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Themes of incest, devil worship and forced compliance. The thumping music could be heard coming up the dim stairs, the stones shook with its steady thump. The street was dark, illuminated by the big neon sign that buzzed and flickered. "Biohazard- Men's Bar". Looking down at my phone, the screen lit up with a text from Andrew's Dad "Meet me at the club, got a meeting with the lads, will come find you after." The waft of weed blew from down the steps, Andrew smiled to himself, typical Dad. Stepping up to the bouncer at the top of the stairs, Andrew passed over his ID, trying his hardest to keep his eyes dead ahead. Not meeting the gaze of the bearded giant who loomed over him. "John's son?" His eyes lit up in recognition. "John never mentioned his son was a cute lil fag boy" He growled, exhaling steam on the cold night. The bouncer groped Andrews arse as he pushed him past and to the top of the stairs. Andrew taking a deep breath began to descend. The smell of weed and chems only got stronger as he made his way down, the heat rolled off the air with the stench of piss and sweat. Andrews cock twitched in his jock, he had never been to his Dad's favourite club. Of course he'd been invited, but he always held back, he heard stories of younger guys like him coming away pretty roughed up. He was 20, and still a little nervous twink, blond hair and a slight frame. He was coming into his facial hair, and only had a small amount on his chest and arse. The ripe smell of sweaty men overwhelmed him at the bottom of the stairs as he looked over a crowded bar dimly lit. The scent of weed and large clouds of white smoke filled the place. Barechested men, stood around, drinking chatting, playing pool. A few stood around the edges of the room, in the darker corners, watching. Andrew felt more than a few eyes rest on him as he made his way to the bar. "Hey I'm looking for John? He's my dad he said to meet him here?" Andrew addressed the near naked bartender, he wore a harness that attached to a cock ring. The thick shaft hung there, swaying, a thick prince albert piercing adorned the fat head of his cock. "He's in the back right now, how bout I fix you a drink in the mean time and you can wait at the bar", the barman winked at Andrew, his heavy cock swinging as he turned his back to show his hairy arse and a biohazard tattoo in the centre of his back. Andrew wasn't an idiot, he knew that this bar, and his dad, were all into sharing their strain. Andrew's dad had even spoken to him about it, asking him if he wanted to covert at some point, Andrew had responded non-committaly and they had left it there. It played on his mind, as he sat waiting for his drink. The guy to the left of Andrew, a large, heavy set man with a thick beard was toking from a pipe, thick clouds of white blowing from his mouth. He was sat at the bar in a pair of leather padded jeans and nothing else, his strong chest was dripping in sweat as he side eyed Andrew at the bar. "Hey, barman, get this boy a special, on me" The bearded man toking on the pipe slapped down a 20 on the bar top. "Will do", the barman reached back, cashed in the 20. Then turned his back to Andrew to mix the 'special' "Spitting image of John, you are, guessin' your his own son!" The bearded man turned, washing Andrew in a cloud of chemical smelling smoke. Andrew gulped as he took in the man in front of him. Sat on the bar stool, a barrel chest covered in fur and sweat, his chest adorned with tattoo "Born 2 Poz". A large biohazard tattoo decorated the shaft of his cock, which hung heavy from the fly of his trousers, a series of barbells glinted from underside the shaft and a heavy thick Prince Albert pierced the head. "Umm.. yes sir, I'm Johns' son. Never been here before in my life", Andrew replied. "Pretty lil' fag boi's like you belong down here, where real men like me can admire you" The man responded, blowing another cloud and flexing his arm. The large bicep tensed and Andrew stared into the hairy sweaty pit, the smell was intoxicating only from a foot away. Andrew felt his cock get hard in his jeans, as the barman passed him his drink. "Drink up, I'll let your daddy know that his fag son is here." The barman said as he began walking towards the end of the bar. Andrew eyed the drink, it looked like lemonade, breaking his gaze from the alpha sat across from him, he took a big gulp from the drink as he composed himself. "Ah ah, fag" The bearded man said as he reached over and forced the glass up, making Andrew drain the whole glass. Andrew felt flushed as he put the glass down on the bar top with a clink, feeling his face get hot, as again another cloud of white smoke engulfed the two men sat at the bar. Andrew could still feel the eyes of the other men in the bar boring holes into his back as he finished the drink. "Now the best way to enjoy a good drink like that, is to toke on one of these" The bearded alpha proffered the glass pipe to Andrew. "What is it?" Andrew asked. "I think you already know fag, now smoke the devil's poz cock" Andrew tentatively wrapped his lips around the pipe, his head beginning to swim from the G he had just drunk. The lighter sparked and taking a deep breath, Andrews lungs filled with Tina. Exhaling a large white cloud, Andrew swayed, falling from the barstool and into the lap of the Alpha male in front of him. His face pressed against the pierced cock, as he felt the wave of tina wash over him. His vision blurred as he saw the sinister biohazard symbol on the massive cock infront of him, as he felt a strong pair of hands push him back up and sling him over a rough shoulder. Andrew attempted to struggle but to no avail, the combination of G and T in his body had made him limp, all that came out of his mouth were guttural moans as the man walked him away from the bar into a dark passageway off the side of the room.

"Hey Stephen how are you doing?" I say walking into my girlfriends apartment. We're pretty new but with her crazy work schedule and the uncertainty of traffic her roommates were ok with her giving me a key so I could hang out and wait for her. "I'm good, a light day at the office and an exciting weekend planned ahead", he smiled as he changed the channel and dipped his hand into a bowl of snacks. "Oh? What's going on this weekend?" I asked as I entered my girlfriends room to drop my weekend bag off. "Cory's birthday party is this weekend!" "OH that's right! Shoot I wonder if Katie remembered." "You're cute", he laughed, "you guys don't need to get him anything, though it wouldn't hurt if you'd treat this more like home and walk around shirtless once in a while." "Funny, though I'm sure Katie wouldn't mind either." I said brushing it off. "You guys should just hang out tomorrow, drinks, music, games. The usual, but with more people." "Sounds fun, but I don't know Katie's schedule. But I'm sure we'll join." I went into the room and laid down on the bed. I spend the weekends here, there's always an event of some kind. I don't mind, and their friends are fun. Flirting never hurt and Katie thinks it's funny. The events never lead to anything much, just lots of drinking and on the rare occasion a guy will join the couple, Stephen and Cory, in their bedroom next door. I've never done anything with a guy, the idea of it is rather odd to me, and as much fun as they sound like they have beyond the wall, it's not my cup of tea. Katie came home late, like usual and we spent the evening after dinner watching Netflix and sex to tire us out before passing out in bed. She gets really wet and to avoid making a mess we have a collection of towels to lay down, and we mix things up with a bag of toys we keep under the bed, a few vibrators, a dildo etc. The next morning the party started early, Cory and Stephen were in the kitchen mixing mimosas and made Katie and I one. We joined them and wished Cory a happy birthday as we started the music and let the drinks flow. With a lack of breakfast I was starting to feel the booze, and Katie fearing she would be called into work kept handing her drinks to me. Guy after guy trickled into the party, bringing more booze, food, and energy. I was really feeling the drinks and could barely keep their names straight. Katie ran off on her phone. "There she goes" I thought. She came up and apologized for having to go into work and told me to have fun, and told Stephen to "protect me". They laughed it off and she ran out the door. The day went on and I was a bit more than tipsy, I went to the fridge to grab a water bottle and there were a new collection of little bottles on the door. I picked one up "Jungle Juice Platinum" it read. A guy walked up behind me and pinched my ass. "Starting early today huh?" he said reaching around to my cock and the other grabbing the bottle. I stuck my ass out to avoid his hand on my dick and my ass came into contact with his groin. "Oh! Uh I don't know what this stuff is and uh no thanks haha" I said turning and backing up. "You've never done poppers?! he exclaimed. Stephen heard that and "came to the rescue". He took the guy by the shoulders and walked him out of the kitchen and came back. "Hey sorry about that we can get a little frisky when alcohol is involved. I see you found some fun stuff there." "Uh yeah I guess what is it?" I asked still holding the little bottle. "They're called poppers, they just kind of make you enjoy sex more. Take it! give it a shot, might spice things up." I grabbed a water bottle and the "poppers" as he said and went to the bedroom, placing the poppers on the night stand for tonight. I looked up how to take them and it seemed simple enough, it also said "relaxes soft tissues, as in the muscles surrounding the anus". "Huh.. that's why they must like it then," I thought. I started watching porn on my phone and got curious, the girls seem to enjoy anal sex, and of course the gay guys like it. I wonder what it feels like, I reached under the bed and grabbed the toys. I got on my hands and knees and lubed up the toy, with the phone resting against the pillow, I slowly pressed the small toy into my ass. It felt very weird, and my body pushed it right back out. "Oh yeah, the poppers should make this better". I opened the bottle and as instructed put it under my nose to inhale. It made me cough, but almost immediately I was light headed. I pushed the toy in and it started to feel good. I think I can handle the bigger one. I reached into the bag and got the bigger dildo, it's just slightly bigger than myself so about 7 inches but thicker. with a bit of lube my ass took the entire toy. I was shocked. It felt good, but hard and a bit rough. I took a hit of more poppers and let it rest inside me. "This is much better than the bathroom!" I hear from behind me. "Holy shit!" I flipped over on my back, the toy shooting out of my ass and landing at the foot of a tall tattooed clean cut guy. "No, no, you're clearly enjoying it. Continue." he said handing me the toy. "Flip back around" My eyes darted to the door, it was shut and locked. "Continue..." he repeated, "let me help". He grabbed my legs and turned me over, grabbed my ass and pulled me up onto all fours. He took the toy, spit on it and pushed it in and out of me. It felt amazing, I reached out for the poppers and he laughed, "oh you really want to have fun, take 1 hit per nostril you slut." "Oh fuck" I said out loud, I had never been treated this way with girls and it was really dirty. I took the hits of poppers and as I did he took the toy out and put a bigger one in, AMAZING. It felt so good, it was getting so deep. He grabbed my wrists and put them on my lower back, and that's when I felt it. His hips rammed against my ass, his balls knocking into mine. He moaned and quickened his pace. I had never felt anything like it, my head was spinning, my cock was soft but I was hornier than ever. He took the poppers and poured some on my underwear and shoved it in my mouth. My head was throbbing, ass was throbbing, cock was throbbing. He ripped the underwear out of my mouth and pulled my hair. "Where am I going to cum bitch." "I don't care" I managed to say in my haze. "That's a good slut" he said as he thrust hard into my ass and yelled as he released into me. He put his shirt back on and there was a knocking on the door. FUCK FUCK FUCK! I immediately came to my senses. He just let the whole party know what was going on in here. I scrabbled and tried to put clothes on but he opened the door. The whole party was trying to look in the door. Poppers and toys all over the bed, and his cock still dripping cum. He grabbed his shorts and walked out, "great party Cory, he's all yours boys," he said as he left the party. They all stood there, half of them mouths agape. Stephen pushed through the crowd, and shut the door. "You ok?" he asked sitting next to me on the bed. "Yeah, just worried about what Katie will say" "We can keep it a secret if you want, from her." he said as he rubbed my back. "Yes please." "Looks like you enjoyed it" he said wrapping his hand around my hard dick. "I actually enjoyed it a lot more than I ever imagined, but what does that mean now" "It doesn't have to mean anything, you clearly love women. you just happen to have fun with cocks. Word will spread through our group of friends, Thomas brags about all the guys he converts. "Converts? from straight to gay?" "Haha no, you're cute. He's Poz, although it looks like he might have succeeded in that too. It's not for sure, but you better go to the doctor to be safe. We'll be having a lot more fun."

Went to the Den LA party Friday (7/9/21) night at Sanctuary Studios in Los Angeles, which was billed as an open bar jock/underwear party with hundreds of men. What an incredible evening! The party went from 9:00 pm to 3:00 am, and included an open bar, a dance floor and access to 4 dungeon themed sex rooms. Too many incredible experiences to detail in one post, but here is an executive summary (all of which occurred in public play areas where others could watch/listen/participate): (i) 19 different men fucked my ass, (ii) 6 of those 19 men seeded me with their warm, sticky load (thank you boys), (iii) I sucked 15-20 (lost count) different cocks and (iv) one guy fisted me on a large fuck bench. Unfortunately, I missed my first triple-double by just 4 loads (guess I will need to keep working at it!). There are several highlights from the night, but the one I thought I would share in this post was my BIG dick beat down by Mack. About two hours into the party, I found myself on my hands and knees (in my leather jock strap) with my ass in the air (pre-lubed with 2 loads from earlier patrons) waiting for the next jockey to mount this piggy bottom and take me for a ride. That’s when a huge bear of a man (at least 230 pounds of solid, rock hard muscle) came from behind me, placed his hands on my ass and said with a deep, stern voice, “Keep your ass up high, and don’t run from my cock.” To which I replied, “I’m not running from anyone’s cock tonight!” (I consider myself a power bottom, having years of big dildo training - see my profile picture). This brick house of a man then placed his big, thick cock head against my hole and pressed forward. My sphincter opened, and then opened some more and then stretched to its limit as Mack’s fat tool (the thickness of a soda can) plowed into me and bottomed out. I could feelhis big, heavy balls come to rest against mine as the last few inches of his cock settled in and my hole gripped its base. He growled into my ear at the end of that initial thrust, “Good boy, you took all of Daddy’s cock.” That shit was SO HOT!!! I totally went with it, and thereafter begged him aloud to “fuck me with Daddy’s big dick.” He literally fuckedthe breath out of me with every powerful thrust, and the more I begged for “Daddy’s cock,” the harder he would give it to me. He drilled me like that for atleast 15 minutes, and it was a show stopper. We hadhoards of men standing around us (the room was now packed and we were both a mess of dripping sweat with the now sauna like conditions), many stroking their cocks to the live show just inches away, and several of them offering their own commentary, like “yeah, fuck him deep” and “load him up, load him up!” All of this stimulation proved to be too much for my Bear/Bull to withstand, as hegrabbed my hips with his powerful hands and slammed his throbbing cock one last time all the way in and held it their as he pumped a massive load ofwarm cum deep into my bowels. After we stood up, I asked him his name and he relied, “Mack.” I toldhim that his name was fitting, as I felt like I had just been run over by a Mack truck. I went on to fuck and suck as much cock as I could for a few more hours until the place was almost empty and the party organizers told me (and the other remaining stragglers), that the party was over and it was time to go home. I had several other encounters thatnight, and love to share my naughty adventures. If you want to hear more, just let me know and I canrecount some of those here as well…

Hey Guys All rights reserved. Screenplay in development. Soon to be a major motion picture! LOL! 🤪😜 Enjoy! This Can't Be Good “This CAN’T be good,” Michael thought to himself after he listened to the voicemail from his dad. The foreboding tone in his voice was something Michael knew all too well. His dad called to tell him he was flying down to LA at the end of the week. He had something very important he wanted to talk to him about. The last time his dad had something “very important to talk to him about” was during high school. He caught him stealing his car to drive across town and get fucked by guys at the local for-profit career college. Dad threatened to disown him if he ever pulled a stunt like that again. After graduating from USC, Dad had been paying the rent on his WeHo apartment. If he cut him off, he was toast. “This can't… be good,” Michael repeated to himself. It had been about a month since he’d visited his dad at his cabin in Northern California. The cell signal there sucked, making his smartphone practically useless. To get online, he used his dad's desktop computer while he was out fishing to watch porn and upload a pozzing video to his OnlyFans page. He knew what happened. He’d forgotten to delete his browser history before he headed back home to LA. His dad must have noticed and gone through it. The jig was up. Michael was a dedicated, but so-far unsuccessful, bug chaser. Now well into the second year of his quest, he’d become increasingly frustrated. Recently, he’d started posting videos to his OnlyFans account showing him taking toxic loads from his high-viral fuck buddies. The videos had become quite popular, earning him much-needed extra income from subscription fees. Now that coin was in peril. Over and over he thought, “this just can't be good.” For the next three days Michael agonized over how he was going to explain his OnlyFans content to his dad. No doubt by now he’d seen all his online sexual exploits, fueled by an ever-growing obsession to convert. All the bug chasing videos, all the photos of POZ men, and all the images of biohazard tattoos. “What the hell am I going to tell him?” he kept asking himself. This was something he couldn't just brush off as a fluke. The following Friday afternoon Michael picked his dad up at LAX. The drive to his hotel was awkwardly silent. After check-in, they both went up to the room. Sitting side by side on the bed, the time had come for THE conversation. “So, what’s up?” Michael asked, his voice trembling slightly. He was trying his best to remain nonchalant. “Son,” his dad said. “I wanted to come down here because there's something I needed to talk to you about in person. And I didn't want to just do it over the phone. I found…..” Shit. His dad was speaking in that same tone as when he busted him for stealing his car. Any chance of appearing nonchalant was now gone. “Dad!” Michael blurted out, interrupting him, “I was just doing it to earn some extra cash! You see… you can really make great money on OnlyFans if you post funny videos. And… and those videos were just a joke. You know my dark humor!” As he rambled, trying to piece together a plausible explanation, Michael felt a wave of cold sweat washing over his body and seeping through his t-shirt. His dad just sat there, staring at him. Then a puzzled look came over his face. “What's OnlyFans?” his dad asked. “Oh wait!” Michael quickly responded trying to play it off. “Never mind… I was just confused. Never mind!” A wave of sweet relief quickly replaced the layer of cold sweat that had accumulated all over his body since they left the airport. “I'm sorry… so what were you trying to tell me?” he said, regaining his composure. His dad let out a long sigh. “Son, I need to tell you that I tested HIV positive,” his voice filled with guilt and regret. Upon hearing his dad’s confession, the relief Michael was enjoying was quickly replaced by utter shock. Totally blindsided. It was like a bucket of ice had been dumped on his head. “You WHAT?” he blurted out. “You??? Tested. POZ???” Michael could feel his blood pressure rising. The ice water dump had now grown into a tsunami of utter confusion and pure envy, crashing down around him. “Your test was POZ… for, for HIV?? Are you sure it’s not COVID? What the fuck?” Michael’s voice was now trembling. “The test was confirmed, son. I tried my best to be careful. I’m still processing this myself. But I promise you nothing is going to change.” How could this happen? Michael asked himself. All he could think about was the last two years he spent, desperately trying to get pozzed up. The dozens of disappointing hook ups with men claiming to be off meds. All the out-of-town flights to meet up with notorious gifters. All that effort, only to be met with more negative blood test results. No one NEEDED to become POZ more than him. His life would never be complete until he was part of that illusive POZ brotherhood. And now THIS? His own Dad, a reluctant and closeted bisexual, just waltzes in and gets knocked up before him! The rush of envy quickly erupted into a burning dumpster of jealousy. How could life be so cruel and…. unfair?? “Don’t worry, Son,” his dad replied, sliding over closer, trying to console him. “HIV isn’t a death sentence anymore. You’d be surprised how many HIV positive guys are living normal lives. Everything will be fine.” Michael stood up, still gob smacked by this news. He turned to his dad and continued his tirade. “Oh, believe me, I KNOW how many guys are POZ these days. Obviously, EVERYONE is but me!” “I’ve got a great doctor. He’s a specialist!” his dad continued, in a feeble effort to console his son. “He’s going to prescribe the latest breakthrough HIV med….” “Meds?” Michael responded. Before he could even finish saying it, that word changed everything. “No, Dad! Don’t start meds!” Now Michael’s dad was more confused than ever. “Why not?” he replied. Michael’s jealousy was now replaced by overwhelming horniness. He knew this was finally his chance. “Dad…Now I’ve got something important I need to tell you.” he announced. His dad couldn’t help but notice the raging boner now bulging through his son’s shorts. Yes, son?” he asked, cracking a nervous grin. Pulling off his shirt, Michael replied, “We need to fuck. Right now. We need to fuck!”

Went to the Den LA party Friday (7/9/21) night at Sanctuary Studios in Los Angeles, which was billed as an open bar jock/underwear party with hundreds of men. What an incredible evening! The party went from 9:00 pm to 3:00 am, and included an open bar, a dance floor and access to 4 dungeon themed sex rooms. Too many incredible experiences to detail in one post, but here is an executive summary (all of which occurred in public play areas where others could watch/listen/participate): (i) 19 different men fucked my ass, (ii) 6 of those 19 men seeded me with their warm, sticky load (thank you boys), (iii) I sucked 15-20 (lost count) different cocks and (iv) one guy fisted me on a large fuck bench. Unfortunately, I missed my first triple-double by just 4 loads (guess I will need to keep working at it!). There are several highlights from the night, but the one I thought I would share in this post was my BIG dick beat down by Mack. About two hours into the party, I found myself on my hands and knees (in my leather jock strap) with my ass in the air (pre-lubed with 2 loads from earlier patrons) waiting for the next jockey to mount this piggy bottom and take me for a ride. That’s when a huge bear of a man (at least 230 pounds of solid, rock hard muscle) came from behind me, placed his hands on my ass and said with a deep, stern voice, “Keep your ass up high, and don’t run from my cock.” To which I replied, “I’m not running from anyone’s cock tonight!” (I consider myself a power bottom, having years of big dildo training - see my profile picture). This brick house of a man then placed his big, thick cock head against my hole and pressed forward. My sphincter opened, and then opened some more and then stretched to its limit as Mack’s fat tool (the thickness of a soda can) plowed into me and bottomed out. I could feel his big, heavy balls come to rest against mine as the last few inches of his cock settled in and my hole gripped its base. He growled into my ear at the end of that initial thrust, “Good boy, you took all of Daddy’s cock.” That shit was SO HOT!!! I totally went with it, and thereafter begged him aloud to “fuck me with Daddy’s big dick.” He literally fucked the breath out of me with every powerful thrust, and the more I begged for “Daddy’s cock,” the harder he would give it to me. He drilled me like that for at least 15 minutes, and it was a show stopper. We had hoards of men standing around us (the room was now packed and we were both a mess of dripping sweat with the now sauna like conditions), many stroking their cocks to the live show just inches away, and several of them offering their own commentary, like “yeah, fuck him deep” and “load him up, load him up!” All of this stimulation proved to be too much for my Bear/Bull to withstand, as he grabbed my hips with his powerful hands and slammed his throbbing cock one last time all the way in and held it their as he pumped a massive load of warm cum deep into my bowels. After we stood up, I asked him his name and he relied, “Mack.” I told him that his name was fitting, as I felt like I had just been run over by a Mack truck. I went on to fuck and suck as much cock as I could for a few more hours until the place was almost empty and the party organizers told me (and the other remaining stragglers), that the party was over and it was time to go home. I had several other encounters that night, and love to share my naughty adventures. If you want to hear more, just let me know and I can recount some of those here as well…

My day of being a slutty cumdump faggot. One of my buddies said he and his flat mate (both tops) we looking for a faggot. I arrived I was told to put a hood on so I could not see the flat mate They used both holes, spit roasting me, tag teaming me then they decided they wanted to double fucked me I had no choice, Amyl was held under my nose til I was begging to be used it hurt at first but then my hole relaxed and I was taking their cocks easily They shot their loads in me I was told to get out. I got in my car switched on scruff and saw a old buddy online and close. Msg him and in 10 minutes I was being pounded taking my third load. As I left his place I saw I had a msg on scruff from a guy who was at a local beat (beat=cruising location) he said come to the beat he will breed me. I got there it was busy an old shed that was fenced off but a hole in the fence around the back, I went in there were guys cruising around I found an old chair and bent over showed my ass the first guy fingered my ass and said how many loads? I said 3 he said your hole is so loose I felt his fingers digging into my hole his sharp fingernails hurt, he slid his cock in and was fucking me other guys stood around, then one after the other they all fucked n bred me, no idea what they looked like. I was just a slutty cumdump faggot to them As I walked to my car cum was leaking down my legs! I got to my car and put a butt plug in! I jumped in my car and headed home. A regular buddy msg me I told him I had 7 loads in me. He offered a 8th I arrived at his place, he felt my ass and noticed the butt plug, he pulled it out and cum leaked down my legs So I took 8Loads today 4 from guys strangers, I have no idea of their status. I am a negative faggot not on prep, no load refused, Poz viral men in Melbourne Australia needed to convert me.

My phone buzzed, an email from the Poz top, "Well?!" was all it said. My boy came back from the bathroom, wearing shortish shorts and a tank top, chastity device tucked away in his pocket. "How's it feel to be 'free'?" I asked. "Honestly, good. but a little weird, what am I doing with it off?" "I thought of a new rule. Do you know where we are?" "Of course I do, my girlfriend lives down the street from this bar." "Yep, text her. You haven't cum in a while and the new rule is you may only have sex with her while my cum is deep inside you" "Oh!" "What do you think?" He smiled, "that's a good rule." We sat and drank, lots of people were around us but we chatted like any couple would, just getting to know one another and enjoying the company. When I would ask kinky questions or reference our wild nights I could see the unease in his body language but he would answer. His phone buzzed, and he looked up to me. "She said it was a nice surprise I'm so close by... Should I go?" "Yes on a few conditions. 1. You kiss me goodbye right here in this bar like you mean it. 2. If you cum tonight, leave when you're done and come back to this bar. If you fake your orgasm, have her lock up your cock and tell her you have been masturbating too much, stay the night with her and I'll see you tomorrow." He came over to my side of the table and kissed me deep, I'll admit he put a lot of passion into it. My cock sprang up, and I placed his hand on my cock through my jeans, to my surprise he moaned into my mouth as he pulled away. He said deal, and I watched his perfect ass walk away from me in the bar. I tried to take my mind off what he was doing with his girlfriend by jumping on the dance floor, wishing the Twink that came up to me was my boy. A few drinks later I was crazy horny, wanting my boy, but he never showed after last call. I smiled, he must have faked his orgasm, his cum is mine. I pulled out my phone, opened my email and answered the Poz top. "Nothing yet Sir. but with how much you pumped into my ass I'm sure it will take." I walked to my car, partly sad my boy wasn't with me but also happy knowing he faked his orgasm and will be locked up the next time I see him. As I started my car, my phone buzzed again. "If you're not with the boy tonight, you should come get a second dose" Fuck, I thought. I wasn't planning on getting fucked tonight but I do want to make this boy mine. "On my way" I sent back. I showed up to the guys house, knocked on the door and he told me to come in. "Get on your hands and knees, your saliva will be our lube tonight, just keep that in mind." I did as I was told, his cock wasn't dirty but he definitely didn't shower before I came over. He's about my size, but where I have a bit more girth, he has in length. His cum will be real deep inside me. I made a mess of this blow job, spit everywhere. I need a lot of lube, I'm not usually a bottom. He stopped me at one point and says. "Thats enough, I hope you lubed me up enough... for your asses sake." He turned me around and pressed his cock up against my hole. Poppers showed up underneath my nostril, I took a hit and in one, slow, push he entered my ass. It wasn't enough lube, but I had a feeling that was the point. He kept me peppered up and gave me hits at all the right times, just as my hole ached and begged to be done. He sped up all of a sudden and grunted loudly as he released into my burning hole. "If that doesn't do the trick, I'll invite some friends over" He brought out a sharpie, and drew a crude biohazard symbol just above my cock, "Let me know what your boy thinks of this symbol" I got back to my car, a text message awaited me. "Goodnight Sir, I didn't cum, and your cock is locked up for you"

At the fishing lake last night, I got fucked by a white haired fat guy with beer can cock. He looked just like any other married 50 something guy around these parts- jeans, tshirt, belly protruding out like he was 6 months pregnant, wearing a camo hat. He also had a nice push broom moustache, and that was the icing on the cake. He was really aggressive, and fucked me hard for at least 10 minutes, all the while referring to me as a good bitch/whore who was going to get his creampie. I was loving it, and was jerking my cock the whole time, cumming when he nutted in my ass. He quickly pulled out, and wiped his cock with my underwear....lol Nice touch I thought. He did slide a few fingers in and outta my cummy hole afterwards, and said 'nice pussy, thanks' before he got up and left.

While out on a bike ride a couple of days ago, I stopped by one of my town's bookstores as there were quite a few cars in the lot. Within maybe 5 minutes, I was sucking the dick of this cute college-aged guy wearing a t-shirt of our local university. I had my pants down around my ankles, no underwear (as usual), and my ass was still kind of sweaty from the bike ride. As I was sucking, hands grabbed my hips from behind and something hard pressed against my hole. I just kept sucking, didn't even look back to see who it was, and felt my hole open as a completely anonymous dick slid in - no lube, just the sweat from the ride and the heat of the back room. The guy I was sucking grabbed the back of my head to encourage me to keep working his dick, and I heard a third voice from off to the side say "Yeah, fuck his white pussy. Breed him." The guy fucking me lasted maybe two minutes before he shoved all the way in, and I heard him grunting out an "Oh fuck" as he unloaded into me. As soon as he pulled out, the other voice said "Now that you got some lube in there..." before I felt another dick slipping into me. I could feel something extra hard at first, and realized this second cock was pierced. This guy also grabbed onto my hips and fucked hard, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to the hilt. The college boy I was sucking started thrusting hard into my mouth, gagging me on his dick, and it wasn't long before I felt his salty load blasting over my tongue just as the guy fucking me said "Yeah, take this load, fag" and started pumping his own cum into me. He pulled out, slapped my ass, and said "That's good pussy." I pulled off the college boy's dick and started to reach for my pants. College boy grabbed my arm and said "I got another load in me", moved behind me, and shoved his dick into my now very cummy hole. He fucked me for a couple of minutes, saying nothing, but I could hear him grunting and his breath getting faster and more shallow until he let out a loud moan as he coated my insides with his seed. He pulled out, and I could hear him zipping up his pants. "Slut," he said, but there was no malice in it - more like a gentle teasing - and then I saw his shadow leave the booth. It took maybe 15 minutes from start to finish, but it made the unplanned stop very much worth it.

Thank fuck groups are back, I sure as hell missed them. I had a group fuck at my place last Saturday; there were 9 of us, including my boy, Drew. We all knew each other from previous times but not met in well over a year. We all stripped - man is was hot to see a room full of hard men. Three men lay face down side by side on the bed and were mounted. I got real hard watching three tops fucking their subs. The smell of sweat and fucking was awesome. Me and the two other men got behind the tops and we buried our faces in their asses. From there we spent a couple of hours swapping roles until we all were ready to cum. We decided the youngest would be seeded, Drew. One by one we fucked Drew and seeded his asshole. I went last. The kid was fukkin full of cum. In bed later that night I spooned him and shoved my hard cock back inside him as he fell asleep.

This site has taught me so much I didn't know about cruising. Thanks everybody here, even the fiction. I went to my local St Louis Club on July 5 Holiday, after returning from a trip. No available rooms again, just lockers. I hung out in the dik pit. Sucked 5 BBC butt couldn't make any of them cum, never did see them cum, and I watched other dudes try to get'em off. Swallowed a few senior citizen loads, and one guy who had the coolest tatts and ZZtop beard. Got to get fucked in my favo postion= the fuck bench with a few hung wankers watching, one dude had a PA and the hardest cok I've seen. 3 men shot loads in me, all had huge dicks. Love when my blood and your cum are mixing in my cumhole. It is the best lube. I was in a room with 5 guys, got fucked by BBC, and 2 dudes gave me a cum bath. Finally in the pit, blew my toxic load down its throat, I sang like Pavarotti. Seems like more people have access to Viagra, they never lost their erections. I was using the Melanotan II. Young men continued to tell me they are not interested in me, which can be a mindfuck. 2 people told me "I look good for my age." =Thanks, I work hard at looking good everyday. I'm a sex addict who isn't going to hang it up soon. I am making up for a year of celibacy now. I practiced using a mantra for hot sex and it worked that night. I asked the clerk, Addie, what was the busiest night of the year so far, and she said tonight as far as she knew. I have been going to ClubStL since I turned 18. It has always been a beautiful facility with the rudest people/behavior I've seen in a bathhouse. Dudes keep clothes on now too, used to be no women, and patrons had to wear the towel. Many men were on the phone in the dark room, some were laughing and chatting- killing the mood for everybody. A beautiful pool outside with nice outdoor furniture, a great place to be on the phone. Every one has to show Identification every time for admittance. I heard a drama queen make the clerks job very difficult because of the ID rule. Gay men can be so cruel to one another, when we should be just showing the love, leave the hating outside. I have learned not to respond to hateful comments. I don't try to make clever come backs anymore. I'm really not that funny. I just walk away. Rules are changing quickly though. Thanks for reading this.

My bud will be in Orlando this Tuesday afternoon and evening and Wednesday morning taking all loads even with other add on std's. Bring your dicks, loads, well hydrated piss and std's and be prepared to share. Don't be shy could be a group situation so be ready to play well with others. If you can't get me here try BBRT. Hardydik is my screen name.

Daily / hourly when at home, edging but not cumming save that for a hole or throat !

I'm 36 years old. I've been in the closet bi since I was a teenager really. I've always had girlfriends and most were long term. Im Fairly good looking. Average build. I've always been pretty shy on the outside, but deep down inside I've always been a complete freak. Women always raved about my performance but they've always bored me. I've always had fantasies about being a bottom and getting fucked by all kinds of cocks and dominated by men. I started wearing panties when I was about 13. I loved the way it made my little ass look rounder and more defined. When masthbating I always imagined being the girl. I never had the balls to tell anyone or live out my sexual desire to be a bottom slut...to be continued I turned the hot water on and let the bathroom steam up a little bit while I undressed. I applied the nair to my entire body. I felt so hot and sexy as i rubbed it on my skin. The smell was putrid and it burned a bit but the though of being a completely smooth spun little sissy was all that mattered. After a few mins I wiped it off with a washcloth then jumped in the shower to get the rest off. I could see my hair going down the drain in clumps. I kept rubbing my smooth body. I'd never felt anything like this. Every part of my body was so sensitive. I rinsed off , applied some lotion. As in was putting the lotion on my ass I ran a finger down my crack and my asshole quivered at the feeling. Again my fingers couldn't stay out. Man I need some dick bad I thought to myself. I picked up my phone and took a few sexy pics for my adam4adam profile. My headline read "spun sissy for you". Before I knew it I was chatting with a guy named Mark who was a few miles away. He was also into pnp, a top, and liked boys in panties. I kept my little booty shorts on, and wore a small tank top. I made sure to pinch my nipples so they poked thru my shirt. While looking for sexy underwear in my friends drawer I came across some fishnets. Normally I wouldnt wear someone else's stockings but I couldn't resist the urge. All that mattered was looking and feeling as sexy as I felt. They felt amazing on my legs. I looked at myself in the mirror on my way back downstairs . I looked hot and I was certainly ready do devour Mark's cock. A few mins later Mark knocked on the door. I nervously opened it and smile. Hi Mark I'm Sunny. He looked me up and down and smirked devilishly. "Oh you are perfect" he said. This just made me melt. Bit my bottom lip and stuck my round little ass out a bit. He wasted no time and grabbed me in embrace. His hand went right to my ass and his tounge went down my throat. I melted in his arms. I had a few big lines thrown out on a plate to get things going. I offered him one and he obliged. He asked me if I ever did a line off someone's cock before. I told him I haven't but that it sounds fun. He pulled his semi hard 8 inch cock out and sat down on the couch. He had a little glass straw he loaded a big pile into. He laid down and carefully lined it up on his dick. I wasted no time and sniffed it all up. He asked me if I wanted a booty bump. I told him about the night before and how it led to this meetup and how it was my new favorite way to get high. He smiled and grabbed my hand and put it on his cock. "Put it in your mouth honey, make me feel good and I'll make make you feel so good. ". I did as he told me and slid his semi hard cock into my mouth. I licked all up and down his shaft, cleaning up the meth residue injustice snorted off him. I was so full of lust. I worked his shaft and balls like it was my job. I could feel his cock grow in my mouth. "That's a good boi, take it all in baby" He bottomed out in the back of my throat. "Damn honey you are really good at this" he told me. I looked him in the eyes and took him to the back of my throat and held it in until I felt like I was gonna pass out. I came up gasping for air with drool hanging from my lips to his cock. God this was amazing. When he was good and hard I had just gotten started. He told me to stop, turn around and stick my ass up. I did as I was told, thinking I was about to take my first cock up my birgun little pussy. I forgot all about his offer from a few mins ago. He stood there admiring my position. "This is gonna make you want to take cocks all night long. You are a great cocksuck and I'm gonna reward you. This may feel like alot but i promise you are gonna thank me later" I felt something cold and metal on my hole. It puckered and I shivered a bit when he stuck it in. It slid in and out easily a few times before he stuck it in all the way. It seemed small for a dildo but still felt good. After a few mins of what felt like teasing with this little toy I felt something liquid slowly filling my hole. It was a little cold at first but quickly turned to warm burning again . My hips started swaying involuntarily and I started moaning."This is gonna open you right up you sexy little slut" he whispered in my ear before smacking my ass. My head was spinning. My hole was aching to be filled. I was grinding my hips and ass into the air like a cat in heat. I never wanted a cock inside my begging little hole so bad before. My little soft cock was dripping precum down my leg. Mark said he had to use the bathroom and would be back in a second. I couldn't even respond. I was to busy rubbing my little cock and fingering my hole in complete spun out ecstacy. When Mark came back a minute later he was rock hard and looked really amped up. He took out his vial and stuck another big shard in his pisshole. "Bend over and get ready for the ride of your life honey" he told me as he positioned me on the arm of the couch so my ass was easily accessible. My hole was already dripping with his spun lube when I felt something abrasive on my hole followed by something big and warm slowly entering my eager pussy which was already nice and open from all the speed so Mark was able to slide right in."Damn Sunny, your little pussy feel so good. Most bois have to work it in slow" I let out a huge moan when I felt his shard covered head bottom out in me. I could feel his cock twitch a bit and felt a little warm liquid fill me. I thought he had cum already and for a moment was worried it was over already, but he just stuck his tounge in my mouth and grabbed my clitty and said, "my chem piss will help break down all that crystal inside your hole" As he said that I felt another huge rush come over me. My vision blurred, a whooshing sound washed through my ears. I clenched my pussy on his huge crystal covered cock. I felt so amazing on all fours having my virgin hole taken by a guy I didn't know. I felt a primal feeling taken over. All that mattered was milking Mark's huge dick with my asshole. "Oh God baby your cock feels so good inside me. Your piss feels so warm inside me. I can feel it dripping out my pussy. Oh god baby you feel so good, please cum inside me. I want to feel you dripping down my legs. Oh god please fuck me baby, don't stop ohhh". By now I was slamming my spun hole into his dick like a pro. I had never even been with a guy before this and here I was in panties, full of piss, meth, cock and lube begging for it like a little slut. It was that moment I knew I was right where I belong. We fucked for hours. He came inside me at least 4 times. That night He awoke my inner party princess and I let him have his way with me like a good sissy. When we were done I cleaned his cock off with my mouth. Tasting all the cum and meth turned me one even harder. He told me he had some things to go take care of but that he wanted to come back later for more fun. I kissed him lightly trying to be sweet. He liked it and jammed his tounge down my throat again. He squeezed my little cock and balls and told me I was his now and that be would see me again in a few hours. I laid there on the couch thinking about the last 24hours and how amazing it was. I was still high as a kite and still horny as sat there with cum still dripping out of my freshly fucked hole. I thought about jumping in the shower to clean up a bit but I felt so sexy and dirty knowing I was full of Mark's seed and speed. I felt so dirty and sexy having another man tell me I was his. What was I gonna do for the next couple hours? I decided I was gonna need something in my hole until Mark returned. I threw some shorts and flip flops on and took a ride to the porn shop. To be continued...

I hit up a faceless profile on Grindr. It said he was a 20 year old black top less than 1500 feet away. I figured I couldn’t go wrong. We swapped pics. He has a nice thick 7” or so. I invited him over. (For those who read my funny story last week, I had my new dog in his kennel. He barked a bit, but not right outside the door) We got naked. He was about 5’11” and 200 lbs with a cute face. He clearly did not want to kiss. I sucked his cock which was already rock hard while he worked my nipples. He started fingering my hole. After a moment or two, I grabbed my poppers and rolled over on my belly. He climbed up behind me and lubed up. He slowly slid a little ways in. He pulled out, adjusted his angle, then slid back in. He gave me a good hard fuck with decent stamina and shot a huge load in me. He cleaned up a bit and then got dressed to leave. The whole affair only took about 15 minutes, but it was a decent fuck. I told him to let me know whenever he needs to drop a load. He assured me he would. I hope he becomes a repeat.

I’ve always used Grindr or jackd to find tops and I’ve had 1v1 breeding and 1v13 breeding! I normally know what to expect when I meet top because they show pics! Today I was in Walmart looking for lube and a hot black guy walked up for the same! He asked what works the best and why! I laughed and told him I like Astro glide and that it was amazing. He made a joke saying “ i bet it helps the bottom take it like a champ” I wasn’t thinking and told him it well I love it for that reason! He smiled and said he was always curious to be with a guy, I told him I was getting lube for my Dildo but wish I had a real Dick ! He told me come to his hotel and he would help! I cleaned out and drove to his hotel and told to just walk in! As I walked in i seen him stroking the King Kong of BBC! I got down and couldn’t grab around his Dick! He was 10” easy! I began slowly sucking the tip because that’s all that fit! After sucking a while he bent me over then lubed me up and would take his Dick and slap my hole! After he finally got in he began to pound my ass! Skip 15-20 mins later and I felt him start to grow bigger and then he just slammed balls deep and told me he was bout to knock me up! I could feel his Dick throb and feel the warmth of his nut sloshing in my second hole deep! He kept pumping it deeper and deeper! I could feel his big sagging balls suck up with each rope of cum shot inside! He grabbed my hips and slammed balls deep using his Dick to plug my hole! After a few minutes he finally pulled out and i looked back to see his massive Dick glazed In Cum! I sucked his dick clean and let his load soak in! He made a statement saying that he was looking to host a sex party and that he had friends who want to join! So if they come here I’m told I may have to take 15 to 20 tops?

Benny pushed his forearm into the small of my neck hard and pressed his fat cock head into my lubed ass. I swallowed a yelp. I wasn't ready for that. I did my best to meditatively breath as Benny pounded my virgin ass. His cock flopped out of me and I felt lube run down my balls. "Your ass is so tight. I thought you were lying about being straight." What a weird fucking day. We moved in next to Benny a few months back. He was super gay and loved to make me uncomfortable by aggressively flirting with me in front of my wife Sara. We both thought it was tacky but unimportant. We certainly wanted a harmonious relationship with our neighbor. Benny and I became friendly and we would hang out at his bachelor pad. It was fun and so was Benny. Sara didn't love it but couldn't come up with any non homophobic reasons to complain so was always outwardly supportive of being neighborly. I'd gone next door to watch an NBA playoff game. Sara was having a couple friends by for coffee and boggle. Benny and I were having a good time watching the first half and throwing back beers and smoking some potent weed. At half time Benny said he wanted to watch something else and switched over to gay porn. "C'mon man. You know I'm straight." "Sex is sex. You can get into this." "Oh so you can get into straight porn." "Fuck yeah of course. I've fucked plenty of women." "Really? How many?" I was embarrassed by his answer. It was way more than me. "And are you saying you've never had sex with a guy?" "Yeah I definitely am." "Let me suck your cock." I was shocked by his directness. On screen a young guy was getting fucked over a classroom desk. My cock stiffened. "Benny I don't want things to be weird." "Then let me blow you. Don't make it a big deal." I stood up and pulled down my shorts and underwear. By by now I was rock hard . Benny swallowed me and slid a finger in my ass. It all felt so fucking good. I fixed my eyes on the screen, watching incredibly hot bareback anal sex. Two of Benny's fingers were in my ass when I exploded in his mouth. Fuck that was one of the hottest orgasms I'd ever had. Benny swallowed my load. "Fuck that was hot." "Yeah it was... My turn!" "Wait. I didn't say I would blow you." "Really, you're that kind of guy? Don't return the favor?" What the fuck was this? He knows I'm married. "No I'm really not. I always eat pussy. But to be frank I can't go home with dick breath." He laughed "well I guess it'll have to be your ass." I paused and watched the action on screen. It was so hot and I knew I wanted to be the one getting fucked. "Okay. Just wear a condom and try to cum before too long." Benny rolled a magnum down his cock and squirted a glob of lube. I had never been so horny before. *** He slapped against my ass a couple more times and then he told me he was cumming. I arched my back and got ready to finish this experience. He pulled out and rubbed his cock against my asshole. I realized he wasn't wearing a condom anymore. I twisted around. "What the fuck?" Benny was impassive. Semen was dripping out of me and I needed to get cleaned up. ***** "Who won?" "Oh uh" "Got too distracted by Benny to pay attention to the game?" "Haha yeah something like that. I'm embarrassed to say but I smoked some weed with him and got too high." Sara was not impressed. She didn't like when I got high and she didn't like Benny. And she didn't even know that I had a load of his cum in me.

i could get fucked like this all day, lol. so many amazing thins about it. you can feel his weight on you holding you down, he's in control, he wraps his arms around you tight as fuck when he's about to cum which is beyond amazing. and you can hear and feel the nice clapping sounds of his pelvis hitting your butt cheeks. prone bone/lazy doggy is the best hands down. please feel free to message me.

First base is anal 🙂

It started out as a bachelor party in Vegas. I started to get really burnt the first night and snuck away to the entourage in Vegas. I don’t bottom a ton so I sat down in the back and was just looking around someone came up and wanted me to blow him. So I did. Then I felt something on my shoulder and turned around to 4 more dicks. My inner slut said take care of them. So I guess my ass was in the air just high enough and I got my first bbc shoved in my hole. He blew his load in me (thank god cause I lost my lube) and he was replaced with another huge cock. This went on for another 45 min before all my tops came in my hole. I went back the next night and spent 4 hours there. My hole was gaped and still sore. I can’t wait to get back

Camping in Dorset 18th July for a week, any local tops want to unload in my tight ass? No load refused.

I'm vers, leaning towards vers btm, BUT I've definitely been a top at many, many hotel/motel cumdump sessions. Why? Well, mainly I love the utter sleaziness of it and am really turned on by fucking a fellow cumdump slut. Also, given I've hosted many cumdump scenes (as the btm), it's only fair I feel to share the loads around and help fill other cumdumps up with loads.

Chapter 19, Final Revelation Jeff and Fernando took several minutes to get dressed, continuing to watch the boy they just double fucked. He was currently feeling his gaped pussy and sticking fingers inside it. Jeff was the first to think about it and ask Sir. “What are you going to do with him? Is he yours now?” Sir understood what Jeff was asking and shook his head. “I’m stepping back from owning another boy. I don’t think anyone could out do Joey.” Sir and Jeff looked to where Joey was at and saw him on his hands and knees, his ass still being eaten out by Oscar. “Ralphieboy is yours if you guys want him.” Jeff nodded and walked back over to Fernando and told him what happened. Fernando’s face changed into a wicked grin. “We both know we want him. No one else has ever taken us both. But we’re not going to take him.” Jeff started to argue this, but Fernando cut him off. “We’re not going to take him. He’s going to beg us.” Jeff smiled at this devious plan, already devising steps to make it happen. Jeff went to the desk and saw Ralph’s phone, still open. He saw that, as Sir suspected, he had been watching a gay porn to jerk off to. Jeff recognized the video immediately, a Treasure Island clip of a gangbang in Palm Springs. Blindfolded boy taking several DP in a row. Jeff laughed, thinking that Ralphieboy had not expected that he’d be in that situation so fast. Jeff texted himself from Ralphieboy’s phone and then entered a new contact, “we double fucked you pussyboi,” and entered both his and Fernando’s phone numbers. He then grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a brief note, “We can do that again. Look in your phone.” Leaving the paper on the desk, Jeff noticed a pile of dirty laundry on the floor. He walked over to it, getting hit with the distinctive smell of jock boys. He found what he was looking for, two of Ralphieboy’s used jockstraps. One was a black one, and Jeff could see dried cum on it. The other one was a yellow jock, immediately making Jeff wonder what Ralphieboy was really like. Jeff showed them to Fernando who smiled and said, “Both, let’s go.” Sir turned to Oscar and Joey. “That’s enough Oscar, times up.” Oscar pulled his face out from Joey’s ass and stood up. Joey sighed in content. Oscar got dressed and thanked Sir for allowing him to felch each hole. “Shut up and give me your phone.” Sir wanted Oscar to remain in confusion about whether he was in good or bad favor. Sir texted his number from Oscar’s phone then immediately deleted the text. He controlled the boy. Sir tossed Oscar’s phone back, and Oscar barely caught it. “I may or may not be in touch. Get the fuck out of my sight you disgusting pig.” Sir smiled on the inside; he knew he’d break this guy too. Sir walked to the bed where Joey was sitting, still naked and with his knees up and his arms wrapped around them. “Get up boy, time to leave.” Joey looked up at Sir, and Sir saw a look in Joey’s eyes that he had not seen for a few days; a combination of fear and disgust. Sir ignored this and told him again to get up and get dressed. Joey, still in physical pain from what just happened, slowly stood up. Sir, seeing Joey in this condition, started to reach out to help, but quickly stopped himself. He had to remain in the Sir role. Joey took a few minutes to get dressed. He noticed Ralph curled up on the floor, moaning incoherently. Joey suspected that Ralph’s life had just taken an unexpected turn and looked at Sir. “Don’t worry about him. He’s going be fine.” Joey finished getting dressed, grabbed his backpack and waited for Sir to exit the room to take his place behind him. Sir told him to walk in front, “I want to show off my property. Although, most of these guys have seen a lot of you already.” Joey took the lead, initially lowering his head in subservience. After a few steps, Joey chose to risk punishment and lifted his head up, choosing to walk in pride as the property of his Sir. Sir noticed this immediately, a sense of the same pride coming into him. “Good boy, but you do not get to walk this way all the time.” “Understood Sir. Sir and his boy exited the dorm, with occasional grins and comments from guys who had used or abused Joey’s hole. Surprisingly, the comments remained either positive or neutral; there were no insults or harassment. As they arrived at the car, Joey began to walk to the drivers side to open the door. “You don’t need to do that Joey.” Although it was the same voice, Joey knew it wasn’t the same voice. Brian was back and Sir was gone. With that, boy Joey also disappeared and Joy came back. Joey looked back at Brian and said, “I don’t need to. But I want to.” He opened the door fr Brian, who stopped in front of Joey before getting in. “You amaze me Joey. I l…” Brian stopped himself, not wanting to go to fast. Joey heard what Brian was about to say and saw his face change. To make the situation more at ease, Joey replied, “I do too,” before walking around the car and getting in. Getting to Brian’s, they walked in and Joey took it all in. It was not a flashy, overdone house. It wasn’t a dump either. As Brian was, so was his house. A comfortable and calm place. Joey, not wanting to push his luck, asked where he should put his bag. Brian smiled and said, “I’ll show you your room.” At his core, Joey knew he would not be in the same room as Brian, but it still hurt. Brian gave Joey a tour of the house. In the first bedroom, which had a queen bed and nice furniture, Joey began to set his bag down. “This is the guest bedroom, not yours.” They then walked further down the hall, past a set of double doors. Joey knew for certain that was Brian’s room. At the back of the hall they reached another room. When Brian opened the door, Joey’s heart and stomach fell. This room was horrible: a twin size bed that looked older than Joey and mismatched furniture that looked like Goodwill rejects. Joey remained silent, not wanting to offend Brian. Brian turned to Joey and said, “I know it’s not much, but what do you think of the room?” Brian specifically chose his words; he already knew what Joey believed. “Oh, it’s uh, fine. It’ll be okay.” Brian looked at Joey and asked, “Are you sure about it.” Joey half-heartedly nodded his head. Brian bellowed out in laughter, something Joey had never heard. Joey thought Brian was laughing at him and he could feel shame rising up. After he finished laughing, Brian looked at Joey sand said, “Joey, I would make my worst enemy sleep in that room. It came like that with the house and I haven’t gotten around to changing it.” “I wouldn’t make my worst enemy stay in there. I sure as hell wouldn’t put the best thing that’s happened to me in there.” Joey’s spirit lifted again. “C’mon Joey, one more room to see.” They walked back down the hall to the double doors. Brian said, “I hope you’ll say yes, because I’d like this to be our room. If you’re not ready for that, you can have the guest room.” Joey didn’t want to appear overeager, do he waited to answer. Brian opened the door to the master suite, and Joey was hooked. It was furnished understated but beautiful with everything matching. The bathroom had a separate soaking tub and a shower that could easily fit three. Joey turned to Brian and said, “I’ve never dreamed of this. I’d love for this to be our room.” With that, they embraced and kissed more deeply and passionately then either had before. Brian pulled away from the kiss and said, “Since you agreed to make this our bedroom, why don’t we test the bed out?” giving Joey a sexy grin. He saw Joey briefly flinch before he said “Yes” and Brian thought nothing of it. They moved to the bed, where Brian gently pushed Joey down onto his back. Brian stripped Joey to his jockstrap and admired the body Joey had. Joey watched Brian take his own clothes, realizing he’d never seen Brian naked. He’d actually never seen anything but his face. Brian had a nice body, not muscular or over/under sized. He was the guy that Joey had always wanted. When he saw Brian’s dick, which was already hard, his mind flashed back to that night barely a week before, in the bathroom stall at the rest stop. This was the cock, this was the man, who’d taken his virginity, who had started him on the path, that led him here. Brian saw the look on Joey’s face and instantly knew. Joey finally recognized him. He stood still, choosing not to say anything. Joey looked up at Brian and simply said, “It was you.” This wasn’t a question, but a statement. Brian nodded his head. “It was, I di…” Joey stopped him with the words, “Thank you.” Seeing the surprise in Brian’s face, Joey said, “If we hadn’t met there, we wouldn’t be here. Fuck me Brian.” “No Joey. Here, in our home, I’ll make love to you. And if you want to, you can make love to me.” Joey was confused, but when he realized what Brian meant, he started to ask, “You…” “Only with you.” The sex that occurred over the next hour was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. The passion of it made each man more intense. There was no pain, embarrassment or degrading of Joey. For Brian, he was seeing a man he loved, not just a hole to unload in. Although he did unload in Joey several times. Joey, despite still being in pain from the dorm room brutality, felt no pain when Brian was making love to him, no matter the position. The first time Brian said he was going to cum in Joey, Joey prepared to feel the burning inside him. There was none on any of the four loads that Brian gave him. After both lovers were exhausted, they curled up together in the bed. Brian asked Joey how he was and Joey simply kissed him as answer. When they woke up from their nap, the sun had already set. Brian said, “Let’s eat. You need food.” Brian got out of bed first and Joey could not help but stare at the ass of the man he loved. In the kitchen, Joey sat at the island, watching Brian make food. Brian glanced over and saw a look of perplexity on Joey’s face. “What’s going on Joey? You’re not regretting anything are you?” Joey snapped out of his brain and quickly said, “No. Definitely not regretting anything. I’m just trying to put pieces together.” As Brian plated up their food and brought it to Joey, he asked, “Do want to talk about it?” Joey started to decline but changed his mind, “Yeah. I think I need to. Because a lot of the confusion includes you.” Brian flinched at that statement, fearing it might be really bad. Joey proceeded to unpack all of his thoughts into a long flow of words. “That night, when you fucked me in the bathroom, it hurt like hell. When you shot your load in me, I was so disgusted by the idea of having a man’s cum in me. But I didn’t feel anything else. I still think there was another guy who fucked me, but I can’t remember. And you won’t… you can’t tell me.” “From then on, beginning with all the loads at the rest stop, there was a burning every time someone shot in me. Except, there was one time. The time that Shawn fucked me at the motel. There was no burning.” “Up until today, the burning and pain continued. Every time I was fucked, it hurt like a mother fucker, sorry. Every load burned me inside.” “But then today. Today is what has me so confused. At the restaurant, in the bathroom? I felt no pain when he fucked me and no burning when he unloaded in me. When Thunder fisted me? There was pain, but only because that fucker has some big ass hands. Each of you came in me, including Thunder. There was no pain or burning. The first time Thunder tucked me? Pain and burning.” “Then at the dorm, the pain was ever present. From the first fuck to the last, every load Byrne like hell. I felt like I was gonna die from that fisting. It felt like he was going to rip me apart. The guys jerking off IN my ass?” “But then here, with you, there was no pain or burning. It was the opposite; only the most pleasurable and intense connection.” “What the hell does this mean?” Brian looked at him, into his eyes, and simply said, “I could answer that for you, but it will be better for you to figure it out for yourself.” Joey looked to Brian and stuck his tongue out. “Thanks for your help old wise one.” Brian laughed and said, “Don’t call me old, and from what Shawn told me, I know you can make better use of that tongue.” Over dinner, they chatted idly about the next few days and how Joey would manage school and baseball and everything else. Joey froze and dropped his fork. Brian called out to him to ask if he was okay. Joey realized something that he’d pushed away in his brain. Something that terrified him. “Today is Tuesday right?” Brian said it was. Joey looked at Brian and simply said, “I meet Him on Thursday,” emphasizing the Him. Brian looked at him, “Does that still scare you?” Joey said, “Hell yeah it does. Although hell maybe a bad choice of word to use.” Brian smiled at that, but left it alone. “Joey, you may not believe me now, but you’ll be fine. It’s always scary leading up to your first meeting with Him. But the reward? It’s always worth it.” Joey said, “You’re right. I don’t believe you.” The next two days were the worst. He couldn’t keep his mind on school, baseball was horrible as more of the guys had chosen that using Joey was fine. After practice, he was cornered by five guys, including the outfielder that had fucked him the day before. Using their jockstraps, they tied him to a shower bar. The outfielder shoved his smelly jockstrap in Joey’s mouth to keep him quiet. “I’ve been wearing that just for you.” The five players the took turns raping Joey there in the shower, giving him a total of seven loads. Joey got home after the shower incident and found an envelope sitting on the table. It had his name written on the front in red. There was no address or postage, so Joey though maybe Brian had left him a note. Joey opened the envelope and remove the sing me sheet of paper. Immediately, he knew it was not from Brian. The note read, “Joey, the time has come for us to meet. Tomorrow at 7:00pm at the address below. Tell no one.” There was no name on the note. Joey told Brian the next morning that he was not feeling well and would be staying home. Joey spent the entire day trying to think of anything but tonight. He couldn’t. At 4:00, Brian called to see how Joey was doing and to say he’d be working late. At 6:30, Joey got in the car and drove to the address on the note. As scared as he was, he needed answers. He arrived at the location, a large house in the country side. There was only one car in the driveway. Joey confirmed that he was in the right place. He almost turned the car around to leave, but wouldn’t do that. He finally got out and walked to the door. After he rang the door bell a well dressed man opened it and asked, “What can I do for you?” Joey stumbled through his words before finally being able to say, “I was told to be here at 7:00.” “You must be Joey. Enter. Take your shoes off and follow me. The Master will be around for you shortly.” Joey flinched at the word Master, and when he saw this, the man smiled. “That would be the Master of the house.” The man led Joey to a comfortable seating room and pointed out a chair for Joey. On the table was a bottled water and a meat and cheese tray. Within 10 minutes, Joey heard conversation outside the room before the door opened. A man, around 6’ with sandy blonde hair that was professionally cut walked in. “Hello Joey, so sorry to keep you waiting. How are you this evening?” Joey was surprised at the friendly greeting and the appearance of the man. He said, “I’m okay. A bit nervous.” “Joey, you have nothing to worry about. There’s nobody here but you and me. And I won’t bite.” “Now, do you know why I asked you here tonight?” Joey nodded, “It has to do with what happened last week and what I’ve been going through since then.” The man, who still had not given a name, nodded and, “Very good. Is there anything else you want to know before we go on?” Joey looked at the man, seeing something familiar in him. He also heard something in the back of his mind, but couldn’t figure out what it was. “Who are you?” The man smiled, “You are very direct. Why do you ask that? Is it important?” Joey, beginning to get frustrated with his questions being met with questions, said, “I need the answers, which I believe YOU told me, that when I was ready, I would be given. I’m ready now.” There was a brief look of surprise in the man’s eyes and he sat back in his chair. “Well done, Joseph. I believe you’ve made some connections. Including, connecting the two times we have met. Tell me what those two times were and we can move forward.” Joey responded, “You were the second man to fuck me in the bathroom at the rest stop. But, you looked much different then. And then, I saw you when I passed out at the motel when that guy was using me. Again, you didn’t look like you do now. But the voice, it’s the same. And familiar.” The man responded effortlessly, “You are correct on all points. Now I believe you asked me who I am? My name is Alfred Collins.” Joey was caught off guard by this. “Collins? As in…?” The man nodded his head and confirmed, “Yes, Joseph. As in your last name. I am your uncle. Your father’s older brother,” he spoke the word father’s in a voice of disgust. Joey was completely confused. “I don’t have an uncle. My father was an only child.” Alfred spoke, “Look at me Joseph. Listen to my voice. What are they telling you?” Joey nodded, “You’re not lying. But, I’m still confused.” Alfred said, “I’m sure you are, but the first step in ending that confusion was accepting that truth. Now, think back to our second meeting, in that bright room. Repeat what I told you.” Joey started to say he couldn’t remember, but as if a door opened, the conversation became clear. “You said I was much brighter than you expected, considering my lineage. You were talking about my father” Alfred nodded, “Quickly making that connection indicates I was right about your intelligence. Our family has a long standing connection with our Lord, Lucifer. We have been his servants and eyes in this world for generations. You do recognize the name Lucifer?” When Joey nodded, Alfred continued. “In our family, every male is told of the lineage at age 18, and their role in the ongoing generation is created. The women in the family do it go trough this process. It is something they learn very early on and know much more.” “When I turned 18 and learned of our lineage and our role in the world, it was very easy for me to identify my ability. I believe you can now remember, from your own experience, what my ability is?” As he said that, another door opened in Joey’s mind, and he watched and listened to the brutal rape his uncle committed upon him. Joey recoiled in disgust at everything he saw and heard. But in that same remembering, answers to his questions flooded through his mind. “I remember now, and yes, I know what your ability is.” “When your father came of age and learned his truth, he gave into weakness. He turned his back on his family, his lineage and his responsibilities. He moved across the country, think he’d be safe from us. He was completely unaware that we had eyes on him from the day he ran. Once a man leaves his role in the family, he gives up any chance of returning. He becomes a pariah, an outcast, an enemy of our Lord. Since they still retain knowledge of the truth of our lineage, we must closely watch, so they do not create trouble. I will commend your father; he has kept all knowledge to himself.” “Though your father abandoned his birthright, that does not allow him to take your birthright from you. When you were born, you were placed under watch, so as we could begin to know what your specific skill would be. By time you were 16, we knew. You also knew, but refused to accept it.” Overwhelmed by all the information given, Joseph did not know what to say. As he took time to process everything, especially the last statement, it hit him between the eyes. “I… I’m meant to serve men for their pleasures. In doing that, by being a fuck hole for them to use, those who are weak and recruitable are brought to my Lord, to serve him.” Alfred smiled and said, “That is correct. Do you realize your choice of words? You said, ‘My Lord’. You do understand what you meant?” Joseph nodded and finally embraced it. “He is my Lord and I am his servant. That is my birthright. I accept that.” Alfred smiled, “Very good, nephew. You have no idea how pleased I am to hear that my brother’s weakness was not passed onto you.” Joseph asked, “Uncle, can you answer me a question?” Alfred responded, “Now that you are a member of the family, there will be no more questions or confusion. What do you need to know?” Hearing that there would be no more questions or confusion, Joseph realized there was more than one question and said this to Alfred. He smiled and replied, “It’s never a single question. Go on.” Joseph asked, “My feelings for Brian and his for me? Are they real or just part of my role in the family legacy?” Alfred smiled more than ever. “Joseph, I can assure you that the feelings between you and Brian are 100% authentic. As I watched it unfold, it shocked me. I have known Brian for many years and never expected this for him. “ Joseph felt tears run down his face, the fear that he’d been hiding was dissolved. Alfred quietly handed Joseph his handkerchief and said, “I understand. Let it go.” Joseph looked into his uncle’s eyes for the first time and realized that he had known fear before. “When you’re ready, Joseph, continue with your questions.” Joseph took several minutes to be able to resume. “My next question, I think is more to confirm what I believe and not to get an answer. When you gave me my gift, you said I may enjoy my role as a cunt for men to use. Or that I may hate it, never accept my role and fight it for the rest of my life. You said that every time a man used me and came in me, I would feel a burning in me, a burning in my soul. Is that true?” Alfred nodded and said, “That’s a pretty accurate summary.” Joseph continued, “It can’t be true. At least not completely true. There have been many times that the burnings have occurred: the gang bangs and the clinic. But there have been other times where there was no burning. Brother Michael in the bathroom. Brother Shawn at the motel. Brian.” Alfred intervened, “That is an easy answer. You are not affected in anyway by Brothers, to those who have given their allegiance to our Lord. I believe you know why you are not affected by Brian.” Joseph responded, “Because I love him. I should not have said that to you.” Alfred asked, “Why not? Are you ashamed of it?” Joseph snorted, “Absolutely not. The exact opposite. I should not have said it to you because the first person I should have said it to is Brian.” Alfred said, “You will be fine. You only told me because I opened the door for you to understand.” Joseph took a moment and continued, “What about Thunder? And Marcus?” Alfred said , “You’ll have to tell me who they are. I don’t fully track every man you’ve been with. You’re quite prolific after all,” laughing at his own innuendo. Joseph explained who each was and what happened with each. He explained both the first fuck from Thunder and the fisting and second fuck. Alfred asked, “What was different with those men? Maybe an easier explanation is what was different between the first and second time with Thunder?” Joseph looked at Alfred and said, “You and Brian both did that. Putting my question back on me. And I think I already figured it out. I initiated what happened with Marcus at the restaurant and with Thunder at his shop, at least the fisting experience. If i initiate something, because I want it to happen, then there’s no burning, no pain, at least not that endures after. Did I get it right?” Alfred nodded his head and then put his hand up. “I’m going to caution you now Joseph. I believe I already know what your next question is and you probably will not like the answer. Is your next question is along the lines of if the burning and physical pain does not happen in one type of sex, but does not happen in another, can’t it all just be burn and pain free?” Joseph simply nodded his head to confirm. Alfred said, “I’m afraid not Joseph and it never can be. When I gave you your gift, you were resisting accepting your truth, that you were to be a hole for men to use as they wanted and to take there loads. Since you refused to accept it prior to your gift, it has continued on. You accept and embrace your role now, but at the cost of the physical pain and burning. There may be times that you engage in sex with a man because you want to. Those will be few and far between. The rest of the time, acting in service to your Lord, this will be your penance. Do you understand?” Joseph, not happy with the answer, said, “I understand. I don’t like it, but I understand. May I ask one last question for now?” Alfred nodded and said, “This is the one I’ve been expecting. The one I’m always asked.” Joseph said, “The you that fucked me in the bathroom and gave me my gift? The one in the bright room? That’s not a costume. Who is that?” Alfred responded, “No, it is not a costume. It is me. Or at least the me that is presented when needed. That is my gift from our Lord. It is one that is not given frequently. I am only third in 300 years.” Joseph nodded his head and said, “Wow.” Alfred then told Joseph, “I’d like to address a fear you have but have not brought up.” Joseph nodded, “HIV.” Alfred confirmed it. “I understand your fear am aware of you getting medication to prevent it.” Seeing Joseph flinch, Alfred assured him, “Do not worry, you’re not in trouble. You acted as many do and it’s okay. However, you do need to know, and you can confirm it with a doctor if you want, but you are now HIV+.” Joseph broke down in tears and barely heard Alfred calling to him. When he finally did, he saw a strange look on his face. Alfred seemed to draw fear out of Joseph and said, “You have nothing to fear. As a Servant, you are protected. You will not get sick and die. You will not need medication. You will be fine. You will be a giver of the Blessing.” Joseph took a minute to completely accept this and said, “Okay.” Alfred said, “If we’re done here, I believe there are a few people who’d like to see you. Friends nothing sexual. Are you ready?” Joseph said, “Yes, uncle, I am,” As if on plan, there was a knock at the door that Alfred had entered. Alfred sat quietly in his chair staring at Joseph. When the knock came a second time, Alfred said, “Perhaps you should answer the door? It’s quite rude to make people wait.” Joseph, confused by this, stood up and walked to the door and opened it. “Hello my love,” Brian said. Caught off guard, Joseph stood silently trying to figure out if he was imagining this. He reached out and touched Brian’s face, realizing he was really there. “I love you, Brian.” With a smile on his face and a tear in his eye, Brian replied, “And I love you, my Joseph. Let’s get going we don’t want to keep Shawn and the others waiting.” The End.

For me getting a cock in my ass is always the goal. I’ll take a cock anyway my top wants to use me; his choice!!! Though I agree, I love getting fucked, face down, on my stomach or on my knees, ass up is the best!!! I love the anonymous cock, and never seeing my top. When I’m face down, ass up all my other senses are so much more heightened. The sound of the door opening, the top entering the room and seeing my ass for the first time, hearing some of them saying a a quiet, “damn guy,” and the first touch of the tops hand on my naked ass; warm or cold hand and then the first of his fingers exploring my hole; I’m hearing and feeling it all. Next the sound of his belt unbuckling, sound of his pants coming off, then his underwear, is he already hard or hearing him jerk on his cock and finally that first feel of the tip of his cock as he tests my hole and the feel of that first thrust into my hole is all amazing and my senses are all heightened when I’m face down, ass up on my stomach….it is the best!!!!

Same here. Even if I had sex with guys

Being a cumdump does not mean being a bugchaser. When I was 20 we didn't have PrEP so as a cumdump I turned to chasing so I could control the when/how/who of being pozzed. A cumdump is a bottom who gets pleasure from being a submissive receptacle of and outlet for tops in need of the pleasures of release. Thanks to PrEP there are a lot more cumdumps who can fulfill their fantasies without the risks of seroconversion.

It bears pointing out that Dawson’s adventures are cinematic productions carefully engineered for visual effect. I’m quite sure it’s a lot easier to keep a veritable lake of semen in your ass if you have a crew around you helping you stay in position. The rest of us mere mortals have to contend with gravity, and as a guy who has actually had a Dawson-level gang-fucking (30+, not 50, but I’ve done 20+ More than once) I can tell you that no matter how long you let it work its way deep into you, if you’ve got that much cum in your ass, as soon as you’re upright it’s on its way to the exit. The thing is, by the time you’ve taken that many cocks, it’s almost impossible not to have at least a little bit of a gape - a plug is pretty much the only way to make sure it stays bottled up.

Hey guys. I decided to write another series. Currently, this series is meant to have 11 parts. One safe sex twink's journey to being a bareback bottom. He's 22 when we begin. It's 1999. He's grown up his whole life hearing nothing but safe sex lectures and only having sex with condoms, even with boyfriends. He has just finished college and started a job. He's 6' tall, 170 lbs, flat stomach (but he thinks he's too fat), runs and works out, blonde, curly floppy hair and blue eyes. He's hot and sexy (but he thinks he's average). Part 1 Matt is at his third bar of the night. This one is a club. Small, only gets started after 2am. Techno and EDM are blasting. Matt is in tight jeans and a shirt that hugs his pecs and shoulders. He's dancing. Drink in hand. Matt is drunk and having fun. Matt loves coming to this bar. He always hooks up here. Guys are drunk and horny. The music is sexy. Matt is usually on his back or doggy getting some guy's condom covered cock stuffed inside him by 5am. He loves coming here. Matt scans the room. His friends are dancing with him. Everyone is looking to hook up. He can feel that sexual energy. It makes Matt dance harder. A space opens on a box just in front of him. It's about 3 feet off the ground. Matt hops on and keeps dancing. Dancing above his friends now. The box is kinda crowded but not terribly. He can definitely move his hips. Looking around the room; Matt sees familiar faces. Guys who have fucked him. Guys he has made out with. Guys he has danced with previously. Guys he just knows from seeing their faces in the bars and clubs. There are a few guys Matt would love to go home with tonight. The red head with the rockin body; or the Latin guy with that sexy accent Matt spoke with in the line waiting to get in the club; or the dark haired, geek chic guy who is sexy as fuck. He's scanning the crowd. Enjoying what he sees. Matt let's loose to dance some more. A few minutes into dancing Matt feels a body next to his on the box. He looks at the guy. It's geek chic. Matt smiles. Geek chic smiles back. They dance together front to front. Geek chic turns Matt around. They grind together for a bit on the box. Matt feels the guy is hot for him. A cock is pressing on his ass. Matt grinds back on the cock. The guy gets harder. Geek's hands are all over Matt. Matt is feeling the guy behind him on his hips and legs. He feels more solid than he looks. Matt turns around and introduces himself. He doesn't catch the guy's name (too loud in the club). Matt says, "Let's get drinks." The two of them hop off the box and make it to one of the bars. The line is ridiculous, as always in the club, so it takes awhile to get drinks. The guys talk. Matt finds out the geek is a grad student, lives close by, and is versatile. The guy convinces Matt to undo his tight jeans so the guy can feel his ass. Matt does it. By the time Matt has ordered drinks, the geek has two fingers in Matt's ass. They kiss at the bar. The geek says, "finish your drink and lets fuck." Matt finishes his drink like a shot. So does the geek. They both say goodnight to their friends and it's off to the geek's place. Less than a 10 minute walk later, Matt is in the geek's apartment. Books everywhere, a decent view, and a mattress and box spring on the floor. The guys are so sweaty. It's August. The geek turns on the air conditioning, but it's a window unit. The geek takes off his shirt. Matt takes off his shirt. They kiss. Geek pushes Matt on the bed and clothes come off - shoes, socks, jeans, underwear. Matt thinks the geek is super sexy. The feeling is mutual. Matt is sucking the geek's cock. The geek is telling Matt he gives great head. The geek pulls Matt off his cock and rolls him onto his back. The geek gets Matt's legs up and is making out with Matt. Their cocks are sword fighting. The geek moves his cock between Matt's ass cheeks. Matt moans as the cock rubs his hole. Matt is going to get fucked soon. Matt looks over, condoms on the bookcase next to them, lube right there, he's comfortable. No worries here. The geek is a safe sex guy just like him. Matt kisses the geek hard. The geek and Matt reposition so the geek can make out with Matt and rub his cock all along Matt's ass crack and hole. Matt moans again. The geek'c cock is about 6.5" and thick. It's going to take a minute to adjust, or so Matt thinks. Matt knows he's tight. Guys tell him that all the time. Matt kisses the geek and the cock is rubbing his hole. They are so sweaty that the geek's sweat is dripping onto Matt. While they are kissing, it happens. The geek's cock slides right into Matt's ass half way. Matt and the geek are both surprised. Matt says, "Fuck that's never happened before." The geek slides in more. Matt grabs the geeks ass. The geek looks at Matt questioningly. Matt says, "keep fucking me." Geek fucks Matt good. Matt is moaning and grunting as his legs are on the geek's shoulders. Geek says, "My cock feels so good in you bareback." Matt says, "Keep fucking my ass." Geek fucks Matt so hard that Matt slides off the mattress onto the floor. Matt's ass is still up on the mattress, but his shoulders and neck are on the floor. He's looking up at the geek. The geek keeps fucking Matt. Matt is jerking his cock. The geek is sliding his cock all the way in and out of Matt's ass. Matt sees that cock has no condom on it every time the geek pulls it out. The geek keeps watching Matt as he is getting fucked. Matt is loving it. Matt is moaning like a slut now. Matt says, "No cock has ever felt this good in my ass." Geek says, "That's because I'm fucking your slut ass bareback." Matt says, "Feels so good." Geek fucks Matt a few minutes longer and cums deep in Matt's ass. Matt's eyes go wide. FUCK! A guy just came inside him bareback. The cums feels so warm. Matt's cock jerks in his hand and sprays cum all over his twink body and face. Matt and the geek get in bed together. They sleep together. Matt and the geek make out and Matt tries to fuck the geek bareback the next morning. The geek won't let him. Says he doesn't usually bareback. Matt says he doesn't either. Matt says the geek was his first bareback fuck. The geek doesn't believe Matt and Matt can see it on his face. The geek and Matt swap head. Matt swallows. The geek does not swallow. Matt goes home in the morning with the geek's cum still in his ass. Matt knows what he did with the geek was slutty and not safe. But Matt knows that he wants to get fucked bareback again. Matt tells himself he will just have to save bareback fucking for his next boyfriend. He swears he'll never fuck bareback again with a hookup.

If you have to ask if it's rude, you already know the answer.... Being the alleged "hottest bottom in the room" is also very subjective. Not everyone may think that. I'm now in my early 40's and don't expect to get the attention that I used to. I don't have the best body, but I don't have the worst. I still get action, which I take as a blessing, and know how to respect the tops that choose me. I find that if I'm being attentive to the guy fucking me, then it gets seen by others, and it attracts more attention to me. It's not about looks (well, not ALL about looks). If you start visibly acting bitchy towards others, it'll show, and you'll start getting less attention. I have no issue with a guy in the sling not getting fucked if no one else is specifically looking to get in (unless I have a top in tow). If you see me there asking if I can hop in so this guy can plow me, and you still refuse to move...I WILL say something, but I'll also let me top fuck me right in front of you and draw the attention to me.

Many many years ago the first cock i sucked was another Black kid. and finally, let a black man recently, take my cherry ass , destroy it and hopefully gave it a poz load.

2-3 times a day.

There was a similar thread recently elsewhere on this site. The one thing I'd suggest is tempering your expectations. Unless it's a really small ship such that 100% of the passengers are adult gay men AND the crew is expecting it, it probably will NOT be a "bathhouse vibe" where sex is going on all over the place. For starters, remember that sanitary regulations will prohibit that in most public areas - including all the dining areas, any entertainment areas like onboard casinos, shops, etc., In fact, I would suspect - I could be wrong - that on such cruises, actual insertive sex is actively discouraged in any public area, especially if the ship is not, as I noted, 100% full of gay men. (Most "themed" cruises on larger ships tend to only be for a portion of the passengers, though the organizers may reserve some sort of public space for a private event for "members only" for one or more nights of the cruise.) Now, inside individual cabins? I'm sure plenty will go on, even on balconies that have some side-to-side blocking of views. But I suspect there's a list of rules about what you can do where, and while the crew may not enforce them with an iron fist, I doubt you'll be allowed to fuck poolside or fist someone in one of the nightclubs.

Yes, Guess you live on Selfish Street. You remind me of this bottom that used to be in a cottage/restroom 2 cubicle place. He used to stay in one of the cubicles all day, no matter what, as it had a gloryhole between them. He never moved all day. In the end I put an out of order sign on the adjoining door. I cannot stand greedy selfish bottoms, especially Brother Bottoms.

There are so many positions to be fucked in, it’s impossible to say that any particular one is ‘best’. Different positions give a Top access to different places inside a bottom; some have the advantage of greater depth, some of more advantageous angles, some a better application of leverage and pressure, some favoring friction, some simply better for the visual aesthetic. My current go-to regular Top usually spends a little over an hour fucking me each session and usually fucks me in 6-8 different positions for different effects. One of them is prone, face-down, which, if I have some support like a pillow elevating my hips, is one of my favorites for depth. He sometimes chooses that position for actually seeding me, but not always.

Late abortions are rough and probably too complex for the average clinic. Five months seems like a good balance between being noticeably pregnant and reasonably convenient disposal.

As promised, although later than I said. Chapter 17, “Revelation.” Joey entered the bathroom and found Marcus standing there, in the middle of the room. Joey smiled a wicked grin and walked up to him. Joey took the waiter’s underwear out of his pocket and lifted it to his nose, not letting his eyes away from the boy. Marcus watched, his mind wondering how his underwear were in the guy’s hand. Joey stopped the sniffing and crossed them to Marcus. “Sniff them.” Marcus still being under the influence of Brother Shawn did as Joey told him. He sniffed them and mumbled, “How?” Joey told him, “Drop your pants and look.” Marcus tried to resist, but in a moment, his hands moved to his pants, unbuttoned them and pushed them down, looking at his cock as it came into view. “Take ‘em off. Shirt too” As Marcus did this, Sir and Brother entered the restroom, Brother locking the door behind him. Brother whistled and said, “Nice.” Joey turned to Brother and asked him, “What do I do now.” Sir responded, “If you really are sure about this, you choose and Brother Shawn will direct him.” Joey looked at Marcus and told him, “Get your dick hard for us.” With a, “Do it” from Brother Shawn, Marcus took hold of his cock and stroked it until he was hard. His dick was about 7” and thick. Joey dropped to his knees, feeling the commands from within his mind. Joey took Marcus’ dick in his mouth and began sucking it, easily taking it to the balls. Marcus moaned, never having had the feeling of his cock completely engulfed in a throat. Joey sucked Marcus, slowing down five times, each time when Marcus was close to cumming. Joey said to Marcus, “No, not in the mouth.” Joey walked to the sink, bent over, and told Marcus, “You’re going to fuck my cunt, and shoot that straight, Daddy load in me. And it’s going to be recorded.” Sir looked at Joey, taking his phone out of his pocket. Brother Shawn told Marcus what to do. Marcus walked to where Joey was bent over, spreading Joey’s ass open. “Wait, get on your knees.” Marcus, keeping the cheeks apart, dropped down to his knees. “Kiss my asshole.” Marcus, trying to resist and failing to do so, leaned in and kissed Joey’s tight hole. Joey reached back, pulling Marcus’s face deeper into his asshole. “Eat it out, like you eat your girlfriend’s pussy.” Marcus, starting to get into it, stuck his tongue out, licking Joey’s hole, pushing his tongue in as deep as he could. Sir, realizing what Joey was up to, moved around, getting a clear video of Marcus eating Joey’s hole. Between moans, Joey said, “Fuck yeah straight boy. You like eating my boy cunt don’t you?” Marcus pulled back,ass juice, slobber and cunning his face, said, enthusiastically, “I love eating your pussy” before diving back in. After a couple of minutes, Joey said, “Get that dick in me daddy boy.” With a whimper, Marcus pulled his soaking face out of Joey’s ass and standing up. He placed his cock at Joey’s hole. “Stop,” Sir ordered, not needing Brother Shawn to repeat it. “Look into the camera. Tell your girlfriend, what you really are, what you REALLY want.” Marcus looked at the phone in Sir’s hand, licked cum from his lips and said, “Sorry babe, I want fuck this guy and shoot my cum in him. His hole is so fucking tight, not like you” Sir said, “Do it. Hard.” Joey spread his cheeks, fully knowing what was coming. Marcus wiped spit and cum from his face, adding spit, and lubed his dick. In one hard shove, Marcus drove balls deep, causing a scream to come from Joey. Marcus proceeded to fuck Joey as hard as he had ever fucked, pulling out all the way and slamming back in. Marcus pulled Joey’s head back by his hair, looked at their reflections in the mirror and said, “This is how bitches need to be fucked. You ain’t. Nothing. But. A. Fucking. Hole,” matching a full, balls deep slam into Joey. “Yeah, I am.” Joey, not believing what was going on in his head, looked to Brother and started to ask. With another pounding from Marcus, Joey asked, “Is…,” Brother Shawn, shaking his head, told Joey, “No. This is all you.” Joey met Marcus’ eyes in the mirror, still not believing what was going on, and said, “Fuck me, daddy man. Pound my cunt.” The next time Marcus pulled out, Joey whimpered, “Wait. Until it closes.” “When Joey felt it tighten up, he firmly told Marcus, “NOW.” For the first time ever, as Marcus shoved in Joey’s hole, Joey thrust his body back as hard as he could, impaling himself on Marcus’ cock. “Oh, fuck daddy, rape your boy’s cunt.” With that demand, and no repeating by Brother Shawn, Marcus began fucking Joey as hard as he could, Joey meeting each thrust, and finally begging, “Give me that daddy cum. Breed my cunt.” Marcus slammed Joey a few more times and groaned, “Fuck yeah bitch, you want it. Here. I. Cum,” thrusting deep each time, and with the last word, he began shooting deep in Joey. There was no burning from this load. Joey groaned, “Oh fuck, give me that cum.” Joey felt Marcus spasm at least six times, and could feel the cum deep in him. After he finished shooting, Marcus kept his dick, still hard, in Joey’s cum-filled cunt. “That was amazing you b… That was amazing Joey. I’ve never cum so hard or so much.” As Marcus withdrew his dick, still hard and seeming to want more of Joey’s hole, Joey did something he’d never willingly done. Joey spun around and dropped to his knees. He quickly engulfed Marcus’ cock, sucking it as clean as he could, even licking the cum off Marcus’ balls. Marcus shook every time Joey sucked back on his cock; he’d always been sensitive after shooting, but never this sensitive. Joey pulled off of Marcus’s softening dick and said, with true sincerity, “Thank you Daddy Marcus.” “Thank you, Joey. That was the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Marcus reached down and pulled Joey to his feet. Looking down, he saw Joey’s hard cock sticking out. Marcus, seeming to truly understand the power dynamic, turned to Sir and asked, “Can I suck his dick? I’ve always wanted to.” Sir looked Joey, who silently pleaded, and then to Brother. Again Brother said he had nothing to do with what was happening. Sir looked at Marcus and asked, “Do you want this recorded?” Marcus said, “Fuck yeah,” Marcus dropped to his knees and shoved his face into the cum crusted jockstrap. After he sniffed it, Marcus pulled the pouch aside, freeing Joey’s dick. It was clear to everyone that this was Marcus’ first time sucking his cock. Joey didn’t care, lost in the feeling of getting his cock sucked. Joey was close to shooting when he asked Marcus, “I’m gonna cum, where do you want it?” Marcus looked up at Joey, pulled off, and said, almost as a question, “On my face.” Joey took his hard-on in his hand, and took Marcus’ chin in the other. Joey proceeded in less than 30 seconds, to groan as he unloaded a huge load on Marcus’s face. Marcus, covered in cum for the first time, opened his mouth and took Joey in, feeling cum shoot into his mouth and swallowing it. When Joey was done shooting, he slowly pulled out of Marcus’ mouth, took a finger, wiped up a clump of his load and B offered it to Marcus, Marcus greedily took Joey’s cum covered finger, and sucked it clean. Joey and Marcus proceeded to wipe Marcus’ face clean of the cum, with Marcus eagerly cleaning it all. Joey fell backward, hitting his ass on the sink that only moments ago he had been bent over, begging this hot teenage daddy to rape him and cum in him. “Fuck, that was hot.” Marcus, still on his knees, looked to Sir and Brother, and asked, “Can I…?” Brother walked up to Marcus, pulled his hard cock out and said, “Open.” Marcus did and Brother put just the head of his dick in Marcus’ mouth and told him to close it and ordered, “Jerk me off in your mouth and swallow my load like a good little boy.” Marcus reached up with both hands, and as he’d see in so many straight poem videos, wrapped them around Brother’s big dick. He proceeded to jerk Brother’s cock, alternating between fast and slow motions. As he did this, he never took his eyes from Brother. Brother, his breathing getting shorter, told Marcus, “Fuck yeah Marcus, take your first load in your mouth. Do not swallow.” Marcus finished his job, and Brother grunted as he shot his load into Marcus’ mouth. After several shots, and groaning from Brother, he directed Marcus to open his mouth and to not swallow. Joey and Sir looked into Marcus’ mouth, seeing Brother’s load in Marcus’ mouth. Brother turned to Sir and asked, “As we traditionally do?” Sir handed the phone to Brother and placed the head of his dick, which he’d been slowly jerking the entire time, ordered Marcus, “Repeat.” Marcus did and soon was taking his third cum load, the second in his mouth. Sir apparently shot a heavy and intense load as Marcus made gagging noises. Sir pulled out and with no direction, Marcus tilted his head back, opening his mouth and looked straight into the camera. Through the cum that was almost entirely filling his mouth, he gurgled, only barely understandably, “Thank you, Sirs.” In unison, Sir and brother ordered Marcus, “Swallow.” Marcus tried his best, but choked as he tried to swallow the thick loads. This caused some of the cum to spurt out of his mouth and even out through his nostrils. After swallowing the cum, he clearly thanked Sir and Brother for their loads. He did not waste a drop, taking in the cum from his chin and nostrils and swallowing it. Sir and Brother both said, “Good boy,” and then directed Marcus to get up and get dressed. “Marcus, give Joey your phone. Joey, give Marcus your hone number.” Joey did as directed, entering his phone contact into Marcus’s phone and handing it back. As this happened, their hands touched for a second and Joey heard the voice in his head again. “That’s my Boy.” Joey and Marcus, followed by Sir and Brother, exited the restroom. Brother informed Marcus’s uncle that they’d had a conversation with Marcus, saying, “He’s an excellent Server. Keep him around.” As Brother, Sir and Joey exited the restaurant, Joey look back and saw Marcus watching and then mouthing, “Thank you.”

Lockdown no:4 has finished… so after hanging out with two regular fuck buds over the weekend and getting “0” cock I decided to had to WET (local sauna) on Friday lunchtime. first few hours were spent just chillin…though I did get a hot bear daddy dump two loads in my ass in the steam room over an hour. To stick with a type I found a hot silver daddy with a huge uncut cock in the porn room, so I took advantage of the situation and climbed in the sling.. two minutes I get my third load, and like the gentleman he was he handed my ass over to three tall fellas about my age, two of the lads had huge beer can cocks and took turns really pounding my hole, while their buddy blew a load down my throat…a solid hour of bein fucked, spat on and used…awesome…. I stumbled off to one of the slings in a dark room…kicked back and tied a blindfold on..wasn’t long two big solid fellas came in locked the door and went to town on my hole…(I thought it was two) Two hard & deep loads, and then I heard a third voice, said he was going to piss…I offered my hole as a urinal…he was kinda shocked and I didn’t think he would…he slid his cock in and pissed for nearly a whole minute….after it started gushing outta my ass he just whipped it out and pissed in my face… I stayed a while longer just chilling, talkin to dudes..I never blew the whole day…since I have been home I have jacked off 5 times…ate the first two loads..next three got shoved up my ass. seriously…all truth…hottest day in years!!

Yes ! Yes ! Been there - done it - having party's and having fun !

Very much so. Have been fukd by many guys with criminal records.

Not sure, but you're certainly not alone in that. Occasionally I'll see a guy out and about that I know would really fuck me up physically, but yet I feel oddly arounsed. One time on the tube, this guy stepped on at a station...what we in the UK would call a very "chavvy" kind of guy...grey sweatpants, scraggly, etc. Except he was wearing either no underwear, or boxers, cause you could see more than just a bulge; it was the full outline of his cock, and it was BIG and THICK. I couldn't look away, but knew that if this guy clocked me checking it out that he'd get off at my stop with me and likely pound me into the pavement.

Chapter 11 - The Aftermath The drive home from Jasper’s was surreal, and it felt like it took forever. Brian felt violated, sexy, and numb, all at the same time. And he was scared to death. The thoughts swirling around in his mind were crowding out what he needed to be focusing on in the moment: coming up with a good lie to tell his parents about why he was out so late. His dad had texted him, and he needed to respond, but he had no clue what to say. “I was the star at an HIV positive sex party” just wasn’t going to cut it. Beyond that, he was mortified at letting anyone see him like this. He wasn’t sure while driving, but he was petrified that cum leaking out of his ass would wet his shorts. And his wrists had tender pink rings around them from the handcuffs. Thank God no one had given him a hickey- this was bad enough. Finally, about half way home, he texted his dad back and apologized for letting time get away from him, and told him that he and some friends from school had been really into the video game they were playing, and now were hoping to watch the movie version. He figured his dad would be happy he was hanging out with other kids, so he asked if he could stay a while later to watch with them, and he got the green light. So, once Brian got to his home town, he didn’t go home. He didn’t know where to go, so he drove to the high school, one place he knew would be dead on a Saturday night. He pulled in the parking lot, drove behind the school to the teacher lot, which you couldn’t see from the road, and parked his Jeep. He reclined the drivers seat back, and laid there in silence, thinking about what had just happened to him. He had the same swirling and conflicting mix of emotions he had had after Adam fucked him that first time, and when he fucked Jake without being sure of his status, and as he was walking in to the party, but this time they all played second fiddle to one overriding feeling: dread. …… Jake had a really big week ahead of him. He would be wrestling in the state finals the upcoming weekend, and he also had a big test in French on Friday. Brian didn’t take French, so he was spared that, and he was spared from having too much of Jake’s attention throughout the week. If things had been normal, Jake would surely have realized how sullen Brian was being around him. Brian felt awful. Emotionally, at first. He felt like he had probably just made the biggest mistake of his young life, and maybe his entire life. The very high likelihood that he had been infected would have been enough cause for depression, but the way Brian felt about Jake was compounding that. He had betrayed him. He had cheated on him. And he had done it in a way that all but assured him there would be no redemption. He thought about how Jasper had teased him at the end of the night, telling him that he was a slut and would probably wind up stealthing Jake because he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. The thought did cross Brian’s mind- maybe he just wouldn’t tell him and would go on like nothing happened. But what then? What if Brian tested positive, and then infected Jake. Jake would know it was Brian who did it. But even outside of fearing getting caught, Brian’s heart smacked him the face any time he contemplated hurting Jake. He had been driven by lust when he slept with Adam and when he went to the party. But lust would not be controlling him with Jake. …… The following week, Brian started to feel sick. As soon as he realized it, his stress level shot through the roof. He knew what this probably was. Brian’s symptoms knocked him out. His parents were concerned about why he seemingly had the normal flu in May, but he managed to convince them that he could handle it and they should go to work and leave him home to sleep it off. After he finally got them to leave, he managed to get himself out of bed and drive to the clinic for another HIV test. He could feel the technician at the clinic peering in to his soul, recognizing how shitty Brian felt, and what that, in combination with the test, could mean. He asked Brian if he had had unprotected sex lately, and Brian reluctantly admitted it, and they gave him the full blood test. Luckily the clinic had a lab on-sight, so Brian didn’t have to wait long for his results. He had just gotten home and back in to bed when his phone buzzed. It was the email with the results. He opened it, and for the second time that spring he desperately searched for one of two words. He scrolled down and found one: POSITIVE. Brian’s immediate reaction was stunned stillness. He stared at his phone for what must have been 30 minutes, his mind blank, absorbing this news. He was sweating and felt like death as his mind finally allowed him to piece it together: He was 18, a senior in high school. He was a straight-A student, a thin & athletic runner, a good kid on his way to a good college. And he had HIV. He dropped his phone on the floor, climbed back in to bed, and pulled the covers up over his chest. He stared at the ceiling of the bedroom he had lived in his entire life. His parents would be home that night. His little brother would be home from school in a few hours. They would all come in and check on him. And none of them would know what was wrong. They couldn’t. Not yet anyways. He couldn’t bear the thought of being that sort of disappointment. He was pretty sure they’d all be fine with him being gay. He was also pretty sure they would be furious at him for being so stupid and reckless. As he laid in bed, his mind wandered back to his pozzing. The initial fuck he endured from Adam outside, in front of all those horny men. How powerful he felt, the hot young star of the show. All these guys there lusting for him. He remembered feeling good in that moment. He even thought about what had happened up in the bedroom at the end of the night. He was still pissed, but he was at least slightly pleased that it had happened because they thought he was hot, and they all wanted him. As Brian replayed the party back in his mind, he felt his twink cock getting hard. He hadn’t cum since the party. For a moment he got angry with himself, thinking this should not be celebrated. But then he took a deep breath and tried to tell himself there was nothing he could do now- this was who he was for the rest of his life. And with that, he took his hard 7.5 inch dick in his teenage hand and started slowly caressing his new weapon. He closed his eyes and thought about Adam, who had shone his true colors the other night, and imagined impaling the bastard on his dick. He thought about fucking all those men, and their sons, their nephews. He envisioned his revenge. And soon enough, he blew a huge load all over his chest and his face, and with that, his first toxic cum had left his dick. His feeling of power was back, and he was so turned on by himself that he took his finger, ran it through the positive jizz on his chest, and gave it a taste. He exhaled, and then his frame of mind quickly flipped, and he began balling. Jake had replaced Adam and Jasper in his mind, for the first time since getting the result. He couldn’t control it, and his face became covered in tears as well as cum. Even though they had only really known each other a short time, he was pretty sure he was in love with Jake. And while he was a horny teenager who got seduced by the danger of poz chasing, he wasn’t evil. He wouldn’t be taking revenge on anyone. He had to tell Jake and end this before he could hurt him any more.

16 in a local cottage by random black bloke

13 I knew then that I wanted to be fucked.

Was 13, curious and hanging around some cruises toilets. Checking out the messages written on the cubicle walls. Did this quite a bit, always got scared and went. Was disgusted with myself, at my thoughts. Was outside on a bench watching one time, when a guy sat next to me. Old enough to be my dad, he asked me the time. Said he recognised me. Anyway offered me money, to just watch me naked - he said no touching. I followed him, he drove me to a house. Another guy was there, they wanted more than touching. The other guy was obese, he had to hold his tummy up while I sucked. I was disgusted. The original guy fucked me, while his fat friend watched. He took photos too. I was in so much pain. He kept on telling me to relax. Head was literally banging on the wall. Anyway, they gave me £20 and a pack of fags for my trouble. I was literally shivering afterwards. My arse was burning afterwards, and later that evening I shitted my pants. Anyway, he knew where I lived and went to school. He would wait for me up after school. I never new when, he would drive me to someones house or a field, and I'd play with him or his mates. Think he was making money out of me. As an adult I'm disgusted by him, I would never do that to a kid. But, if it wasn't him, it would be some else. I was hanging out in gay cruising areas, so someone would have taken the hint. I just put it down as a learning experience, a sort of coming of age. I tend to only regret the things I haven't done.

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

What a hot story, woof! I would love to find a hungry bottom at a con (soon hopefully) to pump some loads in, doesn’t matter what their status is...

Part 2 Jackson and Alverez were carefully checking each room, it was like a maze down here they had been in three Labs and 2 offices, and so far, they had found nothing except one dishevelled office papers scattered and chair over turned with what looked like black ink up one wall but that could have been caused by panic when the alarm sounded. Jackson moved up to an open glass door way to what looked like an office area small cubicles filled the space like any office in America where the windows would have been seemed to be computer screens showing the containment breach information and advising all to get to the shelter for decontamination. The screens provided no real light only casting more shadows but he though he saw a movement towards the back of the room. He muttered into his mic “Jackson to Alverez I think I've seen someone I'm moving into the office south of the lab you're in now” he moved into the room and heard a click behind him Jackson looked back to see the door had closed and a red light flashed over a slot for a key card Alverez’s voice came back over the com link “heading to you now” Jackson muttered again. “The damn door closed on me I will check on this contact then move back and try open it” a brief “Rodger “ came back over the mic and Jackson sighed and lifted the gun beginning to move. He moved down the aisle of cubicles with careful trained motions scanning for anyone who could be hiding, but the flickering computer screens and the emergency lights caused dancing shadows that made this almost impossible. He was halfway through the room about to give up when a soft thud behind him made him spin around. Something grabbed his head. There was a blur of colour in front of his face. He went to let out a shout of alarm, but it was muffled by something being forced into his mouth then down his throat. It was slimy and dripping something; he gagged at the sensation and pushed back, stumbling backwards. He landed hard on his ass looking up at what had just attacked him with his hand trying to wipe the fluid from his mouth and his eyes wide. The creature has once been a man but now … It was naked and tall maybe 6:02. Its skin was grey and pulled taught over bone and over defined muscle. Its body hair and eyes were jet black. Spider webbing across its body were black veins that pulsed with a strange toxic green light converging over the thing's heart forming an eerie replica of the bio hazard symbol. Jackson felt his eyes pulled down to the creature's crotch. A massive member hung between its legs. It was still swinging from when the thing grabbed him, and it was getting hard. Jackson was finding it hard to think, hard to breathe. His mind was fuzzy. He was too hot; he could feel his body break out into a sweat and needed to get out of his cloths. He needed to be near the creature. Its black eyes not leaving his, Jackson's hands moved clumsily to the clasps on his vest and pulled the release buckles. It clattered to the floor forgotten as he pulled off the jacket and t-shirt tossing them to the side exposing his body to the humid air, Sweat was trickling down his chest and abs both dusted with light bond hair. He realised he had never been so horny. Every nerve was on fire. He fumbled with his trousers his eyes never leaving the glorious creature In front of him. The creature seemed to sense its prey was ready and moved up to the young man caressing his body with its fingers and tongue. Jackson shivered as it seemed to spend time licking and smelling every inch it could reach abs, biceps armpits. Then when the thing's tongue and mouth pressed over his left nipple, he let out a moan of pleasure. Hard as iron and leaking precum, his cock strained against his trousers. The thing could sense the pure fluid leaking from its prey. Its hands moved to his fatigues; they were ripped off of him and flung into the darkness. The same fate befell the boxers - one swift movement and Jackson was naked only his socks and boots left, His six inch shaft hard as a rock pointing at the creature almost offering the large droplet forming on the tip. Jackson moaned. Desperate for it to touch him, his mind screamed for him to stop. "What are you doing you're not even gay and this thing is a monster!" Even that went silent when the thing sat down in front of him its head moving forward its tongue delicately licking up the droplet of precum before its mouth engulfed his whole member with one swallow. Its throat massaged him as if trying to pull the cum out of him. Waves of pleasure crashed through him; his mind almost lost to the pleasure and fog of the thing's saliva. After a short time, it pulled back and Jackson let out a whimper of loss. Collapsing unable to stand, his legs were weak after the onslaught. The thing caught him and lifted him to its face that long tongue moved down his taint. Jackson's whimper became another moan of pure pleasure as the hot breath of the creature and its long tongue met and invaded his hole. It would circle and then press in deeperf each time the ooze doing its job and opening Jackson up and getting him ready for the Gift his maker was about to give him. The creature and Jackson could hear something banging, screaming and shouting, but they were both too consumed with the hunger to pay it any real attention. The headset down by the vest on the floor was buzzing with sound, but it, too, was forgotten now. All that mattered was the thing and the pleasure it was giving him. Jackson felt himself get lowered by the things strong arms, and he felt a pressure on his hole. His mind tried to fight back. He tried to struggle, but the things grip was like steel; tears welled and fell down his face as the thing forced him down onto the huge toxic cock. He cried out as he felt like he was being impaled by molten iron his hole trying to stretch impossibly wide. His last true thought was, "This can't be happening." Then the head broke through. A flash of white-hot agony took him, but mercifully his thoughts faded and with them the pain. It was still there and spreading though him like a wild fire from where that toxic member had entered him, but the pleasure beat it out. The creatures precum already starting the corruption that would take him soon enough. He was face to face with the creature now half impaled on its cock. Full of lust wanting more, needing more. he kissed it deep. The tongue again went down his throat. There was no gagging now, no revulsion. The toxic thing moved him up and down slowly at first then faster more urgent. He broke the kiss, and Jackson's head was thrown back screaming with the pleasure as each move brought him higher and higher. Each pump of its toxic cock brought him closer. Without warning, the creature grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him balls deep ripping him open inside fully planted, fully claiming its prey. It looked him in the eyes as it screamed out its triumph, pulsing rope after rope of thick black corruption into its new creation flooding it so there was no turning back. Jackson let out one final moan of pure ecstasy as he was forced to take the whole massive toxic length. He did not notice the tearing or the pain only the pleasure as the Toxic Thing's pulsing cock had sent him over the edge, and his own cum erupted from him. The mouth of the thing he was riding swiftly engulfing his steel-hard cock not missing a drop and sucking the last of his pure fluids from him. Everything went still except for Jackson panting. The thing pulled him off of its softening cock and held him in its arms black toxic cum and blood spilling from Jackson's ruined hole and dripped down his leg pooling on the cheap office carpet like spilled ink. He whined and twitched, and the change started in earnest. His skin was already going gray, and veins were spider webbing across is body inch by inch. His dick was growing as the body fat seemed to be draining away from him. As Jackson was being reborn, the thing carried him from the room almost tenderly. Alverez looking on in horror from behind the bullet proof glass unable to help his friend.

Mark sent Justin a message on BBRT and a text to his phone that said I sent you a message on BBRT, sign inwhen you get home and look for a message from RockHard4hotass. Justin text him back and asked a ton of questions but Mark just text him back and that he could not text right now but to text back and email both me and your new friends back as soon as you reed the messages. Got it? Justin said Yes I will. Justin tried to sign on his phone but could not remember the password he had it written down on his desk. It was only two hours till he was off work but it felt like 10 hours when he was finally able to head to his car and head home. Twenty minute drive and he could sign on finally. Justin seemed to hit ever stop light, he pulled up in front of his house 25 minutes later and his neighbor Joe was out, Justin tried to rush into the house but Joe stopped him to talk about his lawn and how Justin backed up and ran over his grass at the corner of the drive. WTF, is all Justin could think about but he quickly apologized and told Joe he would not do it again and rushed into his apartment. Once inside he rushed to his computer and turned it on and pulled up BBRT and signed on. There were 25 messages, Justin opened the email and found Mark's email. Mark: Good boy, you are one horny fuck. I can not be there but a good buddy is going to help you tonight. Open his email and you must follow his instructions. You will do that right boy. Email me back that you agree and text me. No questions, just be a good boy and help my buddy out. Justin paused and tried to think, he was rock hard and then a text came in. It was from Mark, "Hey boy, I see you opened my email now send me an email back and text me that you will follow my buddies instructions and service him like the good little cock hound you are!" Got it? Justin sent the email, saying wanted to help out his buddy and he would follow his instructions. He then text Mark the same, Mark text back open his email he is horny as fuck and needs you! Do it now! Justin text him back Okay! He put the mouse over the email, he could see it read Slut you ready for some big dick! Justin took a deep breath and opened the email. Slut boy, you have two minutes to send me your address, phone number. If I do not hear from you in the next two minutes I will block you. Justin emailed him back with his address and phone number and then went to look at his pictures. Wow, this guy had a hot body and he was young and hung. His profile says negative, what a relief Justin thought, then his phone buzzed. Fuck Just looked at it and it had to be this guy, Slut I am heading over be there in 20 min. Shower and clean out, I may want to taste that boy pussy. Justin had only done enema's twice before and he remembered he had one from the three pack. Justin got undressed and grabbed it from under the sink and followed his guys instructions. While he was cleaning up and out, Justin thought fuck what the hell am I doing. His dick was rock hard and he finished up and slipped on a jock and a pair of basket ball shorts and a tank top. Then his phone buzzed again. I am two minutes away, I want the door unlocked, you on your knees, I want you in a jock and nothing else. Justin Froze. The guys text do you hear me? Just text back okay. Text me when you are on your knees in front of the door with your eyes looking at the floor. Just quickly got in place and text him and it was not more than ten second later Justin hear the door open and he was so tempted to look up but he kept his gaze on the floor. He heard the guy say, fucking hot little slut! Keep looking down, Justin did and he saw the guys feet come into site. Work out shoes, maybe he had come from the gym? Just soon felt the guys crotch against his head and the guy said look up a little and kiss my dick you fag. Justin started to his the guys crotch, he was not sure he liked being called a fag but his dick was even harder for some reason. Was this guy actually straight, OMG. The guy let Justin kiss on his dick and balls and then he told Justin to suck his cock, Justin went to pull the guys short down and the guy slapped his head, Fucker I did not say take my shorts down, suck it right there like you have been kissing it. Justin was annoyed that he had hit him so hard but his dick seemed to like it and Justin sucked away at the guys dick and then without notice the guys pulled on the sides of his shorts and let his dick flop out. This is what the little fag has wanted all day isn't it. His and suck the head boy, Justin kissed the head and it was all cummy and then he licked it and sucked on it and took a little more in his mouth and really wanted to go deep but the guy held his head and said go slow faggot slut. Good boy, Just could feel him getting harder the more he sucked. The guy kicked off his shoes and said where is your bed fag? Justin pointed, the guys said, don't look at me just turn toward your room and go to the end of your bed and get on yours knees just like you were when I walked in. I will be right in.

Chapter V. I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies now surrounding and devouring my boy. He had two cocks in his ass, one in his mouth, one in each hand, and was already covered with cum, much of which I knew was POZ. I backed out of the room, completely overwhelmed by the raw sex show all around me. I climbed the stairs, providing an overview of the debauchery below. The twin bartenders were tag-teaming a muscle stud on the bar, and the POZ pornstar had five asses turned up in front of him. He would plow one hole for a few strokes and then move onto the next eager bottom. I was mesmerized, but still needed to catch my breath. The bathroom was the first door I opened, and I let myself in. I turned on the faucet and let the water run, seeing my face in the mirror. My cock was shiny from double-fucking my boy and stirring so much cum from other guys that my pubes were clotted with seed. I turned around and saw just how much George had abused my ass with his rough fucking. I pushed out and globs of his toxic load oozed out. I knew it was me in the mirror, but I was different: I was now a cumwhore. And I liked it. The door opened behind me. It was Brad, our hulking sexy hunk host. “You okay,” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned. I nodded. “You come up here hoping I would follow you?” I wasn’t sure myself what to answer. He approached me and wrapped his muscular arms around me with a tight bear hug. I melted into his furry pecs. He reached around and fingered my gaping hole. “Hope George wasn’t too rough on you. Let me soothe that burning hole for you…” Brad took my hand and let me through a connecting door to the master bedroom. There, on a huge king-sized bed, was my boy, ass up. Brad closed and locked the door behind me. “This way, we won’t be disturbed,” he remarked with a smile. The walls were glass on three sides, overlooking the beach and the ocean. It was a stunning view, but I knew anyone on the beach could look up and see what was happening upstairs. Brad positioned me down next to my boy, face in the mattress, ass up. He pressed the small of my back so it was arched. My boy reached over and held my hand as Brad dove in and started lapping at my hole, sucking out George’s cum, and chewing on me. He got me moaning, which my boy silenced by shoving his tongue down my throat. Brad pulled away from my ass and went to town on my boy’s much more open, much more cummy hole. He got a mouth full of strangers’ seed as he worked his fingers into my ass. He then pried me open and spit those loads into me. My boy might have gotten more dick, but I was quickly catching up to his load count. Brad fingered more cum out of my boy and smeared it onto his huge cock. He leaned forward, all of his masculine weight on my back, and chewed on my ear. “I’ve already bred your boy once, but he wanted to be here for this, sharing in your conversion…” I shivered as my boy reached over and jerked Brad’s cock with one hand, aiming it at my hole, as with the other he pried my cheeks apart so Brad could slip in without any difficulty. And so it was: my hole opened up and took every inch until I felt Brad bottom out. I’d never felt so full, or so resigned to something that I knew I wanted all along. Brad was gentle as he fucked me, with measured pace, and controlled rhythm. I sensed that he wanted this to last, but he might have taken longer because he had, after all, just POZZED my boy. His breathing became shallower and quicker, but his hips rocked forward at a steady pace. “I’m gonna breed you, seed you, convert you, change you forever, make you mine, own your pussy, just like all the others…” With that, he held his hips still, balls deep in me, firing off his POZ cum deeper into my guts than I had ever been bred before. My boy held my head, cradling me, and kissed me gently as Brad slowly withdrew. Brad climbed around and slipped his tool between our mouths, and we both dutifully sucked it clean. Kissing my boy around the cock that had just POZZED us both seemed so right, so natural. Brad bent down and tenderly kissed us both. He excused himself and my boy wrapped himself around me. Notwithstanding the noise from the party downstairs, we both nodded off, and awoke hours later as the sun was rising over the ocean. The house was silent, and only the sound of the waves on the shore filled the room. My boy kissed me, and took my hand as we got up, and tiptoed out of the house. We passed more than a dozen naked guys in the living room, all knocked out, many of them knocked up. We held hands as we walked down the beach, both naked and sore, but both very content with what had happened. We knew we could catch the first ferry to get into the city and see a doctor right away for PEP, but we didn’t. We sat on the shore as the sun climbed higher and higher, knowing that we’d be back at Brad’s getting bred, together, sooner rather than later.