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Diane and I bought our house a couple of years back. We were in our late 30s and had rented until that point--housing is expensive in California! The neighborhood was cute, a mid century development that was turning over into young families, etc. Our next door neighbors on one side were a gay couple, close in age and very friendly, Ted and Carlos. We'd scheduled a get-to-know you dinner before the movers left. It was the first of many, and they really helped us meet the neighborhood. Unfortunately, it turned out things were on the rocks. We could occasionally hear them arguing and before long Carlos moved out. The parties started up soon after. We didn't mind, of course, but since Ted had a pool we were privy to some of the fun. And a lot of the fun was sex. Beneath EDM thumps, I definitely heard guys fucking. Honestly it was a turn on. Back in college I'd messed around with guys. A couple of blow jobs. Once I met an older guy who fucked me in the ass, though in the years since I'd almost convinced myself that never actually happened. Way back when Diane and I had a sexual history conversation and I gingerly mentioned a gay blowjob. She reacted super negatively and we'd never discussed it again. Since then she'd become a vocal ally and of course couldn't get enough of Ted and Carlos. Ted's partying seemed to reawaken her homophobia and my desire for cock. "I didn't think I was moving next to a sex club," she groused at about 11pm on a Saturday when the party had started pretty early. "They didn't break up very long ago. I'm sure things will settle down soon. Anyway, it's the 4 th of July. Let him have his fun." Diane was not happy with my response and went to bed. I followed soon after... About 1 am I woke up to an enraged Diane asking if Ted was still entitled to his fun. I could vaguely hear people splashing in the pool. Annoyed, I offered to ask them to keep it down. "Whatever." "I'm not sure why you're mad at me, but sure I'll go by. Try to go back to sleep." I knocked on the door a few times and then let myself in. Nobody was around but gay porn was playing on Ted's big screen. A couple of big dicked guys were fucking a twink in the ass. My cock started to stiffen. I went through to the kitchen and out the back door. There were three guys in the pool all naked. Ted was sitting in a chair, also nude, smoking a pungent joint. His pubes were buzzed and his cock was huge. In a sleepy haze I'd thrown on a t-shirt and basketball shorts, which could no longer hide my erection. "Hey Ted. Sorry to disturb you guys, but would you mind bringing things inside. Diane's a light sleeper, you know how it is." Ted looked at me, deeply stoned. "Sure thing. But you gotta do a favor for me, too." "Of course, Ted." "Give me a minute." He got his friends out of the pool in short order. One of them grabbed my dick as he went by and made a lewd suggestion. My heart raced. Ted came in wrapped in a towel. "Sorry about that man. I don't want to be a shitty neighbor. We just got carried away." "No problem. It doesn't bother me at all. Like I said, Diane's a light sleeper." "So what favor do I owe you?" I asked. Ted grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He closed the door behind me and dropped his towel. "Suck my dick." I started to say something and he just looked at the tent in my shorts. I shrugged and got on the ground and started sucking. I was super nervous and struggled to take him very deep. "I knew you wanted this. Lick the head sweetie. You're doing great." I gave my best bj and pulled my shorts down so I could jerk my cock. It was pulsing hard and coated in precum. "Let's go to the bed. I'm going to fuck you." I took his dick out of my mouth and felt a wave of panic. I'd been married for 16 years and had never been unfaithful. "Look I shouldn't have done this I'm sorry but I need to go home. Diane's going to wonder what's taking so long." He pulled me up and led me to the bed. I lay awkwardly on the bed in my t-shirt as he pulled out the drawer of his beside table. Lube, condoms, poppers and some fuzzy handcuffs. Ted grabbed a pillow and put it under my ass. He squirted lube directly on my asshole and pushed it in with his middle finger. It felt so huge. But I knew I wanted, needed his cock too. I was going to let this happen, come what may. "Wear a condom okay." "Sure baby." I watched as Ted opened a condom and rolled it on his dick. He lubed up and started probing my hole. It was intense and I asked him to go slow. He gave me my first hit of poppers then set the bottle down and slid deep in me. "Fuck yeah. That feels amazing." And it did. Ted pushed my legs far apart and fucked me missionary. The sensation was crazy and I loved the idea of him fucking me like a bitch. "Oh fuck yeah I love breeding your juicy ass." I thought he was just talking dirty so I responded "shoot your load in me. Make me your cumslut." He pushed in deep and held my ass so his cock was buried all the way inside. He finally pulled out and I was shocked. He wasn't wearing a condom. Ted winked and handed me some wipes. "Lookout! That was a huge load. You've got a hot ass." I cleaned up globs of semen and lube running down my ass and thighs. Ted disappeared to the bathroom and returned with a hot, damp washcloth and wiped me off. "You said you would wear a condom." "I'm sure you said you wanted it bare. Don't worry, you'll be back for more soon." That was fucked up but I didn't say anything else. I walked over to my house and went inside.

Whore 3 I crawled on the black rubber flooring into a dimly lit room smelling of sweat and sex. Gradually, my eyes adjusted and saw the walls and ceiling were also were completely black. There, in the middle of the room, I saw the glint of chains hanging from the exposed ceiling rafters supporting a leather sling. Looking around, I noticed other links of chain hanging down with leather wrist restraints attached. To my right there was a leather covered St. Andrews cross with wrist and ankle straps... opposite that, was platform with a king-sized mattress covered in black rubber sheets. Again, this room also contained shelves filled with toys only some of these I had never seen before including obscenely large and monstrous dildos lining one shelf. Not seeing my Daddy, my heart began to beat faster in anticipation and I continued forward until I felt myself being pulled back onto my knees by my collar. Quickly connecting a chain leash to my collar, I was dragged across the room to the foot of sling. Despite being taller than Daddy, he easily lifted me to my feet. Grabbing the leash and wrapping it around his hand to shorten the length, he lifted his right arm and shoved my face into his sweaty pit. “Fuck,” I growled, smelling and tasting his ripe scent as his sweat coated my face. “Gonna mark my goddamn whore!” he yelled. “Everyone will know you belong to me!” Satisfied I had taken every drop, I quickly moved to his left pit and repeated my feeding... I wanted his scent permanently on me... Once his pits were cleaned from my tongue bath, he pushed me back against the sling and forced me up onto it... Grabbing my feet, he quickly secured them in the ankle restraints leaving my plugged cunt completely exposed. Next, he guided my wrists to the chains at the top of the sling and I felt the restraints being wrapped around them... I moaned, feeling the buckled tightness of the leather surrounding my now secured arms. Standing between my stretched legs, Daddy stood there looking at me without any expression... his eyes slowly moving up from legs... past my cunt... up past my abs and pecs to my face as if he was studying some inanimate object... My body shivered... the desire to be taken by him overwhelming me. Taking a breath, Daddy called out to boy... “Yeah boss?” boy responded from a dark corner of the dungeon. “Boss?” I asked, questioning boy’s response... not Daddy, not Sir but Boss. Seeing the puzzle of my face, he answered, “Yeah... I own this place whore... just like you I own your cunt.” Turning to the voice, I see boy walk out of the shadows and kneel at Daddy’s side. He was now geared in a matching leather jock strap, slave harness and left arm band, leaving no doubt as to his status. Shit! He looked even hotter than before! I took a closer look at him... he was beautiful. His smooth oiled body shone in the dim amber light of the dungeon revealing the hours he spent at the gym. His thick tit rings sparkled against the muscled pecs that rose and fell with his breath began to match my breathing as if he if he was syncing his breaths with mine. Then, without a sound, he rose and moved towards me ripping his cod piece off to reveal a thick uncut cock nestled on top of a swollen ball sac. There was something odd about it, but the chems took over and my hips rose in an unconscious act of tribute to the shaft. He smiled... his hands now examining my flesh for the second time. Tightly gripping my tits, he grunted and nodded before releasing them and placing his open palms on my rising and falling muscled pecs. “I take it you approve boy,” Daddy chuckled. Moving down to my cunt, boy grabbed the base of my cunt plug and began to roughly thrust it further into me. “Fuck yeah, Boss,” he grinned... patting my leathered jock pouch and I flinched. “The perfect whore...” “Definitely...” Daddy answered walking up to me and wrapped a piece or rubber tubing around my left bicep, underneath the leather strap. “Look at me whore,” he ordered... prepping my arm. Seeing the rig in his hand, I began to struggle. Sure... I was flying in the clouds but this was something new... “Easy whore,” boy said, working my cunt plug... trying to distract me as Daddy inserted the needle and released its content. “Goddamn!” I yelled feeling the chems to rush through my veins, followed by a coughing fit and my body began to buck against my cunt plug. As the coughing subsided, the rush intensified and I began to moan... my heartbeat pounding in my head. The hunger in my cunt took over... it needed to be fed... to filled with cock! His fingers still holding my cunt plug, boy moaned, while my cunt lips attempted to pull them inside of me. “That’s it whore!” Daddy proudly stood there, watching my cunt lips moving over boy’s fingers, “Fucking slammed up whore!” “Please!” I pleaded. “Boy... I think whore is ready for the next step. “Fucking right Boss!” boy grinned, pulling his hands away and released my ankle restraints from the chains. “Fucking whore...” Daddy grunted releasing my wrists. “Now let’s see what this slammed up whore does.” Quickly, I jumped off the sling and fell on knees on the floor on all fours... where I belonged. With no other thought in my mind, I crawled to Daddy and said the only thing that came to mind...” Cock.” “That what you need whore... cock?” Daddy laughed and motioned boy to his side and held boy’s cock in his hand. Nodding profusely, I answered, “Cock.” “Right answer,” he grunted, “Now, do your job.” I scrambled forward and greedily took boy’s cock into my mouth and began to service. Working my lips over the cock head and down his shaft, I felt his shaft thicken halfway down. I hesitated and felt it with my tongue... Fuck! I thought... I won’t be able to take it...but then the thickness of the shaft lessened. Seeing my reaction, Daddy laughed as he stood beside boy, “I was waiting for the look on your face whore. You see, boy here... by some luck of genes, has a knot.” Continuing to laugh, Daddy rubbed boy’s head as if he was a dog... “That right boy?” “Yeah, Boss,” boy growled, “love knotting with a hungry cunt,” and shoved me down on the rest of the cock shaft until my lips rested on his smooth crotch. The thought of being knotted to boy filled my chemmed thoughts and I began to service him... I needed his cock... With his pace quickening, he fucked my mouth deeper and deeper as my lips slobbered over his knotted shaft. “Open up,” boy growled, “Take it all.” He continued his mouth fuck... but every time he seemed close, he eased up. He was driving me crazy... I was craving his cum. I began to whimper until I heard Daddy’s voice. “Look up whore. Watch.” Feeling boy’s hand release my head, I stayed on his cock, looked up and groaned at the sight of the red tinged chems in the rig held by Daddy flowing into boy. His eyes rolling back, boy yelled, “AWWW SHIT YES!” and he fell to the floor in ecstasy... his cock slipping out of my hungry mouth. I moved to quickly take his cock back in my mouth but Daddy struck me before I reached it. Grabbing a stool, Daddy smiled, “Very good.” Crawling behind me, boy growled, “Cunt,” while tugging at my cunt plug until the pressure released it. Feeling hot breath on my cunt lips, I spread my legs and boy began licking at my taint... a wave of pleasure rolled over me. That’s when I felt it... boy’s thick cock stretching my cunt lips and invading me. Feeling the knot fill me, I groaned as walls of my cunt throbbed around it. “Fuck yeah, boy...fuck me!” I begged. The onslaught continued... I wanted to this... Yes, I sold my body... but I now knew that I wanted to be a chemmed up whore taking cock for this man. Holding onto my harness, boy’s fucking continued... I was in heaven. Not only had I submitted to Daddy, I was now being used by boy... because Daddy wanted it... he ordered it. I was Daddy’s whore. I not only craved it... I loved it! Daddy now owned me and I would do his bidding. The pace quickened... his cock fully in my cunt as I arched my back... wanting cock in the deep recesses of my cunt. Then I felt it... the expansion of boy’s cock. I gasped, “OH FUCK!” feeling the pressure in my cunt increase as his enlarged knot pushed against my cunt walls, completely filling me and pushing against my prostate. The pounding continued...until, with a loud slap, he fell on my sweaty back and we hit the floor in a pool of sweat. “Goddamn!” I yelled, as the most intense anal orgasm shook my body and sent boy over the edge. “Yeah whore,” boy grunted, “Fucking knotted... gonna feed that hungry cunt... take it.” and he released a flood of hot cum in my still spasming cunt until every last drop was inside me. We remained on the floor until I felt his knot pull against my cunt. “MMMM,” boy moaned, taking a hold of my neck with his teeth, “Gonna take a few.” Smiling I spoke to him over... “Shit, I’d pay good money for that.” Standing over us, Daddy chuckled, “They do, whore.” Then, looking down at his jutting cock, he growled, “You’re still on the clock.” “Yes Daddy... but...” I mumbled... looking to the grinning boy still knotted to me. “Boy...” Daddy laughed. “Yeah Boss,” boy laughed and slapped my ass, “Just follow my movements whore.” Grabbing me by the waist, he pulled me against his crotch and sat back... my ass now resting on his muscled thighs. “There... I’d give it about 5 more minutes.” Still laughing, Daddy moved forward, “Go on whore... time is money.” “Yes Daddy,” I moaned feeling boy take hold of the sides of my head with both hands, pull it back and open my mouth with his fingers to accept Daddy’s cock. Feeling the cock slide along my tongue, I instinctively closed my lips around the veined shaft opened my throat. By this time, I knew how he liked me to service his cock... he had trained me over the last year. Moving his hands to my tits, boy pinched them hard, “Suck your Daddy’s cock whore,” he ordered causing my wet mouth to envelope his cock to the hilt as the pain increased and drove me wild. I continued on servicing cock. Then I felt it... boy’s hands pushing me off his cock. Feeling my cunt lips stretching... I started to concentrate on the task at hand. Wrapping his hands around my head, Daddy shoved my face to his crotch as boy’s knot escaped my cunt. A deep animalistic growl escaped boy and he pounced to feed on mixture of cum and cunt juices flowing out of my cunt and onto the floor. With my hands on Daddy’s leathered thighs to steady myself, I continued to feast. Before long, I felt Daddy’s ball sac pull up and began to work my throat on the shaft until I felt it stiffen. “Fucken cocksucking whore!” Daddy roared and a flood of cum gushed down my throat and I sat back on my haunches relishing in the degradation. “Thank you, Daddy,” I smiled and lowered myself to his bootI s and kissed them. Hearing Daddy’s grunt, I started to worshipping the right boot... licking up the sweat and spit that I had released as I serviced his cock. Then, with a slight bump, boy joined me and began on the left boot. There we were, Daddy’s whores at his feet... demonstrating our submission. In the midst of our boot service, steady flow of piss began to rain down on us from above. Simultaneously, we both raised our open mouths to drink the golden chem piss. “That’s it my whores... drink your owner’s piss.” Daddy snarled, covering us in the piss until his bladder was emptied. Not wanting to miss a drop, we faced each other and began licking the precious chemmed fluid off our skin as we wallowed in the puddle of piss underneath us. Our tongues explored every inch of the other’s body until our bodies shone. “Alright, enough!” Daddy snapped, “Time to get this whore ready for tonight.” “Yeah Boss... time to get ready,” boy repeated and stood looking at Daddy for direction. With subtle motion, boy had his orders and Daddy went into the shadows. Grabbing me by the collar, boy barked, “Follow, whore,” and led me to the pair of chains hanging from the rafters. “Up,” he ordered walking to the wall and I obeyed as the chains were lowered. Quickly securing my restraints, he again went to the wall and I felt my arms being raised until I stood on my forefeet. Walking back, boy stood in front of me, “Daddy had to get the chains adjusted for you, whore,” boy laughed as he fastened his cod piece. He stood there, arms crossed until Daddy joined him. With a look of anger, he walked up to me and ripped off the leather pouch of my jock. “You’ve disobeyed me whore,” Daddy snarled, grabbing my sac and pulling it down causing me to let out a scream. “Shut the fuck up, whore! You are not to cum for 24 hours before you join me!” “I’m sorry Daddy!” I shouted, feeling like he would rip my sac off my body. “How many times today whore? I’ll know if you’re lying. You shot a load in boy’s mouth. HOW MANY OTHERS TODAY?” I hesitated for a moment, remembering the load I spilled on the mirror earlier today. I lowered my eyes and took a breath. “Two today Daddy,” I replied. “Look at me whore,” Daddy barked and my eyes met his angry stare. “How many today?” I steeled myself and repeated my answer, “Two today Daddy.” “Well fucker... we’ll take care of that,” he said... placing a metal cock cage in boy’s hand. “Lock the whore up.” With an evil grin, boy walked towards me, placed the cage on the floor released the straps of my jock... leaving it hanging by the cock ring around my cock and balls. Pulling it down, I could feel the cock ring begin to pull me along with it. “Please,” I begged boy, not knowing what was to happen. I began to babble... imagining the possibilities. “I’m sorry! Please don’t!” “Fucking stupid whore,” boy laughed. Getting off on my cries, he grabbed my sac, pushed it behind the ring and pulled the jock over my cock. I sighed in relief. “There, there, whore,” boy said, his mouth moving to my cock. A large flow of spit flowed onto my cock... covering it. Rising as he worked the natural lube on cock and balls, he smirked, “Not the plan...” “On with it!” Daddy yelled. Nodding, boy grabbed the steel cage and slipped the ring over my limp cock and behind my sac until it sat against my shaved crotch. Looking down, I saw him slide the cage over my fear-shriveled cock and adjust it... making sure the locking pins and holes lined up and connect them. Feeling the lock click in place, I closed my eyes as boy tugged on it to make sure it was latched... I didn’t know if I’d ever be allowed to cum again. The room remained quiet as I hung there relieved that I still had my cock and balls. The sounds of the chains being lowered broke the silence and I spread my legs to steady myself while boy unchained me. My eyes went directly to my crotch and I saw the results... a metal cage surrounded my cock which was connected to a cock ring pushing my sac forward. I moved my hips slightly to feel the weight. The cage wasn’t too tight but I knew that I would never get hard nor cum without permission again. Smiling, boy placed an old worn piss and cum stained white jockstrap on the floor and ordered me to step into it. As he slid it up my thighs, I immediately could tell it was one size too small. I started to say something but boy quickly grunted and gave me a menacing look. Finally working it over my crotch, he adjusted the material which barely covered my cage... it was obvious I was caged. Snapping his fingers, Daddy motioned us to his side. We scrambled, knelt before him and he placed a leash on our collars. “Let’s go home.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I never did go back to my place after that. Daddy had arranged for all my stuff to be sold and the proceeds deposited, along with my money, into a bank account he controlled. For the next few months, I worked in the back of the store though mostly being part of the equipment display... in a cage... on a St. Andrews cross... Would you like to see what the cock cage looks like on? Well, that was me. When I wasn’t at the store, I was working out with boy. I had always worked hard to keep my body toned but Daddy now controlled my diet and it showed... and the steroid cycles definitely helped. My muscle mass increased and I now weighed 225 lbs. I finally had the eight pack and thighs I had only dreamed about. My 6’4” frame showed it well and I was constantly checked out by the store clients. Every so often, I’d see boy handing them a card and whispering. Now that I Daddy owned me completely, he had decided to modify me. The electrolysis treatments he had ordered left me permanently hairless from the neck down. While I kept my head buzzed, he hadn’t decided on whether he wanted my face to be kept smooth... yet. I spent hours at the tattoo shop until my body was covered in flowing tribal designs. My thick tits now ringed with heavy rings sparkled in the bright lights of the store as well as the septum ring now permanently fixed in my nostrils. Quickly, my butt plug was increased and I happily carried the 14oz in my cunt. My cock cage was only removed for cleaning... Daddy had never let me cum after that first time with boy. My cunt was now my sex organ. I was reminded of this every time I held my shrunken cock when it was released from its prison for cleaning. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was Pride weekend when things changed. Saturday was our busiest day of the weekend and the place was packed until closing time. As we finished up, Daddy walked in... geared in his finest leathers and walked to the register. “How’d it go?” he asked, checking the numbers. “We doubled last year’s take Boss,” boy proudly stated. “Yeah?” Daddy chuckled, walked to us and held my chin. “I think this whore helped,” and slapped my cheek playfully. He walked to the center counter and pulled out the packed pipe. “Good job. I think you both deserve a reward,” he smiled taking a deep hit. “Yes, Boss...Yes Daddy...” we answered, smiling at the pair of rigs on the counter top. “You first whore,” Daddy chuckled as he prepped my arm and gave me the slam. “Fuck yeah!” I moaned, feeling the chems flow and I felt renewed. Next, Daddy slammed boy and we fell into each other’s arms and began devouring each other with our mouths. “Hey!” Daddy yelled and we turned to him. Seeing our now dilated pupils, he nodded. “Ok, we got places to go,” and pulled out our leashes, attached them to our collars and led us to the door. Reaching the door, he stopped and looked back at me. I grew nervous wondering what I had done. Grabbing a box cutter, he cut off my jockstrap... leaving me standing, my caged cock completely exposed. “Better,” was all he said and we left the building where we were met with the scent of leather and rubber mixed with musk and sweat filling the street. We slowly made our way as the crowd seemed to separate in front of us to allow us passage. I heard the murmurs of “fuck... shit... damn” and other obscenities as we continued on. Occasionally, a hand would brush against my skin but I ignored it. I was Daddy’s whore. Finally, we arrived at a clear spot with a pitcher of beer, one filled glass, two empty glasses and a dog bowl on top of a barrel. Stopping, Daddy stared at the pitcher and boy quickly filled one of the empty glasses. Daddy took a sip of the cold brew and nodded. Pouring a second glass for himself, boy then took the dog bowl, placed it on the ground and filled it with the contents of the filled glass. “Down,” Daddy calmly said, looking around at the crowd. “It’s time my whore is presented. We have more money to make this weekend.” I dropped down on all fours, moved to the bowl and lapped at the warm liquid. I moaned at the acrid taste... knowing it was chem piss. Finishing my drink, I remained on all fours and crawled over the rough asphalt to Daddy’s side. “Thank you, Daddy. I’ll make you proud.” The End

Special thanks to all the guys that proof-read this story to help avoid some of the mistakes I made when writing "Surprise Son", although next time I may want to limit myself to a max of 2 proofers/editors So far, this is only planned as a one shot story. It is entirely fiction, but like I tend to do, it's inspired by some wild role-play sessions. THE FATHER AND SON REUNION: Hi, my name is Eric. Without going into too many details, I spent most of my time in high school crushing hard on my friend Dean. and while he was pretty much straight, one drunken night when I was home from college for a holiday break, I managed to have a drunken three-way with him and his fraternal twin sister Dana. (I know, a girl, yuk, but at the time I thought it was worth it for a chance at Dean's cock.) When I was back at college (and a few states away), I found out that Dana had gotten pregnant. and while Dean let it slip that it was mine, Dana was VERY determined to “not let her son Davey grow up with a dirty cock-sucking faggot as his daddy.” She tricked some dude into marrying her, and she even got a restraining order against me just to make sure I had no chance at ever getting to know my son. After I graduated, I got a job and a small house near where I went to college., and managed to keep in touch with Dean, who remained slightly friendly with me, and over the years, he would occasionally manage to sneak me updates on Davey. The newspaper clippings Dean occasionally sent described Davey's sporting exploits as he was on the high school varsity wrestling, track, and football teams. Fast forward to last week, when I received an email from Dean telling me that Davey was now 18, wanted very much to meet me, and as an excuse for coming to my area, would be coming to my area this weekend to “tour” the college I went to.. I was ecstatic about getting to finally meet Davey in person. I gave Dean my address and contact info. Then I tried to get the house generally cleaned up,moving all the toys, gear, and PNP supplies to my bedroom and, hiding the evidence of the chem-fueled orgies I had gotten used to having every few weeks. When Friday night arrived, I was doing another sweep of the living room, looking for anything suggestive or incriminating that I might have missed. As I took yet another look around, I heard a knock at the door, and when I opened it, it was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping. Standing in front of me was almost a spitting image of Dean back when he was in high school, only in much better physical shape. Based on his height, size, and lack of facial hair, I would have asked for ID if I didn't know for a fact Davey was 18 (and had been for a few months now). “Nice to finally meet you Dad,” Davey said before lunging forward and wrapping his arms around me in a hug we had both waited his life for.. Time seemed to stand still as the 5'6” teen Adonis hugged me as hard as he could, his head pressed into my chest as he did his best to hold back his tears and sniffles. I kissed his forehead and told him how much I had wanted to meet him;I began tear up too as I babbled about how much I wished I could have been there for him. “Get in here son, we have a lot to catch up on,” I managed to say before we reluctantly broke our embrace to shut the door and moved to sit on the couch. Over the next hour, we gave each other “crash courses” on the biggest events we had each missed from each other's lives., and in a teary confession, he came out to me, telling me I was the first person he has ever told since his mom was still aggressively homophobic. I told him that I was gay too (to which he said, “I know Dad”). I reassured him that there was nothing wrong with being gay, and if he ever needed support, now that he was old enough to make his own decisions, I was here for him. He smiled more than he had so far, wiped the tears from his face and said, “after all this, I am getting kinda thirsty.” Before I could offer him a drink, he pulled two bottles of Gatorade from his bag and asked “Red or Blue?” “Red” I said, before he opened the bottle and passed it to me. I took a small sip and instantly recognized the bitter taste – these were laced with T. Was he trying to get me tweaked? He opened the other bottle and took a swig, wincing slightly at the flavor. Clearly both bottles had been enhanced, but I did my best to pretend not to notice and try to find out what he had in mind. We continued talking and sipping our drinks. By the time we had drunk half of the Gatorades, I was feeling fairly spun and judging from the sweat dripping from his brow, Davey was too. “Its kinda hot in here Dad. Do you mind if I get a bit more comfortable?” Without waiting for a response, Davey stood up and pulled off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned hairless chest and six-pack, as well as the top of his v-cut and a light dusting of a strawberry blond treasure trail poking out of the top of his shorts. My breathing was getting heavy and my pulse was racing as I stared at the teenage Adonis before me. “Let me help you with your shirt too,” Davey said, and before I could say anything, he had lunged forward and begun to lift my shirt off. The smell of his sweaty musk wafted over me and made my dick pulse as he pulled my shirt off, revealing my hairy torso. “Damn, you look fucking sexy Dad,” he said. “You too,” I stammered. “You really think so?” he said as he began flexing in front of me. His slim frame glistening with sweat as he switched between poses, each showing off his rippling muscles. “How about this?” he asked before turning around and pulling his shorts down to reveal his perfectly toned hairless ass, the perfection drawing all of my attention and causing my cock to swell even more. He turned back to face me and leaned forward, placing his hand on my crotch and rubbing my stiffening rod. “Oh yeah, I thought you would like that,” he said before he used his other hand to grab the back of my head as he planted his lips on mine and forced his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply. I reached forward to grab his perky hairless posterior and pulled him closer, moaning slightly to signal my approval. He broke our kiss long enough to frantically say, “You have no idea how long I have wanted this,” before resuming our kiss and pushing me onto my back. As we kissed, I pulled his shorts down further and ran my hand along the inside of his crack and slowly rubbed my fingers along his tight muscular hole. “I have only ever topped before, and I want you to be the first guy to fuck me Dad. I have been saving my ass for you,” Davey said as he continued to grind against me, his hard dick barely contained behind the stretchy cloth of his basketball shorts. “And I want to be able to take you without a problem, but I may need some help,” he muttered. “Is your help more Tina?” I asked. “You knew!” he said, surprised I was aware of his little trick. “Yeah boy, pretty hard covering up that flavor,” I replied with a bit of a chuckle. “Well then,” he said with newfound confidence knowing that I was on board with whatever he had planned. He pulled back from me and took off his shorts, revealing a thick uncut 11½ inch cock, the tip wet with precum as he turned around to rifle through his bag. “How about you get naked too, and we have some REAL fun,” he said, now with pipe and torch in hand. I quickly stood up and pulled my pants off while he took a deep hit from his pipe. As he finished inhaling, thick white smoke still rising from his pipe, he leaned back towards me. I leaned my head down to meet his as he exhaled his hit into my mouth. “Fuck, the kid has some good stuff,” I thought as he took another hit. It didn't take us long to finish the bowl, shotgunning the hits back and forth while groping and fondling each other's sweaty bodies. He put the pipe and torch down on the table before pushing me back onto the couch. As I stared dumbfounded at the short muscular god in front of me, he reached back into his bag and pulled out a small tupperware container containing what appeared to be Crisco. “It's laced too,” he remarked as he applied some to the crevice of his bubble butt, taking extra care as he massaged some into his tight pucker. He then took another dollop from the container and coated my cock. His relatively small hands making my dick seem even bigger as he slowly jacked me, coating my entire shaft with his enhanced lube. “Fuck, that feels good Davey,” I managed to say before he replied, “Then you are gonna love this.” He climbed onto my lap, pushing me to lay back on the couch as he positioned himself over my dripping cock, it's head sliding back and forth across his tight virgin hole. “I know I should stretch out first, but I want to make you proud of me Dad,” he said confidently. Before I could say anything to protest, he dropped down with all of his weight and took my shaft to the hilt. Even with the chems racing through his system, I could tell it still hurt him as he winced a bit and held himself in place, his tailbone pressing against my balls as my bush ground against his tightly stretched hole. “I don't want to hurt you son, and have to tell you I am poz,” I stammered. “Fuck yeah!” he said as a devilish smile began to cross his face. “I was kinda hoping, and that is why I wanted you to tear me up Daddy. Now that I found you, I want you to be a part of me in every way possible,” he said as he began to grind his ass on my raging erection, his enormous cock still rock hard and pointing towards me temptingly. “I hope you plan on using this thing on me too,” I said as I wrapped my hand around his member and began to slowly stroke him while he picked up the pace that he was using to fuck himself on me. He stared deep into my eyes with gleeful determination and said“Fuck yeah, Daddy. We are both gonna be dripping cum before the night is over,” He smiled wide and tilted his head back as his bouncing became more crazed. Between the physical overload of his hole convulsing and gripping at my shaft, the ripe sweaty funk filling the air, and the visual stimulation of his beautiful body on top of me, it wasn't long before I was letting out a loud guttural moan and coating the inside of my boys hole with my toxic load. “Fuck yeah Daddy, now it's your turn,” he said as he stood up, and reached back to his ass to scoop up any leaking cum and leftover lube, which he then used to coat his massive cock. On his small frame, the giant dick looked even bigger. and as we looked into each others eyes with burning lust, out of habit, I uttered “I should probably make sure I'm cleaned out first.” “Don't care! Can't wait,” he replied with hunger clear in his voice. He then used the muscles and training he had clearly gotten from his wrestling career to lift my legs up and aim his mammoth cock at my now exposed pucker. Then, using only the pink cum and infused fuck juices from his ass that has slathered along his wrist thick uncut cock, he placed the head at my hole and in one determined thrust forward. I was fully impaled on his cock (fortunately, I am a bit of a fist-pig, so I didn't struggle to take him nearly as much as he had struggled with me.) “Not hitting anything. We're good,” he grunted as he started to piston fuck himself into me. I was seeing stars, but not from pain. Instead, his rock hard cock and my spun state were making me feel like his dick was made to be lodged deep in my ass. (and in a way, it kinda was.) “Fuck, you feel so good Dad. . .I'm gonna shoot!” he said after what didn't feel like nearly enough time could have passed . He closed his eyes and started a series of quick rough thrusts. I felt my hole getting slick with his teenage cum. He didn't move for mere seconds before remarking in a primal manner, “Not done!” and he began thrusting into me again. He repeated this for two more loads before finally withdrawing from my now wet gaping hole. His cock making a squishing sound as it popped from my hole, as the removal of his dick caused the copious loads he had left deep in me to begin pouring out of my battered (but still hungry) ass. “I need you in me again,” he said. This time however, as he hovered over my crotch, he faced away from me and he used some of the jizz leaking from my battered ass to re-lube my dick and his hole. Like before, he fully impaled himself on my dick, taking the entire length in a single slick movement. “Lets see if we can milk a few out of you this time,” I heard him say as he leaned forward and started to maneuver his fingers into my cum-slicked hole. “Whenever I fuck someone, it's usually pretty easy to do this, after” he explained as he easily began coaxing his hand further into my hole. There was little resistance as his thumb popped through my outer ring. Having located my prostate again, he started to apply pressure to it with thumb knuckle as his balled fist filled my hole perfectly. As the waves of pleasure took control of any part of my brain capable of coherent thought, he used his perfect ass to jerk me off, stroking it up and down the length of the dick that made him. The combined sensations coming from my ass and dick fully overwhelmed me, my eyes rolled back in my head as my body quaked from an overwhelming orgasm. I convulsed beneath him as he continued to punch fuck my prostate and my increasingly hungry ass. Davey continued his handiwork, and I felt wave after wave of what seemed to be a never-ending series of orgasms. My brain in a blissful fog; I could barely make out his grunts of “Fuck yeah Daddy, fill me up!” as my poison stick spat volley after volley of his unborn siblings into the depths of his hot velvety boy butt. Davey's relentless onslaught of my hole continued, leaving me a quivering mass beneath him as he punched in as deep as his angle would allow. The pressure too much for me and I cried out, “Oh Shit, I'm gonna piss!” “Fill me up Daddy!” he yelled just before I unleashed a river of hot liquid gold in his now loosening canal. It leaked out around my cock as he resumed fucking himself along the length of my still pissing dick. We both let out guttural grunts and moans of satisfaction as the hot wet feeling coated our primal lust and further lubricated our crazed grinding against each other. The world faded away and all that mattered was our carnal rutting. Finally Davey's pace slowed down, and he said, “I gotta piss too” before taking his smaller frame off of my cock and turning around while somehow keeping his hand lodged deep in my hole. The feelings of his hand turning as he re-positioned himself back between my legs was almost more than I could handle. My eyes lost focus, but I just make out him using his free hand to aim his dick below the wrist still in my hole . I felt a new level of tightness as he slowly pushed his thick cock in alongside his hand. I let out a low moan of ecstasy as my body convulsed from another in a long chain of anal orgasms. Davey's moans soon joined mine with his as he let loose a torrent of his chempiss in my fully stretched hole. The T from his piss soaked into the lining of my torn up ass, and my head began to spin as he started to jerk himself off inside of my stretched hole. “Fuck you feel so good Daddy,” he said while shooting another load into my fully inseminated hole. (Gotta admire that teenage stamina.) After pumping a few more volleys of cum into me, he seemed to (finally) be spent for the moment, and he slowly withdrew both his hand and softening cock from my completely destroyed hole. I was still breathing heavily and occasionally convulsing from orgasmic aftershock as he climbed back on top of me. He licked and sucked the fuck-slime from his hand, his lightweight frame feeling like a perfect fit as he rested his full weight on me. Now face to face, he kissed me deeply before saying, “I fucking love you so much, Daddy.” “I love you too Davey.” I replied, and with that we slowly made out while we began to rest and recharge from our mind-blowing father and son reunion.

Indeed it is.

Brad and I hit the bathhouse at our usual time and chilled at the bar. Unusually only Dom emerged; he explained "Zack's got the flu so can't make it". My BF Brad laughed saying "lucky you Jake - gonna have to take both the real mens cocks today!". During the week I take my man's cock and at the bathhouse I normally just take Dom's while Brad fucks Zack. This week i was so happy sucking Brad while Dom used me raw. As always he fired a massive load inside me. Brad then slid in using Dom's cum as lube and remarked "wow Dom love the feeling of your cum on my cock". Dom laughed and said "yeh, you like feeling my babies? - maybe you should bottom for me". Brad was like "no way man I'm the top" and fucked me savagely to prove what a man he was. He shot his load in me. I was on heat for the alphas. As always we left the cabin door open and as usual we had the usual crowd of nerds hanging round lusting after our Brad and Dom. But there with his arms around two nerdy twinks was the bear. I caught his eye and he winked and said "pity your done after those two cocks". Brad, cocky as ever said, "nah, my sluts never done - wanna fill him?". The bear climbed into the cabin and looked Brad in the eye saying "my cock is bigger and more powerful than yours - if I fuck your lad I'll fill him and make him mine". Brad leaned over and kissed the bear passionately and then guided the bears cock into my hole. I'd never seen him do that with any other man but the bear had such a cocky demeanour and the size of cock that puts other men in a locker room to shame. Brad said loudly "seed the lad!". The bear started to piston fuck and shouted "i love making lads mine - they all take me inside them". I loved the feeling of this true alpha ravaging my hole and filling me so completely. I felt his cock expanding inside me and he pinned me down and grunted as he shoot load after load of cum in my ass. "Thank you sir, I think I will feel you inside me forever" I said as I stroked his furry chest and the bear replied "too right you will!"

As a physician you know what they show on Grey's Anatomy? It isnt far from the truth. Depending on where you work, everyone is fucking everyone. And thats not just us gays. Even straights. Anyway, I've been fucked way too many times in call rooms and closets and empty spaces in the hospital to count. By other physicians, nurses (especially visiting nurses), respiratory and physiotherapy technicians, EMTs, Security personnel, and also a lot of random guys who came in to the hospital just to breed me and left. The call rooms where I worked were all either on a different floor or far far away from the main areas so I could squeal as loud as I wanted.

Why don’t you just bend over and take raw cock. You will enjoy it, given they are UD you probably won’t get pozed if you do, lucky you and then you can breed with others

Nice. One of the hottest hookups I ever had was a very handsome married guy who swung by my place on his lunch break, still in greasy mechanic overalls. Just before he bred me, he shouted "You want my babies? Want me to knock you up?" To which I of course responded "Hell yeah, get me pregnant!" and took his seed. I found out very shortly after he had secretly put his wife on video call and set his phone in just the right spot for her to watch. He was super apologetic afterwards and genuinely seemed worried I would be mad. I told him my only objection was not getting to know so we could put on more of a show.

So fucking hot! OINK!

I had a quite busy week. On Tuesday I had to go back to Budapest because of some work. My Wednesday night was free, so I texted my regular fuckbuddy to visit me. He came and it was awesome as usual. He is absolutely versatile like me, and we are used to fuck each other literally flipflop. The nicest example was when I rode him and jumped off his cock, pushed his legs back and my cock into his hole. And we did it continuously. Only one problem is with him that he usually can’t cum. But I could, unloaded his mouth. After a quiet Thursday, I went back to Budapest on Friday. My old friend claimed that he wanted to go the sauna, where between 10pm and 1am dark and naked party was organised as it’s usual. He needed some encouragement at the beginning but later I let him go back and forth while I jumped in the middle. I can’t tell you a detailed story because the actions in the dark area were very intense. If I would have to summarise it I could tell you that in the first half of the evening I fucked the half of the guests, in the second half the other people fucked me. I literally didn’t know whose hole was fucked by me and when and vice versa whose cock was in my hole and mouth. I just felt that my hole was more and more full with loads. However, I pick three exciting parts of the night. I met this older guy with long thick dick again. He was absolutely versatile. He was power bottom and brutal top, two in one. When I met first during the night I used his power bottom part and fucked him merciless. Later he found me and fucked my throat and asked if I was the one who destroyed his hole. Fuck yes I replied. Now this is the time for revenge he said and I was happy because I knew he would fuck me brutally. He did. I was moaning so loudly that many other guys came in. When he finished, others continued to destroy my hole. The second exciting thing was when I realised that my friend lost his anxiety and he was the guy in the corner kneeling on his knees and getting somebody’s cock. I saw as the top unloaded him. I didn’t want to feel himself inconvenient, therefore, I came out to the other room. I found a hole and started to fuck it because watching my friend as whore made me extremely horny. Then he stepped next to me, touched my arm and I started to massage his cummy hole. I pushed out my cock and pushed onto my friend’s hole. I fucked him like no tomorrow. Hearing how loudly he was moaning while I was pounding him made me more horny. I started to jerk his cock and let him cum. I was wondering if he knew that his old friend fucked him so hard. Later, after he left the sauna, texted me telling this story. He really liked how this stranger fucked him. Finally I went to the larger dark room where was a big couch and I positioned myself on the edge on my fourth pushing up my ass. From that time one guy came after the other and used my hole, many of them unloaded it. When the dark and naked session was over, the sauna became quite empty. Some guys stayed and we had some sex but I felt that I also had to leave. So I headed to the cruising bar. It was quite empty, the dark room was abandoned and I had doubts if it was a good idea to come over. It was. I found some gays in another room which wasn’t dark. They had sex and they were open me to join them. I sucked a dick and fucked a throat soon. Then I pulled up my sucker, started to kiss with him passionately and finger his hole. I turned his back, forced to bent over and started to fuck him. I assumed that he totally bottom but surprisingly he wanted to fuck me, so welcome. While I was fucked a friend appeared and offered his cock. Later the previous guy disappeared and I stayed there as an only “bottom “. There were 4-5 guys jerking his cock, while my friend was fucking me. He positioned me continuously to a newer and newer cock to suck it. Then these guys made it obvious that they wanted to fuck me. And all of them did it. For this hour I was the slut who was suitable for fuck and make suck. I enjoyed it. When the bar closed I found a text on my phone. A black guy texted me via Grindr that he needed a hole. His nickname didn’t let any doubts: bbc. I told him that he could fuck me only bareback and I was full with loads. He was happy because he loved cumdumps. I visited him and his cock was stereotypical. I hardly could take it into my mouth. However, after long hours fuck my hole was so loose that I could get it without any problems. Unfortunately he was too tired and couldn’t cum and asked me to leave. I was also dead tired, so I wasn’t disappointed. on Saturday my regular fuckbuddy texted that our session on Wednesday was so good that he wanted a repeat. So he visited me and we spent some hours with a nice flipflop. Sunday wasn’t funday but the day for regeneration. But tonight I will visit another fuckbuddy who wanted a mutual ws session and me to fuck and fist his amazing hole.

I love men in uniforms....of any kind. One of my hottest encounters was back a few years ago now where I drove from Sacramento all the way to Travis Air Force base and and got raw fucked by a captain. Hot fucker he was too let me tell you. Fit body and short hair cut. Damn! He flew C-141 cargo planes. We had a great time in his apartment which was off base. Would have hooked up with him again but the distance thing was a bit much and he wasn't stationed there long.

Wow, what hot encounters I've just experienced. My Vietnamese vers pigson came over today. He had 4-day load for me. We did the usual: 69 and rim ass/suck cock, kissed, made out, cuddled, chatted. He fucked my ass and quickly nutted his 4-day there. When we were 69-ing and rimming ass, he switched to my hard cock and I kept rimming him. The combo of his sucking my cock and pressing down on one point just beneath my balls and me rimming -- I told him I was going to cum in seconds. Well, he was in position to swallow my load and feed a bit of it back to me! And he let me taste his load from my ass too. Such a good pigson! Then, off Grindr I was talking to a local 19-yr old of Portuguese descent. He wanted me to eat his hole. I told him to come over after I was done with pigson #1. This 19-yr old is cute as a button. Really into daddies, tanned. We kissed a lot. He didn't have much time. He wanted daddy (me!) to rim his ass for a bit. Would you believe it, he walked to my house. He wants to come back again for a sex date. His round bubble butt is welcome any time at my place! So much fun today!

for some reason, i hate hearing the word 'shit' during sex.

My god I love waking up with a Piss hard on, Only to sink it balls deep into a tight boy pussy and grind it around. All of you know you can't cum until you piss. My boy loves it when I do that to him and so do I. I flooded his hole this morning then fucked it in before pulling out. Once I pulled out I pulled the back of his diaper back up and told him to go make my coffee and he better have breakfast made by the time I get out of the shower. Also he hadn't better leak one drop of piss or cum into his diaper or he will have to go to the gym in it for all to see. All he said Was Yes Sir and headed for the kitchen

Awesome story - combining several of my favorite kinks - incest, ff, flipfuck - with pnp, it's damn hoT. Though I've never gotten to pnp with anyone in my family (at least not yet) I have pnp'd with two different sets of brothers and one father and son couple who were also chemfueled fistfuckers (if interested, see my blog post Another Real Experience Quebecois Father and Son FF ). Your story hit so many right notes for me - I shot twice! - thank you. If this is all there is, I'm satisfied as it had a proper pause in the action with a rest after a very hot flipfuck ff w/s chem scene, and gave us a hot complete story... on the other hand, I'd also be REALLY happy to see other chapters of this story if you continued. Either way, thanks for the 4th of July fireworks below my belt!

He’s a rescue. He’s roughly 18 months old. Black Lab and Beagle cross is my best guess. He’s only about 30 pounds, but he is loud.

As I get close and start picking up the pace, I'd remind you that I'm not wearing a rubber. Remind you that my bare cock is inside you and that I'm not pulling out. Tell you that you are going to be a good boy and lay there and take my load. Makes your hole moist just thinking about it, doesn't it?

PART 1 It was approximately two months before high school graduation that this happened, which is to say it was about two weeks after I turned 18. Not that I looked 18. I was lucky if people thought I was 16. Although I was 5' 10”, I only weighed 155 pounds, and given my baby face and short brown hair, I didn’t look like a man - yet. But it was men I wanted, that’s for sure. I was 18 and I had a car. It was time. Sure there were gay guys at my school, but I wasn’t into guys my age. I liked guys older than me, guys around 40. Men with big man cocks and big manly cum-filled balls. That’s what turned me on. Now I just needed to find such a man who happened to like me. With that in mind, within days of my birthday, I had my first profile up on a gay hook-up site. Initially I received messages from young guys who were quite like me, or at most a few years older. One or two were tempting but I held out. Besides a few blowjobs back and forth ealrier in the year, I had no experience with men. But in my mind, I was always the one sucking cock and always the one offering up his hole. I was a bottom before I even knew what a bottom was. Then one day he messaged me. He was older, 43, and definitely a top. His pictures didn’t have his face but what it showed was amazing to me. He was 6 1” but thin at 165. His graying hair was cut very short. And then I saw his dick. Magnificent isnt even a strong enough word. The pictures showed a solid eight and a half inch cock, with a nice mushroom head and a thick slightly bending upward shaft. His big balls hung down. They looked massive. Now, my balls are a nice size and I cum tons when I shoot, but I figured a guy with giant balls such as this guy sported must cum buckets. I couldn't see his face, but honestly didn't care. This guy's body was my fantasy come to life. I read thru his profile. And then I saw it: HIV status - positive. Still, I wanted to read his message and at least say thanks for messaging me. Just looking at his pictures had me so hard. It was too bad he had hiv. I couldn’t risk that. So I clicked on the message. “I love your pics. You seem like a really hot young guy. That sexy body. And hot little butt! I saw you like older guys. Hot older Top men, guys that can show you things, take you to places you haven’t been yet and that your body doesn’t know it needs yet. I’ve helped young men like you before. I’d love to meet you. And I can tell by your profile you are gonna want to meet me. I have a huge cock that loves attention and I love showing a young guys hole the attention a boy hole needs. I have exactly what you need. Don’t waste time and message me back. I want you in my bedroom.” wow, he had me rock hard. I mean rock hard. And shaking a little. This was real. This hot as hell man wanted me. And badly, it seemed. I was so scared of the hiv thing but I stared at those pics and read his message again and I didn’t know what I would do but I would find a way to keep safe. I had to meet him. With very very nervous hands, i typed back. “You are really really hot. I’m a little scared about what we can do because i am not hiv positive, but I can’t help it, like I just want to meet you and see you face to face. Your cock is so amazing. I have a car, so I can meet almost anywhere but I love with my parents, so can’t have anyone here.” And I hit send. Within minutes, his reply came thru. “Come over now. We are both horny. My address is 710 elm lane, by the new high school. Can you be here soon? So ready to meet you and have uou here.” I replied within seconds. “Be there in 20 minutes.” I tried to make sure I looked ok and ran a brush thru my hair and went out the door before I could change my mind. What was I doing? But I told myself nothing has to happen unless I want it to. And he was so sexy. And that huge cock. I was hard the short drive over there. I parked on the street and made my way towards his house. It was dark, so that made it a little easier. It was my first time just going to a guys house to hook up. I was nervous as hell but my cock was leading me. I was so horny I almost couldn’t take it. I walked up to the porch and knocked softly. The door slowly opened and I was face to face with my internet friend. His body was more amazing in person. Clad in just underwear that bulged like crazy, he was all his profile said and more. Then I looked at his face and he looked at mine and both of us had a shock. It was Mr Johnson, my 11th grade history teacher. I was shocked and embarrassed he would now reject me and still so horny, maybe even more so now. Mr Johnson a gay Top! All of this shock and me standing in the doorway lasted maybe 3 seconds. And then he gestured for me to come in and I did. My cock was like steel and I was determined to go further, though I didn’t know where. I just knew two things: mr Johnson was my perfect gay man standing in front of me and I had to be carful and not forget he had hiv. I felt his hand on my lower back as he guided me inti the house. The sound of the door jarred me from my thoughts. This was happening. This was really happening.

The below is a work of fiction. Any similarity to things that have happened at conventions I have attended are, of course, purely coincidental 😉 I was at a convention and getting seriously blue balled. Anyone who's been to that kind of thing understands what I mean. Boys who are flaking, boys who get distracted, and of course, lots of boys who say yes to you, but also what to say yes to someone who's more famous or handsome so they keep you on the back burner until they finally get rejected and neither one of you go away happy. So as you can imagine, I was getting kind of frustrated, and even though I'd already had sex six times that weekend, I was looking for lucky number seven. After all, this convention was being held in a state known for liking gambling and taking risks. 😉 I was going through all of the telegram chats and other messaging services to see if I could find someone, and much to my surprise, they found me. They saw that I was posting ads and dick pics in various chats and wanted to approach but they were more than a little shy and scared. That's fine, furries usually are shy creatures, but the rewards are always worth it. so we began to chat, and I found out why he was so shy: he was HIV positive. this isn't exactly an unexpected thing in the fur fandom, lots of boys are HIV positive, and it's generally well accepted, but that doesn't mean that you are guaranteed to get laid. After all, a lot of people are squeamish about banging a boy is HIV positive, even if he is medicated. And this boy revealed to me that, because his health insurance had been cut off, he had been going un medicated for a while. I'd be lying if I said that didn't cause me any concern. After all, I also wasn't able to get medication due to my insurance being absolute garbage, but the more I talked, the more confident I felt about rolling the dice. The boy was just way too cute to pass up, as well as way too horny. I'm pretty sure I could have talked to this kid into anything, and it's not like I'm going to turn down a hot young 19-year-old plaything without a very good reason. We agreed to meet on two conditions. One, both of us would be wearing our suit heads, and we would not take them off until he left my hotel room. Additionally, unless we clicked, we wouldn't get up to thing. And lastly, I was not to talk to his mate about this at all, because his mate was concerned the boy might get a reputation as being something of a spreader. Even if I was walking into this trap with my eyes open. If this was a movie or a story I'm sure we would have had an extended conversation about what was going on in his life and assessing the risks and seeing what we were both comfortable with. But that's not real life, and when this cute coyote boy wearing nothing but his suit head and paws and a jock strap showed up at my door started wagging the tail that he had attached to that job strap at me, I immediately threw him over on the bed and began pounding him. I didn't care if he was infected or not, I didn't care that he had that sort of beautiful wastrel body that some guys get when they've been dealing with the disease unmedicated for a while, all I care is that he was an extremely attractive, extremely willing, and extremely hot piece of ass. I had originally intended to spend only a short time with him, just enough to get to know him, pump and dump, and then send him out the door. But to this day I have never had a partner loved cock as much as he did. After I finished pounding his ass the first time, he shoved my dick into his first suit muzzle and gave it a good cleaning, then all but dragged me into the bathroom begging for me to piss on him. then more oral, more anal, back to the bedroom for anal and a different position, I was pounding his ass like it owed me money until after 2 hours I was so physically exhausted that neither one of us could get me up and going again. It took almost 2 hours for us to both calm down and recover enough to where he could sneak back off to do whatever else he was doing, with his mate and his friends ideally none the wiser. Although I can't help but think they would have noticed the smell. In any event, he made me promise never to tell anyone, never to tie it to his name, and also to never see him again. At least, not until I was either medicated or HIV positive myself, as he felt very guilty about potentially infecting me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't give a shit, let's just say there was some harrowing and anxious waiting for the next couple of weeks while I waited for a negative test to come back, which it did, but I almost didn't care at that point. Whatever had led him to become HIV positive had also instilled with him a sexual lust and ability that I've not experienced before or since. This kid loved having sex the way a man dying of thirst loves water or a starving dog loves a decent meal. It was all passion and animal instinct. Him always knowing what he wanted, and making sure I knew how to give it to him. And of course, him lavishing praise on my person and my body and my sexual prowess, and making sure I got plenty of feedback about what a good time he was having. We haven't talked since, in fact I'm not even sure how I would be able to get in touch with him at this point, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't rub one out thinking about him on a regular basis. I never saw his face, and he never saw mine, and we never even exchanged the names we use within the fandom. But God damn, I just hope that boy is out there somewhere, he would be 21 now, giving some other hot top the ride of their lives.

This is not written by me, but it was archived by me. It was posted in one of the pozzing Yahoo! groups that I, VICARIOUSLY , slutted my way through the 90's and then some before finally taking that leap in 2005. I believe this and the following three chapters is the complete story as it was written. Well done to the author wherever you are, I'm sorry I didn't think to get your name. ---------------- PRETTYBOY You have an aching need, I know because I have it too. A need to push your experience to the extreme, through total corruption, perversion, blasphemy, addiction, and compulsion. To be filled completely by your lusts and give your body to evil and sadistic desires . . . The Demon will consume you completely, leaving only a trace behind. I know . . . because it’s happened to me. I was the greenest most innocent person you could imagine but then I got raped and from there my life began to fracture and be ripped apart. It really fucked me up because it made me associate dominance and violence with sex and so I began associating with men who somehow subconsciously fulfilled this hidden desire. Then I noticed those XXX arcades and clubs littering the streets. Wastelands of sexual desire where anything and everything could occur. Of course I was scared shitless when I first entered them. it was overwhelming seeing all those men loiter the corridors with their thick slimy cocks hanging out. But I was strangely drawn to them even though I would never admit that to myself or anyone else at the time. I was better than them wasn’t I? And so initially I would resist all attempts to entice me into a scene. Some guys didn’t take no for an answer though and kept coming back; each time wearing down my resistance just a little and so over time I began to fondle their cocks as they stuck them in front of my face and play with their cocks when they slid them through the glory holes in the cubicles. I was enticed and from there I knew that I was slowly losing my grip and succumbing. But still I fought. Because I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn’t remain in control. What would happen to me? and would I change? I didn’t want that. But still the men were persistent and kept telling me to eat their asses and bend over for their raw cocks. I would look at them leering at me and slowly licking their lips and rubbing their lumpy cocks. Why wouldn’t they just leave me alone? Didn’t they know I wasn’t interested? Or did they know something that I didn’t at the time and that it would only be a matter of time before they would have me? a boy could go crazy thinking about all these things. I remember being drawn to several men in particular during my time out at the arcades and clubs. All of them were older than me by a good thirty years and all were sleazy. I guess I was fascinated by their overt blatant sexuality and that they seemed to do whatever they wanted. It shocked me to see them fuck ass raw and take loads though. Didn’t they understand the risks? What about HIV? At the time I figured that if they were doing it then surely they must be poz or didn’t care and so I avoided them where possible but several men in particular didn’t take no for an answer and kept following me wherever I went; one man who saw me out at the clubs and arcades kept sliding his huge thick cock though the glory holes and stroking it in front of my face. He kept calling me “prettyboy” and told me to suck him. I looked at him with more than a little disgust but I couldn’t help getting hard and to my embarrassment he would notice this and tell me in a condescending manner that he could wait and that I would be his, whether I wanted it or not? When I heard those words it really did a mind-fuck trip on me. how could he KNOW that? And how arrogant to assume that I would do that. He didn’t know me and to just assume that was the height of arrogance I thought. I would prove him wrong. Oh yeah I would. He didn’t own me. how wrong I was . . .

I am a 30 yo guy living in mostly monogamous relationship with a guy. I generally practice only safer sex. This is a real story of the first time I took a load on the first meeting with a guy and the first time I had something with a black guy. I am a normal dude with some muscle, some fat, nice face. I am usually a top. I live in Prague where there are just a handful of black guys and those are usually tourists. So I must say I had had no experience with a black guy – until recently. Couple of days ago this black beefy guy in his 50s hit me on grindr. We have exchanged couple of messages before and he invited me for a coffee. I was nearby so I came over and I did not expect anything. After chatting a bit we started kissing and one thing led to another and we were in his naked bed. I loooooved his body and his uncut big cock. After sucking him a little bit he started to eat me out. It felt really good. He asked if he can fuck me and I said no, but after a little longer of eating out I gave up. He said he doesn’t use condoms cause he can hardly ever find big enough for him (!). I never go bare with guys I do not know, but I was so horny I let him. With only spit instead of lube he got in. It hurt like hell, but after a little bit it felt really good. He was fucking me for about 20 minutes and then asked me if he can cum inside. To my horror I moaned yes! It was a loooot of cum. We cuddled afterwards and then I left. It felt good and wrong at the same time. But it was the first time I barebacked with a stranger.

Right, but as usual, your CV doesn't stop you from making judgmental remarks about other people. You make some of the most negative remarks. Let people live, man.

Objectifying black men is another form of racism.

He's definitely a cutie. And having a dog who's a bit protective isn't a bad thing. Thanks for sharing his picture....

It’s fun to take a family virginity LOL

I used to cycle a lot around that time, it’s 10+ years ago now. Not super long distances though. I found I got back into it ok after healing, with the right padded shorts and saddle/position 🙂. I’m more of a recreational cyclist these days. Hopefully there are other cyclists who can comment for you... Your other piercings sound cool btw

Now that this pandemic is subsiding, I'm interested as well. 41 yo vers top in Mar Vista/Venice area. I have no problem being a total top in groups since it's usually what's needed.

a lot of people ( str8s included) have a hard time keeping it in the pants. I was a school teacher, and before or after hours, it was honestly very easy to lock my door, find an area near the back of the room to suck a cock. Didn't do it often but managed to do it five times in my career 1. First one, the custodian was hitting on me, and sucked me off. Did that a few times 2. Brought a young twink friend of mine just to show him my classroom during the summer. Blew him 3. Teacher at the building - sucked him off and him sucking me off a couple of times 4. Different custodian - sucked him off multiple times 5. Former student - came back to visit one morning before school started to tell me he was gay and he heard i was.. he sucked me off. i shot my load so fast , we got together many times after just not at school 6. student teacher - was also gay. we hooked up near the end of the session. first outside of school, fucked him. one day, weeks after he had already left my school, he came back to visit and after talking about it, decided i should fuck my first ass at school, so i did him. most quiet fuck i ever did.

Ass, hole, manhole for me. I’m gay and completely cis and like guys; using feminine names for my body parts breaks the image for me.

Below Works for me. Pussy, clit, cunt does not appeal to me at all. Men are Men, my ass is my cumhole, Manhole to fit with Men.

A stealthy Twink! Awesome!

Yes, absolutely agree. I hope that Men know their cum has significant effect on the faggots they breed. It makes us more submissive and docile. So many hormones in cum that act as mood stabilizers.

THE SCENE And so I decided to leave the club after that. I was really bothered by the arrogance of that older man and how he thought he knew me better than I know myself. but still I would think about his cock; it was gigantic and by far one of the two largest cocks I had ever seen up to that point; 9x7 and with a hot foreskin. it seemed impossible that someone could take something so large but at night and at school I would finger my ass and masturbate over and over thinking about how much I wanted it. I would see myself taking it up the ass and him just using my body as he desired and fucking my face and shooting his loads all over my face and down my throat. but while massively aroused I was horrified at the same time and so after cumming I would just dismiss it as nothing more than a good jack off fantasy. Over the coming months I met some guys who were regulars on the ‘scene’ and they told me about beats and places I could go to when horny if I didn’t want to visit the clubs and arcades in the city. That was a welcome tip (or so I thought at the time) and it naturally opened up a whole new outlet for me. seeing men fuck and do stuff in the toilets and bushes was amazing. they seemed so free and happy and were just doing anything they liked. I really envied them but seeing some of the stuff they did while arousing was horrifying; how could they just let themselves be fucked by so many different guys without condoms? Did they not understand the risks and the danger they were putting themselves in? thinking about that would drive me slowly crazy because at night when I got home I would jack over and over imagining that I was one of them and that I was the biggest slut in town and doing everything and anyone whenever I felt like it, and I felt like it all the time. then I would climax and I would be horrified that I would have thought such a thing. My god! what if my friends knew? Imagine if people knew what I was thinking! they would be so disgusted to know that I thought such things. But I kept jacking and over time I noticed that when I was watching some of the men fuck that they would continually offer to let me join in and that some men would grab my ass and rub my crotch. I would of course brush their hands away but they would just smile back at me as they tried again and kept leering at me. there was something so calming yet scary about those initial days. I couldn’t figure out why I kept going back? Why was I attracted to them? What was it about me that was drawn to that action and those men? and more to the point . . . why couldn’t I just walk away?

When I cum I always thrust deep as I can get it. I want it to hit real deep and I dislike when the bottom pushes my load out. Leave it in there.

I have been bisexual my whole life, and was molested (to my great delight) by my two older brothers and my mom’s boyfriend’s sons (3 more boys) throughout my childhood (from 6 years of age until I was 14). At 14, I stopped playing with other boys/men for several years (with an occasional same sex hook up occurring once every couple of years during that period). However, with the exception of my early childhood romps, I was always very diligent and always played safe (i.e., condoms). I’ve been married to my wife for over 20 years, and she is well aware of my past and my insatiable cravings to feel another man’s cock throb and pulse in my ass as he pumps his warm, raw load into me. She and I would play out these fantasies in the bedroom, where she would peg me with huge dildos (see my profile pictures). Fast forward to February 2021, when I decided I was going to get on PReP, so that I could take raw loads (a huge fantasy of mine since I was a kid). To my great surprise, my wife was on board with me exploring that part of my sexuality again (telling me, that I only live once and that she did not want to deprive me of who I really am, a closeted cum slut). With this new found support, I met with my doctor to begin taking PReP and receive a Hep B vaccine. I then went online and found Club San Diego (gay bathhouse) on 4th Street in San Diego, CA. It was now March, and I went to my first Cumunion Party, with the intent of taking a warm, raw load. I took a few edibles to calm my nerves, enhance the experience and melt away any remaining inhibitions. What an AMAZING time! Rather than taking one raw load, 17 different guys fucked me that night, and at least 7 of them deposited their load in me. I remember taking 3 loads back to back to back on the bottom bunk of the dark public play area where I was on all fours for at least an hour with my ass in the air and my face against the wall. It was mesmerizing, and I will never forget walking down the hallway towards the public showers afterwards. As I walked, I felt this large rush of cum unexpectedly gush out of my ass and down my left leg. I reached behind me to catch a good portion in my hand, and than held it to my nose to smell the manhood that leaked from me. Since March, I have been to Club San Diego 3 more times, as well as to Flex LA once and Sanctuary Studios in LA once (for another Cumunion party). Heading back to Club San Diego on 7/10/21 for another Cumunion party, and the anticipation of that inspired me to recount this cherished memory/moment.

There's so many different things wrong with what you said. I'll point them out during the weekend (every day is weakened now with President Alzheimer squatting in the White House! how depressing. ) For now can you answer me this one question. Gays have been generally seen as "liberal" or left for years. Over the last 20 years liberal people (including gays) have condemned American "wars in Muslim countries" etc... and they have said anyone who criticises Islam is racist. When do Muslims start paying back the favour? After 18 years of saying Bush is evil, Trump is evil, America is "imperialist", guess how many Muslim countries have decriminalized homosexuality in that time? uh... zero!

As a straight top l turned this around. l think l would rather get sucked off by my friends son. Then send his dad pictures and emails of his son sucking my cock from an unknown email address and telling him what a great cocksucker he is. That was what made me decide to let my son suck my cock. That being said there have been a few of my sons friends who I would gladly have let suck me off. A couple girls and a couple boys. (one of the boys gave me a blowjob every time l drove him home. Usually we would just pull into a parking lot or down an alley or park at the side of the road but he also sucked my cock while I was driving. Lmao

My buddy’s dad. I was 14 vwhen I first saw him naked, in the locker room. I brushed against his cock and saw he reacted, so when no-one was looking I put my hand round his cock and gripped him tightly. He got a solid erection and I smiled up at him. He took me home and later I was on my knees in front him. he was naked with his hard cock an inch from my mouth. He put his hand behind my head, pulled me towards him and told me to open wide. I did as I was told and soon, for my first time I was sucking on his meat. He was grunting and soon, held my head as he shoved his cock deeper in my mouth and shot his load down my throat. I sucked him off almost daily after that. Soon, I was blowing his buddies as well

Damn. This is gearing up to be a fucking hot, girthy, thick slab of erotica.

Chapter 13- Two Proposals The next week was incredibly hard for Brian. The world was still spinning around him, and he could barely keep up with it through the whirlwind of emotions. Depression about losing Jake, concern about his status, dread about the future. He’d have to tell his parents. He’d have to deal with losing his planned roommate. And on top of that, he still had to go to school. Whenever the two boys ran into each other in the hallways or in class, they quickly averted their gaze. Brian wanted to watch Jake’s face for any sign of forgiveness or spark of hope, but he also didn’t want to hurt him any more. So, he tried to block him out as much as possible. One day, after the final bell had rung, Brian made his way out to a courtyard outside the school. He was going to meet his friend Rachel there to exchange some notes on stuff he had missed when he was out. As he waited there for her, he noticed several other senior guys waiting around awkwardly, holding what appeared to be rolled up signs, like the ones you’d see at a football game. Two of his classmates entered the courtyard, Jose and Meghan, and then it all started. An elaborate prom date proposal. One after another, Jose’s friends unfurled their signs. “Will”.“You”. “Go”… you get it. Finally, Jose unfurled his, which of course said “me”, and Meghan jumped for joy and gave him a big kiss. What a cute high school moment. But seeing that, Brian snapped. He got up and rushed out of the courtyard, trying not to cause a scene, though nobody was paying attention to him as he hurriedly walked out, face red like he was about to cry. Nobody but Jake. Brian speed walked out to his Jeep, threw his backpack in the back seat, and began balling. He had wanted to ask Jake to prom. And now, he didn’t know what he would do. His parents would never let him hear the end of it if he didn’t go. Should he find some girl to ask? Should he go stag? He didn’t think he could bear the thought of it. He closed his eyes and stayed in the driver’s seat, trying to pull himself together so he could drive home, but he needed some time to do that. The Jeep was parked in the far back corner of the school parking lot, which had mostly emptied out by now. Brian had been sitting there for a while, his mind swirling. He was startled when his passenger door was flung open. As he caught his breath, he saw Jake hopping up into the front seat. Brian wiped his eyes with the back of his wrist and tried to get himself together. He was completely shocked to see Jake. In his mind, he was sure he about to get yelled at, since Jake hadn’t had the chance to unleash his anger when he was first told what happened. That had been at least a week ago by now. As Jake closed the door behind him, he didn’t start talking, so Brian let out a very shy and confused sounding “Hi?” Jake didn’t respond right away; he just looked Brian in the eyes. Brian expected to see anger or hatred being directed towards him, so he was surprised when the look on Jake’s face could only really be described as… longing. He was even more surprised when Jake reached over, put his hand on the back of Brian’s head, and pulled him in for a kiss. *** That kiss felt like it lasted longer than any Brian had ever had; even his first. When it finally broke, Brian sat back, and through his still-teary eyes, he looked to Jake to explain. “I love you too” Jake exclaimed, his voice quivering as if tears might start flowing in the passenger seat as well. Brian’s heart fluttered for a second, but then his head sunk down and he stared at his knees. “No, Jake. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you, and I don’t want to hurt you.” Jake took Brian’s hand in his, and slowly repeated “I. Love. You.” “I was mad at you the other night, but ever since, all I could think about was how I didn’t want this to end” Jake continued. “Even with everything you told me. Not once did I want to break up. I thought I should, because, well…” “I cheated on you and, uh, am poz?” Brian interjected. “Yeah, but I never wanted to. It’s probably really stupid of me to fall this fast and hard for the first boy I’ve ever been with, especially at 18… but I don’t care. This feels right. You feel right.” Brian gulped in, gasping for air as Jake made him feel breathless, but his gut reaction was taking over. He wanted to protect Jake from himself. “You shouldn’t do this Jake. You deserve better than me. Like, how can you trust me now, and… I could get you infected too!” “Do you trust me?” “Of course.” “Then trust me.” Jake pulled Brian in again, but before he kissed him, he touched his hands to Brian’s soft cheeks and wiped away the tears. Then, the two boys locked lips and made out in the front seat for a couple minutes before Jake said “Oh, and will you go to prom with me?” Brian reached over and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. He hugged him tight, not wanting to let go. He whispered into Jake’s ear “If you’re sure, then of course. We can come out together.” “That was what I was thinking too.” The two sat together in silence, enjoying each other’s company, for a few minutes. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” Jake said, “but I really wish we could mess around right now. You are so fucking sexy to me right now.” Brian laughed. “You’re fucked up” he said playfully. “Yep” “Well, if you want, I could still get you off pretty safely.” Jake’s face lit up. “Fuck yeah.” Brian adjusted in the drivers seat so he could bring his face close to Jake’s cock, which he then rescued from his shorts as it quickly began to harden. He took it his mouth, and swirled his tongue around the tip as Jake exclaimed in pleasure and flung his head back into the headrest. He wasn’t the world’s most experienced cocksucker, but Brian went to work pleasuring his boyfriend. He wasn’t sure he’d have been horny in a moment like this if he were Jake, but he certainly wasn’t going to argue with him. Jake ran his fingers through Brian’s hair as his head bobbed up and down on his teenage dick. A few other students were still filing out of the school, so Jake tried to look as normal as he could, sitting in the passenger seat of Brian’s car, seemingly without Brian there. Luckily they were so far in the back, nobody would walk by, so he just avoided eye contact and hoped nobody would notice. But he didn’t really care if they did. Not long after Brian’s warm mouth first closed around Jake’s cock, he warned him softly “I’m going to cum.” They hadn’t gotten to this part together yet, but Brian didn’t let up. In fact, he quickened his pace and began working Jake’s cock with his hand as well as his mouth. “Oh fuckkkk!” Jake cried out as he bucked his hips up and erupted in to Brian’s mouth. He tried taking as much cum as he could, but couldn’t take it all. As he let Jake’s cock out of his mouth, another rope of cum spurt out all over Brian’s face. Brian swallowed the rest of the cum he had taken from Jake, and said with a cum-covered smile “I guess this means we’re back together. “ Jake pulled him in for another kiss, licking up some of his own cum from Brian’s chin before locking lips. “Yes it does. I love you man, and I can’t wait for the world to see us together at prom.” “Me too Jake, I love you too.”

CH2 Alec woke up in a bed he was not familiar with, freaking out he tossed the sheets off. The memories of what he had did the other day coming back. He actually let a HIV positive man not only fuck him, but also cum in him, like 3 times. And he also drank piss? The worst part about this is that a part of him, enjoyed this. He shook his head and gets up, walking out of the room, not realizing he was naked. He had to just leave, he couldn't risk catching a bug. The city boy was able to make it to the kitchen before he felt big strong arms wrap around him from behind. "Awww well look who we have here, a cute little doe has wandered onto our ranch." Alec blushes and looks back, this guy had to have been at least 6'8, 240 pounds of a mostly muscular dad bod, and had a big ol lumber jack beard. Alec tried to not get turned on but both the appearance of the man, his warmth, and the fact that he had probably just finished working outside due to his scent, it all just turned him on, his tiny little cock got rock hard. The man smirks and leans down, kissing Alec on the neck. "So you're the boy that Kanan brought in, said you were finding work? Well Im Giralt, the owner of this here ranch. And me and the other men have been a bit pent up, due to us not being able to fuck anyone we want due to our gifts. So, we needed to hire a cute little bug chaser such as yourself to be our little cumdump." Alec's eyes widen. "Y...you're all poz? Wait hold on, I'm not a bug chaser! I uh, it was just a misunderstanding." Giralt chuckles and spanks Alec's ass, causing him to yelp and then moan softly. "Really? Well you already have 3 of Kanan's toxic loads swimming in your stomach, as well as drinking 5 of them down your throat as well as his piss? You may have the cutsie and innocent exterior but deep down you're a bug chasing pig" Giralt then exposes his cock, it was somehow bigger than Kanan's. He lines it up with Alec's hole. Alec tried to escape Giralt's grasp, but couldn't. Giralt then penetrates him all the way, but doesn't start pounding? Giralt chuckles and then says. "I have the most potent load here, guranteed to make you poz. So until you're certain you're a bug chaser or not, I wont poz you. Just need to put my dick somewhere warm for a bit while I-" Alec then feels something warm inside of him, Giralt was pissing inside of him. His eyes widen from how weird it felt at first but then he began to moans as it filled him completely. Giralt pulls out and sticks a buttplug into Alec to keep it inside of him. Alec then drops to his knees, looking at the cock that was just in him. He gives it a lick. Giralt smirks and lets Alec lick it. "Oh so piss turns you on too? Well I guess the boys here would love not only a place to dump all their toxic cum but also a public urinal. You naughty little pig." Giralt then thrusts his cock into Alec's mouth, face fucking him. His balls slap against Alec's chin. After about 30 minutes of this, and nearly dislocating Alec's jaw, Giralt announced "Im about to cum. Where do you want this load?" Alec pants, his pig side taking over. He takes out the buttplug, emptying the piss out of him. "I...I want you to breed me..." Giralt chuckles evilly. "Mmmm, I could do that, turn you into a little poz slut right now. But, not today, not when the request comes from being horny in the moment. I want your sexy little ass, waking me up and begging for me to poz you up. It'll be much sweeter that way". Alec blushes and looks away. "But, I need something in my ass...I need it" Giralt chuckles. "Well, I could fuck you a little, but then pull out when Im about to cum" Alec nods quickly and spreads his legs. Giralt chuckles "You might be getting pretty close to being the perfect breeding pig, I might be able to poz you in the near future" Giralt then penetrates Alec's ass, pounding into him roughly. Alec starts losing his mind, moaning like crazy. The two men kiss deeply as Giralt's highly toxic rod buried itself deeper and deeper into Alec's guts. Giralt managed to hold on for an impressive amount of time in Alec's soft, tight, breeding bitch boy ass, about an hour, causing Alec to cum like crazy. He then says "Im gonna cum, better let me pull out or I might have to breed you." Alec then screams out. "Dont pull out! Im nearly cumming again!" He wraps his legs around Giralt. Giralt chuckles and smirks. "Okay then, looks like im gonna have to breed you then,,," He then thrusts even harder, with the sole intention to breed Alec with his toxic cum, making sure to try and cause some tearing inside so the virus could try to take in easier. He wraps his hands around Alec's neck, choking him as they bred together. And eventually, Giralt pumps a huge and sticky toxic load into Alec. Alec moans and looks up at Giralt. "M...more,,, Give me more poz cum,,," Giralt smirks and picks up Alec. "You're lucky that im the only one on the ranch right now boy, because that means I wont have to share you yet. We'll keep fucking some more." He then takes him to the bed room. Alec is lied on the bed, he looks up to Giralt. "So, what happens if your loads dont poz me?" He asks curiously. Giralt then chuckles. "Then I have a last solution if both my cum and the twins cum don't work. Don't worry your sweet little head, Im sure you'll enjoy it if we have to get to that point" Giralt then starts to finger Alec's ass, scraping the inside of it with his fingernails, then proceeding to fuck him again, kissing him on the cheek. "Good boy, you made the right decision coming here."

balls deep nut for me!

Depends on how we've been fucking up until where i'm about to shoot. If we've been fucking hard I will probably make a few deep, hard thrusts as i'm shooting. If it's been a more intimate session it might be a bit more of a 'one final thrust' then being mostly still as my load begins it's journey up inside him.

Hi guys. This is part 1 of a slowly evolving dirty fantasy that's rolling around my head. Let me know if you like it and there may be more to follow. The Club - Part 1: The First Entry Six years. Six fucking years with that… that ass hole. I did everything for him. I was the perfect little show husband, (although he never actually got round to putting the ring on my finger). I put up with his boring personality and the dwindling sex life. It wasn't great to begin with but it pretty much completely stopped about nine months ago, the same time he met that fucking seventeen year old twink with whom he’s shacked up. Bastard. As I finished off the vodka sat alone in my crappy studio apartment I decided I had had enough. Enough of sitting there feeling sorry for myself drinking my way to oblivion for the fifth night that week. I was twenty eight, had a pretty good body and was so fucking horny. I was tired of living like a fucking monk, so I put on my jeans that made my ass look great and my sluttiest t-shirt before heading out to the nearest gay club. It was a busy Saturday night and I think the bouncer could tell I had already had a fair bit to drink, but I just slipped him a couple of notes and he let me straight in. The club was hot and sweaty with a million bodies moving in time to the thump thump of the beat. I squeezed into the middle of the dance floor and let the beat take over me. I was getting a fair few looks from different hot guys, but I was in the zone until I saw him. Just for a second, between two other guys, across the room. He was tall, short black hair, deep green eyes. Our eyes met. Just for a fraction of a second, but I was hooked. I worked my way through the crowd desperately trying to get to him. He stood there staring at me, staring into me. I walked up to him. He was wearing tight black straight leg jeans and a light blue shirt, barely covering his rippling body. “Hey can I buy you a drink” I yelled over the pounding beat, gesturing to his nearly empty beer bottle. “Do you want to fuck?” he replied. “Uh, sorry?” “Do. You. Want. To. Fuck?" I paused for a second, he was pretty forward, but there was something about him, something I just couldn't resist. I smiled a nodded to him. He downed what was left in the bottle before setting it down on the table. Then he grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the downstairs bathroom. The bathroom was filthy. Graffiti all over the walls and the strong smell of stale piss, although the floor was covered in fresh piss. There were three stall, all in use with a queue of about four guys waiting to use them. Just as we walked in the stall at the far end came free. As the next guy tried to step into it, my guy pushed past him, dragging me in and locking the door. Before I could say a word he threw me against the wall and rammed his tongue down my throat. As I put my hands on his muscular body and tried to get a feel. He grabbed both my arms and pinned them to the wall behind me. With one hand he held both my arms by my wrists above my head. With the other hand he reached into my pants and grabbed me dick. He could feel I was already rock hard. He lifted up my t-shirt and pulled it over my head exposing my smooth chest. He kissed me all over my chest, and when he had my left nipple in his mouth he bit down hard. "Ouch!” “Don't make a fucking sound,” he barked. He pulled my trousers and underpants down to my ankles and forced me on to my knees. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans and unzipped the fly. Out fell a fat, thick, juicy, perfect, uncut eight and a half inch dick. “Well? Get to it,” he commanded. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. I opened my mouth and took his fat cock head into my mouth. Before I could react he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his entire dick in my mouth. I began choking and tried to pull away. “Fucking take it, take it all” he grunted. I managed to relax my throat and control my breathing. I started sucking on it as he started fucking my throat. As I was kneeling there in a large puddle of piss with his dick being forced down me I felt more alive than I had throughout the last six years combined. I didn't know anything about this guy, not even his name. But already I had his dick deep in my mouth and I was loving it. After couple more minutes of fucking my skull he pulled all the way out and I gasped for breath. He pushed his jeans down a little, unbuttoned his shirt and sat on the toilet seat. “You want it?” he said whilst looking to his rock hard cock covered in my spit. I moved over and positioned my ass over his fat dick. Then I noticed a strange tattoo on his chest, just above the nipple on his left peck. It was the number thirty two inside a circle, which was at the center of a bio hazard symbol. He caught me looking at it. “Yeah, I’m poz. You still want this?” I hadn't thought about this at all. All I knew was this was the best experience of my life and I didn't want it to stop,so I lowered myself down onto the tip of his cock. The tip parted my ass and poked inside. It hurt like fuck as my hole had not had any use in a long time so it was super tight. A sadistic smile crept across his face. Oh fuck I knew what was coming next but could do anything to stop it. He grabbed my shoulders and and yanked me all the way down on his cock. As his dick forced its way inside me I could feel my ass tearing. As I opened my mouth to let out a yelp of pain, he put his hand over my mouth, muttering “Don't say a fuckin' word.” I gritted my teeth and kept my mouth as tightly shut as I could, as he bounced me up and down on his fat dick. Each time it felt like it was going deeper and tearing my ass wider. It fucking hurt like hell but I was loved it. I was in pure ecstasy. I started bouncing faster and fasted. I could feel every ridge of his dick in my ass and it felt amazing. I wanted it harder, faster, deeper. He started pulling all the way out and forcing himself all the way back in again. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop me from crying out. I reached to grab my own dick, which was still rock hard. He slapped my hand away, snarling “Oh no, bitch. You're just a fucking slut. You don't get to wank.” He forced himself in faster and faster. Oh fuck, it felt amazing. His dick started ramming straight into my prostate. It felt like electricity was shooting through my body with every thrust. Just as I was about to explode he pushed me off of his cock, onto my knees where I ended-up kneeling in a puddle of piss. He grabbed his dick and gave himself a few swift tugs, and then ordered “Fucking open wide.” I opened my mouth and after a few quick strokes he fired all over the place. I managed to catch most of his sweet dirty seed in my mouth, but he came so much it splattered over my face, chest and in my hair. I swallowed all of his spunk instantly. “Clean it” he barked as I stared at his dick, covered in split, spunk and blood from my torn ass hole. I dutifully sucked it clean, taking every last inch into my mouth. Once I had cleaned his dick he quickly fastened up his shirt before pulling his jeans back up. “Unlock your phone and give it to me” he ordered. I complied. Snap, the flash went off and I worked out he had taken a picture of me. Covered in cum and kneeling on a piss soaked floor. “I sent it to myself, so you have my number” he said tossing my phone back to me “Give me a text sometime. I think my mates would really like you.” And as quick as that he was gone. I wasn’t poz yet, but I had taken my first step on my journey to joining the club.

Once I was getting a bj in glory hole the guy was so good then there was I guy rubbing my ass while I was getting a bj the put a poppers bottle under my nose and started lubing my hole it felt so great the guy started to push is bare cock in me it felt so good I push it back and stop everything and it’s the last time I refuse anything now I don’t refuse anything any guys i regret it so much

😍 Fucking hell on a stick this is savage! yesss

It’s pretty common, at least here in Florida. You have no idea how many tobaccco-chewing, pickup-driving, confederate flag-waving, Trump-voting white cracker boys I’ve skullfucked and abused while they’re on their knees slobbering all over my pierced Cuban dick like a $2 whore while I curse them out in Spanish until I blow my load down their throats or all over their faces while they cum in their jeans. These are many of the same guys who when they’re out together I hear call me a spic and tell me to speak English or go back where I came from, so I don’t understand what these supremacist whiteboys get out of the whole racial degradation thing but it’s a good outlet for my own sexual urges and definitely makes for some pretty hot sex. The flip side of it is when they’re not on their knees and out somewhere in a group these guys are a pain in the ass and definitely something to stay away from.

It should begin when the boy realizes that he needs to be penetrated. It's the most basic and important life skill for a homosexual. He should learn how to beg other boys for the privilege of having his mouth used as a substitute for a vagina.

They're called Devil's Dick and they're really no big deal. I've put them up bottom's asses and even put one up mine once. It's cold, but far from unbearable. And yes, freezing should kill any virus. But if the tops are undetectable there's very little risk to start with.