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About an hour into my shift that night our line shut down. This usually means at least a half hour, sometimes a full hour, to mostly stand around, shoot the breeze or twiddle our thumbs. I just happened to be working with Stu. He's the handsome young guy I'd had the confusing crush on when he started at our workplace. I was straight, married with kids. How could I have a man crush? I'd become very jealous when I learned he had a girlfriend. He usually worked in the shipping loading department but for some reason had been teamed up with me for this shift. By the time the line broke down everyone in the plant was soaked in sweat. Not only was the temperature off the charts, so was the humidity. I have never understood why but hot and humid conditions like those always made me incredibly horny. Add the tempting morsel of a man to the mix and I was constantly trying to hide adjusting my hardon so I wouldn't betray myself to this other straight guy. At least my sweat soaked shorts hid any pizza boy cum leaking from my ass from my earlier encounter. I couldn't put that experience out of my mind let alone his parting declaration of more sex play tomorrow. No wonder my erection was such a constant and annoying issue. We spent a few minutes tidying our work station and then Stu retrieved cold drinks from the vending machine. Having handed me mine he pulled off his t-shirt and wiped his sweaty brow. My Forman would never allow this no matter how hot and humid so I warned Stu. He responded; "Shit, in loading we work naked in this kind of heat and humidity. As long as we have work boots on, heck, our Forman joins us. Your's needs to lighten up." "Wow, naked? Are you kidding?" As he adjusted his privates I realized he was 'free balling', commando. The bulge snaking down his leg was impressive and growing. "You know your Forman is off sick tonight don't you? Stu smiled. "Yeah I forgot", I joined him by pulling off my soaked shirt. My erection was growing and peaked out over the band of my shorts. Blushing I tried to conceal it. "Fuck man, no need to hide that. I'm flattered. Besides you're one good looking dude. " "But I thought you had a girlfriend?" "Shit, sure I do man. But we swing both ways. Makes for some fuckin hot threeways and group action if you know what I mean." He boldly stepped toward me, reached into my shorts and took a firm grasp of my rock hard cock. "Stu, what are you doing?" "Just exactly what you think I'm doing. Let's get some privacy behind the dumpster. I'm going to suck this baby off." "Fuck!" "We can do that to if you want." He was out of his shorts and boots stark naked before we even got hidden. Quickly he was on his knees and tugging down my shorts and underwear. He started with my cock head savoring every inch. After licking all the sweaty salt off he easily slipped over my shaft deep throating balls deep. My wife hated giving head so this was an unbelievable treat. I don't know how he was able to breathe and stay down so long but I could feel his tongue lapping my balls. His hands took hold of my ass cheeks and he directed me to face fuck him. His force made it clear he wanted it strong and powerful. I was getting quite worked up when one of his fingers found my ass ring and pushed inside. He immediately pulled off my cock and stuck the finger in his mouth. He smiled up at me. "Fuck you man! You already have somebody's load up there. Or are there more?" "Shit no! Just one. The pizza boy's." "Hot damn! You're right out of a porn movie! I didn't see that coming." He was back on my cock urging his face fuck as more fingers messaged and found their way inside me. He was driving me wild and I warned him I was getting close. He just intensified the action on both my cock and hole. I couldn't hold off any longer and spasmmed my load into his mouth. He took in every drop. I thought he had swallowed but when he stood to kiss me he deposited some of my cum into my mouth. All of a sudden he was behind me spitting the rest of my load onto my ass hole. His big raw cock was then penetrating me balls deep. I stuttered; "Awe ... fuck man ... awe ... condom?" "Pretty clearly the pizza boy didn't use one, unless it broke. But, I doubt that. No man, your taking me raw. Just tell me that's what you want 'cause I'm not believing anything else." I meekly nodded my head and his pistonning began in earnest. The more I groaned my pleasure the harder and more intense his fuck. I lost complete track of time and surroundings. I had never felt so absolutly possessed by another and I never wanted it to end. His voice broke through my revory; "I'm very close. Tell me you want this load inside man!" "Shit! No! .. Fuck! Keep going! Don't stop! Cum in my ass! Cum inside me!" Volley after volley blasted as my ass muscles contracted into an orgasm of their own. Until that moment I hadn't known that could happen! As we regained our composure I began to become aware of our surroundings again. I was startled by the clapping and cheers of three co-workers who had gathered to watch our sex show. As Stu's softening cock fell out of me one of the guys spoke to the others. "See Stu's raw cock. I told you he was taking it bareback. He just got bred deep. My turn next." Luckily it was a full hour before the bell warned us the line would be restarting. By then all three men's loads had joined Stu and the pizza boy's. I had fucked one into Stu and he'd sucked down two more. Best damn shit of my life! But what the fuck had I turned into?!

Been ill recently which has kept me indoors for the last couple of weeks so today I've horny af! Text a couple of regulars but no one was about so this evening I was onto grindr. Changes my profile name to 'raw now' and waited to see what cropped up. Almost immediately got sent a few pics of a thick, dark, raw cock with a shiney purple end. Swapped a few pics and he sent ones of him balls deep and raw in a smooth white bottom. Soon after I'm making my way to his flat. Indian guy and his cock was even nicer in real life. Super hard and veiny with real shiney smooth skin, almost felt like plastic and it was awesome to suck on. He didn't rim but I didn't mind, my hole was ready as I'd been riding my dildo for about an hour before I head out. He lined his cock up and pushed inside, hit some poppers and enjoyed the ride until his pace picked up and he blew what felt like big load in my hole. He then tried to wank me off but I cum either being fucked or fucking so it was a waste of time but I let him for a while before I told him to shove his soft cock in my mouth...i wanted another load. Didn't take long before he wax hard again so I turned around and bent over the couch. He slid in real easy as my hole was slick from before. I talked filth to him as he fucked me, asked if he enjoyed fucking my cummy hole. Again he didn't last long and blew again. Now my hole was a real mess..i needed more. Made my excuses and left. Jumped on the motorway to a busy cruising spot, plenty of cars there when I arrived. I jumped out the car and headed into the woods. It was very dark and took a while for my eyes to adjust. Soon figures started to appear out the dark but no one was biting. I spent about half hour exploring but apart from 3 lads getting sucked not much was happening. I decided to try the other side of the wood again and came across 2 guys wanking each other. I went to join them taking my cock out. One of the guys had a nice rock hard, thick cock the other was semi hard about 5" tops. As we wanked each other the hung guy felt the top of my jeans by my arse so I pulled them right down so he knew and I hoped he'd feel further down and feel my cummy hole. Thankfully he did and you could tell it excited him. He started working his fingers in pulling cum out and smearing it on my cheeks. I turned round and bent over, I felt his cock at my hole and in he slid. Fuck I love getting fucked when I'm already loaded, the feeling is insane. I huffed poppers and I was heaven, holding onto a tree while the other guy held my cock. I was so turned on u came without the guy even tossing me, just the feeling of that cock working in all that spunk sent me over the edge. I run my fingers over my bell end and ate as much of the cum as I could. I felt him start to pound me and tense up and unload more in me. He then pulled out and the smaller guy pushed his semi hard cock in. It still felt good and I was still rock hard despite cumming, I started to wank myself furiously and felt another load build as the smaller guys pace started to quicken. He shot and pulled out but I was too far gone to stop so stayed bent over as they zipped up and I blasted a load over the floor as they were leaving. Zipped up alone in the dark and walked back to the car, well satisfied. My cheeks were slick with cum and as I sit here and write this, the boxers I'm sat in are a mess, damp with 3 guys cum and my own.

I haven't had a layover in Tucson long enough to hook up in months, but this month I have two. My alpha top bud would be joining me for both, and the first was 2 nights ago on Monday. He's an alpha top, but also with a sensual side. He'll relentlessly pound my ass but needs to kiss as he's breeding me, and he always breeds more than once. It's a win win for both of us. We even planned for him to spend the night. We've both admitted we have a strong connection and chemistry when we fuck. He loves a group scene and is always up for whatever I throw at him, but we decided this one was going to be just the two of us. He got to my hotel room a little bit late, at 9PM. This was the last time I even looked at the clock so I'm not sure how long we played for. We made out for a short time before he started undressing, so I got naked also. A little more kissing before he told me to get on all fours on the edge of the bed. He announced he was going to eat my ass for a long time, so he told me to grab the poppers and get comfortable. His tongue was in my ass for a long time, opening me up, and I had several hits of poppers. I was kind of in another place, moaning and groaning, he was driving me crazy teasing my hole with his tongue. I was still on my hands and knees when he slid his cock in. Damn, he felt so good pounding me. When he told me to get on my back and we were fucking missionary, I knew his load was coming soon. He leaned in to kiss me and he growled loudly as he blew his load. He immediately at his load from my ass, and leaned in to kiss me, sharing his cum. I was still on my back as he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed. He was standing as pushed my knees up and pushed his dick in once again. It was only a few minutes before he was unloading for the second time. And again he ate his load from my ass and then kissed me with his cum filled mouth. He fucked and filled me a total of 4 times before he wrapped his arms around me and he told me how good my body felt pressed up against his. I was so content and blissful as we dozed off. At 3AM, we both woke up to the smoke alarm in my room "chirping". Seriously? I was able to stand on the bed and remove it from it's mounting, and unplug it from the wires. Ok, problem solved so we get back in bed and resume our spooning position. He's gently kissing the back of my neck, and I reach behind and stroke his thigh and hip. Within a couple of minutes he grabs my shoulders and puts me flat on my back and aggressively starts kissing me. He gets on top of me and I wrap my legs and arms around him and kiss him back. He then pushes my knees up and says "I gotta breed that hole again". Of course I don't argue at all, I just kiss him harder. He spits in his hand, rubs in on his dick, and shoves in balls deep in one stroke. Within a couple of minutes he was shooting his 5th load into me. We continue kissing and within 10 minutes he's fucking me again. He's working hard for this load, he's pumping my ass as hard and fast as he can. I had to put my hands above my had and push back against the headboard to keep me from being pushed up and away from him. But I was rewarded with a sixth load from him. This time he rolled off me onto his back, panting, saying "Ok, you win. You broke me". We laughed, kissed a little more, and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me. He'd planned on getting up at 6AM, so he could go home and get ready for work. But neither of us set an alarm and we didn't wake up until 7AM. I don't know if I would have gotten another load or two if we woke up on time, but he had to hurry and leave. Regardless, he's coming by again on Monday night when I return. You know, with him it's not about the fucking or the loads. I'd be happy to just kiss and fall asleep in his arms. But lucky for me, he needs to breed. And I'm happy to accommodate.

I'm currently 58. First sex at 14, in 1976. Did girls and guys through 3rd year of University - it was the late 70s and early 80s in NYC and anonymous gay sex was EASY to find all over town - I suppose especially if you're a blond teenager with a dancer's butt and gymnast body. With girls the sex had to have some "extra excitement" (location, attire, kink, 3-way) to keep my interest as I knew since 13 guys turned me on more. With guys I was vers from the beginning - it just seemed like why would I waste the opportunity to experience EVERY sex act I could from both sides of the equation - and I pretty much liked everything from either the top or the bottom... with a slight preference for top. At 17, hitting the Adonis and Show World and other gay porn theaters and ABS's, I discovered afternoons and evenings when I could fuck a bunch of guys, get sucked by some, suck a bunch of guys myself, and get fucked by a few and go home satisfied... for a day or so! The more the merrier was my theory... it would take me until I'd turned 18 to decide girls just didn't do it enough for me (since their bodies didn't turn me on much, I concentrated on seeing how many orgasms I could give them, starting with using my tongue to trace the letters of the alphabet on their clits and watch 'em start writhing... I was rather popular for that...) acknowledging that men just did it much more for me , and it wasn't fair to the ladies to pretend, so I stopped dating and pursuing females and focused exclusively on the males (with a few exceptions for 3-ways with married couples over the years). Good thing, as it turns out, sometime prior to 1985, I became HIV+. Please note that 36 years later, I am still here, and thank goodness, still healthy. That switched me to safe sex mode for a few years - still did the theaters and ABS and bathhouses and the Rambles and all, but with a sock on it. During that time, I bottomed less, as I have a bad reaction to most latex items, and though I could stand it on my cock, inside my ass latex is REALLY uncomfortable. In the late 90s, returned to raw/bareback with other HIV+ guys, and that's the way I play since - with the exception of the few Neg guys I play with (one of them is my husband of 31 years, who after 31 years with a POZ guy is still NEG). Barebacking and pnp parties have been a mainstay of my sexual activities since the 2000s started, and I'm back to versatility much more frequently. So, very long story short - apparently I realized I was an Optimal Slut back when I was 17 in the late 70s at the Adonis Theater and discovered that sex could be a smorgasbord of lots and lots of flavors and activities!

Jake spend the next few days luxuriating with clints body. Every inch of the boy seemed built to please a man, from his lush cocksucking lips to his firm tight ass. Jake took pleasure in teaching him how to service a man, but couldnt help but wonder if he had learned a few tricks from Seth. Clint seemed to gravitate toward worshipping Jakes heavy balls. the boy couldnt seem to resist licking and sucking them for what seemed like hours on end. Gradually Clint spent nearly a day learning to deep throat Jake, slowly inhaling the forbidden perfume of a small bottle of poppers as he gulped inch by inch, until finally his face was pressed firmly into Jakes groin. By sunset, Jake was casually fucking his cock into the boys gurgling throat as he dangled off the end of his bed, a pool of fresh poz precum glistening on his belly. Jake made sure to groan his encouragement as the warm seed in has balls made its way into Clints stomach. as dawn broke, Jake would rise to find Clint greedily swabbing his poz cock against his hot little hole until Jake gave in and with a gentle push, entered the boys body once again. Clint delighted in milking the poison cock cream from jake whenever the opportunity presented itself and by the afternoon, was practically a mess of seed drooling from his stretched cunt and smeared on his alabaster cheeks. As Jake flipped through channels triyng to find something on TV the tintinnabulation of a hot shower finally began. He had wondered if Clint would ever get one, or if he was turning into some sort of twink pig that lived off poz jizz and affection. As Jake settled into Oprah a cheerful rap came to the door, interrupting his thoughts of a cum glazed Clint and driving him to grudgingly tug on a pair of jeans. Pulling open the door and squinting at the bright noon sun, he sighed. It was Seth, and he looked infuriatingly chipper as always. "somebody told me..." Seth exclaimed, as he pushed his way past jake to launch his backpack onto the couch with a thump, "my handsome Jake has a new boyfriend!" Jake rolled his eyes. "Lucas dumped me." he mumbled, as he settled back into the couch and resumed flipping through channels. "well I say good for you. You know, Clint just thinks the world of you and that thick poz horsecock..." Seth tugged the snaps open on Jakes jeans and oblivious to his protests, shoved his hands in and began fondling and stroking the boys tool like it was his own. "there it is....And, jake, you cant tell me clint doesnt feel just perfect inside. I mean look at him, those hips, that perfect little ass, he was meant to ride cock! your cock." Seth alternated between throating and pumping as he worked Jake to full staff. As quick as he started, Seth hopped up and slid his shorts down. "come on man, I've already been dumped once today..." Jake protested as Seths undeniable libido once again took control of the conversation. "Thats why we're gonna be quiet as a mouse! nice and quick you know you missed me. just the head?" Seth nudged Jakes prick into place as he had done so many times before and watched jake sigh in resignation as Seths velvety hole worked its magic. "more jake more. You know how to do it....theres a boy, nice and deep in that poz pussy." Seth delighted as Jakes hands went around his hips and ffirmly planted his oozing cock into the nymphs sucking hole. jake moaned as Seth worked the cock inside him, perfectly stroking and milking him for the load he so greedily craved. "sshhh, quiet as a mouse baby...." Seth clasped his hand across Jakes mouth and rode the boy harder. "thats right jake feels so good doesnt it? cum in this poz pussy. give it up..." Seths encouraging whispers gave way to wide eyed panting as Jake grunted, pumping his load deep into seths body as the mischevous bottom just grinned from ear to ear. "oh thats a big hot load of jake juice isnt it baby, i feel it inside....such a big yummy poz load....." Reluctantly Seth slid off the boys wilting tool, tugged on his shorts, and went rifling through his bag. Jake collected himself momentarily as he tucked his slimy prick back into his jeans and laid his head back. staring at the ceiling, Jake knew Seth was right. For whatever his ex had going for him, nothing could compete with warm inviting poz boy butts. Stretching the definition, he was sure he could get away with calling the past few days of pumping Clint full of man seed a "Date" "ow damnit!" Jake jerked as he felt the pinprick on his shoulder followed by Jakes firm grip as he administered the contents of the point. "what is that...." he asked in rising panic, assuming some incredible fantasy-land cocktail from mikey no doubt. "relax horsecock, its Penicillin." Jake cringed confused as Seth finished up. "oh dang i should have asked first are you allergic? anyway dont forget who gave you that special gift." Seth gripped Jakes package, "I still have a few fun friends who want a ride on Jakes spicy sugar stick but youre just giving them the gift. Youre not santa claus." Seth gave jake a playful pat just as clint stepped out of the bathroom. "Chop Chop lollypop! we gotta get a move on!" Seth tugged Jake to his feet as he exchanged a confused glance at Clint. "Jake and I are helping some friends move! dont wait up we'll hook up later on tomorrow dont worry about it amigo!" seth chirped abruptlky as he ushered Jake to the car.

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

I met a guy named Keith at the gym. At 20, he was a bit younger than my age, but still we hit it off. He was built solid with a gorgeous chest and six inch cock (when soft) that grew to a full eight incher (or more) when hard. We had been dating for a few months when I finally gotten him to fuck me bare. At first he was hesitant, but one morning he woke up with a boner and just started rubbing it along my crack, getting me wet with his precum. He just kept pushing and soon his cock head was in me. I pushed back on him and slowly took more of his bare cock in me, and before long he was balls deep, sliding deep inside me. "Yeah, baby," I said, "I love your cock in me." "I'm afraid I'm gonna cum," he gasped. "Go ahead," I said, "I trust you. Load my ass with your cum." Keith pumped harder and soon unleashed his jizz deep inside me, groaning "Fuck! That was great." Needless to say, that was just the beginning, especially since Keith loved to spend the night, knowing he was going to unload in me in the morning. Sometimes he would fuck me at night too leaving his load in me for some morning fun. One morning after breeding me he said he needed to go in to the city to get some new clothing, and he asked if I wanted to go with him and of course I accepted the invitation. I love the city and it had been a while since I had been there. Once we arrived, Keith began circling looking for a cheap place to park. We were getting to the seedier part of town and passed an adult bookstore I had visited some years earlier, and out of the blue he asked "Ever been to one of those?" "Of course. You haven't?" "Nah. I was always too nervous to go in." "They can be a lot of fun if the right guys show up. Of course, sometimes there are a lot of trolls but when you're horny enough.........." and I just laughed. "Let's do it," he suggested. "Now?" I asked, adding "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I want to see what it's like and you can show me the ropes." He found a parking spot nearby and soon we were inside. I paid for both of us and we went straight in to the arcade. I knew that familiar darkness and the smell of cum. He took my hand and we walked the hallway until our eyes adjusted. It appeared only three booths were occupied. I knew what was probably going on in them so I told Keith to look through one of the glory holes, and upon doing so he looked back at me, smiled, and whispered "There's a naked guy in there." "Nice," I said, "let me see." He got up and I took his place at the glory hole. I slid a finger to the hole hoping to get a taste of the cock on the other wide of the wall, and sure enough, the guy in the booth saw me and slid his cock through the hole. As the cock head came through I licked at the tip with my tongue. "Fuck," Keith remarked, urging me "Suck him." As the cock came fully through the hole I took it I my mouth, looking up at Keith as I sucked the stranger's cock. Keith was apparently fully turned-on, as he began groped himself through his jeans, so I asked "You want me to suck you too?" Wordlessly he pulled his eight inch cock out of his jeans and crowded into the booth with me so I could alternate between the two cocks, occasionally slapping the two of them against one another, just for some variety. I would have taken them both at the same time but the angle was bad so I would suck one, then the other, going back and forth, savoring them both. Soon the cock through the glory hole shot a big load of cum in my mouth. I opened my mouth to show Keith the load I had just taken and he said,"Swallow." "I'll do anything you want," I said and gulped the white jizz down my throat. "Oooh, what a slut you are," he said, adding "I want to see you get fucked in here." "If that's what you want," I said. "I told you I would do anything you wanted." "Let's check out another booth," he said. We went in to another booth next to an occupied one. Keith looked through the glory hole and pushed my head down to it. I saw a guy was stroking his cock so I just put my open mouth to the hole. The guy wasted no time filing my mouth with his hard cock. Keith had me stand up while bent over so he could get to my pants buckle. He unbuckled and unzipped me and pulled my pants down, exposing my butt. His cum was still in me from our morning fuck and he started rubbing his cock against my wet hole, grunting "Oh, baby, I'm going to fuck you right here." He pushed in to me and began fucking my cunt. He hadn't shut the door to the booth so anyone walking by could see his bare cock pounding me. After a few strokes he withdrew and instructed me to turn-around. I did as I was told and he pushed my head down to his cock, making me suck his cock that had just been fucking me. He reached around and stroked the cock through the glory hole. He pushed me back a little so the guy's cock head was against my hole. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked. "Yeah, sure," he said as he rubbed the cock against my hole. He took the guy's cock in his hand and guided it in to my used pussy, coaxingly suggesting "Let him fuck you, baby." I pushed all the way on to the cock and started working it deep inside me. I pumped my butt faster as I sucked Keith's cock. The guy was now fucking full steam, so I knew he was going to unload in me soon. I considered pulling away, but decided I wanted that stranger's cum, so instead I pushed hard against the glory hole and could tell he had unloaded inside me. "Let me see," demanded Keith. I pulled off the guy's cock and turned around. Keith spread my ass cheeks and slipped a couple fingers in to me, then taking a load of cum from my ass and feeding it to me, saying "Eat that cum, baby. I know you love it." "Mmmmm," I moaned, sucking Keith's cum covered fingers until he told me to get up. "I want you naked," he said. "Here? Are you going to close the door?" "Fuck no. Get naked. You said you would do anything I wanted." I couldn't argue with that. I took off my shirt, then my shoes, then pulled my pants off of me. I stood there completely naked with the booth door wide open. A couple guys had shown up and watched as Keith directed me in to the hall where he remarked "Show these guys your used pussy." I leaned against the wall and reached down and spread my ass cheeks exposing my hole, and pushed some cum out. A big dollop dripped down my leg, which led one of the guys to say "That's fucking hot!" "You can have him too if you want," offered Keith. "I'm not sure," replied the guy. "Well, then I'm fucking him," and Keith slipped his cock in to me right there. He pumped my butt while the two guys watched, then started playing with me. Soon they both had their cocks out. Keith pushed my head down on them and made me suck one, then the other while he fucked me. He finally pulled out and turned me around. I sucked his cock and then felt another cock enter my man cunt. The two guys were tag teaming me right there in the hall. "You know he wants your loads," said Keith. My hole was getting pounded by one, then the other, until one of the guys shot his cum up my hole as Keith urged "That's it baby, take that cum. What a fucking slut. Taking stranger's loads." The other guy started fucking me when Keith pushed me on to the floor so the guy had to fuck me doggy. I was on my hands and knees, taking another cock up my ass. He pounded hard when I realized there were more guys there watching. Again Keith offered my services, saying "You can all have a turn if you want," and then turning to me asked "Would you like that, baby?" "Fuck yeah. I want to be a cumpig. I need cum all over me and inside me. You guys can breed me in my ass or mouth or just cum on me. I just need your cum wherever you want to put it." A couple of the guys pulled out their cocks and began stroking by my face. The guy fucking me yelled out that he was cumming and pulled out to shoot his cum all over my hole before Keith made him push it back in to me. "Fucking breed him," he said. He pumped me a few more strokes but there was another guy behind me now. I felt him slide in to me and he pushed me flat on the floor. I could feel his full body against me as he fucked and I realized he had gotten naked too. It was so awesome getting fucked while guys stroked their cocks and Keith watched. Keith told me to look up and smile. I did as I was told and realized he had his camera out, recording me getting fucked and bred. As he snapped away, he suggested "Tell me how much you love this." "I love it," I said. "What do you love?" "I love getting fucked by strangers. I love that you are filming me. I love that you are letting me take bare cocks. I love that you are whoring me out to all these guys." Suddenly, one of the guys over me shot his load all over my face. A huge glob of white cum dripped from my forehead down my cheek. I pushed my tongue out to try to catch some of it in my mouth. The guy fucking me rubbed it over my face then pulled out of me and flipped me over. He had me on my back on the dirty floor. He got on top of me and pulled my legs up, as he pushed his cock back in to me announcing "I'm gonna breed your butt right here on the floor." "Fill him up," answered Keith approvingly. I looked up and saw that Keith had gotten naked too. One of the guys was sucking his cock and I knew I was going to get his load too. The guy fucking me pumped harder and then pushed in and held still. I could feel his throbbing cock as he unloaded up my hole. "Fuck, you are a total whore," he said. "Yeah, but he's my whore," said Keith as he pulled me up off the floor. He bent me over and slid his cock in to my cum filled cunt. "Oh, baby. This is too fucking hot! I'm going to want to do this again and again." "Whatever you want, I'll do," I said. Keith pumped harder and soon yelled out, "Here it comes, baby, your last load of the day!" as he unloaded his cum inside me. I shot my load all over the floor after he pulled out and the other guys watched as we got dressed. I had cum still leaking from my cock and my ass. I smelled like a whore after we left but Keith still had to go shopping. I was a little embarrassed to be like that in public but as I had told Keith, "I'll do whatever you want."

I had something similar happen to me when I was looking for an apartment. Once I moved in my landlord found me on grinder. One month when I told him that I was going to be late with the rent he looked at me with a smirk and said well there are other ways to make up for your short comings you dirty little faggot whore. He ordered for me to dress up for him, when I came out he was naked stroking his beer can thick 10-11” cock. My mouth dropped and shouted holy fuckkkkk. He smiled and ordered me to worship it with my mouth. He skull fucked me till I had tears running down my face. He then flipped me over, forcefully spreading my legs and buried that monster raw deep inside me. He verbally degraded me, teaching my place as he fucked me deep and hard without remorse not stopping despite my crying, screaming and moaning. After he blew this huge thick load he had me suck his cock clean. As he got dressed he smiled and said you know you loved it, that’s what faggots like you are for, from now on you belong to me. As I laid there a hot mess questioning my morals I replied yassss Daddy, I smiled said thank you and told him you can have it anytime you desire. He laughed and told me that oh I know and I will don’t you worry about that. The next day he marked my body with disgusting slurs and raped my hole again for hours putting numerous loads in me, that following weekend he whored me out at a park n ride then raped me when we got home. I can honestly say that as fucked up as it was, it was very fulfilling and satisfying. The biggest turn on was that his family had no idea about any of it. I loved how he just came in and took it. After a few weeks I could take his monster Daddy cock with ease and just spit. I loved dressing up for him swallowing his cock, his loads and having my hole flooded with his seed, moaning like a whore in heat, telling him to fuck me harder, to rape my cunt, own me, that I’m his property, and how good his cock felt.

It was 1990. My wife , two young boys and I were living in Dartmouth Nova Scotia. The wife and kids had flown home to Ontario to spend a week with her folks. I had to work; and, besides, there was lots to do with our first home. It was a fixer upper priced perfectly for first time buyers with a young family. I was working the midnight shift that week which gave me lots of daylight hours to get repairs done on the house. I had always slept in the nude, but with the house empty and sweltering heat I quickly got in the habit of not dressing while indoors. After two days of this I almost forgot to pull shorts on to do jobs in the yard and on the exterior of the house. Day three was very productive. I painted the entire back porch inside and out. I worked like a trojan and sweat like a pig. It made for a very long work day so I was exhausted. As I sat on the kids swing sipping an ice cold beer admiring my handiwork I decided I was to hot and tired to cook. I went inside, dropped out of my shorts and ordered a pizza to be delivered. I headed upstairs for what I planned to be a quick shower. The just warm water felt great sluesing over my body so I lingered rinsing longer than usual. It felt great rubbing my sore muscles when I soapped down so I lingered some more. When I was soaping my ass and genitals my body remembered it had not been pleasured for a few days. My cock responded and I thought; 'No one is home. I'm in no rush. Just enjoy Todd.' I was stroking away when I heard the doorbell over the shower spray. 'Damn, the pizza.' I turned off the water sprinting for the top of the stairs and at the first step remembered I was naked. I ran back to grab a towel and was halfway down the stairs when I took time to wrap it around myself. I had forgotten the front door was open so the pizza boy had a clear view through the screen door to the top of the stairs. I was 27 at the time. Six feet tall, skinny 145 pounds, a tan skinned, dark haired otter. I was no gym bunny but attractive enough. The cock he'd seen was at it's full eight inch erectness and an unavoidable bulge under the small white towel. He appeared to be about 18. One of those guys that won the gean lottery. Classic good looks captain of whatever sport team. Natural muscular body which filled out his delivery uniform of tan shorts and button down shirt. He had one extra button undone than I suspected was accepted which showed off a promising start to a blonde hairy chest. In fact as I opened the screen door he was seductively freeing another button and reaching in to tweak his nipple. Although I had never done anything with a guy my dick was stirring threatening to dislodge from my towel. I remembered the time a few years ago when a handsome young guy had joined our line at work. I was attracted to him from the beginning and we hit it off well. I was confused as by the end of the week working closely together I realized I was infatuated with him. When his girlfriend picked him up from the bar after our last work day I realized I was insanely jealous. I had never acted on those feelings and thought I had completely put them out of my mind until this moment. My towel was loosening and about to fall off when I remembered my wallet was in the kitchen. I invited the young man to step inside and excused myself. When I turned from finding the wallet I realized he had followed me and was standing by the fridge. His shirt tails were out and the front was open framing his natural peach fuzzed six pack. The words were out of my mouth before I even thought; "Do you want a beer? It's one hell of a hot day. " "Sure. Mind if I get out of this sweaty shirt?" "Not at all." I nervously responded. His shirt hit the floor and he kicked off his sneakers. He looked to me for approval before undoing and slipping out of his shorts. He stood there in our kitchen in nothing but a white jock strap as I handed him a beer. "Shit kid, are you even of legal drinking age?" "Just barely " he smiled. "Turned 18 day before yesterday. You won't be my first, but you won't be breaking the law." With that we toasted clinking our bottles. After gulping down a deep long draft he reached his free hand behind my head and pulled me in for a long passionate kiss. I don't know which of us undid it but my towel had now joined his shirt and shorts. He was holding my rock hard dick and his cock head was peaking over the band of his jock. Damn he'd won every category of gean pool roulette. Even his cock was an ideal nine inches just on the thick side. I knew 'cause I'd dropped to my knees, released him from the jock and was choking on it. Again before giving any thought. He must have put his beer down because both hands took the back of my head as he proceeded to face fuck me for about ten strokes. Then he pulled me up, spun me and leaned me against the counter; "Damn man, that's nice but I gotta get back to my deliveries. Let me finish yours!" Exasperated and confused I blurted; "Fuck me!" "That's my plan. " "No! No, I've never done this. Fuck ... um ... you'll need a condom." "I don't have one. You got any in this kitchen?" "No. Upstairs, I'll go get one." "Don't have time man. Besides my cock has never seen one. Raw or I walk." He took a big slug of beer, bent down and blew it up my ass hole. When he stood I found myself guiding his naked cock up my virgin hole. It hurt like fuckin hell and he couldn't help but notice. "Want me to stop man?" "No! Just give me a minute. It hurts for sure, but a good hurt. I love it. " "Knew you would!" With that he started pumping. My ass was now on fire with pain and pleasure. Soon his fist was stroking my cock in sync with his cock pistonning my ass. I was just about to ask him not to cum in me when his strong hand pushed me over the edge. I sprayed the cabinet door in front of me. My ass convulsions triggered him and I realized not only was he popping my virgin cherry hole but he was seeding me as well. 'Fuck, what had I just allowed! But damn, it felt so fuckin good!" He was quickly dressed and I paid him. As he was headed to let himself out he called back; "You home tomorrow? You better be 'cause I'm coming by well before my work. We'll have more time to initiate you more into man on man sex." And he was gone. I ate the pizza and downed five more beer. I'd be tipsy for my midnight shift but Steve was driving tonight so I could manage. I just needed to numb out a bit rather than face the full reality of what I had just done, let alone think about tomorrow. Ì

My Boy’s Tight Hole Made Me Cum Too Soon When we first started dating, my boy and I played safe with each other, me almost always topping his amazing ass. We were casually seeing a few other guys, sometimes together in hot threeways and fourways. We somehow got less sexually adventurous as we got more serious. We stopped seeing other people and started playing bareback exclusively with each other. Initially, I’d pull out to cum, but after a while, he begged for my load. He really has an incredible ass, plump and round, with a hairy hole hidden deep between the clefts of his cheeks. He liked to show off his hairy crack, and it always turned me on when he used his hands to spread his cheeks wide. The experiences he’d had with other tops taught him a lot of amazing tricks. I couldn’t help but brag to several friends about what a hot bottom my boy was, especially now that we were exclusive and playing raw. That intense hot sex lasted for months. We fucked multiple times a week, me topping him raw and loving it, nearly always cumming inside him, but sometimes pulling out to cum on his hairy hole. I love lapping my load up and tonguing it inside him. Lately though, I noticed a few changes. We used to fuck practically daily, but now it was more like once a week. Regardless, the sex was still much better than most guys could ever hope for. However, I’d noticed that when I’d get inside his hole, I’d cum way too soon for either of our liking. It was as if my cock alone and less frequent fucking had gotten his hole too tight for its own good! When my boy was seeing other people, he regularly got stretched out by a few fuck buddies. Back then, I was also regularly wearing condoms. Dulling sensation always made me last longer, keeping me from feeling just how amazing his raw silky his hole truly is. One night after a sweaty session, I fingered my boy’s hole, slick with of my own fresh load, shot too quickly. We bluntly discussed his raw tight hole getting me off sooner than either of us would have liked. He told me he might have a solution, and he’d ask Brad, a buddy at work for advice. Brad and my boy had fucked regularly before we got serious. I knew he had a thick nine-inch monster dick from a very hot, safe, threeway we’d had a few years ago. We took turns pounding my boy into the mattress, and he loved it. Brad was one of the guys who convinced him to fuck with condoms especially if he was going to regularly get dicked by multiple guys. Although we’d never discussed it, I had seen Brad’s scorpion tattoo near his groin, and I suspected he was POZ. In fact, it turned me on sharing my boy’s hole, even safely, with this sexy hung guy. As hot as one safe cock stretching out my boy was, it was super sexy when he and his partner, Jim, had taken their turn my boy’s hole. Sadly, I’d missed out on that session, but heard that they, safely, used him very well that night. I asked my boy what Brad advised, and he had suggested a three-pronged approach: 1.) Have me wear a condom to fuck my boy to lessen how good his hole made me feel 2.) Get him regularly fucked my a hung guy, or guys, who could keep his hole cored out and loose. 3.) Getting me fucked by a few hung tops so my boy could use my own stretched-out ass too, taking the pressure off me from being the only top. To be continued…

I sucked off my father and older brother for a number of years, before dad got sober, found Jesus, and felt guilt about having sex with me even though I seduced him and took every opportunity to lick and suck on his body while he was past out drunk. I was young when I first started to notice my dad and his cock. I started to nurse on his cock and lick his balls when he was passed out drunk. I was pretty young, when he caught me. I was in 6th grade roughly between 11 - 12 years old when I started this and 13 when he caught me. I was scared when he caught me. I made up an excuse that I saw him starting to leak and I thought he was going to piss on the couch so I was acting fast to make such he did not piss all over it. After he caught me, most of the time he just used me as his cocksucker and urinal. At first it was only when he was drunk, but back then he was drunk every day. I remember him bareback fucking me when I was 15. He told me my ass was going to replace the pussy he was no longer getting, and it did. He told me I took his cock better than my mother and I was better than her because unlike her I did not complain about him being rough, and actually demanded him to fuck me harder and rougher. (Once again, I sensed he enjoyed throwing me a rough fuck, and I just desired to please and pleasure him). I wanted him to love me and make love to me, and when we were having sex I convinced myself he did. However, for him, it was just sex. The rougher he fucked me, the more submissive I became. I did not want him to consider me a whining bitch and find someone else. I wanted him to use me more. However, the more submissive I become the angrier he became. He looked down upon me because he did not like the idea of having a faggot cock sucking, piss drinking, cum dump for a son. Like many straight men, my father and older brother did not view themselves as gay or bisexual. They viewed themselves as straight men because they took the active role is fucking my face and ass. I was the faggot, or homo because not only was I taking their cocks and cum, I enjoyed it and wanted it more. I remember one hot session when I was being spit-roasted by my dad and brother, and they made me cum hands free at the same time they both had cum. They high-fived one another because not only did they both came at the same time, but they made me orgasm like a cunt. That is about the time they started called me Cunt. My brother was almost 18, my father was 37 and I was 16 when they knew they turned me into a cock loving, cum dump, urinal. I love being used by men and being able to get them hard and cum in me. It brought me great satisfaction knowing they were pumping their loads into me instead of wasting it by masturbating, or giving it to their wives or girlfriends. While my dad and older brother never became lovers like I wanted, they did train me pretty well to submit to rough ass and throat fucking, and to take men's fluids (piss, spit, and cum) as the gifts they are.

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A solid mild straight guy who likes my boy body a little more than "straight" permits. Hung like a horse and he tells me he s the smallest in the family. I want to fuck this mans whole family. Every brother, uncle, all their fathers and their fathers father. Every big monster cock I want it. Especially as good as he fucks my shit up. Orgasms dont satisfy me. It has to hurt by the time you dump your load. You know that deep, deep spot. Beat that shit turn it inside out and leave it battered and bruised. Just plaster it with that hot healing jizz. Thats what he does to my shit. And he cums back to back. And he'll back for seconds in an hour. Round 2 is always better. I love my nasty life.

For me, there's nothing hotter than knowing the cock I'm sucking and load I'm swallowing normally goes into a pussy. Love when I'm doing a guy who's wife won't swallow... I'm happy to do her duty.

Part 2 It was another lovey day and I spent the whole day out walking again. I kept thinking about what a hot night it had been! It was another hot day so I spent most of it walking with my top off, as did the other hot guys I passed every now and then on the paths. I was so horny by the time I got back to the campsite at about 7pm. As I unzipped my tent I noticed a note had been slipped under the door flap. It read "Hey sexy! Loved breeding that hot hole of yours last night. Been telling my mates about it all day and they all want to know what the fuss is about. Make sure your ready to be used once the sun goes down. P.S. Don't wash, we like our cumdumps nice and sweaty". I was instantly hard and I couldn't wait for the sun to set! As the sun went down I laid my sleeping bag out, got naked and lay there in the warm summer air waiting. My heart was pounding and I was hard and dripping precum in anticipation of the fucking I was going to get. After waiting about half an hour I heard rustling outside and then the zip started to move. Before he got inside I was able to glimpse his body in the light of the moon for a moment. He was a slim, white guy with very little body hair and was just wearing boxers. His was already hard and the outline looked about 7inches long but not too thick. Once he crawled into the tent and zipped the door behind him it was completely dark again and I couldn't see a thing. "Get on all 4s and let me get a taste of this amazing arse of yours then" he said. I did as I was told and he was tonguing my hole in a matter of seconds! He started by lapping at it and stopped after a short while to say "you still taste of cum, you little slut!". Then he started to spitting big wads on my hole and fucking it in with his tongue. I was loving it! It wasn't long before he stopped rimming and I felt him press his bell-end against my hole. He was really slow and gentle to start, just pushing a few centimeters in and then pulling out. With each thrust he went a little bit deeper, until eventually I could feel his balls resting against my taint. Then he pulled almost all the way out and then back in, balls deep and let out a low groan. It felt incredible and rather than wait for him to go again, I started rocking backwards and forwards, fucking myself on his long dick. He loved this and grabbed hold of my hips, guiding me back and forwards, up and down his shaft. After a while he took control again and started fucking me faster, until he rammed in me and I felt him spasm as he shot his load in my guts! After a couple of convulsions he pulled out and I turned round quickly so as not to miss the opportunity to suck his cock clean! He tasted amazing, all cum and ass juices! Once he was clean, he gave me a quick spank on the arse and pulled his pants on, before leaving the tent. It was a minute or so before the next guy came by. He was an Indian guy, furry all over and already completely naked with a short but thick uncut dick sticking straight out in front of him. He told me he wanted me to ride him, so he lay down and I straddled him. I was pretty loose and lubed up with the first guys cum so I slid down onto his cock pretty easily. I thought he was going to want me to take control but he started going at my arse like a jack rabbit! I held onto his chest hair to keep from falling off him and he gave me a really hard pounding. He was pretty quick to cum, but he didn't even stop fucking, not until he'd pumped his second load into me. He told me to climb off him and lay on my back so he could finger fuck me with the three loads now sloshing about in my hole. When he was done he pulled his fingers out and made me lick them clean. I felt like such a slut, holding his wrist so he couldn't pull away and sucking on his fingers like I was a nursing baby! After he left me, I fingered myself for a minute whilst I waited for his friend. Their cum tasted amazing! As the third guy came in he said with a big grin "hey! I hope you're not eating all my lube!". I have him a cheeky grin and offered him my fingers to lick, which he did. "Fucking yum!" he said. He wasted no time pushing my legs back against my chest and lining up his rock hard cock against my hole. They guy was really well built and really hair and his cock was about 8 inches and really thick. Even though I had been well opened up by the first two guys, he had to tell me to breath and relax so I could take him. Once he'd eased his way in though and kept still for a minute I gave him a nod and he started to fuck my cummy hole. I could feel the previous loads escaping past his dick and dripping down my ass crack onto my sleeping bag. He got a rhythm going and fucked me for ages before planting his seed deep inside me. Before he left the tent he let me suck his now soft cock clean of cum and whispered "Steve was right, you're a great little slut!". I was starting to feel sore but I desperately wanted more cum in my arse! Within seconds there was another man in my tent. "on your belly whore" he said and I did as I was told. I didn't really see him at all and he wasted no time stuffing his hard dick in my sloppy hole. I knew as soon as it started that this wasn't going to be a long fuck. He pinned my arms to the ground and fucked me really hard and fast! I was struggling to take it and although I was trying really hard to be quiet so as not to wake any of the other tents I couldn't help moaning each time he piled into me. As I thought, it didn't take long for him to unload in me and he was gone without a word. I lay there, a bit in shock for a few minutes before I heard a familiar voice. It was the guy from last night, who'd I'd just learnt was called Steve. "God, they've made a right mess of you, haven't they!" he said with a chuckle. "Lie on your back and pull your legs back so I can get a good view of your cumdump hole". I did as I was told and showed off my battered boy pussy. He wasted no time getting his tongue in there! It felt so nice, especially after the pounding I had just taken. He was really gentle with his tongue. "Push some out for me" he said, as he stuck his tongue out ready to catch it. I farted out a nice big load of mixed up cum onto his waiting tongue. He crawled up next me and kissed me with it. We passed it backwards and forwards for a while and he told me to lie on my side again, just like I had the night before. He pushed his big fat cock inside me and fucked my slowly and gently. I think the feel of all of his mates' loads lubing my hole was too much, 'cause he came within minutes. He stayed inside me and cuddled me as we fell asleep. I woke up alone again in the morning to my tent stinking of cum! I was knackered and my whole was ruined but I felt amazing!

Chapter 4: One of the guys that had been watching moved forward, pulling his dick out and yanking my head up by my hair. Without even asking, he immediately took control of me, jamming his dick down my throat. I gagged, not at the size or penetration, but with taste and odor. He laughed and said, “I haven’t been able to shower in a couple days.” He proceeded to fuck my throat before pulling out and shooting his load all over my face. He targeted my eyes and as he was slowing down, put the head right at my nostril and shot up my nose. As I was choking on the cum in my nose, he pulled back and began pissing, spraying my face before shoving in my mouth and ordering me to drink. This led to the other two guys walking, and almost immediately, simultaneously shooting loads on my face and hair. When the guy in my mouth was done, each of the other two pissed down my throat. This was too much and after they were done, I collapsed on the ground. I felt my head get pulled up again, still covered in cum and piss. Sir was staring at me, smirking, and unloaded all of his piss straight in my face. Without direction, I opened my mouth and swallowed what I could. “Thank you Sir,” was all I could mutter before I again collapsed. “Wake up faggot. You’re not done.” “Please Sir, I...” A kick to the base of the buttplug in my cunt sent pain all through more, causing me to gasp in pain and look up at Sir. “Didn’t I warn you? I only warn once; if you’re too stupid to remember the words, maybe the pain will help. Again, and harder.” Another kick, harder as ordered, sent more pain, and pleasure, through me. Without any words, I began to move, slowly, to a standing position. “Walk, to the white van. Get in the back and cuff your right ankle and left wrist.” In extreme pain, I did as ordered. After the cuffs were attached, Jose attached the remaining two and a strap around my waist, and then pressed a button. I was simultaneously spread as wide as possible, and lifted into a kneeling position. I was now face down and ass up in the back of a van. A mask, with only a nose and mouth hole was placed over my head. “Next stop, Springs Mission. Some of the homeless guys, who know you, are ready to get some revenge.” I heard the doors close and the engine start up. After what seemed like an hour, but was likely 20 minutes, the van came to a stop. I heard the back doors open, and Sir call out, “he’s here.” A moment later, I heard a new voice, which was familiar, say, “Fuck, I thought you were lying.” Sir laughed, “I don’t lie to my workers. Now get to it, he’s got a few other friends waiting.” I felt the buttplug get pulled back, and then shoved back in a few times. Without warning, it was pulled out and there was some pressure, but I groaned in pleasure. I felt another rock being pushed in my cunt and moaned as it began the burn. I then felt a cock start pounding by in and out of my hole. “Dammit Johnson, I wanted to fuck you from the day your arrogant ass showed up in my Pod. I knew you were a fag right away, but I never imagined you’d be this much of a faggot, with this loose a cunt.” I recognized the voice and realized I was getting fucked by one of the former inmates. “No, please stop. This isn’t what I wanted.” The fucking increased and i felt the inner hole again be opened. “Again faggot, what makes you think you have any say?” I heard the voice of the inmate say, “The bitch is too loose. I can’t feel anything.” Sir said, “Give us a minute. Use his mouth while we get him prepared. A moment later, my mouth was again filled with a cock covered in cum. I felt the cuffs on my wrists and ankles be removed from the floor of the van and reattached, connecting my wrists to the opposite ankle. This forced the cock out of my mouth as I was then lifted about a foot of the floor, my face getting pressed into the ceiling. “Give me the biggest one and lube it up.” About 20 seconds later, I heard the gasp of my former client, and then a nasty laugh before he said, “I’ll feel him now.” I felt what I realized was a dildo, being maneuvered under my lifted ass. I felt the head against my hole and immediately tried to shove down to get it in me. I heard the motor of the lifter start and without warning, the mechanism holding me up was released. I felt the pain of being dropped full speed down this huge rubber cock. It stretched me wide and then forced my inner hole open as I came down on the big rubber balls. Twice more this happened and by the third time, the monster had no trouble breaking into my deep hole. I could only moan and groan as this happened. “Alright get next to the dildo. Face him or behind him, your choice.” I felt movement as I was again lifted to the top of the van. “You know who I am don’t you faggot?” “Yes, Sir I do.” “Say my name faggot.” “Eric Houston, Sir.” “That’s right faggot. And what do you want from me?” “I need you to fuck me. I need your cock in me and your cum.” “What about my cock? Why do you need it? Where do you need it? Worthless faggot.” I screamed out as the pain of him slapping my balls radiated through me. Between tears, I begged him, knowing what he wanted to hear. “Please, I need your black cock deep in my white cunt. I don’t deserve it, but I need it.” He laughed, “All you white faggots want this cock. I want to see his face as it happens; can the mask come off?” Sir said, “You want it, you do it.” “Look down faggot.” I felt hands at my neck and the mask came off. It took a minute to focus my eyes, but when I did, I was looking into the face of an ex-inmate. I then caught sight of what was about to happen. Below me were two huge cocks: on throbbing, black dick; the other a massive white dildo. The real dick was about 9” long, but short compared to the 12” dildo. Each was about the circumference of a beer can. This was going to hurt. BAD. “You ready for this faggot? I am.” I started to shake my head, but froze at the sound of the motor of the lifter start up. “Jose, lube them up. All of them.” Eric smirked and laughed as he said, “Yeah, Jose be a good bitch and lube his cunt up. Then look me in the eyes as you lube my cock up. I always knew you were a bitch for cock.” I saw the look on Jose’s face as he rubbed a thick substance on my hole and push it in. He was not enjoying this anymore and looked defeated. “Yes, Mr. Houston.” A smile spread across Eric’s face, “Yes, what?” “I’m a bitch... for... cock” He applied a generous amount of lube to the dildo and then to Eric’s cock. I could swear that he spent extra time rubbing the black dick. “That’s enough you two.” Sir asked, “You ready faggot? You need more?” I looked back at Sir and said, “Please. More.” Sir asked, “I think you need the next level.” I wasn’t sure what he meant until I saw the alcohol wipe as he moved toward my arm. “Sir, is that...?” “You know what it is. Beg for it.” I hesitated briefly, remembering the stories I had jerked off to dozens of times. I knew what it was. “Please Sir, slam me. Give it to me. I need it.” He stepped forward, wiped my arm and uncapped the needle. I watched every move, shivering in anticipation. “You might want to turn away boy; you can watch the video later.” I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “No thank you Sir.” He smiled and said, “That’s my boy.” I watched intently as the needle was pressed against my arm, touching a throbbing vein. He held it there until I begged, “Please Master. “ The needle caused a brief pain as it punctured my vein and slid in. I was enthralled as he pulled the plunger back and the clear liquid became red with my blood. “Last chance.” I looked at him and said, “No regrets.” The plunger pushed in, and I felt it immediately. The meth rocketed up my arm, into my chest. I lost the ability to breathe for a few seconds and then the cough came: 3 deep coughs. Within a second the meth moved, rocketing straight to my cunt. “Oh god. Please. Fuck me. Hard.” The riser was gently released and I started to slide down. My hole was on fire as the huge dildo entered my burning cunt. The descent continued until Eric’s big dick head was reached. I plead for it, “Get it in me. Give me that second dick.” I tried pushing down, but was under the control of the riser. Eric’s cock head stretched my cunt, trying to push in alongside the dildo. My cunt resisted, while simultaneously craving the destruction. I looked at Sir and pleaded, “Do whatever it takes. Please.” Sir smiled and said, “Drop him.” I heard the button get pressed and the mechanism released its control on me. I had no choice. My cunt had no choice. Gravity always wins. As my body was released, my full weight came down on Eric’s cock head. For a split second I was motionless, the head of his cock holding me up. And then I felt it. My hole stretched and tore as a second cock entered my cunt for the first time. With all the lube, my body weight and gravity, I was sliding further and further down, feeling my hole continue to stretch and my cunt open up to the two huge cocks. I groaned, “Oh, fuck, it hurts. It feels so good.” Eric couldn’t say a word other than to moan as he watched my cunt open and swallow his cock and shove it against the dildo. As I hit bottom, balls deep on both cocks, I begged, “Again. Rape my ass you fuckers.” I started bouncing up and down, but couldn’t move much. Then the mechanism raised me up, moving me high up before slamming me back down. This went on for several minutes, including several complete removals and drops over both cocks. Eric began to groan and cried out, “Take my load faggot. Take it all.” With one final drop, he blasted deep in my hole. Shooting several times. He groaned and smiled, “That was hot.” I wasn’t done; I needed more. “Mister Houston, Sir? Are you done?” He smiled and said, “You quitting faggot? Cause I can go more.” I looked him in his eyes, “Again.” I looked at Sir Y, spun out of my mind, and said, “Please?” I was trying to get years of fantasy filled in one day. Sir Y shook his head, smiled, and replied, “You sure? If so, it’s going to have to go further...”

Been a long time reader, but first time poster. This story so inspired me, I got this tattoo yesterday.

Chapter II. We played the next couple of days more than we had in a while, and each time, I bagged up and lasted longer. It was like our former passionate fuckfests were back again. It felt like his hole was looser than it had been in a while too. We fucked daily, and I shot big loads nightly into those condoms. I even got a dildo, a good three inches longer than my cock, and I worked it in his hole before fucking him. He was steadily getting looser. Towards the end of the week, I asked if he was going to see about getting some hung dick to open him up more than the dildo could. He blushed and confessed that Brad had been fucking him every day over their lunch break. I ate his ass and worked the new dildo into his hole as he told me about his weekday sessions. My boy’s story was so hot that I put on a condom, and slid inside, slowly fucking him so as not to cum too soon. My boy told me that during lunch on Monday, Brad had bent him over his desk and pulled his pants down. He was so hot to fuck my boy again that he didn’t even fully undress! In fact, he was in such a hurry that he nearly forgot to put on a condom. My boy had to remind him that he was there to get his hole stretched, not to take loads. My boy continued his story as I played with his hole. I loved how loose he stretched-out hole felt on my bagged-up cock. I’d work a finger inside my boy along my dick as he went on. My boy moaned as he described Tuesday’s session. Brad railed him in the warehouse, safely wrapped with an XL rubber. Another worker stumbled on them and watched the whole thing. After Brad pulled out, the worker asked if he could join in their next lunchtime session. I recognized the name of the warehouse worker, Adam, as being one of the foremen, and I knew he was tall and muscular from seeing him at holiday parties. That Wednesday, Adam watched as Brad lubed my boy up and fucked him, safely. Adam got close and held my boy’s cheeks apart for Brad to fuck. When Brad came in the condom, Adam pulled it off and drizzled his POZ seed into my boy’s opened hole, and slid in raw, lubed up with Brad’s cum as fucked it into my boy, filling him with his own seed. He inseminated my boy. After that, they decided that condoms wouldn’t be needed again. That night, I’d fucked their loads deeper into my boy’s guts without knowing it. My boy told me that he felt safe taking loads, with me rubbered-up it wasn’t like he was putting me at risk. His slimy stretched out pussy felt amazing, even through my condom. Brad and Adam repeated the rawfucking feat on Thursday, skipping condoms altogether, both Brad and Adam breeding him after taking turns coring out my boy’s recently tight hole. And now, Thursday night, here I was churning those loads in my boy’s guts with my own safe cock. I couldn’t help but shoot a huge load into the rubber reservoir. My boy poured my cum into his gooey hole and fingered himself, suggested I visit for some extra special lunchtime activities. I made sure to clear my schedule for the following afternoon. On Friday, Brad’s partner visited to bring lunch. I’d hadn’t met Jim before, but had heard he was just as hung as Brad. As he shook my hand, I shuddered when I saw the red biohazard tattoo back of his right hand. I knew Jim was just as POZ as his partner. My boy had reserved the conference room, and Jim had brought along some toys. Adam stripped my boy down and handed me a box of condoms with a wink, saying, ‘These are just for you.’ Brad bent my boy over the table as Jim lubed up an obscenely big dildo. He worked in into my boy’s hole as Adam kept his cheeks spread wide. I couldn’t help but jerk off, seeing these three guys open up my boy, his hairy pussy on display for us all to see. Brad smiled at me explaining, ‘We big guys want to last a few minutes too.’ Stretching him out helped them enjoy their bare fucks longer before getting their nut too. Brad went first. It was so hot seeing his beercan-thick cock spread my boy’s hole wide. I loved seeing Jim’s tattooed hand holding and caressing his man’s balls as they slammed into my boy. When Brad came, he came deep. Brad planted his seed so deep inside that none poured out when he pulled back. Jim took his place and took his time. He started with my boy in the same position, face down bent over the table. Jim had him flip over onto his back, never pulling out. This meant that my boy needed me to stand on one side and hold his legs back so Jim could really pound deep. He lasted a respectable amount of time and shot his POZ load deep inside my boy too. Jim pulled out and I helped my boy relax his legs for a moment. Adam sat in a big leather chair and pointed his big raw cock right up in the air. He begged me over and had me hold his cock while my boy sat right down on it. My boy’s pussy was well and truly opened up, so he took delight in sinking all the way down on it. Adam chuckled something about digging for oil, and I realized what he meant as I saw globs of Brad and Jim’s mixed cum drooling down Adam’s big cock. As I sat on the floor guiding Adam into my boy, Jim rearranged me onto all fours, so my ass was up in the air. Brad smeared some of their leaking seed onto his fingers and started working into my hole saying, ‘You know, if you take our cum you can go back to fucking your boy raw, like all of us. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?’ I couldn’t help but think it would be amazing. I let Jim finger my ass as I lapped at Adam’s big full balls. Adam concentrated on getting his load into my boy and really took his time. My boy’s legs were wearing out and he was covered in a sheen of sweat as the third big dick of the day stretched him out. When he couldn’t take it anymore, Adam relented and rewarded him with a big load shot very deeply. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in mixed clotted cum. He winked at me again. Brad and Jim got my boy back into his first position, face down leaning over the edge of the table. Jim guided my hips to my boy’s ass and Brad held the base of my condom-covered cock. Jim eased up behind me and I could feel his heat and his massive cock sticky with seed. When I fucked forward, Jim got closer to me. To pull out, I was backing onto his raw cummy cock. He slipped inside me, greased up with so much sperm. It only hurt for a minute before feeling deeply satisfying. I let out a guttural moan, and my boy grinned up at me, groaning, ‘Those big raw cocks feel so good, don’t they?’ I couldn’t help but agree. Brad still had his hand gripping the rubber ring at the base of my cock. He kept working a finger underneath, slowly rolling it up. Eventually the rubber was rolled up just around my cockhead. ‘It’s time,’ he said. Jim and Adam’s hand met Brad’s and they pulled that condom off my cock, where it was sucked inside my boy’s gaping pussy. It looked so hot seeing that biohazard-tattooed hand prying off the last barrier of protection off my cock. Feeling their spunk and how loose my boy’s cunt was felt so good. I was able to hold off cumming too soon before I felt Jim, deep inside me, growing. His cock got even bigger, balls-deep inside me, and then I felt a wet warmth spreading deep in my guts. Jim had just gushed his wet POZ load deep in my hole. We got ourselves together and cleaned up, only a little sweaty. Both my boy and I slowly leaked their cum as we went out for a beer and a late lunch. We sat around a booth, Jim, me, Brad, my boy, and Adam. I realized that Brad had one finger inside both me and my boy as we ordered our meal. Brad asked if I was happier with my boy’s stretched-out hole, and I eagerly nodded, thanking them for stretching us both out. Brad turned to my boy and asked if he was ready to start fucking me now, my own stretched-out hole now hungry for raw cock. My boy nodded and told me he couldn’t wait to get my hole stretched out and filled up by other hung buddies too. At the end of the day, he was also worried about cumming too soon when fucking me! Brad grinned saying, ‘I think we need to keep you boys both stretched out and cum-filled.’ My boy looked at me, silently pleading me to say yes. And I did. Our buddies now keep our holes stretched open, ready for raw use by any number of men. And thanks to Brad and Jim, we both regularly take raw POZ cock and cum. That, right there, is the key to a happy relationship.

Not my own dad, he was creepy and gross. But Eric's dad, and Brett's dad, and Danny's dad ,and Tim's dad, and.... Think my cum shot was probably when I was fantasizing about some friend's dad.

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

Part 1 I’d been to the underground club at King’s Cross a few times over the years, usually on an afternoon when I was in London on business. It’s a sleazy basement bar beneath a gay pub near the station. Dingy, dirty and smelly, it runs various fetish themes including naked sessions which I tried to get to when I was in town. It attracts people who are only interested in sex in all its variations, so the clientele is varied – older, younger, fat, thin and over the years the sex was always raunchy, and usually bareback. I had no problems with that, and had bare backed over the years myself although I was still neg. Then I got a contract to work in London for six months and had to stay over in a local hotel. I realised that I could get a tube into King’s Cross after work and go to an evening session. I saw that one evening per week the theme was “streams of piss” which intrigued me. By the description it was going to be wet and wild, and I guessed the clientele might be even more sleazy than usual. I had never tried piss fun, and was intrigued the more I thought about it. The reviews said it was just a basement bar – no showers or facilities – so it was best to bring a towel and some wipes! So one evening I packed some old trainers and a towel in a backpack and headed up to town. You go round the side of the pub and down some steps to the basement. On the right is a room where they store your clothes. They give you a big bag and you go through the door to the left into the bar area which is dimly lit with a bar ahead, toilets to the left and a large play area to the right with small, dark, arched store rooms leading off. After six on SOP nights, they put a large paddling pool in the middle where people sit/kneel to have men piss on them. But, as I was soon to discover, men would piss on others anywhere throughout the club. It was still early and there were few men there yet. I stripped off and put on my old trainers. It felt really strange and a bit scarey to get nude in a public bar and carry your clothes in a bag back out the door to the store room. I had taken a Viagra on the way, and my cock had the familiar tingling sensation as the drug kicked in so was hanging half-hard as I handed over the bag but the guy just smiled and gave me a ticket for the bag. I took a deep breath and went back into the bar. There were one or two naked men, older than me, wandering around. The atmosphere, excitement and anticipation had kicked in and my cock rose to a satisfying erection as I ordered a beer. The play area had drapes screening off some areas from the bar. So, leaving my beer on a side counter, I wandered over to see whether anything was happening. It was about to change my life. Around one of the drapes, a young, plump man was kneeling on a bench being fucked in the arse by a muscular Asian guy whose body was running with sweat. As I got closer, I could see his bare cock sliding in and out of the lubed arsehole. He smiled at me as he thrust in and out and offered me a bottle of poppers. I knew it was risky with the Viagra, but I took a sniff and felt the familiar rush to the head and groin. The young man stood up and the Asian guy’s cock flopped out long and glistening in the dim light. The young man just wandered off. Without a word, the Asian man grabbed my arm and pulled me to kneel on the bench. He raised my arse a little and I felt lube being rubbed into my hole. Next thing I knew, his long, smooth cock was sliding up inside me. I gasped with surprise and excitement. He started to thrust in and out and I felt a moments panic. I had barebacked before, but never in such sleazy circumstances. Should I take the risk? What if he came in me? From the corner of my eye, I noticed the young chubby guy return, a beer in his hand. He came closer and watched me being fucked, then reached for his cock and pointed it. Then I felt a hot stream of piss splash over my back and my backside. I gasped with pleasure and felt myself sinking into the depravity of what was happening. The Asian guy growled with pleasure and I felt his thrusts becoming more urgent. I could tell he was going to come and started to squirm with a sense of fear. Somehow I knew this man was going to poz me if I let him. Suddenly, as if sensing what was in my mind, the young man thrust a brown bottle under my nose. I tried to avoid it, but the fumes washed into me. I heard him whisper “Cum in him! Fuck him up!” I knew what was going to happen, but I gave way to it, the poppers making me so horny I arched my back to meet his cock sliding in and out. “Oh yeah!” I heard him gasp. He grabbed my hips in his bony fingers and pulled me tight. At the same time I felt his cock throbbing and throbbing as he filled me hole with sperm. After a few minutes, he pulled out and I felt a gush of cum slide down over my balls. I stood up and saw him walking off towards the bar as if I was nothing but a hole to him. The chubby guy smiled and smacked my arse. “Now your well fucked, mate! I seen him before. Toxic as hell!” Then he looked down at my cock which was stiff as a poker. “I guess it turns you on, eh? Getting pregnant like that?” I blushed, but he was right. The thought of the dirty sperm already swimming in my guts made my heart pound and my mouth dry with fear and excitement. He turned, knelt on the bench and spread his cheeks, revealing a slack, puffy wet hole. “Climb on, buddy.” He said. “Give me your last neg load.” My heart was pumping and I was reeling from what he had said. But it was too late now, and I knew in my heart I’d crossed a line. Then I got behind him and slid my cock into the delicious warmth of his rectum, giving myself up to it and knowing I had become a pig.

[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.

UGH... this wait is KILLING ME! lol I'm dying to know what happens next..... PLEEEEEASE feed this hunger HAHA

My married buddy showed up at my door last night. He only cums to see me when he needs a blowjob. I always take care of him but as soon as he cums in my mouth he bolts for the door. Last night I took it a bit further. I gave him a beer hoping it would relax him. It did. I could eee he was hard so I took him to my bedroom. I undressed - he’d never seen me nked before and it ws a risk he’d leave. He didn’t, he needed to cum. I undressed him which was the first time I’d seen him naked. We stood facing each other with our erections almost touching. I put my hand round his cock and told him "buddy I’m gunna suck you dry but first let me pleasure you” I got him to lie on my bed on his back, I licked his balls and took his cock in my mouth - he was loving it. Then I raised his legs and licked behind his balls, further and further until my tongue was in his ass. He tried to say “don’t do that’ but his body and moans gave him away. For the first time I was young fucking this stud's asshole. Fuck he tasted good. After I’d licked his ass for a while, I lay on my belly and told him to climb on my back and shove his cock in my ass. He did mount me and I felt his hard cock between my cheeks and he pressed his helmet on my hole but he stopped and got off. He said he wsn’t ready. I said ok, but when you are it will be the best fuck you’ve ever had. I got my mouth back on his cock and sucked him balls deep. He shot hard and emptied his nuts in my mouth. I thanked hi for his load and told him he’s a fucking stud. Unusually he didn't make a run for the door but stayed naked in my bed chatting. I told him I will always be there for him whenever he needs a blowjob but he should really fuck my ass. I’ve got a big beefy ass and he can fuck me as hard as he wants. He stayed so long that he was hard again, I persuaded him to touch my ass and get a good look at my hole - I said - “see how tight it is - you will love it round your cock” He wasn't put off and touched my asshole and butt for a few minutes but he was ready to cum again so I blew him a second time. I told him I Only wanted to serve him and he should cum over more often. I will always be available to take care of his needs unlike (I guess his wife). He got dressed except for his tight black trunks. I asked him if I could keep them,. He said yes and asked why. I told him they smelled good and sweaty and I was gunna sniff them while I jerk off after he left - he seemed flattered. I told him to cum back soon and fuck my ass or at least get your cock sucked. I hope my next post about him will be about how he fucked and loaded my ass.

Yes Hairyone I will post some at a later time - within the next coupe of days.

Yep, that's it's! Thanks man.

Always deep inside. I never consider it real sex unless I nut inside.

[think before following links] https://dn0.newtumbl.com/img/63110/79163370/1/113000430/nT_fvy0ehbd6j8x5v2y6vb7935q.mp4 Two Daddies Share!

Such a fucking hot beginning would love to see what happens when the other guys come over - that is the great thing about “roll playing” you can say anything and innocent little twinks love it

It was a sunny but cold day and I was feeling horny. I’d finished 3 night shifts and after my nap, needed to get out and about. I showered and douched and was getting my poppers etc when I got a message on fab guys from my regular Fuck buddy. He was horny and in the mood.. This lad is a total top, he only accommodates and its always a 5 minute job. Not that I mind as he deposits a big load, every time. I drove to his apartment in the city, he buzzed me in and I sniffed some poppers as I climbed to his tenement. As is the usual scenario, I entered his apartment, turned round just at the door, removed by bottom half and knealed on the floor. He gets behind me and inspects my lubed up hairy arsehole before ramming his rock hard rod into me. Now this lad isn’t huge, but he’s always hard and is a big cummer. I push back which he likes, pushing him over the edge and he squirts multiple reams of thick, sticky cum into my receptive arse. I dress and leave with not a word said between the two of us. Walking back to my car I can feel his cum leaking out of me, which only makes me hornier. Wanting more, I drove to a cruising site on the edge of the city. It’s a bit of a drive but usually worth it. When I arrive, there is a few cars parked so I was hopeful. I walked to the cruisy spot by the wind turbine and did a lap, with nobody to be seen. Feeling disheartened, I thought I’d check once more and spotted a tall, young lad heading towards the bushes. I skirted round so we would meet in the middle and I could check him out. I found the lad standing next to a chubby, hairy, Middle Eastern chap, maybe mid 30’s. I love hairy men, so I got to work on his 7 inch cock that he was stroking. He loved being sucked but that wasn’t what I was after, so I reversed to offer my cummy hole. He declined the offer so I got back to sucking him off. Meantime, the young lad was watching us, stroking his impressive 8 incher. He was standing behind me as I was sucking the hairy lad. I pushed out some of the cum so he’d know I’d been bred. I reversed onto his cock, and he started pumping me. The hairy lad was more turned on, telling him to breed me, which he did over the next few minutes. I heard him gasp as he came in my sloppy cunt, feeling the contractions of his cock The hairy lad was getting close. I turned around, ready to offer my freshly bred hole for sloppy thirds. This was enough to push him over the edge, he wanked himself off and came over my back and hole. Both lads left with a smile on their faces. I pushed as much cum from my back into my hole before heading back to my car, enjoying the sensation of 3 loads dribbling down my leg. I was super horny by the time I got home, so enjoyed the next half hour wanking and letting the cum slowly leak out.

I won’t pretend I understand much of that. But it’s pretty clear from what you’ve written that you’re watching our backs, so thank you.

Dude! we males are not naturally hardwired for monogamy. We are hardwired for sexual promiscuity. Faux social morals are drilled into from youth and we blindly accept that we are supposed to be monogamous and the validity of any relationship we have centers squarely on out not having sex with anyone else. Ever. I'm here to tell you that is false and to try and go against your Nature will leave you unhappy and unfilled. Embrace being a male slut. Enjoy the massive numbers of sex partners and feel sorry for those brainwashed males that you will enjoy more sex partners in a single day than they will their entire lives. I am proud to have had thousands of guys in me to spill their seed and make no secret how sexually gluttonous I am. You should be too.

One of my unplanned sex encounters was in a hotel in Hawaii several years ago. I’d been hosting anonymous guys to stop by, walk in, find me naked on my knees, ass up then they’d fuck and breed me. After 5 or 6 guys it was late afternoon and I had to get some work done and I was hungry. So I ordered a hamburger and fries up from room service. I straightened the bed up, threw on t-shirt and gym shorts so all was ok for the room service person to walk in. The knock on the door came, the food was here, I open the door and found this really cute young muscular guy in the hotel shirt and shorts, running shoes, etc. I let him in and told him to just set it on the credenza by the TV. I’m noticing how tight his shirt and shorts were on him. Then as he was placing the food off the tray I realized he had to move the vaseline and poppers to take the food off the tray. Then he was looking around and I forgot about the smell, I’m sure the room reeked of poppers, sweat, and sex and I hadn’t taken a shower. He turns around and hands me the check to sign as he has his back to the door. I swear I can see the outline of his cock in his tight shorts, but I’m careful not to stare. I hand him the signed check and thank him. He starts telling me to call back when I want they good dishes picked up. I say ok. Then he says, “if you want you can ask for me, Ken and I’ll come right back up and get your dishes.” Now I see he has a hard on in his shorts. What to do, what to do, think quick. So I just say totally honesty...”...I’ve been having guys over to fuck me and leave their cum inside me, would you like to relieve that hard cock in your shorts?” He was like, “yes sir, do you have a condom” as he’s unbuckling his belt and shorts and saying, “it has to be quick, can you duck me to get me hard?” I say, “no condoms.” He says, “ok, it has to be quick. He strips his shorts and underwear to his shoes, his cock is already hard as a rock, no sucking needed. I spit on his cock. He showed it in me, knocks me on the bed. Fucks like a jackhammer! In less than a minute he’s cuming inside me. I clean off his cock. Up come his underwear, then shorts, buckles...he says, “definitely call me to get your dirty dishes. That boy gave me several more cum loads during my trip!

Just fucked a well known cumdump in West Hollywood. His smooth pussy was gaping and cum dripped down his leg. When I left I saw two other men approaching his apartment so I walked back and watched. He didn’t even look back to see who was using him.

I was supposed to be in Jacksonville Saturday night and into Easter Sunday. But because of a significant mechanical problem and delay, I found myself in downtown Fort Worth for 22 hours. On Easter weekend. I've mentioned before that Fort Worth is really difficult for me to hook up in, but of course I was going to try. I got to the hotel at 8:30 PM on Saturday night, and our pickup wasn't until 5:30 PM Sunday. Saturday night was a bust, I didn't find any dick before falling asleep around 2AM. Sunday I woke up around 10, went and got a big coffee, and got back to my room to get myself ready. By noon I was on A4A, BBRT, Doublelist, and Sniffies. After about an hour, I was hit up by a guy on Sniffies. 39, beard, moderately hairy, hung 7", and a hot and tight body. He's vers but is trying to top more. He said he needed some oral to start, then would want me to sit on his dick and ride him before he put me flat on my stomach to fuck me. He also said it usually takes him a while to cum, so he needed me to be patient. Done! Sign me up! So I sent my hotel and room info, and he said he'd be over in 20-30 minutes. He showed up right on time, and we kissed as soon as the door was closed. He started to get undressed, and he was in better shape and better looking in person than his pics. I also got undressed and we kissed on the bed for a little while before I moved down to suck his dick. And the hookup went exactly as he described it would. I sucked, kissed, sucked kissed...after maybe 10 minutes he asked me to ride his dick. With no lube, only my spit that I left on his dick, I sat on it and let him slide in balls deep. I rode him and we made out some more. He was thrusting up as i was pushing down and it felt great! We had a really great rhythm going. Eventually he told me to get on my stomach, so I grabbed the poppers and put a pillow under my chest. He said he might get a little rough, so I should keep the poppers handy. And if it was too much for me, let him know and he'll ease off. I took a hit of poppers as he tongued my hole, getting a little more spit in there. He slid in again and started pumping my ass. I could see him thrusting in the mirror that was on the wall, and it was really hot. I actually would have loved to play with and eat his hole, he had a beautiful ass. If his fucking at this point was what he considered rough, I didn't think so at all. It wasn't particularly fast, just full strokes in and out balls deep. He kept this up for about 15 minutes, and told me to get on my back. I pulled my knees up and he licked a couple of his fingers and slid them into my ass. I nodded in approval, and he licked his fingers again and slid in 3 or 4. He was looking at me intently, but I nodded in approval again and he kept fucking me with his fingers. I was in heaven getting my hole stretched. Then, with his fingers still in my hole, he slid his dick in too. This was a first for me, and I told him so. The feeling of his fingers and dick all thrusting in and out was pure bliss...I hit the poppers and closed my eyes, just thoroughly enjoying it. I lost all track of time at this point, I have no idea how long this went on before he picked up the pace and blew his load. When he pulled out, I grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers so I could taste his cum. He then brought his dick up to my head so I could clean his dick off too. And then we made out a bit more, but he said he needed to get going, as he was on his way to his mom's for Easter dinner. I asked if he'd like a shower so he wouldn't smell so slutty for his mother. He laughed and hopped in the shower. There was no talk of meeting up again in the future, but I definitely would if the opportunity presented itself. I'd definitely want to get my tongue in his ass next time.

For those who missed the status update a few days ago, I won a porn award!!! I got "Underrated Performer" from Ravens Eden. Last year I won "Best Newcummer", but we all know what happened a week after the win, and I really didn't have opportunity to make much of the distinction. Now that the world grinds back into turning in recent days, I have a new title, and hopefully directors get off their asses and put me in things already. Goodness knows I've applied over and over to a variety of studios, but I seldom get a response. The title means nothing if I just sit on the couch for the next year and wait for the phone to ring. That's kinda how I feel about it. It's like I set up a huge party, advertised it like mad on Grindr and other sites, and then I put my ass in the air, and not one of the tops showed up all night. (Surely some of you can relate to this.) I'm rambling here, but before I hit the "send" button, I want to thank each and every one of you who voted for me when the ballots were out. Thanks for taking the time to do it. Even if you voted only once and forgot about it after, IT STILL COUNTED. Couldn't have won any other way. Thank you for getting me here. Now - WHO WANTS TO BREED THIS AWARD-WINNING PORN STAR?!

One of my favourites: Euro porn performer - Ben Huller aka Oliver Strelly. Left his bottoms flooded and gaping.

Im just curious about what your intended goal or ideal desired effect of these new restrictions would be? Are you simply hoping to redefine and be clear about the content displayed within this site? Or is your goal to make a statement and pass judgement on this sort of content whether it be here or elsewhere? I can understand and respect feeling a need to err on the side of caution from the perspective of a site owner wanting to be socially responsible. But as a reader of content I will always maintain that I am perfectly capable of deciding for myself where to draw the line between fantasy and reality. I have never and will never appreciate being "protected" from content that my fragile little mind might read in a fiction and then when I am dying from being incredibly stupid I will be sure to blame unregulated access to too much content. Personally I wish you would allow for the fiction section to operate with minimal restrictions and keep your morally gray judgement and rather arbitrary lines drawn to the nonfiction section. The condemnation of this but not that falls a bit flat. Could you perhaps find a comprimise or be open to alternative solutions to displace and archive some of the existing content rather than just unilateral deletion of these stories. Stories that the authors worked hard on. Content that brought readers back to your site over and over . Some stories I have come back and reread half a dozen times. These stories have contributed alot of site traffic and it seems kind of disrespectful to just delete them. I am curious to hear how the authors feel about this?

I went to Pig Week last year. I had been on PrEP for a while but part of me really wanted to get pozzed. I was sorta playing games with taking my PrEP – only taking it on days I went to the gym or took loads. My doctor wasn't happy about it, but I told him I took at least 4 a week, which is what they say gives you protection. Well, the week before Pig Week was busy and with Thanksgiving and getting stuff done, and I arrived in Ft. Lauderdale having only taken three the week before and none the last two days. Pig Week was scheduled to start on Saturday, but I got there the day before. I wanted to get things started off right with a gangbang in my motel. I billed it as a conversion party and told all the tops to pretend they were toxic, even if they weren't. I figured since I was on PrEP nothing would actually happen. Then again I hadn't taken my pills the last couple days, but that risk sorta turned me on. The gangbang went well. I had over a dozen guys show up I think. Since I was blindfolded I wasn't quite sure. I counted 15 times guys blew their load in my ass, but I'm pretty sure some of those were repeats. Their poz talk got pretty aggressive with the guys standing around egging whoever was fucking me to poz me. They kept going on about how toxic the loads were and that this was the night I was gonna become poz. I loved it and kept begging for their dirty loads telling them to knock me up and poz my hole. After the gangbang I was hungry for more, so I headed to Clubhouse II to take more loads. Stayed there about 3 hours and got 8 more loads. But even after 23 loads, I was hungry for more, so I headed to Slammer where guys loved my cummy hole and dumped 5 more loads in. It was the best night of my life, sexually, and I headed back to the motel on a high. I always take my PrEP before going to bed, so when I got back to the motel I grabbed the bottle and something seemed wrong. It was too light. I opened it and there were no pills inside. Just a note saying "Stop playing games. You clearly want to be poz, so just let it happen." I was a bit numb. There I was with 28 loads of cum in my ass, some of which was probably toxic, and I didn't have any PrEP, and hadn't taken any in a few days. There was nothing I could really do. I'd already paid in advance for most of the vacation. It's not like you can just go into the pharmacy and ask for more Truvada – even if I could get them to fill the script, it's really expensive (it's not like insurance was gonna pay twice for the same meds). But the note was right. I did wanna be poz. So as it all sank in I realized this was the week I was gonna become poz, so I might as well make the most of it. I went to bed pretty conflicted, but also sorta excited. I mean what better week to bug chase than Pig Week? That next week I went to every sex party I could. Basically I was a slut and spent every waking hour hunting for and taking dick and loads. I spent HOURS at the bathhouses. I think I took over 200 loads. I mean I literally let anyone and every one fuck me. A lot of the sex parties were filmed and I made a point of getting my face in as many shots as possible. If I was gonna do this, I was gonna do it right and become a public cumdump. I couldn't exactly say "poz me" in a porn video, so I'd say stuff like "Give me that dirty load", and "Knock me up Daddy!", and "Make me yours…" Some of the tops didn't get what I was trying to say, but a few clearly did. It seemed to really motivate them to dump their load in my ass. I think guys were talking behind my back as well, but I wasn't sure what exactly was being said of me. But I'd have these random guys show up at my door saying "I hear you're taking all loads – I wanna breed you" and then not take no for an answer. The last night this car pulled up as I was getting back to my motel. A hot daddy rolled down the window and said "get in, slut"… I recognized him from a couple of the parties. He'd dumped a few loads in me. I was wiped by this point, but didn't ask questions. I just got in. 15 minutes later we were at someone's house. There were a bunch of cars parked around it. We went in and in one room there was a bed and about a half dozen guys. I recognized all of them from the parties I'd been to, bathhouses, and even 1-on-1s at my room. Then one of the guys told me that one of the tops who was there had been at "my so-called conversion party" and noticed the Truvada in the bathroom and realized I was faking it. They were really glad I made the most of it and been a proper bug chaser the past 10 days. But since the PrEP was now probably out of my system, it was time to have real conversion party – the one I should have had at the beginning of the week. The guy also said that all the tops there had viral loads over 10,000, one had a viral load over a million. One of the tops even had a Truvada resistant strain – so even if I'd found a way to get more PrEP they would have made sure I wound up poz (they really don't like guys who do fake conversion parties). I knew it was actually more like 12 days I'd been off Truvada, and hadn't taken it every day before that. I doubt I had much of any protection – and here I was about to knowingly take toxic loads from a half dozen guys. This was my time to get pozzed… (If it hadn't happened already.) I got on the bed as instructed, on my belly, and each of the guys fucked me one after the other. About half the guys gave me a second load. There was a fair amount of poz talk, but it just didn't seem quite as necessary when you know it's the real thing. And the best part was they got it all on video. When it was over I laid there with 9 or 10 highly toxic loads marinating in my ass. A few of the guys stayed around. One told me they weren't done with me yet. They tied me to the bed face down so I couldn't roll over. "We don't want any of the loads coming out" was the explanation. Then another guy came into the room and pulled out a tattoo gun and proceeded to give me a biohazard tramp stamp. When he was done the host said "Now everyone will know you're a poz slut every time you bend over and you're shirt pulls up a bit. Every time you go to the beach, or change your clothes at the gym. You're a marked man now." I tried to sleep that night, but too many emotions were going through my head, and I couldn't really get comfortable since I was tied to the bed. Plus, every hour or two someone would come in and dump another load in me. So even if I was sleeping, I'd get woken up. But by that time they were actually a bit tender with me, calling me their "poz brother". Late the next morning they let me go with a warning – "Stay off meds for at least two years. We stole your PrEP, we'll find a way to steal your HIV meds if you go on them. Make us proud and pass on the strains we gave you! If you don't, we'll release the video of you begging to get pozzed." About a week and a half later I came down with the fuck flu. Pig Week had indeed made me into a proper pig! And there's videos of it all! If only guys knew that I was getting pozzed in those videos they're watching online… And the best part is I found out my strain is resistant to PrEP, so I can knock up Truvada Whores who think they're protected Gotta say, being poz is fun! I'm glad that guy stole my PrEP and made me embrace my destiny…

Actually are there any straight married men left. What are women doing to their men. I get fucked so regularly by married men its a joke. And once they get their cocks in me they go to town love it. And the best bit they fuck off when they finish. No hanging around.

I just did 15 minutes ago.....now he’s in fucking my son....

A few years ago I was going out with a black guy and we usually went back to his place. He had a roommate who I met casually a few times but no big conversation. My guy often left his bedroom door open--I really didn't think much of it. One night roommate came by after I just got fucked, and said to my friend how loud we were getting. My buddy told him how good my hole was and he couldn't help it. I'm ass up sucking his dick clean, roommate touched my ass saying how he can see cum on my asslips in the dark. "Well there's alot more inside too" my friend said. A finger probe, then I hear clothes rustle and roommate is sliding inside me and they talk about my ass like I'm not there. The first thing they said to me was after I got bred by roommate my buddy told me to clean him off. They used me through the night like I was a community cocksleeve. A couple weeks later the roommate has a friend over, he introduces his friend to me telling him "this is the guy I mentioned before". "So your the cum fiend? I can make cum like a cow makes milk"--then they all started using me all night. Probably the most cum I ever took up my guts, mostly laying on my stomach being filled again and again. About 4 in the morning when one of them went in again I said we need to get a little rest, and my fucker said "ok in a minute" and just fucked again. All balls deep and I tried like hell to hold it all in me.

He used to post on here, but I haven’t seen anything from him for a long while.

Seth grinned as his ministrations had their intended effect, and he slowly resumed fucking Jakes hard bare cock in long, deliberate strokes. "there we go" whispered Seth, as Jake unknowingly began to thrust into Seths warm hole. "push nice and deep baby, youre doing great" seth slid jakes hands atop his hips and began stroking his own cock. Seth wasnt here just to get the boy to fuck him raw. Seth wanted Jake to want to fuck raw, and he admired the thought of another glistening poz cock in his ever expanding collection of boys who once played by the rules, but have long since forgotten anything but how to dump their toxic loads nice and deep, over and over. aiming carefully so as to paint the boys lips, chin and chest in hot poz seed, Seth moaned as he rewarded Jakes efforts and milked his length, turning the boy into a poz picasso. "taste me" seth whispered, as he pushed gobs of his warm cream from jakes chin into his open mouth, which he obligingly sucked and swallowed. Seth slid two fingers through the river of poz seed pooled on Jakes chest and tucked them under his thrusting ass. "I bet these lips want some tasty honey too." he chided, as he began circling Jakes virgin hole. Working another glob of thick poz seed against his ass, Seth began to slowly press into him, "open wide baby, let me in, thats it." Seth stared into Jakes eyes as he moaned, continuing to thrust as Seth began to alternate between massaging and scraping his boy button. "feels so nice doesnt it? Lets taste a little more" Seth slid his digits out of the boy with a light pop and again back through the pool of poz jizz before returning hem to Jakes raw pink hole. as Jakes cock began to swell he stared into seths eyes with a mix of confusion and lust. "just a little more baby, youre almost there. Keep fucking, thats the way" Seth encouraged Jake, as he began to pound the boys prostate in rhythm to his own thrusts. jake groaned and thrust deep, just as Seth had taught him, unloading deep inside as Seth grinned atop him like a mighty king, generously massaging poz seed into his tight fuckhole. Slipping his fingers out, he sucked the seed from them and slowly let the dozing boy slip out of his swollen pussy. As morning turned to noon on a warm saturday, Jake was roused from sleep by an almost impossibly perky Seth, offering him a towel and a nice hot shower. Jake reached down to his morning wood and felt the still moist mixture of poz juices on his member, vaguely recalling the nights events. "I shouldnt have done this, I really need to get out of here..." he sheepishly announced. "Aw, Why? I thought we could be really good friends!" Seth chirped with a smile. "The kinds of friends who have lots of fun, and share excellent..." he paused to slip his fingers into his sloppy hole, sucking them clean in a single motion "taste." he said, holding eye contact with Jake and proceeding toward the bed. "We also wouldnt have to tell your boyfriend at all! it would be our secret" he smiled, straddling once again the young mans toned hips and hovering above Jakes thick tool. Jake scowled, staring at the hungry power bottom as he grinned like a Jackal atop him. He was right. "Just make this a weekend thing, and forget about it" jake thought. "lets get some condoms first?" Jake suggested with a half smile. Seth gave a gentle push and coated Jakes cock in his own warm cum. "no baby, really good friends dont use them" he instructed, deliberately working the poz slime into Jakes shaft. "good friends always bareback, jake. They fuck and fuck and always shoot their cum inside" seth lectured, as he tucked Jakes thick head at the entrance of his ass Jake sighed in contentment and without thinking, gently began feeding his cock into the toxic hole. "there ya go! now tell me how it feels" Seth beamed, as Jake instinctively gripped the power bottoms hips and began driving. "hot" Jake panted, "and wet." "thats right! hot ant wet and good. raw holes are the best for your cock. They make you cum fast and hard." Seth was now being bounced atop the boys increasingly desperate thrusts. he needed to cum. "and you can cum in me whenever you want! good friends will always let you shoot inside." Jake groaned loudly as he dumped his third load into the sucking toxic cunt. seth slipped off Jakes softening cock with a plop and a smile, and dove onto it to clean things up, alternating between licking and 'accidentally' sucking with his teeth until the boys cock glistened and the juice was faintly pink. Seth gave Jake a quick kiss and headed to the kitchen to cook some late breakfast. "Remember Jake, if you need to cum you can cum in me!" Seth gave a quick slap of his ass and left the boy to wander into the shower.

No it's not wrong at all that men use you and share you and pass you around. That's exactly what faggots like you exist for. It doesn't matter what you want even though I'm sure you were born wanting only to serve men as a subhuman fucktoy. Whores like you exist just to be easy use cumdumps. You aren't a real man or even a boy. Cumdumps like you are a FAGGOT and a CUMDUMPSTER and a WHORE. Yes you are virtually worthless and complete trash but that's what gives you worth. Men can use you however they want, and do whatever they want to trash like you. And since we have no respect for you we don't give a fuck what happens to faggots like you. You are disposable. Don't kid yourself, the men that use you don't love you at all. Most guys that use you think you're a disgusting pig. Once you admit that you are nothing but a cumhole, you can do your duty. A faggot like you doesn't "let" men use you because you have no say in who uses you. Thats up to us to decide when, where, who and how.

I sucked my step fathers cock. He helped me to realize who I was and my own needs. I am happy for our relationship. Probably why I prefer daddy’s now.

Mike picked up his biohazard jock and started to adjust my legs in the sling so he could slip the jock on me. I’d always thought rubber looked hot but needed to see how it felt first. Now I’m being dressed in it and was feeling strangely calm about it. Turned on, even. He then unhooked a short piece of chain, which I assumed was part of the sling, but for some reason had a padlock on it. I understood exactly what was going on when he moved my head so he could slip it around my neck. Closing the padlock with no sign of a key. “There you go, my boy. You’re starting to look the part already. Your bulge in that bio jock shows your approval too.” He had a point. I looked down and saw my stiffening cock in the jock and felt the weight of the chain around my neck. Fucking hot. A little epiphany unlocked at that moment seeing myself in a rubber jock spread out in a sling, with several poz loads in my hole. I thought that I looked like a pig. One of the more extreme ones you occasionally stumble across on a tumblr. Where more often than not, the guys look like pure animals. Fucking each other freely and feeling part of a semi-secret society. Where guys park their lives at the door and set about exploring their true desires. As men… brothers. Right then, I was feeling like I’d made it into the sty. Mike could almost read my mind. He stood there looking at me admiring myself. Admiring whatever I was becoming. Had become. “I like it. Very fucking hot. You’ll be a perfect addition to the cause once the gift claims you. Your Bugdaddy knows the route, son, let me be your guide into your new life.” It’s true. I’ve seen and could sense a new direction and purpose now. Mike lined himself at my hole again, fingering his last deposit into me as he lubed his cock. It felt beautiful, if I’m honest. They’ve already won. “The sight of my son in his bio jock is turning me on. You’re mine now, body and soul” “Fuck yeah, daddy. Finish it off.” He grinned and looked me in the eye. “Don’t worry boy, there’s plenty coming your way now you’re one of us. My strain alone should have given the recruitment process a head start.” It’s true. There genuinely was no way back now. The reality being that I’ve more than likely been infected. I guess I’d taken about ten, maybe a dozen loads now. On a special Poz Night, admittedly. And, yes, one of those guys was a new member who’d just been recruited, at his most toxic and, oh yeah, then bred me in an initiation. All normal. Normal to me now. And now I was understanding why they call it a gift. Mike shuddered as he unloaded into me, keeping his cock in there as he looked me up and down like a proud father admiring his new born. Which, in a twisted kinda way, was exactly that. I felt reborn. I felt satisfaction. A new freedom, like I was home. I looked into his eyes and slurred like the lovesick cum-craving rawpig I’d become, with my belly now full of his seed. His toxic seed no doubt already incubating in me. “I want to feel like this forever” Mike smiled and came in for a kiss “you soon will, son. You soon will.”

Part 5 I was cumming so hard that at first the ight coming on didn't register. Then someone was saying, "Hey, wow, you're actually breeding the straight guy!?" The guy who had just fucked me, didn't answer, he just smiled as he got up. I was still too stunned and drunk to speak. Just still laying there trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. There were two guys that had come in the door and I realized that they had been the two in the living room making out, before. They were both naked with hard cocks in hand and definitely large ones, at that. As the guy who had just fucked me got off of the bed, they both walked up to the bed and were staring at my hole as I had not lowered my legs. One of them said, "Wow, not only did you breed him but you did it bareback as well and there is cum leaking out of his hole." I was still trying to comprehend what had happened and didn't register that much. Then one of the newcomers, leaned over the bed at my ass and then his head dove in and his tongue licked my tender hole. I found myself moaning involuntarily and then his tongue entered my hole and I gasped. Without my control my legs just opened wider up as he rimmed me good, licking up the leaking cum and then driving his tongue into me to get more. Then he quickly climbed on the bed and the next thing I knew, he was on top of me and his big cock was driving into me. I tried to say no, but his mouth covered mine and his tongue drove deep into my mouth stifling my protest. Then he leaned back a little and told me, "I can't help it. Your hole is so hot and tight, I had to do this." Then he commenced to fuck me hard and fast. Almost immediately, I found myself thrusting my ass at him to get more an the intense feelings pleasure overwhelmed me. again. We drove our entire bodies at each other in a frenzy of lust. I just found myself carried away by the feelings and closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. He pounded my hole crazily and for a good 5 minutes, before I felt a change and his cock seemed to grow and get harder and his thrusts became erratic. Then he almost yelled, "Here it comes. I am going to fill your hole so full of cum. Get ready to take my poz load deep." With that he drove into me as deep and hard as he could and I felt his cock throbbing. He ground his cock around and around in me as he was cumming and then as his cock finally softened he slipped out of me. He quickly got up smiling and said something about, I hope that takes hold good in you, whatever that meant. The other guy almost pushed him out of the way as he climbed between my legs and wham his cock was driven deep into me before I could say anything. He was immediately pounding away. I was totally lost to lust. I couldn't protest, just went with it and continued to thrust my ass hard as he thrust into me. We were both in a huge rush. I could feel my cock growing and tingling again. He reamed my hole with almost a vengeance. We drove at each other, over and over and over. All too soon, although it was another good 15 or so minutes, I felt his cock get harder and then my own cock also, Then with a last deep crashing thrust, I felt his cock start to throb as he was cumming in me and my own cock blew another huge load almost at the same time. We ground at each other, both of us moaning and groaning in passion. Then it was over and as his soft cock plopped out of my hole he was saying, "Man, that was intense. I love pozzing a hole and now a formerly straight one at that was really wild." I still did not understand what he meant, but didn't care at the time. I was spent and satisfied completely and could hardly move. I just laid thiere for a while with my legs still in the air and spread savoring the feelings.

Mike grinned as he fished out his cock from his biohazard rubber. “That’s it lad, you know exactly what you want, I’m just going to make sure it’s my strain you carry. The seed that will infect you. I’m going to incubate that bugson hole. Soon, you’ll want nothing but me” He had that right. I was in heat. Lusting. Harder than ever. I felt him push up against my sore hole. The PA tickling the edges, going past them, gliding easily into me thanks to the cum of all the others. It felt powerful, more like a ritual I would get used to, hell even carry out myself once I’m one of them… Fuck. I’m thinking like I’m a pozbrother already. Pushing its way further into me, as if he wanted all of him, every drop to saturate and alter me. “You like that, yeah? Good. You’re just a life support system for a toxic cock. Your principles, ethics, feelings and loyalties – they’re all up for being reconfigured.” Shit, he could sweet talk. “Tell your bugdad how you feel, pig” “I feel whole bugdaddy. I feel right. It’s as if this was my destiny all along. To be your bugson.” It was just coming out now. Dark thoughts I’d never dreamt of vocalizing had no choice but to be aired now during this moment. The idea of me, 42, being claimed as a son by a man of a similar age seemed perverted, but that was small fry to what was on the menu right now. His toxic cock was starting to pump me, my hole clamping down as if to milk him quicker. I knew this was it. My insides felt shredded and sore, but I know that this was the answer to any ailment right now. Mike pulled out and looked down “Ah, pink cummy blood goo. You’re well on your way.” And rammed his meat back into me. The gasp as it wrecked me anew turned him on more, if anything. His thrusts quickened as did his breathing. The assault on me was an introduction to trusting him with my life. Trusting him to use his powers to change that. Trusting him to claim me. “No way back now, pig. Like you had any chance… argh!” Oh wow. I’d taken a fair bit of cum but this bastard fast tracked through that. It was as if the entire sauna had worked together in my recruitment. All I could say now was… “Thank you bugdaddy. Thank you for gifting this boy.” He reached over and began snogging me then gently whispered “Welcome to your new life, pig” and my cock must have poked into his stomach as he sensed my, what, relief? Jubilation? “I can guarantee that you’re now en route to becoming a pozpig. No pig I know, or should I say bred, has ever avoided it. Your cock seems to agree too. Perfect. Daddy is going to rebuild you into the toxic pig you deserve to be” “Yes daddy, thank you” A haze came over my mind. Dazed from what just happened. Feeling myself beginning to be rewritten and transformed. “I like your rubber, daddy. Very hot” “That’s good to hear, pig, because the plans I have for you involve you wearing a lot of it. You’ve definitely earned your biohazard now.” Bloody hell. That’s a sentence you don’t hear in polite society. “When did you last cum, pig?” I had to think. Actually, no, I’d not cum at all throughout the evening. Hard as a rock and precumming like a bastard, but no actual cumming. “Earlier, Sir. Possibly last night” “Ah, so that cock has yet to cum its last neg load, eh?” he said, as he began to stroke. “I think we both know that I should have the honour of taking the last of your innocence then hehehe” He was right. This mad, twisted logic what it was, made it seem like common sense. Almost courtesy. “Um, yes bugda… Oh” He was on it. Worshipping his new son’s soon-to-be-toxic cock. Hurrying the process. It didn’t take long, but my word I don’t think I’ve ever cum so much and so hard in my life. In the afterglow, he tenderly stroked me as if I was a newborn. Our lips locked together and I tasted myself. Or should it be the last remnants of me. It was the first time I think I’ve tasted my own cum, and by the looks of it, not the last. “Lick your lips. He’s gone now. Mr innocent. I own you as of right now. You’re my bugson in mind and in body” He was right. I know that now. My Bugdaddy is always right.

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