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Fiction Dad gave me the perfect present for my 18th birthday a rucksack with my clothes in it and he shoved me out of the door calling me a dirty little fag. What was I to do cold, wet, hungry and lonely I decided to walk into town through the park, once in the park I got caught short so I went into the public loo’s when in there I could leave groaning I quickly choice the stool next to the noises and to my good fortune there was a hole and I starting looking through, I could make out this hairless black twink getting fucked raw by some big guy with a huge cock, it was too much I took my 7 inch cock out and within a couple of strokes I erupted a huge amount of cum. Still looking through the hole I could see the moment the big fella pulled his cock out of the black twinks pert little butt and orgasmed all over the twinks hole, quickly shoving it back in saying “take my dirty poz load, you cheap whore” when he was done he zipped up and said to the Black twink “here’s $40 enjoy my gift slut” and he left. I sat there real quite hoping that nobody heard me, damn I was still rock hard, quietly I exited and as I did the black twink was waiting outside, he looked at me smiled and said “did you enjoy the show” yes very much I said. Taken by surprise he said do you want to get a drink, I said yes but I have no money I’ve just been kicked out of home, he said no problem you can come back to mine telling me his name was Jay. We got back to his bedsit and Jay got me a coke and we chatted for a while, then he turned the subject to how was I going to make some money and out of the blue he said “look I know this is really forward but we could do a porn shoot together and make some really good money, no pressure, you are gay yes? Are you a top or bottom?” I was really confused and Jay could see it and suddenly said “damn you’re a Virgin” I went bright red “so are you up for it?” I paused and then said yes. Excellent we are sure going to earn if we do this right he said. Jay the said to me that we should take some photo’s so that we could send out to see what offers we both got. Okay I said. Jay then said look lets get your stat’s and post an ad. Oh yes my name Simon or Si Ok Si Status Virgin Neg Height 5ft 4 Weight 125 lbs Butt Smooth (Bubble) Cock Hairless 7 inch (I stopped Jay and said I pubic hair, he said we will take care of it as I would earn more smooth) Body Skinny twink hairless (I guessed that meant my fine blonde hair from my lower legs and armpits would be going) Available for: Breeding, topping, oral, bdsm, watersports That will do said Jay, okay next we need some photo’s we went to his bathroom and he started stripping his clothes off as did I with my back to him. When I turned round he was naked a little taller than me and so lean not an ounce of fat on his body an eight pack stud. Jay’s cock was fully hard and damn was he hung had to be nearly 9 inches with massive smooth lack balls. I was so hard and horny Jay grabbed my and started kissing me almost shot a load there and then. Come on Jay said grabbing the clippers he pushed my arms up and removed the armpit hair on both sides. He then grabbed my cock and started removing my blonde bush. All the time he had my cock in his hands I nearly erupted my second load of the day, Jay then covered me in shaving foam and wet shaved me everywhere, once I was washed off he stood back to admire his work and said damn they are going go crazy for you, lets go and get some photos done. Once back in his bedroom he got me on the bed and then said right kneel down front and he start taking photos for front and back. Then he told be to get on all four turn my head to look back and lick my lips. Okay I know lets put cock rings on it will look great, Jay got two large silver rings and pushed my cock and balls through and did the same to his, our cocks where so hard and redden. More photos then he up loaded the details. Jay kept saying how he desperately he wanted to fuck me, but we had to wait and wait we did. To cut a long story short we selected the best offer from a guy who wanted us for a weeks filming at his pad, and what a pad it was, better still pay of $10k each with a note that we would earn every cent and complete your offer/fetishes in full.... Part 2 to cum

Tricked An hour later we where fully clothed and in a taxi to the client’s place. Once there we rang the doorbell and were greeted by a tall guy Latin looking must have been every inch 6ft plus and really muscular. Once inside he got us both to sign some documents release stuff, so he said, when finished he locked them away (note to self-read before signing, to late). The client we where to call Master or Sir came up behind me and pulled me in, I could feel his hard cock against my back as there is such a size difference, then he put his hands down my sweets and started rubbing my throbbing cock and pulling down my sack master’s only words where “nice, Virgin meat” he spun me around and started caressing the cheeks of my butt, it felt amazing. Sir the pulled off my tee and pulled my sweats down I was naked with a throbbing cock which needed its release, really strange he gave Jay no attention at all he just sat quietly looking at us, okay Si get to work on my cock Sir said and I released his cock and was greeted with the largest member I had every seen, instinctively I started licking and tried to swallow but couldn’t get much in my mouth, he looked disappointed “boy it will be going all the way down your throat be sure of that” Sir said. Sir pushed me away and said follow me sluts and we went down into his basement better described as a dungeon once inside the room with all sorts of benches, crosses, and chains he turned to Jay and barked “strip whore” and Jay quickly did as he was told. Looking at Jay he told him to cuff me, once the cuff where on my wrists they where attached to pully’s and Sir hit a switch pulling me off the floor and leaving me hanging, as his mouth and throat is no good at the moment gag him with the dildo gag Jay, Jay took this cock shaped gag spat on it and slid it down my throat securing it in place, to which Sir said to Jay nice you have done really well finding this Virgin Twink fuck toy Jay, did they know each other had I been set up YES fuck I was helpless and Jay who I had trusted was in on it. Right he still has to much hair, taking a set of clippers he shaved off all my head hair I knew at this point I was in a lot of trouble but could do nothing about it. Up until this point I hadn’t noticed all of the screens in the basement showing my suffering it was being filmed and little did I know at this point being streamed live. Jay then got what I later found out was a ball stretcher and pulled my sack down and attached the device there was a wire connected to the floor in place Sir then started to raise me up again the pain was unbelievable. Sir then said, “you are going to be fully compliant YES?” Yes, I nodded. Okay and he released me down and said to Jay milk a load of that nasty neg cum out of its cock we will use it as lube, for his conversion. Sir turned to the screen, typed into the PC Virgin Neg Twink for Poz loads place your offers to be one of the first ten to load this fresh young cumdump, hiv + and full blown Aids ONLY. I was panicking now, I realized that I was finished. Within a minute 10 offers had been received and Sir had accepted and sent his address. Part 3 Breeding to cum.

I should add that the sites I'm developing will be free sites. The only site that will take credit cards will be a store where you can buy t-shirts, sex toys, etc. My strategy is to operate on a shoestring. What I've found running Breeding Zone is that you guys are my greatest asset. It's really about creating a community and having the community take care of itself. The "I just joined the site and I'm upset I can't send 100 messages a day" mindset comes from paid sites where you pay for the right to do things. On this site and even more so on my new sites, you'll earn the right to do things. There will be a points system where you get more rights and perks the more you help the site – posting high quality content, reporting things to moderators, etc.

Having HIV may not be the death sentence it once was but it isn't to be taken lightly. You can become resistant even with medications. I have lost many friends that this happened to. Being HIV+ myself and having been undetectable since just a few months after my diagnosis due to ARV's, still get sick very frequently. Nothing fun about it, nor is there anything fun about being dependent on expensive medication to prolong your life. Furthermore, even being still an attractive twink-ish 30 something year old, it changes your life. I am transparent about my status, but that doesnt stop assholes from randomly messaging me behind a veil of anonymity to tell me that "they would love to have sex with me if not for the fact im HIV+". Nothing really feels more dehumanizing than this, and not in the erotic "degrade me like im a cock hungry slut bitch" kind of way. It really demotes you to the status of an untouchable even in this day and age. Stigma still exists, and I have even less fun than I did when I was negative because I am an open, honest person that will always disclose my status to my partners and I simply just dont care to deal with the rejection or the assholes that after telling them I am HIV+ undetectable still look at me as if I am some sort of plague rat. Keep it a fantasy. Be warned. Do not seek out conversion. It only has to happen once and then you too will experience this.

Can we just all just take a moment to wallow in the undeniable hotness of porn newcomer ARD? This fellow BZ member (known on here as Toxic-Verse) was kind enough to lend his infectious presence to one of my recent OF fetish videos. Suffice to say, when ARD stepped on set, none of us were prepared for the absolutely gobsmacking performance he delivered. If you haven’t seen the vid yet, I’ve got previews ARD’s porn debut on my Twitter that are so hot, your phone might melt.

I was perusing BBRT one day recently when a new message popped up. It was from a guy more than 200 miles away from me. Normally I ignore messages from guys as close as 25-30 miles away, as the distance can often be an insurmountable challenge. In my part of the Northeast, a simple 30 mile drive can take an hour or more when you factor in traffic, and considering how often guys flake on me, it just hasn't been worth my time or effort to try. This one was different, though. His profile pic was of a beautiful and massive piece of manmeat, and the moment I saw it my hole twitched involuntarily. Looking through the rest of his profile, I saw that his "intos" included anonymous, gang bangs, raunch, and chubs. He was all top, answering "No" to both "take loads orally" and "take loads anally." And, he was undetectable. I lie on my profile and say that I'm on PrEP, but undetectable guys don't scare me. In fact, it's a turn-on taking undetectable loads from strangers. Turned out, this top guy was REALLY into chubs, and traveling through my area in a couple of days, and he expressed just how eager he was to meet me. Now, I'm attached and can't host, but I have discovered during the pandemic that my building is full of storage rooms - empty spaces between apartments that had cages added for people to rent when they need extra storage. And most of these rooms are empty and unlocked. The perfect place to play, as long as one doesn't mind standing or laying on the concrete floor. The nastier the better for me, so I'm good with either! After trading messages, we agreed to meet as he drove through to his destination. I found myself hoping that if all went well, he would want round 2 on his way back home. On the appointed day, I spent some time prepping my hole. I also lined up a couple of local top friends who fuck me regularly. I don't (yet) own a large plug, and figured it would be best if I were opened and pre-lubed when he arrived. He and I had been messaging back and forth, so I knew when he would arrive. I gave him directions to find my spot, and told him I would be waiting ass up for him. My friends arrived about a half-hour before he did. We went in order of ascending size, with the smaller 6.5" hung guy opening up my hole first. The second guy supported me as I stood bent-over for this first assault on my hole. These cocks always feel amazing sliding in and out of me, and they appreciate how my velvet hole squeezes them to milk out their loads. At last I felt the pulses of his cock as my first friend pumped his load deep inside me. He stood still for a moment to catch his breath, then I felt him slowly withdraw. Never one to miss an opportunity to taste cum and ass together, I spun around to clean him off with my mouth. As I did so, my other friend slid his 8 inches balls-deep in me in one motion. It was my first friend's turn to support me as the second cock thrust in and out of my well-greased hole. It must have felt good, because within just a few minutes I felt his cock pulsing as it shot his load even deeper in my guts than the first. I took the time to clean my second friend off, and the two of them dressed and left, leaving the door unlocked behind them. As I checked my phone, I got the message - "I'm here." Excitedly, I responded that I was ready and waiting. This time, I lay down on the cold concrete floor, my head pointed away from the door so I couldn't see him as he entered. Within a few minutes, I heard the door open, then the deadbolt click. I heard the rustle of clothes as he undressed, and in no time he was on top of me. He kissed the back of my neck and then worked down to my ass, and I heard him gasp - hopefully in delight - when he found me already dripping cum. I felt his fingers, first one, then a second, probe my used hole. Then I felt his tongue and knew he was OK with what he saw. The light flicks of his tongue were a huge tease, and I ached for him to slide his giant cock into me. I didn't have to wait very long. After tasting the cum in my ass, he slid his body along mine until I felt a familiar pressure on my hole. Slowly, he worked on me, alternating pressure until I felt the tip slip inside me. With that, he continued to push steadily, and before long my asshole was as full as it had ever been! I was very glad I'd had my friends open me up for this monster. I might not have been able to take it otherwise. He got into a rhythm, stroking in and out of my hole. He raised himself up, placing his hands on my shoulders and pressing me into the floor as his pace quickened. I had never been fucked like this before, and I was in heaven! My hole twitched and spasmed as he continued his assault, and a few times I heard his balls slap my ass cheeks as he drive that missile deeper and deeper. At last, he tensed up, and once again I felt the spasming of a cock as it released its jizz into my guts. But this load was different. It was poz and undetectable, which made the sensation even hotter for me. I relished the thought of his load mixing with the others already inside me, and vowed to hold it in as long as I could. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt the wetness of his sweat mixing with mine. It had been the perfect anonymous fuck. Ever so slowly, he withdrew and stood up. I quickly spun around and got up on my knees, taking that massive member in my mouth to clean him off for the rest of his trip. His cock tasted amazing, with the sweetness of cum, the slight funk of my ass juices, and yes, even a little blood mixed in this time. No surprise, I thought. Something this big pounding me that hard was bound to draw a little blood. In a matter of moments, he was dressed and gone, off to his ultimate destination. I stayed a little longer, luxuriating in the feeling of complete satisfaction. I checked my phone again, and saw a note from him. He thanked me and expressed hope that we could do the same thing on his return trip. I responded quickly that I would be happy to accommodate him. Before I signed off BBRT and got dressed, I took one more look at his profile, admiring the enormous cock that had just bred me so thoroughly. As my eyes scanned down the screen, I noticed that something had changed. Where his status used to read "Undetectable" it now read "Positive." And he had unlocked the one locked photo on his profile - a pic of a biohazard tattoo on his hip, just to the left of his gorgeous cock. Had he stealthed me? I sent him a message and asked, and the only reply I received said, "Loved your hole. Can't wait to use it again on my way home!" My reaction caught even me off-guard. I would have thought I would be outraged, worried sick, disgusted. But instead, I felt the exact opposite, like this was always supposed to happen. I had a poz load swimming around in my guts. I looked back at my phone, and at the last message he had sent. "Me, too!" I replied. "I need more of your cum inside me ASAP!" With that, I dressed and left the storage room. But I didn't go back to my apartment. Instead, I went out to my car and drove to the nearest bookstore to buy a plug. I was determined to keep my vow to hold his load inside me as long as I could.

This is just a heads up since we all depend in one way or another on hookup sites and apps which in turn depend on paid memberships… Mastercard is changing the rules (and Visa is sure to follow suit). In the near future any site with adult content will now have to… 1) Validate the identity of all users who upload content. This means you will need to upload government ID to every hookup site/app you use and they will need to validate that the ID is authentic and belongs to you. 2) Require anyone uploading adult content to obtain and maintain WRITTEN consent and age verification for each person in the image. This means to upload a picture of your dick or your ass you'll need to sign a form consenting to both having the picture taken (even though you took it) and having it uploaded (even though you uploaded it). And you'll need to sign a form verifying your ID at the time the pic was taken and save a copy of your ID in your files. You then need to maintain those documents for as long as the pic is on the site. If the pic contains another person, then you need all those documents for them as well. Now it's possible the sites could require that you be the only person in the images you upload and that they have you digitally sign consent and age verification documents at the time of the upload (you will already have uploaded your ID). But what if they have data breach and a hacker gets all that information? Do you really want your name, address, etc. made public along with your X-rated pics? Unless you have an exposure fetish that's sorta a nightmare scenario. This means paid hookup site/app memberships are a thing of the past. That may sound great, but the sites/apps depend on that revenue. And the new rules require they do a lot of work - verifying your identity and verifying the legality of each image you upload. I don't see how they can survive. At a bare minimum they'll stop sponsoring events, membership prices will go up (to cover the additional staff needed to comply with the rules and the members who leave their sites/apps). It's not going to be pretty. For years now the credit card companies have dictated what adult content you see. There is adult content that's legal that they don't approve of that you never see. There's a literal war going on against porn and it's the cause of all these changes. It started a few years ago with states like Utah passing measures saying porn was a public health hazard. (There's no scientific evidence to support that claim). And then they progressed to claiming that all sex work is "sex trafficking" (when that's not the case at all). Then they went after PornHub for enabling sex trafficking when Facebook's issues with sex trafficking are literally like a thousand times greater. (PornHub had major legal issues, but they were with piracy, not sex trafficking.) Then they appeared before legislators in Canada (where Mindgeek is headquartered) trying to get the owners of Mindgeek arrested. (Mindgeek owns most of the straight porn industry, including PornHub, as well as significant parts of gay porn - like Sean Cody, Men.com and Reality Dudes.) The law enforcement folks who were called kept repeating that they're not aware of any laws that were broken and hence couldn't arrest anyone. Then there were calls by the most extreme agitators to actually kill the owners of Mindgeek. (Which sounds a lot like one of ISIS' "fatwahs"). And now the (under construction) home of one of the owners of MindGeek just got burned to the ground by an arsonist, which means the calls to kill the owners need to be taken extremely seriously. In the middle of all that the anti-porn folks have been pressuring Visa and Mastercard to be stricter with adult content. MindGeek deleted 80% of the content on PornHub, XTube, etc. just to please Mastercard. And now Mastercard is going further and getting stricter with adult content. The straight folks don't really care what happens to hookup/dating sites. Most of the dating sites on the straight side of the business are fraudulent (none of girls actually exist - they're all chat bots). And the few legit ones could probably go PG-13. But that's not the case with LGBT+ sites. We're not going to join a PG-13 site. The bottom line here is that sex and porn are political. The reason why I had a very hard line against the pro-Trump folks last fall was because they're the ones going after porn and the gay community. The whole anti-porn thing is wrapped up in the QAnon belief that there's a huge amount of child sex trafficking. The hysteria over that is what's driving all this. I have a niece who feels like she needs to wear a gun on her otherwise her kids will be snatched at any moment and sex trafficked. She's college-educated and both of her parents are scientists. It's just bonkers. But the point is politics matters. Who you vote for matters. Whether you vote matters. Whether you write your elected officials matters.

Exactly! We will get STIs. The question is whether we seek them out and intentionally give them to others. There's a huge difference between unintentionally getting and spreading them and intentionally getting and spreading them.

We chatted for a while, sharing a joint, having drinks and relaxing. Then Den loaded the pipe and passed it round. Dan took a long pull and handed it on to Zac before kneeling in front of Den and burying his face in his balls and blowing out his smoke. I was absently stroking my cock looking at him wiggling his tight butt and winking his hole. Zac leant over and tapped the pipe on my knob, "Want me to help you out there?" He grinned and handed over the pipe and lighter as he got down and took my cock in his mouth. I took a good huff watching him suck me and blew it out over his face. I could see Dan licking Den's stiffening shaft. My arse was twitching at the sight and I couldn't take my eyes off the thick, 10 inch ... Lets face it, cock simply doesn't do it justice. 10 inches of uncut, shiny black pudding. My mouth was watering. Den caught my eye, "Gonna fuck him, or what?" Zac lifted off me, and I realised I was solid and throbbing. I stepped over and pressed my knob on Dan's winking hole. It was slick from Zac's spit and mucous, and Dan slid straight down over me, flexing his muscles all the way. I still had the pipe, so took another lungful and passed it to Den. He leant forward, kissed me, and I passed the smoke to him. I let Dan grind on my cock while the rush washed over me, then started a slow, easy fuck. After a few strokes, I felt Zac's wet fingers at my hole. I shifted up a bit to give him better access. I bottomed out in Dan and Zac pressed himself against me. I stayed in place, gyrating inside Dan, until Zac's knobend popped home. Pulling back from Dan, Zac slid into me and I started fucking Dan and myself. Zac leant closer in with each stroke, and we started moving in rhythm. He was fingering around my shaft in Dan and his in me, upping the pace, driving harder into my guts, pushing me into Dan so much we lurched forward up onto Den and I popped out of Dan. Zac kept fucking as Dan slid away and I was face to shaft with Den. I rubbed my face across the solid meat, spreading Dan's spit over my cheeks, and started licking. "That's it." Dan rubbed the back of my head. Zac had slowed and Dan had slid beneath us, rimming and toungueing me round Zac's fucking. He pressed a finger in alongside, then two. Zac planted himself balls deep and grabbed my hips to sit us back. Dan was holding his cock straight up and took hold of Zac's as we sat back until he pushed his pierced knob into me. They obviously had practice - they both fucked in different rhythm but didn't miss a stroke. My legs were shaking so much in the end, we couldn't keep it going and rolled apart. Dan rolled me on my front, "Not finished with you yet, cunt," and plunged straight back in to me, starting up a merciless piston fucking. "Ready for my load?" I milked at his cock with my cunt muscles, "Oh fuck yes, spunk me, man!" He grunted, then almost roared, and started bucking around in me. With one last hard deep thrust, his cock started pumping, "ARGH! Take my spunk, ya queer cunt!" I was clamping as hard as I could, feeling every pulse, until finally he slumped on to me and rolled off. I d round to get my arse up, hoping to hold as much of his juice inside and possible, and get my head down to suck him clean. As soon as I'd tasted his cum and my arse on him, he started pissing again. I didn't need to be told to swallow this time...

My first time at a bookstore was on my 18th birthday. I walked in kinda nervous, just walked around checking the place out and watching. I was rock hard watching other guys much older just looking at me with this look of lust, some tugging on their bulges and some having their dicks out and stroking them. I went into the dark room, took my cloths off and walked out dressed like a street whore. Wearing a dark wig, red lipstick, some sluty outfit, short skirt, crotchless panties and fishnets. As I was walking around putting myself on display in a way everyone was staring at me. I wound up going back into the dark room where some of the guys followed me. They began groping me all over and taking turns showing their dicks in my mouth feeding me their loads. After they finished leaving my face covered in cum, I walked out into the open group room where I made friends with these two older Daddies who were nice enough to take me under their wings. Then feed me their fat 8-9” dicks, had me call sick into work, then took turns fucking me as others watched stroking their dicks feeding me their loads, dumping them on my face and body. The two Daddies then decided to share me with others, I was in the middle of the room on an odoman getting fucked by total strangers. After they were done the two Daddies asked me how I was enjoying my birthday so far as I was about to answer one of them slid his fingers in my flooded hole pulling out a scoop of cum and fed it to me as the other buried his throbbing cock deep inside me. I moaned like a whore in heat omfg it’s amazing Daddy best birthday ever. Do you want to have some more fun and play with your Daddies? Be our dirty cock hungry faggot sissy slut? I moaned mmmmhmmmm yassss Daddy I do. I walked out a disgusting mess just like that and walked through the parking lot. They took me to a cruise spot at a park n ride where they whored me out some more. I felt so disgusting but so extremely turned on, when we were walking out of the woods the sun was coming up and commuters were beginning to start pulling into the parking lot. I told them that I think it would be fun and kinda hot if maybe I sucked their dicks and they fucked me out in the open. They smiled and said well you are the birthday whore. They took videos taking turns wrecking and breeding my hole as random people pulling in watched. After they took me to my car I told them what an amazing time I had and that if they wanted we could do this again or make it a regular thing. They smiled, we swapped numbers and went our ways. As I was driving home one of them called me and gave me directions to come to his house. He told me that his wife and kids were already gone for the day, and I want you to come over. When I walked in through the front door he was already naked, rock hard and stroking his fat cock. As I walked around the kitchen checking out his house, I asked him if we were all alone with no one to bother us. I walked up to him dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around his fat cock. He busted out some coke, Tina and poppers for us, after that cocktail he slammed his fat cock so deep and hard inside me that I came off the ground. He fucked me for hours putting numerous loads inside me. When it was time to leave he asked me if I was ok with everything that went on, if there was a time where he might have crossed the line. I smirked and replied oh I think lots of lines were crossed, envelopes pushed but none that I didn’t love and enjoyed.

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"Well ... since you asked uncle Mic ... I've wanted to watch you get fucked for years now. Can my buds and I come along with you tonight ... on your sexual exploits to be clear?" "Sure lad! But maybe ya don't have to wait. I've wanted yr pa ta fawk me fr years. What da ya say Patty? Can ya give yr son this birthday gift?" "What?! I's never fawked a bloke. Won't it change our friendship?" "Maybe; but, ya just 'ad me suck yr cock. Arse or mouth, same difference ta me. I was always jealous of ya wife Patty. God rest 'er soul. Come on, give me a proper dickin and fulfill yr son's curiosity. " "Son?" "Fuckin A. Yeah dad. Breed uncle Mic." "I don't know." Mic proceeded to undress Pat and suck his already hard cock. When he lined up Pat's cock to his hole there was no resistance so he just pushed back on to fully impale himself. "Okay ya straight bastard, fawk me like there's no tomorra." Pat was very timid to start but with Mic's encouragement he began to pound his friend's ass doggy style. He was just beginning to loose his self-consciousness when he felt his own ass cheeks being spread. Surprised he stopped fucking and his son's tongue started licking his hole. His mind wanted to be repulsed but the sensation was just to enjoyable. Mic looked back to see what the interruption was and when the boy stood Mic egged him on. The boy quickly buttered his cock and lined the naked head up with his dad's ass. "What do you say old man? Can I pop your cherry for my birthday present?" "Yr Ma's rollin over in 'er grave laddio! Rollin over and laughin if I knows 'er. Go slow son. I's never put nothin up there in me blessed life. 'Appy 16th birthday." Pat's eyes bulged and his face contorted in pain as his son's cock split open his hole and the head penetrated. Uncle and boy coached him to breathe deeply. He couldn't believe how full he felt as the pole pushed deeper. When the boy started pumping he remembered where his cock was and joined in his son's rythm. He'd never experienced such a combination of pleasure and pain. Mic kept up a lilting litany of dirty talk and encouragement. The pace, intensity and coordination of the fuck dance grew. "Nice fuck pa. I'm ready to cum in your ass. What do you say?" "Fawk laddie. I wants ta say no, but since it's yr birthday an all go ahead. Cum in me arse." The boy collapsed onto his dad's back and spewed his young sperm all over his dad's gut walls. That's when Pat lost it and began unloading in his best friend Mic. "Yeah, that's it ya old straight fool! 'Bout time ya bred me hungry arse. Let me milk the blarney life out ya weeny cock. Give me every last drop oh that Irish cum." When they finally pulled apart Pat spoke up; "Well ya 'appy lad? 'Appy wit ya birthday gift? 'Cause I won't be doin that again anytime soon, be sure ah that lad." "To bad dad, 'cause my buds are on their way over in a half hour. They all want another go at my hole today. And I know some won't leave 'til they've had a go at uncle Mic. Most won't be satisfied 'til uncle Mic has a go at them. Better break out your best Irish whiskey Pa! "Always knew ya lad was a chip off 'is uncle's block. I know's ya's straight me friend, but ya throws a good fawk. Too good ta keep it all ta ya right hand. Let's toast the lucky Blarney Stone ya lad 'as kissed and 'it the shower afore the real party begins."

Earlier tonight. Was messaging this guy who works at a Subway near me. Said he could go out back for a quickie. I was hanging out back jerking to get ready. Average looking 20 y/o blonde guy. Dropped his pants and did a quick spit and stick. He hadn’t asked about doing safe so I just went raw and came inside him. I was playing with his dick and he had a nice one, said he should fuck me too. My turn up against the wall and he did me the same pumping a blast inside me I could feel. He lit up a cigarette as he pulled his pants up saying he was on a smoke break and offered it to me. I took a few puffs and said he was a hot fuck and we should do it again and swapped numbers. He liked that I did him raw and said he really enjoyed public fucking like that and enjoyed the risk. I really didn’t know what to say but agreed as it was true for me too. He finished his cigarette and said we should do it again as his store gets really dead after 9 and he has plenty of time to fuck. Something tells me I’m probably not the only coming by late nights to load his ass in the alley.

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

I was horny and hungover and feeling a bit burned out from partying the night before. In total I had about 2 hours of sleep between hanging with a few friends and then getting home and trying to pass out. Every time I tried to sleep, I would end up on my phone and refreshing my Grindr screen over and over again. After a few more attempts to sleep, I said fuck it, got up and smoked some weed while cruising for dick. I live in an urban area but with COVID-19 and a relatively small bubble, I have not been hooking up much... or at all. The sexual frustration was getting to me. I am a late 20s guy, pretty sexually adventurous, but also really shy and often afraid to make the first move. I am 5'11, 180 lbs, 6in uc dick, and handsome, or so I am told. My online profiles are pretty tame. I usually use two different accounts and this early morning I was logged into my slut account. Barely any information, just a picture of me in my underwear showing off a thick ass, and the title, "Looking now" with a downwards arrow. I tend to get a bit of chatter from guys but rarely do I get and solid action and I often chicken out before anything can happen. I am a bit goofy but have a dark side, especially when I party. I have lots of desires and fetishes, but rarely do I act on any of them for fear of being hurt or in catching something. Also, I am always worried that my sexual adventures could follow me publicly. Today I wasn't really sure what I was looking for, I just knew my thresholds and inhibitions seem to feel much lower than usual. Shortly into my Grindr refresh and toke journey I got a message from a blank profile about 5 miles away, asking me what's up, followed by a dick pic, and, "looking to play? hosting here." The dick was wet and hard, uncut, and looked like it was attached to a fairly average body and a huge set of balls. My stoner mind, hard dick, and hangover combined, making my mouth water and my ass feel tight just at the sight of the dick. I took a hit of poppers and started crafting my reply. Me: "Hey, hot dick. Horny here. Hungover, not sure what I am looking for. Had a pretty late night" Him: "Nice. Your ass looks nice, you like to get fucked? Hosting and alone here. You should come over." I dont know what compelled me to write what I wrote next, but I did. Me: "You ever like it anon?" I often watch a lot of amateur anonymous bareback porn, with the scenes where a younger guy is blindfolded and used by a few men always making me cum. Him: "Fuck yeh. You want it anon? We can do it anon. I have my own place and I can blindfold you. We never have to even see each other's faces." My dick started to throb. I closed Grindr for a minute, feeling overwhelmed and thinking this conversation was going to get me into trouble. I switched back to some porn, took another hit of weed and a hit of poppers. As soon as the poppers and weed starting hitting I switched back to Grindr and saw a few more messages from the same guy. "Come on over, I can fuck you, you can leave. It will be fun. Trust me"... "Hey? You interested?"... "Fuck dude, where did you go? So horny here"... "you like to party?"... "fine, you are just another cock tease. fuck it." I had only ghosted for a few minutes but clearly he was frustrated. I zeroed in on the party comment and decided to say fuck it, I am going for it. Me: "Yeh. I like to party. Ill come over. But I want it anon, you do what you want to me. I def like to party, Stoned here but open to all kinds. Do what you want." He replied with his address and asked, "how long?" I ordered an Uber. Me: "10 minutes away, should arrive in 20. What are my instructions?" ----- In the 10 minutes before the uber arrived I did a quick clean out. My head was a bit light, but I could feel the stone starting to wear off so I took a shot of tequila. It was pretty early in the morning, but I knew I was going to lose my nerve. When the Uber arrived, I locked the door to my place, left a note for my roomie, and headed out. In the car I read his instructions over and over again. Him: "When you arrive, come in the side door off of the garage and strip down completely. I will have a bandana and a jock strap for you to put on. Leave your clothes in the garage. Once you are ready, I will come and get you and lead you into the house. Then, you follow instructions. Is that clear?" I had responded and said yes, but between the time I confirmed and getting into the uber, my nerve was starting to dissolve. The shot of tequila hadnt done much, the weed was wearing off, and I couldnt sniff poppers in the back of the uber. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I sent him a message. I was having second thoughts. "Im on my way over. Im getting nervous. You do this often?" No response. The uber kept driving along. Thankfully the journey was a bit slower than I anticipated. I wrote some more. "You got condoms?" No response. His profile indicated he was online, but he was either ignoring me or he was preoccupied. "Man, I am really having second thoughts. How do I know you wont hurt me?" Still no response. I sat silently in the uber and refreshed my grindr page. His profile was getting closer and closer. As we neared his place, more hot profiles starting showing. I thought, at least I could ditch him and head somewhere else if needed. I was wrestling with myself and my head, feeling my cock strain against my tight undies in my blue jeans while my rational and logical brain were telling me to go home, find another way to scratch this itch. I was lost in my thought when I felt the driver slow the car down and stop. We pulled over on the side of the street and in the lot next to where we were was a nice average looking home in a decent neighbourhood. The lights were seemingly off and there was no car in the driveway. The driver asked, "are you getting out?" I mumbled something, looked out the window and just as I did, rain started pouring down. "Man, I got other rides I gotta get. You want to get out here or do you need to go somewhere else?" Was I ready for this? I wasn't so sure. I was incredibly horny, but I wasn't sure the guy was even there. He hadn't responded to any of the messages and suddenly my phone vibrated. It was a message from him. It read: Him: "get out of the car and come inside like instructed". I looked at the uber driver, said thanks, and walked out into the rain. I was instantly soaked. The entire time I kept one hand in my pocket, holding onto my poppers. The other hand held my phone, which was thankfully waterproof. The walk from the curb to the door on the garage was only a few moments, but my clothes were completely soaked through and the wet denim was rubbing against my cock as I walked. I stood outside the door for a few moments, looked at our grindr conversation, and said to myself, fuck it, you are here now might as well go through with it. I was overcome with anticipation and I couldn't turn back now. I opened the door and entered the dark garage. It was quiet except for the sound of the rain. My eyes took a few moments to adjust, but over to the left hand side next to a door going into the house I saw a stool with a bottle of water, some fabric, and a note. The note read, "Take off your clothes. Put on the blindfold and the jock strap and sit on the stool." I did as I was instructed. My pants were soaked so I wasnt sure where to put the phone or my blindfold, so I held the phone in my hand and tucked the poppers into the waist band of the jock strap. The jock was tight, pulling my skin and holding my cock and walls up tight against my body. My skin was cold and wet from the rain and my nerves were feeling pretty intense. I started to shiver. I heard the sound of a door, possibly the one next to me. I heard some breathing. My senses were overwhelmed without being able to see. The rain sounded like it was pounding furiously against the roof. I was about to ask if everything was alright when I felt a hand grap my wrist and pull me up abruptly. Then he spoke. "Give me your phone and your poppers. Ill give them back once we are inside". I wanted to speak or object, but my body gave in. His deep voice and commanding tone gave me no room to say otherwise. He started to lead me through the door. He didnt talk and he guided me roughly, but I felt I didnt have much choice. We went down a set of carpeted stairs shortly after going through the door. It smelled like we were in a basement, not bad, but distinct. I made a few surprised sounds as he guided me around, but we didnt talk. We stopped. I felt him come around in front of me. He seemed taller, bigger, and much more of a man than me. I couldn't see him, but in my eye I kept picturing his dick and the grindr messages. It was much warmer down here than the garage, but I was still shaking. He grabbed both my wrists and held them up in front of me. He started wrapping something around my wrists. I was scared and I wasn't sure what was happening. Was he tying me up? I opened my mouth to say something and just as I did he leaned in close and I could feel his breath on my face. He spoke, "Repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun.'" I was startled, and wasn't sure what I should do. He was tying my wrists very tightly. He said it again. "I said, repeat after me. 'This is going to be fun'." I started to whisper his words back to him. He laughed with a short gruff chuckle. "Fuck yeh." He stepped away. I wasnt sure where he was, I couldnt really tell where in a room I was. I was just standing there in my jock and now my hands were tied in front of me. I was able to move my elbows and extend a bit, but I wasn't sure what was going to come next. Suddenly I felt a rough push, shoving me forward. I couldnt catch myself and I fell forward quickly. I didnt fall far or hard, but I landed on something soft and about the size of my torso with my knees hitting the carpeted floor and my head and part of my chest falling a bit over the edge of something. It felt like he threw me over an ottoman. He spoke, "Hold these, use them as you'd like". He put a bottle in my hand, it felt like my poppers. My nerves were really getting the best of me. I wanted to ask what was happening. I felt him grab my ankles and start pulling them apart. I was prone, half tied up, and ass up over an ottoman. This was already more than I bargained for. Me: "Hey, I think this is getting out of hand and I..." I wasnt able to say anything else. He leaned forward and shoved his fingers in my mouth. Him: "Shhh. You are going to love this." Somehow with his free hand I could feel him wrapping something around my ankles while his other fingers were down my throat. He switched hands and continued probing my mouth with his other hand. The hand that was just in my mouth went to my ass. It felt like he was trying to explore my throat with this hand from the inside out. I started to gag and convulse a little bit, but he kept at it. His mouth tasted funny and at times it felt like there was something in his hand as if he was trying to force me to swallow something. As he did this started poking at my hole. I could feel the left over saliva on his fingers from when he first entered my mouth. He applied a little bit of pressure and slipped inside in with his finger going straight in. I groaned. It felt good but I also was starting to feel terrified. I also couldnt speak. He fingered my mouth and my whole for a few minutes longer while I groaned before pulling out suddenly. I started to speak. Me: "Hey, this is hot, but did you get my messages? You got condoms?" He laughed again in that short gruff sort of way, but didn't respond. I considered my options. I was now tied up at the feet, attached to something, not sure what, but my legs were pulled somewhat apart and my I was splayed out over this ottoman, my hands being tied too. I could operate the bottle of poppers, but otherwise, my wrists were joined and I wasn't overly mobile. "Look. You can fuck me, but.. I ..l ... " My brain started feeling really warm. I could feel myself grinding the ottoman slightly, my dick rubbing against the fabric of the jock and the furniture. It was feeling somewhat hard to speak. "...I... i... I really want to play safe." He chuckled again and spoke, "I can do whatever I want." I started to reply again but as I did, he interrupted. "There is something to drink in front of you. Ill be back". With that, I heard him walk away. ----- I couldnt see anything, all I could do was feel my other senses. When I first got in the room I couldn't hear anything, now, seemingly alone, I could hear the rain, occasional noises from the house, and I could hear porn playing softly. I was completely over my head here, but I was also getting more and more horny. The night before my friends and I had taken some MDMA, and I have partied a fair bit, so I could tell that I was now on something. My growing horniness was alongside my lack of ability to focus on anything but my dick. I could still operate the bottle of poppers and also reach the water bottle in front of me. I took some swigs of water and took a few hit of poppers and my mind exploded. The water tasted funny and everything was becoming more difficult while my ass and dick were radiating heat. I had nothing else I could do but sniff the poppers, drink the water, and grind. I heard the door open and I groaned. I must have been a beautiful site, ass up, tied up, and grinding into the ottoman. The faint sounds of porn that I could hear earlier suddenly got a lot louder and music was turned on. It was a deep thumbing electronic beat, with the sounds of someone getting fucked on top of it. I couldn't hear anything else. I felt a hand on my ass. Then, the hand glided around my body. He was coming around to face me in the front. His hand felt like electric fire tracing a line from my ass to my head. I could barely think about anything other than cock. I was clearly very high, on some sort of MDMA mix. My ass was tingling really intensely and I couldn't measure the passing of time. As the hand reached my hand I felt a dick poke at my face. I opened my mouth and let it in. It was a nice dick, likely around 7inches. It was leaking precum already and I couldnt get enough. I groaned heavily while I started sucking. The hand became a set of hands and both wrapped around the back of my head and he started pumping in and out of my mouth with the beat of the music and said, "Fuck yeah, take that dick". I was feeling really out of it, but I could tell instantly that this was a different voice. It was slightly higher, less rough, and sounded like it belonged to someone younger. I kept sucking. As I did I felt something on my ass. A cold drizzle of liquid was poured on my ass as this new person drilled in and out of my mouth. What the fuck was happening? How am I now high on god knows what in the basement of a strangers house with lube being poured down my ass crack while another strangers dick was in my mouth? I felt a hand on my ass, pulling and poking the lube into my hole with a finger. There was very little resistance. The drugs and poppers made me very loose. Behind my blindfold the darkness was replaced with a cascading and ever changing series of images influenced by the sounds of the porn, what i was experienced, and the music. I felt helpless and ravenous. The dick pulled out of my mouth. I heard the original voice, coming from behind me, "Ive got him ready to go. You have first go". The person in front of me moved away from me and behind. I started to feel nervous again and began to speak, but it was hard to get my words together. "I... i... use... safe." I heard both of them chuckle. I went to open my mouth again but didnt get any words out before I felt a dick enter my mouth. As it did, I heard the original man. Him: "We are safe. You are safe. Shh. Dont worry. Enjoy the experience." He started pumping in and out of my mouth and I felt the other guy spread my ass cheeks apart as he placed the head of his dick at my hole. I started to mumble while the dick was in my mouth something that might have sounded like "condom" but it was barely audible. He pushed in and entered me fully. I was now high as a kit, impaled by two cocks from two strangers, tied up in a basement. Both men were pumping me with the sound of the music, or at least it felt that way. I was in part feeling like I was in heaven, and in another way, I was feeling like I was on a one-way ride to hell. These men could do whatever they wanted to me, I couldnt do anything about it. I didnt want to do anything about it. I couldn't tell for sure, but given the sounds of the porn in the room, the use of drugs, and the commands I was being given, I was pretty sure there were no condoms being used here this morning. I didnt have the energy to ask or protest. Both men were fairly silent except for the occasional groan. I felt like we had only been fucking for a few minutes, but time didn't quite make sense. I could feel their rhythm, but the loud music and the inability to move with the blindfold only allowed me to really focus on the sensations of their dicks. The cock in my mouth would push in to my throat, then pull out so just the head was inside. I could taste pearls of precum on the tip of the uncut dick and I eagerly lapped it up. The dick in my ass would go all the way in and pause and pull out slowly, then pick up the pace. I was being ridden by two men at the same time in a drugged out fantasy of my making. I really started to lose touch with reality and my brain felt like it was going to spin. The man in front of me, who I assumed was the man I originally talked with, was also feeding me a steady supply of poppers. The man behind me was at a steady pace, but his noises started to increase. The porn that was playing was getting more intense. I could hear a bottom groaning and whimpering at what sounded like a room of men. The sounds of the men inside me and the sounds of the men I could hear from the porn started to become indistinguishable. In my mind, behind the blindfold, I started to picture myself as the bottom in whatever porn they were playing. I was a fucktoy and nothing else. The guy inside my ass groaned, and I felt him put all his wait in me as he put his head behind mine and let out a growl. The man in my mouth shoved his cock deep then pulled out slightly at the same time. Suddenly, spurt after spurt of cum hit my tongue while both men growled. I felt the guy in my ass shudder and push deeper and pull out slightly and hold his dick as it spasmed in my hole. I was being filled up from both ends. I felt my mouth around the dick and I was sucking on it tightly, feeling like I should never let it go. My ass was clenched tightly around the other mans cock. I wanted it all. Both mean eased out of both holes, despite the vice grip my mouth and ass had on them. They both backed away from me and then I couldnt tell what was happening. All I could hear was the porn and the music. All I could feel was empty, with dribbles of cum rolling down my chin and my ass feeling very wet. I felt a hand on my back and suddenly a voice by my ear and then, he spoke. It was the original guy. "Hear, take these. We need a break. We will back shortly. Enjoy yourself till then." He shoved his hand in my mouth, pulled my head back and made me swallow. I wasnt sure what it was. Another set of hands was behind me and I felt something push at my hole. It didnt feel like a dick, it must have been a but plug. My ass tingled and burned slightly, but it felt great to be full at least. After I finished swallowing I felt something being fastened around my head and then felt something rubber being placed in my mouth. A ball gag. Then, I was alone. The music was turned off as well. I could still hear the porn and between the sounds of someone getting railed on whatever video they were watching, I heard sounds of footsteps walking away followed by the sound of a door. I was alone. I heard a door open again, some distance away and the second guy, the one who surprised me yelled, "We might need a break fag, but there are others who are ready to go. We gave our address out to a few guys online with pics of your sweet hole. Get ready to be used." ----- More to come. Sorry if this was too long. Was trying to include details. I love stories like this so thought I would try writing one myself.

Brock was 21, nearly 22 and had just learned about BBRT.com from his friend Matt. Matt told him it was a dating site like Grindr but for hookups and sex rather than dates and friends. Brock was instantly addicted by the flood of attention and emails and oinks. Even in a smallish, bottom-saturated city like Salt Lake, Utah, his profile had been viewed over 2000 times in the first week. Matt had offered to take a few profile pics of him naked and Brock was more than willing to get on all fours, looking teasingly behind him while arching his back. He then pulled back his plump yet firm rump with a hand, exposing a tight pink wink that puckered at the thought of all the men who might fill and flood his hole with loads of hot cum. Most of his replies to emails ended when he confessed he could not host as he still lived at home. It was a fantasy and Brock had unloaded at least a liter of semen over the span of that first month, jacking off and fingering his slick insides to the thought of those men who had begged him to allow them to come over and unload their very blue balls into his pretty pink guts. The need escalated. Brock fantasized, night after night about finally getting railed, not by just one...but a slew of men. One after another, entering him and thrusting themselves deeper and leaving dripping wet with thick, slimy cum what he imagined a red and ruined rectum. He moaned at the thought. He was resolved. The next night he told his parents he was gonna stay over night with Matt. Matt covered for him even though Matt knew Brock was at that moment reserving a room at the nearby La Quinta Inn and posting a quick connect ad with the following: 21 yo eager virgin bottom. Looking for all types. I’ll be ass-up face-down with the door slightly ajar. I’ve opened myself up with my plug but I need you to open me up more and breed me. *** The first to enter the motel room was Jack. Jack had seen the ad and couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d been stalking this kid for almost three weeks now trying to get in him. And here was Brock, spread out before him on his flat belly on this motel bed just begging for his rather large uncut cock to fill his hole. Jack snorted, opened his belt and unzipped. He silently and gently pulled Brock by his hips to the edge of the bed and kneeled down to worship Brock’s ass. He opened his ass cheeks and heard Brock moan with pleasure as he licked and sucked his tender tissue, pulling it just inside his mouth with more and more force as he sucked with increasing pressure. Brock’s ass relaxed and Jack thrust in his tongue, letting his saliva seep into him. Jack stood, flopped out his fat beer can dick, spat on his shaft already slick with precum and lined it up with Brock’s hole. Beads of precum rose from Jack’s cockhead as he pulled back his foreskin and pushed into Brock. Jack smiled as Brock sucked in sharply and winced as he thrust in balls deep. He wanted to sear into Brock’s memory the moment he’d passed the point of no return. He grabbed Brock’s hips, anticipating Brock would squirm and buck under the pressure of his forceful entry and immediately started thrusting in and out just keeping his cockhead inside Brock and then balls deep again. A few more thrusts and Jack’s breathing quickened. “Oh Jesus kid, your ass is gripping my cock so good. Oh fuck! I’m gonna flood your ass now. You’re getting it....right...now”. Jack grunted as he released his load into Brock’s ass. He felt warm liquid pressure build and then felt his massive load fill up around his cockhead and slide down and around his shaft as he thrusted deep putting his weight on top of Brock’s arched back and ass. He hilted himself there for a moment until he softened slightly and slowly slid out watching with amazement as a large wad of thick, pearly cum made a plop as it fell out of Brock’s gaping, sore and puffy pucker. Brock gasped repeatedly, catching his breath. Had he cum? Hands-free? This guy had just pumped him full of the biggest load he’d ever felt. Was he still leaking out? He relaxed as he heard Jack’s belt buckle back up. He heard Jack cough and snort and then he heard the door hit the slide bar. Still ajar....

Mic embodied the lilt of an Irish leprechaun. At 5' 4", 140 lbs. and an impish cute face few believed his real age could possibly be 46. Most guessed 24. Medium length fiery red hair and beard kept with no mustache leprechaun fashion. His tight muscular body was moderately hairy and few could resist his burning bush in bathhouses and sex parties. This was aided by his beautiful 7" uncut cock which knew well how to give and receive pleasure. His peach hair covered buttocks was a magnet for raw cock and his guts couldn't collect enough cum. He was a sex addict and very proud of it. Unlike so many addicts he was a loveable sort that everyone liked, admired and trusted. I guess they were pulled in and mesmerized by the beautiful Irish lilt of his accent. Pat was Mic's best friend. They'd been neighbour's growing up in Ireland. Strange that they'd become best friends 'cause Pat was eight years older than Mic and Pat turned out to be straight. But they had bonded in the dangerous times of 'the struggles'. The violence and hatred in the streets had motivated them both to emigrate as soon as Mic turned 16. They moved to Halifax N.S., worked hard and met up often at their favorite Irish Pub. Pat married shortly after their move, had a son, and raised him alone because his wife died of cancer within two years of the boy's birth. Pat was a dedicated father and although not related by blood the boy embraced and called Mic uncle. The day of the boy's eighteenth birthday Mic was invited to Pat's home for a celebratory meal. Mic was a bit surprised to be the only guest, but knew Pat was a loner and quite naive. Pat had not yet grasped his little boy was well on his way to adulthood. After the candles were blown out and the cake served Pat spoke in his usual serious tone; "Micky, me lad 'as somethin to tell yah. " "Oh dad. It's not a big deal. Uncle Mic, I'm gay. " "So's ya like ta stick ya dick in arse does ya me lad! Why don't ya's all tell me somethin I haven't know since ya was four. But good on ya. Ya's all legal and all now. So tell me, why's ya here with your old uncle and lame dad when ya could be suckin and fuckin the night away. A fine virial handsome bloke like you." Mic beamed. "That's more or less what I told dad. But he wanted dinner with you, and I love you so it's okay." "Mic. I needs to know what me boys up to. You needs show me and him." "Ya wacky Irish idiot! What does ya mean? Ya wants me ta demonstrate a blow job here at ya table" Pat backed his chair from the table, unzipped and fished out his limp cock. Mic smiled and winked at the boy; "I'se been a waitin decades to get ya dad's wee cock in my mouth son. Watch this Irish pro!" Mic began by toungeing Pat's cut mushroom head. He proceeded to slide the entire cock into his mouth and bring it to it's full six inch hardness. When fully hard he pulled off, licked the precum from the slit and again winked at the boy before bobbing away at increasing speed. It was not long before a breathless Pat cried; "Ya better stop, ya flamin fool. I'se gonna pop off any second. " Mic just kept at it and Pat spewed his load down Mic's throat. The lad was laughing and clapping as Mic pulled off, licked his lips and for the third time winked at the boy. When Pat caught his breath he seriously said; "I hear ya uncle Micky's a pro. Now ya sees how it's done lad. Any questions?" This time it was the boy winking at his uncle. "Well I've heard of fucking. Uncle Mic will you show me how to fuck? I want to get it right. "

I have answered no to both questions. A nice and straightforward response, but let me put some context that might help especially if you've ever read any of my fictions. I found this site a while ago, a while before I was diagnosed with HIV. It blew my mind and I blew some loads. It wasn't until I'd spent some considerable time here, reading, digesting and trying to understand what I was seeing. I was always a barebacker, I loved nothing more than letting guys fill me up, but the longer I spent here the more and more I was coming to the conclusion that I was following a chaser's path. What I didn't know, for all of this time, I was already poz. (hidden message, seriously, get tested) It progressed as it will untreated and while I carried on doing what I was doing I went full blown. I ended up with pneumonia and was very, very, fucking close to dead. This is where I consider myself lucky. I live in the UK and the NHS saved my life and brought me back from the brink. After a few very long and uncomfortable conversations about my life at that point I decided that meds was my way forward. Mostly because I quite simply didn't want to die. Because I had already spent so long here I feel I came to terms with things pretty damn quickly. Because I have always maintained personal fitness and, believe it or not, my general health I recovered well. My CD4 count climbed and my viral load has been undetectable from about 6 months after I was diagnosed. I intend this to remain the case. Now, I genuinely believe I would have actively chased had things not come to the conclusion they did, it was a path I was already a long way down. Conjecture is easy however and we can only deal with things the way they actually happen. I ended up poz, it was anticlimactic in as much as I never knew who bred me or even when it happened. I just ended up in a hospital bed full of tubes with a stern consultant talking very seriously to me. Since then I have enjoyed myself thoroughly. I'm undetectable. I disclose it on my profiles, I get checked out regularly and am always quite amazed at how calm the clinic staff are when I discuss my sexual screens. I consider the chance that STDs will happen because no matter how many measures you take to reduce risks if you bareback you take risks. But I'm not looking for them, at all. If you've made it this far, I commend you, I want to say that everything I've just said is entirely personal to me. If this gives a perspective you haven't considered, cool. I don't judge if you disregard everything either, your choice. As far as I'm concerned this site has shown me that acceptance starts with yourself, cliché I know 🙄, but it definitely helps having others who recognise and understand what is going on. Just be careful of sounding off in an echo chamber. Have fun guys!

Was vaccinated with the second dose of Pfizer on Christmas Eve 2020 because im a healthcare worker that works on a medical respiratory ICU where almost all of the patients admitted to our unit are COVID+. You do not want to be intubated because youre unable to protect your airway, and even when you recover, desat just standing up out of bed to sit in a chair. Not at all a pleasant sight. I myself only had a slight reaction to the second dose; just some minor headaches and fatigue for two days is all. I am HIV+ and exposed to COVID+ patients every single day that are on airborne precautions and I still have not caught COVID. The vaccine works. Get it.

PART 2: I was spinning. I could hear porn playing but not much else. The volume was low enough that I could make out that someone was getting railed on a video, probably with multiple people, but I couldn't make out much else. I set there and felt the last remnants of jizz dribbling off my face and cooling on my exposed ass. I wasn't cold, the room felt hot and I was high as fuck. I was grinding my cock and balls into the ottoman and waiting to hear any noise or indication that something else was going to happen. Yet, nothing did. I could feel myself getting more and more high, whatever they had given me was electrifying my body, making me incredibly horny, and giving me zero interest in turning back. Fear was not something I was currently experiencing. While I waited, my mind was drifting. I needed something other than the subtle sounds of porn and grinding against my soaked jock into the ottoman. I couldn't really process how I ended up here, the steps from home to this position seemed blurry, however, I started to recall other times I had been fucked while high and out of control. My first experience of partying and fucking, and my first experience of bare sex, came flooding back to me. I replayed the scene over and over in my head while I waited. I was a few years younger, having spent most of my time bartending and partying. I got in with a really fun crowd of people who liked to get a bit messy, go out, and hang out well into the next day at after parties. Before I had partied too much, a friend offered me some after a shift had ended where we worked together. I didnt think much of it, I didnt really know how it was going to make me more of a cock slut, I just figured, why not have a little fun? I asked for a half dose and my friend agreed. I didnt realize that she had actually given me a full dose and only pretended to give me a whole does. The night was fun. I didnt really think about hooking up or cruising, I mostly just enjoyed my time with my friends. When things started to wind down we all headed towards our respective homes. I stopped by my friends house as it was on the way to my place and we chatted a bit. She was ready to pass out and could barely keep herself up. She told me I could crash in her sisters room downstairs in the basement if I wanted, as there was no one else around for the weekend. She didnt say much of anything else, just got up and headed up to her room. I hadn't been rolling too hard, nor did I feel all that fucked up. I hadn't even opened Grindr or any other apps the entire night. I decided to get up and leave, then suddenly, I felt like I wasn't ready for sleep. I also didn't feel like going home. It was still dark out and I wanted more. My friend had left her purse downstairs and my mind started to wander. If I had only taken half a hit, why not take some more? I got up, grabbed her purse, and headed to her sisters room. Her sisters room was down in a half finished basement with a bathroom, entrance, and a small kitchenette. My friend was two floors above me and there was no one else. The bedroom was nice and dark, with deep curtains over the window, but still I couldnt bring myself to go to sleep. I just stared at her purse, wondering, were there more drugs, could I or should I take some? What then? I went to her purse. I didnt need to look hard. Inside was a small mints container with the same small brown pills I had seen before. Rolled up in the bag next to it was another smaller bag of white powder. I knew what was up. I grabbed the small container and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and downed two pills. I was feeling sweaty and realized it would be a good time to take a shower or bath and to just relax into the day. I hadn't brought any extra clothes with me, I also knew I could go home at any time, but I figured id wait here to see how I feel, just in case. As I went to shower, I realized I had not eaten in over 12 hours, yet I wasn't hungry at all. The pills would probably take a while to kick in and I started to feel a bit nervous, but I wasnt too worried. I opened up my phone and it was almost dead. I was feeling a bit of a buzz from deep swigs of the beer and I decided to ramp it up a notch with the white powder. I cut up a few lines and hit some, thinking, "fuck, I am going to need to pay for this". I'd figure that out later. I noticed that I had a few Grindr notifications and as the buzz grew and I stood there in the bathroom contemplating a shower and what my next steps were going to be, I opened up the app. There wasn't much. A few message from guys way earlier in night. I was in a somewhat residential area so a lot of blank profiles were near me, likely straight closeted dudes. I could feel warmth and electricity radiating out from my belly and my brain started feeling foggy. I realized I better shower quick. Just as I took off my clothes I heard the familiar beep of a Grindr notification. I got two messages, one from a 25 year old blank profile, and another from a 47 year old profile of a guy with a pic where he was wearing bike shorts and a tank top and you could. make out a sizeable bulge. I turned on shower and checked the messages. Both profiles indicated they were tops. 47 year old: Hey, you looking? 25 year old: Sup? I didnt want to waste my time or battery charge and the growing high was suddenly making me horny. I was stroking my dick and starting to roll a bit, with a bit of difficulty looking at the screen. I sent my location to both and wrote, "bottom here, horny to get fucked. At a friends in their basement in a bedroom. There is a separate entrance to the floor I am on. Friend is passed out two floors up. Can host if you are cool with it being quick and quiet. Battery is almost dead." I didnt get a response from the 47 year old before showering, but the 25 year old responded with a dick pic. A nice 7 in uc dick with shaved balls showed up on my screen with a message, "awesome. looking to top here. I can be to you in 10 minutes if you want? into anything else?" I wrote back, "Cool. Come on over. I am just jumping in the shower. Come on in and I will be on the bed in the dark waiting for you." I sent the address and instructions for my room. By this point I was really high, not sure off of what or if I was going to get any worse, but I was really rolling. I knew my time was limited so I jumped in the shower right away. I could hear my phone beeping a bit more, but knew I needed to get clean. I had a hard time not stroking my dick. I focused on the key areas, trying to clean out as best I could but I definitely rushed. I was banking on not having eaten in hours and knowing my body to feel if I was clean enough. I fingered myself in the shower and there was no resistance. Just complete horniness. I went from being completely uninterested in sex to becoming ravenous. I got out of the shower and saw messages from both guys and a couple of taps. I bolted to the room bringing the drugs and the beer, while grabbing another beer from the fridge and turning off all the lights in the unit, and dove into the bed. I opened the message from the 47 year old. He wrote, "I am a few streets over. I can come over if you want? Sounds like a hot set up." I saw my dying battery and rolled the mental dice and wrote almost the same message to him that I wrote the other guy, except adding that my battery was about to die. I checked the message from the 25 year old, and could barely read it. "I am outside in my car across the street, you ready?" I wrote back, "yes". I checked the message from the other guy and didnt get a response, but saw that my phone was at 1%. I figured, might as well be honest in my final message. "Hey, I have someone else coming over right now and phone is about to die, if you want to come over do so in 20 minutes? Door is unlocked". I hit send, and heard a grindr notification pop up and went to check the message. It was from the 25 year old and just as I was about to open the message the phone died. Fuck. I wasn't sure what I should do. I sat there silently, ass up on the bed. I was rolling super hard and felt so horny. I realized I dont know if either of them would actually come, then also realized I didnt have any lube, condoms, or poppers. Just me, high as fuck, in my friend's sister's bed, making bad decisions and stealing my friends drugs. The 25 year old had said he was on the street so I figured I might as well go look out the window. I crawled out of bed, feeling all kinds of wobbly. My eyes were starting to shift and cross and it was hard to stand up right. I got out to the living room and looked up and out through the window. I could see a car parked across the street, but I couldnt see much else. Suddenly, I saw two feet cross the window from that side of the street and head towards the drive way. I figured it must be him and he was coming in. I bolted back to the room as best I could. I took one more rip of the white power and buried my face in the pillows. I heard the door open and a tentative "hello?" I didnt say anything. I just groaned into the pillow. I heard footsteps and then the door to the bedroom close. "Hey?" I just groaned again. I was flying and my head was heavy. I just wanted him to take control. I was ass up naked and grinding on the bed. There wasn't much light in the room, but I knew he could see me well enough to know what he could or should do next. Clothing started to be removed. I stayed silent and just grinded slightly on the bed. I felt him walk over next to the head of the bed. He reached out and grabbed my head and pulled me towards his dick. I didnt open my eyes, but when it got to my lips I could tell it was rock hard and dripping. I sucked it for a few minutes, groaning the entire time. As I did I heard him say, "you got any condom or lubes?" I just groaned something akin to no, while his dick was in my mouth. He replied, "So can I rawdog you?" I just groaned. He pulled out of my mouth and moved behind me on the bed. I felt him spread my ass checks and I heard him spit. He spit a few more times and then I heard some slick sounds and I assumed he was wetting his dick. I heard the bed creak a bit as he shifted forward, and then his wet cock head at my hole. He slid in. It faced zero resistance and he went deep in the first thrust. "Holy fuck dude". He groaned as he held his dick inside me. I felt his dick jump a bit, bouncing deep inside my hole. He pulled out a bit and plunged back in. I just kept my head down and groaned into the pillow. What followed was a series of groans and gyrations. I was fully rolling now, everything feeling warm and fuzzy and excellent. My ass felt amazing. I realized that while this wasnt my first time bareback, it was really the first time doing it with a stranger, and with so little information being shared. I didnt know anything about him, just what his dick looked like, that his age was supposedly 25, and that he used the term, "raw dog". He pumped in and out. My ass was making wet slapping sounds as he plowed me and I was too high to care about the fact that I was in my friend's sister's bed, or that I didnt even ask this guy if he was neg. He just kept plowing. The paced had picked up and he was being fairly rough. The kind of roughness that comes with inexperience, as if he was trying to get deeper into me, but without much understanding for pace and rhythm. I didnt care. I was getting used. His head was right behind mine as he plowed into me. His body rihgt on top of mine, full body contact, as he shoved his dick in and out. He spoke into my ear. "Fuck dude, where do you want me to cum?" I just groaned. I didnt have the power to form words, just sounds. I groaned and felt a tension within me between wanting to get creamed and also knowing that the version of me that would eventually not be high, would want him to pull out to cum. He asked again. "Oh man. I am getting really close. Where do you want it??" He had an urgency to his voice. A pleading. "Dude, oh fuck. Dude, Im gonna nut... Where do... fuck... oh shit.. fuck." He pushed deeper, groaned, and spasmed. "Oh fuck, Im cumming in you. Fuck. Oh fuck" He shuddered and whispered these groans into my ear. He shuddered a few more times and pulled out, rolled over, and got up. I felt cum dipping out of my ass and down onto my balls in my jock. I didnt move. I heard him get dressed and as the door opened, he said, "Thanks." I heard him continue on out through the door and to the basement entrance. He left. I was incredibly horny. I wanted more. I could barely move, but I grabbed for my phone and went to check it,a nd realized the phone was dead. I willed myself to get up and search for a charger in the room. I groped around in my high junkie state and found power cords, a laptop charger, and eventually an iphone cord. I plugged my phone in and waited a few moments and then booted it up. It was slow to respond as it gathered more juice. I reached back and fingered my hole, it was sloppy and wet and it felt amazing. I rolled over onmy back a bit and fingered myself and occasionally stroked while waiting for Grindr to load. Just as it did, I saw I had a few message. There was one from the 47 year old. "I saw another young guy leave. Im here and coming in." Just as I read it I heard the basement door open. I rolled over, through my phone under my pillow and assumed the position. I was about to get used again. This guy was very different. He came in and was very direct. As soon as he was in the room he demanded, "Turn toward the window and get on your knees". I did as I was told. He disrobed quickly and walked up behind me. I was groaning and twitchy. I probably looked tweaked out. He noticed. "Fuck dude, you are hungry for it. You partying?" He slipped a finger inside me and I groaned. His finger was replaced by a heavy dick and he pushed in. He didnt say a single other word for the rest of the encounter. Just pumped me. As he did he rubbed my back and would grab my hips. This guy knew rhythm. I could hear the sloppiness of my hole as he plowed me and I am sure he knew it was filled with cum. He didnt even ask about lube or condoms. Not that it mattered. He kept up a heavy pace, not letting up once. He groaned heavily after a few minutes, put his dick completely inside me, and emptied his balls. I was in heaven. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gaping, and then put on his clothes and left. I had just taken two loads within the hour, while also rolling super heavily on drugs. I checked my phone and saw more messages, but I could barely read them. The message from the 25 year old was from before asking if he could fuck me raw. I guess I missed it after my phone died, but it didnt matter anyway. I could see light starting to come out between the curtains and I knew it was morning. I was rolling heavily and figured I probably shouldn't stay, If I was going to be able to continue any of this fun, it had to happen else where. I stumbled out of bed, put on my clothes, and brought my friends purse back up stairs. I took an extra pill and did another line, but I had to leave. I called an uber and decided to head back home. Walking wasn't an option. That morning I had taken my first two raw loads. I had barebacked before, but never had a guy, especially strangers. fuck me and cum inside me. I refreshed my Grindr page as I waited for the uber and saw more guys nearby. I sent some initial messages, but wasnt sure what the day would bring. But I needed to head home. In the end I started to come down and by the time I got home I was ready to jerk off and roll over into bed, saving that list pill for another time. I ended up jerking off for 3 hours while refreshing Grindr, but never getting the energy to follow through with any other guys. I was thinking about this encounter while I was strapped down around the ottoman, wondering what was going to happen. I was just as high after taking these two loads, as I was that first time I got fucked by strangers. The memories felt so vivid and connected to what I had jsut experienced. I heard a Grindr notification and almost thought I was still thinking about my memories, when I heard someone enter the door. There was no speaking, just someone walking towards me. I felt hands around my mouth and ball gag, removing the ball gag and also removing the blindfold. In it's place. I opened my eyes, but the room was completely dark. I heard the Grindr notification again. The sound of the person retreated and I heard a door open and close. My eyes were adjusting to the light in the room and I could make out small details. In front of me there seemed to be a big screen, but a few feet away. I tried to turn my head but realized that my neck was now fastened to a harness that was attached to something else. I could only look forward. The screen lit up. The people who owned the place must have been screen sharing somehow. On the right hand side I could see a video of what looked like me but in black and white or nightvision, on the other side of the screen I could see a mirrored iphone. The iphone screen changed to Grindr. I saw a series of messages on the grindr screen. Again, I was pretty high so it was hard to read them, but I could make out details. One of the messages was opened. The owner of the phone had written, "Yeh. He is tied up downstairs and we are whoring him out. He is pretty fucked up. You can come in, fuck him, and go. However you'd like." Someone responded back, "k. Just outside, be in a minute." I heard the door behind me open and close again. The user of the phone that was being broadcast to this screen then went to a web browser. I saw a lot of tabs open. Adam 4 Adam, Craigslist, and Manhunt. By now I figured the guys who fucked me earlier were legit whoring me out, while also making me watch and anticipate by seeing who they were talking too. I twas worse than being blind. It was seeing my fate and knowing there was nothing I could. It made me so incredibly horny. I heard someone behind me groan, then say, "Fuck. I am going to enjoy this." ----- More to come later.

I agree with most, possibly all of what @BootmanLA said. But just to answer your question and elaborate a bit more… There's an entire section of the site, the Testimonials section, that's all about how reading stuff here has changed guys' behavior. If you fantasize about something long enough you're gonna want to do it. I'd rather this site not be what gets that ball rolling when it comes to chasing STIs and progressing to AIDS. I can't stop it completely, but I can starve that fire of some of its oxygen. And like BootmanLA said - guys who didn't go through the AIDS crisis are woefully uneducated about HIV/AIDS. Hell, even the ones who did go through it weren't so enlightened when it came to accepting the efficacy of PrEP. Simply put, too many young guys don't understand the difference between HIV and AIDS. This comes from the fact that most heterosexuals don't understand the difference either, and sex ed in too many places doesn't explain the difference in effective, memorable ways. I'm hoping my drawing a line and saying fetishize HIV all you want, but don't fetishize AIDS will raise awareness that there is a huge difference in being HIV positive and having AIDS. People need to hear that message. And lastly, the whole "let's spread STIs and get AIDS" mantra is a huge ticking time bomb for the gay and poz community. If it gets widespread we'll lose the support of heterosexuals, our legal rights will regress, and funding for HIV/AIDS research will dry up. And it's possible that funding for care/support of people who are HIV positive will be curtailed. When I categorize the STI/AIDS fetishes as "harm to the community" I can't stress how much that is the root of the issue. I want nothing to do with it, and don't want this site associated with it.

Just had my cunthole raided and bred by a 6’4” tall lean ripped 18 yr old mixed race lad. Wiith a fat 10” uncut cunt busting dick! His thick heavy load impregnating right now!

"Yeah Mic. I want his first fuck to be with someone he knows and trusts. Will ya teach 'im how to fuck ya?" While Mic removed his shirt and undid his pants he asked; "What do ya say laddie? Ya wanna fuck yu uncle Mic." The boy was already getting undressed as he gave his enthusiastic consent; "Yes sir!" Mic cleared space on the table and lay on his back lifting his legs and instructing the boy to lick his arse. Pat cried; "What the fuck are ya doin? Dirty pervert. Don't ya be takin advantage of his lack ah experience." "Do ya want the lad ta learn right, ya stupid straight Irishman. Didn't ya ever go down on his Ma's lady parts? Same thing here!" The lad had already proceeded from licking to tongue fucking his uncle confirming the lad had lots of experience. But this was too much fun so there was no need to let Pat in on his and the boys secret. Amid moans of pleasure Mic instructed; "Nice lad. Now stand up and hoark some flem in me arse. Ya dad's gifted ya a big one there. It's gonna need some good lube. Come ta think of it, must uh been your Ma gave you that monster. May she rest in peace. " The boy stood and hoarked as instructed. His dad pushed him the butter dish. Scooping a generous portion the boy pushed it into uncle's willing ass. Uncle instructed him to butter his 9" erection and line it up with uncle's hole. "As I take a deep breath me lad just push on in, nice and steady now. Yeah lad, ... that's the way." The lad bottomed out and Mic moaned with satisfaction. "See lad, ya's uncle Mic knows how to show ya." "Thanks dad. What do I do next?" "Well lad start movin in and out, up and down with ya willy as a piston in ya uncle's arse." "Like this dad?" "Very good son." "Nice lad, but yer gonna have to pick up the speed." Complained uncle. "Like this uncle Mic?" "No fasta still lad." "But I don't want to hurt you uncle. " "Don't worry son, this arse 'as enough fuckin miles on it to cross the ocean more than a few times. " The lad began a steady hard slap into his uncle. Uncle pulled the lad in for a passionate kiss. Pat's hard on was still out and he was stroking it with eyes big as saucers; "Fawk me son, be careful, ya don't wanna to cum in 'is arse 'ole." Uncle just kissed the boy deeper and pushed his ass more fully into the fuck. All three's breath grew ragged and Pat was first to spew onto the hardwood floor. Mic used his legs to pull the lad in deeper as volley after volley shot up his happy ass. He didn't dare touch his trigger happy cock. The boy was first to speak; "Sorry dad. I couldn't help myself. It just felt too good to stop." As the boy's cock softened and plopped out uncle fingered his sloppy ass and sucked the juices off his fingers with unapologetic glee.

Yes, and I've come to regard enduring this abuse as a measure of submission. I expect to be able to ejaculate in a faggot's eyes. I wouldn't do it in often, though, because there's probably a small medical risk. Urine is probably safer.

Continuing on with the story! As the 40 year old hunk squeezed a second finger inside my hole, I knew I had him, but, as he wiggled his fingers around, certainly deeper than he had let on he would go, I let him think I was distracted by the porn. I knew he wanted to do more, but he wasn't quite ready, so I gave him more bait with the intention of getting him to pounce on my hole. "Hey, you can jerk off you know" I suggested, adding "you can even grind my ass - if you give me a kiss, alright?" No sooner had I made the offer, then he leaned over me, and in the process his cock ground against my ass, poking my ball sack as we exchanged a firm tongue-swirling kiss. He wrapped his strong hand around my dick, and, in his low manly voice, quietly whispered "Can I fuck you, if I put on a condom?" I felt both pity and satisfaction hat he was willing to settle for that unnatural and unsatisfactory option. He clearly really wanted me, which was, of course, exactly where I wanted him to be. I wanted him so desperate that he would feel no guilt in blowing his corrupt seed into my ass - that his sole desire would be to plant that cum as deeply as it could go. "No!" I say honestly " I only play raw, because, well," I tried to look innocent as I didn't want to let him know I actually wanted his dirty seed, "I just don't enjoy rubber," which I could truthfully say as I could never understand anyone could get off inside a latex bag. "But," he responded, looking at me like a horny dog, "can I fuck you anyway? I'll pull out before I cum. You'll be safe. Promise." I all but openly scoffed, knowing a rather thin lie when I heard one. I decide to entice him with a truth, a truth that would compel him to slide his seven inches of overly dick inside my ass. "No, you can't do that either. Once a guy has begun fucking me, I've never let him pull out. It's a waste," trying to look embarrassed, even if I knew the statement was true. "Wait" he responded, rubbing his cock against my ass crack again, "if a cock goes in, you won't let the top go if he doesn't cum in you?" "So?" I responded, getting ready as I saw the look in his eye. I suddenly made as if I was going to extract myself from him, which induced him to surrender whatever hesitation he might have been entertaining, as he pushed his fat cock head against my sphincter. "Hey, no! Stop, don't slide in," I said, a scant second before his hot cock caused I to moan in pleasure as my sweet pure neg asshole was opened up by the depraved meat which was invading my body. The pretense of innocence dropped from my eyes as I also stopped struggling, my ass adjusting to the initial burning pleasure that comes from a good fuck session, thinking to myself 'Fuck, he's inside me, and I can't let his diseased cock out of my hole until he had blown his cum inside my ass. No matter how hard it is on me, this is my mission, and i will do it, but I can still torture him'. "You fuck," I yelled out "how can you do this to me? Now I'm gonna get infected by someone as heartless as you!" It occurred to me that I might have laid it on him a little too well, as I felt him begin to pull out, so I looked at him like an angel, but the lust in my eyes made my lust it clear as I said "Hey, don't commit to rape, then pull out." "Finish-up what you started, you sick fuu...." He cut me off with a sharp jab, and then another, and soon, his thrusts were slow fucking me, but hard, which caused him to lean over me, fucking me just as I wanted him to do. I was hard as a rock, trying and failing to hold back. My ass muscles clenched his meat, leaving my asshole vulnerable to being torn as I came on my torso and face. But he just fucked me even faster and harder. "You're one sick fuck, you want my bug!" he hissed between grunts. The time he spent at the gym was coming in handy to give him the energy to keep pounding. As some bottoms do after orgasm, I cried out in pain as he fucked away, but I knew I would go through with it, that by this point t his cock was surely leaking its poz pre-cum into my body, and I only wanted more. "No, I just want your cum, you fucker," I cried out, but "I'll take your bug if it means I get your cum!" He hissed again as his heavy body made my knees arch ever nearer to my head as he fuckin' used me "You are a sick fuck. Admit it," he muttered, perhaps hoping for real encouragement. I know I had him now. He couldn't stop himself. His only option was to give me what I wanted, so I humored him one last time saying with a snide smile "I'm not a sick fuck like you, but, if you try hard enough then maybe I fucking will be!" He responded by fucking me deeper, ever harder, his cock completely in charge of his body. He spoke one last time before his approaching climax "You got it bitch! One sick fucker, cumming up!" And with that, he sank himself in and blew his POZ load right where I wanted it, right up my well prepared NEG ass. Without barriers or guilt, he fucking loaded me, and wanted to do it, too. That will do. x

It’s one of the hottest videos I’ve seen but I can’t find it anywhere. I could’ve sworn I bookmarked it but it’s not in there. Here’s as much info as I can remember: - its an amateur video with an older (I think somewhat hairy maybe?) daddy top and a younger college guy bottom (who might be kinda fratty/fit looking iirc) - it seems like the top is filming on a phone which he is holding throughout the video - you don’t see either of their faces (but maybe the back of the bottoms head at one point?) - the bottom is up against a wall I think - the top asks where the bottom wants him to cum or where he can cum (idr exactly). The bottom tells the top to cum on his ass or back or something like that. The top says the bottom is teasing him by not letting him cum inside him. I don’t think the bottom responded to this statement. Then the top asks if he can cum inside the bottom’s ass. The bottom seems hesitant and takes a second to answer but eventually gives in and says yes. I don’t think the top stopped fucking at all throughout this “negotiation” - shortly after the top gets permission, he cums deep inside the college boy - as the top is about to leave he (jokingly?) asks the boy if he needs a ride to class and the boy says no I usually cannot enjoy (or cum to) videos where you don’t see at least one of the people’s faces who are involved, but the verbal in this was so hot I loved it immediately. The super hot college boy (who was in good shape iirc) getting fucked by an older man turns me on so much. There’s something about one of the people being hot and young and the other being not hot (or even a bit ugly) and/or older that turns me on. Like, an attractiveness mismatch turns me on so much. The hot one being the bottom is really nice, but the hot one being the top also gets me off, either way, I love the mismatch for some reason. I love groups with some hot some not, too! The bareback obviously turned me on. The verbal about cumming turned me on. The cumming inside turned me on. The bottom not wanting to be bred turns me on. The mid-fuck negotiation and hesitant approval turns me on. It being a clearly amateur bareback hookup turns me on (love the risk of two strangers breeding without a studio involved). Everything was just so damn hot about this video. I’ve spent so many hours trying to track it down with no luck. I don’t remember where or how I originally found it, or what website it was even on. It was within the last few months so I’m hoping it was after that massive purge all the porn sites did. But I’m not certain that it wasn’t before the purge. At first I thought I found it on Reddit (in a sub like r/nopullingout or r/gaybreeding or something but I’ve checked there with no luck, then I thought I found it here so I’ve checked a bunch of threads with no luck. I think it **might** have been on xtube but that’s just a tiny hunch based on nothing really. Basically, I have no idea where I found it or where the video was hosted. I’m desperate. I loved that video so much. Please help me find it! If you have it downloaded in a collection or something please please send it to me. I’ll owe you big time. Also, if you have anything along these lines you think I might like, please feel free to share! My big things, summed up from my rant above, include - breeding, attractiveness mismatch, verbal about breeding, bottoms not wanting to be bred but either being bred anyway or being convinced to take it, and amateur bareback. Thanks!

I almost felt sorry for the guy. Here he was, a new join to our leather club, having recently moved to the area for his first job as an IT guy, and he allowed me to be his mentor. Not that I minded- he was short and beefy, had a bushy beard and a nerdish shyness still at 24. Most importantly, he was eager to be a part of our group, to find a family in this new location. I quickly took him under my wing, introducing him to the entire group, a mostly over 40 crowd still clinging to the old gay ways of yesteryear. No phone apps or hookup sites, just a weekly bar meeting and get togethers. Hell, I'm pushing 50 now, so I guess I'm in prime daddy zone myself. Anyways-the new meat stuck by my side during his first meeting, and I made sure the other 10 guys kept their distance. He seemed to like the way I looked in my leather harness, despite my hairy belly protruding and my middle age hairy tits. He commented on my nipple rings, and gently tugged at them as if he had never seen them before on a man. I put my arm around him, and we sat that way thru the boring meeting, only disengaging when he went up front to tell everyone a little about himself. As the men dispersed after the meeting and began drinking, I got me and the new meat some drinks, and walked us back to a darker corner of the bar. I took my pipe out and lit it, sending a cloud of smoke around the both of us. Meat seemed to like this, as he moved in closer and smiled at me. I nodded to him and grabbed his bearded face and pulled him to my lips. I exhaled more pipe smoke into his face, removed my pipe, and went in for my first kiss. He accepted my tongue, and our beards meshed together, his black to my salt and pepper. I took hold of his black T-shirt and began lifting it over his head. Once removed, my hand caressed his hairy torso, feeling the beginnings of his young bear gut and his flabby pecs. I could see in my mind's eye how he'd look in another 10 years- a nice fat bear with bitch titties, bald like me with the traditional bald man fringe. I pinched his nipples as I caressed him, continuing to engulf him in my pipe smoke. He responded to my advances eagerly, so easily seduced by this daddy bear in a new city. With my hand resting on his belly, and my pipe clenched in my jaw, I began telling him how the leather group was pretty close: our cookouts, weekend trips, movie nights. His eyes lit up, and I knew he was excited to be joining us. He expressed surprise there wasn't an apprenticeship to join the group, but I let him know we weren't like some of the more formal leather groups. He nodded and finished his drink, so I moved him in front of me as I sat on a stool, his back resting against my belly and my arms reaching around and holding him in place. He leaned his head back, and my pipe was right next to his face. He seemed to enjoy being so close to it, breathing in deeply and smiling. I began working both his nipples gently, and I felt them firm up as he pushed back into me. "You like Daddy's pipe, don't ya boy?" The meat responded by shaking his head yes, and I patted his belly and blew more smoke in his face. "Let me show you something," I said as I released my grip on him. I walked him to a door across the room, and we entered the dark space. Closing the door, I flipped the light switch and he saw the dungeon room in all its glory. Sling, fuck bench, chains with restraints hanging from the ceiling. His eyes grew wide and I embraced him, kissing him again and again as I unbuttoned his pants. "Since you're new, we need to get you dressed properly so you fit in with the rest of us. Take off your jeans and underwear, then put your boots back on." My prey offered no resistance, and I moved to the far wall and from a shelf removed an item for our new member. I motioned and he quickly was at my side. Seeing him naked in only his black boots was almost more than I could take. Such a hot piece of meat, so innocent in his desire to belong, his 6" cock half erect. I handed him a leather jock strap, and helped him get into it. I could see he was turned on, but also a little embarrassed to be letting a man dress him . I pulled him in and kissed his lips again, gently patting his ball sack inside the leather pouch of the jock strap. "You like your new outfit, boy?". He said he did, but expressed concern there wasn't more of it. I assured him this was enough for now, and told him to fold his street clothes and place them on the shelf where I had removed his jock. He did so quietly, and as he walked back to me, and grabbed his nipples and began twisting and working them. He winced until I stopped, then I pulled him in tightly and kissed him, fondling his exposed hairy ass as I did. I could feel his cock jump inside the pouch. I pointed to a vest on a hanger across the room, its front showing years of wear yet still a beautiful piece. "That vest has been mine for 30 years. I got it when I first joined this leather club. Doesn't fit so well around my belly now. It'll be yours by the end of the night if you want it". He seemed touched by this gesture, and was about to speak before I cut him off. "Get on your knees and thank Daddy for your new clothes," I said, pushing down on his shoulders until he was on his knees in front of me. I unzipped my leather pants, and let my cock flop out. Gripping it in one hand, I squeezed it until a drip of precum leaked out the end. "Lick it off, boy. Suck Daddy's cock". My prey fully cooperated, engulfing my leaky 7" thick cock in his hairy mouth. I let him suck me a few minutes before pulling out and wiping my cock in his beard. I pulled him up, and again assaulted his mouth with my tongue. His cock was rock hard, pushing out into it's leather prison. "As President of this club, boy, I get to decide who's allowed to join. You sure you want to join? You can still leave if you've changed your mind." He didn't answer, he just began rubbing my cock, and put his head down on my chest. I knew he was mine. I guided him over to the fuck bench, and helped him place his hands and knees properly, and then strapped them in place. Once secured, I smacked his ass hard with my hand, intending to leave a welt. He was startled, but did not protest. I pulled a stool over, and sat between his legs with his ass in front of me. I pulled his cheeks wide, revealing the hairy insides of his crack and his pink puckered hole. My cock began dripping at the thought of taking this hole, making it mine to fuck and breed. To control. My tongue plunged deep, tasting his musk as it darted in and out, savoring the first taste of what was going to be MY hole from now on. Lost in my desires, I tongued him continually for 20-30 minutes, until I was unable to wait any longer. I stood, kicking the stool out of my way. I quickly filled my pipe and lit it, breathing deeply and inhaling as much as possible. I walked up to his head and grabbed his hair, lifting his face to look at me. "Take a hit of Daddy's pipe, boy." His look of confusion amused me. "Take a hit, and suck Daddy's smoke into your lungs. I want you to have the taste of it in your mouth as I fuck you. As I make you My pipe boy". I held the pipe to his lips, and he pulled in a mouthful of smoke and inhaled, trying his best to not cough but failing miserably. I saw smoke come out his mouth, and his nostrils, and I grabbed his beard. "You did good for the first time, pipe boy. You'll do better next time." He nodded and I released his hair. Moving back between his legs, I began rubbing my cockhead directly on his hole, smearing my leaking juices onto the pink wrinkles of his puckered ass. I began pushing my mushroom head into his ass, then backing out and pushing in again. Each time coating his insides with more of my precum. He moaned with each entry, his hole still not lubed enough to not cause him discomfort. As I backed out the last time, I spit directly on his hole, and pushed in quickly, burying all 7" at once. He let out a yelp, and I leaned forward and put my hands on his shoulders. "It'll get easier, boy, just accept Daddy's cock." I began fucking in and out, and saw blood streaks on the top of my shaft. "You're bleeding a bit, boy, but that's ok. I'll add more lube." Again I spit on my cock, and shoved it back into the meat on the fuck bench in front of me. Soon I could hear the familiar sounds of sloshing and smacking associated with fucking. My precum was making it nice inside the boy's hole, coating his guts with my juices. To his credit, his hole never lost its grip. Each backward movement it grabbed my cock tighter, squeezing out more of my cock juice. My pipe was blazing by now, filling the room with hazy smoke, making even a lifelong smoker like myself dizzy from the nicotine high. I fuck into him harder and harder, his body rocking from my thrusts. "I'm cumming pig! You want my load?! You wanna join our club?!". The pig yelled yes, begging me to fuck and cum in him. I thrust more, eyeing my prey as I watched my cock move in and out. "You're mine, boy, all of you! Join Daddy's club!". My cock spasmed, shooting jet after jet of my toxic cum into his young hairy ass. But I kept fucking, moving in and out, from side to side, trying to hurt him, to tear his ass open with my cock. Until finally I stopped. My assault was over. I dropped to my knees, removed my pipe, and buried my face into his newly bred hole. Tonguing him passionately, I ground my beard into his newly initiated ass. I licked the juices from his hole, covering my beard with the remnants of this rough fuck- his blood, flecks of brown, my own cum. All of it. I wanted to claim this as my property, and I wanted to wear this in my beard for all to see. When I pulled my face away, I could see cum dripping from the edge of the leather jock the boy was wearing. He came from getting fucked, like a good pig. I patted his ass, and began undoing his restraints. I helped him off and over to a chair, where I sat him down and allowed him to lick my cock clean. I walked over to the vest, removed it from the hanger, and told him to stand. Without showing him the back, I helped him into his new vest, and told him how good he looked in it. "Ever better than I did back when it was first given to me", I added. He smiled at me. I then reached into my jeans pocket, and pulled a thick chain collar I had saved for just this moment. "Now that you're mine, boy, we need to let the rest of the group know, cuz I don't share my property with anyone". He stood still as I fastened the chain around his neck. Once it was placed, I kissed him again, fully embracing my new meat. We left the room together, our fellow club members noticing us as we approached. He was a sight to behold. A new young leather pipe boy, wearing his leather jock strap, black boots, and a well-worn leather vest, emblazoned on the back with a 16" bright red biohazard symbol, to show everyone he was a member of a club he didn't know he had just joined.

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.”

"ARD" made some disparaging comments on Twitter about Breeding Zone… During the discussion (which I give him high marks for keeping civil) at one point he essentially said I was out of touch and should ask around. So that's what I'm doing. Please answer the questions above. Those questions are at the heart of what ARD is complaining about. Your profile name will be visible because this is about real life and what you're willing to stand for (even if it's standing for something behind the comfort of a fictional profile name). Even when the #bbbh hashtag was born there was a disagreement over whether "The Bareback Brotherhood" was just about breeding and the exchange of cum or whether it was specifically a poz thing. The current disagreement is similar to that disagreement except the stakes are higher this time around.

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

I don't understand why any bottom would ask a guy to pull out. taking mens loads is what we are for. just like I would never ask a guy to wear a condom I would never dare ask a top to pull out. I beg them to cum inside me and use me for my purpose.

you and any other male can piss on or in me however you want

I bet you feel really proud of yourself, taking a persons choice away. You changed the verbal agreement without consent. That is Rape, whichever way you want to dress it up. Also do you care what damage mentally you are doing, you dont know peoples circumstances. At least be Man Enough to ask or find a bottom that is willing from the beginning, there are enough out there.

I got 50 loads from 35 different men one was poz no meds three weeks ago.

1. Hook up a lot more than I did. While there were some random hookups, mostly with other guys at my high school, most of the guys I played with in high school and college were people I knew. I would tell myself to fuck as much and as often as I could, and always bare. 2. Bottom more for older men. 3. When I was in college, I was contacted by someone on Gay.com who claimed he was a porn producer. We chatted, but I never looked into it enough to verify he was legit, although I believe he was. If he was, I would tell myself to take up the offer. I didn't pursue it at the time because I was still afraid my family would find out I'm bi. Who knows, might still be doing porn as a career, lol!

Please let me piss in your eyes

Always deep in my hole mingling with the other loads, makes my hole slippery, velvet and warm, but do love to finger it out so tops can see I’m loaded, the idea of tops wanting to fuck my loaded hole makes me super horny, and they know I am a slut. Also get that beautiful cum smell from a seeded hole, guys can smell it and are drawn to it

Mind games are the best - after abusing his ass and choking him leaving marks I usually say 'woah! you really pushed me there! You're wild!' - and as he looks at me with teary eyes I convince him that he wanted it and I was innocent. And weirdly they always believe it and get this deluded sense of cockyness. It's amazing and I have had to pretend I got a funny text more than once as I burst out laughing in their face afterwards.

12, it was my math teacher and it was sort of my idea. He was so damn hot, sucked on my fingers and toes as well as my dick before he fucked me.

Incest and sex with young minors should not surprise you. Humans are sexual beings and in the same way that at one point people didn’t even think seniors had a sex life, children do too. Don’t get me wrong, I think it is despicable that someone of any age forces themselves on an unwilling person, male or female. I also don’t think is a good idea for a father (or uncle) to penetrate his son, but I don’t think it is a terrible idea for father and son to be naked and for the dad to teach his son about his body or masturbation. I wouldn’t do it or support it but I don’t pass judgement Having said that, keep in mind that age of consent is completely arbitrary by definition. I have been chased literally by underage young men who want me to fuck them and I have refused them if for no other reason than it is not my thing.

But that's not at all what's happening in the (rapidly multiplying) stories and posts he's targeting here. detailed and highly eroticized imagery around gono, syphilis, etc. down to the pus. That's not a public service announcement. The principle problem, however, are instances where people are encouraged by others to never go on meds and let HIV becomes AIDS and have that be what kills them. There's arguable liability there (Commonwealth v Carter) for the person making the encouragement. Right now the site most likely enjoys technical protection afforded providers who are not responsible for content, but this site also makes an extremely unsympathetic figure and an easy target - technical protection wouldn't be enough to survive the kind of scrutiny. And the site admin also has to be able to sleep at night, so he gets to set boundaries. Playing devils advocate (RawTop please forgive me here), if the admin were so inclined, I'd recommend putting the fiction or posting with STI, AIDS chasing, and death fetish into it's own category. The way it's mixed in now, a lot of us are mid-wank and discover the author takes a sharp left hand turn into pus oozing from cocks and have to start over lol.

These stories really turn me on and would hate to see them go, but it's not something I would do in real life. I don't love the fact that the after effect of my being sexually assaulted ended up with me eroticising this, but it is what it is. This is the only place I can come and not feel shame for being turned on by it.

Raw Top, this is certainly your site and you have the right to do with it as you please, however, one critical thing which you might have missed is the federal and medical definition of an AIDS diagnosis. As you state, "In case you don't know, an HIV positive person is considered to have AIDS if they get one of a number of opportunistic infections, or when their CD4 ("t-cell") count drops to 200 (or sometimes 250 - depending on the standard used)." This is not fully accurate. It can also be a combination of both infections and CD4 count. Under the CDC rules adopted years ago once these criterion are met, the individual has an AIDS diagnosis. Further, this diagnosis is PERMANENT. I had been diagnosed with Pneumocystis Jirovecii (a fungal pneumonia) and 3 other opportunistic infections which did not show physically. I was hospitalized. However, at that moment I was given an AIDS diagnosis, which would NEVER change, even when I was undetectable. All local, state, and federal medical paperwork will show that I have AIDS. "The CDC has also developed a list of opportunistic infections (OIs), cancers, and conditions that are considered AIDS-defining conditions (see below). If you live with HIV and one or more of these infections or conditions, you have a diagnosis of AIDS, no matter what your CD4 count is or how it changes in the future. This does not necessarily mean you are sick or will get sick in the future. It is just the way the public health system counts the number of people who have had advanced HIV disease ( [think before following links] https://www.thewellproject.org/hiv-information/aids-defining-conditions#:~:text=AIDS stands for Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. AIDS,a CD4 cell count of 200 or less) From the Dr. Bob Frascino, via The Body: "A CD4% less than 14% is an AIDS-qualifying condition, even if the absolute CD4 count is still above 200. Consequently yes, you do have AIDS. Does it make any difference? No, not really. HIV disease comprises a spectrum from the early, often asymptomatic stage all the way to the end stage and death. The term "AIDS" was coined and developed by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) early in the course of the epidemic to help track the spread of the illness. "HIV positive" was not a reportable condition until recently; however, AIDS has been for quite some time. (See below.) Once an AIDS diagnosis is made the diagnosis is not reversible even if your counts improve on combination antiretroviral therapy ([think before following links] https://www.thebody.com/article/can-person-go-aids-back-hiv ) Under the federal guidelines, and by law, I have AIDS, and anything mentioned about me (body part or secretion) is therefore termed within those confines. Ethically it is something which is hard to deal with for many individuals. I completely understand, given your personal experience and what we saw and experienced (and, I do get you there - sans discussion, but I do get you, knowing that circumstances for each individual is different... I get you). Once you have this diagnosis, there is nothing which can be done to remove it from one's medical history. I know exactly where you are coming from and I completely respect your reasoning and your thoughts within these confines. Those years of what we all experienced and saw shall be indelibly etched in our psyche and hearts. However, I would be remiss to not state that there area no medical or legal difference in the ideas of allowing HIV Fetish, Bug Chasing & Gift Giving and the banning of the usage of the phrasing or writing of the word "AIDS." Because, there are millions of people, like me, walking around and taking meds, and have a high CD4 count but still are considered as a "person with AIDS" or under federal law and medical guidance, I am a patient with AIDS. Yes, I do agree that words have power. It is just, and let me say again... I GET IT! I DO UNDERSTAND.. THE GODS IN THE PANTHEON, I UNDERSTAND... but the splitting of semantics does not change the fact that for all intents and purposes, in my case, and the case of millions of others, if I was to deal with a legal issue, there is no difference in the words.

Chapter 3 - 52 m Boston Skinnytwink: Hey man. 18 here, also from Massachusetts. How’s it going? 52mBoston: Just fucking horny kid, how about you? Skinnytwink: Haha, same here man. 52mBoston: You close to Boston? Skinnytwink: Yeah, only like 20 min away. 52mBoston: Nice. So what brings an 18 year old to a gay chat room. Skinnytwink: Idk, just looking for some fun I guess. 52mBoston: What kind of fun? Skinnytwink: Whatever kind I can find. 52mBoston: You looking to meet up? Skinnytwink: Potentially. 52mBoston: Into older guys like me? Skinnytwink: Yeah, for sure. Daddies turn me on haha. 52mBoston: Haha nice, I’m glad. Teenagers turn me on ;). What do you look like? Skinnytwink: 5’7” 120lb brown hair, brown eyes. Scrawny runner boy I guess haha. 52mBoston: Mmm runner boy huh? Bet you have a nice ass. Skinnytwink: I like to think so haha. 52mBoston: Got any pics? Skinnytwink: Sure, here: 52mBoston: Holy fuck kid you are hot!! Skinnytwink: Haha, thanks. Glad you like. I’m really just a skinny nerdy guy in real life. 52mBoston: Don’t kid yourself kid, you’re fucking hot. My cock just twitched when I saw that pic. What you got packing in those shorts? Skinnytwink: A 7.5 in cut cock 😉 52mBoston: Wow, really? Skinnytwink: Yup 52mBoston: That’s huge for a boy your size. Skinnytwink: Haha, I guess. 52mBoston: You’re too modest. I like that. Skinnytwink: Thanks. How about you, what do you look like? 52mBoston: Decently in shape, but not fit like you. 6 feet tall. Dad bod, but not fat or anything. Skinnytwink: Nice, sounds perfect. How about your cock? 52mBoston: 8 inches cut and hard for you boy. Skinnytwink: Fuck, that’s hot man. I want it. 52mBoston: You had much dick in your life yet? Skinnytwink: Actually, none. 52mBoston: Virgin? Skinnytwink: Yeah, is that okay? 52mBoston: Fuck yeah, it’s hot as fuck. Skinnytwink: Phew… didn’t know if that would be a turnoff. 52mBoston: Not at all! What do you want to try? Skinnytwink: Everything. 52mBoston: That’s a dangerous statement haha. Skinnytwink: I mean it. 52mBoston: You ready to take my big cock in your tight teen ass? Skinnytwink: Fuccckkkk that made me hard, yes I want it so bad. 52mBoston: Yeah? Think you’re a bottom? Skinnytwink: I want to try both for sure. If you made me choose I’d choose bottom though. 52mBoston: Cool, I normally like to pound younger guys. Might let you top me too, not sure I’d be able to resist your big boy cock 😉 Skinnytwink: Fuck yeah man, I’m down for whatever. 52mBoston: I’m gonna warn you, I normally fuck rough. Bareback, hard pounding, not some slow “making love”. I’ll try to take it easy for you on your first time, but no guarantees. Skinnytwink: Man that is so hot. Tbh, I never fantasize about it being like slow and romantic. When I dream about getting fucked, I’m getting pounded hard. So fuck yeah. 52mBoston: What’s your name? Skinnytwink: Brian, you? 52mBoston: I’m Adam. Skinnytwink: Nice to meet you Adam, can’t believe I found someone close. 52mBoston: Yeah, same. So be real with me Brian, you just on here getting off, or do you want to hook up? Skinnytwink: I want it Adam, I really do. 52mBoston: Cool, well I live alone, so you’re welcome to come to my place if you’re up for it, or I can come to you, either way. Skinnytwink: Nice, yeah I live with my parents so you hosting’s gonna be best. 52mBoston: Oh yeah, forgot your 18 haha. College? Skinnytwink: High school senior. 52mBoston: FUCKK that’s hot. Skinnytwink: Haha yeah, you like the idea of fucking a high schooler? 52mBoston: As long as you’re really 18. Skinnytwink: I am, don’t worry. 52mBoston: Then hell yeah, I want to fill you up with cum and send you back to your parents, make you walk weird around school the next day. Skinnytwink: Fuck man, please do that to me. 52mBoston: I will, don’t you worry. So, you free this weekend? Skinnytwink: I can be. 52mBoston: Sweet. You comfortable texting? We can find a good time and I can send you my address. Skinnytwink: Uh, sure what the hell. My number is XXX-XXXX. 52mBoston: Nice, mine’s XXX-XXXX. Skinnytwink: You want me to bring anything? 52mBoston: Like what? Skinnytwink: Idk, condoms or anything. 52mBoston: Oh, I thought you wanted it bare? Skinnytwink: Uh, yeah, I guess I do. I know I probably shouldn’t but I want it to be 100% real my first time. 52mBoston: Good answer. Skinnytwink: You are so hot man I’m so excited for this. 52mBoston: Brian, before we go too far, I’ve got to tell you something. I’m poz. Skinnytwink: Poz? 52mBoston: HIV-positive Skinnytwink disconnected.

I was 14 and he was our black recently widowed 60 year old hung neighbor. wife passed from cancer. he saw me watching through his bedroom window while he was masturbating. i had never seen an older mans cock in person let a lone a black cock. I wouldn't say that we fucked as much as he trained me to be a lover since his was gone, i was interested and he was bi. i found out a year ago he had passed away. never remarried. I'll always have him with me as my first though. his name terrance. he was a nice man.

CLICK. The door slowly swings open inward, and I step into the apartment. Slipping the key back into the pocket of my shorts, I look around furtively as I close the door behind me, as quietly as possible. Good - no lights on, no sign of anyone here, I think with relief. When your buddy is the superintendent of a huge apartment building on the wrong side of town, you can get away with all kinds of shit. Tom clues me in on when his residents are away, gives me his copy of their key, and I grab whatever I can. He gets a third of the profits, since he's not taking as much of a risk as I am. He says this apartment belongs to a guy who lives alone. Seems like kind of a shy, nerdy type. Works some kind of IT job, keeps to himself. I don't ask too many questions - sounds like an easy target to me. If by chance he's there when I hit his place I'm sure I can clock him and get away before he has a chance to get at me. I pass the kitchen and head for the living room. Nothing promising here - books, TV, desktop computer. No laptop or iPad, nothing small and easy to grab. I decide to check the bedroom and circle back if there's nothing there. Suddenly there's a loud SMACK and the back of my head explodes in pain. Stunned, I drop to my knees. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" I turn to look behind me and I'm immediately greeted by a fist to the right side of my face. I hit the floor. A strong pair of hands grabs me - one under my arm, and the other around my neck - and lifts me off the floor, and I get a good look at him for the first time. He's shorter than me - looks about 5'5" - wearing the typical IT guy uniform of khakis, a short sleeve dress shirt and tie, and glasses. Brown hair, weathered face, looks to be about 40. But holy shit, his chest and arms are bulging against his shirt. Fucking Tom...he didn't tell me the guy was a little fucking beast, I think. "You breaking in here to steal some shit? Huh? ANSWER ME, you fucking punk!" Still reeling from two quick blows to the head, I say nothing. I'm unsteady on my feet as it is, and his hand is crushing my windpipe. I'm seeing stars as I start to go down again. "No one fucking breaks into my place and gets away with it." He wrenches me around by the arm and hurls me backward over the back of the sofa. "ANSWER ME YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE! What the fuck are you doing in here??" His face is right in mine, so much so that his spit is all over my face. He eases his grip on my neck. "You're in here to steal my stuff, aren't you? Thought you could get away with it?" I stutter "Y- yeah." He grins wickedly. "Well too fucking bad for you that I caught you!! Now you're going to pay for it!" He grabs both arms and flips me over, so I'm flung face down over the back of his sofa. He pins both of my hands behind my back with one hand. I realize he's incredibly fucking strong, and even if I wasn't likely concussed he would have been able to overpower me pretty quickly in a fight. But despite knowing this, instinct kicks in, and I struggle against his grip, twisting my arms in an effort to free my hands and trying vainly to gain my balance enough to kick him in the nuts. "Oh no you don't!!" With his free hand, he smacks me across the back of the head again. Then he lands a blow to my right side, near my kidney. It completely takes the wind out of me. Suddenly, to my shock, he grabs the waistband of my gym shorts and rips them down to my knees in one quick motion. I'm left in just a t-shirt and my briefs. What the fuck is he doing, I panic in my brain. "You're nothing but a fucking punk bitch, and I'm going to put you in your goddamn place." SMACK. His open hand lands a sharp blow across my right ass cheek. I yowl in pain - it stings like a motherfucker. Before I have time to catch my breath, he lands another one. And another. And another. He alternates at random between my left and right ass cheeks. I pray to god the pain will lessen, but instead the more he spanks my ass, the more each blow stings. Tears are running hot and salty down my face as I scream. "OW! Stop it - OW! FUCK! GODDAMN YOU SICK BASTARD!" I hear him laugh. "Too late for that dumbass, you should have thought twice before breaking into my fucking apartment!" The spanking goes on for what seems like an hour - relentless blow after blow. I've never felt pain like this before. Finally, he pulls me up into a standing position using just the hand that's pinning my wrists to my back. The leverage wrenches both of my shoulders, which hurts like hell. I'm in pain, breathless and with my gym shorts and briefs around my ankles. I'm next to helpless. "You are in more trouble than you fucking know, punk. I've had a shitty fucking day and now you've given me every fucking reason to take it all out on you." He drags me, stumbling and dizzy, into the bedroom. He throws me down on the bed. I have enough of my wits to try rolling off the other side to put some distance between us - maybe I can get away from this fucking lunatic before I end up in pieces in a dumpster. But it doesn't work. He's too quick and too strong. He grabs my left leg and without me even realizing how he did it, it's tied to the bed frame using the necktie he was wearing. I try to yank my leg free but I can't. Before I know it, he's got me tied down, spread eagled and helpless, on his bed. He grins wickedly. "Fuck yeah, this is going to be fun." He opens the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a jackknife. Oh god, he's going to kill me, I think. He turns to me and in one quick motion, slices through the front of my t-shirt, and then through the sleeves. The back side of the blade is cold as it passes over the skin of my upper arms. He rips the t-shirt off and out from under me. "What are you going to do?" I finally manage to stammer. "If you're going to kill me-" He laughs again. He reaches over and twists my left nipple. I gasp in pain. "Don't worry about that. I'm not a fucking killer. But trust me, what I have in mind is much more fun. To me, anyway." He then cuts easily through my gym shorts and briefs, still around my splayed-out legs, and pulls them off. He goes through my pocket and takes out my phone. Grabbing my hand, he forces my finger against the scanner and it unlocks. "Hmm, let's see .... Facebook ... in a relationship with Katie ... oh, and looks like we have mom and dad on here too, is that right?" "Y- yeah," I respond. He chuckles and points the camera at me. "They are going to love seeing this." He snaps a picture of my naked body, obscenely stretched out on this strange man's bed. "NO! Please, stop, don't do this!" "No? Then stop me. Oh wait, you can't!" He's right and I know it. He laughs again, throwing my phone on his nightstand. He climbs up on the bed, straddling my chest, and puts his forearm against my neck. "I'm going to have a little fun with you, and you're going to fucking do as you're goddamn told. And if you don't, these pics are going on Facebook for everyone to fucking see. Or I might just call the police, who knows...see how much fun you have in a prison cell. You understand, you fucking punk?" "I- I- " "Fuck it, I don't care if you don't." He backhands me hard across the face. He climbs off and starts to strip. He rips his shirt off so quick he loses a button. I realize he's fucking ripped...not the easy target I thought he was. His belt comes off next. He sets it on the nightstand, and then drops his khakis and boxers. Oh my fucking god, I realize with a shock. This sick fucker is going to rape me. His cock looks enormous to me - thick, long and uncut. It's stiffening up really fast as he steps out of his pants and boxers. Before I can recover enough to say a word, he climbs up on the bed again, straddles my face, and slaps my mouth with his dick. "Open that fucking mouth and suck my dick," he orders. My lips tighten. "GODDAMNIT, WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" He backhands me across the face again. "You fucking -" I start to retort, but he backhands me again. "OPEN IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW OR I CALL THE COPS!" The shock of the blows renders me almost completely helpless, and I drop my mouth open. He shoves his cock down my throat in one quick thrust. It's the most disgusting thing I've ever experienced. The salty taste of his dick and his precum makes me nauseous, and the pressure of his cockhead against the back of my throat makes me gag. He ignores this and pushes in harder. His fat rod slides into the opening of my throat, and I feel my stomach wretch. His balls are resting against my chin and my nose is buried in his bush. I can smell his sweat and musk, and it's revolting. He starts fucking my mouth, and it's horrible. I'm gagging, coughing, unable to breathe. Tears running down my face. I feel so violated and humiliated. It seems endless. Finally he gets bored. He climbs off and opens his nightstand again. "On to the main event." He pulls out a bottle of lube, a rag and a little brown bottle. I realize what's about to happen. "No, please, no, don't do this, I'll do anything- " "Shut the fuck up, you little cunt." He reaches down and smacks my balls, hard. The pain is too much, and I black out. When I come to, he's untied my legs from the footboard, and tied them to the headboard, with my knees up against my chest. I become aware of a pressure against my hole, and I look down and see his fucking sadistic grin. He's kneeling between my legs, his huge fucking boner throbbing, with a finger against the outside of my asshole, and it's slick with lube. "No, please, no," I moan. "Too late for that, bitch. You're gonna take my cock like the good fucking little bitch you are." His finger presses into my hole. I clench against it, and it feels like I'm being torn apart. It's a stinging, ripping pain, and I scream. "Tense up like that and it's just going to hurt more. Not that I care, I'm gonna fuck you anyway." He pulls his finger out, and starts slapping his cock against my asshole. I am so revolted by feeling another man's cock on my whole, I almost throw up. "Dude, please, you don't have to do this..." He laughs again. "You didn't have to break into my apartment, asshole. But you did." He reaches over for the rag and the brown bottle. He opens the bottle and pours a good amount of liquid onto the rag, and then presses it over my face. It burns, and the sharp chemical smell is extremely unpleasant. I try to hold my breath but I can't. When I inhale, the fumes go to my head and I feel a warm, sickening headrush. I feel like I'm about to pass out again, and my legs go limp. Without realizing it, my tightly clenched hole relaxes. Then he rams his cock hard into my hole, and all I can feel is the pain. Again and again he pulls all the way out, penetrating my hole over and over. Each time it feels like being stabbed all over again. It's the most painful, violating experience of my life, and I'm sick to my stomach knowing what's happening. He leans into each painful thrust. He's putting all his weight into each one, his hands on either side of my torso. That fucking sick, twisted grin of his makes me wish I could punch him in the face. He's working up a sweat and it's dripping from his forehead all over my face and chest. "Oh yeah, that's a nice tight fucking punk ass," he growls. "Glad I caught you." "Fuck you, you sick fucking pervert," I roar. I spit in his face. He immediately backhands me across the face again. "You are going to fucking regret that." He grabs my throat again and tightens his grip as he fucks me harder and faster. My vision starts to go fuzzy as he chokes me. Fuck, I'm gonna die with a dick up my ass, I think. Finally he releases my throat. "Oh fuck yes, I'm getting close. You're gonna take my fucking load, you worthless little faggot. I'm gonna breed your useless straight punk ass, and you're going to thank me for going easy on you." He pounds my chest with his fist, and then cruelly twists my nipple. I howl in pain...which seems to send him over the edge. "OH FUCK YEAAAAH!" he roars. With one final thrust he buries his cock deep into me. I can feel it throb inside me, and there's a sudden gush of warmth and wetness. I've never felt it before, but I know it's his cum, and it grosses me out so much I finally turn my head to one side and throw up all over his bed. He pulls out and climbs down off me. "Look at this, you fucking whore," he growls. I look and I see his still-hard cock, coated with what looks like mucus and cum...and streaks of what I realize is my blood. "Yeah, take a good look...I fucking popped your bitch ass cherry. Fucked you raw and bloody. You should be grateful you got your cherry popped by a real man." He undoes the knots holding me to the bed, and I feel the blood rush back into my hands and feet. "Now I'm going to shower off, and you're going to fucking clean up this mess, and get the fuck out of here. The bedroom door locks from the outside so don't even think about trying to get out." He walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I hear the unmistakeable rattle of a hook and eye lock sliding into place. I have no choice but to obey. He already fucking raped me, why make him any madder? I climb off the bed, every part of my body aching from the abuse I just took. As I stand up, I feel a warm wet trickle down the back of my ballsack, and I realize it's his cum...and most likely, my blood. I start stripping the sheets off his bed and throwing them in a pile. I realize he left his clothes on the floor, and my curiosity is piqued by a piece of paper I see sticking out of the pocket of his khakis. I slip it out of the pocket and read it... PATIENT: Christopher Rollins DOB: 5/19/1973 DATE OF VISIT: November 20, 2016 REASON FOR VISIT: New HIV infection HPI: Pt is a 43 year old gay male who was seen last week for routine HIV/STD screening. He returns to the office today because 4th gen HIV Ag/Ab testing was positive. This is his first positive test. A viral load was run on the sample he provided last week, and a viral load of 137,000 copies/mL suggests a relatively recent infection. Today we discussed starting HAART, pending results of a genotype / resistance analysis, which should be resulted in the next 3 - 4 weeks. Pt is coping well with the diagnosis. He was instructed to abstain from sexual intercourse at this time, as a high viral load indicates that he is extremely infectious at this time. Pt aware of the above and understands all instructions.

11. More of Everything Once spent, Tiago slowly pulled out of James. "Can't have you losing any of my sperm," he said, right before his cockhead slipped out with a faint pop. He turned to Tim. "Think we need another round of G," he said. "I do too. Especially our boy here. What did we do last time?" "1.4" "1.6," Tim countered. "I like your thinking," Tiago said, as he lifted himself out of the bed. "Be good," he said. "Or take pictures." "Of course we will," Tim said, before giving James a long kiss. By the time they broke it off, Tiago had stepped out to the kitchen, carrying the three dirty glasses from their dose of G. "It's just us," he said. "Boy," he finished, before giving James another kiss. "Daddy, I know." "You're a very fun boy," Tim said, kissing James again. As they made out, Tim got James on his back. Immediately, Tim had his cock pressed up against James's asshole. "It was so hot watching you get fucked." "Yeah Daddy?" James said. Tim ran his hand over James's thick chest hair. "Such a hot boy. I kinda want you all to myself." "I want to make you happy," James said. He didn't want to admit how hot Tim was. Or how much he wanted Tim's cock inside him. "You feel so good Daddy." "You want me back inside you?" James nodded in agreement with Tim. "Good." Tim fumbled, and produced the small brown bottle. "Let's do this together boy," he said, and took a long sniff from the bottle, before holding it under James's nose as well. The poppers hit him fast, even before James had finished his second hit. He fumbled briefly with the cap, but then put it down, and focused his attention on fucking. His dick went into James in a single, intense stroke. James gasped. "Fuck Daddy," he grunted. "Ok?" Tim asked. He was being sweet and kind, and it made James feel cared for. He wanted to make Tim feel this good. "Yeah. It's amazing Daddy." "I know. My boy's hole is awesome." He leaned in and kissed James. Their tongues played as Tim's dick explored the familiar depths of James's asshole. "So fucking sexy," Tim said. "I want you, Daddy" James managed to say. The two were silent for a moment, just the music in the background. "That's good," Tim finally said. "Really good." He paused. "Tiago is probably gonna want some of that money." "What?" James said. It took him even a moment to remember that guys had given him money to fuck his hole. "Yeah. He'll probably want a lot of it, boy" "Uh, Daddy" James started. But Tim leaned in and kissed him. Tim took the opportunity to force his cock deeper into the young man. "So much cum up there, my boy" Tim said. "Feels so good. Like a boy should feel." He pushed his dick back in, feeling the accumulated spooge slide around his cockhead. "Don't worry about him," Tim continued. "I'll make sure my boy gets his fair share." "Thank you Daddy," James said. He was glad he didn't have to worry about it. He didn't want to upset Tim or Tiago. His head was spinning again, and all he could process was how good he felt. Tim had his arms wrapped around him, holding him tight and safe. His thick cock was deep in James's ass, and kept him aroused and horny. "Feels good." "Yeah," Tim whispered into his ear. "It feels really good. Boy's hole. Daddy's cock. Making out." He stopped, and kissed the boy. It was long and slow, and James let himself imagine they were boyfriends. "That's hot," a voice from the doorway said. "Two men, making love," Tiago continued. "I've got just what we need." Tim and James stopped kissing, and looked towards Tiago. He had three glasses, barely half-full with orange juice. "Just gets better," Tim said. "Fucking you, and now Tiago brings the G." Tiago handed Tim one of the glasses, and put the other one down on the bed table. "To limits." "And breaking them," Tim replies. The two men clinked glasses, and downed the GHB in a single gulp. "Ugh," he said, and kissed James, sharing the chemical taste with the young man. "There's plenty for him," Tiago said. He swapped out glasses, and kneeled next to James's head. "Gonna give you a g-spout. Just keep on swallowing, ok?" "You're gonna love this," Tim said. "Be a good boy, and Just keep swallowing." Tiago guided his dickhead into Jame's mouth. "Keep you mouth open, ok?" James ran his tongue over the soft foreskin, exploring the hard shaft underneath it. He realized that Tiago was pouring the orange juice onto his dick, and it was dripping down into his mouth. James gulped, remembering his instructions. The orange juice tasted horrible, but he didn't care. He had two cocks in him, and it was all he could think about. He kept on swallowing. The juice was getting warmer and saltier, but the bitterness was always there. Tiago and Tim were making out. "He drinking it?" Tim asked. "Yeah," Tiago said. He focused on James. "Close your mouth now. But keep swallowing." James closed his mouth. The glass of orange juice had disappeared, but his mouth kept filling with the warm, bitter liquid. Tim was still pounding his hole, watching him as his lips wrapped around Tiago's cock. "You're drinking his piss now, boy," Tim said. He was drinking piss. James just kept on swallowing, not sure what else to do. It had seemed so dirty, so [banned word], but now it felt almost natural. It was right to be letting this man piss in his mouth, and he craved more. It took several more gulps before the stream finally died down. "You like my chempiss, boy?" Tiago asked. Tim was flying. He had just drank another man's piss, and he had even enjoyed it. He wondered what else he might do. Tiago started to slowly fuck his face, pushing his cock in deep. Only when James thought he was going to gag did Tiago pull back. Tim continued to fuck him just as hard. Finally, Tiago spoke. "How do you normally divide up the cash?" "He get fifty from both guys?" Tim replied. "Yeah," Tiago said. "Profitable little slut." He leaned into James. "You always been a whore?" "Whore? What?" James muttered. "No. I'm not a whore," he said, but wasn't an emphatic denial. He knew that his ass had been sold to several men. "Well. There's stack of cash over there that says otherwise," Tiago countered. "They paid you well boy," Tim said. "How do you want to split it?" Tiago asks. "I usually take half." James knew this was coming. He didn't know what a fair share was, and didn't even understands why they would split it. He was the one that got fucked. He opened his mouth, but Tim immediately kissed him. He whispered to James, "Let me take care of you, boy" he said. "Make you feel good." James nodded, and kissed Tim back. He felt a new wave of crystal wash over him. "Please Daddy." Tim turned back to Tiago. "Yeah. Me too. Half." "We should leave a bit for the boy?" James heard the inflection that made it question, not even a done deal. He hoped that Tim would get him a proper share. It still felt weird that two men were dividing up his cash. He had been the one that had gotten fucked by the strangers; Tim and Tiago had just watched. "Yeah. We should," Tim said. "The boy did a good job. Didn't you?" He rubbed James's furry stomach. The boy was almost thin enough that he expected to feel his cock. "Maybe thirty?" "So 35 for us?" Tiago asked. He pushed his cock in, pressing the dickhead against the back of James's throat. The boy struggled not to gag. "Maybe forty?" he asked, holding on to James's head to keep him from pulling off. "That's good. Isn't it, boy?" Tim was smiling at James, nodding his head. James felt like this wasn't great for him. He had let total strangers bareback him and had taken their loads. Yet, he was getting only ten dollars per man. Tiago released his grip, and James gasped for air. "But I got fucked?" he finally said. "But Tim hosted. And I brought favors." Tiago said. "But," James started. Tim put his finger on James's lips, quieting him for a moment. "No one likes a greedy boy," Tim said. "Not hot. Not at all, boy." "Boner killer," Tiago said, nodding in agreement. Tim held his cock in place, as Tiago kept his dick just out of reach of James's tongue. "Oh fuck," James grunted. He hadn't realized how good it had felt. Or how badly he wanted them to keep it up. He didn't need the money, and it was stupid to mess up things with Tim over something that small. At least not yet, and everything had felt so good. "Daddy. Please. Just fuck me. Please." The two men laughed when he said it, but Tim started to fuck him. "I knew you were a smart boy," he said, and kissed him again. James felt a warm vibration race over his body. Tim wrapped an arm around him, and held him close. He was safe. He could do anything that he wanted. "You know," Tiago said. "I know how you can get more money." James knew that it would be a bad idea, but nevertheless, he wanted to hear what Tiago had in mind. He could do anything that he wanted with these men, and it would be ok. "You thinking what I am thinking?" Tim asked before James could even answer. "What," James managed to ask. It was still hard to follow the conversation; every time one of the men would say something, his mind would spin off in some random direction of images. They were almost all sexual, and it only made James hungrier. "Let's just find another guy," Tiago said. He already had his phone out, and was tapping furiously. "You'll like that, won't you boy?" Tim said. James clenched his ass around Tim's cock. It was a reassuring presence; it was both a familiar and wonderful feeling that helping keep James's anxieties at bay. James nodded. Tim leaned in, nibbled on his ear, then whispered in his ear. "I love seeing my boy get fucked. It's a huge turn-on for me." "Please Daddy," James said, although his mouth was still full of Tiago's cock. It came out unintelligible, but Tim understood the tone. "Here's a guy," Tiago said, showing a picture of an older, muscular man. He was wearing a pair of shorts, but in the picture, a thick cock was straining against the fabric. "He'd open you up," Tiago said. James just nodded. He could only pay attention to a few things, and the two cocks sliding in and out of his body were high on his list. "Yeah," he managed to say. "Ohh," Tiago said; the disappointment clear in his voice. "He says he spent his cash on party favors. He's only got twenty left." Tim squeezed him. "It's just for fun, you know," Tim said. "My boy would give it away, wouldn't he." "If it makes you hard," James finally managed to say. "James will do it for ten," Tim told Tiago. "Won't you boy?" "Please," James said. He knew he was being very slutty, but it all felt so good. Besides, it was just a bunch of hot guys, just having a lot of naked fun. On Monday, he could just shake it off. "He'll be here in ten," Tiago said. He showed another picture. This was just a thick, hard cock. It might have been one of the biggest cocks that James had ever seen. "Gonna wreck your cheap-ass cunt," the man had messaged for James. "You want that in you, boy?" Tim whispered in James's ear. "Yeah," James said. He couldn't look away from it; the sheer size had him entranced, wondering how much it even weighed. "You going to let him fuck you raw?" Tim continued. "Please, yeah, Daddy," James grunted. Everything was hitting him, and all he could think about was cum. "You gonna let him cum in you?" Tim whispered in James's ear. His cock was rock-hard and pounding his hole. He recognized the new cadence; Tim was getting ready to cum. "Yeah, Daddy. Please cum in me." Tiago had stepped back, and was just watching the two fuck. "Damn this is hot," he said, stroking his cock. He was rock hard; as soon as Tim pulled out, he was ready to take over. "I'm going to cum in you," Tim grunted. "Fill you up." "Give it to me Daddy," James moaned. Tiago stroked his cock harder. He loved how desperate the boy was, the drug-fueled hunger coming out in how he said "Daddy." It was going to be a pleasure to debase the boy. "Oh FUCK," Tim moaned. His cock was throbbing. "I love your hole." "Please, Daddy." "I love cumming in...," Tim started. Then a deep grunt from the depths of his body; James felt the familiar, wonderful warmth fill his guts. "My Boy's HOLE," he grunted, and another thick spurt erupted from his cockhead. He moaned again, and whispered into James's ear. "I love my boy..." James thought he was going to say something more. But he just moaned as his cock spat out several globs of semen. Tim's sperm felt so good inside him. All James could imagine was more. More men. More drugs. More cock. More cum.

Fuck, I’ve got a score of 375. Still gaining points too. >; )

You'll be amazed the older you get, the more of this type of stuff that will keep happening to you. I have more fun now with hot twinks than I ever would have thought possible! But I guess the whole Daddy issues thing makes sense when you think about it. I like to think that I'm giving them a positive experience with a guy that's older than them. It's likely something they've never had in life. We all need that sometimes.