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I'm a loser right and I've love to hang around with cocky alpha males. I was on a night out with Jake, slim, twinky, shredded body with amazing abs and blonde hair. We're both 24. We were at the club when he spied this beefy muscular bear. I know how it goes - this is the point where I get dropped. The bear came over and was like "I'm Darren, want a drink". They danced for a bit and I sat at the bar and had a few drinks - as ever noone noticed me. Maybe it is because I am super skinny. At the end of the night Jake came over, I was surprised as normally when he pulls he just leaves . He said "Darren thinks I could cuck you, make you watch as we fuck - up for it". I knew it wouldn't help my self esteem but it made my dick hard and I was drunk so said "yeh, sounds hot". We got a taxi back to Darren's and Jake sucked him off for a bit. Eventually Darren said "time to breed you with my toxic cock". At this point I noticed his rock hard cock was like a beer can - so long and thick. My cock got rock solid but Jake was not as keen. "Hold off - your toxic - you never mentioned that". Darren said "you never asked and besides most twinks like you don't care". Jake replied "well I'm not most twinks - I am staying clean and I ALWAYS use condoms". Darren said "well one of you is taking me raw tonight and I don't care which but Jake - you wanted fucked and you're gonna get it - anyway you're cock is solid, you want it". Darren handed us both poppers each and we sniffed greedily. "Tell me you don't want fucked". Jake was silent. Darren turned to me and said "you've always wanted Jake". I nodded my head. "How bad". I said I'd do anything. At this Darren threw me a condom and I put it on confused. He turned to Jake saying "how about we let this sub lad be your human condom - I wanna wreck him"....

Darren lubed his mighty weapon and slowly but firmly pushed all the way inside me totally raw. I moaned at first in pain then in intense pleasure. Jake pushed himself onto my rubbered cock and we fucked together. Eventually Darren started to growl and Jake moaned "yeah, poz the loser" and Darren did spurting load after load into my hole causing me to shoot and Jake in turn. Jake turned and kissed me saying "thanks for taking the bullet for me" and I replied that the pleasure was all mine. We got into bed with Darren a twink on each side and all fell asleep together.

[Remember - this is fiction, not recommended behavior...] "Here you go Mrs. Winters, one Grande Cinnamon Spice Mocha," Antonio said, handing the coffee drink to the elderly woman across the counter. "I put an extra bit of cinnamon in it just like you like it," he added, with a wink and a smile. "Thank you, Antonio," Mrs. Winters said, sipping the mocha and returning the smile. "You're the sweetest young man." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Winters," Antonio replied flirtatiously, handing her the receipt. "Have a great day." Antonio was quite the "Chatty Cathy" type while at work, always talking with the customers. Management liked him, customers liked him, and his co-workers liked him. Antonio was just naturally outgoing, talkative and effusive. All that, coupled with his handsome Italian-American looks and coloring made for one very sexy package. The Starbucks in the grocery store was unusually slow this time of the day and Antonio was glad. All the studying he'd been doing for school was starting to wear him down, and he was glad it was Friday because this was the only day of the week when he didn't have classes. He'd been up since 4:30 am to work the shift starting at 5:30 am, and he was already tired. He looked at the clock: it was only 7:30 am. Five hours to go before he was off for the whole weekend. He picked up the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. He was so deep in thought now that he didn't see the handsome man at the counter. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, folding the paper and putting it on a shelf behind him and washing his hands. "Just looking for a place to live. What'll you have?" "Mmm...," the man said, looking at the menu. "How about a Caramel Macchiato?" "Great choice," Antonio said. "What size?" "Make it a Venti," the man said. "By the way, why are you looking for a place to live?" Antonio, ever the chatterbox, explained his current living situation to the man. He'd been living with his mom and her new husband ever since he got out of the Army and lately things were getting tense. His "step dad" was a real shit and Antonio didn't like him very much. Since he was taking a full load at the community college he could only work part time, which meant that he didn't have enough money for his own place. But he really wanted to get out, so every day he scoured the newspapers looking for cheap studios or people who were looking for roommates. Anything would be better than living under the same roof with that asshole. There was no one else in line so the man stayed and continued to chat. "You were in the Army?" he asked incredulously. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two," Antonio replied. "I know, I look younger." In fact, he looked 16 or 17. "Why the Army?" "I kinda had to go in," Antonio said. "Why's that?" the man asked, taking a drink. Antonio rolled his eyes and shook his head as he went on. "Well, I got into a little legal trouble after I graduated. Nothing too bad, but bad enough. Part of the plea arrangement was that I join the Army. I just got out six months ago, thank god, but I still gotta see my probation officer every week for the next two years. But it beats prison." The man nodded. "I'd have to agree with that. By the way, my name's Craig." He reached out and shook Antonio's hand. Antonio pointed to his nametag. "Antonio... but then I'm sure you probably already knew that." He smiled his big, infectious smile and Craig felt all warm inside. The kid was hot! He looked him up and down quickly. Antonio was about five foot eleven. There was a workout room in the condo complex where he lived that he used whenever he wasn't working or studying. As a result, he was toned in all the right places but not too muscled. He had wide shoulders and a narrow waist. His pecs were well defined and he had a flat stomach with the beginnings of a six-pack. He had a round bubble butt and, from what Craig could see, a nice bulge in his pants. He had floppy, disheveled-looking hair that looked like he spent a lot of time on it to make it go that way, but which in reality, had a mind of its own and did whatever it wanted. Over the years he had learned to just go with it. All in all, Antonio was what you would call a pretty boy. "Have you thought about getting a second part time job?" Craig asked. Antonio sighed. "Yeah, but it's kinda tough, what with my school schedule and all, you know? I haven't been able to find anything that fits." "Well," Craig said, reaching into his wallet and handing Antonio a business card. "I manage this club and we could always use an extra waiter. It'd only be a couple nights a week and the tips are pretty good." Antonio took the card and looked at it. Craig Powers, Manager, the card read. The name of the club was The Fly and the "Y" in Fly was in the shape of an open zipper. "Is this a gay bar?" Antonio asked. "Yes," Craig replied. "Would that be a problem?" "Well I'm straight," Antonio said. "Wouldn't that be a problem? Or at least awkward?" Craig smiled. "Most of the guys who work for me are straight," he said, lying through his teeth. "In fact, most of them are students just making some extra cash. Like I said, the tips are good. Some of the guys make a couple hundred a night." Antonio looked at the card again. "I wouldn't have to do anything queer would I? I mean, I wouldn't have to... you know..." Craig laughed out loud. "No. There are no strings attached. Now I'm not saying that some of the guys don't, how should I say it, 'go the extra mile' for some of the regulars. But that's not a requirement. You'd be there strictly to serve drinks. Nothing else." Antonio looked at the card, then at Craig, and then back at the card. "I don't know, man," he said. "Hey," Craig said with a wave of his hand, "the job is yours if you want it. No pressure. If you're interested, the shift is from 9:00 pm till closing." Antonio put the card in his back pocket. "I'll think about it Craig," he said. "And by the way, the coffee's on me." Later that afternoon Antonio had a nasty argument with his step dad. He slammed the door to his room and stripped out of his uniform. He rarely wore underwear and his fat, eight-inch cock flopped around as he tossed his pants onto the bed and dug through his drawer for his jock strap. He figured he'd go to the work out room for a couple of hours. At least there he wouldn't have to put up with his step dad. He remembered his jock strap was in the wash and rummaged around until he found a pair of briefs. He found a new, unopened package and tore it open. He only wore briefs when he played sports or worked out and then only if his jock was dirty. He didn't like the feel of butt-huggers and would rather free-ball or wear boxers. He pulled a pair of shorts over the crisp white briefs and then his track pants. He made sure all the snaps were closed on either side before he put on his Duke t-shirt and shoes. The work out room was locked so instead of going back to the house, he got into his car and drove around. As he drove his mind kept going back to the conversation he'd had with Craig Powers that morning. Shit, a couple hundred bucks in tips a night! A couple weeks working there and he could get a place of his own fast. A nice place, too. But a gay bar? The thought turned him off. He knew people who were gay and all, but he didn't really hang out with any of them. But the money was tempting and he kept thinking about Craig's job offer. He was a little worried about getting felt up or something, but he kept pushing that thought away. Who the fuck cares! He wasn't gay. So some faggot copped a feel. Big deal! It hardly seemed an inconvenience for a couple hundred a night. He decided to give it a shot. At 8:30 pm that night Antonio walked through the front door of The Fly. The place looked upscale, but it was a total fag hangout! There were drag queens and dudes dressed in leather and all kinds of shit. Then Antonio saw the waiters. They were all dressed in tight 2xist boxer briefs (white, black, or grey), and equally tight, brightly colored lycra t-shirts that totally clung to their bodies and showed off their chests and nipples through the thin material. Plus, the shirts were short enough that the guys' bare stomachs showed. He also noticed that most of the waiters had bills of various denominations tucked into the waistbands of their underwear. Shit, Antonio said to himself, I can't do this. I can't parade around in my underwear in front of a bunch of queers. He was about to turn and leave when he saw Craig making his way across the room toward him. "Antonio!" He said smiling, sticking out his hand. "I'm glad you decided to come by. What do you think?" Antonio swallowed nervously as he looked around the room. "Well, to be honest, I think I'm gonna take a pass. I don't think I'd be too comfortable walking around in my underwear." "Well, that's the uniform," Craig said. "I probably should've told you earlier. But I understand your position. Like I said this morning, it's your choice. We only want you here if you want to be here. Sorry it didn't work out." Antonio saw one of the waiters pulling bills from his waistband. Shit, there must be fifty bucks there! He could sure use that kind of money. He turned to Craig, who could almost see the dollar signs in Antonio's eyes. "What the hell," he said. "I'll do it." A huge smile spread across Craig's face and he patted Antonio on the back. "Way to go! Just follow me and I'll hook you up with an outfit and show you your section." Antonio followed Craig to the back office as Craig continued to explain the job. "It's pretty easy, really. You just take their drink order, the bartender makes them, and you serve the customer." "I saw some of the customers patting guys on the butts and stuff," Antonio said. "I'm not so sure about that." "Ah," Craig said, waving his hand again. "That's nothing. To be honest, the friendlier you are, the better the tips. All you have to do is smile and be nice. Just pretend you're working your other job." Antonio laughed. "That's easy for you to say. I don't work at Starbucks in my underwear." "Yeah, and I bet you don't get $20 tips, either," Craig countered. He could see the dollar signs flash in Antonio's eyes again and knew he had the naïve stud hooked. Antonio gulped. "Shit..." he murmured. "Sorry... I mean shoot. That's not too shabby." He was torn. On the one hand, he could really use the money, but on the other hand, he didn't want any fag touching his ass or anything. The money quickly won out. Craig opened a cabinet and flipped through several packages of t- shirts and underwear before settling on black boxer briefs and an ice-blue lycra t-shirt. He handed them to Antonio. "Here. I think these'll look good on you. You can change in the bathroom if you want." Antonio took the clothes and went out of the office and into the bathroom. He went into a large stall, noting the glory hole, and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He put on the boxer briefs. They were snug and totally highlighted his package. He put on the t- shirt and went to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like a total fag. At that moment Craig walked in. "Dude," he said, looking Antonio up and down, "I have a feeling you're gonna make some nice tips tonight." "Really?" Antonio said, adjusting his big cock and balls. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a hard on. "Oh yeah," Craig said. "You look good enough to eat." Antonio blushed. "Where should I put my stuff?" Craig gestured toward a row of lockers against one of the walls. "Use number fourteen. Here's the key." The key was on a hot pink bracelet and Antonio slipped it around his wrist. "Time to start," Craig said, looking at his watch. They stepped into the bar and Craig pointed to a set of booths and tables near the bar. "That'll be your section. Tables one through twelve. They're all numbered so don't worry about it. Just be yourself and you'll be fine. Oh," he continued, pointing to another guy, "and this is Nathan. He just started last night. He'll be working this section with you." Antonio looked at the guy. Nathan was about Antonio's height but wasn't as toned, although he did have a great body. He was more cute than handsome, with brown hair and eyes and a big, Midwestern- looking smile. He looked the picture of innocence. His uniform was white boxer briefs and a bright yellow top. Just by looking at him Antonio was positive he was straight, too. Nathan reached out and shook Antonio's hand. "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, you too," Antonio replied. By now Craig had left and Antonio turned to Nathan. "So, you started last night?" Nathan nodded. "To be honest, this place wouldn't be my first choice. I work at another restaurant downtown but I'm only a back- waiter. I made more in tips here last night than I do in three days at the other place." "Really?" Antonio was intrigued. "Did you have to do anything, you know, queer?" he asked. Nathan shook his head. "No. Well, I got my ass pinched and patted a couple of times, but that's not bad, considering I walked out of here with $150.00 in tips." Antonio's jaw almost dropped. "Shit! That much? Fuck, I'll let these fags feel me up for $150.00 bucks!" Nathan and Antonio laughed, unaware that Craig was standing just a few feet away and had overheard everything they said. An hour later Antonio was on his way to drop off a drink order when he saw Craig. "Hey Craig," he said. "Have you seen Nathan? Is he on a break or something? He's been gone awhile." "Nathan went home sick a little while ago," Craig explained. "I think he has the stomach flu or something. He wasn't looking too good so I sent him home." Antonio had no idea that at this very moment a drugged-up Nathan was bent over a table in Craig's office getting his ass and mouth fucked. In fact, Craig had just come from plowing the poor kid's virgin ass. Earlier Nathan had gone to use the restroom. As he was leaving, a cloth soaked in chloroform had been clamped over his face. He had resisted but someone grabbed his arm and he felt the prick of a needle. Then everything began to get hazy and swirly. He was half-carried, half-dragged to Craig's office where he was now being raped. Antonio went about with his work for the next couple of hours, completely unaware of the stares he was getting from the guys at one of his tables. They had come in together about an hour ago. As he walked over to check on their drinks one of them said to him, "Why don't you join us?" "Oh, I don't think I can," Antonio said. "I'm not sure I'm allowed. This is my first night." "Sure you can join them," Craig said, as he just happened to walk by. "Jimmy'll cover for you," he said, pointing to the waiter who had taken over for the absent Nathan. He whispered into Antonio's ear, "if you play your cards right, you can make some extra cash here." Antonio shrugged his shoulders and smiled. He looked at the guys at the table. "I guess I can sit down for a few minutes," he said. The guys introduced themselves. There was Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce. Apparently they were regulars. They were expensively dressed in designer clothes. Antonio could tell they were wearing Calvin Klein, Tommy Hilfiger, Kenneth Cole and Hugo Boss clothing. Apparently these guys were well off. He just might make some good tips if he were extra nice to these guys. "So, Antonio," Todd said. "What'll you have?" "Uh... just a beer. I probably shouldn't have anything too strong, since I still have a few hours on my shift." He stood up to get his beer but Todd put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his chair. "I'll get it," he offered. "Relax a bit." Antonio began talking to Steven, Mike and Bruce while Todd went to get his beer. Todd returned a couple minutes later. He had ordered Antonio an MGD in a frosted mug and the guys watched as Antonio took a long draw on it, savoring the taste as it went down. He had no idea that Todd had slipped a mild but fast-acting sedative into the beer. He also had no idea that these were the same guys who had been in the back fucking poor Nathan silly just an hour earlier. After a few minutes of talking, Antonio stood up. "Thanks for the drink guys, but I'd better get back to work." He words sounded slurred and he looked a little unsteady on his feet. "You okay, Antonio?" Todd asked, concerned. "Yeah," Antonio said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "It just feels warm in here all of a sudden." "Hmm... maybe you're coming down with something," Todd replied. He stood up and put his arm around Antonio's shoulder, gently massaging it. "How about we get a little air out back?" he said, steering Antonio toward the back exit. He looked at the guys at the table. "You guys gonna give me a hand?" They all got up. As Todd led the increasingly unsteady Antonio through the bar, they came across Craig. "What's going on?" he asked. "Not feeling good..." Antonio tried to say but he was having a hard time getting the words out. For some reason his mind seemed foggy. Todd winked at Craig. "We were gonna take him out back to get some air." "Oh, I think Antonio would be much more comfortable in my office, wouldn't you?" Craig said. He took a quick look around as he pulled a syringe from his coat pocket. He took Antonio's arm and injected the drugs into him. "What was that..." Antonio started to say, but found he couldn't continue. He found it hard to focus, let alone speak, and the room began to spin. It looked like the guys' faces were melting. They took Antonio into Craig's office and locked the door behind them. Craig turned on the stereo to drown out some of the sound. He motioned to a small table in the corner. It was about eighteen inches high and had hooks on either side. They bent Antonio over the table, tying his hands and feet down. Antonio's head was buzzing. As much as he tried, he couldn't make sense of what was happening. His mind kept drifting in and out of a haze. Craig shoved something into his mouth and told him to swallow. Everything seemed cool. He had no idea it was viagra. Next Todd took a pen-knife and sliced off Antonio's clothes. The dazed stud just looked at Todd with a blank expression on his face. "What're you doing?" he managed to slur. "Getting ready to fuck you," Todd answered. The guys all laughed. Antonio saw a bright flash and then another. He had no idea pictures were being taken. Antonio cocked his head to one side and looked at Todd. Then he looked at Craig and the others. No one was smiling. He started to laugh. "You're gonna fuck me?" "Yup, just like we fucked your buddy Nathan." The smile disappeared from his face and he struggled furtively, but to no avail. Whatever was in the syringe had really done a number on him. He felt a slicked-up finger run up and down his ass crack and work its way up his virgin chute. The finger began to move around slowly in an ever- widening circle. "Oh..." Antonio moaned, his face twisted in a grimace. "Please stop!" But instead of stopping, a hand grabbed his cock and start to jerk it. Another hand slapped at his balls and yet another hand began flicking his rubbery nipples. All the sudden sensations were too much and Antonio's moans turned to moans of pleasure. Craig smiled at this. He lowered his slack and boxers and was lubing up his cock. Bruce pulled his finger out of Antonio's ass and Craig thrust his fat cock in. Antonio opened his mouth to cry out in pain but Todd shoved his waiting cock into it, muffling Antonio's cries. "That's it, pussy boy!" Craig yelled, as he thrust his hips back and forth, raping Antonio's virgin ass. Antonio was in agony. His asshole felt like it was being ripped apart and he could hardly breathe with Todd's big cock in his mouth, stretching his lips wide apart. He could feel pre-cum sliding down his throat. It tasted salty and he wanted to gag. All of a sudden Todd's body shuddered and Antonio's mouth was filled with hot, sticky cum. It ran out of his mouth and down his chin, but most of it went down his throat. Todd pulled out. Antonio was just catching his breath when Mike moved in and shoved his dick into his mouth. Antonio was just catching his breath when Bruce opened two small bottles of poppers and put them to his nostrils. "Here, bitch," he said, "sniff these." Antonio had never sniffed poppers before, but he had no choice. He needed to breathe. He held his breath as long as possible, but finally gave out. He sniffed the aroma and he felt lightheaded almost immediately. "Uhhhnnn..." was the only sound that could escape from his cock- filled mouth. "Oh yeah," Mike said, grabbing Antonio by the back of his head and pumping away at his pretty face. "Nothing like a drugged up pussy slut all high on poppers." Craig laughed as he continued to slam his cock up Antonio's ass. "Whattaya think guys? Is Antonio here better than Nathan?" The guys laughed with him. They all had their pants and underwear down and were stroking their cocks, waiting their turn with poor Antonio. Antonio couldn't move. He tried to turn and twist his hunky body, but there were hands holding him still. He could feel Craig's dick violating his ass and then, all of a sudden, he felt a rush of warmth up his insides. The faggot was cumming inside of him! What the fuck! Before he could even process it, Bruce pulled his cock out of his mouth and, giving it a couple of jerks, shot load after load of cum all over Antonio's face. It got in his eyes, up his nose, in his hair and in his open mouth. He didn't even have time to react because Mike's cock immediately took its place. More poppers were shoved under his nose and he became buzzed all over again. Another cock (or was it a dildo?) was sliding in and out of his ass, but Antonio was so gone, flying so high, that it just didn't seem to matter. For the next hour and a half all the guys from the table, Todd, Mike, Steven and Bruce, as well as Craig, fucked Antonio. They shot their loads up his ass, down his throat, and all over his hunky body. In no time at all, Antonio went from being a pretty boy ladies man to a fucked-out cum dump. When they were finished they pulled Antonio to his feet. He was still unsteady and could hardly stand. There was drying cum in his hair and on his face. Craig retrieved his street clothes from his locker and tossed them to him. "Get dressed," was all he said. Antonio's dick and ass hurt and he felt like crying as he pulled his underwear up over his raped ass and dick. The guys all snickered at his tightie whities. Before he could get the rest of his clothes on, though, he was pushed out a door and into the back alley. His clothes and money were thrown out with him. "It's time for you to go, boy," Craig said. "By the way, you're fired, but thanks for the fuck." He slammed the door. And with that poor Antonio, naked except for his white briefs, was left alone in the alley. He hunted for his clothes, not noticing the police car parked only steps away. He was just reaching for his shorts when a bright light flashed on him. He dropped the shorts and grabbed his track pants instead, stumbling badly as he tried to pull them on. Two officers stepped out of the back seat of the squad car. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them asked, as Antonio pulled the track pants up over his bulging crotch. Even with the sweat pants on, you could still notice the tent his viagra- induced erection made. "I think the kid's got something down his shorts," he said to his partner. "Do you have any ID?" his partner asked. "Yes, officer," Antonio said. His voice was still thick and slurred. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved his wallet. He handed it to the cops. "Have you been drinking tonight young man?" one of the officers asked as his partner took Antonio's drivers license back to the squad car to run a check. Antonio shook his head. "No... just one beer, sir." He was still all wobbly. The officer took Antonio by the shoulder and helped him walk over to the car. "One beer, my ass. I want you to put your hands on the hood and spread your legs. I need to do a pat down." "But I didn't do anything," Antonio protested. "Just do what I said, punk," the officer said, his voice sounding rougher now. Antonio assumed the position and the cop began to frisk him. But it was more of a feeling-up than a pat down. The officer let his hands slide slowly over Antonio's chest and the semi-dazed stud was sure that he felt a slight tweak on his nipple. Then the officer's hands roamed over his ass and up and down the insides of his legs. A hand reached around and cupped his balls, giving them a noticeable squeeze. Antonio knew better than to say anything. "Feels like you're packing something in here," the cop said as his partner got out of the car, holding Antonio's ID. "Looks like we've got a possible probation violation here," he said, looking at his partner and the fucked up young man. "Why's that?" his partner asked. "According to computer, this young man isn't supposed to be in public drinking." "But I wasn't," Antonio tried to explain. The cops looked at each other and then back at Antonio. "Well," one of them said, "if you cooperate with us, we'll just forget we saw anything." Antonio had a sick feeling in his stomach. He knew what was coming. "What do I have to do?" he asked, resigned. "Not much," one of the cops said. He reached out and grabbed hold of Antonio's track pants. With one quick pull he ripped them completely off Antonio's body, leaving the young stud in nothing but his bulging briefs. He reached out and grabbed Antonio's dick through his briefs. "Not much at all." "Oh no, guys," Antonio whined. The other cop had unzipped his fly and lowered his pants and briefs to his knees. His cock was hard and dripping. He put his hand on Antonio's head and pushed the young man to his knees. "Suck it bitch," he said, forcing his cock into Antonio's mouth. "Take it all down." As Antonio gagged on the massive cock in his mouth, his eyes caught a glimpse into the back seat of the cops' car. There was Nathan, his head thrown back and his eyes glazed over. It looked like he was only half-conscious. It also looked like he was naked. Apparently the cops had been lying in wait, almost as if they had been tipped off, and had been working on Nathan for some time now. But Antonio didn't have time to ponder any of that. He was too busy being face-fucked by one cop while being finger-fucked by the other. If he'd looked into his wallet, he would've found that all the tips he'd made that night had somehow disappeared.

Why would I warn a faggot that I'm about to piss on it? lt will find out when its drenched in urine or when I start pissing directly down its throat. l don't need to tell a urinal that I am about to piss in it.

My fave boots are black Austrian Army boots from a surplus store - they have leather inside as well as out and are super comfy and supple as well as looking the part. German Army boots are more common and look almost identical but lack the leather internal lining. eg: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://www.varusteleka.com/en/product/austrian-kaz-03-combat-boots-surplus/64337 For a more urban look, I prefer Timberlands - the classic Premium 6-inch boot in the 'sand' colour but also in matt black. I think in the US/Canada you can get them in 9 and 12 inch height as well, both of which are on my want list.

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?

It’s called G O’Clock [think before following links] https://thegay.com/videos/479358/g-o-clock-2016-short-film/

Chapter 2 It took about 2 days for me to get a response from the as and I was surfing the web for Poz stories to help me with the idea of being Poz for the rest of my life. I looked up many first hand accounts of many guys who converted and how they feel it has changed their lives for the better. Looking through I saw how allot of guys described how they felt when the fuck flu hit and how They kept having more sex that it just made them hotter for it. While reading my email pinged to tell I had a new message and it was from the house boy ad. I got immediately hard when I saw this and that I was to come down and see them for an in person interview. They asked me if today would be fine and I was so happy to say yes. They gave me the address and told me to wash out and be there in an hour with nothing on when I got to their house as well as to not jack off during the time either. I was super excited and turned on my cock was throbbing. I was in luck that I hadn't jacked off at all today and was happy so I could show off how much I can cum if it came to it. I jumped into the shower and scrubbed all over and made sure that my ass was as clean as it ever was. I slipped on some basketball shorts and a tank top since they would be coming off anyway and slipped on my flip-flops and got in my car and headed on over. When I got to the address I was in utter shock. To say this place was big would be an understatement. It was a huge mansion that wrapped around the whole property and there we a half dozen sports cars lined up along the front of the house. I drove up to the gate and pressed the call box and when I was asked my buessness here I said I was here for the house boy position. There was no response but the gate opened for me and I drove up to the front door and parked. I stripped naked there in the car to leave my clothes in the car and walked to the door and knocked twice. When the door opened I half expected to see a nude butler but instead to my surprise was a hulking God of a man standing naked in front of me with the biggest cock I have ever seen before. This man would ruin my ass with this monster of man flesh and I started to leak precum thinking about him wreaking my hole. He saw me looking and laughed to snap me out of my trance. There will be plenty of time for that later son let's go inside to start your interview. His voice was soft and kind with a nice base to it that left me weak at the knees but I followed him into his home. We walked through a hallway covered in art and expensive antiques I was in awe of everything around me. We got to the living room and I was greeted by all the other house members. Each man was extremely fit and all were naked with large cocks thatade me gulp with fear and excitement. They all introduced themselves to me and they instructed me to stand in the middle of the living room floor. They each walked up to me one at a time and started to touch me all over. They all put their fingers in my ass and swirled it around and then sucked on it as well as put it in my own mouth as well . They all tweaked my nipples making me moan since I am jelly when that happens. They all saved tasting my cock and balls for last and each of them seemed to be pleased with my body. Alright now that the first part of the interview is over let's get to the next part. Now as you read the three of us are hiv Poz and the other is full on aids are you ok with that? I nodded very quickly causing a round of smiles from the others. So you know you are going to be fucked by all of us bare until you convert as well and you're ok with this? I shook my head even quicker that time causing more smiles and this time chuckles. We went over what my duties were going to be again and I was told I got the job and that if I had anything at my house that they would get a mover over and get all of my things and I would start tonight. I was so excited to hear this I jumped into my new bosses arms and kissed him square on the lips. Realizing what I did I stepped back dipped my head and said I was sorry master. He walked over to me and put his finger under my chin and said it was fine we all love to make out and you're not a slave you are an living employee and you don't even need to call us sir either just by our names. I was happy to hear that and I asked what I needed to do first for them and the response was not expected. We felt if you got the position that the first thing we would do is celebrate the best way we knew so we got a good old fashioned pozzing sex party in your honor. We need to get rid of all that neg sperm and replace it with Poz so tonight is about you. I was scooped up and carried over to what looked like a ball room that was instead a dungeon room for tonight. There were about a hundred or so older and younger men already in various stages of sex. They all stopped when they saw us and when I was placed on the pedestal in the middle of the room they all started to applaud and I knew this would be my life now

When I dress to go slutting I expect to end up naked pretty quickly, so attire isn’t big on my list of concerns. Every once in a while, however, a Top mentions that he would like to fuck me with boots on, so in order to be prepared for all possibilities, some while back I bought a generic pair of black, steel-toed work boots with heavy tread. Ever since, they’ve been my slutting footwear every time I go out. I think of them as my Fuck-Me Boots. They’re wearing out, though, and it’s time to replace them, so I thought I’d ask the congregation here: If you’re the type that likes the look of boots in your fucking, what do you recommend? What can a bottom wear that screams “fuck me hard”? What makes for a kick-ass pair of Fuck-Me Boots that you want to see the soles of when you’re cunting him missionary? NOTE - This question is specifically addressed to mainstream fuckers and those with boot fetishes. CDs and sissies, while I appreciate you may have a taste for alternative footwear, please do not discuss anything other than men’s boots here. Foot fetishists - this question is not about the titillating delights of removing a boot to expose the foot inside; just so we’re clear. Get your minds out of the gutter. 😉

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 was bored at home and really wanted to breed an unsuspecting hole, so I loged in to an app that is famous among people with particular fetishes. I'm into roleplay, so that's what I was looking for. I started chatting with some guys but none of them were interesting. I was about to give up when this twink messaged me. We started talking and he told me that he had some deep dark desires. I gave him my personal number because I knew that was a guy that I could really take to my lair. But I soon found out that he was a virgin, so he was probably using the app just to jerk of. But I wouldn't give up and I planed something special to him. I started to share some of my light fetishes with him. I told him that I liked armpits and feet, and then he opened up, saying that he spent hours watching videos about it. This guy was only 18 but I could feel that he would become a perfect boy whore, I just had to help him. But I could not pressure it, so I took my time. Day after day, I started showing him new things. I introduced the guy to new stuff and sent him links of videos. He was loving it and so was I. We were talking for almost a month when I invited him to my place. I said that we would just chat and watch some videos. We discovered that we lived just a few blocks from each other and within minutes he was knocking on my door. The little guy was really nervous. "Hey, welcome, come in," I said. I had a playroom at the basement and we went there. He was gobsmacked when he saw my toys, but I was also feeling lust coming from him. "I invited you here because I want to show you some new videos I found," I said. "Couldn't you send me a link?," He asked. "Not for those particular videos, it's a really dark fetish that I did not know existed. The guys in those videos pretend that they have HIV and they play with that." "That's insane," he said. "Well, if you think about it, the other they we were talking about me peeing inside your guts. They just replaced the pee with the virus, it's kinda hot, trust me" I started slowly with a video of a guy getting fucked raw. It turned him on, I could see his hard dick through his trousers. Then I put another video, it was a pozzing one. The bottom was begging for the gift and the top was fucking him rough. Michael, my guest, was really turned one by that too. Be thought the guys in the video were just pretending, so he wasn't freaked out. By the end of the video, he was asking me for more and we watched a lot of porn. "Have you ever kissed a guy?," I asked him after we watched at least ten videos. "Not really," he said. "Do you wanna try?" He just nodded and then I grabbed him and started kissing this guy half my age. I think I was not only the first guy he kissed, I was the first person, because he had no experience at all. Being gay and young in a small town is not easy. I deepened the kiss and soon I was on top of him. This young tiny guy was really turning me on. "You are so hot," he said. "It's like a dream come true, this kiss is so good." "My cock is so hard right now, you are making me hard for you, babe," I said. "I-I want..." "You wanna suck on my fat dick?" "Y-yes," he said and blushed. I took my shirt and my trousers off, I wasn't using any pants. When Michael saw my dick, his eyes shined. He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him. The head of my cock entered his mouth before de could deny it. The little faggot was a natural cock sucker. He worked my shaft like a professional. I did not have to teach him anything because he took it good. "That's really good, boy. Do you like sucking dick?" He just nodded and kept on going. But I knew a blow job would not make me cum, so after some minutes I took my dick out of his mouth. "I think you were born to suck cock," I said. "But I also think you want some more, I know your fetishes. You wanna try something new?" "Yes," he said immediately. "Well, I only play safe, but since you are a virgin I know you are clean. We could play like in those videos we watched." "I don't know," he said. "It turned you on, you can't deny it. And I was turned on too. It's just roleplay, it will be fun. You know me already, you can trust me." "Maybe we can try, but please go slow" "Take your clothes off," I told him. While he was undressing, I took some lube and started spreading it on my cock. Michael was so innocent that I was almost telling him that I was really poz, that it was not pretending. Michael had a sweet little hole and I couldn't wait to knock him up. But first I rimmed him and put some more lube in his ass, working my fingers in and out. The little bitch was moaning the entire time. "You ready for this poz cock?", I asked him. "Yes," he said. "We are in a free space and you can say what you want, don't hold yourself. I'm going to fuck you, breed you and put my poz babies inside of you, is this ok?" "Yes, I want that, poz me up" "You are a little AIDS whore, aren't you?" I started making pressure and soon there was a pop, showing that my cockhead was inside him. He didn't even complain about the pain. "You see that little brown bottle by your side?," I asked. "Take it, open it and hit it two times in each nostril. It's just something that we use during sex to relax, it's not a drug. It will make things easier and better" He did as he was told and I went deep inside him. The guy did not complain, he just moaned as his guts embraced my cock. "I'm all in, balls deep," I said. "How is it? Do you like getting fucked?" "That's the best thing ever, I can feel every inch of your big poz cock inside me" "What do you want now?", I asked. "I want you to fuck me and cum inside me. Breed me and poz me" "Good boy." My cock was already leaking a lot of toxic precum inside this innocent guy and I was in heaven. That ass felt so good on my cock that I knew I would not take long to cum. He screamed loudly every time I penetrated him. My cock entered his ass hard and fast, my movement was fast and precise. I felt his ass tighten up the minute my dick came back, and I continued to put it on him, strong and violently. I felt his ass pulling me, it seemed that he did not want to let my dick out when he entered that way. After fucking him a lot, I took my dick out to relax a little bit and I saw his ass all red and swollen, but it kept pulsing. I put my dick in the entrance of his ass, and I saw that his ass kind of closed, so I started to press in the groin of his ass so that he could feel what he was holding. I asked: "Is everything okay there?" And he: "You're going really hard at ir, I don't know if I can take it anymore." I put him on his side, on the edge of the bed, positioned my cock and went back to fucking him. This time he screamed a lot more, loudly, but honestly I didn't care. I fucked him rough, without mercy. I slaped him on the butt and said: "You wanted my dick, didn't you? You asked for this big poz cock. Then take it! Little bitch. You wanted to be made a little girl, didn't you? Now handle it, AIDS whore". I was really into it, his ass squeezed the head of my dick, it killed me. He moaned a lot and made some very loud moans. I decided to finish, so I told him to lean against the wall and spread his legs. I just pointed to his ass and before penetrating him, I asked him to twerk with my dick inside his ass. He wiggled very tasty, my cock inside there was so hot. Feeling that ass of him squeezing and swallowing my cock was amazing. I gave him a few more slaps and said I was going to finish right there and breed him. I put my hands on the wall above him, made him lean against the wall and started pumping again. The fag went crazy there, feeling my hot body glued to his and dominating him. It didn't take long and he came on my wall, I didn't care much as I kept getting into it. His ass was so tight, hot and wet. I decided to come right there. "Breeding you now," I announced and told him to be quiet. "My poz seed is coming" I poured everything into him. How good it is to cum inside an ass... I like it a lot. I took it out and a lot fell on the floor, the sofa was right there and I decided to lie down for a while. He stayed there, half paralyzed, half not knowing what to do. "Come here," I said. "Was it good?" "Yes, it was amazing," he said. "But isn't it crazy? We said some dirty stuff here, but it turned me on". "That's the good part about having sex with someone you trust," I told him. "You can be yourself without holding back. I think you liked it a lot" "I did, mostly the part of the poz cum, it's kinda dangerous and hot". "I know you are into gang bang, you told me that. I have some friends that also like roleplay and they would come over now if I asked. Do you want it? I think you would really like it" "Right now?", he asked. "And they like to say those things about poz cum too?" "We can ask them to do this, it will be fun, it's just five or six guys and they are all like me, mid thirties and hung. It's one in a lifetime chance, take it or go home." "Well, you trust them and I trust you, so let's do this." "Good boy, you will be an awesome cumdump." I smiled at my little dumb bottom and started calling all my poz friends. I made sure that Michael heard me telling then that it was all pretend. Little did he know that he was about to meet some of the most poisonous guys in town.

This is the first time I've ever posted. This story is true and, if you like it, I'll post more. It dates back to 2006 when I still lived in Manchester, UK and had visited a gay bathhouse there for the first time. Enjoy. I remember my first visit. I hadn't meant to take it raw. I'd always wanted it, but had never given in, too scared of the consequences. I was nervous even just entering the sauna. Terrified someone would see me and recognize me. That was scarier than taking it raw, I don't know why. Basement in Manchester is hidden down a backstreet, Tariff Street, in the city's Northern Quarter. You enter the building down some stairs and come to a door with a buzzer. My fingers were trembling, but I pressed it. There's a camera, so staff can see who's there in case... well, I'm not sure what it's there for - I imagine they let anyone in, in fact my later visits would confirm this. The clientele are a mix of young muscle pups, skinny queens, ageing queers and everything in between. When I walk down the stairs there's a desk and the tall, muscled man, fit with an 'I could fuck you three ways from Sunday and not be out of breath' grin on his face asks me if I'm a member. I'm not. I have to pay extra, but it's a one off payment and I'm here now anyway. What freaks me out more is that they take my picture and they want details: my name, my birthday - they have my picture. Fuck! I notice the walls and desks are crudely painted black, the countertop red - whore-red. He passes me a towel and I ask for poppers too. I can get fucked quite happily without poppers if the top starts off slow, but who wants to start slow? And anyway, I like the high. He hands me my locker key. I've read stories about saunas in America, but it's different in Britain - you don't get your own cubicle. It's more of a wandering free-for-all. I enter the door into the locker room and a couple of guys are getting changed, nude, taking their time, no inhibitions. I strip as quickly as possible and throw my towel around myself. I feel like people are staring at me. I'm 23, 5'9", slim, toned, nice big arse and I'm hairy - I'm not ashamed to say it. I hate all of the prepubescent shaving shit. I'm hairy - fuck it. I've had guys ask me to shave my hole before. Fuck right off. Men are supposed to have hair - real men, that is. With my head down, I walk through the locker room, gripping my towel firmly around myself with one hand and my poppers in the other - I've already taken the plastic wrapper off - I don't want that to spoil a moment, should any occur. On my left there's a darkened passage leading to somewhere I can't see, on my right there's a Jacuzzi, showers and toilets and at the end of the corridor is a seated TV area where you can buy drinks etc. I wasn't here for that. I turned left. In the darkness I can only see shapes in white towels, forms passing me, stroking me, brushing against me, but I'm too nervous to stop and reciprocate. I keep walking. There's rows and rows of cubicles, doors hanging open, some closed, some empty, some with guys doing... Well, you know what they're doing. It's my first time in a sauna - I want to scout the place out first. See what it's all about, so I do a lap of the facilities, head still down. There's a sling, gloryholes, a cage, a darkroom, a porn room and loads more cubicles. I focus on the darkroom. I've never been bothered about looks. Yes, we all like attractive men, I myself am a good looking guy - boy next door type, no model, but I'd turn your head a little if I'd made an effort that day. I just like men. I don't care about age, colour, size, etc. For some reason I've always felt ashamed of that when with friends so I've never admitted it. I didn't need to admit to anything in the darkroom. I walk in and I'm blind. My eyes take forever to adjust and I can still only see towels hanging from silhouettes and hear anonymous moaning from the corners. I feel a swarm of hands feeling over me and I panic - it's too much. Fuck. What's a nice boy like me doing here anyway. I brush them away and leave the room. After a while I get cruised in the corridors and I accept an invitation from a guy, late thirties I guess, tall, dark hair, ok looking. We fuck and kiss, but it's a cold mechanical fuck and he can't kiss, one of those tongues that darts in and out really quickly - it's not good. He seems way more into it than me, but it gets me horned up and after a good sniff of poppers o just lay on my stomach and let him hammer away until he's done. He wears a condom throughout and he's careful when he pulls out to slide it off gently and put it in the bin, then he slaps my arse, kisses me and says thanks, before leaving. I'm less than satisfied. After a fumble in the gloryhole-cabins, I head back over to the darkroom, a bit more courage now that I've had a bit of cock and I'm seriously in need of more. I feel around, groping for he first cock I can find - nice and thick with a really bulbous bellend. It tastes of lube but that only occurs to me later. I feel hands from behind me, groping for my cock and arse and this time I don't stop them. I sniff my poppers as they continue to explore and I slide my mouth up and down on the thick meat in front of me, now oozing precum and dribbling with my spit. I hear spitting and feel wet fingers probing me but I let it happen, why wouldn't I? Eventually my towel drops from my waist and I fumble for it, throwing it over my shoulder. Fingers are deep inside me now and I can hear whoever is behind me sniffing poppers and groaning to himself. More fingers enter until there's 3, maybe 4 from two hands, the poppers are blurring it now and the guy on the end of the cock I'm eating is moaning louder and louder. I feel him swell and the fingers in my cunt slide more smoothly as one, in and out and I'm in ecstasy, when the meat in my mouth explodes and I lick, drink and suck every last drop like its my last meal. As he moves away, I lean forward, hands against the wall and I realise that it's not fingers now, it's cock. Raw cock. There's no condom, just skin on skin. My fingers stay at my hole feeling it slide in and out and hearing him moan and it's amazing, but I know I should stop it. I get worried he might cum. Inside me. Cum. Inside me. I panic and I lean forward so he falls out of me, but he continues to try and reenter and begins to grow forceful. I push him away and in a hurry, embarrassed and worried, I leave the room and head for the showers. I wander around for a while before trying the darkroom again. Within seconds I'm sucking another cock, pierced and it's all I can do to keep my teeth in tact as he plunges it in and out of my throat. And then suddenly I feel hands again at my hole and before I know it he's guiding his cock in. I'm still concentrating on making sure I keep all my teeth and the guys behind me is just forcing his way in - it's the same guy from earlier. I don't know how I know, I just do. Same cock. Same guy. And I can feel him in there raw. It stings as there's been no introduction, just whacked it straight up inside me. The guy I'm sucking grabs my shoulder and the back of my head and I can't move as he fucks my face aggressively and deeply. I hear the guy behind me shuffle forward as he enters me balls deep and begins to hammer away quickly. I know what he's doing. He's determined to cum inside me. I edge forward, as much as I can without choking, but he follows, slamming my cunt until my natural juices flow and I'm dripping. They're both groaning now and both getting faster and I'm stuck, bent over awkwardly, I want to stand up, but I can't. The guy behind me finishes first, thrusting himself as deep as possible and gripping my waist to pull me closer . He's making sure I've got it all. As he pulls out the guy in my mouth cums and I suck and drink up - it'd be rude not to. Fuck. I feel my arse, fingering it a little and sniffing my fingers, sticky and pungent. Cum. Fuck. Panic takes over again. Fuck. I don't even know who he is. I don't even know what he looks like. I literally don't know a thing about him. As I stumble out of the darkroom, a little unsteady on my feet from poppers and being bent over in the dark, several guys eye me as I come out - was it one of them? If so, they don't give themselves up. I head to the showers and clean myself up. It's done. I've got a stranger's raw load inside me. There's no going back. I dry myself off and walk through the corridors, my head still low. Do any of them know what I've just done? I throw my towel on to the plastic mattress in a cubicle and climb in and lay face down. Fuck it. It's not long before I hear my cabin door creak and then close, the bolt sliding it shit. Locked. I stay face down. It could be anyone. God only know what they want, but I wait face down and don't move, trying to stifle my breathing. I can feel myself tremble a little as a firm m, warm hand grips my buttocks and slides about my arse. I can tell that he's wanting with his other hand. He fingers my hole, still wet, ready lubed. He uses his thumb and forefinger to stretch it a little and rub it in all the right places. Then he stands up and moves forward. I don't want to see him. If I see him, it's real. Glue grips my hair and turns me to face him, sliding his cock straight into my mouth. It's semi hard. Shaven, cold like it's just been washed, but tastes fresh enough. I can't resists a glance up, but I can't make much out from the angle I'm at. I suck him until he's hard, relishing his cock like the good slut I'm becoming. He leans over while I continue, fingering me and pulling at my hole, before pulling away. He spits on my cunt and I can feel him dribbling more saliva on there too. He rubs his cock against my arse like he expects me to pull away, or tell him to put on a rubber. I should, but I don't. 'I'll let him play a little,' I think, 'then I'll tell him to put a condom on.' He takes my lack of reaction as the go ahead and slides himself in me bareback, groaning and relaxing as he moves every once deep into my cunt. I take a few big sniffs of poppers, lay my head on my towel, hands limp by my side and just lay there as he goes to work. He's hot and sweaty and I feel it dripping on me. It's disgusting, but it makes me hard and I want more. He leans with both hands on the small of my back as he works my arse. Sliding smoothly and rhythmically in and out, never quite withdrawing completely, he fucks me like he owns me and I let him. I don't move, save to take more poppers - I simply lay and groan. I feel him getting faster and faster and he presses harder on the small of my back, which makes me arch my back and lift my head. He's really pounding me now - he doesn't care what I feel. I hit the poppers again and he cums, panting, groaning, spurting his jizz in to my gut. He slows to a halt and stays there for a moment, before collapsing in me, for one me down, his sweat slick along my back and I feel for a moment like I can't breathe. As I start to push up his cock slips out and he climbs off me. I breathe deeply trying to clear my head from the poppers and he unlocks the door and leaves. I just lay there. My body is still, but I'm fraying on the inside. I'm coming apart. What have I done? I begin to rationalise. It's only two guys. You don't do it often. What are the chances of catching something? Questions flood my mind and I try to play them down but before I can address all of them another hand is crawling over me. I feel his towel, damp and heavy, drop across my feet and he climbs onto the mattress,'forcing my legs apart to make room. His fingers find my hole immediately and within seconds his short fat cock is in my and I can feel his beer gut leaning on my as he thrusts crudely, I gratefully into my sloppy hole. It doesn't take him long before he's done and he leaves. For some reason I'm hard again. I have the cum of three complete strangers, none of whom I've even seen, swimming around inside me and my 7" cock is solid, pressed hard against the now sweaty plastic wrapped foam mattress. 'I'll give it another minute,' I think, the. I'll go home. But it doesn't take that long for people to come in. I'm still lying flat, my head turned to face the wall. There are at least two of them. One immediately turns me to suck his cock. His body is tan, smooth and I can see tattoos and pierced nipples, a shaved head and a weathered face that doesn't give a shit. His cock is bound by a thick metal ring and I eat it like my life depends on it. The other guy(s) (I'm still not sure if it's one or two) play with my arse and I feel warm breath on my arse as a tongue begins to play me. I writhe in pleasure. My entire body feels electric. I don't know what they look like. I have no clue who they are. But in that moment I want both of them, all of each of them, on me, in me - I just want them. They swap places but the guy whose cock I've been sucking doesn't rim me. Instead he straddles me and pushes my legs together so he's either side of me. He pressed his bare cock to my hole and slides in slowly. The cum inside me is beginning to dry and my insides are a little tacky - he sort of kissers further inside me, letting out a relaxed grunt as his balls halt him from going further. I'm still going to town on his friends veiny meat, I shaved with pubes bouncing off my chin and tickling me, but I don't care, I want him pubes and all. After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulls out and slaps my arse with his cock and I feel his hands lift my hips so that I'm brought up on all fours, but carefully so as the cock I'm sucking doesn't spill out of my mouth. I feel the guy behind me sit up, levelling his cock to my cunt and then he begins. He thrusts inside me so deeply and with such rhythm that I can't tell if it's the most amazing thing I've ever felt or if it's hurting me but there's no time to think. The cock in my mouth is dripping precum and I lap it up, licking his balls and sack and the gap between his thighs and enjoying the fact that the cock couldn't possibly be any harder - it's solid. He mimics the other guy's earlier actions and takes it out of my mouth, slapping me on the cheek with it. The other guys pounds away until he ruts up high inside me, gripping the flesh around my buttocks so tightly that it hurts and he lurches forward making me feel as though I can taste his cock too. I have nowhere to go. While they swap places again, the guy who's just cum lets me clean him off - less lets me, more makes me, but I do it - it seems like I have to. It's not long before his friend cums and the pair of them leave, thanking me and laughing to themselves. I took many loads that day. I've been back many times since too. Let me know if you like and I'll post some more

Haven’t posted here in a while... I really love my bf, but we don’t have much of a sex life. We’re never in the mood at the same time. We are open, but with covid and all we haven’t hooked up with others much. I prefer to play separately when I do hook up, and last night I finally got together with a hot guy from BBRT. We kept missing each other, and last time we made plans I was too nauseous to go over. I thought I would never hear from him again, but I was wrong. I can’t explain it, but we had a connection and there was chemistry from the beginning when we started messaging each other. He has a nice big thick uncut cock, and talked so dirty about needing to breed me as he’s looking into my eyes and kissing me. From the moment I got in his room we were passionately kissing each other and it was so hot. I can’t remember the last time I was so turned on. The sex was amazing. First he pounded me on my stomach, but then we switched so we could kiss. We stayed in that position and he bred me twice, each time staring into each other’s eyes as he unloaded. He kept saying he wants to give me his DNA, get me pregnant with his babies. At one point I could have sworn he said “dirty load”, but when I asked him to repeat he said daddy load. 😈 After we laid and cuddled for a bit, started kissing again and went for another round. I begged him for each load. The connection was so strong, we both didn’t want to go our separate ways. He travels frequently and is back and forth every few weeks, and we promised we will fuck every chance we get. I got home late, and had my bf fuck me and push the loads deeper before leaving his. I slept well and still have all four loads inside me.

Definitely hope we get to read about the party and our boy's conversion and life as a poz houseboy

Spectacular barebacking vid

Wrong. Dead wrong. It's true that beginning in the mid 90's, the number of new HIV infections each year began to fall significantly, because newly introduced treatments meant guys who were previously transmitting the virus most of the time, when they had unprotected sex, could now dramatically reduce or eliminate passing on their infection. PrEP has further reduced that transmission rate. That said: it's still a major health issue, it's just less likely that you will become poz than it once was. Once you do get it, you've got to treat it (which is a lifetime commitment and expensive) or you will almost certainly die much earlier than you would otherwise.

I started raw at 13 and have probably used condoms less than 10 times since then. Sometimes you have to compromise for a hot guy ;)

Sunday night I hooked up with an anon cum dump who was taking all summers at a motel. He had a big hairy ass so just what I needed. When I got to his room there were 2 men there before me. One was fucking him and the other naked and hard, masturbating and waiting his turn. The man fucking him was grunting like a bull, telling the cum dump to beg for his load - which he did - then the top pumped his seed inside him. He pulled out and the dude in front of me mounted him and started to fuck him. I was fukkin solid and stroking my cock watching him fuck. He too shot his load and pulled out, turned to me and saw "enjoy my load - he's got ton of sperm in him. I shoved my cock in his hole and, fuck, he was full of seed. As I fucked, the other dude's sperm leaked out over my balls then I shot my load in to him - I was the 7th man to breed him that night.

go on prep

Chapter 3 As we walked out of the door, several people were walking towards the door. I initially became aware of my appearance, wearing only the shirt and jockstrap, and then really focused on what was clearly written on the front of the shirt. I began to get nervous and wanted to run. But again, the meth took control, and I just kept walking. Several people made faces and comments and steered clear of the three of us. As we were walking across the parking lot, a couple of guys, not appearing to be together, stared intensely at me, eyeing me up and down. Their leering continued, and they each grabbed their crotch. Sir Y saw this and just told them, “He’s available if you want.” I was slightly shocked and frightened by this. They looked at Sir Y incredulously and looked at each other, and they nodded. Sir Y said to me, “Go around the building faggot, there’s a garbage bin area.” I looked at him and the other men, briefly apprehensive about what was going on. Sir Y’s face began to change, and I knew not to fight. I walked to the end of the building and turned the corner. As he said there would be, I saw a gated area that contained a garbage dumpster. I walked to the gate, looked back to see the four men walking towards me, and then opened the gate and walked in. The structure, a rectangular brick wall enclosure, provided several feet on each side of the dumpster. I walked in, and not knowing what Sir Y wanted me to do, moved about halfway in and got on my knees, immediately feeling the concrete scrape my knees. Sir Y, his friend, and the two guys walked in. As one of the guys started to close the gate, Sir Y told him, “It stays open or nothing happens. The faggot wants to be seen by anyone.” The guy who was closing the gate stopped and looked at the other guy. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved further in as he began unbuckling his belt. I watched as he approached me, followed by the other guy. Neither guy would be considered handsome and had slight stomachs. Before today, I would not have considered them as sexual partners and I doubt they would have picked me out either. The first guy to reach me pulled his semi-hard cock out of his denim jeans as he approached me. As he reached me, I immediately opened my mouth and he pushed his dick in. I began sucking him, getting him hard as he began to get more and more aggressive. He seemed to be about 6-7” hard and not overly thick; a nice average cock. He grabbed my head and began thrusting hard into my mouth. I saw the other guy move to the side, his cock hard and huge. He was watching and jerking what appeared to be at least 9” and as thick as Sir Y. Sir Y was watching and told the guys, “The faggot has a cunt too, not just his mouth.” The first guy pulled out of my mouth and said, “Get up faggot.” I stood up and knowing what was expected, turned around and bent over. The second guy moved to in front of me and grabbed my head, telling me to open my mouth. He immediately shoved his cock as far in my throat as he could. The guy behind me saw the base of the plug and tried removing it, only to get stopped barely after he began pulling. He asked Sir Y, “How big is this? I can’t get it out.” Sir Y told him, “Move” and then told Jose, “Take it out of him.” Jose moved to my ass and told the other guy, “Spread him open.” I felt my ass get spread wide. Jose then told the guy in my mouth, “Get ready to get your dick the rest of the way in the faggot’s throat.” The guy said, “Fuck yeah, this is gonna be good. He’s only got about 6” in, 4” more to go.” I felt Jose grab the base of the buttplug and laughed, “You asked for this faggot.” With the last word out of his mouth, he yanked as hard as he could and I screamed as the plug was ripped out of my cunt, stretching it hard and wide, painfully as he could. As my scream began, the guy in my mouth immediately grabbed the back of my head and shoved the remaining inches of his huge cock deeper into my throat, cutting off both my scream and my airway as my nose was pressed tightly into his hairy and slightly smelly crotch. The guy behind me said, “Holy shit, that had to destroy his hole.” Sir Y corrected him, “It’s a cunt. And that’s what he wants. Now fuck him or get going.” The guy moved behind me and I felt him slide all the way in. I only felt because his pelvis hit my cheeks’; my hole was stretched so wide at first that I couldn’t feel his dick. The guy complained, “Faggot, you better tighten that cunt for me.” It took several seconds, but I was able to clamp my cunt enough that he said, “That’s better” as he began pumping in and out. Sir Y told him, “Harder, fuck him like you know you really want to. Fuck him up.” With that permission, the guy said, “Fuck yeah.” He immediately went into overdrive, pulling out and then slamming back in, harder and harder each time. The guy in my mouth began pulling out and pushing back in, getting more intense each thrust. He told me to look up at him, which I did. He immediately spit on my face, telling me, “You want my cum don’t you?” I nodded and tried to plead as much as I could. He looked at me and said, with sadistic glee, “I only cum when I fuck, so this load goes in your cunt faggot. And it’s gonna hurt.” This guy, with no regard for me, asked Sir Y, “What’s the limit for this faggot?” Sir Y responded, “Do what you want to do.” The guy said, “Really? What EVER I want to?” Sir Y said, “Yes. Tell us what it is you want to do. Though I think I already know.” The guy in me chuckled and said, “Damn your nasty. I gotta take a mean piss, and I don’t want to pull out.” Sir Y said, “Then don’t.” I tried shaking my head, and tried pleading with my eyes. The guy looked down at me, smirked, and asked, “You want my piss, faggot?” I tried shaking my head but stopped when I felt him start pissing anyway. He laughed and said, “Who the fuck cares what you want faggot. Dressed like you are, taking a dick up your cunt out in the open, you’re in no position to say what you want.” He pressed his dick back into my throat and let loose. I felt the piss slide down my throat. I couldn’t swallow or spit it up, but just felt the hot piss going down my throat. After about 10 seconds, the flow stopped and I was thankful it was all over. He pulled his cock, still amazingly hard, out of my throat and into my mouth. He stopped with just the head in my mouth and told me, “Tighten your lips and don’t spill any.” Disgusted by what was happening, as piss play had never been anything I wanted, I reluctantly tightened my lips and he sighed as the piss began again. Now that I tasted it and was able to gag on it, I did. The taste was horribly bitter and very hot. I tried not to swallow, but he just looked at me and said, “Swallow it before it chokes you.” Again, now with tears of shame and disgust falling down my face, I began to swallow it, doing so as I simultaneously tried to not gag and throw up. I heard the guy in my ass mutter, “Disgusting faggot,” as he slammed into me one last, hard time. He groaned, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” as he began shooting deep in me. I clamped my hole as tightly as I could and he groaned again, “FUCK, tighten that cunt and work my load out. You disgusting fag. Just taking a load without knowing who it’s from.” After about 10 seconds of shooting multiple ropes of cum, he stopped and slowly pulled his softening dick out. The guy in my mouth finished pissing and slammed his cock down my throat one last time. He held me there, making me fear that he was going to kill me by not letting me breathe. He watched me intently, smirking at the fear in my eyes as I began to lose what little air I had. He pulled out of my mouth, laughing as I spit and choked in air. “Turn around and give me your cunt, faggot.” Without standing up, I maneuvered myself around, presenting my cunt to the 10” inch cock. I came face to cock with the soft cock that had just blown a huge load up my ass. The guy was looking around for something to clean his cock off when I opened my mouth. Sir Y told him, “Make him clean you off. He needs to learn that’s his role.” The guy just whistled, muttered, “Fuck,” and then slid his soft cock in my mouth. I was amazed that, though soft, his cock was still about the same length. I began sucking his dick, making sure to get all the cum, a mixture of his and Sir and Jose’s loads, from his cock and pubic hair, as well as his balls. In addition to the cum, I tasted something bitter and figured that was the taste of meth. I was so focused on the dick in my mouth, that I almost forgot about the monster dick behind. That forgetfulness ended as the dick was slammed into my cunt, this time slamming into that second hole before he could get balls deep. The guy told me, “Open that fucking hole or I’m going to.” I did not know how to do it and then the guy pulled out. I heard a moan from the guy in my mouth and felt him start to piss. “Swallow faggot, you seem to like drinking piss.” The guy behind me again slammed deep into my cunt, again hitting that hole deep inside. Sir Y told him, “Keep pushing, break him open.” The guy grabbed my hips and pulled me backward as he continued to push forward. I felt the head of his cock pressing hard and then felt it; the hole deep in me was finally broken open, and I felt his head breach it and the rest of his cock slide in. Sir Y told him, “Stay still, and wait until this guy is finished.” The guy in my mouth finished pissing and I realized I had swallowed it all, with no gagging. He slowly pulled out and spat in my mouth, “Damn faggot, that was hot. Swallow my spit.” I looked at him as closed my mouth, swallowed his spit, and said, “Thank you for cumming in my ass and pissing down my throat.” He looked at me and just said, “I can’t believe this.” He looked at Sir Y and said, “I was not expecting anything like this to happen at the DM fucking V.” Sir Y responded, “This faggot has been wanting this and is getting it.” I saw him hand the guy a card and say, “Text this number if you want him again. Feel free to share the number with anyone you want.” The guy took the card, looked at and said he would. He moved aside and began getting himself dressed so he could leave. He looked at his watch and said, “Damn faggot, you made me miss my appointment. I’ll have to make you pay for that next time.” I looked at him and said, “I’m sorry Sir.” Sir Y told the guy in my ass, “You still hard and ready to fuck?” The guy slowly moved back and forth in my cunt and said, “Just a few seconds to get fully hard again and yeah, I’ll be ready.” Sir Y said, “Good. We’re gonna record this.” The guy hesitated and said, “Record it? I’m not sure about that.” Sir Y looked at him and told him, “You’re gonna do it if you want to keep fucking him. Your face won’t be recorded. Just your dick as you fuck him and his face as you wreck his inner cunt hole. IS THAT CLEAR?” The guy said, “As long as my face stays out, hell yeah it’s okay.” Sir Y addressed Jose, “Get ready boy, I want you to catch some good video.” Jose grabbed his phone out of his pocket, set up to record and said, “Ready Sir.” Sir Y told the guy behind me, “Pull all the way out and let him get a shot of your cock and the faggot’s cunt.” The guy said, “Get over here and get ready.” I felt Jose move around me and get right next to the guy. “You ready?” and Jose said, “Ready.” With no further warning, the fucker ripped his dick all the way out of my cunt, with as much speed and force as he could. Sir Y said, “Good job, you know what he needs.” Jose said, “Fuck, you pulled his lips out; now he really does look like he has a cunt.” I groaned in pain as the reverse violation occurred, the pain from his cock head being yanked out from that inner hole was excruciating. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “I told you I knew how to open that inner hole. Now, tell me, and the camera what you want.” Jose moved back in front of me, getting a clear image of my face. “Please Sir, can I have another rock? I need more. Then please have the man behind me rape my cunt as hard as he wants.” Sir Y said, “That’s more than I was expecting, but since you asked nicely, yes.” Sir grabbed his baggie out of his packet and I was able to see it for the first time. The guy behind me said, “Oh, hell yeah. This is going to be fun. I had a feeling he was spun. Let me get him even more spun.” Sir Y opened the baggie and took out a piece. I looked at him and said, “Sir, may I choose one?” Sir looked down at me and said, “If you do, it better not be a weak piece.” I said, “It won’t be Sir,” and he handed me the bag, after putting the piece he had back in. Without hesitation, I grabbed the piece that caught my eye. It was the largest piece in the bag, about as large as the one Sir had given me in the bathroom. I looked up at him as he smiled, “You’re a fucking meth whore aren’t you?” “I’m your meth whore Sir.” He took the bag back and told me, “Give him the rock.” I turned as best I could, reaching my hand back, making sure not to drop the rock. I handed it to the fucker and simply said, “Please shove this in my cunt and rape fuck me.” He took it from me and said, “My pleasure cunt fag.” Jose, without being told, moved back behind me in order to capture this. The man told me, “Spread your cheeks so we can get a clear shot.” I reached back and spread my ass open. I heard Jose say, “Okay, he’s ready.” I felt fingers at my hole, and I felt the rock being rubbed around my cunt, slid in and pulled out. “Please Sir, shove it in me. I need it. Please.” “Ready?” “Ready.” I felt the fingers jammed into my cunt, shoving deep in as the rock was pushed in. I felt the scrape and the burn. I pushed back, wanting the rock as deep in me as possible. The guy said, “Fuck, you are hungry.” I realized as I reached the base, that he had three fingers all the way in, but I still needed more. Bigger. “Please, give me something big,” I said this as I began rocking back and forth on his fingers, slamming down each time. “Bigger? Like my dick back in your cunt?” I looked at Sir Y, who was looking down at me, seeming to already know what was going to happen. He nodded his head and quietly said, “Do it faggot.” I pushed back down the guys fingers and said, “Bigger. Bigger than your cock.” The guy asked, “What the fuck is bigger than…” and then paused. “Are you saying what I think you are? If so, you need to ask me. No you need to beg me.” “Please Sir, give me more. G-g-give me your fist. Fist my cunt. Fist my cunt out here where anyone can see.” “Holy fuck. I can’t believe it. You sure?” “Yes, give me your fist.” He yanked his three fingers out, pulling cum out with him. I felt him place his fingers back at my hole and I immediately started pushing back. I felt my hole stretch open as I rode down his hand. He pushed forward and his hand moved up into me. I could still feel the rock burning as it melted inside my cunt. I pushed back as far as I could, but could not get all the way down. He tried pushing, but there seemed to be no way my hole would stretch enough. Even as the meth took full control, and I rode up and down on his hand, my hole stopped at the widest part of his hand. Sir Y looked down at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, you better get it in there.” He tossed the guy a bottle of lube and said, “Get the rest of your hand lubed.” The guy moved his hand out of my cunt and poured lube on his hand and my cunt. Sir Y told him, “Get down on your knees faggot,” which I did. The guy behind me said, “Oh yeah,” and I felt him follow suit. Sir Y took the baggie out again and handed the guy another shard. “Shove this in him and give it a few seconds to get him fully spun.” The guy shoved as deep as he could, held his fingers in and held the rock to my cunt walls. I felt the burn start quickly and intensely. My head began to swim, and my ears began to ring. It got hard to breathe, and I coughed when I could not breathe. Sir Y said, “He’s ready. DO IT.” The guy pulled out, prepped his hand and pushed in again. I wobbled, but was able to steady myself and push back to meet him. Again, the hand was resisted. Sir Y got down in front of me, took hold of my shoulders and said, “Take it faggot. Take that man’s hand.” “Pull out.” I felt the hand pull out from my cunt. “All together on three,” Sir said to the guy. The fingers, with more lube, were placed back at my hole. “One.” The fingers slid in a little “Now.” Sir pushed me backwards as the man shoved his hand into my cunt. Without being aware of it happening, I was not prepared to resist. I screamed out as, with some resistance, the hand fully breached my cunt. “Oh fuck, please no. Take it out. It’s too much.” As if as one, all three men said, “Shut the fuck up faggot.” Sir Y looked at me and said, “You begged for this faggot, it’s not ending because you want to be a pussy. It ends when I decide it ends.” The guy behind me moaned out, “Fuck. My hand is in his cunt. Fucking amazing.” I continued to moan and whimper, “Please. Oh god it hurts.” I felt the guy start moving his fingers around in my cunt, causing even more pain. And then it happened. I couldn’t tell when, but gradually, the pain disappeared. He found my prostate and began applying pressure to it. The fullness moved from painful to pleasure. Sir Y saw the look in my face, my eyes rolling up as I moaned. “Give me the camera. Look at me faggot.” I struggled to focus. “Now faggot.” I was able to focus on him and the camera in my face. “Oh god, it…” “Tell us faggot.” “It, it…” “Faggot, tell us what’s going on in that cunt of yours.” “It feels so full, oh Sir, it’s so full.” “That’s what you begged for faggot. Isn’t it? You wanted his fist didn’t you. Were you so stupid and so fucked up that you begged him to shove his whole hand in you? Isn’t that what you wanted?” I groaned as the guy continued moving his hand, slowly turning it, pushing in a bit more, and then hitting my prostate again, eliciting another whimper from me. “Yes, yes Sir. I begged him to fist my cunt. I begged him to fist my meth whore cunt. I needed it.” “Yes faggot, you did beg him for it. Now, beg him for what you need now.” “Sir? What I need?” “Yes faggot, focus on that man’s hand in your cunt. Feel that meth in you, controlling you, demanding what you need. Now tell him.” I did as Sir Y said, focusing on the meth spiral I was in and the hand in me. The wall came down and I knew. “Please Sir, fuck me with your hand. Fist me and wreck my cunt.” As I said this, I pulled forward before pushing back on his hand, trying to get more of it in. “Oh, faggot. I’m going to give you that, and you’re gonna keep begging for more.” “Get the camera back here, you’re going to want this.” Jose took the camera and moved back. The guy pulled backward, stretching my hole to it’s widest as he rested his hand at the widest point of his wrist before sliding back in. He did this several times, twisting his hand each time. I continued to moan and whimper, but was also pushing back on his hand. I looked up and noticed a couple more guys standing at the gate, watching me get fisted, on my knees, in a garbage area. This is what I needed to be. I looked at Sir Y and said, “Thank you Sir. This is for you.” When I felt the hand in my cunt start to pull backward again, I pulled forward. This time his hand did not stop. I groaned as I pulled my whole cunt off his hand. Jose and the man both said, “Fuck, look at that cunt.” I reached back and felt it. The cunt was open wide and the lips were stretched out. Before anything could be done to stop me, I pushed back, slamming my cunt back over his hand, not letting it stop at the widest part. I rode my cunt all the way back and over his wide part until he fully breached me again. “Please, fist my faggot cunt.” For the next several minutes, he fisted me deep, pulling out and slamming in, going deeper and deeper each time. As he continued to hit my prostate, I felt an orgasm coming on. Sir Y saw the look on my face and said, “What do you want boy?” I looked him in the eyes and said, “ I want to make myself cum with his hand in me.” “Do it boy, shoot your faggot cum on the ground.” I pressured my cunt walls and rode his hand so that it continued to hit my prostate. Within a minute, I felt it. I groaned as my dick started spewing cum all over the ground. I whimpered in pleasure and the guy groaned, “Fuck dude you’re gonna break my wrist.” After what seemed like an hour of cumming, I was spent. My hole relaxed as I slumped face first into the ground. The guy slowly pulled his hand out and with one last effort, he said to Jose, “Final wreckage.” I heard him lube up again, and I pleaded, “No more.” “Fuck you faggot. I told you I only cum when I fuck, and you’re not going to shoot your load and leave me with blue balls. Now keep your fucking mouth shut. Except to groan in pain when I do what I’m gonna do, cause it’s gonna hurt.” “N..” I felt it. His clenched fist. At my cunt lips. Then I felt him pushing forward. My mind broke at that moment. This was too much, this was not what I wanted. It was. I pushed back with what energy I had. “That’s it faggot, take it.” The pain was overwhelming and I lost all focus on the world around me. My entire world was my cunt as his clenched fist broke through and slid in me, stretching me wider than before. “Oh fuck, Sir. Oh fuck.” “Damn faggot, I didn’t think you could take it.” As if getting a renewed lease on life, I got back up and shocked everyone. I pulled myself off, completely, from his clenched fist. Before he could do anything more, I then pushed back, immediately taking it back in my wrecked cunt. He then took over, pulling out and pushing back in a few more times. He groaned after several of these, “I need to shoot my load.” I begged him, “Please shove it in me” He began to pull out and I tightened my hole. “Shove it in me.” “What the…” “Please, do it.” He maneuvered himself up, placed his lubed dick at my hole, and began pushing in. “SHOVE IT IN ME!!!” He realized what I meant and said, “You got it faggot.” With that, he pushed as hard as he could and slammed that huge cock, through my already stuffed cunt, and slid it into me. “Fuck me mother fucker. Fuck my cunt and shoot your load in it.” With that, he began slowly, and then with increasing force, began fucking my cunt alongside his hand. “OH FUCK!!!” “Oh fuck, beg me bitch. Beg me for my load.” “Fuck me Sir, blow your load in me. Shoot your load deep in me.” “Oh yeah you fucking faggot.” I did not expect what was coming next. All at once, he pulled backwards and yanked his fist and cock out at the same time. I groaned loudly as the pressure was immense and wonderful. He then rammed that dick deep in me, breaching that inner hole again, painfully. He did this three or four more times, pulling all the way out before slamming back in. “Oh fuck. Faggot, take my load.” He slammed in one last time, past that inner hole and began jerking, shooting a huge load deep in me. He jammed in and out several times, making sure that every drop got far in my cunt. He fell on my back, in exhaustion, causing me to fall forward on the ground. I could feel his breathing, and it sounded as if he was crying. I felt tears coming down on my face as he told me, “You broke me faggot. I’ve never been that hardcore. You broke me.” After several minutes of us lying there, with Sir Y, Jose, and the now three guys watching, he pulled out of me. He held my cheeks wide, for Jose to get a final shot. Jose put the phone in front of my face and I smiled in exhaustion as I looked at my cunt. I wanted it wrecked, and it was as close to wrecked as it could be. It was still open, with the gash now looking to be about three to four inches high and at least an inch wide. I could see the red of the walls of my cunt and cum leaking out. I noticed the butt plug still sitting on the ground where Jose had dropped it. He saw my gaze and just asked, “You or me?” “You.” He picked it up, moved behind me and told me, “On your knees faggot.” I managed to push myself up and was prepared for the plug. I heard lube being smeared and was sure it was on the plug. Then I heard him say, “May I Master?” Sir Y looked at me and then at him and said, “Yes.” Without notice, I felt Jose’s hand slide up in me, with no resistance. He then added his dick, with very little resistance. I felt movement, realizing what was happening. He grabbed his dick and began jerking off. Within a minute, I heard his breathing deepen. “Oh fuck, faggot I’m jerking off in your cunt. Take it.” My hole stretched even wider, but I was so far gone that it didn’t hurt, as he shot his load deep in me. After a minute of cooling down, he pulled his soft cock and then his hand, out of me. I then felt the tip of the butt plug. He pushed it and with no resistance, it slid all the way in. I collapsed on the ground. I was done. At least I thought I was….

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.

Well no I don't know ALL of his experiences but I know he is quite the frisky little slut. Always been so gay he never had to come out and frequently caught him fooling around with boys all through jr high and high school. He has always dressed very provocatively especially for a boy with lots of time shorts, crop tops, tights and girls clothing to the point of being more gender fluid and a regular crossdresser. Was never very discreet about bringing guys to his room for sex and way too many guys to be boyfriends. At one point I got a few emails from a guy claiming to know me from work who told me some interesting stories about HOW slutty he actually is and telling me he had sex with him several times and sent me pictures and videos of my son sucking cocks and getting fucked and even a couple pictures with cum on his face. He told me several dirty stories and after confirming some of these with someone else I was asked into getting my cock sucked by him through a glory hole so he didn't know it was me. Did that 3 times then the secret emailer invited me to the bathhouse to watch guys run a train on my sons ass while he was blindfolded. lt was the hottest thing I have ever seen live. l could not believe how many men fucked him and not a single condom in sight. Spunk was just pouring out so obviously I had to try fucking him. Somehow he found out I had fucked him and that he had sucked my cock so the rest is history. I rarely fuck him but he looks so sexy dressed as a girl sucking my cock sometimes I can't help it. Now I actually get to hear a lot of the slutty stuff he gets into.

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

The All-Natural Massage I answered his ad offering 1-hour massages. The address provided was for a small house in a quiet neighborhood on the west side. I guess he worked out of his home. When I rang the bell there was a pause and then the door opened. “Hi! I’m Ken. You must be Cliff! Come on in!” The well-proportioned man, standing in front of me on bare feet, was quite good-looking! He had a deep tan, curly blond hair and a ready smile. He was wearing only a gauzy tank top and a pair of white terrycloth shorts. As my gaze surreptitiously travelled down his body, I could tell that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock and balls kept shifting beneath the soft fabric, their outline clearly visible. He led me down a short hallway and through a doorway at the end. “I use this room for my massage studio,” he said. The room was simply furnished with a couple of chairs, a floor lamp and, on a table in the corner, soothing music emanated from a CD player. The pleasing smell of sweet incense hung in the air. In the center of the room stood a large sturdy massage table covered with a clean white sheet. Ken asked me to get undressed and said I could put my clothes on one of the chairs. “You can keep your briefs on, if you like.” I felt a little shy, but did as he instructed. “Hop up onto the table,” he said! “Just lie on your stomach and relax! You told me on the phone that you’ve never had a massage before. You’re gonna be in for a real treat!” As I got comfortable, he told me that he’d been a licensed masseur for over 10 years. His style, he explained, could be summed up in one word: “natural.” “Yep! Natural oils, natural scents, natural touch. Nothing could be finer!” To my surprise, he then removed his shorts and shirt. He stood naked before me. His cock, framed by a large bush of dense, curly black hair, bobbed mere inches from my face. It seemed to be swelling slightly, as if happy to be set free. I guessed that, when fully erect, it would probably be pretty big. What seemed to be a clear drop of pre-cum glistened on the very tip. Sagging heavily behind his penis, two large egg-shaped balls swayed back and forth, suspended in a soft hairy sac. “I like to be nude when I’m working…naked as the day I was born. It feels more natural, more right. Nothing like the feel of bare skin! I hope you don’t mind!” I didn’t know what to say…so I didn’t say anything! He started the session, massaging my feet and legs, working his way up along my body. His touch felt wonderful. His experienced hands kneaded and stroked my cares away. “That’s it,” he said. “Just let yourself go! Let your aches and cares and inhibitions slip away.” I gave myself over to the pleasure of his touch. He had me turn over onto my back and resumed his efforts on my body, once again working his way up from my feet. Magic fingers! Did that sound too corny? He then disclosed, “By the way… I’m HIV-positive. I hope that’s not a problem for you.” “I guess that’s OK,” I stammered. “You know, of course,” he added, “that my virus can only be transmitted by an exchange of bodily fluids such as blood or semen, not by the touch of bare flesh on flesh. Besides, even if I was to fuck someone right here on the table, there’s no guarantee they’d catch my bug in just one try.” “Do you take that daily PrEP?” I enquired. “Doesn’t that keep your viral load in check?” He laughed! “I wouldn’t use that stuff if you PAID ME! I hardly ever get tested, but my count is usually pretty high! For better or worse, I’d rather keep healthy the natural way. I follow a strict dietary & exercise regimen every day.” “Yeah!” he continued. “Natural’s the only way to go. Hell, I even have sex naturally. You won’t find any condoms around here!” This sure sounded risky to me, but I didn’t think it was my place to say anything. He interrupted my thoughts. “Here! Lift up your hips for a minute!” Without much hesitation, I did as I was told. Ken grasped my briefs by the waistband and with one sharp tug, they were down to my knees. “I bet that’s a bit more comfortable!” One of his hands cupped my nuts. “Mmmm! Nice balls you got there,” he said as he gently rolled them around in the palm of his hand. He grinned and asked, “What kind of seed you got in here anyway? Negative?” I BLUSHED! “I KNEW it! So…These balls are full of neg seed? That’s kinda hot! You know…my poz hands…all over your neg body.” His talk was getting me both flustered and, at the same time, turned on. My dick inched across my belly as it began to grow. Ken smiled! “Maybe we should get you out of these briefs. I’m thinking, they’ll just get in the way.” He pulled them off, tossing them on the chair with the rest of my clothes. I wanted to question his actions, but Ken just shook his head. “Don’t worry,” he said! “I do this all the time.” He went back to fondling my testicles, gently rolling and tugging on them. By now, my cock was fully erect. I was embarrassed that my excitement was so obvious. One of Ken’s fingers found my sphincter. At first it made little circles, but soon the tip started nudging and poking, seeking admission. “You’re awfully tight down here, Cliff. I’m going see if can get you to loosen up a little!” I guess I started to get nervous. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. I tried to sit up, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and eased me back down again. “Don’t worry, Baby! I know just the thing to totally relax you.” He leaned forward and engulfed my straining cock in his mouth. His wet lips fastened on the shaft and his tongue started swirling around the sensitive head. “How’s that feel, now? Better? I thought so. You know…your body is VERY responsive. Your penis is so fucking stiff.” With that, he resumed his oral attentions. Suddenly, I became aware that his probing finger had found its way up inside me. He pulled away and looked at me. “You know…my finger…my POZ finger…has penetrated your butt. Technically, my virus is now…INSIDE YOU! What do you think…does that turn you ON?” To my utter shame, my body stiffened, my hips bucked and, without even being touched, my dick began to gush sperm. Ken leered and said, “Yeah! That’s what I thought! Deep down, your body knows what it wants!” He bent forward and took my spurting penis back into his mouth. “Mmmm!” After he had drained me and lapped up the spilled seed, he gazed at me and said, “You know…lots of my clients have gotten turned on by thoughts like that…just like you did. Hell…I’ve had clients get SO HOT they actually BEGGED me to fuck them…fuck them right here on the table…despite knowing I would probably knock them up. I mean, I hardly ever go ahead and actually do it, but once in a while…you know…a guy like me has needs too! I wanna get laid…just like the next guy!” I wanted to protest but his lips sealed over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, dueling with mine…distracting me…confusing me. Ken returned to my cock, kissing and licking at it. Amazingly, I got hard again almost instantly! “Ready for more, I see,” he said, smirking. “Mmmm! Just the way I like it.” His head descended on my rigid shaft. For the next 20 minutes or so, he kept me right on the edge, several times backing off when he felt my body tighten in anticipation of cumming again. I felt lost in a haze of sexual stimulation! At some point, something shifted in the mood. Somehow, I could tell that the focus was shifting away from my needs over to Ken’s. I looked at him as his mouth came off my cock, ropes of his saliva dripping down onto me. His face took on an odd expression. “I think you’re ready, Baby! It’s time to have some fun!” He went to the foot of the table and, grasping my ankles, he started to raise my legs. “I’m gonna get up on the table with you! That’ll make things a lot easier.” As he climbed up, his shoulders naturally began pushing my legs back, forcing my knees down against my chest. He kept looking into my eyes, telling me it was going to be OK. “This is what you want, Baby…and I’m going to give it to you!” I wanted to resist but he kept kissing away my protests. I could feel his cock bobbing against my hole, his dickhead leaving a slippery trail of goo. I knew that he was trying push into me, but, stiff as he was, his cock kept slipping, owing to the copious amounts of pre-cum that was leaking all over. Here I was, on the verge of letting a total stranger fuck me, knowing that he would end up filling me with his toxic ejaculate. Panicking, I started to struggle. “Hey!” he barked! “You want me to have to get a little rough? Is that it? You want it rough?” “No!” I whimpered! And with that, my resistance vanished. I was ready to submit. “Please!” I implored. Again and again I said the word, not sure exactly what I was begging for. “PLEASE!” My body surrendered as well as my spirit. My hole, which had been clamped tight as a last defense, now opened, giving him full permission to enter me. I could feel his girth as he slid in, stopping only when he could penetrate no further. He sighed in satisfaction. “I can’t last as long as I used to, but I can still get the job done. You might not convert, but if you do, you’re gonna love having a part of me growing inside you.” “Please!” There was that word again! Ken started up a nice and easy pistoning motion. “Fuck, yeah! Skin on skin! All-natural…just the way it’s supposed to be…just the way I like it! Fuck! You being NEGATIVE…me being POSITIVE…that makes it SO HOT, don’t you think?” He lowered his mouth and pressed his lips tightly to mine, cutting off any possibility of my answering that question. He settled into the slow steady rocking motion with his hips. He breathed into my ear, “I’m in no hurry, Baby!” Occasionally, he’d rotate or grind his hips so I was always aware of his large cock as it moved within me. The constant repetition mesmerized me to the point where my thoughts and worries ebbed away. As the repetitive power of the fuck took hold of my senses, I lost track of time. Ken’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “Is this what you want, Baby? I need you to tell me!” I moaned in response. He said, “Say ‘Yes!’ I want to hear you say ‘yes!’” I moaned again! Louder this time! “SAY IT!” I opened my eyes and looked up at him, felt him deep inside me. “Yes!” I said. “Please…YES!”

I’d been drinking, and in my inebriated mind decided to walk home rather than wait for a night bus. After checking a couple of apps, I was feeling a bit horny even if I had no mind to do anything about it. It was then when I noticed the illuminated sign for the sauna. I’d passed it many times before and knew it had something of a reputation for its theme nights where one night it’s Daddies/ Bois or no towels or whatever. I decided that I would pop in for a bit, freshen up in the shower and maybe get sucked off. Job done. Once I’m buzzed in I realise that I’m actually doing this, and so check in for a towel, give reception my email for some reason for their mailing list, and head into the changing area, clumsily undress and then head into the main part of the sauna. After doing the rounds – and discovering there’s even a sling area, which stank of piss – I settled into a wood cabin that seemed fairly quiet bar the two older daddy types, mid-50s, looked like regulars but were in hot shape, gently feasting off each other’s bodies, teasing each zone and clearly been there a while. I settled down on a bench to the side and vaguely watched them. One of them reached over under my towel and put his hand on my stiffening cock and smiled “What have we here?” He leaned over further and began nibbling on my cock. Fuck. I hadn’t quite budgeted for this, but my horniness seemingly had me pinned to the spot as his mouth started to suck. His mate slid over and handed me some poppers. I felt obliged to really. It seemed rude not to. Although the minute I whiffed a few snorts my head felt like the wiring had come lose and all that now mattered was this hairy dad feeding on me. His mate leant into kiss me and again and suddenly I’d never wanted this stranger more. I felt the cocksucker’s fingers probe my hole, somewhat looking confused that it was dry and tight, but almost instantaneously the evidence of a sick grin replacing it. “Slow night brother?” It took me a moment to realise he was talking to me. “Uh… not really. Just a bit drunk and horny” I replied. “Hehe, nice. Drunk and horny on a PozBro night. I get you” “Wait, what? I thought that was Tuesdays...” “No mate. Been Thursdays for the last four months. Every other week we let in non-members and chasers” “Really? Ah okay. Bit of a mistake. I’ll leave you guys to it then” as I went to get up, the popper daddy pulled me backed into a kiss. I was beginning to feel strange, and realise these fuckers had me in their web. I could hear the door being locked and started to feel panicked “Not so fast bro… Hey Steve I think we’ve got ourselves a newbie!” I kept struggling as Steve pulled out the poppers again. Fuuuuck. What was in them? They were making me react the way they wanted. My body betraying my frantic mind. Half terrified, half horny. Jesus. I could only hope to get out of this alive. “I think you’re right Glen. Luckily for him we’re on a recruitment drive. I think we should showcase a few of the membership benefits while he’s here.” Glen was starting to tease my hole with his tongue. Oh boy, not felt anything like that before. I had begun to bliss out with the intoxication, feeling reasonably good despite the fact I was naked, horny, off my face in a locked room with two poz fuckers talking about recruiting me. Holy shit. I found myself turning my face to Steve’s cock. Man, what a fucking amazing poz tool, I thought. Thoughts that evaporated as I begun to suck down on it. Meanwhile Glen had been probing my hole, and I’d been slowly aware of letting him begin to probe me further. I wasn’t quite understanding my behavior, but everything felt so good and right and I figured I could risk this. They must be bluffing, I thought, there is no way someone would be so toxic that it would take immediately… That’s how I looked at it. Surely every guy doesn’t get pozzed instantly… That said, Glen was still pursuing my hole. I noticed him spit on his cock. I hoped there’d be lube but it was unlikely I was to get a smooth ride. These two fuckers know too much as it is. “That’s one tight hole there. Good thing you have us here to help you realise what a pleasure centre you can be. So much potential for you as a pozbro”. Oh fuck.

My name is Lee, I’m 36, 5’10”, average build, and I’m told I’m very handsome. I have been a prude sexually most of my life. I was a church kid growing up, then joined the military at 18. I didn’t lose my virginity until my early 20's, being too afraid to get caught under DADT. Even after I started having sex I didn’t sleep around, only having sex with men that I was dating. That being said, despite my prudish past I’d always hated condoms. To me it killed the mood when you had to stop to put a condom on, and I hated the lack of closeness condoms injected into sex. I finally had my first hookup at the age of 26 when I moved across the country to a new city, but the guy developed feelings for me and I swore them off off for years after that. Things were much the same when I met my only true long term boyfriend, Kyle. I knew Kyle from Recon, a site I’m sure many of you are familiar with. We’d chatted off and on for over a year, but he was friends with the guy I’d hooked up with, so I avoided meeting him in person even though we shared a lot of the same fetish interests. He finally asked me out and I relented, and just like so many others I made Kyle wait a long time before we had sex. But sex with Kyle was different. Unlike every other guy I’d been with, he never asked for a condom and I never asked him to put one on. From the first time he fucked me and filled me with his cum I knew I would never go back to condoms. During Kyle and I’s almost 4-year relationship we both remained active in the fetish community, attending events like MAL and IML, maintaining profiles on Recon, and having playtime with other kinky guys (almost always unprotected). Kyle introduced me to his fetishes, which included fisting, and he started stretching my hole to try to fist me. During this time, I met a guy named Ryan on Recon, and he introduced me to the site that would change my life for good: Breeding Zone. At first I only read the General Bareback section, and the stories were enough to get me off. However, I always saw the Bug Chasing and Chem Sex sections staring back at me, though I couldn’t bring myself to read them. Things changed once Ryan sent me a link to a story on Breeding Zone in the Gift Giving section, despite my misgivings on the topic I read the story and I was more turned on than I had been in years. I was hooked. At first I read the Gift Giving stories, but I eventually graduated to the Chem Sex stories which turned me on even more. I had introducted Kyle to Breeding Zone as well, and he knew I was turned on by these stories, but we ended our relationship before we could explore them. After my breakup with Kyle I wasn’t feeling as prudish, but I knew deep down that I had turned into a bug chaser, so I avoided sex for quite a while. Finally, I knew that wasn’t a long term solution, and PrEP was becoming more widely available, so I went to my doctor and got a prescription. I took it dutifully for over 2 years, but deep down I knew I still hungered for a poz guy to own my hole. Separately, I had also been trying to take a fist since I was with Kyle, and since poppers weren’t enough for me to open up, I was convinced I was going to need chemical assistance to take my first fist. Enter Pup, a very sexy, poz, mid-30’s friend of mine. Pup and I started chatting on Scruff right around the same time I began taking PrEP, when I was finally more comfortable chatting with poz guys. Pup was partnered at the time and undetectable, which made me feel safe even though it was just chat, and we developed a good long distance friendship (he lives in a southern state almost 1,000 miles away from me). Last year he told me that he and his partner had split, but the more interesting thing to me was that Pup was into fisting, and he informed me that he had gotten into PNP. I told him about my frustration with not being able to take a fist, and he assured me that PNP would allow my hole to open up once and for all. However, he also informed me that if I played with him he only slammed. Regardless of this fact I knew I had to try it. He also made sure that I knew he was positive, and there was still a small possibility that I could be infected if we played. I assured him I was aware of the risks and I was fine with them. Pup and I chatted for months about meeting, and we finally agreed in January of this year on a date: Easter weekend. I was nervous but I knew that I needed to meet him. I genuinely liked the guy and he was going to help me fulfill my fisting desires. I made sure I was clear with him ahead of time that I only was going to PNP to get fisted, and he agreed. Other than that we didn’t discuss too many particulars of what our weekend together would entail. I got on a plane after work on the Thursday before Easter and flew to his city, and took an Uber to his apartment. He had a friend of his let me into the apartment, and he gave me some instructions to prepare for the weekend. I followed his instructions, but once he got home I think he could tell I was nervous, so we agreed to hold off on PNP until the next day so we could get to know each other better. We went to a sex toy store and picked up some supplies, and then he fucked me before we passed out for the night. The next day we had a short conversation about limits. “How do you feel about having other guys join us? I have another guy that wants to fuck you.”, he told me. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that just yet. It’s a fantasy of mine, but I’m really just here to take my first fist.”, I replied. “How about we play it by ear?”, he asked. “That works for me.” “What are you most concerned about with slamming, boy?” “I just want to make sure I get sleep, and that I take my PrEP.” “I’ll make sure you get sleep, boy, but your PrEP is your responsibility”, he responded, quickly ending the exchange. After that he told me it was time to slam, and he explained the entire process of what was happening as he fixed our slams. “Get your phone out, boy. You’re going to want this on video.” “Are you sure? I’m not sure I want this on my phone.” “Trust me, in a few minutes you won’t care, and you’re going to want to watch this later.” Though I was hesitant I agreed to record it. I was so nervous I was already tingling all over as he tied the tourniquet around my arm and prepared to insert the needle. “This is just a small slam, .20.”, he explained as he showed me his own slam for comparison, which contained over twice as much. “Get the camera ready, boy.” I started recording. I saw the register, the red tinged liquid disappeared, and he snapped the tourniquet off of my arm. What followed was unlike anything I’d experienced in my life up until that moment. Most people on here describe a warm feeling after a slam, for me it felt opposite. It felt like a chill was spreading throughout my body (but in the best possible way) and Pup took my phone from me to film my reaction. I was euphoric beyond my own comprehension, and had trouble even forming words for a few minutes. Suddenly my inhibitions had melted away. Pup started questioning me. “What do you want, boy?” “I want to take my first fist”, I answered. Pup shut off my phone and kept asking me questions. “You want me to invite some other guys to try out your hole, boy?” “You can invite anyone you want, Sir.” “You haven’t earned the right to call me Sir, call me Pup.”, he growled. I stammered an apology, and he asked a few more questions that are kind of fuzzy to me now. But then he asked a question I didn’t expect, and that I’ll never forget, “You’re a bugchaser, aren’t you, boy? You want to get pozzed this weekend?” To be continued…

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I find the degrading aspect as huge turn on. The more abusive - mainly verbal and a bit of physical - humiliating and degrading the way I am used the more turned on I get. 😋😋 I just love being used as (and told I am) a worthless faggot whore, bitch, cunt, slag. Just adds to the whole "experience" 😈

I could not have dreamed up such a fuckin awesome week. Not only was the none stop wreakless sex outstanding I had quickly grown very fond of the trupplet Stu, Hank and Frank. The outdoor morning flip fuck with Mike my last morning at the ranch had been particularly passionate. With both our asses freshly loaded we could barely pull ourselves away from our post coital embrace as we wept like inconsolable babies. Halfway on the drive to the airport for my return flight I took violently ill. Frank stopped on the shoulder and I wretched and vomited everything from the bottom of my boots. I crawled back into the truck feeling like a harshly rung dishcloth. By the time we reached the airport I had spiked an incredible feavor. It felt like I had a steam locomotive racing through every blood vessel. I was barely conscious and my head felt like it was going to explode. I'm surprised they even let me on my flight. I have no memory of going through check-in. I became conscious as I was being hoisted out of a wheelchair at the door of my plane. Two flight attendants gayer than pink balloons were hoisting me and practically carrying me to my seat. I never pick a seat at the very back of the plane so they must have wangled some special arrangement. I vaguely noticed there were very few people on the flight and there was noone other than me in the back three rows. Before the flight attendants did their preflight spiel they gave me some pills and two airline potions of scotch to wash them down with. I was asleep before we even taxied. With my head still splitting I emerged from an erotic dream state to see one of the attendants sucking my dick. I soon noticed the other attendant removing his clothes in the seat beside me by the window. Fully naked he maneuvered over my now ragging hard on and impaled it into his silky ass hole. As he began bouncing up and down I knew this was a reverse rape; but, it couldn't be rape as I enjoyed it especially because it diverted my attention from my suffering. The other attendant settled into the seat beside me, freed his five inch erection and pulled my sweaty hand over to hold it. Seated attendant; "I hope you don't mind. My buddy couldn't pass up your blazing poz cock. He decided to chase three weeks ago. He's taken a few loads but your's is the 1st guaranteed toxic cum. He's desperate to get pozed and over the moon to do so as part of the 'mile high club.' " Me; "But what makes you guys so sure I'm poz?" Attendant; "Frank told us. We saw him wheel you into the building. Our gay poz radar's went off immediately. When we saw you were in line for our flight we persuaded the checkin clerk to let us take care of you rather than bump you off the flight. We offered to fuck the queen next time we came through but no deal. That's when Frank offered to breed him in the public bathroom during his break. Bingo. You were in our care. Frank told us all about your week long fuckathon and multiple poz blood slams. He assured us there was no doubt you were down with the fuck flu and the HIV toxin was replicating like mad in your blood stream and cum." I have no idea how I stayed conscious enough to take in his words. The self fucking occurring on my cock must have been the cause. My mind began to fog and slip into a delusional dream state. My body had transformed into the cobra from the bikers tattoo. My cock the snakes dark angry red tongue jabbing into my victims rectum. Suddenly poison shot from the submerged tongue and stung into the guts of my prey. I fell totally unconscious with the satisfying assurance I had just pozed this flight attendant's negative ass. He would carry my poison for the rest of his life!

PART 3 On the last day of my holiday, I visited the shopping malls as our flight was leaving at 19:00 and we had to leave for the airport in the early afternoon. We started at one of Orlando's premium outlet malls in International Drive. I had no interest in shopping, but it was a good excuse to get away from my family. I went straight on to Grindr to see what was around. There were surprisingly a lot of people around, maybe I could have some fun in the restrooms. I kept offering, but no one was serious beyond sending a nude then ignoring. That was until I got a message. "Are you in X" (X being the name of a store, hidden to protect their identity). I was. "Come to the back of the store". The guy opened the backdoor and I was in a dark corridor. It seemed to connect all the shops together with their stock rooms. "The store has been dead all day, wait here I'll lock up". He locked the door and added a "be back soon" sign before leading me to the stock room. "You aren't from around here are you?" He asked. "I'm from England". "I love the Brits, they do anything I want them to". "Well what do you ask them to do" I enquired. He smiled and unbuckled his jeans. "You can start by getting your clothes off and sucking this". I pulled out my poppers. "Are they poppers" he laughed. "You are prepared". I started sucking his cock but he wasn't getting hard. I was getting a little bored. "Sorry" he said, "you're my 3rd fuck today". I suddenly started enjoying his cock more. I had the juices of 2 other guys I was sucking. I got brave. "I want you to fuck me" I asked. "Ok, let me grab a condom". "Raw" I said. He smiled, "good, I don't have condoms anyway.". He laid on the floor and I hovered over his dick. I sniffed my poppers and sat down, his dick suddenly got hard, and long. I gasped, I didn't expect it to fill me so much. I was riding him and kissing him at the same time. He came, really quickly. "Fuck that was hot" he said. I got dressed and he told me to follow the corridor to the end, it'll take me back into the main shopping area. I was smiling, I get to go on the plane with cum in my ass. Shortly after we went to the Florida Mall. I was wondering around and came across what looked like a sort of skate shop. It had a funny smell, novelty t shirts and joke things, bongs that sort of thing. Intrigued, I went to the back of the store and they had sex toys. I noticed a plug and immediately bought it to keep the cum in my ass. The guy that served me didn't say a word. I looked at him and said, "can you keep the packaging?" "Ur sure but you can't return it once it's opened" "that's fine". "Where's the nearest restroom?" I asked. He explained that the nearest were currently out of order, and that I should try the ones by the Florida Hotel. He said if I give him 5 minutes he'll show me where they are. I waited, and he took me to them, and followed me in. I wasn't sure if this was a coincidence, or he wanted sex, I was hoping for the latter, he was cute. I smiled at him and walked into the end cubicle, I shut the door but didn't lock it in case he wanted to come in. He didn't. He did go in the cubicle next me. Damn, I thought, but in well. I locked the door, and quickly put the plug in my ass. That was until I turned around, and I could see a dick under the stall. I started to wank it, then lick it, then suck it. He started fucking my mouth. I checked to see if we were alone, we weren't. The rush of getting caught made me instantly erect. I heard the last cubicle door shut and we were alone. I asked him to come over, and he did. When I opened the door, I quickly got on my knees and started sucking him. He noticed the plug and asked "how is it?". "Good, but yours would be better". He pushed me away and bent me over, he pulled out the plug and started fingering my ass. Then it happened. The wrapped landed next to my hand. He had a condom on. At this point a fuck was a fuck, but I was enjoying my raw record. He was fucking me hard, but he had no lube and it was actually hurting. I asked him to pull out a second whilst I sniffed some poppers. He watched me sniffing, and was wanking his cock. I turned around again and guided the cock in. Within a minute he had cum. The condom was out and he was about to put it in the toilet. I stopped him. "Can I have that?" I asked. "Um sure" he said, before pulling up his jeans. "I'm gonna head back my break is over soon" he said. I wasn't paying attention now. I was working out how to get this cum in my ass. I laid down and tried to get my legs up, I wanted to pour it in, but spreading my cheeks and pouring it wasn't working. It went everywhere. Some over my ass, some in it and some on the floor. I put my plug back in and got dressed. That's 2 loads in me. I looked down and there was a glob of cum on the floor. I wanted it, but it was on the floor. I sniffed some poppers and tabbed my fingers in it. Then licked my fingers. Did I really just do that I thought to myself. But I kinda liked it. I took another hit before kneeling down and licking up the remaining cum. Then I left. Normally when my poppers are wearing off, I get a sort of repulsive thought of what I've done, regret and disgust etc. This time, I didn't. I'm not sure what changed, but for the first time, I accepted what had happened and loved it 100%. I met up with my family in the food court, and acted like nothing had happened. TO BE CONTINUED

Almost breathless Curly spoke; "You're damn right it's fuckin time. Cuuuummmin ... fuuuuuuccck... loaden your guts man ... blasting my poison load deep!" Simultaneously Hubby; "Oh, oohh, ooooh my God. Frickin knocking me up you bastard. You're pozing my sorry ass ... fuuuuuuccck .... fuck ... oooph. I'm cumming lover ... take my last negative load. Gonna be pozing you from now on. No fuckin way you're going on PrEP now. No fuckin way!" Me at the same time; "Love it Hubby. Sooo fuuuuuuccck, Argh ... Argh ... fuck just shot my wad. I think it hit the wall!" Curly pulled out of Hubby and licked the cum off the wall. With Hubby now out of me Curly spit my cum in as lube and was up my fuck shoot calling to the audience; "One of you homos better get in my hole with your raw cock. Fuck me on to knock up this negative ass. We don't want this couple to be sero-discordant now do we?" Me; "Yeah man, fuck me silly! Give me what you gave Hubby. Poz me, knock me up." It took three guys breeding his ass before he filled what space I had left with his super charged load. Three more strangers bred me after that bringing my load count to twenty two that day. Hubby and I debated going for PNP the next day; but, I was really ready to be poz. Hubby really wanted to go to the clinic but decided he might as well join me, on one condition. If by some miracle he converted and I didn't, I would promise to not go on PrEP. I had no intention of giving up the excitement of highly risky sex so had no trouble making or keeping my promise. Three weeks later Hubby fell deep into fuck flu. Within the week the clinic confirmed his poz status. To our great surprise I would have to follow through on our promise. Cum slut bottom that I was I had somehow dodged the bullet. Actually I had taken the toxic cum bullet but it had refused to lodge in my blood stream. Go figure. Over the next six months Hubby pumped his highly toxic loads into my bottle brush prepared ass at least four times per week. I was getting bred by Dr. McSteamy, Sam the janitor and a few other staff and anonymous visitors during work at the hospital. I even attended a pozing orgy where I took highly charged loads from five different tops in the course of three hours. Stubbornly I kept getting negative test results. Hubby was growing suspicious that I might have broken my promise to him and was sneaking PrEP behind his back. I was getting desperate. By now I was consumed by converting. I found myself spending hours researching the internet. Finally I came across a likely solution to my desperation. I didn't tell Hubby, just planned a weeks vacation for myself. I was going to a ranch with a trupple of gifters who specialized in hard conversion cases like mine.

You are absolutely correct about that. I am one of those sissy faggots. I loved dressing up for my Daddy during our special time together, sucking his fat 10” cock, getting fucked by him and taking his seed. I loved all the sneaking around hiding it from my Mom. During the summers we’d go away for 2 weeks on our annual father son camping trip so she thought but he’d take me to some sleazy motel, we’d party, he’d whore me out to strangers and violate my community holes. He loved watching me getting passed around those random men, taking their loads and after they were done with me he’d have his turn. He’d touch me all over, slide his fingers into my flooded hole and ask me how does that feel my dirty little faggot whore princess. He’d then spread my legs and bury his rock hard throbbing cock deep inside me as he shoved those cum dripping fingers inside my mouth to clean off. I’d moan like a whore in heat telling to fuck me deeper and harder, to spill inside me, to show me how much he loved me with his massive cock. Omfg it was so amazing 🤗

The most common reason why incest is so [banned word] in society is because of inbreeding. With father and son there is no chance of that. As long as both are adults who understand what is happening I say do what you want.

i'll fight back a little bit, just so he gets more joy out of keeping my head still and throatraping me harder

Part 4 Dereks revenge After leaving James salon I was very angry, angry at myself for letting him fuck me raw again. I kept thinking why did it turn me on so much having his cum n piss up my ass!. Still being hung over I thought The best cure was to drink some more. I texted My Bud and he agreed and said he’ll Uber us some alcohol as the legal drinking age in Canada is 19 and the Uber drivers never ask for ids. I felt kinda funny walking I guessed it was James piss. Lucky for me there was a near by washroom by the park. It was empty inside and I went into the Stall to push out his piss and cum. As I pulled up my pants someone walked I heard him unzip and take a piss. I made my way to the sink to wash my hands and we made eye contact he had brown hair muscular build under armour shorts and t-shirt . I noticed him rubbing his semi hard cock he then nodded and walked into the stall looking right in my eyes and I followed. He whispered I don’t have much time he quickly grabbed my ass and asked “do you bottom” “yes” I replied he got a condom from his wallet and turned me around spitting on his hands he started fingering my hole. “Oh you’re really tight won’t last to long” I thought to myself how could I still be tight I got fucked earlier. He stated pushing his cock into me deeper and deeper fucking me harder and harder. “Dad are you finished im going to the swings” he slid out “almost done” I didn’t notice his wedding ring. Got me so turned on knowing I’m getting fucked by this hot daddy cock! In a public washroom with his kid waiting outside he started pushing his 8 “ uncut cock back into me with one shove I heard a snap “shit condom broke I’m so close “ “fuck me daddy” I cried out that’s all it took he was now fucking me bare “I’m going to cum arhhhhhh” I felt his cock cum inside me I felt every pulse “thanks” he said and he left i pulled up my shorts and made my way to my friends house. As I arrived my friend was in the pool he already had a couple of beers. I grabbed a beer and jumped in “sup bro did you fuck that girl” I asked “nah she wasn’t that easy” he replied we started laughing and played some pool basketball. As it got dark we went inside and started to play fortnite i was amazing he sucked. “Every time you loose you gotta drink dude” after a wile I asked “where’s Derek?” “He usually hits the gym or bar after work” Dereks brother started getting very tipsy “one more shot” we took the last shot and he passed out. I sent Derek a text “where are you” a sec later “on my way home” “your borthers gone out with that girl I’m here alone” ...... “you want my cock again don’t you!” “Yes Im drunk going to pass out you walk in and fuck me” “you got it” I carried dereks bother back to the bedroom and waited for him. The door opened its pitch dark in the room I had taken out the light bulbs. He was now fully lubed and started fuckin “you’re so tight take that cock slut” he was thrusting harder and harder “I’m going to breed you again take this poz load arghhh” I now jumped out from the closet “wtf who did I just fuck” I turned on the side table light “your bother”

That's great news

For those who find the policy confusing… I had to draw the line somewhere. It took a while to think through the issues to identify what it was that had changed recently in the posts and tweets I’ve been seeing. There had always been an undercurrent of harmful fetishes, but it’s really gotten quite bad the last year or two. My guiding principle previously was that people can do what they want with their own bodies. But I came to the realization that STDs (other than HIV) effect more than the individual, and that while a person has the right to kill themselves, it’s perfectly reasonable to say this site won’t encourage it. If you can explain a better, more clear policy, I’m all ears.

Mike, I’m enjoying your story very much and eager to read more. Keep writing, baby.

Part 11 Suddenly he had an idea, he moved over to his desk, and did grab a black permanent marker, and moved over to the rocking sluts ass. Hugo could read Dirks mind what he was up to with the marker, so he stopped Mike with rocking and told him to keep still, and not move anymore. Mike was feeling zo woozy but still he registered the order and did not move anymore. Dirk started to write on the sluts ass in big bold letters "POZ ME", James did notice what the 2 guys where up to, and moved the little cam for the online viewers nearer to the cunts ass, so that the viewers could see excactly what was going on. Some viewers on zoom made nasty remarks about Mike, some where reffering to him as a tweaked pozwhore ending up in some shady knockingshop in the middle east. Mike was not aware what was happening, he did feel movement on his ass, but was not able to place it, he was hoping they soon would move from his ass to his hole, he was so horny he needed something in his ass, he was so needy. Mike made some sounds trying to speak, but he could not form any correct syllabuses with that ball in his mouth. He was looking up with his pleading doggy eyes into the direction of the face of Hugo, forgetting his eyes where covered and everything was pitch black, hoping Hugo would understand and help him. Keep shut you slut!!!!! Soon we will give you what you need, keep still and do not move, or I rip your head from your shoulders you tweaking whore!!!!!! Mike was a bit shocked how he was treated, but did not dare to move anymore, Hugo was not the sort of guy you would like to make angry, he brought his face to the end of the couch in shame, and did not move anymore, and let happen whatever was happening on his ass and back. Dirk had moved up to the back of Mike writing "No loads refused neg hole here, please POZ ME. The message was clear, and in big bold letters for everybody to see, and to understand. James was filming the back of Mike, and he told Hugo to let loose the bitch, and as soon Hugo dropped his grip on the bitch, Mike started to rock again, making noises nobody could understand, but they knew all 3 what he was asking. James did go over to the party table, and took a loaded syringe destined to end up in the arm of Mike, Hugo was already putting the tourniquet around the arm of Mike, and was searching for a good vein to use in the crack of his arm. Mike was not sure what was happening but thought the better of it, not to make strange moves, or try some opposition. He trusted Dirk, everything would go OK, so far no harm was done, except the harsh comments of Hugo before. He was feeling so stupid and ungrateful, so far they only made him feel good, and they where giving him what he craved for already so long. He was still not aware of the true intentions the guys had with him. Hugo was feeling up the crook of his arm, and did find a nice size vein, although they where not very prominent. James did join Hugo with the syringe, and was feeling up the vein of Mike, Hugo was always excited for new pigs to be slammed, especially when they where new to chems like Mike, nothing beats newcomers moving into the floating world of chemsuse. Hugo did point to his arm, to signal James that he wanted to donate some aded value to this slam?

My boy and I had a few weeks off for vacation and decided to buy a beat-to-shit car and drive cross country. We figured we'd make it to San Francisco, fuck around in some sleazy bars, and then fly home. We drove for a few days, changing off who was driving every so often. Somewhere in Iowa, my boy was driving as I was dozing. It was early evening, and I was beat, hoping to find a motel with wifi so I could log on and see if I could get some corn-fed hicks to come fill up and stretch out my boy's hole. We don't believe in condoms and sharing his sweet hole with guys, POZ or not, is my favorite thing in the world. Spit, dick, and ass. That's all we need. I guess we've both taken dozens of POZ loads and hundreds of loads we didn't ask about. We haven't been tested, but if we're not sick, it's a fucking miracle. With my eyes closed, I sensed the car coming to a halt. I opened one eye as my boy was opening his door. He said, “Gotta piss. Be right back.” We were in an empty parking lot outside of a roadside rest stop. After glancing at the clock in the radio, I went back to sleep figuring we'd be on our way in a bit. I was woken by the sound of a motorcycle stopping. Twenty minutes had gone by. I opened my eyes in time to see a tall hunky redhead with a mustache hopping off his bike. Sexy sunglasses, leather boots and jacket, tight jeans, the works. I wondered what could possibly be keeping my boy? I dozed off again for about five minutes, and noticed the motorcycle was still there. I figured I could piss too, so I headed in. I headed in to a dimly fluorescent-lit tiled room with a filthy piss trough, a leaky sink, and one big stall. I didn't hear anything, so I thought I'd investigate the stall. When the plywood door swung open, there was my slutty boy on his knees, jeans at his ankles, quietly sucking the motorcycle stud's cock for all he was worth. The fucker still had his sunglasses on too. The stud didn't seem bothered by the arrival of a new-cummer. He was pulling my boy's hair, skull fucking his face. “You want some of this?,” he asked. “Hell, I can have it anytime I want. He's my boy,” I replied. He must have though I meant my son. He quickly pulled my boy's head off his huge spit-slick cock and said, “Shit, man! I'm sorry. I didn't know.” “Didn't know what? That I get off watching him take stranger's cum?” With that, he smiled, and went back to face-fucking my boy slut. I wriggled my jeans down and started nursing my cock to full hardness. I bent down and after rearranging my boy, stuck my tongue as far up his hole as possible, working in two, then three, then four fingers. I figured this guy's thick cock would delight my boy more if he was properly stretched out. My own cock was drooling it's own questionable juice, so I scooped up a bit in my hand and asked, “You want this up his hole or on your meat?” He pulled my boy off and lubed up his already-wet cock with my juice. He swung my boy around so he could get at his loosened hole. “Want me to bag up,” he said as he grinned. “What for? Got anything we should know about?” “Uh, yeah.” “Can't be something he doesn't already have. Stick it in.” That was all the invitation this stud, who was infected with -BLANK-, needed. In one thrust, his beer-can thick cock was balls deep in my boy's hole. He squirmed with delight as the guy thrusted in and out, over and over, faster and faster. My boy was trying to blow me but was having such a good time, it was all he could do to hold himself up and off the filthy tiled floor. I pulled back to enjoy the view, slowly jerking myself as I watched this fucker go to town on my boy's sensitive vulnerable raw hole. The stud took raised his sunglasses to his forehead with one hand, revealing the sexiest clear blue eyes I've ever seen. He looked directly at me and asked, “Can I breed him?” “What the fuck do you think?” The stud's thrusts got faster and faster and he finally lunged forward, loading my boy's hole up with some unknown sort of toxic spooge. As soon as he stopped shuddering, my boy swung around to clean off his poisoned dick. Not knowing what the stud had made it so hot to watch as my boy licked off his own ass juices and toxic cum. I shoved my dick as deeply as it would go into my boy's wrecked pussy and came after a few intense seconds, forcing the stranger's load deeper and deeper into my boy's guts. I pulled up my jeans as the stranger did the same. He leaned forward, grabbed the back of my neck, and forced his tongue down my throat. I nearly came a second time. He looked directly into my eyes and whispered, “Hope you guys have a good doctor. You're going to need it.” With that, he pulled away, put his sunglasses back on, and strode out of the stall. I smiled at my boy, curled up on the cold tile, legs spread wide, shoving four fingers in his drippy hole as he brought himself to climax, covering his tight abs and chest with his own questionable cum. I picked him up, and helped him dress, not letting him clean off or wash up. I scooped my boy up in my arms and brought him back to the car. I poured him into the back seat and started the engine. I noticed a piece of paper that had been shoved under the windshield wipers. In barely-legible script was written, “that was hot. your boys hole milked out a toxic aids load. should i have told you first?” Hell no. Breed first, ask questions later.

Thanks for all the kind comments everyone! Part 15 "Hi boys" Hunter said as he opened the screen door. "Glad you came back Tyler. Wasn't sure we'd see you again after you didnt come with Chris the last time." Chris freaked out. He hadnt told Tyler that he had come back to Hunters alone and suddenly prepared himself for the day to end right then. Tyler caught what Hunter said and turned to Chris. "You've been back here?" "Oops." Hunter realized what he had done. "Come on in guys. No use thinking about the past when we have some fun to have now." As Tyler walked in he told himself to let it go. He still hadnt told Chris that he and Casey had been fucking on the regular so one time coming back to Hunters was hardly a capital offense. As the three boys stepped inside Chris felt redeemed. Once Tyler and Casey walked into the house the odds of turning back got much slimmer. Hunter put his hand out to greet Casey, the third of the boys to enter his home. "Hi, I'm Hunter. Im sorry we havent met before." Hunter loved the way Casey looked and couldnt believe the luck of three hot boys entering his home. Casey met Hunters hand and noticed the firm grip. "Hey Im Casey. Thanks for letting me come along." Hunter nodded and patted Caseys shoulder. "Whats with the pipe? Thats a pipe right?" While Chris and Tyler were thinking through Chris's last visit to Hunters, Casey was fixated on what he thought looked like a pipe hanging out of Hunters mouth and then held in his non-shaking hand when he spoke. The question tensed Chris and Tyler immediately. Chris wasnt sure what Tyler had told Casey and Tyler knew he hadnt said a thing about that part of his last visit to this house. "Oh. These two boys know what it is. Why dont we have them show you?" Casey could not have set the table for Hunter any better if they had scripted it. As the boys took seats in the living room, Hunter handed Chris the pipe. He grabbed the torch from the coffee table and gave that to Chris as well. "Why dont you boys start by showing our new friend a shotgun?" Chris had every intention of lighting the pipe and getting the party started. Tyler was not so sure. He looked at Casey who was now watching as Chris held the torch to the pipe. Tyler tried to make eye contact with him, but Casey was fixated. Just as Tyler was going to tell Casey that he didnt have to do anything that he didnt want to do, Casey spoke first. "Whats inside the pipe?" Hunter replied as he sat down next to Tyler. "Tina." He put an arm around Tyler. He could tell the boy was the nervous one of this group. He would make sure that wouldnt last. "Tina? Never heard of it." "Thats ok. Its fun. Youll see." Hunter winked at Casey and the boy just shrugged. Hunter liked him. He would be easy. He was laid back about all of this and was open to whatever came his way. This was going to be fun. "You ever smoke pot Casey?" "Nah. I didnt travel in those circles in high school so I didnt really get the chance. This is like pot then?" "Not really. Its much better. More fun." Casey again responded with a shrug. Chris was now taking a big hit off the pipe. Tyler could tell he had some practice the last time he had come to Hunters. Perhaps the smoking was always part of the plan after all. Things were starting to become clear to Tyler about Hunter just as Chris shifted himself over to Tyler and passed on his hit. Chris couldnt help himself and gave Tyler his tongue along with the massive hit that he blew into the boys lungs. Tyler fell into the kiss easily, remembering in that moment how much he loved making out with Chris. The hit meanwhile was beginning to do its work. There was a stirring somewhere in Tylers mind that was shifting its focus to what they were at Hunters home for. Hot sex. "Fuck thats hot" Casey said. "Yeah? You like that? Chris, give the pipe to Tyler and let him give Casey a shotgun." Hunter had no idea what the relationship was between Tyler and Casey but he didnt care. He just wanted to push things right from the start. Casey was eager. Before Chris had even handed the pipe over, Casey was moving closer to Tyler. Hunter got up from his spot next to Tyler so the two boys could get closer. He gestured to Casey to take his place. "Now when Tyler blows his hit into your lungs hold it. Dont just let it go. Let it stay there so you can feel it." Casey nodded transfixed to the pipe and the smoke coming out of its end as Tyler took his hit. This was a big hit too. Only one experience with blowing clouds and he was already a pro. Hunter and Chris were impressed. Tyler moved over to Casey and blew his hit into Caseys open mouth then like Chris slipped his tongue in as well. The two began to make out in a way that made it clear to Chris and Hunter that these two had played before. It was passionate from the start. No hesitation. Like they already knew each others techniques and patterns and likes. Soon their arms were wrapped around each other. "Oh fuck yes" Hunter said. The kiss lasted long enough that Casey had to let the hit go before he or Tyler pulled away. Smoke rose between their heads as they made out. "Uh we're all still here" Chris said. This was meant to be snarky but it came out a little bitter. Hunter heard it clearly. "Hey Casey. You wanna give the pipe a try?" Hunter asked as a way of getting them to break the kiss which they did. "Uh sure I guess." "Great why dont you try a hit from the pipe and shotgun it to Chris." "Ok." Casey didnt hesitate. He didnt look at Tyler to see if this would be ok. He was here for the experience. Tyler was a little hurt by the immediate response but his mind was more preoccupied with the hope that they would all be getting naked soon. Casey did not wait for Chris but instead moved himself next to the boy to prepare for what would inevitably be their make out session. "Chris help Casey out if he has any trouble. I'm going to take Tyler into my room for a second." Tyler didnt know how to respond. This was unexpected. Had he done something wrong? He suddenly felt like he was in trouble. But this wasnt a request. It was a demand. And Hunter grabbed Tyler by the arm and pulled him up from the couch with a look that said "Lets go." Tyler thought it best to follow. It was Hunters home after all. Part of him did want to see Caseys first hit from the pipe but there was no time to ask that of Hunter now. They were walking with purpose.

Part 11 Casey couldn't believe what he was seeing. Casey and Tyler werent really friends beyond hanging out in the common areas in the dorm. The hall, the bathroom, and the rooms that always had the doors open. Tyler wasnt one of the guys who kept his door open much but after a while the guys got comfortable and everyone started to just walk into rooms without thinking about it. Of all the things that Casey could have come up with that Tyler might be doing at that moment in his room, what he saw was nowhere near that list. Tyler was a nice guy, quiet but still in the mix with the rest of the guys, and religious, or at least Casey thought he was. They stared at each other. Casey was stuck speechless with his mouth agape. Tyler noticed that Casey wasnt looking him in the eyes. Then he realized. Casey was staring at the cum now dripping down his face. But he followed Casey's eyes down to his hole. Tyler realized his fingers were still inside him and that realization prompted him to pull them out slowly. Casey watched as the fingers also brought something with them. Was that cum dripping from Tyler's hole? Did Tyler cum before and fuck himself with that load? Little did Casey know. It was the click of the door closing that knocked Casey back from his thoughts. The sound did the same for Tyler as he closed his legs with embarrassment. He was found out. This was it. Casey always seemed like a good guy, friendly and kind to everyone he met. But he just caught a guy finger fucking himself right at the moment that he came a huge load. For a second, he feared for his life. "Bro I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Tyler stopped him as he pulled his blanket over his legs and crotch. "Please Casey. Please dont tell anyone. No one knows." "That you jerk off? Ty everyone jerks off you gotta know that!" "Uh...yeah...I..." "Did you like fuck your cum into your hole? I mean thats some pretty dirty shit but hey whatever gets you off right?" "My own cum? What do you-" "Oh I thought-" Then they both looked at each other as they realized what they had been missing. Tyler broke the tense silence first. Go with Casey's story, he thought. "Oh yeah, my c-" "Ty did a guy fuck his cum up into you?" Another silence. Tyler had no idea what would happen if the entire dorm found out. His family would find out soon after. "No...Casey....no I-" "Ty. It's cool. I wont tell. Its fine bro. I shouldnt have busted in like that. Ill knock from now on." "No I-" Tyler didnt know how to finish that sentence. He didnt know what to say at a time like this. He noticed Casey's eyes moving down the bed. Tyler was hard again and his cock was tenting the blanket. Casey came to and turned around to leave. He didnt hear Tyler call to him again softly over the sound of the doorknob being opened and the door whipping open and shut quickly. Tyler thought for a moment and waited another minute to let his cock soften. He pulled himself out of bed grabbed his boxers and used them as a towel to wipe the cum off his face chest and stomach. He needed a shower. Clean this day off and get back to thinking straight again. He would pray as he showered and figure out how to talk to Casey. Tyler grabbed his toiletry bag wrapped his towel around his waist and walked out of his room toward the bathroom. He knew he would have to pass Casey's room and he started to worry that maybe Casey had gathered a bunch of the guys to tell them what he saw. As he approached he saw that Caseys door was closed. What if there was a group in there listening to the story about the Christian boy down the hall who loved getting fucked and bred? Tyler leaned his body into Caseys door to try to see if he could hear any voices but as he leaned in the door gave. It wasnt fully closed and Tyler ended up stumbling into Caseys room. "What the fuck? Ty?!" Tyler couldnt respond as he saw Casey laying in bed naked and holding his hard cock in his hand.

Part 9 Chris's immediate physical response was a loss of breath. The rush of the slam made him cough uncontrollably. He thought this was probably the last moments of his life. Dying naked in a sling with drugs in his system. God would punish him and send him to a hell that he only began to imagine in that moment. That thought of death was surprisingly not met with fear because this wasnt a time for emotion. Gregs massive cock was in him and the way he plunged it into Chris without mercy also simultaneously caused the boy to take a quick intake of breath. Only he didnt have the ability to take it. The coughing fit and the sharp pain of the raw cock stretching him were all too much. Meanwhile the video hadnt stopped. The screams by the men and the top to "poz the boy" were relentless as the top bred the bottom. Thoughts of his demise turned out to be far too premature. Suddenly he felt Hunters hand on his chest again. What he didnt realize was Hunters hand was there from the moment he pulled the band off Chris's arm. The shock was wearing off and feeling was returning to Chris. Hunters touch felt electric. His coughing stopped and a heat permeated his body. Hunters touch made the heat more intense and yet it wasnt enough. He needed more. And the pain of his hole being stretched became something different. Need. Greg was deep but Chris wanted him deeper. The need for more prompted him to raise his arms toward Greg as if to beckon him. Greg obliged and bent down again laying on top of the boy and making out again. "Fuck boy. You feeling good huh?" Chris just moaned into Gregs mouth and pushed his tongue deeper into the kiss. Greg responded with a moan of his own and accepted as much of Chris's tongue as he could get. Meanwhile he stayed balls deep in the boy and rocked inside him, flexing his cock and trying to press against the boys prostate. Chris still wasnt down from that initial highest of highs enough to figure out what to make of all that was happening. What he did know was that his life was now divided into two: before slam and after slam. Before this slam he knew he had parts of his body that would arouse him when they were touched. But now every inch of his body was a pleasure center, outside and inside. He could suddenly feel every ridge and vein of Gregs throbbing cock. He felt how deep inside him he was. He felt Gregs chest pressed on top of his as he pushed himself up against the man to somehow get even closer. Their making out became breathless just as Chris had regained his breathing. There was no chance to think. He wanted to feel this way forever. Feeling the need to be touched like this and having that need met by a man as gorgeous as Greg. Greg pulled himself up having to fight the pull of Chris's arms. He wanted to see this boy he was fucking and get a look at his raw cock fucking in and out of him. Chris was looking up at him so intently like he was trying to memorize every detail of Gregs face. Greg noticed how Chris's face had changed with the high running through him. He was more animal, acting on instinct instead of thought, taking what he wanted and not thinking about consequences. He loved his boys like this. But looking at how changed the boy was reminded him that the high from the slam he did when he first got to Hunters place had mostly worn off. He looked at Hunter who was still at Chris's side now stroking his own dripping cock. "You dont wanna feed that to him?" Greg asked Hunter. "Later. I see where his focus is for now. Hes in love." Greg chuckled knowing thats exactly the look Chris had on his face as he looked up at the man who was fucking him. Whether or not Chris heard any of this wasnt clear to either man standing since the boys gaze never wavered. "You look like you could use...a pick me up." Greg smiled at Hunter. "You read my mind." Hunter turned his attention to his kit to get one of the prepared rigs for Greg. Greg leaned back down to kiss Chris softly. He looked into the boys eyes and asked "Feeling good boy?" Chris just nodded. It was as if he was in a trance. "I'm gonna stay deep in you like this but I cant promise that Ill have much control once Hunter gives me what he gave you. Your hole feels so good around my cock I might just cum as soon as he slams me. You ok with that?" It didnt matter how Chris answered. Greg was going to breed this boy. But he wanted to hear Chris say that he wanted Gregs cum in this intimate moment when they were as closely connected as they could be. "Yeah." Chris's first word since his slam. "Yeah what boy? Tell me." "I...I..I want you to cum." Damn, Greg thought. This high and still had some inhibitions. Those religious boys from conservative families were hard to break and he was working on one such boy now. That only pushed Greg closer to the edge of his cum. "Yeah? Where do you want me to cum boy?" "I...I....cum in me." "Whats that? Say that again boy. With conviction. Like you really want it. I don't believe you." "Cum inside me. Please. Gimme that cum." "Fuck. Yeah? You sure?" Greg could see that his promptings were pushing Chris to open his mind to what he really wanted. He watched as Chris's face became more resolute and assured. "Fuck yes. Shoot those fucking poz ropes of cum in me." The sudden outburst almost shook Chris lucid. Had he just asked Greg to cum in him and poz him? He had never once considered that. But he knew what he said and what he said was what he wanted. This was after slam Chris and after slam Chris craved poz cum. "Fucking flood me with your poz cum." "Oh fuck," Greg lifted himself up again as Hunter came close with the band and rig. "Looks like he put it all together. Our boy wants to get pozzed up." Hunter looked at Chris who finally turned from Greg and looked back at him as if noticing for the first time that he was even in the room. "Yeah boy? You wanna get pozzed?" Chris nodded. "Fuck yeah. But Chris?" He gave Chris a look now as if to say listen closely. "Chris? How do you know you werent pozzed before today?" Chris's eyes grew wide as the realization hit him. And then the smile. Chris smiled at Hunter as the look on his face transformed from shock to pure lust. As the realization hit Chris, he looked back and forth to the two men and as he tilted his head back in ecstasy, moaned out "Fuuuuuuuuck." Both men noticed that Chris's cock was as hard as it had been the whole day and it was leaking precum all over his abs. Greg was also benefiting from Chris's pleasure as he felt the boys hole squeeze his cock gripping it and milking it and trying to pull it in deeper. Greg smiled in response as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Yeah boy. Thats what youre about to get. Im gonna fucking breed you with my poz cum so deep." He was balls deep in Chris and tried to focus so he could hold his position as Hunter tied the band around his arm and found a vein. When Hunter pulled away after finishing the slam, Greg raised his arm and coughed through that initial impact. He loved getting slammed while he was inside a bottom but this hole was so tight and knowing that it was a neg boy who wanted to get pozzed up made him wild. As he rode the high he pushed his weight against Chris's hole trying to get even deeper than was possible. Chris could feel the change in Greg just in the way the cock inside him felt. Almost like it was growing fatter. It felt like it was stretching him even more. But there was no pain. This was all pleasure. He looked back up to Greg and saw the change in his face. It looked like lust on the verge of violence. Chris braced himself. "Oh fuck boy. You feel that cock?" Gregs breathing was heavy from the coughing but also as he got closer to cumming. His fucking became more frantic pulling almost completely out before slamming his cock deep into the boy at an increasing speed. The two were moaning loudly now unable to form words. Greg reached down and held Chris's shoulders to get deeper with each stroke. He looked deep into Chris and found some words but not sentences. "Cumming....pozzing....boy.....fuck..." and then the slamming strokes that would tell any observer that Gregs ropes of poz cum were being shot into Chris. The spasms, the shaking, all told Hunter that this was a huge load. But what made this easily one of the hottest things Hunter had ever witnessed was that as Greg began to shoot his load Chris also was on the verge of cumming. He never found his words so it came out in a long moan that was broken up by each rope that he shot. Hunter saw cum shooting up onto Chris's chest and face and more than one rope that hit Gregs neck and chin. As he came Chris's legs moved off the sling and tightened around Greg but in constant movement as if unable to maintain control. Hunter couldnt tell if one was shaking the other or if both were shaking together as if they were a single unit. As Greg slowed himself down he wrapped his arms around Chris and they kissed deep. Both still shivered with periodic tremors as they made out from the intense cum they had both experienced. As Greg pulled himself from the kiss he looked into Chris's eyes again. The boy was still very high. "Fuck youre hot boy. That might have been the most cum I have ever shot at once." Chris just smiled. "You are so adorable." Greg turned to Hunter as if to seek his agreement. What he saw was cum all over the floor. Hunter had cum with the boys and shot all around him like he was trying to paint the floor with his cum. "Guess you enjoyed watching that." Hunter laughed. "That was fucking hot boys. Two boys fucking is hot. A top pozzing a neg bottom is fucking hot. But you two got me at that next level. Fuck." Greg turned to look at Chris again but was still talking to Hunter. "How did you find the hottest boy on campus? If there are anymore like him at that school...fuck youre hot." He pressed his mouth against Chris's again and their passion was just as deep as before they came. When the kiss broke, Chris spoke his first words since he came. "You would like Tyler." Greg cocked his head slightly at the statement and turned to Hunter though it wasnt clear who he was talking to. Maybe both of them. "Who's Tyler?"

I was 19 and in the army I was going to the airport to catch a flight home for the holidays and got there 12 hours early since the post was 200 miles from the airport. I dropped my things off at the uso there and went exploring the town and found the bathhouse and took the bus that had a stop close by and walked the rest of the way there. I was a bit nervous and the guy at the check-in saw my dog tags and smiled at me and didn't charge me for the room or the entry fee. He actually gave me the best room they had there and as I walked around to get it I could see all eyes on me and allot of guys followed me around after seeing I was military. I didn't wear the towel and just walked around naked and got touched allot. I bottomed all night and had to at least have a dozen or so loads in my ass and the last guy who fucked me offered me a ride back to the air port and I thanked him by giving him my load.

Thanks for all the kind comments! Part 4 "I'm so glad you want that son. I do too. Do you like what you see on the screen?" I turned back to the movie and the dad and son were still making out with the dad on top of the son. But the dad was fucking the son! When the dad pulled away from their kiss I heard him say, "You like the feel of your dad's raw cock inside you?" The son was moaning and getting louder with each thrust. Dad was cupping my balls and stroked by cock his mouth back to my ear. "We don't have to do that right now or even tonight but I know you want to feel your dad's thick raw cock inside you don't you?" I moaned softly excited and scared all at once. I had never even thought about getting fucked raw. Bareback was always fantasy to me. It was too risky to do for real. But the door to the secret room in my mind was wide open now and in that moment condoms seemed like the worst possible idea. I turned to look at him again and this time I was dead serious. "No dad. I want that tonight. I want that now. Please dad. Fuck your son." As soon as I heard myself say it I pulled back away from the center of the bed and dad's arm around me. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry I don't know what I'm saying. I...I ....I'm not like that." Dad reached for my arm and held it pulling me back to him. "Hey hey it's ok its ok. You're fine. I want to know your deepest desires. I'm here to make them all come true. You're not scaring me. I like that you can trust me with those thoughts." I was leaning against him again and heard the click of the torch. "Here let's do another couple hits. I think we could probably use something to help us relax." He put the pipe up to my mouth and I took another big hit. Back and forth we went until that urge returned. I grabbed my semi hard cock and I stared at dad's thick cock. Without saying anything I leaned down and licked the tip my tongue moving along his slit. I tasted the sweetness of his pre cum. "Oh fuck son." I felt dad's hand against the back of my head as he put the slightest bit of pressure so that I would take more of his cock. I wrapped my lips around the head and got the loudest moan of the night as dad's reaction. It was just the head but my mouth already felt so full. I tried to go deeper on his cock but my mouth just couldn't handle it. "God you're so huge dad. I can't fit you in my mouth." I was looking up into his eyes with his cock on my tongue. "That is such a gorgeous site. Why don't you just lick up and down the shaft. I don't want to cum this way anyway." He gave me what looked like a conniving smirk. I knew what he meant and I felt my cock pulse. I started licking up and down his cock trying to taste every part of it. It was hairy but it looked like he probably trimmed so it wouldnt get out of control and so nothing hid how big it was. "Come back up here." I felt like I wasn't doing a good job. I didn't really know what I was doing so this was probably not the best blow job he had ever gotten before. He pulled me into another kiss and laid me on my back his hands moving up and down my chest and abs. Then he kissed his way down my neck down my chest and down my abs and then he put my cock into his mouth. "Fuck oh my god" I screamed. His mouth felt amazing. He was able to get all of it in his mouth which was probably easier because I was still only half hard. After a couple minutes he pulled up from it and used his hand to stroke me while he licked my balls. He looked up at me as the tip of his tongue teased each ball and made me jump from the sensation. "I love how smooth you are son. Does everyone on the swim team shave their cock and balls too?" I was feeling a little embarrassed. I never talked to anyone about this. I just liked the way it looked in porn so I figured I would try it too. "Nah not really. I just wanted to see how it looked and felt." He kept teasing my balls but with each touch he moved further down. "Well they look amazing. How do they feel?" I could see that he was smiling as he gave me a small spasm each time his tongue hit my balls. "It feels amaaaaaazing." "If you think that feels amazing you're gonna love this." He surprised me and pushed my legs up and pulled my cheeks apart. He kissed each ass cheek and then all of a sudden i felt that tip of his tongue again brush against my hole. I lifted my head up with a gasp. This time he used more of his tongue to lick around and on my hole. "Wha- what are you doing? Oh my god." He pulled his head up. "You haven't seen this in porn? Rimming?" I shook my head. "Oh are you one of those guys who turns on a video and fast forwards to the fucking?" He got me. I started laughing and as my head fell back against the pillow his tongue pushed into my hole for the first time. My laugh became a long moan. "Dad oh fuck that feels amazing." For the next few minutes it felt like he was trying to use his tongue to get deeper and deeper into me. I was in ecstasy. I never even knew this was something that existed and it was the best thing I had ever felt before. I reached for my cock and felt that it was getting more than semi-hard. He raised himself up and lowered my legs back to the bed. He came back up to a sitting position and grabbed the pipe and torch again. "How about a couple more hits?" I didn't say anything. I just pulled myself up to sit up again with him. He put the pipe up to my mouth first again. I took a long hit and as I let it out he put the pipe back to my mouth. "Don't you wanna take your turn before I take my second?" He smiled and just said "You are so sweet Jake. It's ok. There's plenty for both of us. Go ahead take another hit." He made me take a few more hits in a row. All big clouds. It felt amazing and for the first time I felt the tingling at my hole. I needed him to take my virginity. Now. As if he could sense what I was thinking he put his mouth back up to my ear and whispered, "I think it's time dad takes his son's cherry." I shuddered and nodded. On the screen the dad was screaming "Take your dad's load son! I'm breeding you with the cum that made you son!" All my brain was saying to me now was I want to feel that too. I was ready.

Jesse didn't get my ass at the theatrer that day.. We did some more stroking and sucking before we got up and left. It would be about a week later that Jesse, Dad and I would get together again. But before that, dad and I played one more time. It wasn't always easy finding time alone, with mom being around. But I guess Dad was so horny one night, he just couldnt take it anymore I was up late watching tv - down in the living room on the couch. Laying naked under a blanket, I played with my cock slowly as I watched tv. I heard Dad walking down the stairs, and knew he was heading down to use the bathroom ( the only bathroom in the house) I caught a glimpse of Dad as he came down stairs and walked through the living room. He was wearing only briefs, and just the thought of seeing his cock again was making me rock hard. He quickly went to pee and came back into the living room.. He walked over to me, and I figured he was just checking to see if I was still up and watching tv ( he hated to have the tv on and no body watching it !!) When he saw I was awake, he said quickly, " I'm so horny" and he pulled out a rock hard cock from his briefs. I sat up and put it in my mouth. With my other hand, I pushed off my blanket and stroked my hard boy cock. Dad didn't make much noise as he didn't want to wake up mom, but I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I did. I took Dad's cock as deep as I could, wanting my reward for my efforts.. It didn't take long til I was rewarded.. I could tell he was close by his breathing, and as his balls released a large load of cum into my mouth, my own cum shot out of my dick, covering my chest and stomach with my jizz.. Dad stepped away , put his dick back in his briefs. Then leaned forward and licked the cum off my body. "I'll give mom a good nite kiss from you when I get back to bed" .... "Don't stay up too late" And as he turned and walked away, I watched his tight ass fill those briefs.... and thought damn... next time .. I want his ass again.

Second part so we took a cab, both quite drunk and extremaly hot and horny. The driver was a nice arab dude in his late 40, but handsome, at least I thought so cause of all i had drunk;) we were sitting back bit I could swear that he was looking at us in his mirror. So this is why i put my hand in my husbands trousers looking for his hole. It was still full of cum of the guys from the darkroom. I love this sensation of my finger fucking his sloopy hole. Could see an interest in the arab dude, so I just opened my zipper and told my husband to suck my cock. He was like : wtf? But i told him to trust me. So he started to suck my cock and soon he could see that the driver was watching us:) now he knew what I was up to. When we arrived, we paid our bill and after leaving the car, i just asked if he wanted to join us. He said yes, but he already needed to make one more drive, he had accepted before picking us up and that he needed like 30 minutes to join us. I said ok, no problem, we'll wait for u. He left amd i walked into our home just to find my husband on all 4 waiting for an arab cock, he had not heard our conversation and he was disappointed. While I was preparing some more drinks for us, i heard that beautiful sound of grindr message;) i knew that my husband couldn't wait 30 min to get some cock. In 5 minutes there was a guy heading up our home. When he came they started directly. My husband sucking his cock. He was a young guy, maybe 25 yo and really handsome. Turned out my husband told him that bare was the only option, so in 3 minutes the guy was pounding him like there was no tomorrow. I was really horny, so decided to fuck this guy, he was really upto this idea and gave me his hole with pleasure. After a while someone knocked the door and we knew it was our new arab friend. Went to the door to open, and imagine... me, standing naked, with my cock rock hard, the door wide open, and there was the arab dude, and another guy...