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Part 1 My husband Rob and I have a great life. We have a nice house 30 minutes from the city and own a very successful landscaping business called Tops Landscaping that had a spinning top as our logo. A nice double-entendre. We also maintained a staff of 20, so we rarely did the physical work anymore. We are both 55 years old and had met when were 25. We fell in love, but kept an open relationship cause we both had (and still have) an insatiable sex drive. We also loved to watch each other with other people. We were totally verse back then and going to the baths together was a regular thing. We were young hot and hung, and loved to get our asses loaded. Then we would go home and fuck each other one more time, loving the feel of each other's loose, squishy holes. So it was no suprise when we tested poz right around the same time when we were 28. We both took meds for a while, but didn't like how they made us feel, so we quit them about 10 years ago. So now we try to lead a very healthy lifestyle, mostly. As we got older, and became more immersed in the bdsm scene, we started gravitating to being mostly tops. We loved to find a twink (or two) and take him back to our ever expanding basement dungeon to work him over. We preferred to find poz bottoms, or at least ones who didn't care, but we weren't above using condoms if the twink was worth it. Because we are! We're both tall, I'm 6'2", he's 6'3" and have big, muscular bodies from years in the gym. Now we have a home gym, with everything we need, but we still pay a membership to a predominantly gay gym, mostly just for cruising. There's been many a hot time in the sauna there, not to mention the hot little gym bunnies we would lure into our den of inequities! He shaves his head, because he was going bald anyway, where as I keep a nice, tight buzz cut. We are both heavily tattooed, a passion we have always shared, with two full sleeves each, as well as many other assorted ones, including matching biohazard ones around our bellybuttons, right above our cocks. We both have our nipples pierced and sport fat p.a.'s. We're both moderately hairy, him a little more than me, and we have great cocks. Mine is a thick veined 8 1/2", and his, while not quite as thick, measures 10" with a fat mushroom head. Needless to say, we're fucking hot! So we were always content with our pickups until we met Vinny. Vinny is a hot little 25 year old Italian muscle pup. He is 5'9" with a cute little 4" dick. He's got that classic Italian face with a big nose, full pink lips, and huge brown puppy dog eyes that were almost obscured by his shaggy, slightly curly dark brown hair. His buff body is a creamy pale colour with large pink nipples and a pretty pink asshole to match. While his chest and ass are naturally smooth, he sports sexy, dark bushy pits and hairy legs. The night we met him, over a year ago, we were at our favourite leather bar. Rob noticed him first and pointed him out to me. My dick instantly grew in my pants. He was standing across the room, shirtless, showing off his built up arms and torso that narrowed to a slim waist, then dissapeared into tight Levi's that showed off his sweet, bubble but. I immediately had to have the kid. The problem was, someone else was trying to claim him. A guy I knew, that while he was good looking, couldn't match my husband and me. But he was trying his best to snag the kid. He was standing real close to him, touching his chest, rubbing his ass, but I could tell the kid wasn't really responding to him. I just watched for a while until the kid finally broke away and headed to the bathroom. I made my move, following him like a tiger stalking his prey. As luck would have it, I stood right behind him in the short line. He smelled as good as he looked. Not cologne, just a clean, soapy, sexy smell. I admired his muscled back and shoulders and round ass as I stood behind him, and as luck would have it, two spots opened up at the trough style urinal. He picked the spot at the end by the wall, and I squeezed in next to him. I liked how he unzipped his jeans and pulled down a classic white jockstrap, exposing his cute little dick poking out of his dark, bushy pubes. I made sure to make a big deal out of fishing out my cock, exposing my metal cock ring, and I could see him glance at it a couple of times. A good sign. I was never one for subtlety, so I just leaned down and whispered in his ear, "My husband and I think you're really hot. Why don't you come over and talk to us? We're in the corner under the Budweiser sign." The kid looked up at me, taking in my hard, tattooed body and tight leather harness and smiled. "I might just do that." He zipped up and walked out of the bathroom. I headed back to the corner where my husband had fresh drinks, but I didn't see the kid anywhere. I didn't know if I had scared him off, or he just wasn't interested. I got my answer about 15 minutes later when I saw him walking our direction. Luckily, our beers were empty, so after introductions, Rob went off to get more drinks, returning soon with 9 shots of whiskey and three beers on a tray. He set it on the table. We all picked up a shot and I toasted, "Here's to new possibilities." Vinny just smiled at us with his killer smile and downed the shot, chasing it with a beer. After several more shots and a couple of beers, none of us were feeling any pain, especially Vinny. Rob had a fresh bottle of poppers and was giving the kid hits as we took turns rubbing his crotch and pinching his nipples, which responded by getting rock hard, eliciting soft moans from the kid. Eventually we had his pants open and we took turns sliding our hands down his smooth, hard ass, fingering his tight little hole. We had him backed into the corner, our bodies blocking anyone else from trying to claim our prize. We learned a lot about Vinny. He had recently moved here from Pennsylvania. He was from a large Italian catholic family where was the 4th of 7 kids, the consummate middle child. He was staying with friends on their couch until he could get his own place, and worked as a barista. He wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, but what he lacked in smarts, he more than made up for in charm. I really don't think he knew just how hot he was as he blushed at our compliments. So cute. The best, and most important things we learned was 1.) He really liked older guys, and 2.) He was really interested in bdsm. He had some experience and his eyes lit up when we described our dungeon at home. He was a very eager little pup, and soon we found ourselves in a cab on the way home. Vinny proved himself to be a very talented little bottom that night as Rob and I took turns fucking his sweet little ass for hours. Between the weed and the poppers, he couldn't get enough of our big dicks, or some of our various bondage devices. We went through a lot of condoms that night, but Vinny swallowed all six of our loads that we gave him, the final two after we had covered him in our piss and choked him with our cocks. We ended the night with him snuggled between us in our bed, reeking of the piss we had marked him with. He didn't have to work until Monday, so he ended up spending the entire weekend with us. Something we very rarely did with a trick. Usually it was use them hard, give them some cab fare, and kick their ass out. But there was some obvious chemistry between the three of us, and as we drove him home so we could pick up the car we had left Friday night, we had already made plans to spend next weekend together. The next weekend, we introduced Vinny to T, something Rob and I enjoyed occasionally. He instantly loved it as it made him even more of an insatiable bottom. We had a lot of fun that night using all kinds of toys on his sweet little hole. He didn't like how his already little dick shriveled up though, but I explained his dick didn't matter, only his holes did, and he seemed to like that. Thank god it didn't have the same effect on Rob and me. And besides, we showed Vinny the pleasure of making his soft cock cum as I sucked it while Rob plowed his hole. I didn't swallow it, instead I made Vinny open his mouth so I could spit it all into into it. He loved that. After the 4th weekend in a row with Vinny at our place, Rob and I talked about asking him to become our boy and move in with us. When we asked Vinny and told him the terms, he very excitedly agreed. The terms were very simple. 1.) He would go on prep, as Rob and I refused to use condoms with him forever. 2.) He would submit to us sexually in anyway we desired. Anytime, anywhere. 3.) He would take care of the household duties. 4.) He would work out a minimum of an hour and a half a day. In return, we would take care of him and pay for his medical expenses as well as put $100 a week into an account for him as a cushion. He was very excited when we took him to the doctor the next day for his prescription, as I explained that he could not move in and officially be our boy until he could take our raw loads in his pussy. Luckily, we had a very good friend who was our doctor and he came into his private practice on a Saturday as a favour to us. In no time at all we had his prescription, and Vinny was on his back, feet locked in stirrups, taking our doctors cock deep in his muscle pup hole. By Monday afternoon, he had taken his first dose, and two weeks later we had his duffel bag containing everything he owned in our trunk as we all excitedly went home to our new life together. My dick was rock hard in my pants as we placed Vinny's new collar around his neck. It was a simple chain with a padlock and a bone shaped dog tag that said, "Property of Ryan and Rob." That night we slammed Vinny for the first time. My hands shook as I tied off his bulging bicep and swabbed the prominent vein. He looked at me with those big, trusting, brown, puppy dog eyes as I inserted the needle and pushed the plunger. I'll never forget the look on his face when I released the band and the rush flew through his body. His eyes grew huge and they rolled back in his head as he coughed a few times followed by some short, quick breaths. After 7 hours of nonstop fucking, Vinny ended the night with six loads in his little pup hole. I let Rob deposit the first one, since he had been the first to spot the kid. We eventually wound up in our bed, reeking of sweat and sex and piss. We couldn't sleep, so we just continued to enjoy Vinny's hard little body as the fat plug in his ass insured he would absorb our DNA deep inside him for the very first time. We continued to celebrate the next day as we took Vinny to get his first tattoos, a series of puppy paws that went over his left pec and his heart. We left with a plug in Vinny holding in three loads. Mine, Rob's, and the tattoo artist's. The boy was ours. Life together fell in place very quickly. Monday through Friday we would come home from work to a clean house, a hot meal, and a sexy boy in nothing but a jockstrap, a cock cage, and his collar. He was only allowed one jock a week, and was never allowed to remove it, not even to piss. He would have to sit on the toilet and piss through the jock, soaking it every time. It would ensure a nice raunchy jock to be used at the end of the week. If he had to leave the house, he was only allowed to wear a pair of shorts, a tank top, and flip-flops, his collar on full display. If it was cold, he was allowed skin tight jeans, sneakers with no socks and a hoodie. Luckily it didn't get very cold where we live. During the week, our evenings would be spent relaxing in front of the TV after we worked out. Vinny would massage our dirty, sweaty feet with his mouth and hands. He would clean our sweaty armpits with his tongue and do the same to our swampy asscracks and musty assholes. Sometimes we would have him suck our cocks, sometimes we would fuck him, but he always wound up with at least two loads from each of us in one of his pretty pink puppy holes. At night, he was almost always snuggled between us in our bed. That is, if he wasn't in his cage. The weekends were another story. That was when we took full use of our dungeon. From Friday night to Monday morning Vinny was subjected to all kinds of tortures and punishments. Not that he really needed to be punished, he was a very good pup, but it pleased Rob and me to inflict pain on the kid, and Vinny understood that. In fact, he loved it, he couldn't get enough of it. Usually we would remove his cock cage, and he would cum without even touching his dick as we abused his hot, young body. We would whore out his holes, allowing our friends to come over and deposit a load or two or three in him. Frequently, we would take him to the baths, enjoying the sight of him taking a strangers cock deep in his pussy, dumping an anonymous load into our hot boy. And he loved it, the little pig. There were few things hotter than taking Vinny home after a long night of breeding. His stretched out hole would feel so good with all those anonymous loads deep in there. Rob and I would always deposit at least one more each, then punish the boy for being such a dirty little cumdump whore. We all couldn't have been happier. When Vinny had been with us for 11 months, he laid between us one night, fresh cum dripping out of his pussy. "Daddy Ryan, Daddy Rob," he began. "Yes pup?" I asked, touseling his thick, dark hair. "In one month, we'll have been together a year, and I've been thinking hard about something." "What's that pup?" Asked Rob. "Well, I love you both so much." He continued as he gave Rob a kiss, then me. "And I've decided, I want you to make me your son. I want you to infect me so that you will always be a part of me, and I'll truly be yours forever." I took his chin into my hands and looked deep into his puppy dog eyes. "Are you sure? Is that what you really, really want?" "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." I pulled his mouth to mine and kissed him deeply. He moaned as Rob slid his hard cock back into his little muscle pup hole.

Of course Mike and his girlfriend Sally would join their lgbt friends for the pride parade. They'd just moved to new York from a small town in Kansas and while there were plenty of Trump types around they had always been liberal and got out of dodge as soon as they graduated. They crammed into an illegal loft with an ever changing motley crew of new arrivals. It was exciting even if it meant they never had any real privacy. Whatever, they would get better jobs soon enough and for now it was great to be young. Basically nobody in their circle was completely straight and when pride weekend rolled around, Mike and Sally were excited to support their friends and have a good time besides. Friday night everyone headed to... Another illegal loft. But it had a DJ, a crush of people, and someone passed them a pill... Mike came to. He was naked, on his hands and knees. A hard dick was in his mouth. Another was fucking him in the ass. He pulled back but the guy in his mouth thrust deeper. "You got this Mike. Keep sucking." Mike found himself doing as he was told. He also realized he was rock hard despite the thick penis fucking his ass. The man behind him began to ejaculate. He reached back and realized that this stranger wasn't wearing a condom. What the hell happened?

I had just arrived at the bathhouse. I was searching for my room. I could feel a presence rush up behind me. All of a sudden he was beside me. He took my arm and pulled me to a stop. His sweet young face beamed into mine; "Are you a top? I need you to fuck me!" I was so turned on but had to respond; "Damn, I was hoping you'd ask the opposite; 'Are you a bottom? I need to fuck you! I'm more bottom than vers. " This towel clad young man appeared to be 26 at the oldest. I'm 76 and this was my first bathhouse visit in almost 30 years. It had been two years since my lover of 28 years had died. I have always maintained a healthy sexual appetite which my partner had shared, in fact he died of a massive heart attack while fucking me. We were a monogamous couple. Don't get me wrong, I'm no saint. I had strayed from time to time while away on business or visiting family. But nothing more than the odd blow job. On the very rare occasion it went further it was always safe sex with a condom. Two years of solitary living had me profoundly horny. When I told a good friend about this over lunch one day he suggested a bathhouse visit. When I asked if there would be many older guys for me to play with he surprised me. No there would not be that many older guys but some younger guys would be all over me. He never had trouble getting laid by young lads with a daddy or even grandpa fetish. I was surprised, skeptical and desperate. I decided to give it a try. That such a handsome young man was hitting on me within a few minutes of arrival had me totally unnerved. I continued; "Sorry son. I hope you have a fun night. " "No problem Gramps! I'll find you before you leave and you can pump your load into me. I need your DNA." And he bounced off down the hall. If I had been unnerved before I was in a bit of shock now. Let me give you a little more background to understand. During the 1970's and early 80's, up until I met my husband, I had been a notoriously promiscuous bottom. More men had cum up my ass than the population of a small city. Until the end of that time noone even thought about condoms. Oh, I had the full assortment of STDS but miraculously didn't fall ill with HIV/AIDS. Even as we were awakening to the horror of AIDS and watching dozens of our friends fall sick and dye I was slow to adopt condom use. I wasn't even tested until it was clear my former partner and I were going to move into a long term commitment. I had never gotten the fuck flu but I was HIV positive. I had only fucked him twice before my diagnosis but two weeks after I knew I was poz he fell ill. I was the only man to have fucked him since his last negative test. There was no question, I had infected him. Despite his assurances that he didn't hold me responsible I remained wracked with guilt for decades. I suppose it was this guilt and parenting my niece and nephew that kept us so close to monogamy for so many years. My brother and his wife were killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver. Their twins, babes in arms, became our wards. Raising them was one of the delights of our lives together. Now here I was widowed and being hit on by a young man a little younger than the children I had raised. And; he clearly wanted me to breed him! I found my room, stripped, locked up my valuables, wrapped a towel around my midriff, took a viagra and found a room with a bank of T.V. screens showing porn. As I marveled at the variety of porn and enjoyed the parade of men passing through my young pursuer arrived and snuggled in beside me. Without a word he reached under my towel grabbing my semi-arroused dick. It responded immediately to his warm hand hardening to it's fat eight inch pogo stick glory. My young man was soon on his knees pulling open my towel and engulfing my erection to the base. It felt heavenly and I was flooded by pleasant memories of the many blow jobs I had given years before. His oral technique was superb and very soon my balls were letting me know I was getting dangerously close. I pulled his head off and told him as much as I loved what he was doing I wasn't ready to give up my load so soon. He just smiled an impish grin, informed me he had already collected his first load so was prelubed for me to fuck him. I laughed and said maybe later. Again he happily skipped off. It was a very nostalgic night for me as I wandered the halls and play areas. All the sounds of sexual abandon kept my cock fully hard. I was deeply surprised that I didn't see a condom in the place. And from the talk as I watched guys fuck it was clear they were playing unabashedly bareback. Bottoms were begging to be bred. Tops calling out; "Breeding you now man." I had heard a little about this trend in my limited social circles but had not really believed what I was hearing. Now I was seeing it with my own eyes and my heart raced with fear and excitement. I finally settled in below the slurp ramp and sampled a variety of hard cocks on offer through the many holes. Like in my early days most would pull away after a few minutes but three stayed long enough to fill my mouth with their sweet nectar. It felt so good to be swallowing down my favorite protein from strangers after so many years absence. After the last oral load I returned to my room for a bit of a rest. After a restless short nap; it's hard to really sleep with the relentless techno beat, I decided to open my door and watch men passing. I was very pleased the viagra was still working and enjoyed stroking and showing it to passers by. I realized I was sending the wrong message as a few guys stopped, some entering my room and made it clear they wanted me to fuck them. A fit fifty year old was the last of them. When I apologized confessing I was more bottom than vers he said; "Great. I would love to fuck you old man." I suggested he close the door and he had my cock in his mouth within seconds. Again I was receiving a very talented blowjob and again I was quickly getting close. When I asked him to stop he pulled off my cock and was eating and tongue fucking my ass. I could hardly believe my good fortune. After about ten minutes he stood and lined his seven inch member up with my ass ring. As he pressed his naked head on my ass I reached for a condom and offered it to him. "I'm HIV positive, you'll need this buddy." "I don't use those" he responded ", besides I'm on PrEP and you're probably medicated. " "You're right I am, but I haven't done it without a condom for years. You'll need to wear one if you want to fill this old hairy ass." "Nope, not for me old man. No hard feelings, but I'll just move on." As he slipped out my door in popped the young man from my arrival. "Hi Grampy. You don't mind me calling you that do you?" "Not at all." "So glad to see you got fucked. Are you ready to breed me your poz cum now?" I explained to him what had happened. I was surprised as he didn't bolt but brought me up to date on PrEP and u=u. Here I was at 76 years of age sitting through a course on gay sex in the new millennium. Gay bb sex 101. He was so patient, kind and sweet. I must admit my paternal heart was melting the longer he talked. Finally he proclaimed. "I've got five loads up my ass so why don't I top you. I'd love to raw pop your 'like a virgin for the very first time' ass. Let me remind you what skin on skin feels like. You need to remember how great it is to receive a man's hot load up your ass." "Thanks for the offer, that's very sweet. But, didn't you say you're unmedicated? You're toxic poz?" "Yah Gramps. Your meds protect you. Let's do this, less talk more fuck." "I don't know. It feels pretty frightening to me." "Fuckin A Gramps. The fear just ups the excitement. I know you want this" as he pointed his poz hard on at me. I totally surprised myself by rolling onto my back and lifting my legs. The young man spit on my ass and his cock. He was very gentle and attentive working himself into me balls deep. I could barely believe what was happening. Here I was 30 years since my last bare cock with a 26 year olds raw toxic fuck tool up my vulnerable ass. The terror and excitement were almost too much for me.

Part 1 I knew that my boyfriend was a whore when I met him. We met at a sex party after all. When I started chatting with him, he already had 8 loads in his hole and I was on my way to be number 9. But there was something about him that I found really appealing, and not just his big furry ass. I ended up at the sex party, slightly drunk, after a piggy young guy named Greg from BBRT that I had hooked up with a few times hit me up and invited me to the party. He was only 21 but already an experienced cumdump and pig. He said there were lots of barebackers there, and I was horny as fuck. Greg told me there were more bottoms than tops (surprise) and he knew I could come a bunch of times before I got tired. The bar wasn't happening that night so I figured I would go to the deserted industrial area. What could possibly go wrong?. The cab dropped me off outside, where there was just a door and a bare bulb. I was drunk enough that I decided “fuck it.” But if the party turned out to be a bust, there was no way a cab was going to come out here later. But I figured that it was worth the risk. I paid the driver, got out and rang the bell. A slot opened in the door. “Yeah? What the fuck you want?” “I’m here for the party. Greg invited me.” I could tell he was checking me out. “What’s the password?” I laughed and said “fellatio.” Someone had a sense of humor using an old fashioned, clinical term as a password The voice behind the slot laughed and said “OK. come on in.” The door opened and a short, compact, hairy, muscled man in a jockstrap stood there beckoning me inside. I followed him into the building. He had a big furry ass, perfectly framed by his jockstrap and I was mesmerized. He walked down a hallway into the building where I could hear music pounding but couldn’t see much. The hallway was only dimly lit and we quickly came to a room with a door on the right. He unlocked the door with a fob on his wrist and said “I’m Derek. I run this party. OK, strip. No clothes allowed inside except underwear and gear. All your stuff will be locked in this room. Only a couple of us have the key, so don’t worry about your stuff. Someone will be on duty here so you can leave whenever you want. Party goes all weekend. It’s twenty bucks.” I handed him a twenty and started to take my clothes off. I pulled my tank over my head and he reached over and petted the thick hair on my pecs. “Nice fur, pig,” he said. “Thanks.” I smiled and took off my shoes and jeans. I was glad I was wearing my favorite dark green Nasty Pig jockstrap. “Might wanna keep your shoes on, unless you’re into piss. There’s a wet area so if that’s your thing, leave them off.” He smiled big, and I finally got a good look at him. Derek was sexy and muscular with a dark buzz cut, a trim beard, a little bit of a belly covered in dark swirls of hair, and tree trunk legs and a hairy chest with large protruding nipples that looked like they loved to be worked over hard. He was hot as fuck. I smiled at him and said “I’ll take my chances.” I put the clothes and shoes into the plastic bag he handed to me. He placed them in the locked room and closed the door. It latched with a satisfying thud. He pointed down the hallway where I could see flashing lights where the music was coming from. I started to walk away and Derek said “hey…..forgot to give you this.” I walked back over to him and he handed me a little bottle of lube and at the same time grabbed me behind the head and pulled me to his face, where I could feel his scratchy beard rub against my face and taste his tongue. His mouth tasted like cum and tina. He’d clearly been sucking cock already tonight. We broke our kiss and he nonchalantly said “wanna bump?” So that was how this party was going to roll. I said “sure,” and he pulled two bumpers out of the waistband of his jockstrap. A blue one and a red one. He held them up and said “T or K?” Even better! I decided that I better have a little up. I tapped the red one and clarified that it was the T. He smiled big and said “you ready? This is some good shit. Come back and find me if you need more.” He set the bumper up for me and handed it to me, I sniffed and could feel the burn. It was a big bump. He raised his eyebrows and said “more?” I smiled and nodded quickly, and he set up another bump for me, which I greedily sucked into my other nostril. I shook my head and could feel the burn in my nose. He grabbed my head again and gave me a big sloppy kiss. “I’ll come and find you later. We need to fuck.” Then he reached down and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me, in the process slapping my big furry butt. “You’re gonna need this, faggot.” Then he slapped me on the ass and sent me on my way toward the music and the smells of pig sex. I walked down the hallway toward the sounds and smells and it opened up into another large room. Clearly the building had been a warehouse or something before it was a den of rutting pigs. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could see that there was a bar on one side where people were congregating, all naked or in some kind of gear, including some really hot sports gear. On the other side of the room there were sofas, chairs and benches with men in various positions, sucking cock, fucking, and just lounging around, watching the festivities while idly playing with their cocks. There must’ve been 40 men in this room. No wonder the bar was dead tonight. All the pigs are here. The entire vibe was intense, hot and fun. I could hear men by the bar laughing and telling jokes with the bartender, who was a very tall, thin, bearded man with a smattering of hair on his chest, wearing a sexy, low cut wrestling singlet. He saw me looking at him and smiled big, nodding, mouthing the words “hot little fucker.” I’m only 5’7” tall but I have a pretty muscular chest and only a little bit of a belly. Not bad for 40. But the boys hit me up for my cock. It’s long and fat and uncut and loves to plow a big greedy cumdump. I smiled at the bartender, mouthing “you too, pig,” and went in search of my fuck buddy, Greg. He was a filthy little whore who loved nothing more than taking cock after cock up his ass, with no one allowed to pull out until they bred him as deep as possible. I found him. His short, thin, smooth frame was bent over one of the sofas, with his big greedy ass in the air, being pounded by a hot muscle bear covered in thick salt and pepper hair with a very large cock. The guy’s cock was so thick, every time he pulled all the way out I could see Greg’s hole stay open, until he slammed it back in. I could hear Greg’s voice begging the hot bear to fuck him harder while I stood nearby and watched the hot scene. “Come on fucker, you know I need your load in my rape hole. Give me that cum.” The bear laughed and said “you’re gonna get my load, faggot, eventually. But I’m gonna take a break.” He pulled out his enormously fat cock, and Greg started to moan, “fuck, man! Please shove it back up my pussy!” The bear just laughed, tucked his cock back into his jock and wandered over to the bar. Greg was still bent over the arm of the sofa, with a little bit of cum dripping down his leg. I walked over to the sofa and slapped his big butt cheek, and he turned to see who was assaulting his ass. He smiled and started to get up. I pushed him back down and ran my finger up his leg to catch the drip of cum on his leg. I scooped it onto my finger and shoved it in his mouth, which made Greg moan. “Fucking whore. How many loads you got in that cunt of yours?” Greg laughed and said “I’ve been here for about four hours, so I’m guessing at least 7 or 8, but who knows? All I know is I want to get high and get more loads.” I laughed with him and said “do they care if we get high here?” Greg shook his head no. “They don’t care about much, as long as you’re not an asshole. He pulled a pipe and T from a little padded bag on the sofa and proceeded to load it up and take a huge hit. He waved me over and we traded the smoke back and forth for a few minutes. I was really glad I’d taken a Cialis before I left home tonight. Looking around the room there were a bunch of asses I wanted to shove my cock in. Greg and I shared his pipe, shotgunning a couple of hits of the smoke back and forth until another guy walked over, who Greg seemed to know. He was a little older than Greg but definitely younger than me, maybe in his late 20s. I always love it when they’re shorter than I am, and this boy fit the bill. He was at least 3” shorter than my 5’7”, had a hairy chest and beard and a shaved head. Very sexy. He walked up and asked “Who’s your friend, Greg?” “This is Mike. Mike, Adam, Adam, Mike.” Instead of shaking his hand, I reached over and pulled his face to mine, and gave him a shotgun that Greg had given to me. His eyes got big and we had a good time exchanging the smoke back and forth and making out until the smoke was gone. Greg handed the pipe to Adam and we started again, until we were all three well spun. Greg decided to wander off and find a sling to lie in, while Adam and I made ourselves more comfortable on the sofa. He was a sexy little thing and my cock was hard as a rock. I reached around to touch his hole and it was clear that it had been already used tonight. Just my kind of little whore. We made out for a while and he slid down onto the floor on his knees, looking up at me with his sexy brown eyes and a puppy dog look on his face. He whispered “can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please?” So that’s how it was going to be. Getting to my age meant that young guys had begun to call me Daddy a lot, and who was I to say no? I reached down and took his sexy face in my hands and kissed him. Then I spat in his face, which made him flinch. “Are you a dirty little faggot, son? Is that what you’re telling me?” “Yes, Daddy,” Adam said. Then he looked up at me again and said “I’m a whore, daddy. I need to get my holes used. Will you breed me, please, Sir?” I spat in his face again, this time he reached out with his tongue and tried to lick my spit off his face. I reached up and wiped it and then shove my fingers in his mouth. “Get down there and suck my cock, you dirty little fag. Then, maybe I’ll breed your cunt.” Adam reached up to move my jockstrap aside with his hand and I swatted it away. “With your teeth, boy. Only your teeth.” Adam smiled real big and enthusiastically said “Yes, Daddy!” He put his hands behind his back like a good little cumdump and reached up to pull my jock down with his teeth. The boy had clearly done this before. He quickly had my jock pulled down under my nuts and waited for permission to suck my cock. I could tell he was salivating at the sight of my long, fat, uncut dick. Boys had done some pretty filthy things in order to have my amazing cock buried in their cunts. I spat in his face again, and nodded, saying “suck it all the way down, faggot. Gag yourself with it. This cock is your god until I say you’re done. Understand, boy?” He nodded and greedily impaled his mouth and throat on my cock until all 10” of it was buried inside his head. I reached up and held his mouth down on my dick until he started to gag. Then I released him and said “you’re gonna have to do better than that, faggot.” Then I spat in his face again, and shoved my cock back down his throat. The boy’s gag reflex seemed to be under control as I fucked his skull, varying the speed and completely controlling his head. The little bitch only moved when I wanted him to move. When I let his head up, I could tell he was enjoying my extra long foreskin that never fully retracts. Even when I’m rock hard, most of the head of my cock is covered by skin. I fucking love how it feels and dirty little whores like Adam love it too. Especially when they find something extra special under the hood of my cock. Precum tends to get caught under there for a really nice pig snack when some little whore is sucking my cock. Adam was an enthusiastic little cocksucker, and I loved watching his puppy dog eyes look up at me with intense need while I controlled his throat and how much of my fat cock was shoved in his face hole. But what I really wanted to breed his sexy pussy. I reached down and pulled his head off my cock. As soon as I did, I could hear him take in a huge breath, knowing that he had no control over when he was going to get the next one. “Breathe, pig,” I said. "We have lots of time, and besides, I wanna get us both more spun and then use your hole. Adam smiled real big and said “Whatever you want, Daddy. My cunt is hungry.” I knew we were in for a fun night.

When I headed to the park restroom today I was under no illusions. The restroom would be dirty and the men would be too! But the sun was out the men in the park had their tops off and I was needing it. I went down the path through the trees until I found the restroom - this secluded one is the place to be. I walked in and there was a podgy old man pretending to pee. I went to the urinal and got my cock out and sniffed some poppers. I brushed my hand over his cock and he said "yes boi suck it". I heard footsteps and looked back. A topless beefy bear walked in and said "don't let me stop ya". So I bent over this time and got back to sucking. The old lad shoved the poppers back under my nose. I heard the bear unzip and stroke and I loved he was getting off on me sucking. I felt a finger with lube slide into my hole. I kept sucking and then i felt the bears cock push against my hole. I relaxed and his cock slid in me. The bear sighed saying " just like that, raw in another hole, trucking lets me poz my way round the country". The poppers appeared under my nose again. "He didn't even ask what bugs I got". At this I stopped sucking and asked "bugs". The bear started to increase the pace and replied "yep with an s, more than one kind right now". I squeezed by hole and bit and he said "yeh, milk the venom". I sniffed once more and said "give me everything you got". And he did grunting whilst he fired a hot volley up my hole. He laughed and said "burns a bit today but felt good". The bear produced a pen and said "go write your name on the cubical wall". So I did and he wrote underneath "was pozzed here on this day". If you want more venom from more men write your number underneath. So I did and now my phone rings with poz lads most weekends.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

For the past few days, this dude was messaging me nonstop on grindr. He wasn't too bad looking, he just wasn't my type: he was 39, yet, skinnier than me and had tattoos all down his body. His face was pretty nice tho, with a hot beard. I considered hooking up with him only based on his pics and how he chatted, until I saw his status, HIV positive. "The fuck!" I yelled, already typing out to him a slew of insults. This dump was trying to infect me or something. He responded back really calmly, saying he thought I'd be into it, and still sending more pics of his huge uncut meat. I told him he was a disgusting pig for trying me, and was typing out more when my finger accidentally tapped the send location button. I saw as it loaded and had been seen, him sending back a winky face. I dropped my phone, feeling more afraid than ever in my life. I couldn't take it back. Right then, I stood up from my bed and ran over to my front door and all the windows in my first floor apartment, locking them tight, making sure it I was completely safe. When I picked my phone back up five minutes later, I saw that he sent a voice chat. I pressed play, and heard a rough voice say, "I know how little twinks like you work, you want me to rape this seed into you. I gotchu, don't worry buddy, I'll see you soon, gotta make sure it's extra toxic for you." I bit my lip looking down at my phone, after a while just curling up next to my bed. I had no idea what to do and what his message meant. He's not gonna rape me right? I had no idea what this psycho had in mind, but I skipped my nightly run just to be safe. For the next few days, I was so careful, locking my door and being with friends where I went so this man could never catch me alone, but it became tiresome after a while. By Friday, I was so over it and sure this man was bluffing, so I decided to open grindr back up. The first notif was from a fine dark-skinned man asking if I was down for a gangbang party. He sent pics of every dude that would be there and I felt myself getting hard at just the thought of those buff dudes running a train on me. I tried to act coy when I knew dam well I was down for it. But the question was, "is everyone neg??". He responded, "yea ofc, just c'mon over for some fun. All bareback and safe." Then he sent the address. I drove over pretty quickly after prepping myself, making sure I was clean enough for a fist to go up my body. When I arrived, the place looked pretty dingy from the front, but 'the worst looking places give the best dick' I said to myself. That was all the reassurance I needed. I strolled up to the front door, immediately greeted by that sexy black guy. "Hey, it's so good you came over. Most of the guys didn't even get here yet, but I've got the sling set up if you're ready slut," he said with a smile. He wasn't wearing a shirt and had on some low hanging sweatpants that made his long bulge look delicious. But just above the sweatpants, I could see a triangle tattoo that was cut off, but reminded me of that HIV dude that creeped me out. Those thoughts left my head as I was being strapped into the sling and blindfolded, hand and legs bound because he said, "Yea, a lot of the guys are into the bottom being totally restrained, but don't worry, I can always let you out if you're uncomfortable." Soon, I could hear all the men laughing in the other room, making my hole twitch. This was it, I was gonna be gangbanged! When they came in, a hideous stench came in too, making my eyes water behind the blindfold. "It stinks," I said with a laugh, but not actually joking. Then men didn't respond, but I could hear belt buckles unclasping and dropping to the ground so I could imagine they were preoccupied looking at me. Then I felt hot breath over my face, and it smelled rancid. I felt someone pulling the blindfold off, and when I opened my eyes, I was looking up at the HIV pos dude. His smile said it all, that I had no escape. But before I could yell or protest, I felt someone stuff themselves up my ass in one push. "FUCK" It was the black dude, ramming his ten inches into my almost-vrigin ass. "Yea, you're FUCKED is right!" The sick dude said above me, grabbing my chin and holding it so we were making eye contact, "Guess what? Every guy here is ready to infect you with some toxic seed and you have no say in what happens, you're just a SPUNK HOLE FOR US!" The room laughed at me as I cried with the black dick still pounding into me. "Please take it out. Please someone help me," I begged to the men around me. Not one even looked at me. The black dude kept it up for over ten minutes, making my insides feel battered and twisted, finally saying, "You ready to get pozzed bitch! This is what sissys like you were made for, to be used and infected by real men like us. I'm gonna shoot!" I weakly said, "Please don't..." but it was too late. I could feel his cum shooting up deep in me, soiling me. He waited in me till his dick softened, plugging the cum up my ass, while the other men around egged him on and asked if t was their turn to "use the bitch". I felt so dirty. As he pulled out, he bent down and kissed me, whispering, "You were a real nice fuck, welcome to the club." I closed my eyes, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. This was all so screwed. Then I felt something cold up against my nose and ass. I was so confused until someone said, "inhale fag," pushing the poppers closer into my nose. I took two deep breaths, wanting to just open up and get this over with. Then I rembered the cold feeling still poking my ass. "What's that," I said, bending to look over. Then I saw the original poz dude at the opening of my hole, smiling as one of his hands held it open and the other held the tip of a fork to it. "What- What are you gonna DO," I felt it as soon as he went in, raking into my hole with the sharp prongs, laughing crazily. He picked up some of the blood that dripped out and rubbed it across my face, saying, "You like this sissy? This is what you get for insulting men! You're perfect little body being ruined, you're nothing but a dirty slut, I'm just making sure you look like one too. Oh yea, and making sure you're cut up for my poz babies to infect you better." I cried out as he ran the fork backwards over the cuts he had already made, "PLEASE, please stop." He pulled it out, and stood up revealing 11 inches of methed up, latino, poz dick. Then I noticed there was something else, it looked moldy. "What the fuck's wrong with it?" I asked, him laughing and pulling down his foreskin, white cheese looking stuff falling out. "What the fuck," I said, never having hooked up with an uncut guy before. Then I connected it, that was the foul smell in the room. It stank like a hobos ass. "You like what you see?" he said smiling at me and wiping a big piece up and bringing it toward me. Before I could back away, hands grabbed me, holding my jaw wide open. I made incomprehensible moans trying to plead, but the man just dropped the chunk of cheese on to my tongue, feeling as if he burned a hole in it. I almost threw up there. "Swallow bitch! If you wanted to be our toilet bitch, then you're gonna fuckin lap up my cock cheese like it's fuckin ice cream. NOW EAT!" I swallowed it down with difficulty from the men holding my jaw, but I had no choice. It burned going down my throat and I knew the smell would never leave my mouth. "Good bitch, now I'll put the rest up your hole. Maybe you'll catch more than just aids!" I felt him ram up inside me, the worst pain of my life ensuing. His dick burned going up as I felt the cuts opening and wrapping him. My hole burned and felt like it was gonna rip in half. When he was fully inside, the dick was poking outta my stomach, and the men took turns tapping it and laughing at the state I was in. I couldn't believe what was happoening to me. "Now you won't ever turn down a good dicking, right bitch?" he said, pressing into a spot that made everything hurt more and feel so good. "Yes, sir!" I said, not even knowing I was saying it. "Look [banned word]! We've totally fried this bitch's brain! Take my poz dick you sissy cumdump!" He continued to ram into me, at one point turning me over for a new position. They may have even let me out and started fucking me on the ground with no restraints, but it didn't change what had happened. I was a bug-chaser now. "I'm gonna shoot these babies so deep into your loose pussy! YOU READY TO BE OUR AIDS BITCH?!" The next day I went and bought the morning after pill for HIV, but every step I took, I felt the rips in me open back up. The next week, I got tested and found out that I had a UTI on top of the HIV coursing through my system. Two weeks after that, I went to the next gangbang party they hosted.

I work at a retail job. Boring, tedious, but a night few days ago was decidedly different. I was working stocking freight when a young man came up to me, and mumbled something to me. I asked him to repeat himself as I didn't hear him. He came closer, pulled down his mask, and told me that I should meet him in the nearby bathroom and suck his cock. Being caught off guard, I didn't know what to say, other than to let him know that I didn't want to get caught and fired. He told me that he would go ahead and be in the bathroom in three minutes, and if I didnt show after five more, he would just go home. After he walked away, I debated on what to do, and decided that I would just go tell him that we should go do things in his car instead of a public bathroom at my job. I walked into the handicapped stall, and he was stroking a huge hard cock, and I couldn't help it. I was on my knees, taking his cock into my throat, gagging on his length, loving the slutty feel of being choked on such a long thick cock in a public bathroom. He was moaning as I worked his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him and licking his shaft. He pulled out and asked me to bend over, drop my pants, and show him my ass. I dropped my pants and after rubbing his cock along my ass crack a few times, he found my hole and pushed his cock inside, pumping a little at a time, pulling out and pushing in deeper with each penetration until his balls were slapping my ass. We heard someone enter the bathroom, so he pulled out and sat on the toilet, stroking his cock and fingering my hole. After a few people came and went, we were alone again, and he said he was going to cum. He pushed his cock into my hole and a pump or two later he flooded my bowels with his hot load, and remained deep inside me for a minute or two until his cock slipped out and his cum started dripping into my underwear. I quickly pulled my underwear up and got dressed again. I told him to hit me up again sometime, but to try to find a less public place to breed me. I left the stall with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum.

I had it all... white sluts, cute Latinos, smooth Asians. But only one black guy. Shame on me. It was at Leather pride Antwerpen. He had my size...170cm. That is what I look for. Race, colour.... not important for me. small and Fullrubber- Outfit. I get in heat like a dog in the street😇

I have come to embrace the term “daddy”. Some objections may come from the assumption that the younger guy has daddy issues. One way or another....Who doesn’t? Another objection may come from the younger party objectifying age. Well, don’t we objectify other stuff, like race (BBC anyone?) or muscles? As a Dom, it fits right into the dynamic I am interested in, specifically that the partner I like to breed is a boy (ideally with a nice bubble butt) and I am daddy. From posts and profiles in several apps, I know for a fact there is a TRUCKLOAD of younger guys who absolutely love to have an older guy use them for his pleasure. Keep in mind, I hav had guys my own age call me daddy (thus reinforcing the power exchange dynamic I mentioned earlier) If all these guys are into daddies, Who am I to disagree with them? Lol

After a Saturday night of partying with myself, Sunday was dedicated to taking as much cum up my ass as possible. The guys here in Athens here aren't as open about their status as in other countries. But with 10 separate guys shooting inside me, I'm pretty sure I'll have a good mix of poz and neg loads in there.

The twink; Josh who was 24, came up to me in the bath house and said, "looking good sir, I like bears". We had a drink in the bar area and chatted for a bit then headed to my cabin and made out. I was reaching for a condom when he said "sir, I prefer it raw - I'd like to feel your cock in me". I normally play safe so said "you know its risky we shouldn't" . Josh started to argue and so eventually said "look I'm gonna teach you why its important". He frowned and said "didn't think you'd be another boring dude". I smirked and said "I promise I'll make it fun but suck me first". Josh got on his knees said "thats better sir and sucked me until I got hard". After I while I said "turn round - you're ready for your leasson - lube your hole". He did and I slid my large cock into him. Josh moaned and I picked up the pace. Josh started moaning "cum in my daddy" . I wispered "want your lesson Josh?". Josh yelled "teach me with cum" and I did spurting load and load in him. Josh kissed me and said "thank you for the lesson - raw is better". I laughed and said "and riskier - text me during your homework". I gave him my number and kissed him. He laughed saying "your cocky thinking you'll be coming home with me". I replied "I know I will be I've just shot a toxic poz load in your hole and I'll be with you forever. When you get the flu let me know". Two weeks later Josh messaged "wow I've learned my lesson this flu is intense. Thank you for teaching me that I'm a poz cumbucket - its the greatest lesson I could have hoped for".

Anyone who is still using the term "clean" in 2021 to describe HIV status needs some serious education.

Average here, but I get a lot of compliments because my cock curves up pretty sharp and I’m pretty thick. I like to hammer the bottoms prostate to watch him in pleasure. I seem to get bottoms to cum easy.

Two weeks ago I set myself a goal of 40 loads in two weeks. first day off I got a few loads from buddies and then headed to the sauna (wet on Wellington) Melbourne Australia, I had already gotten 3 loads I arrived at the dark room and got on my knees a few minutes later a guy started to finger my hole, he asked how many loads? I said three! He said want mine? I said no load refused! his cock felt big but as my hole was used n cummy it slid in easy a few pumps and he grunted and gave me his load. He left I never saw him. I was wandering around cum leaking out of my hole I saw a hot guy he motioned me to a room. He said let’s entertain all the guys outside, I got that he wanted me to be vocal. His cock was long but not thick. I was making all the right noises loudly saying breed me add your load to my cummy hole he was so pounding me hard. The guys outside knew what was going on he dumped his load in me as I begged him to breed me. He climbed off me as he left two guys came in and closed the door. They spit roasted me tag teamed me I was tasting me ass juices on thier cocks. They positioned me so I sat on one cock the other entered from behind and I was being double fucked. They both shot in me. Called me a slutty whore and left as I got up to go out of the cubicle I encountered a tall muscular bear his hand pushed my chest back into the room I looked down at his cock to see a biohazard tattoo on his upper thigh his cock was big rock hard almost as thick as a beer can. He told me to get on all fours with no warning he slammed his cock in me pounded me like the slutty cumdump pig I am he was rough and held me down. He pushed me down on my stomach him on top his arm around my throat. I heard him say want my poz load? Beg for it! I said breed me please no load refused. He grunted and bred me. I wandered looking for more but realized the rest of the guys didn’t want my cummy ass. the next day I was going through Grindr and came across a guy that I’d played with before. I asked was he interested. last time he was pretty rough he said was it ok if him and his mate both used me. I was around in a shot. both took turns using my ass for the first hour they said did I want more ? I said no load refused! I was at their place for 4 hours during that time they had been on Grindr pimping me out I took 6 more loads from 6 strangers. I had a hood on with only my mouth open. over the next 8 days I took a further 10 loads This week I have Wednesday Thursday Friday off work and I have 5 loads lined up and visiting a sauna on Friday my goal is 15 more loads melb guys let me know if you want to add your loads

Taking a load through a glory hole is the ultimate act of submission. You are reducing yourself to a hole for a man to cum inside. And it doesn't matter what he looks like, his status, his age, he has a cock that needs a place to cum, and you're it. I can remember the times I would be blowing a guy and he'd let me get him hard, then he'd pull out of the glory hole because he wasn't ready to cum yet. I'd whirl around and offer my hole. Sometimes they would leave, but when they changed their mind and pushed their cock into me, I was filled with joy. And their load shortly after that. So satisfying. The only thing that comes close is being in a booth with a man, sucking his cock, and he pulls you up, turns you around, forces you to bend over and just shoves his cock into you. No questions, no consent, he knows what you are, and he uses you. Sometimes they'd let me clean off their cock before they put it away, sometimes not. I always stayed on the floor at their feet so they would know I knew my place in the hierarchy. I never came while I was still at the ABS. I didn't want to lose my edge and step out of the booth to encounter a good sperm donor, or one of my regulars. Saturday afternoons were great for relieving married men of the tension of not getting sex at home, and a lot of them came to the ABS week after week. Often they'd want a repeat with me because they knew I'd do a good job, wouldn't give up if they were having difficulty, and surrendered all power to them.

Chapter 2: Hearing this man, who I still had not seen his face, say what he did both scared and turned me on. This was the man who I apparently had expressed all my hidden desires to and he had set me up. He planned all this and here I was flying on meth, naked in a public bathroom, bent over with my cunt (never had I ever wanted that word used to describe my asshole) fully exposed, dripping the load of some unknown guy and wanting more. The man who set this all up, who I will call Sir, said to his friend, “Glad you enjoyed his cunt. But I think the little faggot wants more, don’t you faggot?” “Yes Sir, please, I need more. I need my cunt fucked more and more cum in me. Please.” “Let me see your baggie. Let’s see what we can do to the faggot.” I heard noises from behind and was tempted to turn and look, but realized, I didn’t want to see anything. I didn’t want to see the face of the man who was leading me to destruction. I didn’t want to see or know what he was doing; I just wanted to be destroyed. “Get the camera ready, I want this to be recorded.” A moment later I was instructed to turn my head to the left. I did and for a second all I saw was the bathroom stall wall. Then a hand appeared in front of my face, with a large piece of crystal in it.My eyes stretched wide open, my heart skipped a beat and I drew a gasp of air; I wanted this in me. I was officially on my way to being a full-fledged meth whore and no longer cared to fight it. “Please…please.” “What’s your name faggot?” “R-r-Roger, Sir” “Roger what faggot?” “Roger Johnson, Sir” “As of this moment, you no longer have that name. Your name is now Faggot, do you understand that?” “Yes Sir, my name is faggot, Sir.” “Good, good. Now look at the camera and tell me, what’s in my hand?” “Crystal, Sir. Meth, tina, FUN” Sir laughed, “You are already a whore for this aren’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir. I need it. I want it. I’ll do whatever you tell me to. Please.” “Good faggot. Now tell the audience where you want it and how you want it.” I was too far gone to care anymore about pride or shame or fear of being found out. “In my faggot whore cunt Sir. I want, I need, you to shove it in me hard as you want and then rape it in me with your cock, Sir.” “Damn, you’re easier than I thought you would be. But we’ll see if you have regrets later” With that, the hand was removed from my sight. “Get on your knees on the toilet faggot and spread those cheeks. Show us that cunt you’re begging to have this rock in. Make me believe you deserve it.” It took a little balance, but I was able to do as ordered. I kneeled on the toilet seat, placing my head against the wall to stabilize myself. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks, showing off my cunt hole, I’m sure for the men who were recording my debasement. “Please Sir, shove the rock in my cunt. No, please shove it in your faggot’s cunt and rape me like the faggot I am. I want, no I need, you to do what you want to this cunt. Please Sir.” “Good, faggot. Hold this for a sec.” I thought he was talking to me, but I soon learned he was talking to the other guy. I heard the tell-tale sounds of Sir unbuckling his belt and pulling it free. This was followed by the audible sound of his pants unsnapping and zipper coming down. I thought, “Oh fuck yeah, I’m getting another cock in me.” What happened next caught me unaware. Without warning, I felt Sir’s belt go around my neck in a loop and tighten with the buckle at the side of my neck. I instinctively reacted by trying to pull away. This was a mistake, and I paid immediately as the belt was yanked backward, instantly stopping my movement and cutting off my air. “Don’t you fucking move. Don’t you EVER fight me faggot. You will never win, and you will always hurt afterward. CLEAR?” “Yes Sir,” I was able to gasp before the belt was released and my throat was allowed to take air in. “I am sorry, Sir.” “Shut the fuck up, faggot. Spread that cunt hole open. Let’s really see if you want and deserve my dick.” I reached further in to my ass crack, finding my hole and stretching it out as much as possible. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you have and tell them what you want done to it.” “Please, I need this faggot cunt fucked, bred, raped, destroyed. Do whatever you want. I have no right to deny you what you want to do. I’m just a faggot, here for you to use. Get me high, wreck me, PLEASE.” Without warning, I felt Sir slam his fingers in my cunt and I immediately felt the scrape and tell-tale burn of the shard of crystal in my cunt. I slammed backward, taking his fingers to the base and immediately pulling away, only to slam back down. “That’s it faggot, show the men what you want. You’d take my fist if I wanted to wouldn’t you?” “Yes Sir, whatever you want to do to me, do it.” Sir yanked his fingers out, placed his cock head at my cunt, grabbed the belt and yanked me backwards, both cutting off my airflow and slamming me down to the base of his cock in one thrust. I immediately learned one important thing: I was no longer in control; I was nothing more than a cunt for use. The pain and pleasure were simultaneous as the meth continued to burn as it was shoved deeper in my cunt. For the first time ever, I felt another area deep in my asscunt getting hit. It sent explosions of pleasure throughout my body. “Open that hole for me faggot.” Sir pulled out, only slam back in harder than before. Again that new area, which I now realized was another hole, was pounded again. Sir repeated this several times, finally giving up on the attempt to break that hole open . He pulled on the belt while I was fully impaled on his dick. “You will open that hole soon. Fight it now, but I know just how to get through it faggot. That hole is my property, do you understand?” I was barely able to gasp, “Yes Sir,” before he released the belt and began a full fuck. He pulled out and slammed in to me over and over again, sometimes just to the head of his dick, sometimes completely out, waiting for my hole to try and close, before slamming back open. I stayed in position, giving up all control of my body and mind to this brutal fuck, begging over and over, “Rape me Sir, breed my cunt.” “I’m gonna breed you, faggot. Don’t you fucking worry about that. Tell the men, faggot, are you Poz?” “No Sir, I’m negative,” I was able to say in multiple steps as he continued the brutal assault on my cunt. “Neg? Do you want to stay Neg boy?” “I, I, ye… It’s not up to me Sir.” He slammed into me again, stopping as he was balls deep. “Tell me what that means, faggot.” “You own me Sir, I’m your cunt. It’s your choice.” Again the belt was yanked backward, pulling my head to his face. “You’re going to take any load I tell you to?” “Yes, Sir.” “Even Poz loads?” “Yes Sir.” “Toxic loads?” I paused, knowing what this meant. “If that’s what you tell me to do, yes, Sir, I will. It’s not my choice anymore.” “You’re going to beg for loads aren’t you faggot? You’re going to give up your cunt wherever, whenever, and to whomever wants it. Tell me faggot.” “Yes Sir. My cunt is not mine anymore. I am nothing more than a faggot cunt boy to be used anytime. I will beg for any load, spread my cunt for whoever wants it.” “Beg me for my load? Do you even want to know my status?” “Please Sir, give me your cum. Shoot it deep in my cunt. I don’t care.” “Beg me for my toxic load. Tell all the men what you want.” “Please Sir, breed me with your toxic cum. Knock me up, pozme Sir. I need your seed Sir.” “Fuck you. Stupid little faggot cunt. You’re going to regret that.” He then began his brutal rape of my hole, pounding me over and over. “Please Sir, poz your faggot cunt. Poz me Sir.” Within a minute, his breathing intensified and he grunted as he slammed into me one last time as he began shooting his load in me. “Oh, fuck yeah faggot, take my dirty seed. Take my toxic seed. It’s too late for you.” “Fuck yes, Sir, knock me up. Make me yours. Thank you Sir.” He jerked at least five times, pumping his cum deep in my cunt. I swear I could feel the cum shooting into me, burning the walls of my cunt. “That’s it faggot, your all mine now.” “Yes Sir.” As he slowly pulled out, he told the other guy, “Hand me the bag.” I soon felt a duffle bag drop across my back. He pulled something out and then dropped the bag on the floor. I heard the other guy whistle and say, “He’s gonna feel that…” “Give me your baggie again.” I heard more rustling as Sir pulled his dick all the way and replaced it with two fingers. “Push out faggot,” and removed his cum coated fingers. I remained in that position while waiting for whatever Sir had in store for me. “Damn, you sure?” “Don’t ever question me. You know I own your ass, and will bitch you if you ever piss me off. Understood pussy boy?” I was wondering what was going on when I had not said a word. Then I heard the first guy, much more demure than ever before, say, “Yes Master. I am sorry for my disrespect.” Holy fuck, the straight guy isn’t as dominant as he made himself out to be. With my head still facing to the left, I was able to briefly look up at him and saw a different, submissive look on his face. He caught me looking and appeared to shudder in shame as he was discovered. Before I could think or say anything more, I felt something at my cunt. Something big. Without warning, Sir shoved as hard as he could and my cunt was stretched more than ever. I also felt more burning; whatever was going in must have been coated with more crystal. “Push your cunt out faggot, this is going in one way or another.” I pushed out and he pushed in. I felt a painful stretch as what I realized was a huge butt plug stretched me wide before finally fully breaching my cunt and sliding in. My cunt closed in around the base, and I could tell that the base was bigger than either of the dicks that had just fucked me. I groaned as the stretch continued and the burn diminished. “Stand up, faggot.” I slowly got down from the toilet seat, wobbling as I did due to the lack of blood flow and the amount of meth swarming through my body. The first guy took hold of me to keep me from falling. When I was more able to stand on my own, Sir looked at me and I saw his face for the first time. “Mr. Young?” “Yes, faggot. Like I told you, you’re gonna regret giving me control of you.” I looked downward and responded, “No regrets Sir. Do what you want. I’m your property.” He laughed and lifted my head, facing me to him. “That’s a good boy. Now, let’s get you dressed and out of here. You’re day is far from over. And don’t worry about work, I already called you out sick. And, I sent a few of the guys your pictures. They already look forward to when you get back to work. You are going to be our faggot prison bitch.” I had never imagined that I’d ever let my fantasies out of my head. Now, here I was standing in front of a co-worker, naked and high as a kite, knowing that this man had full control of me. “Does, Mr. Rounds know?” “I knew it; you want that black man to use you don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.” “Oh, he’s ready for you. I don’t think you’re ready for him, though. But I’m going to enjoy watching it all happen.” I smiled and said, “I can’t wait for it.” Sir bent down and pulled a package out of his duffel. He handed it to me and told me, “Get dressed, faggot. You’ve got a date at the bathhouse.” I opened the bag, looked in it, and then looked back at Sir. “Is this all I…?” A slap came out of nowhere and my head flinched to the right. “Don’t question me, just do what I tell you.” “Yes, Sir.” I pulled out the jockstrap and t-shirt, both of which were clearly not brand new. The jock strap was branded from Nasty Pig and had a special title across the back part of the waist: “Faggot cumdump.” “My handy work. Like it?” “Yes Sir.” The shirt was a small, so a size smaller than me. The front of it was emblazoned with a large bio-hazard symbol and said, “PNP faggot, property of Sir Y.” The back said, “Faggot whore. Meth Pig. No load refused,” with an arrow pointing down. I looked at both, shocked at the blatant messaging, and then looked at Sir. “Thank you Sir. Thank you for setting me free and making me your property.” He smirked at me, then spit directly in my face. “Shut the fuck up faggot and get dressed.” I put the shirt and jockstrap on, then looked at my pants and shirt, crumpled on the floor. “No. My faggots don’t get to wear clothes. Boy, pick them up.” It still shocked me; this rough, dom straight guy, submits immediately to Sir. He picked up my clothes and shoved them in the duffel bag. Sir Y saw the look on my face and smiled. “You don’t recognize him do you faggot?” I looked more closely and something seemed familiar. Introduce yourself boy. See if tells the faggot why he knows you. “My name is Jose ____” I looked at him, then at Sir Y, and then back. “Holy fuck, you’re…” “Yes, he’s my brother. He’ll soon be Master Y’s new bitch. I can’t wait for it to happen. And from what I know about your relationship with him, I’m sure you can’t wait for it either.” I smiled and said, hoping to not get a slap from either man, “I hope that little shit hurts and hates every minute of whatever happens to him.” I look at Sir, “I’m ready.” He looked back at me, tilted his head, and said, “We’ll see about that. If it’s you or the meth talking. Now, get walking.” With only a brief hesitation, I walked out of the stall and to the door. I could not believe that in less than an hour, I had gone from a repressed gay man, to a full-fledged meth whore with two loads of cum, who knows how much meth flowing through me and a huge buttplug in me that I felt with every step I took. And, more than that, about to step into this new existence, in public, in a shirt and jockstrap only, which fully announce what I am. I held the door for my two men. And humbly, but proudly, walked into my new life.

I signed up for "The Bareback Pledge" on the following website. I encourage others to do the same and help with the goal to reach 1,000,000 men who take the Pledge! http://anonbareback.com/ The Bareback Pledge I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum. I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial. I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.” If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the pleasuring of all cocks who desire to use me. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible. If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible. I pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests. I pledge to strive towards completely indiscriminate sex, accepting Bareback encounters from any and all” Yes, bet it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life. I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, “safe sex” delusion I’ve been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same. NAME/HANDLE ______Pete M_____________________ DATE___11/25/2013_________________

The best sex that I had was one night at 3:00 am this guy on line told me that he just got out of prison and that he joined skinheads while he was incarcerated only for protection. But that he actually liked black men’s energy and personalities while he was in prison. He said that he had tattoos that were on his chest and that he was afraid for someone to see them now that he was out of that situation. He seemed really interesting so I let him come over that night and we got really high. He took off his clothes and we went to the bedroom. His body was incredible and he had had a banner across his chest that Represented his gang with swastika and some other tattoos . His chest was so defined and he has huge sexy nipples. I was turned on by the fact that this was his secret in prison and that he told me that he was turned on when he saw black men in the showers or in the prison yard but had to ignore them for any association could get him killed. He smelled sexy and manly. He was very clean and smooth all over. So in the room with only the light from outside coming through the blinds. I put him face down and fucked his ass raw. He liked it and begged for more dick after hitting the pipe. I fucked for a longtime, eventually cumming in his hole. He liked the silicone lube which was new to him. He smelled hot and his nipples were making me crazy. I started nibbling on his nipples. And he with out asking just spit on my hole and lifted my leg up and plunged his big cock in me. What made this so hot is he was long and thick with a fat head. He said he had just fucked his girlfriend earlier that night. So he was fucking me with this big dick while I looked at his manly biceps, big shoulders, sexy big nipples with that [banned word] tattoo across his chest that said that this dick shouldn’t be inside a black anything. He fucked me so deep raw and wet with his pre-cum. I was spun and let him stay in me for over an hour. He seemed to just stay hard. It was so hot as he became more aggressive and put his sweaty boxers over my face as he pumped me full of his cum and piss soon thereafter. My hole was so sore the next day. He left around noon the next day. And we got together one more time before I had to leave for a job out of state. I got an email from him six months later and he was in prison again. I think about his smell , nipples and that big dick pounded my black ass in the dark with sweat dripping off of him onto me. That was the best dick I ever had.

thats just because we cumdumps are shameless whores that love to show off what cockhungry faggots we are. most fucksluts have no problem looking right into a camera while we suck some guys cock or while several men take turns barebacking our ass. we are proud dirty whores who get off on being used. tops love using us but most don't want anyone to see them barebacking the kind of trash boys like me are. a community cumdump is the kinda slut they point at and say "I wouldn't fuck that wearing two condoms" but secretly breed in dark places

[think before following links] https://mobile.twitter.com/BareBackBlack/status/1376260191541293058 This was the last guy to fuck me. He’s a 29-year-old rugby guy I found on Sniffies. I wore my “Cum In My Ass” tank top. As we got up to his room, he took a big rip from his bong while I made small talk about his complex. He walked over to me, and I dropped to my knees and started sucking his thick cock and lapping at his heavy balls. After a bit of me gagging on his cock, he told me he wanted me on all fours on the bed, so I added some more lube, grabbed my poppers, hopped up and spread my ass. He entered my hole easily and filled me up, and started pounding me hard. He got really verbal, calling me a slut with a loose cunt (accurate). I took a hit of poppers, buried my face in the bed, and started thrusting back to meet his cock. He was buried to the hilt. He asked if I loved his bare cock in my hole, and I told him to give me that raw dick. He said he was getting close, and I almost screamed at him to give me his cum. I opened my hole even more and pushed back to get his seed as deep inside me as possible. It felt like he came for a really long time. I eventually pulled off of his meat with my ass, but immediately spun around and took him into my mouth. I could taste his cum mixed with silicone. His dick was very sensitive, but still hard and not getting any softer. After a couple minutes of me worshipping his cock, he told me to get back up on the bed. He fucked me and came inside me again. I again got off and cleaned his cock. It was covered in frothy cum. I packed up my stuff and left. After I got to my car I jumped in the backseat and took a pic of my dripping cunt and sent it to him. He said he can’t wait to fuck my slut hole again.

Perhaps I should explain. I spent a 30-year career in the U.S. National Park Service. Our National Parks are set aside because they are our national treasures. The men and women who devote themselves to protecting those treasures and the people who visit them aren’t police just doing police work - they’re NPS Rangers who believe in their Mission and view their park as one of America’s sacred places. What’s more, National Parks are places where people bring their children, because they’re National Parks. That places an additional imperative on rangers to make sure they don’t become places that attract vice. So if you’re thinking of coming to Yellowstone and whipping out your cock in public view to try to time your cumshot to match the eruption of Old Faithful - don’t expect that to end at all well. People in green and grey will come for you.

Alpha top looking to be master to a faggot. You will need to be willing to offer your faggot pussy to any guy I send over while I'm working for them to use and dump their loads in . Nothing I love more than coming home to my faggot face down ass up proudly presenting their used cum dripping boypussy. Major turn on. I rather fuck already cumfilled gaping faggot pussy than a not used faggot pussy.

It's hot and cool. I'm assuming the bottom has given his consent to having his face filmed. If it was filmed secretly, unknown to the bottom, it's still hot but not cool.

So true pussyboy. But the fact that you love sucking your fathers cock is only one of a thousand reasons why you are worthless trash. Thats why I love using you babygirl. btw is that your dads cock you are sucking in that picture?

My first encounter was a school function at 16. We split a hotel room with a neighboring school because we had uneven numbers in FBLA (future business leaders of America). I was in a room of three so shared a room with a kid from the neighboring school. He was a sexy black guy. In the middle of the night we ended up getting close to each other and we were both definitely hard. Nothing happened until the second night when I was the big spoon and he reached around to feel my cock. He turned around and lowered himself and started sucking me. then he told me to turn over and just started fucking my ass. After he did me, I crawled on top of him and fucked him. hooked on bareback and BBC ever since

Last Sunday morning I was looking for local tops..after a night of partying I can get nasty horny. I don’t often get too many hits in my area but a married mate said he would drop by and fuck me, if I would let his best mate follow. A big yes...as I know he is a hard fucker who always blows a huge load, his mate turned out to be a shy guy with a giant cock, he blew after 4 or 5 pumps...so then after an hour of failing to get both cocks in my ass they left. Another married mate saw my post on BBRT, and stopped in for a ten min pounding...he was impressed with the loads already there, he left straight after. the next guy came in without saying a word he just wanted me to lay down, ass up and stay there...he blew all over my ass and he said he had a mate waiting in the car and could he come in, yes.....so the mate comes in and asks me for condoms...nevermind...he ends up making me suck his decent uncut cock...and just as he is about to come..shoves my head down and burys his cock in my ass...laughs and both of them leave quickly...a sore ass and shorts soaked in cum I fell asleep for a while, happy with my morning...

Is this still a thing?

Part 7 - The Silver Cock Ring Mike walked towards the kitchen carrying his pride and joy, the one sex toy that he had commissioned for himself and the most expensive. Wearing a yellow and black jockstrap and 15 hole boots with yellow laces he caught sight of himself in the hallway mirror and smirked to himself, he was looking forward to meeting this guy tonight, for some reason he seemed a little out there and not the usual guys you found on the hook up app. In his hand a solid silver half inch width cock ring, his fingers ran over the smooth shiny metal as he wandered in to the kitchen and reached under the sink grabbing the silver polish. Sitting down he dabbed some polish on to a cloth then carefully and with meticulous detail he began polishing it. It was his one weird ritual before a meet and he loved how it shone reflecting any light when it moved quickly from his rapid thrusting. He had a feeling the dark haired cutie was a little naïve and make a simply perfect target for him to poz up. Since changing his profile to read versatile he had more luck collecting an array of guys who were clean cut and very unsuspecting. He picked up a clean cloth and began buffing it looking at the clock on the wall that was inching ever closer towards 8pm. Satisfied with how it looked he cleaned up and walked back to the bedroom, his cock was already getting semi hard knowing he was about to put it on. Trying to think of anything else he had to be quick to put his cock ring on when he was in a flaccid state, he literally only had seconds to do it before his cock would spring up and then make it painfully difficult due to his large hanging balls and hefty shaft. Checking his phone again and looking up at the small modern building that housed 6 flats, Sampson walked over to the pad of ringers and pressed the button for 2C and waited. Mike just managed to slip the cock ring on and now struggled to put his hard cock back in his jockstrap stumbling towards the door and the phone on the wall. Suddenly the intercom clicked and a deep voice asking who it was, Sampson replied with this name and the door buzzed unlocking the catch, he pushed the door open and walked up the stairs to the second floor and quickly found the flat. About to reach up and knock the door opened and Mike stood there in his jockstrap, black boots and yellow polo shirt, Sampson slightly taken back by how sexy the guy looked in real life. A kind attractive face that belied an aggressive sexual monster underneath. Invited in Sampson walked through the door and strangely he felt for the first time he was in this mans world, one that he controlled. It wasn't a nervous feeling but one that put Sampson on edge and to regard Mike with careful appreciation. He eyes drawn to the oversized pouch of the jockstrap that looked like it was about to burst, the thighs were solid and covered in a fine layer of hair. But it was the boots he wore that gave Sampson a very kinky feeling and not realising it his own cock was hard and clear to see by Mike who had indeed noticed. His hand grabbed Sampson's cock and balls through his jeans yanking him forward and catching him by surprise. Mike firmly held on to Sampson's cock and balls and immediately thrusted his tongue in to Sampson's mouth, the tongue lashing around in his mouth, their lips locked together painfully hard. His usual urge to push kissers off seemed to melt away allowing Mike to have his own way passing pass saliva into his mouth. Sampson's hand moved over the jockstrap and his eyes opened wide, an erotic moan rose from his stomach the more his hand felt the incredibly stiff package contained in the jockstrap. Mike's free arm circled around Sampson's neck and using his hand to hold Sampson's head in place he was able to keep him locked in their kiss, there was no sign of Mike wanting to end this anytime soon. From the corner of Sampson's mouth a tiny trickle of Mike's saliva ran down his chin, slowly tracking its way under the chin and down his neck. Sampson gulped several times in an effort to clear his mouth of Mike's saliva. Suddenly the hand freed its grasp on his cock and balls quickly moving around to his arse that pushed him forward so he was up close, their cocks rubbing against each others under the fabric. A tranquil passive state slowly took over Sampson leaving him with a feeling of total abandonment in his body, a feeling that allowed Mike to take control and guide like scripted play the course of their evening. Sampson eased his neck back guided by Mike's hand, his tongue tracing upwards along the trickle of saliva, an array on indescribable sensations fizzled in his body as the tongue traced around his chin depositing the gathered saliva back in to Sampson's mouth. Eagerly he gulped it down like it was part of a mating ceremony and strangely he wanted nothing more than to please his mating partner. Mike leaned back and smirked in a devilish way sensing Sampson was already buckling in subservience to him, his gaze though was fixed on the emerald green eyes looking back at him, so unusual yet fitting the young man standing before him. Their heads glided towards each other again with parted lips and effortlessly Sampson accepted Mike's invading tongue again. A feeling of passion erupted between them, both making tiny noises devouring one another until Sampson felt his body leave the ground, his legs clamping around Mike's waist and arms around his neck for support, he was carried away from the entrance hall and straight to the bedroom. Neither one unable to free themselves from the kiss that had so passionately taken them over. Shedding clothes and briefly parting from their kiss to remove their tops before locking their mouths together again, his body turning through the expert guidance of Mike's hands. The small kisses landing with accuracy and purpose on his neck enticing him to kneel on all fours on the bed. Sampson could feel the soft skin of Mike's chest and stomach laying across his back, the small kisses gradually slipping lower and lower covering every inch of Sampson's back. Every kiss bringing a tiny noticeable response in Sampson with his body reacting to the different sensation the lower they travelled. A small rasping gasp escaped Sampson's mouth feeling the tongue slide between his arse cheeks then purposefully swirling at his hole. The evening was not going as Sampson had planned or wanted yet he couldn't fight the seductive power and magnetism oozing from Mike, rendered powerless to stop or want it to stop. His body hunched up at the tongue striking at his hole again, his arms wobbled nervously from the strength oh holding his body up. Gasping again he dared to look back and see Mike's eyes that appeared to be smiling at him. The slurping of Mike's tongue against the saliva that was generously flowing from his mouth moistening the hole and priming it for his cock. Sampson sensed the cool air hitting the warm saliva around his hole, the kisses roamed away from his arse and along his back and neck, in the sweetest of dominant tones Mike whispered in Sampson's ear 'I am going to fuck you good' then taking a nip at the earlobe causing Sampson to raise his head and nod feebly and willingly. He was already aware of the shaft rubbing against his hole then the contour of the head made him starkly aware to brace himself, Sampson was under no misconception that his man was probably going in balls deep in one movement. Again the shaft rubbed up along his hole only this time he felt the stubble from where Mike shaved his pubes and balls, Sampson moaned softly feeling those hefty balls touching his skin then the movement the head of his cock slipping down until it found the lips of Sampson's hole. Gentle coercive pressure slowly prising them apart and sublimely surrounding the head in a welcoming gesture, he gasped through a sharp breath lowering his head. The initial thought of a ram raiding was gone, instead a more powerful slightly painful penetration was taking place, almost teasing making Sampson try to push back. Mike's hands held Sampson's hips firmly stopping him from greedily taking the cock. Mike glanced down at the scene, the head of his cock was halfway inside this sexy guys hole, his hand moved and snapped quickly against Sampson's arse cheek in a loud slap telling him off for being greedy. Sampson glanced over his shoulder and Mike looked up at him licking his lips then moving his hips forward slightly, the gesture enough to make Sampson gasp and moan. Mike looked down and watched himself easing the head all the way in, the lips surrounding the hole looking like they were puckering up when he pulled a little way out before pushing in again. Sampson hunched his back, arms trembling from a desire that surfaced out of nowhere and driving him further into this passive state. Mike watched the shaft of his cock pushing past any resistance the deeper he got inside. His arousal born out of watching his cock disappearing inside this guys arse made his cock swell and harden even more. With an inch left to go he gripped hold of Sampson's hips tightly and pulled them back forcing Sampson in to a deep self penetration, his arms giving way he collapsed on the bed and a loud wailing moan filled the room. Mike groaned and sighed slapping Sampson's arse cheek harder leaving a red mark and roughly pulling him back up on all fours. Slowly Mike pushed his hips up deeper until the moaning started to abate, with a gently flow he began to fuck Sampson. Raising his head and unsure what was going through his mind he knew one thing, how incredible he felt right now. It was a feeling he had experienced once before and his mind instantly flashed back to the guy in Lyndhurst. The sensation of Mike's balls tapping away at his arse was amazing and only added to his desire to fuck with this guy. Lowering himself on to his elbows carefully not to disturb Mike's momentum, he moved his other hand underneath and touched the hefty balls. Mike jolted his cock in harder and moaned softly 'Fuck yes!' he mumbled, Sampson's hand move and cupped holding the balls firmly which in turn drove Mike to fuck him deeper. The tingling appearing out of nowhere and unable to stop himself Mike threw several rapid hard thrusts, Sampson moaned with each breath he took. Mike's hands tightened their hold on Sampson's waist pulling him back as he thrusted forward with all his power, his cock exploding in several pulsating throbs jettisoning his cum deep in to Sampson. His eyes opened wider in bewilderment and his hand moved away from Mike's balls brushing his own cock in the process triggering him to orgasm. His balls releasing their load and his orgasm pushing him back harder against Mike's cock that was still pulsing away inside his arse. Mike rolled his head back savouring his orgasm with his eyes half closed, satisfied that his own sexual power had driven his bottom to orgasm. His hands remained firmly clasped on Sampson's waist preventing him from slipping off his cock. Sampson panted heavily stretching his arms out in front, his arse hurting from the deep fucking it just received, his movement allowed Mike to push Sampson down on the bed flat and giving several hard jolts of his cock to reinforce Sampson's position as his bottom bitch for the night. Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson on the neck lightly, slowly he ground his cock finding it was still fully erect and he initiated another fucking. His hands pushed down on Sampson's shoulders keeping him pinned to bed. Sampson's hands gripped the duvet under him 'Oh fuck" he mumbled unsure if he could take it again, but his urge overtook and he moaned 'Fuck me!' he pleaded. Mike was going to anyway weather Sampson wanted it or not, only this time it was going to be a much slower and longer fuck. The steady rhythm of his movements allowed a more leisurely pace, every so often Mike leaned forward and kissed Sampson's neck before raising himself up again and continuing. Sampson could feel that Mike was deep in his arse from the cool metal of the cock ring rubbing against his hole. The hypnotic rhythm of Mike's hips against his arse seemed to numb any pain he had felt. There was no telling how long Mike had been inside casually pleasuring himself with Sampson's arse until he groaned deep in his chest, pressing his hips down harder to deliver a second load deep into Sampson. Leaning forward Mike came to rest on Sampson's back seeking his mouth he kissed him then smiled. Mike looked in his eyes with a mischievous glint "I hope your poz!" he said kissing Sampson's ear. Sampson looked at him "Poz?" he questioned not really sure what that meant. Mike rubbed his lips against Sampson's ear "I will take care of that then!" he said softly. Sampson looked on confused at the excited and satisfied expression on Mike's face. Slowly Mike lifted up and began to carefully extract his cock from the tight confines of Sampson's arse. Letting the head plop out he pulled the cheeks of Sampson's arse apart to watch the hole shrinking back. The temptation to dive in again was irresistible but he needed to let his balls rest and brew another batch of his toxic seed. Running a finger against the hole it was pretty dry, not a drop of his seed was evident and that pleased Mike even more as he looked at the greedy hole that devoured his seed. He leaned forward and kissed Sampson. "Not done with you yet" Mike said smirking at him, "Few more loads to knock you up" he said. Sampson rolled on to his back "Not sure I can take any more" he exclaimed almost tapping out. Mike ran his hand across Sampson's face and slapped him "You have no choice, you are mine now". Mike shuffled on his knees moving towards Sampson's face "Open!" he demanded, "Clean me up!". Sampson hesitated a moment until Mike's hand pulled his head forward and he opened his mouth taking Mike's cock, his taste buds immediately assaulted with strange salty and an indescribable slightly metallic taste that almost made him gag at first. It was so unusual to be in this position Sampson thought, weirdly Mike had aroused a sexual state in him that he had never considered or experienced before. There was something about Mike that made Sampson go weak in his presence, it was like he was a superior being and he wanted this god like man to value and appreciate him. True to his word Mike finished delivering a fifth load to a now struggling Sampson who knew he had reached the end of what he was capable of handling, his arse was sore and partly gaping open. With Mike lying on his back he fingered and toyed with Sampson's hole for a moment before looking at him and nodding towards his cock, even now it was still in a semi hard state. Sampson knew what he meant and reluctantly he moved his body until his face was level with the beautifully crafted cock, he also knew not to use his hands after being told off and instead opening his mouth he used his lips and tongue to guide the now familiar tasting cock in to his mouth. Mike sighed loudly "You are a good pup" he said stroking Sampson head. Sampson glanced up and nodded. "I thought you would be difficult to train" Mike said approvingly. Mike pushed Sampson's head further down his shaft "But no, you quickly learnt it is about me" he said. Mike grabbed Sampson by the neck guiding him back up the bed until he had the guy in his arms and his tongue back in Sampson's mouth. Just as quickly as Sampson had been taken in he realised that Mike was finished with him for the night. The embarrassing part being Mike refusing to let Sampson use the bathroom telling him he had to walk home filled with his seed. Mike stood up next to the bed smirking at a defeated looking Sampson whilst he wrestled the solid silver cock ring over his balls one by one then down the semi hard shaft. Sampson watched diligently whilst dressing, Mike grabbed a cloth from the draw by his bed and meticulously cleaned the cock ring before placing it in a small box and in to the draw. Sampson needed it and bided his time dressing slowly, when Mike walked out of the bedroom and in to the bathroom across the hall Sampson rolled over on the bed opening the draw and grabbing the box. Opening it he took the cock ring feeling the weight and smoothness of the metal, closing the box he replaced it in the draw and rolled back over the bed placing it in his pocket. His heart was beating hard in his chest having heard movement, he was sure that Mike was non the wiser when he returned to the bedroom. Without a word Mike closed the door and walked over to the bedside cabinet opening the draw, he pulled the box out and placed on the bed next to Sampson and stood there looking down at him. "I would put it back if I was you" Mike said very calmly but his tone was edged with anger. Sampson felt his face flush and burn knowing he was busted "I'm sorry" he quietly replied. Sampson retrieved the cock ring from his pocket. "Why would you steel from me?" Mike asked watching him. He shrugged placing it back in the box and handing it to Mike "Don't know, souvenir I guess" he said quietly. Mike smirked placing the box in the draw "You will get a life long souvenir" he cryptically replied. Sampson stood "Sorry" he said, "I should go you don't want me...". Mike kissed him before he could finish "We will continue this" he said staring in the green eyes. Sampson played along "Yeah, it would be nice and maybe I can fuck you" he suggested. Mike chuckled "Nah, I like breeding your arse" he said smirking, "I want to get you knocked up". Sampson shrugged "Sure" he replied being firmly escorted to the door and unsure what his words meant. Mike closed the door and chuckled walking back to the bedroom "He has no idea" he said to himself loudly. Sampson exited the block of flats and relief strewn across his face he breathed hard at his close encounter, this was one lucky escape he thought to himself. He knew the risk and how this could have gone drastically wrong if Mike hadn't been so level headed, the guy could have easily beaten the crap out of him. Sampson got in to his 4x4 that he had parked round the corner, exhausted and aching and right now he needed his bed, on the drive back to the commune he recounted the new phrases he heard Mike saying, knocked up, breeding and poz, the last one was very new to him and could only conclude that it was slang for men fucking each other. By the time he arrived back at the commune his underwear was stuck to his arse with a gloopy sticky mess that had seeped through his jeans and left a wet patch on the leather seat, he quickly cleaned the seat with a rag he always kept on the passenger seat. Showering before he retired to bed he had one last thing to do and quietly rubbed his cock until it was hard thinking of Mike when he fucked him from behind wearing those boots. Mike undressed and laid in bed picking his phone up and opening it to the PinMyFriend app he watched the moving dot smiling to himself. During their evening of sex Sampson has dozed between getting fucked and Mike had gone in to Sampson's unlocked phone and located the default app PinMyFriend and added his email address and accepted the request on his own phone. It now meant that he could find Sampson whenever he wanted a booty call and continue his quest of knocking up the sexy green eyed boy.

BreedingTop71 has helped me embrace my inner faggotry. And my body has transformed through chastity, focusing on my pussy as my primary sexual organ and embracing my feminine nature.

A Man is Dominant and assertive but above all, a protector. Having said that, don’t buy into what our society wants us to be: castrated and whiny, asking for permission and be sweet and tender in bed like a woman. That’s not who we are! A Man fucks and dumps his sperm in a willing and welcoming hole. Male or female, the recipient’s pleasure is irrelevant. If I am with a faggot, I am the Man. I will take my pleasure from him because I am entitled to it and I will expect my fag to do what it takes to make me cum as hard as possible.

Part 5 - On Display James was on all fours on the blanket the instant Martin released his grip. His athletic body stretched into the pose with ease, showing off the tight abs, solid shoulders, and athletically tapered waist. Martin watched him get into position, then Liam dutifully started to popper the young man up. James lifted his ass toward Martin, his balls dangling in the breeze beneath his sweet hole. The hot rush of the poppers rolled through James’ body. It felt like warm, bubbling water rushing through his insides, across his abs, then his ass, down his thighs, and then back along his calves into his feet and toes. His heart was pounding. He started to move his mouth toward Liam’s long dick, but Liam met him halfway, gagging him in his enthusiasm. James was trying to get control of the blow job when he felt the hot, firm pressure against his hole. Martin had generously lubed his hole while blowing him, and his ass was suddenly very hungry for cock. Martin slid all the way inside him, filling him with the heat of raw cock. James heard himself moan around Liam’s dick, and his body filled with immense satisfaction at being taken by both these men. A weird thought flashed in his head – I’m young enough to be either one of their son. That thought excited him further, and he groaned as Liam and Martin fully spit roast him in the dunes. He was in heaven! Martin was enjoying putting on a show. There were seven or eight people watching from close by. James’ hot body was displayed on all fours with he and Liam bookending him. He almost laughed at the thought ‘the creamy middle of the cookie.’ And creamy was exactly how Martin planned to leave James. He started fucking with long, deep strokes, the sound of skin slapping against skin obvious even outdoors. He hadn’t fucked in the dunes in many years – he’d probably been around James’ age –and was feeling the thrill of being watched while he used a hot boy’s ass. A few of the men watching had pulled out their dicks and were jerking off to the live porn. James felt a sharp slap on his ass that sent a lightning bolt through his body, adding to the thrill he was already feeling. He was being pounded outdoors with guys watching! His old boyfriend was controlling and would have been horrified to see him showing off his body for others, let alone being fucked. Martin’s raw cock was intoxicating, making him feel so full and energized. He felt the hot hardness gliding in and out of his waiting ass, the bigger thrusts pushing him deeper onto Liam’s dick in his mouth. He was trying not to choke, and was hoping to get Liam’s dick out of his mouth, but Liam had put it back in each time. James knew he had lost control of the situation, and that turned him on. He had Martin’s raw cock in his ass, and started craving his load. He wanted Martin to leave part of himself inside when he was done. I know I shouldn’t – he’s poz. But he’s already bred me this week, so what does another load matter? But because of Liam’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t tell Martin how much wanted his load again. Martin buried his dick deep inside James’ velvety ass, then pulled out and started shifting his legs from kneeling to get on his feet and crouch behind the young piece of ass. James sat back a little, using the moment to escape from Liam’s cock in his mouth, and look back at Martin. Martin saw a pleading in those young eyes. “What do you need, James? What is it you really, REALLY want right now?” James was breathing heavily. “I want you to load my ass!” “Fuck yeah, boy. You need my poz load inside you.” “I really need it!” Martin looked down at James’ waiting hole, “I can feel your ass begging for it.” Martin thrust forward, hard, burying his dick deep. James winced and grunted, but did not shy away or try to escape the sudden penetration. He arched his back, making his ass more available to the older top. Martin grinned maliciously and mounted him from above; James grunted and moaned as Martin drilled his ass in a new way. “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be pozzed in front of all these guys.” James felt another thrill go through him. He was being used in public. He never thought he would be into this – he may have even been judgy about it in the past. But now that he was on display and being used for everyone’s pleasure, he understood the addiction. He felt Martin’s cock drilling into his ass, the head banging against his prostate. He was bucking backward to claim every inch of Martin. Martin felt the rush going through his body as he pounded ass, the pressure building again inside his cock. He could feel their audience’s anticipation. Finally he let it go, his toxic juices spewing deep into that hot young ass. He let out a sorta bellow mixed with grunts as he kept pumping his dick in the tight hole, and he could see his own cock lathered in his seed. His legs trembled a bit as his upper body spasmed. He let his dick slip out as he took a step back and stood up, stretching his screaming leg muscles. He watched as James collapsed into a half-curled position, his ass still raised to the air, panting from his own exertion. Martin grabbed both ass cheeks and spread them wide; the young hole was lathered in cream. James rolled onto his side, looking up at Martin. “Oh my gawd. That was amazing.” He was still breathing heavy. “I didn’t want it to stop it was so good.” “You’re not done yet,” Liam said from the side, stepping onto the blanket and kneeling in front of James. He was stroking his long cock, slicking it with fresh lube. “You have at least one more load to take.” He looked at the crowd gathered round them. “Any takers?” Liam asked the crowd. A bit of panic started to seize James. “I will,” came a familiar voice. Kenneth stepped up, his dick hard and curved upward. “Roger’s not the only one who can fuck bare,” he said quietly, probably more so to himself, as he knelt down on the blanket. James felt himself rolled onto his back by Liam’s strong arms. He was still riding the emotional high from Martin, and the world felt somewhat surreal to him in the moment. He was aware the older blonde was repositioning him on the blanket, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. He felt the cool glass of a small bottle shoved into his nostril and the other one being pinched off. “Take a good, long hit. Just do it,” Liam commended. A renewed rush was just begun to fill him when he saw Kenneth between his legs and the familiar pressure of a hard cock at his hole. I don’t think I want this, he thought, but the unformed words disappeared from his lips as Kenneth stimulated his prostate. A small whimper was all the sound he made. James was flat on his back, looking up at the sky; oddly he realized he was still wearing sunglasses. “Just relax,” Martin said from somewhere beside him. “This is what you want.” Kenneth plunged his dick down into the waiting hole. He signed deeply, satisfied that he was going to have the younger man’s ass after all. Kenneth fucked James with a steady rhythm. His style was noticeably different than Martin’s and lacked any of the thrilling energy. It was pleasurable, but nothing amazing. Still James moaned softly, Kenneth’s cock starting to feel better in his hole than it first had. He looked down the length of his body, seeing Kenneth is a slightly new way. His body was decent looking, with some hair across his pecs and running down to his bellybutton. His moppy hair fell in his eyes as he fucked. He started to move his pelvis side to side, his cock moving at new angles inside James. “You like my dick?” “Yeah,” James replied without thinking. It’s not a bad fuck. It just doesn’t compare with Martin. Kenneth began fucking faster, sitting up straighter and pulling James with him into a slightly awkward position where his legs with perpendicular to the ground. James was still aware he was being fucked outdoors with onlookers, and that kept him sexually stimulated and wanting more. “I’m gonna breed your ass!” Kenneth declared and fucked faster for about 30 seconds before unloading into James. He thrusts were short and punctuated by hard breaths, which subsided quickly. Kenneth pulled out and stepped away a moment later. James felt his chest being massaged. “I imagine that was disappointing after my cock,” Martin said softly into his ear. “Where’d you go?” “I was here. He just jumped in really fast.” Martin leaned in and kissed him softly, then more deeply. James settled into the kiss and ran a hand across the older Brit’s impressive chest. “You looked so hot getting fucked.” “By you or him?” “Yes,” Martin grinned. “Liam wants to take you next. I want to see him mount you.” He stroked James’ cheek. “You want that too, don’t you?” Martin was irresistible. “Yeah, I do,” James answered.

Three guys walked inside. The one at the front I recognized. Javier. Fuck. I told him everything. More than everything. He was mid 50s, short a little chubby but strong. "Hey man! We're here." He dropped his pants and started jerking his cock. The other two started to undress too. I recognized him. Javier. We'd had a deep conversation about my predicament and now I could remember handing him my key. I also remembered inviting him to fuck me without a condom. *Facepalm* "Listen Javi-" he interrupted me by sticking his dick in my mouth. His friends, a couple of mid thirties guys with way less charisma, came over and pulled down the comforter and my pajamas. As Javier pumped my mouth I felt my ass exposed. They spread my ass from behind and squirted lube into my asshole. 2 fingers followed up, getting everything wet and loose. One of the other guys flipped me over onto a pillow and slid his bare dick in me. Javier rubbed his cock against my cheek as his friend fucked my ass. "Oh fuck yeah this ass is tight," said javier's friend as he ejaculated in me. The other guy--Thomas, I figured out--penetrated me right away. He pumped my ass hard and soon shot his load in me too. By then I was crying. I felt used and awful that my first gay sex had been nonconsensual. To his credit, Javier talked to me and I recognized that I did want to experience raw anal sex with strangers. He flipped me over onto my back and spread my legs. Semen and lube dripped out of my ass and ran down my ass. He slid his thick 7 inches inside me. Javier started talking dirty, calling me a stupid cumslut. He slapped against me then buried his cock inside. I jerked my coc k with the ample lube and cum on me. I shot a huge load on my chest as he ground deeper into me. "Stay still. Let me finish." He pushed in deep. Fuck. I had no idea how many loads were in my asshole, but I knew I was sloppy.

@CummyBearXXX Vers stocky beary [banned word] in North Wales/NW UK

I dont believe that Hillary Clinton sips baby blood to get high. I don’t believe that Bill Gates wants to use the COVID vaccine to geotag everyone . I don’t believe that socialism means that countries are destroyed and their population taken to concentration camps. I am a rational person who believe in facts and logic. It appears there’s very few of us left in the USA but by sheer definition, I am a Democrat. And if a guy I am going to fuck tells me he is a republican I tell him to have his mom use a dildo on him cause I am NOT touching them. Never been horny enough to have to deal with any of them.

Part 2 I didn’t cum in him. I knew if I did the shame and fear would hit me, so I pulled out and stood there dripping with piss and panting with lust. He stood up and kissed me, his chubby body warm against mine. “My name’s Alex,” He said. “I want your piss later” Then he winked and headed off into the gloom. It was filling up with naked bodies now, mostly older men, and it was beginning to smell of sweat and piss. I found my beer and drained it, then headed off to the toilet. It was a small space with basins and a single cubicle on one side and a steel trough on the other. Two or three guys were in there naked and stroking themselves. An old man sat on the filthy wet floor in the corner, his spindly body wet and dripping. As I came in, he opened his mouth showing blackened and stained teeth and beckoned me over. I stood over him and he grabbed my cock and guided it into his disgusting mouth. He didn’t suck, just held it there and mumbled “piss in it.” I hesitated as the others moved into watch. All my instincts were against it. All the things we are taught as children about using a toilet and not peeing ourselves kicked in but then, with a shudder I let myself go and felt the warm liquid fill his mouth and surround my cock. He guzzled and drank greedily as I pissed and at the same time I felt my inhibitions go and the glorious sensation of being dirty and wicked as I pissed in his mouth. By the time I’d finished, I was hard again and he began to suck me off but, again, I didn’t want to cum so I pulled free of his grasping fingers. I stumbled outside, grabbed another beer and found a stool to sit on as my breathing slowed and my heart stopped pounding. What had I become? I had no real idea what went on here until now. And yet, my cock was still hard and I could feel myself smiling crazily as I thought about what had happened. Someone came and sat on the stool beside me. I turned and saw it was the Asian guy and next to him stood a short, balding man with tit rings and a large scorpion tattoo on his upper arm. “Ok?” Said the Asian man loudly over the music which had been turned up. I nodded and sipped my beer. The bald guy said nothing but stared intently at me. “He’s got a nice arse!” He said to the balding guy. “I came in it earlier.” I blushed and sipped my beer as the man with the scorpion tattoo grinned in a wicked kind of way. His cock was big and fat with a large ring in the end and as he saw me looking, he started to stroke it until it started to stiffen. “Like what you see, mate?” He said in a gruff voice. I didn’t really know what to say and just nodded. The Asian guy leaned close to me and whispered in my ear “You know my cum was poz, don’t you?” I felt my heart lurch. Although the chubby young man had said he was toxic, he could have been winding me up. To hear the man himself tell me and knowing it to be true was something else. And yet….it was exciting to know the risk I was taking. He saw my face and laughed. “He wants it bad, Jim!” Jim’s cock was erect, thick and long with a drool of pre-cum hanging off the cock ring. He took my hand and put it on his penis. “That’s it,” he said. “Give it a good feel. Do you like my poz cock?” My hand trembled as I encircled the heavy, warm erection and touched the heavy steel ring. I couldn’t help stroking it and I felt my control going. “Come on,” Said the Asian guy. “ Come and get fucked.” He got up and led the way towards the toilets. I hesitated, but the balding guy slid his hand over my arse and stuck his finger in me. He must have had some lube because it slid in easily and then he worked it in and out. “Nice.” he said.”Go on then.”

Just like the first chapter, this is a work of fiction, never happened, and is not meant to be re-enacted. Chapter 2: Shawn Joins the Club Two weeks after Shawn's conversion and tattooing, he came down with the worst case of the flu he had ever experienced. Fuck, he thought, he had an awards show to get to, not that anyone in the world would be happy to see him there. "How are you feeling?" John asked him as he entered the room. "Horrible. My fever is over 101." "That's good. That's the fuck flu, your immune system is reacting to the virus you had pumped into your body. Time we go get you tested." With that Shawn went slack jaw again. Fuck, all that fucking, the biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest, it really was coming back to bite him. Shawn went with John to a testing center for a rapid test, they were somehow able to avoid the paparazzi on the way in. Surely they would not be there on the way out. The nurse took Shawn's blood and put it into the test. In fifteen minutes the test result came back. "I'm sorry sir, unfortunately you have come back positive for HIV. A specialist will be coming in shortly to discuss treatment options with you." Shawn's heart sank. Immediately after the door shut John smiled, "Congratulations. You're one of us now." Shawn rolled his eyes. "Thanks to you I'm out thousands of dollars on medications now!" "Medication? Oh no Shawn we're leaving now, you have an awards show to get to. I don't want to hear you talk like that to me ever again. You had us pump this virus into you." Shawn went silent. With that, he followed John out of the testing center and went home to get ready for the awards show tonight. John had already talked to Shawn's stylist to ensure that he did not attempt to cover up his new tattoo. His suit today would be just like the last one, shirt buttoned low to show off his chest. When Shawn saw what his stylist had waiting for him, he his heart sank. Fuck, I will be on the cover of all the tabloids tomorrow, Shawn thought. But he was too sick to fight anymore, he just suited up and got ready for the awards show that night. He looked at himself in the mirror, a tight sky blue suit, black shirt, and his signature black boots, the slightest movement of his arms puts his new tattoo on full display. The second he stepped out of the limo onto the red carpet he was bombarded with reporters trying to ask him questions and fans booing and calling him all kinds of names and homophobic slurs. Fuck, why did John make me come to this, he thought. Thankfully, he was not required to talk to a single one of them. He doesn't think he could bring himself to answer any questions about cancelling his tour or what happened when the whole world saw him leaving that place in handcuffs and his suit from the night before. All of a sudden he turned to the side, he could hear John snickering at the humiliation he was putting him through. Shawn just went down the red carpet as fast as he could. He just wanted to be done with it, he could not stand it. Just get through tonight, he thought. It will all be over once the night is over and hopefully he won't be going to any after parties. With other celebs or with his manager. The dinner portion of the awards show did not go well for Shawn, a man came to his table and asked for an interview and unfortunately, with all eyes on him there was no way to say no. John smirked at him from across the table. "So Shawn, I think everyone here is dying to know: What happened a couple weeks ago that ended you being cuffed and escorted into a limo followed by you cancelling the rest of the tour? I don't think you're a bad guy, I just want you to tell everyone the truth. What happened in there and what is this new tattoo?" The man asked as he gently spread open Shawn's shirt with his finger. Shawn hesitated, he stared at John, hoping that he would tell him what to do somehow. Then he decided, that was it, Shawn could not take this anymore. He didn't want to hide. "This tattoo, it's a biohazard tattoo, it's what people who are HIV+ have. I tested positive today," Shawn told the man while everyone started to whisper. John was smiling and nodding his head. "You heard it here ladies and gentleman. You know, several celebrities who have HIV have been going all over the world talking about safe sex. Do you plan to join that conversation? It can be a world changer and has done a lot for their careers." The man said and tilted the microphone to Shawn. Shawn swallowed, knowing what he had to do. "No. My career is over. Two weeks ago, the night before that photo was taken, I laid back in a sling and was fucked raw by over 50 men, all of whom had HIV." The people began to boo him aggressively. "I'm a cum dump, that is my career now. You can find the video of what happened that night online. In fact, I plan on doing it again," with that, Shawn stood up from the table, buttoned his jacket closed again and stormed out. John was not far behind. "Shawn! You're officially one of us now! Congrats!" John yelled. "Shut up, just get me to the party..." Shawn stopped right as he got back out to where the red carpet was. There were atleast thirty old, sleazy looking men waiting with the back doors of a windowless van. John brushed past Shawn and joined the men by the van. Shawn stopped at the end of the carpet, he turned around and saw the last of the career he was leaving behind. Shawn's face went blank and began to step towards the van, this time walking slightly faster than he did towards the sling, but all you could still hear was the deep click of his boots on the ground. Once he was in arms reach of the men he was aggressively yanked into the van. The van smelled like piss and must, the men all took turns spitting on Shawn's face as he felt the van speed off. He was pushed to his knees where he began to suck all of their infected cocks, several of which were covered in warts and lesions. "Yeah suck that cock bitch. Tonight we're gonna recharge you while you have the fuck flu. You are done for!" The van pulled up to the same house Shawn was converted in. The doors opened and the men picked Shawn up and ran him down to the basement this time. It was pitch black but Shawn knew there were at least fifty more men. He was quickly brought to the center of the room and pushed to his knees, then all of a sudden the men took two steps away. His jaw slacked again in disappointment because he thought he would be sucking all their cocks. But before he could say anything he felt streams of piss all over him. He drank some, ran some through his hair, washed his new suit with it, and was disappointed when all eighty of the men had finished. Then he felt arms on him again. A light turned on right as he was being pushed back into a rubber suit. He was zipped up, strapped to a fuck chair, and a gas mask lowered onto his head to feed him poppers again. Man after man came up to fuck him through a hole in his trousers. Shawn hoped it would last forever, but it did not. Eventually, all eighty men had dumped their toxic loads in him. Fuck, he thought, they forgot to let him out of the rubber. He tried to yell but couldn't through the gas mask. He was to stay here all zipped up in rubber on top of his wet suit. Fuck, my suit is going to mildew if I stay here. Then he heard John's voice. "You aren't getting out Shawn. I'll send a few men down everyday to feed you, but you'll be down here for the whole week. Next Saturday you're booked for another awards show. We'll let you out then," John said as he walked off. Shawn stopped struggling. This is his life now, he is a newly converted pig. And he loved it.

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Mentioned in another post. I've been blowing a str8 buddy for a while who asked what fucking boy's ass felt like. He seemed genuinely curious so next time he was due to come to mine for a blowjob I asked my boy, Drew to be there as well. We got naked and me and Drew got on our knees and sucked my buddy. As I was deep throating my buddy Drew stood up, next over the couch and spread his legs. I stood up and led my buddy by his cock to stand behind Drew. I told him now's your chance to find out how amazing Drew's ass is. He hesitated so I told him to shut his eyes and Id guide him in. He pressed his cok on Drew's hole and I kind of pushed him in - Drew is easy to penetrate but tightens up when your in. As soon as my buddy wa inside Drew the male drive took over and he pumped Drew hard with a big grin on his face. He shot his load inside Drew with s loud "FUCK YEAH" On his way ou /I old him Drew's ass is yours whenever you need it. He's been back twice and needed to persuasion to fuck my Boy. Drew is the only boy he's fucked so the next step is to get him inside a different lad. My buddy has never been faithful to his GFs and has always fucked around. I've told him that if all he's after is physical pleasure then there are legions of easily availably bottom boys needing to be fucked snd seeded. And they just ent your hard cock and your seed. II doubt he'll ever be emotionally gay but I reckon I can set him on the path to being a regular boy breeder.

Or a dude that pays your bills and your rent LOL

I would pay anything to be fucked by Peto Coast

So you’re telling me you want to be raped, but NOT murdered? Got it.

Ironic, isn't it. The virus must take hold and replicate itself, and when it controls you to spread it around, it is doing its job. You become not only its host, but also its manufacturer. And the gift goes on. And on and on and on. Venom was right. This must be part of the allure of conversion. The control. The lack of control. The monsters dwelling inside us. The toxic spew that is continually producing itself.

I agree with FelchingPisser. With all respect, I'm a 'pup'; its intrinsic. Part of that is wanting 'Daddy'. I realize this begs for the 'abnormal' label from some, but lets face it: Normality is a myth. I've read psychology studies where they take on 'gay hookup culture' in the days before multiculturalism, and cluck and clutch-pearls about the 'disorders attendant ti the sexual-inversion disorder'..and then , I snicker, thinking about the reported 60% among the heteros slipping out on their spouses in quest of cock or pussy on the hoof, a mere generation later. All this, a mere 25 years after those august headshrinkers clucked over the bathhouses! In short, i just..I don't believe in 'normalacy', at all. I admit to a screwed up childhood..but, hell, 60% of kids probably have one with broken homes, and parents who go hunting strange whenever they can. I'm just not a hypocrite about things. I want a Daddy-figure in my life, for whatever reason. Thats my business, I think.

Part 4 The young guy who they called 'the gifter' lay next to Logan as he still high as fuck as 'the chemist' came in the bedroom. He handed 'the gifter' a bag of meth, several points and a bottle of water. The kid quickly prepared a couple points for himself while 'the chemist' fixed Logan's next slam. As 'the gifter' ready to administer his own slam 'the chemist' was about to give Logan his slam. The man in charge came into the bedroom and told Logan that as where his gifter was gentle the rest of the fucking he was about to get would be much rougher since Logan was to learn that his place was to please anyone he was told to please however they wanted. As 'the chemist' administered Logan's slam 'the gifter' was doing his own slam. 'The gifter' coughed out hard and began to enjoying his rush as Logan coughed out hard. 'The gifter' leaned over and kissed Logan as men began to enter the bedroom. Although Logan was the main attraction, 'the gifter' got his share of cock. Logan was kept his and high for 3 days as he was thoroughly fucked. 'The gifter' really wanted to pay attention to Logan. At one point they positioned both boys in 69 as they got fucked. Although Logan couldn't get hard he certainly enjoyed his chock being sucked. 'The chemist' kept Logan high as God while 'the gifter' took care of himself. 'The gifter' knew that Logan would be as addicted as he was and hoped that they could be party buds. After 3 days off non-stop partying and fucking it was evident that he was ready for a hard crash. 'The gifter' asked if he could look after Logan through his crash and the head man told him that he wasn't only supposed to look after Logan, he was responsible for slamming him up again, but this time he wasn't to be fucked. He could have Logan suck his cock. 'The gifter' moved to a back bedroom where they carried Logan as he passed out. The two snuggled up in bed as Logan zonked out. Logan was out could for nearly 2 days.

One of the guys standing against the wall pulled up his trousers and dug a tissue from his pocket, wiping the crack of his arse before fastening up his belt and leaving through the door into the corridor. I looked around at the group of men who had followed me into the cinema and felt my heart start to pound . I descended the two steps into the standing space and moved against the wall. With trembling fingers, I undid my trousers, and pushed them and my underpants down to my ankles. The man next to me grinned, and offered me a battered tube of KY. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and rubbed it into my hole, feeling the cool lube on me. I was only just in time. Several guys squeezed into the space behind me as I gave the lube back and rested my arms on the top of the wall and watched the screen where the twinks were playing. Bodies crowded behind me, and I felt rough fingers pulling my buttocks apart. Suddenly, a long, thin cock probed my cunt and began to slide up me. I gasped with shock and excitement as the smooth length slid right up me and then began to thrust in and out. There were gasps and soft grunts behind me and a voice whispered "Fuck it. Fuck that hole." The man in me lowered his trousers and raised his shirt so I could feel his fat, hairy belly pushing against my arse. It was really hot in that small space, and I began to sweat profusely. Poppers were shoved under my nose, and I gratefully took a deep sniff, feeling my body melt in surrender to the urgent thrusts in and out of my rectum. "Look at that" someone else said, "he fuckin' loves it." The man in me gave a grunt of pleasure as his cock swelled and spurted into me. He sighed happily and pulled out and a gush of his spunk dripped onto the floor. "Christ!" someone laughed. "Dirty little sod's doing it bareback!" There was some jostling behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see a fat black guy, face running with sweat and shirt unbuttoned to reveal a pair of tits and a huge belly. He dropped his pants, and I just had a glimpse of a dark, fat, veiny cock before he pushed it into me, crushing me against the wall with his bulk. He began to fuck me with slow, delicious strokes until I was gasping for breath and my hole had flowered open around his shaft. "Like that, bitch?" he whispered into my ear. "Like that big cock up your cunt?" I moaned and nodded, thrusting back to meet him and feeling his sweaty belly against my back. "Want my cum, boy?" he breathed, the thrusts in my arse getting faster. I gasped in pleasure and he said "Dirty bitch, came here to get knocked up, didn't you?" I knew what he meant and felt my body shiver with fear, but it was too late now. I was crushed helplessly against the wall. "Gonna give you my poison," he breathed "and you be knocked up good." His hand snaked around and clamped over my mouth and then he gave a loud snort of pleasure and his cock throbbed and swelled, throbbed and swelled and I knew he was pozzing me. When he'd finished, he pulled his cock out of me, scooped up the cum running between my cheeks, and pushed into me with his finger. I heard him laugh and say." Well now, boys, bitch wants knocking up. Who else's got a good strong, dirty load for him?" Next to me was the thin, middle-aged guy who had given me the lube and had been standing naked against the wall, hoping to entice a cock into his flaccid, wrinkly buttocks. The veins stood out on his legs and arms and he had a firm, round pot belly. His cock was rigid as he had watched events, and I saw him give an evil grin, as he said "Me next" The black guy put his face close to mine and whispered. "This guy has full-blown AIDS. You sure you want him?" I said nothing, although my heart pounded in my chest and my mouth was dry with fear. He patted me gently on the shoulder as he said to the other guy "Guess he's all yours, John." The wasted creature got behind me and I felt the first stab of his diseased cock and then it slid up me in a rush. " Oh God" I gasped, taking another his of poppers and giving myself up to depravity. The black guy gently stroked my hair and whispered soothingly "It's ok, kid. Just relax. Take his babies." The man was fucking me like a rabbit and gasping with excitement. "Here it comes!" he gasped and the black guy held my face, turning it to kiss him as the poz spunk began to flow into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks, whether with happiness or fear I couldn't say, but when it was done and the thin man had backed off into the crowd, I could only surrender as the black guy pulled me sideways and bent me over, reaching over to spread my cheeks so the cum could be clearly seen leaking from my hole. "Who's next?" he asked.

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... So, a guy came over and bred me last night. (No surprise there). But I was a bit surprised when I learned what his occupation was. This guys has fucked me a couple times before. He’s a bit heavier than I typically like and I’m not very attracted to him, but he has a thick 7.5” cock which tends to make up for a lot of flaws. Last night I saw him on Scruff and asked if he had a load for me. He said he could be over in 15 minutes. So I told him to bring it. I know he has a profile on Adam4Adam, too, which is how I hooked up with him before. He also had one on BBRT. Anyway, he came over and I was quickly on my knees blowing his nice thick cock. Then he grabbed me and pushed me toward my bed. I sucked him some more, and then he had me lube his dick so I could ride it. Damn but his thick fucker felt good sliding up my ass raw!! He grabbed my hips and pumped me for a good 10 minutes. And then it was onto all fours for some deeper penetration. And then at the end he pushed me onto my stomach and humped the hell out of my hole. I was moaning from the friction and begging for his load. “You want it?” He panted. “You want this 5 day load up your ass??” Fuck yes I did. I clamped my hole with all my might and arched my ass to meet his thrusts. It didn’t take long and he was flooding me with his spunk. When he was spent, he pulled out and rolled off me. I scooped the final few drops of jizz from his piss slit and fingered them up my ass. Damn was my hole a cumsloppy mess!! While basking in the afterglow, he asked what I did for a living and I told him. Then I asked what he did. "You don’t know?" He asked suspiciously. "Nope," I said. "Um, I’m an HIV educator." He says sheepishly. "I hope you aren’t the kind to ‘kiss and tell’- I don’t do hookups often and I really don’t want people in the community finding out that I do… this." "Dude- you’re secret is safe with me," I told him. "You just made the sex so much hotter!!! I love that you put your raw cock in me and I just took your seed bareback. You’re a DL fucking pig! You can breed me any time!!!" "I know that I’m a hypocrite and I know that I shouldn’t fuck bare— but I just fucking HATE condoms," He confides. "You and me both," I say. More...

Wonton is a Chinese delicacy: a small ball of meat or veg wrapped in a filo-like pastry, sealed with a twist which gives them their more colloquial name of lion's heads. I think they meant wanton. It's an easy mistake, but I do like the idea of getting it on in a bath of something yielding but edible... Oh, and it should be "be it known"... I do wish that when people come up with these pledges that they at least spellchecked them and then ran them over someone else for grammatical errors - otherwise I just can't take them seriously.

When i was a lot younger a top forced himself in me basically it was rape and very painful. Afterwards i got away as fast as i could. But that night i dreamed about it and it became a recurring fantasy. It was a smaller city and it only took about a week before I saw him again. He tried to avoid me but i went up to him and asked him to fuck me again. He did in the toilets. It hurt like hell and we both got off on it. It taught me to be honest with myself - i am a slut If a bottom isnt into pain - so what? do it anyway

I always think that's going to be the case until it actually gets to the fuck. The times I've been taken like a piece of meat with no lube then just turn out to be humiliating and degrading and I find it really hard (even more than usual) to cum myself. I get excited before and after when I reflect on the fuck, but during I tend just to cry and wish for it to be over. Still go back for more though.