ear. "I wanna get aids" I said a little louder. That's when I felt him start to make entry. I'm a decent bottom, but he felt much thicker than I imagined. It burned for a moment, then he pulled out, and gently pushed in the tip, this time having acquired more lube. My mind raced. What was I doing?! When he spoke, I felt more at ease, oddly enough. "You're gonne get aids," he said as he dipped his thick head deeper into me. I gasped for breath. The shock of my willingness and the quick entry both startled me. I squirmed a little bit as my ass was slowly stretched and I felt his length pry into me. "Say it," Sean prompted me. I didn't hesitate this time and managed to say more loudly, "I wanna get aids." He retracted his cock a bit, and slid it in a bit deeper. "Say it again," he said. The feeling was indescribable. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I never felt so conflicted, but never so horny either. This time, I blurted it out "I wanna get aids!" Another tongue into my ear. His tongue violated my ear just as aggressively as his cock was violating my ass. I didn't need his prompt this time. "I wanna get aids!" I announced even louder to hear it over the slurping noise in my ear. Suddenly, his gentle thrusting picked up into a steady fucking. And it felt wonderful! And .. just full. I was full of cock! When I didn't think I could feel any better, he whispered into my ear, "I'm giving you aids." The feeling was too intense. I had to close my eyes. I almost thought I would shoot cum out my eyes if I didn't. I never been more turned on. "Oh Shit!" I started yelling when he picked up his pace. I was starting to lose control. My sanity disappeared altogether. All I knew how was that I wanted Sean to give me aids. And I couldn't stop asking for it. I don't know how many times I begged for it. "I want aids!! Give me aids!!!!" At this point, it all seemed perfectly normal. He was fucking me furiously. That's not the right word. He wasn't just fucking me, he was violently attacking my hole faster and harder than I had ever felt. He was grunting as he continue to pound me and assured me "yeah .. you're getting my fucking aids in you. You love my aids cock fucking your hole don't you?" he asked at some point. I remember screaming, "fuck yes! fuck yes! give me aids! please give me aids !!!" And then I felt it. The pumping, the balls deep thrusts that hit places inside me I never know I had. "Here it comes!" he exclaimed. And then I felt the wetness, the spasms of his cock inside me. I involuntarily started to cum into the satin sheets beneath me too. As I began to orgasm, a flash of reality hit me. Mid-orgasm, I realized "I'm getting aids ..." I felt a wave of panic overcome me. He kept pounding me deeply and my ass felt squishy. I don't know how it happened, but the terror I felt was folded into my orgasm and I ended up howling "Fuck yes! want aids!!!" And then I must have cum buckets. The satin sheets underneath me felt entirely drenched. I still felt Sean inside me with occasional pumping sensations. And I didn't want him to pull out. To this day, I still don't know why I did that.

Always inside. Always

Latino tops have always been a soft spot for me and I recently met one in a peep booth in Hartford CT. He also talked nasty stuff as he raw fucked me for about a half hour and pumped in two loads. Nice thick uncut cock and awesome nips too.

I hope there will be guys like that around when I move to GA. My ass could use a brutal pounding like that