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In this case, the D&D stand for Dungeons & Dicks. Or Dice & Dicks. Or maybe even Dicks & Disease. All of them are accurate, but I’m getting ahead of myself here. Being a single, gay nerd in the city but with very few friends, I found myself alone a lot. And lonesome a lot. Not being much of a drinker or a bar person, I was constantly looking for any sort of fun activity where I could find some friends with a common interest. And, admittedly, sometimes just the chance at a decent fuck. Unfortunately, most of the time I just ended up along on my couch, pulling my pud. As I was bored and cruising online one evening, I stumbled upon a profile that piqued my interest. It was a wickedly hot, leather daddy-type— ruggedly handsome, salt and pepper hair, muscular, bearded, furry, dark eyes, and man did he look fine in a harness. His picture made me stop scrolling and open his profile, but it was his interests that really piqued my curiosity. In addition to being a top and into leather, he wrote that he was a dungeon master for a leather D&D group. It was a fun, diverse group of men and they played on Saturday evenings, usually in leather or other gear. It has been awhile since I’d played D&D, but I always really liked it. And I hadn’t had a group game night in so long that the idea really appealed to me. “What have I got to lose?” I asked myself. So I struck up a conversation with him. Me: You have a D&D group? Cool! Are you in a campaign right now, and are you accepting new players? DM: Actually, we are just starting a new campaign, and there is room for one or two more. Are you interested? Me: I’m VERY interested! I’d love the chance to play with you guys. Can you tell me a bit about what all goes on? DM: Well, we typically get together in the early evening on Saturdays. We’ll drink (possibly smoke a little 420), roleplay, and generally have some laughs and a good time. It’s a good excuse to wear some leather and escape into a fantasy realm. Me: All that sounds great- I could really use a fun group to hang with DM: Now, I will say that sometimes our evenings evolve into sex. The campaigns tend to be randy, and as DM I make sure to make the adventures are full of… fun. Besides, we are playing in a leather “dungeon” space and boys will be boys… Me: Is the sex expected or…? DM: Naw. It usually happens at the end of the evenings. You can always just go home at that point if you want. Or just watch. Me: Good to know. Although it’s been so long since I’ve been plowed, I’d probably welcome a host of Orcs to breed me! DM: Really? Do tell…. Me: haha, I don’t know. DM: oh come on. Use your imagination. D&D is all about about fantasy and creativeness Me: You said it was a dungeon, so I guess I sort of picturing being a Paladin and being captured by a roving band of Orcs. They strip me, put me in a sling, and restrain me so they can teach my lawful good ass a lesson. It’s kind of hot to think about a bunch of big-dicked Orcs standing around, egging each other on, and taking turns using the Paladin for their dark enjoyment. By the end, I’m full of Orc seed and have to make a saving-throw vs poison or be turned into a anti-Paladin. DM: hmmm. Now that IS hot. Me: heh, yeah. I guess I have a dark fantasy life. DM: well, I think you are just what our party needs. Can you cum next weekend and do you have any gear? Me: Yeah! I’m free. I’d love to meet the group and have an adventure. And I have a leather harness. And a jock. DM: Wear them. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Oh! Do you have any dice handy to do a pre-roll for me? Like a 1d20? Me: Um… no. No multi-sided dice here. I think I could find a regular die maybe in my game closet… DM: Go get it. I’ll wait I left to go rummage around in my games. I did manage to find an old Yahtzee game and I grabbed the dice from it and dashed back to my computer. Me: Back. I have the Yahtzee dice. DM: Good. Pick three and roll them for me. And tell me what numbers you get. I did as I was told. Since I wasn’t exactly sure what I was rolling for, I wasn’t sure if a high number or low number was better. Normally you want the highest number possible (like for hit points or saving throws). These dice weren’t necessarily kind. Me: I got a 1, a 2 and a 4. DM: Excellent. Thank you. Me: what was I rolling for? DM: Don’t you worry about that. It was just a pre-roll to help me with some character creation stuff for the campaign. Now, next Saturday show up at 6 pm so that we can generate your character and get you ready to play, ok? Oh, and be sure to cum “prepared” just in case. You might meet a guy or two and really hit it off. Who knows? They’re a good group I agreed and told him I’d see him the following Saturday. I gotta say, the next week passed exceedingly slowly. My mind kept drifting to my impending D&D party and I was getting excited. Not only was I getting the chance to meet some guys for fun gaming, but maybe I’d meet some guys for other fun too! Lord knows I could use it! And if not, just getting the fuck out of my apartment would be a blessing. I did jack off thinking of the possibilities of maybe meeting a guy and being bent over in the dungeon, but I stopped mid-week in order to put myself in a randier frame of mind. Saturday finally rolled around (pun intended) and I was almost jumping out of my skin I was so excited. I was also more than a bit nervous. After all, I was walking into a group situation where I was the new guy. What if I didn’t like it or they didn’t like me? I decided that going one time was an adventure in and of itself, and if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have to go back. At least it was an opportunity, right? I prepared myself as requested. Man, had it been awhile since I’d been fucked and just douching made me horny! I donned by old Bike jock strap and leather bulldog harness and I drove to the address provided. I parked and walked to the front door, butterflies in my stomach. There was a note on the door with my name on it. I opened it and it said, “Welcum and well met, friend. Adventure (and desire?) await beyond this portal. If you are strong of will and pure of heart, enter. Follow the signs to the dungeon where your mettle will be tested.” The gothic script was a nice touch, as was the note. It set a good tone and I was excited for the night to begin. So I turned the doorknob and entered. The house was dimmed upstairs, but there was enough light to see by. I followed the signs through the living room to the basement stairway. There was some low, atmospheric music playing. It was akin to the soundtracks that some folk have at Halloween parties. As I headed down the stairs to the “dungeon” I took note of the sign on the sloped riser “Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here.” Again, nice touch. At the bottom of the stairs the dungeon was dark, lit with some fake candles for atmosphere, and a red bulb. There were also black curtains up to make a small ante-chamber of sorts. At the back of this area sat Daddy DM behind a desk. He had on an ornate, leather, demon half-mask with curved horns. He was also wearing a harness and leather wrist cuffs, and a leather arm band on the left. On the desk was a set of ornate D&D dice. The were obsidian with gold numbers and they glittered in the half-light. I also had the distinct impression that we weren’t alone in the dungeon. Like, I could sense that there were other people lurking behind the black curtains, even if I wasn’t sure. My skin just crawled with that feeling. “Welcome,” he said. I am your Dungeon Master. You may address me as such or as ‘Master’ for the remainder of the evening. Is that clear?” “Yes Dungeon Master,” I said in a hushed voice. “We’re very glad to have you as part of this campaign. First, I will give you a safe ‘phrase’ for the evening. This is a precaution and for you to use as you will, although I hope you will enjoy yourself so as not to avail yourself of it. Your safe phrase is ‘holy avenger’. Do you understand?” Again I replied, “Yes, Dungeon Master.” Although my mind was starting to spin a bit trying to figure out why I might need a safe phrase. Like, how far did this fantasy role playing go? I didn’t want guys to start smacking me with fake swords and stuff. “Come forward. It’s time to create your character.” He produced a character sheet from a desk drawer and a heavy, ornate fountain pen. “You are to be a Paladin. After all, it is the first character that came to your mind when we chatted, and our campaign has never had one. Our character profile tends to skew much darker than Lawful Good,” he grinned. “First, however, what will be your name henceforth?” I had been thinking of names since I had been invited, so I was ready. “Astor. I would like to be known as Astor. Astor the Pure.” The DM looked at me and smirked. “Ass.. tore. How fitting.” This was met with a few hushed snickers from behind the curtain. “And are you pure, as your name states? Meaning in this case, are you HIV negative?” “Yes, Dungeon Master,” I whispered. The DM looked at me as a slow smile spread across his face. “Well then. Well met, Astor... the pure.” The Dungeon Master then had me roll the dice and determine my hit points and various character qualities. Within 10 minutes we had my character fleshed out. The DM took the sheet and pen from me and put them back in the drawer. I was a bit confused by this until he spoke again. “The campaign will begin shortly and you’ll get your character sheet back at that time. But first, Astor the Pure, are you ready to begin your solo adventure?” “Solo adventure, Master?” I inquired hesitantly. “Astor, you have not yet met up with the rest of your adventure party. You must journey to meet them at a distant tavern. Are you ready to begin?” “Yes Dungeon Master”, I nodded. “Roll the d20,” he commanded. I rolled it and watched as the d20 betrayed me. It was a 2. The DM chuckled low and throaty. “A 2. Well, it seems misfortune is following you, Astor. While bathing yourself in the local stream, all of your clothes are stolen. Disrobe now and leave your clothes over there,” he said as he pointed to the foot of the staircase. “Um… do you mean for real or…,” I started to say. The look the DM gave me told me everything I needed to know. I took off all my clothes. His eyes glittered like the obsidian dice on the table. When I got down to a jock and harness I was told I could keep those on along with my boots. “Roll the d20 again,” he commanded. And again the die was not kind. It was a 4. “Oh dear,” he said with a sneer, “You seem to have stumbled upon a roving band of Orcs.” His eyes glinted in the half-light and my stomach clenched. Orcs? No. He wasn’t going down the route of the fantasy I had texted him during our conversation a week ago. I heard shuffling and movement from behind the curtain and I started to shiver. “Roll the d20 again. This is going to determine which die you roll for just how many Orcs you will face. The number on the d20 will be rounded up to the next nearest die type. For instance, if you roll a 3, you will then roll a 1d4. If you roll a 5 or 6, a 1d6. 7-8, a 1d8, etc. May the fates be kind.” I hesitated. The d20 had been rolling low for me, so perhaps it was a loaded die? Did I really want to go through with this? I had a safe phrase. I could opt out. I was shaking I was so nervous, but it was also that nervous shiver from excitement. I could still back out later if things went off the rails. So I picked up the die and rolled…. I got an 11. “An 11. That means you’ll be rolling the 1d12 to determine the size of the Orc band. And may the odds be ever in your favor,” he snorted. This entire time I heard movement and low murmurs from behind the curtain. There were definitely a few men back there, how many I could not tell. The got quiet as I picked up the 12 sided die to roll for how many marauders I would face. I rolled. A 12. Fuck. “Astor the Pure. On your journey to the tavern to meet up with your band of adventurers, you were set upon by 12 Orcs. Although you struggled valiantly, one Paladin was no match for 12 Orcs. 12 Orcs that had been without companionship for months while on the road.” The DM swept the dice off the desk, put them into a velvet bag and placed them in the desk drawer. He then stood up and with a gesture directed me to enter the curtained area behind the desk. I obeyed. As soon as the curtain swept closed behind me, I was actually set upon by what I assumed to be the “orcs”. It was really dark and I couldn’t see much yet. The orcs were rough as they subdued me. One orc held me in a headlock from behind, fully pressed up against me. I felt his hard cock nosing into the cleft of my ass. At least two other orcs grabbed my arms. One roughly grabbed my cock through my jock strap. My mind was reeling and I was having trouble forming coherent thoughts. Was this really happening? Was I about to be fucked by 12 guys?? Am I up for this? Do I even WANT this to happen? I was very conflicted but was also very turned on. A brief mouth on my cock sort of pushed me over the edge and I relaxed into the situation. A moan escaped my lips. The orcs then walked me forward to the glow in the dungeon, the one behind me keeping me in a headlock. As my eyes adjusted I could see they were leading me to a sling. There was a dim red light above and some fake red candles in the sling alcove, all giving the area a hellish cast. When we got to the sling area, my captors released me and turned me around. That’s when I saw their faces (and bodies) for the first time. There were 5 Orcs there, and each had on an identical grimacing leather “orc” mask. Their faces were totally obscured. They even had eye black around their eyes to add a dark touch. Each orc was also dressed in various leather gear. It did not escape my attention that each Orc was also fully erect and impressively endowed. My eyes passed over each of them in turn. One orc appeared to be a younger, twink type. Bulldog harness and nothing else. Tight, hairless body, with a good 7 inches on him. His cock was curving up toward his navel, and his balls were tight to his body. He licked his lips. The second Orc (we’ll call him uncut Orc) was a stocky, Hispanic guy. Old school harness that had a strap down to a cock ring. Thick chest and arms, with leather/metal bicep cuffs. His cock was a fat, uncut, hefty piece of meat jutting straight out from his body. Maybe 6.5”, but wide, especially in the middle. There was already a glistening strand of precum drooling from his foreskin covered head. The third one was obviously an older man- perhaps late 60’s or more? It was hard to tell, not being able to see his face, but he sort of had that skinny, grandpa physique. No harness, but he had on chaps. And Jesus fucking Christ. One of the biggest dicks I’d ever seen on a human. Had to be 10 inches at least. Straight as an arrow. And meaty thick. Not maybe as thick as the Hispanic Orc, but definitely a fucktube of epic proportions. And a set of ridiculous low hangers on him too. My hole puckered tightly just seeing him. The fourth Orc was a goddamn muscle god. One of those model-proportioned physiques that you see in porn or in fitness mags. He had on these crotchless neoprene shorts and sort of leather suspender things. He had to have at least 7.5” or more of dick sticking out below his perfect six pack, but it was hard to tell from the wicked left curve of the shaft. I’m pretty sure he’s been the one holding me from behind. The last Orc was a Black guy. Bulldog harness and a black jock that was pulled aside to reveal a beautiful piece of meat arcing out and down away from his slight Dad bod gut. My guess was 8.5 to 9” of shiny, ebony cock. Muscle Orc spoke first in a rough voice. “Get in the sling, Paladin. We need release, and you are going to provide it. DO IT!” I hopped up into the sling and scooted my body until I was comfortable. The Orcs set to securing me—they put my booted feet in the stirrups and cinched them tight around my ankles. My wrists were also secured with cuffs tied together in front of me. I wasn’t going anywhere. Hispanic Orc stepped up to the head of the sling and commanded me to suck him. “Open that mouth, Astor, and get to work pleasing me.” I turned my head so he had easier access to my mouth. I opened up and he grabbed my head and pushed his cock roughly inside. I could taste his precum as his silken foreskin became my tongue’s plaything. “Who’s going first?” I heard one of the others ask. “Let me go first, guys,” another said. “I’m not gonna last long and I’ll get him all lubed up for the rest of you.” At this point I came back to myself a bit and broke off sucking the Hispanic orc. “Um, guys? What about protection?” I asked. They all laughed. Black orc said harshly, “Orcs don’t use sheep skin sheathes… we use Paladin intestines.” The others laughed again. “Dungeon Master?” I cried out plaintively. His voice floated to me from the dark recesses of the dungeon. “You have your safe phrase. You have the ability to end the adventure any time you so choose. The others will abide. However, it was you who fantasized about being full of dirty orc seed.” Again, my mind was spinning. What do I do? Do I let these strangers fuck me without condoms? Were they going to cum in me? I mean, obviously that’s exactly what they planned to do. But I was negative and mostly played safe. I was fraught with conflicting emotions. Fear. Excitement. Nervousness. Desire. Shame. In the pause where my mind was racing, Hispanic orc set about fucking my mouth again. Cradling my head with one hand as he slowly pistoned back and forth. During this, I suddenly felt a hand fumbling with my cock to remove it from my jock, and then a warm, wet presence enveloped me. One of them was sucking my dick and suddenly desire moved to the forefront. Dark, twisted, wicked desire. My fear melted and I knew I was going to get them fuck me however they wanted to fuck me. The moan that escaped my mouth was enough acquiescence for the Orcs. While sucking and being sucked, I was suddenly invaded by a slickened finger. They were lubing me up for the onslaught to come. First one finger, then two. More lube. More fingers. I noted that the fingers were kind of rough and scratchy while lubing me up. I hoped the fucks would go smoother. “That pure hole should be good n prepped now,” I heard one of them say. “Have at him, boy. Fill him with your special orc lube.” I pulled off sucking again just long enough to say, “Dungeon Master, sir? May I please have some poppers?” “Provide him with the ‘Potion of Liberation’,” I heard the DM say. And a bottle of poppers was placed in my tethered hands. I fumbled with the cap and unscrewed the lid. I heard the “pffft” and knew it was a fresh bottle. I managed to bring my bound hands to my face, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. As the euphoria was setting in, I felt the first cock head push against my hole. I opened my eyes and looked forward to see who was fucking me first. It was the twink Orc. Thankfully he was working in slowly as my pucker relaxed under the influence of the provided potion. He was using his hips in time with the sling to slowly move his cock back and forth into my ass. Each thrust went just a fraction deeper. And deeper. And deeper until his pelvis was resting against my ass. “His ass is like a wet furnace, y’all!” the twink orc said. And then he started fucking. At first I was having trouble relaxing so his curved 7” was uncomfortable inside me, but slowly I gave into the feeling and my hole relaxed. Plus seeing this lithe, tight bodies boy fucking me with a ghoulish mask on was tapping into some dark fantasies that were really tripping my trigger. Around us the other Orcs were watching. The Hispanic orc was jacking his uncut meat slowly by my face. Grandpa orc and Black orc were flanking the twink as he fucked me. Muscle Orc walked up to the other side of the sling and reached out to start pawing at my chest. His hands found my nipples and he started tweaking them lightly. “Oh JESUS YES!” I shouted as he had found my on switches. My nips had always been wired directly to my hole. Touching them makes me go into overdrive and also makes me go into bottom dick pig mode. “Fuck man, whatever you’re doing to him-- don’t stop!” said the Twink Orc. “His hole is power gripping my tool—I’m gonna lose it soon!” The twink Orc sped up his tempo and the sling chains were rattling as he pounded into my ass. He started grunting with each thrust, getting louder and louder. Then he rammed in hard and cried out. I could feel his young cock spasming in my guts. Seven, eight, nine, ten pulses… and more. I could honestly feel the jets of load striking my ass walls, filling me up with his seed. “Christ that was hot,” he said as he pulled out. “Next!” He and Hispanic Orc traded places. I heard him lube up, and then the pressure of that fat cock entering me. While the twink had definitely lubed me up and gotten me into fuck mode, I wasn’t quite ready for the thickness pushing past my ring. “More poppers,” I mumbled as I struggled with the bottle again. Once I got that popper high going, my hole relaxed and that uncut cock started sliding in and out with a regular rhythm. Twink Orc pulled my head to his cock “Suck me clean, Paladin,” he commanded. I obeyed. Muscle orc started in on my nips again and I was moaning with a mouthful of spent, slimy cock. I felt a mouth on my dick again, and my synapses started to short circuit. The pleasure was crazy intense. I was almost on the verge of cumming and I knew that would be a mistake at this point, so I pulled off the twink cock and said, “Please- no more playing with my dick. I’m too close.” The mouth action stopped immediately. “We wouldn’t want to kill your insatiable bottom mood, would we?” said Grandpa orc, as he had been the one sucking me off. “I’m close,” Hispanic orc said suddenly. A few pumps later and I could tell he was cumming inside me. He never stopped fucking though, just kept that same steady tempo as his Orc babies oozed out inside my ass. He eventually did a slow pull out of my ass, and I could feel semen trickle out of my hole. I was taking raw cock and letting masked strangers cum in my ass… and I was fucking turned up to eleven by it. “I think it’s about time we ruined Astor the Pure, what do you think?” said Grandpa Orc as he stepped up to the plate. Oh shit, I thought. His dick was mammoth, and it fucking scared me. I’d never come anywhere near taking a cock that big. Ever. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to. Part of me was excited by the prospect, but most of me was steeling myself to disappoint everyone by using my safe phrase. I felt Grandpa Orc’s cockhead push against my ring and I locked eyes with him. “Hold on while I hit the poppers again,” I pleaded. He paused with his head at my hole, his hands gripping the sling chains. I inhaled deeply and multiple times. As the potion took hold, I closed my eyes and said, “Please… go slow.” To his credit, he did. At first. He popped his head past my sphincter and slowly inched forward into me. It was the longest instroke I had ever experienced in my life. It just kept going and going. Eventually it hit a point inside me where it stopped. “Are you all the way in?” I asked hopefully. He laughed. “Nope. I still have about two inches left. We gotta open up that second ring tho.” So he started to slowly rock back and forth, his head pushing on that area so deep in my guts where nothing had ever gone before. It hurt, but in this pleasure-ache way that was completely foreign and new to me. I took another hit of poppers while he did this and that seemed to do the trick. Suddenly, there was a shift deep in my guts and he slid the rest of the way in. And I swear I saw heaven. I gasped and cried out as he hilted himself all the way inside me. “There it is!” chucked Black Orc while Muscle Orc said, “He’s never gonna be the same now. He’s just been introduced to the +5 Holy Dick of Destruction!” They all laughed as Grandpa Orc set about fucking me. He ground his hips into me and worked his cock around inside. He then did some short stroking with his cock buried in me, and I think I started speaking in tongues. The pleasure was incredible. Eventually Grandpa Orc pulled out most of the way and then slid back in to the hilt. Ad he did it again. And again. And again. And then he started to pick up tempo— and my hole was in fuck heaven with the seeming miles of cockflesh that was stroking in and out of me. During this fuck, Muscle Orc found my nips again and I went berserk. I was now shouting and entreating Grandpa Orc to fuck the hell out of me. To fucking use me and not to stop. I was also getting close to orgasming. The deep gut stroke of his dick and the nip work and the scene was just fucking too much. “Jesus Christ! I’m about to cum!” I shouted. “You are fucking my load out of me! I’m going to cum hand’s free! FUCK! DON’T STOP!” With a strangled cry I started launching volley after volley of jizz all over my chest. This triggered Grandpa Orc and he buried into me and launched his nut deeper than any cum had ever been inside me before. My ass clamped down on him so hard as I was cumming I think I was trying to keep him inside me forever. “He ain’t pure no more,” Grandpa Orc said. “That dirty orc seed was planted up by his spleen!” I was coming down off the most intense orgasm of my life, and his comment faintly registered in my brain. What did he mean by dirty orc seed? I hope he wasn’t HIV positive or anything. But I’m sure the DM would know and not have poz guys here- especially when condoms weren’t being used. The thought was quickly banished as that massive cock slowly started slithering out of my ass. Normally I can’t get fucked after I cum, my ass switching to “exit only” mode. But being trussed up in a sling, I didn’t have the chance to object. “I’ll go next,” Muscle Orc said. “I like a sloppy, worn out cunt.” His curved meat was at my hole and he was pushing in with little fanfare. He fucked exactly how his body would suggest he fucked. It was all about him. I wanted to do poppers, but he didn’t stop fucking me long enough so I could take a hit. When I asked him if I could he said No. I was uncomfortable and not enjoying it much because I’d just cum, but he didn’t care. He pistoned into me, slamming my ass with his meat. Smacking his pelvis into my ass hard. Pulling the sling back into him and impaling me on his cock. Thankfully, Black Orc took mercy on me and he started to lightly brush my nips. This got me going again, albeit slowly. Eventually however, with the help of the nipple work, I was back into fuckhole mode and begging for Muscle Orc to breed me. The other guys who had kind of disappeared into the dark started filtering back to the sling now. They were watching this hot muscle stud use me. “AWWW FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AWWW SHIT YEAH! FUUUUUUUUUCK YOU!” he shouted as he unloaded into my guts. I could feel him cumming, just like the twink orc. I gotta admit—feeling a cock spit it’s load inside of my ass was becoming an incredible turn on. Muscle Orc yanked out of my hole as soon as his orgasm ended, sending a spray of cum spattering all over the cement floor. He then smacked my ass and headed off into the dark area of the dungeon. Black Orc was next. Now he also had a massive cock, and I was a bit worried on how my ass would take it after the beating it had already taken. “Hit the poppers, bud. You’re gonna need ‘em,” he said in a low voice. “Shit, this is gonna be good,” said Twink Orc as he came up to stand near my head. I hit the poppers hard. They had barely taken affect when he shoved into me. And I mean, shoved. All at once. To the hilt. It hurt like a motherfucker! I screamed out in pain as his dick impaled me. He was long like Grandpa Orc, but not quite as long. So his dick wasn’t going all the way up in my second ring. His massive head was just pounding the hell out of it and pushing just barely in. The pleasure-pain was excruciating. He didn’t always drill that deep, but he fucked the snot out of my ass. The sling chains were bouncing with every thrust, and I was whimpering and keening as his dick was wrecking my guts. Occasionally he would ram all the way home and I’d cry out in pain. “Holy…. Holy…. HOLY….” I managed to say as he pounded into my guts as my insides spasmed in pain. Twink Orc was rock hard and jacking by my face while watching the show. I just had to say “Avenger” and the pain would stop. It would all stop. And I wanted it to… but I also kind of didn’t want it to. “AWW SHIT I’M ABOUT TO NUT!” he shouts and I say a silent prayer. One last time he rams in deep and I cry out in pain. I can feel his massive head throbbing deep inside me as he unloads. “Oh FUCK!” Says Twink Orc, as he grabs my head and pushes his cock into my mouth. I’m dimly aware that each orifice is being flooded with semen. The twink’s dick is jumping in my mouth and the jets of sperm are hitting the back of my throat making me gag. But he keeps a firm grip on my head until he’s done. Then they both pull out at the same time. I feel tears roll down the sides of my face. Tears of relief. It’s over, I think… until I have a sudden, gut-wrenching realization. 12 Orcs were supposed to fuck me—and this was just five…. My spirit broke a little at that point. I was left in the sling for a few minutes while they regrouped. I could hear low voices off in the dungeon, as they chatted with the Dungeon Master. Suffice it to say, each orc took another turn on me. Evidently they’d all done the Elixir of Perpetual Arousal (Viagra) earlier, as they were all ready to go again. My ass was so sore and my insides so bruised that the next five fucks passed in kind of a fever dream. I’m pretty sure I dissociated during it, and went into a fugue state. The fucks were just something that I was dimly aware was happening. Well, until Grandpa Orc fucked me again. That was incredible, although a bit more painful as Black Orc had pummeled the hell out of my second ring. I don’t think I was conscious for his second ravaging. I finally sort of came back to myself and took note that I was now lying on a low, single bed, the dim red light of the dungeon still glowing around me. How I got out of the sling, I honestly don’t recall. I just knew that I was alone, on a bed, still in the dungeon. “And how is Astor the Impure feeling?” I heard the Dungeon Master ask from somewhere behind my head. “Sore,” I mumbled. “And tired. And more than a bit grateful that it’s all over, Dungeon Master.” “Oh, your adventure isn’t over yet, Astor. You see, I haven’t had my turn yet. The Orcs each took two turns on you—well, Bobby took three technically, as he used your mouth for one of his loads. Damn, that kid can shoot, huh? Anyway, that was 11 turns. The die spoke and chose 12. So that leaves me.” As he said this, he walked around the bed to face me. He was still wearing his horned mask and harness, but now he was naked. He really did have an impressive physique. Muscular but not overdone. Furry chest and belly. Salt and pepper in his beard. And jutting out proudly from his groin was a beercan of a cock. Truly it looked like a can of beer with a cock head on it. It was maybe 7” at a stretch, but it was at least that in circumference, or more. And he was uncut, the skin partially covering his cock head. And there was a glistening drop of precum at his piss slit. A smile played across the Dungeon Master’s face. “I see you staring at my cock, Astor. Don’t worry, I’m not like the others. I’m not going to hurt you with it. No, I’m going to make you beg for me to fuck you. But I do enjoy letting the boys go first. It makes entry… less challenging. Besides, I do love fucking a cum-filled hole.” I groaned at the prospect of what was coming. I honestly didn’t think my ass could take anymore. It was intensely sore and I had a dull ache radiating waves inside me—somewhere below my belly button, but deep. I briefly remembered that I had a safe phrase that I could utter, but I had temporarily forgotten what it was. “Turn over, Astor. Get on all fours at the edge of the bed. If you please.” Slowly, I did as I was commanded. Fear was gnawing at my stomach. But as I was kneeling, the fuck didn’t come. Instead, a soft touch started caressing my back. It wasn’t flesh to flesh, it felt… furry. I could tell it was the Dungeon Master rubbing my back with something. Later I learned that it was a mink glove. All I know is that after being ravaged by the Orcs, this felt amazing. The smooth, cool petting was making the skin on my back come alive. I shivered. He started running the glove over my ass. My legs. My balls. As he was doing this, I felt a warm, wet presence at my asshole. I tensed up, but soon realized that it was his tongue. He was licking and probing my hole with his broad, flat tongue. Lapping at it while simultaneously rubbing me with the fur glove. My spent, sore body was starting to awaken, and I felt my cock hardening. My arousal was slowly rekindling under his ministrations, the fear in my gut slowing transforming to desire. Eventually I gave my mind and body over to what Master was doing and just let myself simply exist in the moment. It was liberating. He could tell by how my body was reacting that I was getting there. The mink glove slowly worked back up to my shoulder area. His tongue left my ass crack, to eventually be replaced by the broad head of his cock. He wasn’t pushing into me, it merely was resting there. Nudging around. Teasing. The glove worked around to my nipples, and when the mink made contact my body lit on fire. I started to have involuntary shivers and spasms, my back began to arch, and my ass to hump back into Master. “You really do have sensitive nipples, don’t you Astor?” I could hear the rough arousal in his voice. He kept teasing me with the glove. “Sir… Oh fuck! Oh yes! You have no idea Master… oh shit. Jesus!” “Get on your back, Astor.” I flipped over, hungrily. The Dungeon Master slowly crept up onto the bed with me. He took off the glove and put it aside. I think he saw me pouting a bit at that, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m just going to work your nipples with other things now. It’s a bitch to get cum and lube out of mink.” Without breaking eye contact with me, his mouth slow descended to my throbbing erection. Feeling the wet heat of his mouth on my dick, coupled with the demonic mask was sending my desire skyrocketing. It was so hot watching him slowly work my cock with his bearded mouth. I was shivering once again and my breathing was shallow. From there, he methodically worked his mouth up my stomach to my chest, eventually finding my nipples. Feeling his mouth on my nipples, his tongue flicking up and down, his teeth lightly nibbling and teasing the pebbled flesh created a sexual urgency in me that I had rarely experienced. I needed him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me. I NEEDED. “Please… oh dear god… PLEASE fuck me Dungeon Master SIR! Can’t…. take… much… more…” I croaked. “Need…. Cock… in… me.” He abruptly pulled off my nipple and his mouth found mine. And hoh. Lee. Fuck! What a fantastic kisser! You know how sometimes kissing just is awkward and does nothing for you and it’s like your mouths are fighting? But then other times you kiss a guy and everything just fucking works and you can’t get enough and their lips are soft and the beard rough and it’s like electricity? Yeah, it was the second one. In spades. I was literally seeing fireworks behind my eyes as his body pressed into mine as we made out like horny teenagers. When we finally broke the kiss, I couldn’t take any more. “Fuck me. NOW.” I commanded. I didn’t even bother with calling him Dungeon Master or anything. I was a full, free, active participant at this point and I was going to bottom him so hard. He grabbed the lube and greased his prodigious cock. I asked for a little and fingered some into my well-worn asshole. I lifted my legs to give him access, and he hooked his muscular arms in the crooks of my knees. He lined up his cock, and slowly started to push inside me as his glittering eyes held mine. Fuck, it was like being split open again, but I didn’t care. It burned like a motherfucker and I knew my asshole was probably tearing a bit. But fuck it. I needed him in me like I’d never needed anything before. Thankfully, he took his time- doing small back and forth movements to slowly work my hole open. I was doing my best breathing exercises to relax my hole and take it, seeing as how I didn’t have any poppers handy. I stared into his eyes and locked my hands behind his neck as he opened me up around his cuntwrecker. When he finally bottomed out, I pulled him into a deep kiss. I was in blissful heaven as I was full beyond measure with cock. With HIS cock. And his mouth on mine was bellows to my inner fire. I could feel him slowly start to fuck me as my hole yielded to him completely. He sighed into my mouth. I don’t know how long we fucked, I really don’t. 10 minutes? 2 hours? I completely lost all sense of time drowning in wave after wave of pleasure. Mind, body, and spiritual pleasure. He was soul fucking me and I finally grasped what that meant. Toward the end I was holding my feet and pulling my legs wide for him and begging him to breed me. He was fucking me hard, his left hand holding me down at the base of my throat, the right flicking my left nipple. The extra nipple attention pushed me right over the edge. I started spraying my load everywhere. It felt like I was emptying out a year’s worth of semen all the way from my toes. I just kept coming and coming, gobbets spewing everywhere. As I looked up at my Master, I saw his head tilt back and he roared as he unleashed volley after volley after volley of hot seed deep into me. I could feel the wet heat of him sere my insides. It truly felt like a demon was cumming the very fires of hell into me. After our collective spasming subsided, he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty, sticky heap. We kissed more in our post-orgasmic haze- slowly, deeply and languidly, eventually drifting off to sleep. I awoke sometime later, completely discombobulated. Dungeon Master stirred beside me. “Um, I should probably go home now sir.” I whispered. “That’s your choice, Astor. Did you have a good adventure at least?” “Honestly? The guys taking turns on me was fun at first, but it kind of got to be a bit much. And I can’t believe it was all bareback sex and they came in me. I normally only let guys I’m dating do that. But the sex with you? Wow. Fucking WOW. So I would do it all again, if it meant getting to right here.” “I’m glad to hear that, and I really enjoyed fucking you. I haven’t been that connected with a guy in quite some time. I look forward to doing it again,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I also don’t mind sharing you with the others. You are a full member of our campaign, now. We’ll actually have D&D nights—sex totally optional. It won’t be like it was tonight; unless you want it to be.” “I’m honestly not sure I could take another session like that one,” I said. “But I think I wouldn’t mind having grandpa Orc fuck me again. That dick hit places I didn’t even know existed in me.” He laughed. “That’s Roger. And yeah, it’s pretty amazing. He actually left his card and number for you. I think your ass charmed him. As did your no-handed orgasm.” As I was getting dressed to leave, a niggling thought had finally worked it’s way through my brain to my mouth. “Um, Dungeon Master? Nobody used a condom tonight… so, everyone is, um negative… right? I mean, they wouldn’t have cum in me if they were positive… right?” He walked me up the stairs and to the front door. “Oh Astor,” he said shaking his head. “Remember when I asked you to roll dice during our initial chat? That was to determine what type of guys would be fucking you tonight.” “And I rolled a 7,” I stated flatly. This was a low number. Icy fear gripped the pit of my stomach. “Yes. You did. And your dice chose your path. Remember, we did give you a safe phrase so that you could have stopped the adventure at any point, but you didn’t. And if you search your soul, I think you’ll discover why you didn’t. I was stunned and starting to panic a bit. I found myself out on the porch as he was slowly closing the door. “Until we meet again, Astor. Oh, and when you get home, you may want to make a saving throw versus poison.”

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?!

Whenever I see a picture or video of some cute boy or a shemale sucking a big cock or getting fucked up the ass bareback by hung men I wonder if their father has ever seen the picture or video and if they jerk off to it. l have actually happened across a few that I am fairly certain are my son. Plus I have actually had a couple men send me emails telling me they fucked him and telling me what a slut my gay son is along with several pictures and videos of him getting fucked. At first I thought it was a bitter ex but then I noticed every picture and every video was with a different man. l already knew he was a bit of a slut but seeing the proof was still a bit surprising. Plus I have actually seen him with guys in the house, backyard and in a parked car. At first I was shocked and angry about the videos and pictures on the internet but now I admit I jerk off to them frequently. Any of you guys ever actually see your boy get fucked and if it was on the internet do you watch it repeatedly and jerk off?

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.

"Sally's gone man. You leveled with her when you were rolling. She knows you're gay." Zeke's cock softened and he finally pulled out. Fuck. Mike's head started spinning. Of course he'd admitted it to himself once. But he swore he'd take his secret to the grave. He and Sally were already committed and he liked pussy well enough. A new hard dick pushed into his ass. Fuck it felt good. What was happening? "Wait who are you?" There was no response except a forearm pressed firmly into his back and this stranger started fucking his ass in rhythm. Mike was confused, paralyzed and enjoying having his ass fucked. He couldn't believe how amazing it was.

Another night of bathhouse fun with my man last night! so we decide to go hit up the bathhouse last night and when we drive up the parking lot is packed. We get the rooms and towels, and go get naked. Walk around and see plenty of good looking guys cruising. One room with the door open, and a daddy sucking off another daddy. But we keep going, looking for some cock to suck ourselves and find ourselves in the steam room. About 12 guys in there, and a hot black guy on his knees servicing a decent white cock. My man and I get our cocks out and watch with everyone else til the black guy gets a nice surprise in his mouth. We all sit there for a bit , and I can tell my man is interested in the black guy next to him so I nudge him over to him. He takes his place on his knees in front of him and gets to work, sucking his cock, licking his balls. That’s when a Hispanic guy with a furry chest sits down across from us to watch. I LOVE a nice Hispanic cock, so I drop to my knees without even the okay from my man and pop his cock in my mouth. He’s half chub but start moaning loudly and gross to full size - I’d say about 9 inches and thick. He’s moaning loudly when my man taps me on the shoulder and says he wants to switch so I scoot over to the black man. His cock isn’t as big, but the scent and taste of sweat is stronger and invigorating. I sit there and suck his cock, rub his hole, and play with his nipples until he’s close and pulls me off unfortunately. And that’s when I notice my man sitting next to him watching - he made the big Hispanic cock cum. Well I kept trying to suck off the black man while my man and the crowd watched but he never would cum, so we decided to go cool off in the pool. After cooling off, I saw the Hispanic guy walk back in the steam room. And I wanted his cum this time. So we went back in and I dropped to my knees. His cock was soft but I was determined and kept sucking as he got harder and harder and my man watched. Finally, after a long while of sucking, and him shoving my mouth all the way down on his monster, I got my reward. He got up and left and I sat next to my man as a hot daddy came up and dropped to his knees for us, swapping back and forth sucking us both while we made out until we eventually came down his throat.

Unpopular Opinion Coming: Not aimed at this poster in particular, because I don’t know him, but if we really want to help with the racism problem online and in the “gay community,” we need to call it all out, not just when inhibits sexual and social access to white guys. Unfortunately, many (a lot them born in the US) Latino, Asian and middle eastern gay men only see themselves as a minority when the white guy doesn’t want to have sex with them or they are not invited to the dinner party. Any other time, They are telling themselves they have some honorary white or buffer class status and will participate, deflect or even defend racist activities. I’ve said it many times: most of the racism I have experienced in the gay community has been from these groups. Some will do, listen to, say or put up with anything to be with a white guy. And we wonder why some of these dudes are so bold about it? As a whole, Black, white, Asian and Latino and other men really need to stop pumping up these racists guys egos. I mean look at the post a few months back about the guy in the capital riot. You had a lot of dudes online still putting on the cape for this guy, ready to fuck. (including Asians and latinos). In regards to this post, I would laugh it off. A lot of folks have deep seeded issues about their own viability (I.e. they ain’t all that) and I wouldn’t be surprised in five years if he contacted you trying to fuck. We had a bartender in our city who was known for appropriating elements of black culture. He was “white only” of course and made no bones about it online. Well now that the bartending job, the six pack abs and the downtown apartment is gone, but the bad habits are still there, guess who hits me up online years later?! Hilarious. Nothing reverses the racist thoughts of some gay men like time.

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!

This is a work of fiction and should not be re-enacted in anyway. This story is also a continuation of Shawn's New Contract which you can read here: Part 1: Christian's Freedom Wow! Christian thought. An opportunity to get fucked by Shawn Mendes?! Hell yeah I'm taking this! Christian was a 20-year old college student with very mediocre grades. He went to an elite private school, but only because his family was rich. Instead of studying, Christian spent hours and hours in the gym every single day, perfecting his body. He got looks everywhere he went. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of him? He's 6'1", blonde hair, blue-eyes, 8 inch cock, nice firm bubble butt, washboard abs, massive pecs, and respectfully large biceps. Everyone wanted him, girls, boys, old men, old women. He loved the attention. He even thought about making an account on some websites to sell vids. Christian had seen those videos of Shawn recently, but he doubted those were real. He immediately signed the paperwork and was so excited to have everyone watch him get fucked senseless. Fast forward: Christian was being escorted out of the playroom and into the tattoo parlor across the hall where a large biohazard symbol was tattooed to his chest. Fuck. He thought. This was all actually real. "Come by my office when you are done here," John said. Christian wondered what would be happening during this meeting. He walked into John's office and sat in the chair opposite his desk, still naked, tattoo burning. "So you saw what happened in there?" John asked. "Yes. But, I didn't think any of it was real." Christian was terrified. John laughed. "What an idiot. First, you didn't read what you were signing. How could those videos be fake?" "I...I don't know, sir." "Well let's stop right there. In your contract you signed your body away to me. I own you. Just like I owned Shawn. Would you like to see what happened to him?" Christian swallowed. "Y...yes." "Good boy. Follow me." John led Christian down to the basement. Christian opened the door and what Christian saw was terrifying. Shawn's lifeless body was strapped to a chair with multiple IV's pumping blood out of him and into small syringes. His skin was so pale. "This is our new harvesting factory, overseen by my brother Joshua. As we already mentioned, we believe Shawn had the most toxic DNA in the world. But soon, that will be you." John smirked. Christian's heart sank. This is where he would end up. "Come, let's get you to bed. The sooner Shawn's DNA takes you over, the sooner we can get you looking prim and proper." John patted Christian's shoulder and brought him back upstairs. Christian laid in bed and opened up his phone. Ever since he saw Shawn in thay chair his cock had been straining in the cage he was put in and he was ashamed of that. He immediately went to his university's student portal and dropped out of school, then sent a few texts and cut ties with his family. This is it, he thought. Over the next week he was only allowed to walk around naked and was allowed very little to do other than exercise. But then, one morning, he woke up extremely sick. So sick he could barely leave his bed. John brought him to the doctor where it was revealed he was POZ. The doctor shook his head, all these boys Shawn hangs out with, he thought. When Christian and John arrived home, the video of Christian being converted was posted online. "Come, let's get you ready for tonight," John said. Christian followed John into a room he had never seen where, low and behold, right in front of him was a solid black suit, just like the one Shawn had worn. "Black, the color of death..." To be continued...

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

I don’t have a son but I have had that experience (somewhat) with my daughters.

I've never thought of my own father that way, he repulses me. We are not close emotionally. He was a very distant father. I'm sure that's the reason I have always liked older guys. As well as craving attention and approval from father figures, being an eager submissive whore to Daddies to please them, and just having been an overall total slut going home with any man that propositioned me in the hopes that his defiling my fresh, young flesh would make him happy and that he would love me. But that could be my therapist sneaking in. I love incest porn, especially Dad/son and that's my favorite role play. I've been a very good son for many Dad's!

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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.

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've got a chubby fuckboy I use regularly. He's only about 5ft 6in, he's hairy, round belly and big beefy ass with the deepest crack I've ever had. He's built like a little tank. I love to get on his back and slide my cock between his meaty cheeks, probing for his hole and when I find it I thrust into him up to my balls. He needs a real hard fucking so I pound him ruff. I love feeling my crotch and balls slamming against his big butt. Man I love creaming that chubby kid's ass.

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 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.

My name is Robert Kendall Allen, and this is the story of how I got pozzed. My mother was barely 18 when I was born. I never really knew my dad since my mother wouldn't marry him. She told me nothing about him except that he went away to college while my mom went to the local community college and worked while she raised me with help from her parents. I heard that my dad ended up moving away. I'm not sure where he moved, but I know he never returned to our small town in Illinois. While he had left the town in which he was raised, nevertheless I always would get a birthday card every year from him. He never missed a birthday, until today, the day I turned 21, and this omission is not his fault since he has no idea that I moved out of the small town where I had lived for the first twenty years of my life. Here's how I ended up leaving home; a couple months ago I my mother caught me in bed with another man. Actually the guy was one of my high school teachers. He had been fucking me since my junior year. To say she freaked out would put it mildly. After my teacher left she told me I had to be out off her house by the end off the week. I didn't wait that long and by the next day I had all my shit packed in my car and left. I had a buddy who lived close-by who let me crash with him in exchange for sex, so when I wasn't at my crappy job at the local WalMart (or servicing my straight bud) I was on my laptop seeing who was out there with whom I could play while I temporarily stayed with my 'friend'. I've always been attracted to the older, daddy types. I've never used a condom and knew the risks involved with bareback sex, although I never really chased the bug until now. While on-line I discovered Breedingzone.com and Bugshare.net. The stories always had my dick hard. The thought of getting pozzed up by an older guy and becoming his boy filled my dreams (and my jack-off sessions). I then discovered Barebackrt.com and started my search for the perfect man to knock me up. I concentrated on the listings for Chicago, knowing that city would afford me an excellent chance of meeting the right man to poz me, and when I decided to make the trip to Chicago, I also decided to post my itinerary on bbrts, mentioning I would be at Steamworks, and that I looking to play with an older poz guy. I threw all my belongings in my car and drove the 3 hours to Chicago and quickly found my way to Steamworks, parked my car and went inside, asking for a locker since my funds were limited. I stripped out of my street clothing, and draping a towel around my 28" waist, I went to explore the place. I quickly learned that there were a number of older men who'd love to 'take care' of a boy like me, 20 something, 5' 9", 135 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, lean, smooth build. The one common factor that these Daddies shared was that they were all interested in pozzing-up bottom boy - like me. It didn't take me long to find the man of my dreams. He was in his 40s, about my height, muscular, with blond hair and blue eyes (like me) with a nice piece off meat between his legs (it had to be 5" semi soft). I didn't pack much less and at full mast I am nearly 8". What caught my eye was the biohazard tattoo he had just left off his trimmed pubes. It seemed that I caught his eye as the two of us did this 'dance' as we moved around the place. I lost him for a while until he came up behind me saying seductively "I've been waiting for you to get here." "You saws my post on barebackrt?" "Yes, Boy, I did. Where are you staying in town?" "Don't know yet, just thought I'd check this place out and see what I might 'find'." "What are you looking for?" I answered him, "Anything that may 'CUM' my way" with what I hoped was a seductive smile. With that, the dreamy guy introduced himself as 'Greg', and invited me to join him in his room. I introduced myself as Kendall, using my middle name, thinking my middle name might give me a fresh start. I followed Greg back to his room and once we were inside he shut and locked the door. Greg had a room with a bed on one side and a sling on the other. After we were in his room Greg pulled my towel from my waist exposing my entire body to his inspection. He leaned over and kissed me, his tongue entered my mouth as his hands explored my body. He was touching me in all the right places making me feel so good. I was hoping that this might be the man who would give me what I was seeking, that Greg was the poz Daddy who would take care of me. Greg placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees. I knew what he wanted and took his cock into my mouth, showing him my skills at sucking cock. His rod easily slid into my throat, engorging as time when on. Soon enough I found myself working on an 8" thick cock. After I had worked his cock to to his satisfaction he pulled his hard tool from my hungry mouth and as I looked inquiringly up at him, Greg looked down at me and said, "You're a damn good cock sucker boy, you ever party before?" I knew what he meant from the stories I'd read on breedingzone, "No Sir, but I'm open to the idea." Greg got an evil grin on his face as he led me over to the bed. He had me sit down as he rummaged around in his bag. He pulled out two syringes and a little baggie containing a white crystaline powder. I assumed (correctly, I later learned), it was Tina. He filled both syringes just over half way with the drug. He then added water and waited for the contents to dissolve. Greg then pulled out a tourniquet and worked it over my bicep. He had me pump my fist a few times as he looked for a good vein. Greg spoke to me as he swabbed my arm with some alcohol, "You're going to feel a little pinch when the needle is stuck in your arm. I'm going to pull back and get a flash of blood in the barrel to make sure I've hit the vein. Then I'll empty all this in your arm. When I remove the tourniquet you'll probably feel a warmth rush up your arm. You will feel like you can't breath as you cough out a few times. Then the drug will hit you as your heart begins to beat faster and you'll feel very warm. I want you to go with the feelings and ride the rush. Once you're ready I want your mouth back on my cock as I do myself." Greg had me lay back on the bed as I watched. He found a prominent vein, suck the needle in, pulled back a little to get a small flash of blood and as he pushed the plunger down emptying the contents into me he said, "Ready or not, here it cums!" Greg released the tourniquet and, just as he described I felt a warmth go up my arm into my chest. I felt as if I couldn't breath, I coughed hard two or three times, and then sensed a flush and my heart began to race. I also heard a distinct ringing in my ears and felt as if my eyes were rolling into the back of my head. As I rode my first rush, I looked up at Greg as he smiled down at me. I knew I needed to pleases this man and would do anything he commanded. I just lay there for what seemed like an eternity (but in reality was a couple minutes) when I knew I had to pleases this man, this God who I hope would be the man to not only give me the bug, but maybe he would make me his boy. I knew I needed to pleases this man. I got down on my knees and between his legs to service him as he administered his own slam to himself. I took his semi hard cock deep into my throat. I never knew that I could swallow a man like I was doing to Greg at that moment. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Greg apply the tourniquet to his arm I watched as he swabbed the vein he was going to use. I could see him stick the needle in himself as he drew back to get the small flash in the barrel. Just as he had done to me moments ago, he emptied the entire syringes into his own arm. I heard the click as he removed the tourniquet. He coughed out almost like I had as I knew the second the drugs hit his system. I felt his cock throbbed to its hardest I had felt in my throat as I swear I could feel him cumming, or maybe he was just precumming, but it felt like a ton was flowing out of his dick. Greg didn't say a word as he placed a hand on the back of my head and began to fuck my throat. I felt for a moment that he was going to cum right then and there when he stopped. He lifted my chin and I rose up with his touch as he kissed me with a passion I had never felt. Each of his touches was electric. I knew I wanted this man and he was about to take me, make me his right then and there. My hope was that he'd make me his forever! As we kissed he led me over to the sling. I climbed in without any difficulty and he helped me put my feet in the stirrups as I laid back looking up at this magnificent man. He kissed my feet, licked my inner legs as he worked his way between my legs. He paused for a moment as he licked my balls and sucked my semi-hard dick. The sensation was incredible. I could feel myself getting a little harder but I never reached my full potential. Then Greg went back to my balls and then onto the area between my sack and hole - I felt an increase in pleasure beyond what I had ever known. When he finally found my quivering hole, I thought I was going to explode. I uncontrollably began to moan and writhe around. The more he licked and worked his tongue inside me, the more I wanted his cock, the more I wanted to be he poz bitch. "FUCK GREG! I need you inside me. I need your poz cum, your DNA coursing through my veins." Greg didn't speak a word - he just shoved his hard cock in, balls deep, looking down on me as he began to slowly fuck my ass. I could feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my ass. I'm not sure how long he had been fucking me, but I was certainly enjoying every second. After a couple of minutes of steady fucking, he began to pick up his pace, fucking me harder and faster only to stop, lean in and kiss me before he'd start fucking me some more. He occasionally would pinch my nipples or squeeze my balls as he worked my hole with his cock, keeping up this rhythm for what seemed an eternity of pleasure. After quite a length of time he asked "You ready for my dirty seed, boy?" "Fuck, yes. Your dirty seed will make a great birthday present." Greg then grunted and slammed hard into me as he grunted "OH FUCK! I'M CUMMING! TAKE MY CHARGED LOAD BOY!" as I felt his cock thicken and spasm inside me. I swear I thought I could feel his load as he deposited it inside me. Greg fought to catch his breath as he leaned in to kiss me, his tongue making its way deep into my mouth. After we kissed he pulled back and said, "So today is your birthday in so many ways. Today you'll be born into the poz brotherhood. How old are you today?" as his still rock hard cock was slowly pumped my hole working his charged seed into the walls of my ass. "I turned 21 today." Greg never acknowledged that he heard me when he started to slam fuck me again, "I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!" as his cock once again spasmed inside me once again filling me with his poz seed. "Did you say you're 21 today?" "Yes, sir I am. And you're making it a special day for me, especially since I didn't get my yearly birthday card from my father." Greg looked a little shocked at what I told him but he seemed to brush it off. Suddenly he asked, "Why didn't you get you father's birthday card?" as he continued to work his hard cock inside my cummy hole. I told him the details of how my mother had kicked me out of the house and why I made the decision to seek out a mature man to poz me and (hopefuly) take me in. As I told Greg all this he seemed to know me. He looked down at me with the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen as he began to fuck me harder and harder. He wad fucking me so hard I thought the sling was going to break. Greg grunted out as he seeded my hole again. He had deposited so much cum inside me already some was spilling out as he continued to fuck me as, I'm sure, more was being worked deeper inside me. We kissed again, but there was something different about this kiss. It was more like a kiss two lovers would share. After we stopped kissing, Greg looked at me still with that grin, "Your using your middle name, your first name is Robert." I was shocked. How did this guy I just met know my real first name!? "How did you know that?" Greg never stopped fucking me. He just looked at me as he kept pumping away. "I know your real name because I'm your father." Hearing that had my semi-hard cock going rock hard. Greg kept in fucking me as we kissed again and again. I felt his cock grow harder and thicker deep inside of me. We kissed as he shot yet another load inside me at that same exact moment I shot what I hoped to be my last neg load thinking 'MY OWN FATHER POZZED ME!'

Shawn Mendes was a world-renowned singer and jock heart throb. He got requests from men and women to sleep with them everyday, but he typically turned them down. It was not smart for celebs to go around getting sexed up with everyone who offered. One thing that everyone threw into question was Shawn's sexuality, everyone thought he was gay. This rumor was dispelled by Shawn and his managers on multiple occasions, but Shawn knew that at night, once everyone had gone fo bed, he would pull out his phone and jerk to gay porn. He always thought that one day he would finally fuck a guy, but everyone his age was such a douche and all the old men were creepy and gross. That all changed one night after a concert. Shawn was approached by an older man, atleast 60, after one of his concerts. He had bought a VIP ticket, which was a bit strange but Shawn had seen a lot of strange things on tour. "Hey, that was a great concert," the man said. "I'm John.' "Hey thanks, John!" Shawn said. "I'd really like to get to speak with you more about your music. I work for a major record label and am out scouting some of the world's best talent. That was strange, Shawn thought. He's already famous. "Hey thanks man! I think I'm stuck in my contract right now but maybe a few years in the future," Shawn replied. "Ah I understand. You're a very handsome boy, hope to see you again sometime," John said as he shook Shawn's hand. Shawn was unexpectedly pulled in for a quick peck on the cheek. "See you...later," Shawn said kind of embarassed. Glad that's over, he thought. After Shawn's show a week later, he was approached by John later. Fuck not this creeper again, Shawn thought. "Hey," John said. "Hey John," Shawn said. "You know that mention of your contract, that wasn't a request. I talked to your manager this evening. I'll be taking over your tour starting tonight." Shawn went slack jawed while he shook John's hand and all of a sudden was pulled in again, but this time on the lips. "I'm sure you'll find that I will make you a very special boy," John said while giving Shawn a very sheepish smile and walking off. That was weird, Shawn thought. The next morning Shawn had to begin answering to John, his new manager. His schedule changed a lot. There were many more early mornings and random tasks being assigned. Why on earth was Shawn doing John's laundry?! He thought. John entered the room, "Hey Shawn, I've been thinking." "Yes?" "Well, I need you to refer to me as sir, but that's besides the point. I want you to have a choice in who is your manager since you seemed somewhat taken aback by it when I gave you the news." "What do you mean?" Shawn asked. "I mean I will present what your contract implies and you will decide at the end of the week whether or not our partnership is good." "I guess I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Shawn asked. "Well, no," John said. "But I do value input." At that point, John put his hands in his pockets just wide enough to stretch his lapel and open shirt revealing a small tattoo on his chest that Shawn couldn't make out to see what it was. "Now, I can tell you are quite uncomfortable. Is that because I kissed you?" John asked as he zeroed in on Shawn, getting closer. Shawn was speechless. "I'm guessing that is a yes," John said. "You see, part of the contract that your old manager signed you off to me in included being my lover, taking care of me, and becoming part of my family. I know it may be shock, but experiments in the music industry have really been working out in the long run for a lot of young singers." Shawn was speechless. "You don't have to say anything," John said as he took Shawns hand, cupped his chin (John stood a good 2" over Shawn), and began kissing him. "Your assistants have already begun moving your stuff into my house and my trailer. Should be ready to move in tomorrow night." Shawn was still speechless, he has gone a bit slack jawed. "If you don't have any questions about your contract, you may leave. You have some packing to do and the Music Awards tonight," John said. With that Shawn turned and left. Fuck, why was he not able to say anything? And with as fast as he wanted to get out of there, why was he walking so slow? He'll just sleep this off, he thought as he went to take a nap. But instead of napping, Shawn found himself looking at porn on his phone, not just any porn, daddy porn. And as soon as he came all over his abs, he heard himself moan: "John." Shawn awoke from a nightmare just in time to get ready. He had been leaving the Music Awards and couldn't find his way home. Instead he found himself staring at a bunch of old men, all staring at him wearing a very tight plaid suit as if he would walk through the space they parted for him. He shook his head thinking, this knew manager is just a bit weird. Changes like this happen to young stars all the time in Hollywood. He'll have a new manager soon enough, right? Shawn got up and got ready for the Music Awards tonight. He was surprisingly excited to spend some time with the rest of the team all dressed up. Shawn's stylist had picked a new suit for him to wear on the red carpet. When she took it out of the bag he saw that it was plaid....wait, fuck, plaid just like in my dream, he thought. He shook his head, it's nothing, I probably remember seeing her show me pics of it at one point. At the show, something was off. Shawn was not saying much, was very passive on the red carpet, and found himself being nervous for tonight. He didn't crack many smiles for the camera unless the cameramen told him too. John had also prepared a couple things for him to say about his music if anyone asked. He was doing very well, very... obedient. After the red carpet was over, Shawn's manager pulled him aside and told him that there was a plan for after. He had a special after party to be at that Shawn would join him for, the limo driver will take him right there, and "Don't worry, the will be a camera man following you around with a small teleprompter. We're working on getting a new tour video up so just follow along." Shawn was speechless after John walked off. After the awards show, Shawn went down to the street and got into the limo. Fuck, he thought, why am I do nervous over an after party? he thought. The limo soon stopped, Shawn got out of the car, buttoned the jacket of his tight suit, and heard the driver say John told him to tell Shawn to go upstairs. Shawn expected a mass of fans outside snapping pictures. This wasn't the case. He was standing in front of a large building that looked otherwise abandoned. Not wanting to be the superstar known for breaking a contract, he timidly went upstairs. It was dark and the floorboards creeked. What the fuck is this, Shawn thought. Then he could hear something the higher he went. Lots of men talking. Ok that sounds like a party, Shawn thought and walked slightly faster. Then at the top of the stairs Shawn saw it and his heart sank. Shawn was speechless and went slackjaw as he found himself looking at the same crowd of men he saw in his dream. All the voices stopped and faces turned towards him, parting the sea and revealing a sling (he had only seen in porn) and John standing in the middle. He sported his slightly overweight and wrinkly naked body and Shawn finally saw the tattoo on his chest. He recognized as a biohazard tattoo. The cameraman appeared in front of him as the lights turned off behind him and dimmed in the room. He slowly began to walk forward, step by step, closer to his fate. All you could hear was the deep click of Shawn's boots on the floor and the slight rattle off chains. When Shawn got to the front he slowly turned around. His heart was racing, face flush, and stomach full of butterflies. He noticed words come up on the teleprompter and began to read them off. "My name in Shawn Mendes, I'm an internationally renowned singer/songwriter, 22 years old, and recently was sold to my new manager, John. Tonight I will officially bind to my contract. I will be fucked by over 50 men over the age of 50, all...HIV positive..." Shawn swallowed and couldn't believe what he was reading. "All of these men are in different stages, several of whom have...late stage AIDS..." Fuck, why couldn't he move. "The video will be released and my new career as a...porn star will begin." FUCK! This is what sleazy John was up to. Shawn was speechless once more and went slackjaw as more lights turned off. He slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket and gave his hands up to two men he could no longer see and felt what he thought were small boxing gloves being put on them. Then he felt a gas mask get lowered onto his head and he could no longer see. He was gently picked up and lowered into the sling, a whole was cut in his trousers, the men smirked when they found he wasn't wearing underwear, his feet and hands strapped to the chains, and a long tube attached to the gas mask. One man began to feed Shawn a steady stream of poppers through the mask as he felt himself lose control of his body. John stepped up, shoved his massive cock in and came inside him after just a few minutes. Other men all began to step up, Shawn was unable to hear all the words they were yelling, see the men who was fucking, and very soon he couldn't even feel the cocks inside him. All he could do was breathe in more more poppers. Shawn went from being an anal virgin to taking lots of toxic cocks. "Yeah charge this slut up!" "Give him AIDS!" "Oh yeah, let's get him a couple strains and superconvert him!" Man after man ravaged Shawn's hole for the next six hours. Just before Shawn passed out, he felt himself get free of the sling and the gas mask removed. He stumbled when he stood up but regained his balance quickly. He buttoned his tight suit jacket while the men all cheered for him. He couldn't believe this was happening, but it was. And he strangely found it...arousing. "Come with me," John said. Shawn followed to a well lit room across the hall where he was shown to a chair. A tattoo artist was placed on a stool. "Unbutton your jacket and open up that shirt a bit more." Shawn did as he was told and before he realised it, he now had a biohazard tattoo right in the middle of his chest. Fuck, my career is over, he thought. He buttoned his shirt back up, stood up and... Wait ... Was there something inside him? Fuck! They stuffed him with a buttplug to keep all the cum inside me. Shawn's heart sank, but he felt relatively excited. What is wrong with me, he thought. "Turn around," John instructed. Shawn buttoned his tight jacket and did as he was told. He looked at himself in the mirror and could see the new tattoo through the open shirt he was wearing. "All your fans will soon know the truth," John said. With that, he cuffed Shawn's hands behind his back, escorted him out into the daylight wear lots of fans and media were watching, and he was forced into the limo. The media will have tons of questions later. The next week, Shawn's concerts were pretty much empty. It didn't matter though, he got a bad case of the flu and had to cancel the rest of his tour. Then his new career began. The end.

Last Wednesday, I got the Pfizer jab (first one). A day later, some pain in the jab area and trouble lifting my left arm. A day of headaches too. On Friday, normal. Next jab in early August - Pfizer as well.

I would also add to set your own expectations. If you’re only looking for perfect 10s, or a certain type, be aware you might be disappointed in the turnout. Like wise, if you say come one come all, then anyone may show up.

I would invest in a dildo or two (if you haven't already). Certainly has helped me on occasion. And as some of the advice states above, practice...practice...practice. You want to be in the right mindset for your body to allow a large top inside you comfortably. Poppers helps, as will lots of lube. Be honest with your partner to go in gentle; you can work up the pace as you get more accustomed to having him inside you.

and you didn't back your cunt up onto his cock? Bad faggot.

The same advice applies in preparing yourself to be able to take any large cock - practice. Stretch yourself over time with plugs or dildoes, and condition your body to perform the task. And poppers, to relax your involuntary muscle contractions. The advice to put yourself in the right mindset isn’t bad advice, but thinking isn’t all it takes. You can put yourself in a mindset to lift an Olympic-level weight, but if you try it without training for it, you won’t succeed.

That’s really slutty and sluts are fucking amazing.

I'm a proud slut and whore!

This could be it too - This one is more stealth : [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/no-one-need-condoms/

Amazing!

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 actually ONLY like chubby guys

A bit of background first... About a year ago I was at a bookstore with truck parking behind it. I wasn't getting any action inside, so I was ready to bail. I decided to walk around the building and check out the trucks parked behind, I don't usually get any action this way, but on a handful of occasions I've been able to bag a horny trucker that doesn't want to go in the bookstore. On this evening, I happened to get lucky. A guy was in his truck trying to get my attention. Long story short, I ended up in his truck and he fucked me, but unfortunately with a rubber. When we were done, he asked for my number and I gave it to him not expecting to hear from him again. We've been meeting up every time he's this way, and yesterday he messaged me again to see if I could meet up. I met him at the truck stop and found his siting on the bed in his cab with his 8 inch uncut tool already fully hard. I got in and got undressed, and sucked him a while. When he was ready he flipped me over onto my stomach and got behind me. I heard him putting the condom on, but instead of lube he spit on my ass and worked it in. After he was about halfway in, I felt the rubber pop. I didn't say anything, waiting to see if he'd rewrap. He did not. He kept fucking me, even harder than usual. After about 20 minutes of an assault on my hole, with him pulling all the way out and shoving it back in he went balls deep and unloaded deep inside. Normally, he will pull out and wrap his condomed dick in a paper towel. I heard him tearing off paper towels before he pulled out, and he was quickly covering up his bare dick. I acted like nothing happened and made the normal conversation as I got dressed. I hope this will set the tone for our future meetings!

Succumbed and set up an alt Twitter again... @Naughty_Bboy

I'm pretty sure I'm a sex addict, bi as well verse. My 1st time having sex was with a girl at 14, when I was 19 I started trading blow jobs and quickly moved on to topping. It took me another year and a half to find the courage to bottom, but have never looked back. If i'm even mildly attracted to someone, one or preferably both of us will wind up with a cock up their ass. Versatility is the ideal situation, while their are often severe surpluses of bottoms and guys who don't fuck, there is never a surplus of tops, and true total tops are all but nonexistent.

Part 3 I followed the Asian guy into the toilet, noticing for the first time a biohazard tattoo at the base of his spine and again feeling the fear and excitement. The toilet was busy with people pissing and sucking. Wordlessly, they pushed me over to the basin and bent me forward. There was an old, cracked mirror facing me. In it I saw my face, flushed and eyes bright and beyond it my upraised buttocks. There were eager faces all round us and from the grins and winks, I guessed many of them knew what was happening to me. The balding guy got behind me and I heard him say “Give him some poppers. He’ll need them!” Someone produced a bottle and made me sniff deeply. As the rush hit me, I felt a stab of something blunt against my arsehole. It was huge! I yelped and looked in the mirror to see the scorpion tattooed guy behind me, cock in hand, pushing the metal-ringed tip into my hole. More poppers and then it began to open me up. Would it ever stop? How could I take it? And then, with a brutal shove, the blunt, slimey head and ring burst into me followed by the delicious, slippery rush of the shaft until I was impaled and clinging onto the basins helplessly. He began to move slowly in and out. Each time my hole relaxed a little more until he was able to kick my legs apart and sink right up me. I gasped with pleasure and lay there helplessly as he buggered me. In the mirror, I could see faces peering down to watch the monster cock fucking me and it looked like a vision from hell as they licked their lips and egged him on. “Fuck It!” “Give it to him! “Bastard’s loving it.” Slowly, methodically then faster and faster he worked his way towards a climax. I knew I was being impregnated for sure this time, but I was helpless to resist. He was gasping now and his huge cock was ramming deep in me with every thrust. “Cumming!” He gasped and pushed as deep into me as he could. I felt his cock pulse and he grunted loudly as he spurted. Then he shuddered and laughed. “Phew! That was nice” Everyone jostled round to watch his massive, wet cock slide out of me and I felt my body sag as it flopped out. I was exhausted as I lay there over the basin, my gaping hole wet and dripping with cum. The Asian guy ruffled my hair and bent forward to kiss me. “Good boy,” he said. “Join the club” Then they left laughing together. Before I could move, I felt bodies pressing against me and various fingers slid up my puffy hole. “Yeah, he spunked up him alright.” I went to get up, but hands held my shoulders down. Someone said. “Not so fast. There’s plenty more here for you.” Before I could protest, I felt a flabby, wet body against my thighs and a long, thin cock slid easily up inside me. In the mirror I saw the grinning face of an old, bald man with earrings and sagging cheeks as he fucked me and I groaned with disgust but just lay there as he buggered me and then I felt the piss splash over me from the other men and sank into depravity…

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

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

Yea, ramp up. Especially with the nights. You'll be able to lock pretty much all day long from you get the device, the newer ones are all pretty comfortable. There's a bit of learning around adjusting it so it sits right, and when to lube/shave/trim. Otherwise plain sailing. The big challenge is getting used to sleeping in it. Three years later (mostly locked) I still get woken up with morning wood straining in the cage. To begin with you'll want to go to bed and keep it on as long as possible. Then if you cannot sleep. Take it off. Then give your self a night off and they again the next day. You'll find your body eventually understands it can't randomly get hard without waking you up. But the real reward is that first locked fucking. Entirely focuses on your tops cock and forgetting your own. (Locked in a Holy Trainor V3 Small here)

This showed up in my FB feed this morning.

Austin wolf! 🐺 I want him to own my ass

keep getting tested boys 🙂 easy fix and if you test positive, just shows that you're sexually generous.

It could be. It could also be lube that is designed to look like cum. A lot of studios use stuff like that.

Mikey was another example of Seths hard work paying dividends. The tall, slender former straight boy with bright hazel eyes and a thick ten inch cock had long since retired from feeding it up inside his girlfriend. Instead, With Seths help and a few nudges from his friend Tina, Mikey learned all about servicing poz cocks of all shapes and sizes at Seths housewarming party four years ago. The welcome-to-the-neighbourhood gift of his girlfriends hummus that was once delivered by the bright-eyed gentleman turned into the idle snack on the kitchen counter for his breeders that night as Seth gently caressed Mikeys sweat soaked chest, whispering words of encouragement as he slid back and forth in the sling. Mikeys glassy confused eyes would meet Seths just long enough to groan after taking a load, hiss after a slam, or parrot the words Seth told him to say that while once a foreign tongue, now came so naturally. "fuck my pussy," "breed my hole," the pliant young man would giggle obediently, as his beautiful ass drank gallons of toxic jizz that night. These days he was just Mikey the roomate, Mikey the baker up the street, Mikey the understall expert who drained married cocks at the local department store, and Mikey the poz cumdump whos favourite sport was swinging in a sling, servicing thick hard cocks. Today he was Mikey the poptart theif with lunch. Seth and Jake plodded into the kitchen, towels on hips. Seth with a triumphant smile, like a race car driver crossing the finish line. Jake, with the sated composure of a man who'd just came, and who had absentmindedly forgotten about the warm poz cream trickling out of his swollen ring. As the boys sat down to eat Mikey called seth into the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. "who is the fuckmeat?" Mikey hushed. "hes our fuckmeat for the weekend. meet..." Seth dipped his fingers into his cunt and returned them to Mikeys lips, "Jake." Seth grinned, as mikey inhaled the delicious mix of seed and ass juices, licking them clean. "im making a nice poz cock for us to play with, and Jakes been a real good sport about it but I need him to really want that toxic pussy, mikey." seth instructed, as he peeled off Mikeys shirt and unbuttoned his shorts, chucking them into the hamper, they returned to the table. "where are your clothes?" Jake asked curiously. "Oh I normally change out of them after work, theyre all covered in flour and gross." mikey replied. "yeah, we dont typically wear a lot of clothes around here and im just about to get laundry started, so off with that towel mister" seth chimed, as he gathered up the load for the wash, he noticed Jakes cock was gathering its next load for mikey, the semihard tool rising once again to the occasion it was made for. Jake tried to busy himself with lunch but found he'd lost his appetite and instead was eyeing mikeys pierced nipples and distended jock. "Do ya waana see it?" mikey smiled, slipping his pierced ten inch fuck meat out for just a moment. "dont let it fool ya, im a total bottom. some guys just love the luxury of fucking a hung bottom though." mikey remarked as he turned around to showcase his slender hips and feminine curves. his ass wasnt as big as seths, but something about it drew Jakes attention. "you should fuck him Jake! youre hard, and when a top gets hard they need to fuck" seth instructed as he chewed his lunch. "I cant do that i kinda dont even know him?" Jake looked to seth, as if waiting for guidance before Mikey stepped toward Jake and gently took his cock. "you can fuck me whenever you want dude, I love to get fucked" and with that mikey began slurping away at Jakes neg cock. "watch those teeth buddy!" seth mumbled as he chomped away at a roll, reminding the skilled cocksucker to get in some prepwork to make sure there was a smooth transfer between poz hole and neg cock. "ow" jake hissed, as mikey turned around to spread himself. "sorry man, im not the best cocksucker but just look at this cunt." Mikey spat on his hand and worked a finger inside as Jake stood mesmerized at the size of mikeys swolen rosebud. "yeah" Jake whispered, his mouth had gone dry as he watched Mikeys hungry hole pulse around the three digits inside. "You GOTTA fuck mikeys hole jake, its really the best. i mean theres nothing better than being in a well stretched cunt dude. your cock is going to looove it!" seth chuckled from the kitchen as he washed a few dishes. Mikey slid his fingers from his hole and teased them around the head of Jakes cock, as Jake looked around. "do you two have condoms? we probably need a condom" Jake panted. "Ill start looking for some buddy let me see." Seth chuckled. Of course none of the boys could stand so much as a condom commercial in the house, let alone an actual rubber. "just let me just feel the head, please??" mikey pleaded, smiling and tickling Jakes sensitive glans as he gently backed toward him. Jake sighed. "Just the head, that cant hurt. Just in and out a few times while we wait for the condom" jake reassured to himself and pushed into the thirsty bottoms toxic cunt. "ah, thats nice. here, hold my hips" mikey smiled, as he began gently working his hips back and forth, "oh my god your hot" jake breathed, watching his thick purple head dance in and out of the slender long haired boys wet hole. "let me make it feel good. you can push more inside me, its ok, we'll stop just as soon as seth gets us a condom." mikey soothed, knowing Jake was already feeding more of his greedy neg cock into the boys cunt with increasing abandon. "turn around" jake urged, and mikey sat back on the table to lift his legs, exposing his shiny swolen rosebud cunt fully. Jake was hypnotized by the sight of mikeys horsecock, stretched balls, and glistening red inviting hole as he pushed fully inside him. "see? what did i tell ya jake. Mikeys got a real soft pussy to take care of big cocks with. he even works a few fists up that hole sometimes too" seth beamed, as he rested his hand at the base of Jakes back and encouraged him further. "remember what i said about that boy button? You can probably make mikey cum just with your cock. but you gotta fuck hard" Jake needed no encouragement as he was now fully sawing in and out of the toxic hole, working a creamy lather between the two of them as mikeys thick tool stood to attention. mikey was in heaven as he bounced back and forth on the table, his eyes to the ceiling. "please dont stop" mikey panted, as seth lifted his bloated ten inches and rested his hand underneath. "come on mikey give me that cum. just let the big cock fuck all that seed out" seth soothed, and as if on command mikey let out a long low groan and a slow stream of hot cum dribbled into seths waiting palm. "good job Jake!" seth beamed as if he had just caught the biggest fish in the lake. "now its your turn." he instructed, as he poured the bottoms toxic load onto jakes pistoning tool. "remember to push nice and deep and let all that cum out. mikey can take it, he loves cum." seth chirped, as he licked his hand clean. "im gonna cum" jake moaned softly. "thats right buddy just relax and cum right up inside that pretty red rose" seth watched as jake pushed firmly and held still, his shaft pulsing, his gutteral groaning, his chest rising and falling as he bred the boys poison cunt with a blissful look on his face.

Very good writing, and exactly the kind of scene I get into when I'm at a sex club. And, for me, getting fucked up on Tina makes all the difference. Instead of spending most of my time just wandering around the club, all of my inhibitions are gone, and I get to feel like I'm the main attraction, kicking back in a sling while a group of guys watch me get fucked by one cock after another.

The host met with us bottoms briefly and asked if I could stay for a moment. I was about to expect the worst when he started telling me that he was about to change up some of his party scheduling. He hadn't considered the demand for positive tops before. He had been used to negative bottoms wanting to stay negative, so he hadn't actively recruited positive tops. He had just recently, because of me, realized that there were quite a number of negative bottoms that had fantasies of being fucked by positive or possibly positive males. He also noted that out of that number he had recently seen, while loving the fantasy, he had been seeing quite a number of them chickening out when faced with the very real situation. That was puzzling to him to a point. He asked me if I had any suggestions. My only suggestion was to try to arrange more of the possible bug chasers than he had been since I had personally seen several of them leave once they learned about positive tops in the mix. I suggested that he ask if they had already taken positive tops, if so, then they might be more likely to participate. He looked thoughtful and thanked me. He told me that he was working on a party he expected me to be interested in a month or so. A month later found me bound to the fucking bench with four other ready bottoms. The host was a bit vague about the party plans other than telling us that he didn't know for sure that there were any positive tops, but he suspected there might be one or two. This time none of the bottoms left. "Bottoms," he announced loudly, "This is a somewhat special night. I've managed to bring together a rather large number of ready, horny tops. You are free to guess, but since you are all blindfolded, you won't know how many." He continued, "Tonight's plan is to let the tops decide who gets fucked and, as one drops out, then the next one from the pool takes up the empty hole. As usual, we're going to continue until the last top finishes. The bottoms may or may not be released as the party winds down, but there will be a lot of fucking and cum delivered. I hope you all enjoy yourselves. This time the tops were allowed to fuck until they wanted. If they came, someone got bred, if not, he had to wait for another open hole. The first top that entered me was either about average or I had been learning to accept larger cocks. I have to estimate it took him about fifteen minutes to leave his load inside me. Once he pulled out, I was ecstatic that another cock slide right into me and began stroking toward leaving his cum inside me. It, at that point, occurred to me that these tops were getting turned on by the fact that they were getting to fuck, not only a ready hole, but one that had just been fucked and left full of cum and they were getting to watch said hole getting filled. The second top didn't take nearly as long to show the signs of breeding my ass. He clinched my hips and simply kept stroking in and out, all the while, grunting. I snapped for the poppers and enjoyed the head rush as the next cock slid into me. I soon found that rapturous release somewhere about the fifth or so load I knew for a fact had been shot into my guts. I took another deep breath as I felt the next cock slip in and start fucking me. Sloppy and loose as I was by then, I understood that it would take a sizable cock, girth or length to cause me any serious discomfort. I was ready for nirvana. This one took a while and I enjoyed every bit of his stroking and verbal abuse that led up to his loading me up. I loved feeling him thrusting viciously as he met his orgasm, knowing that it was not only my ass that provided it, but that he was rewarding me whether he wanted to or not with his cum. Being that I figured he was buying into the idea he was fucking a cum-dump, I expected he was as happy as I was at that moment. I loved the idea of being fucked raw, not knowing a thing about whoever was seeding me. Just as the idea of cum-dump goes, I wanted to live up to it. Show me, give me a cock, you need to cum, you want to cum, give it to me, fuck me, leave me well-fucked and sloppy, dripping cum. That's what aroused me now. I was lucky tonight, every time a cock pulled out, another took his place, fucked to add his cum to the pool growing inside me. I was wondering how much more blissful I could feel. I finally fell into that mellow mindlessness that I had learned to fall into while being gang-fucked. One cock fucking me, seeding me all began to blur together until they shot their loads. That I always remembered. For some reason, I always remembered in sharp detail whenever a top filled me with cum. It had been a good evening. My asshole was sore and, I knew, full of cum. I was elated. My scrotum and thighs were sticky as hell when I was unstrapped. I was led to the bottom's room and offered a shower. I begrudging took it. While I wanted to keep as much of the cum inside me as I could, I knew I had to clean my thighs off before I went home. I was the last to enter the bottom room and was met by our host. He asked me to stay for a moment. Shortly, once everyone else had left, he informed me that he was starting to arrange a party based on HIV positive tops and was hoping I was interested. I asked and he answered that he had gotten a definite answer from several tops and several bottoms that had expressed interest in being anonymously fucked and bred by known positive tops. He admitted a bit of surprise at that but was willing to set it up since there was a demand. "I'm invited, I hope." "Of course," he said, "I'll text you when it's set up." I had to ask, "How many tops were here tonight? Will you tell me?" He was a bit vague, but admitted that it was north of twenty five.

RWHID, have you considered counselling? In the UK we're noticing more and more that people get more from counselling after they've lived with HIV for six months to a year, which is one reason that the Long Term Survivors' Group has started doing a couple of Newly-Diagnosed weekends per year as well. You say that it's an emotional ride: you're not wrong there. It's kinda like we're the target for other people's ignorance and they don't actually realise that their words are the language of prejudice. One of the projects that the charity I work for (as a volunteer - after 25 years of treatment I'm too worn out now to maintain a working week) is a message board open only to people with HIV. If you want the address, drop me a PM.

When we got to my new home I was still pretty high. As 'Greg' helped me get my things inside I asked, "Where am I going to sleep?" "With me son. I plan on fucking you as much as possible until you convert." The thought of my 'dad' fucking me every day until he was sure I had converted made me smile. We had just finished getting my shit inside when I was told of the house rules. "Son, you're not the only boy living here. I have three others who live here and work for me in my shop. I have a little store that sells adult items, sex toys, videos. You'll go to work there too. The only difference between you and the other boys will be that you're going to be the alpha of the group. That means you'll be dominant over them as I'm dominant over all of you. You ever top son?" "I have topped before, but I prefer to bottom." "That's good to know. Once you've converted you'll be a good lure for neg boys. We can tag team and infect them together." Damn was my Dad twisted. I had only thought about getting the bug and never considered that once I had the big that I could pass it on. I had a couple buds back home I'd love to have come for a visit. "Now for the other house rules. First: no clothing is to be worn inside the house. Second: I can and will fuck you when ever and where ever I want. Third: You will get fucked by anyone I choose. Fourth: As the alpha, you can order the other boys around and that means fucking them as you want, and Fifth and last: We only party once a month and never this hard." The rules were simple to understand. I quickly stripped down and followed my Dad to the back room which I learned was a well equipped dungeon. He had me get on his fuck bench where he resumed fucking me as he made phone calls and sent text messages to his closest friends telling them about me, his actual son, who was now living with him. Within the hour men started to come in the house and each dropped his load in my hole as I began to very slowly come down from my extreme high of the past few days. I had not realized that I had been high (and awake) four nearly three days. I don't know how many of my Dad's friends fucked and seeded my hole cause I eventually crashed and when I woke I was in my Dad's bed with his cock buried inside me and his arm wrapped around me. He must have realized I was awake as he kissed the back of my neck. I wiggled my as on his stiff prick hoping to get some motion, but as he slid his cock out of me I realized how tender my well used cunt was. I did my best but a whimper escaped through my lips. Greg sensed my pain as he whispered to me, "I know you're hurting son, I'll get you something to ease the pain and it will allow me a quick fuck to deposit my load of the day." Greg reached over to his night stand and grabbed what he had referred to, a cream of some sort that he applied to my sore ass lips. The pain quickly faded and soon I was getting a gentle fuck, more of a love making than a fuck, that was very enjoyable. "This is how I pictured you son, me behind you with my arms wrapped around you and my cock sliding in and out of you with a passion between us. I love you son." I turned my head back to look at my Dad as he finished telling me all that I had dreamed to hear from an older man. I just never thought the man wound actually be my father, and as our eyes met, my Dad gave me a loving kiss, our tongues darting into each other's mouth. Later that day I met the other boys of the house. You'll learn about the three guys in the next part of my story. My Dad kept me at home to recover from my introduction to Tina (and the hard fucking I received while on her). A few weeks after I arrived in Chicago, I stared to get really sick. My Dad and the other three guys took care of me as I sero-converted. My Dad looked down at me with a smile (as I felt I was going to die) saying "I may have missed out when your Mom gave birth to you, but now I'm giving birth to a new you, an Poz son who will be by my side as we spread the glorious gift to others."