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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.

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

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.

This question is actually a little broader than the title implies. There's a lot of talk on BZ about bottoms who host anon scenes in hotel rooms (waves flag) and the Tops who fuck them there. But just as there are plenty of hetero men who would never think of visiting a strange woman for sex in a hotel room, there must also be plenty of gay men for whom the idea of going to a hotel for an anonymous fuck with a stranger is an outrageous notion, beyond the pale, something only done by... certain kinds of people. If you're a Top who fucks anon bottoms at sketchy places, answers hosting ads for a quick shag, and otherwise uses such opportunities as they arise to get your rocks off, what's your philosophy about this? Why do you think you do it when others don't? If you're the kind of Top who never would, is there any reason beyond STD prudence or loyalty to significant others? Is there a community sense of stigma involved? Is there a stratification of the fucking world in which we cumdumps occupy a level considered [banned word] by some other stratum of gay society? I'm curious about this. I'm perfectly proud and content to service any man at all, yet I have a feeling that there are some who would not avail themselves of my service on principle.

Pet's Reward By Hozzel They lay on the wide bed together, the master on his back and his faithful pet alongside, naked warm bodies huddled against the cool, dark night. Ghostly light from the TV shadows white sheets rumpled from earlier erotic exercise. Pet pops awake. Stiff, ready for more, he slowly slides his leg over Master's muscular thigh. Why not? he thinks with lecherous intent. He presses himself and carefully flicks his nervous tongue at Master's forearm. Master awakes from his doze, sucks a surprised lungful of air. His right arm reaches around Pet's head and neck. Pet's leg slides sensually along Master's again, knee just touching Master's sensitive scrotum. 'Ah,' Master rumbles softly. 'Is my pet still hungry?' 'Still. Yes. Very.' 'Insatiable wench, aren't you. Did I not feed you well enough before?' 'You sucked me dry, but your fucking me…I'm still famished. I want you to fuck me again.' 'Loving words of endearment,' Master laughs, 'will get you everything you desire and more.' Pet firmly presses himself against Master's right side, cups the base of Master's warm balls and flaccid penis, rotates his fingers around them, hefts the pliant orbs, heavy with more delicious juice. With finger and thumb, Pet flops Master's heavy cock back and forth before grasping it gently. He slides his hand up and down the veined skin and slowly pulls back Master's still-slick foreskin. 'Hmmm,' Master purrs. 'Your appetite knows no bounds.' 'I still have needs,' Pet softly begs. In his thin-fingered fist, Master's cock thickens, lengthens, grows. Pet lightly slides his hand up to the sensitive top then back along the stem, relishing the hardening member and what he has caused. It is his Master's involuntary approval. Pet relishes the little responses he creates; the shiver and tightening, the flex and hardening, all the little quivers he causes. To create such delicious reactions warms Pet's prurient heart. Reactions matter, and the depth of response matters more. From his simple rubbing, the crown becomes a dark smooth purple, tight with blood, savage with building emotion. Pet's own penis reacts, too, and stretches against Master's muscular thigh. Pet pulls his hips back but Master reaches around Pet's head and pushes Pet back. Pet's sensitive cock swells as well. As he continues to softly rub Master's swollen glans, Master breathes harder. Suddenly, Pet chuckles and jerks Master, slips his grip along the stem, making sure the glans are rubbed on each increasingly fast stroke. Some lube would have helped but it is too distant and Master is responding anyway: his hips move slightly. 'Suck,' Master commands. Pet stops masturbating and sits up. In the soft glow, his lean body creates an enticing shadow. Bending, slowly Pet's lips slide down the knob, the shaft, down as far as he can then back up until he is almost off. As he repeats this, Pet urgently flutters Master's knob with the tip of his wet tongue. Master gasps. 'Oh ... yes!' Pet licks and sucks and wanks in the manner he likes most. That is his job: sexually please his master. This is one of his arts: fellatio. 'Finger,' Master commands. Continuing to suck, Pet curls his right hand beneath Master's balls. His fingers probe Master's arse, part the cheeks, press through. He finds Master's anal ring and rubs gently, knowing himself just how enticing that feels. With fondness, he remembers Master probing prior to penetration and then the glorious fuck. He wants it again. Master's eyes close. He groans, his body jumps. He breathes deeply, his hairy chest rises and falls. Pet presses a finger into Master while continuing to suck and probe strongly. The ring stretches easily and Pet's finger pops through. 'Ah, yes, my pet, that's ... it.' Pet fucks his middle finger in and out of Master's anus, rubbing the smooth prostate at the same time as sucking Master's cock. He knows he can give master repeated little orgasms with this technique. 'Oh yes, oh, yes, that's right. You're doing so well, my pet! Oh ... wow! I'm getting ... there. You're going ... to ... make me ... cum ... you fucking vixen.' Master's body tenses. His feel press against the mattress. He holds Pet against his side as hard as he can while the small orgasm shoots through his nerves like an electric bolt. Master pants, 'More! Make me cum again!' Pet rubs harder with his middle finger and continues sucking and licking. He can feel Master's prostate swell and fill, becoming hard and large, ready to burst. It is a nice feeling. Pet relishes his ability to do this. If asked, he would stimulate Mater's prostate all day, forcing hundreds of little orgasms. He tucked the thought away for future use. Master pushes down on Pets' finger with his rear muscles. On and on Pet intensely rubs and sucks. Master grunts loudly. His hips push up and, suddenly, he spurts. Pet coughs, quickly clamps his mouth down on Master's pulsing cock, and tries to swallow as much and as fast as he can. Shot after salty shot fills Pet's mouth. He swallows again. He knows how rude it feels if any thick fluid escapes. Pet thinks Master is finished and raises his head, withdraws his digit. 'Keep going!' Master's words are a surprise. Pet renews sucking and increases his anal strokes to lightening speed. Mumbles; 'There too?' 'Yes! Yes!' Master gulps air at a frantic rate, almost in time to Pet's finger. Another minute later, Pet's actions are once again rewarded with Master's liquid and physical thrashing. Master gasps, 'Pet! Fuck! Now! Now!' 'Really?' 'Yes! Fuck now!' At Master's command, withdrawing his finger, Pet rises, places his hands on Master's hips, straddles Master's thighs. Master can see Pet is fully erect, his smaller cock glistening in the dim light, delicious, throbbing, ready. Pet grunts when he lowers his arse to the tip of Master's cock. 'Quick,' Master breathes. 'Get me in!' Pet pushes down, feels Master's thick cock work up to his rosebud. Using a trick he knows, Pet flexes his anus so Master's thick girth can easily slide deep. Pet releases a breath as he settles. 'How do you feel?' 'I feel,' Pet says, 'full. You've become quite large. And deep.' 'Does it hurt?' 'Fuck no, just very stuffed. I really love it. You can stay there all day if you ever want to.' 'Good. I will stuff my cock up your greedy arse whenever I choose.' Master places his large hands on Pet's knees. 'Feel this.' Pet feels the enormous slug slide even further inside, a huge pressure forcing his tight happy-hole open. He breathes, forces himself to relax and settle. He is stuffed full of Master's huge girth. Master smiles. 'You like that, don't you.' 'I love it!' Master laughs. 'Then fuck me.' Pet moves slightly up then settles down, taking Master's cock all the way inside his slim body. He feels truly engorged. To him, it is the most wonderful feeling, his anus full of hard, rampant cock. He has felt many cocks and he has loved them all. Master reaches, touches Pet's cockhead. He gently rubs the tip. Pet moans and rocks forward and back, sliding Master's own cock in and out. As he fucks, the full pressure subsides and is replaced by a wonderful feeling as his own special spot is stimulated. 'Speak!' 'Oh! Yes. I feel it ... I feel you ... in my arse ... inside me. You're so big. So huge. So strong. Sliding. Fucking me. Oh. Oh! It's wonderful! Ug!' Pet breathes hard as he fucks and concentrates on the building feelings. Master strains upwards and fucks back. Master's breathing increases. A hand grasps Pet's leg. Fingers dig. His other hand squeezes Pet's hard cock in encouragement. 'Oh, god,' Pet stammers. 'I love your powerful cock inside my arse. I –' Pet's words are lost in further groans as Master pumps into Pet faster and faster. Suddenly he thrusts up. Nearly knocking Pet off, Master's cock spasms for a third time. He shoots this time, his body shaking, and shoots again with each strong stroke. Blast after blast coats Pet's squeezing rectum. Breathing hard, Master releases Pet's cock and orders: 'Fuck me.' Eyes wide, Pet slowly pulls off Master. 'Are you sure?' Master raises his knees, opens his muscular legs wide. Hovering over the eager man, Pet slides back until the swollen tip of his cock is at the rear gate. Parting Master's buttocks, Pet pushes but is unable to penetrate. 'Fuck me!' Master orders. 'I can't seem to –' 'Get that fucking cock into my arse and breed me. Now!' He reaches a hand down, between their bodies, holds his shaft and presses again. At the same time, Master tugs Pet's hips hard while flexing his anus. Pet's shaft pops through the sphincter. 'That's it!' Master breathes. 'Now get in all the way. Don't mess about now, just fuck my arse. Ride me hard. Make me feel it. Make me proud.' Placing his hands on Master's spread knees, Pet first pulls back then pushes in again, out then in, repeating slowly. As he hardens further and Master loosens, Pet finds he can buck faster. He leans over Master, digs toes into the bed. He loves the tightness, the heat, the sweat of their bodies, their loud breaths, the panting, noises. Especially loves their explicit words of sexual encouragement. He enjoys Master's face as it twists and churns in pleasure. Pet fucks long, deep and hard, Master's legs tightly hooked against his arms. Even though Pet is topping, Master is in charge. Pet is fucking to Master's lyrics, Master's desires, Master's pleasure. Master tightens his anus and Pet laughs, plunging on. 'Caught you!' Master chortles. 'I ... can't fuck ... if you ... do that!' Pet pants. Pet releases Masters legs, leans forward onto Master's chest. He feels Master's still-hard cock between them. Pet holds his body back up with straight arms. 'You're still fuckin' hard.' 'Of course I am. You know I can always keep going.' Grinning together, their hips grind, they synchronise their movements, both fucking in time with each other, like a nicely tuned wave. 'I can feel you slide inside my butt. God, it's good.' Soon they gasp and moan, writhe and groan. For Pet, it is pure joy. He loves fucking for the shear sake of it and he loves giving orgasms, as many as possible, and Master appears quite capable of several. Giving Master several by fucking alone is shear tumultuous joy. 'Fuckin' cum!' Master shouts. 'Shoot that jism! Fill me now, you cocksucker! Right fuckin' now!' Master slaps Pet's buttocks then grasps each round cheek and pulls hard. Pet fucks and – shouting loudly to enhance the emotional explosion – his cock erupts inside Master, spurt after spurt, filling him again. The intense sexual feeling causes him to moan uncontrollably. Staying firmly lodged, Pet lapses down. Their chests heave with mutual heavy breathing. They look at each other and erupt in laughter. Pet licks Master's lips, pushes his tongue in and then they kiss. Tender then hard, tongues explore and slide and stimulate. 'Shit, that was good,' Master says. Pet feels on top of the world. He has served well but has also done what he enjoys most: making someone else cum. He says, 'You sure came alot.' 'Must be who I'm with. I am really turned on still, too.' Master rubs Pet's arms. 'Ok, next time you can be master and I'll be your pet. How about that?' 'Absofuckenlootely.' 'But –' Master says, moving his hips, sliding Pet's still hard cock in and out, '– I think I'd like to cum again. Fuck some more.' 'Five times? Wow. Sure.' 'Have fun!' And they do. ### This is an original short scene written by Hozzel July 2012. It was originally published on asstr with a different pseudonym. Revised April and July 2021. I love to hear from readers, their experiences and fantasies and dreams.

Most hotels, big or small, whether in the FQ or CBD, will be screening visitors if there is a front desk. You don't get in without either a room key of your own, or with someone who has one (and the hotel may or may limit the number of people who can enter at one time with a registered guest). So don't plan on having guys come in unaccompanied - and that's not just a "after 10 PM" thing, it's all day, every day. They aren't particularly interested in policing who you have sex with, or how many guys, but they do NOT want unaccompanied people wandering the halls, looking for open rooms, etc. Property crime is an issue there and nobody wants to add to that. The situation is not likely to be much better at a lot of the short-term rentals. You might luck out and find one that has a private street entrance that the owner isn't monitoring, but no guarantees on that. You'll probably have to pick up guys the old fashioned way, in person. For what it's worth, there is no "host hotel" for Decadence. The Bourbon Orleans frequently gets flagged as such, probably because it pays for some sort of sponsorship for something connected to Southern Decadence, but SD itself is a big street and bar party. There's no ticket to attend (individual bars will have cover charges, and some offer multi-day passes, but that's ordinarily only for the bars with dance floors). For the most part, people are out on the street enjoying themselves (not having sex in the streets, but open containers are allowed in the FQ), or in the bars - they're not likely to be glued to the apps looking for cumdumps in a hotel that they probably won't be able to get into anyway. It's just not that kind of event. As for eating and playing tourist and such: good luck, but I think your 2,000 calorie meal idea is unlikely to do you much good. Once the food has passed deep into your guts, you're going to get hungry again. Finally: I'll note that there ARE some parties - circuit type things - but the vast majority of Decadence attendees don't go. It's a street event, and most people are going to be out in the streets in the areas between the bars (or in the bars along those strips).

I've never been to steam works, sounds like a pretty hot time! But I have been to bars and such and been both the center of attention and the guy sitting off to the side. I'm not a 20-something anymore and am ok that that is what some guys are looking for. I enjoy the friendships I've made, and have been hooked up with some hot tops by some bottom buddies that I've made over time. In short, time flies by and you won't always attract the same attention. It's good to make friends along the way, and competition can hinder that. Making real friends can help you stay in the game long after looks fade.

That was my first expectation of the events. Last we heard from them, they sounded laboured and Karl gave an odd grunt. But as the scene concluded, the others turned up (though unnamed), and watched Alvarez and the Alpha wrap up Andy's rape. Maybe the others were occupied with Shiro and Karl? Either scenario is entirely possible. I wonder what terrible fate awaits Grey.

Thank you for coming back to this, fantastic to hear what happens next

This is one of my fav stories! Please continue!

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.

i completely agree! a Man spitting directly into my mouth, making me swallow then making me suck his cock or kissing me is a very intimate way of establishing dominance. it's a mix of degradation, affection, dominance. just amazing! love spit!

You bring up so many points! One that is especially true .....just because someone has a big dick and black doesn’t make them a top. Completely can relate! It is especially frustrating when guys see my color and dick size and expect a dominant top dude. I’m also athletic and into ‘traditional’ guy activities and socialize well with the straights. It doesn’t mean I wanna top.......stereotypes are a bitch! It can complicate things for ‘non-traditional’ 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.

I do like them much shorter. Rectum sex is awkward but the process is easier and feels more natural with a smaller boy. I want to push him around as necessary without feeling like I'm moving heavy furniture. I also like seeing my impact on him as I push deep into his little body. That said, an inordinate number of rather tall men want me to ram them hard. They're often sturdy and their cunts can take a beating. So it's not out of the question. As to masculinity: yes. Fat: no.

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.”

I was 12 and it was by my 16 yo brother. We were both adopted so I didn’t think it was inappropriate at all. I started out walking out of the bathroom after a shower with nothing on, drying my hair and he’d come into my room to just chat…well that didn’t last long before he had my cock in his mouth and had me moaning like a love-struck whore! As time went by, I eventually got tired of just being sucked off, so I decided 1 day that I wanted him in me. He ate my ass out really well and made sure to spit ALOT on his cock before he had me bend over my bed and he was balls deep in me within seconds - I was hooked. He plowed me rough and hard that first time which was fine by me because we had to make it quick before we went to baseball practice (Dad was the Coach). We did it practically everyday until he went to college - and boy were there times that we almost got caught by the skin of my balls…I remember it fondly to this day!!!!

My uncle started me when I was in diapers. It was just part of the routine of having my diaper changed . I don’t remember, this is just what he told me. The first time I remember sucking his cock was age 4 or 5. It was hard work but he’d tell me what a good boy I was and cuddle with me afterwards. That was the best.

12 with an older man

13 I knew then that I wanted to be fucked.

Chapter 10 - The Guest of Honor As Adam walked away, Brian went over and grabbed his clothes. He put his sneakers back on; the concrete patio was hot from the sun and he didn’t bring anything else to put on his feet. Everything else he balled up and set on a lawn chair by the pool, unsure what else to do with it. Walking around outside in just his Asics was a trippy experience for him. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his entire body, and he realized he wasn’t sure he’d ever been totally naked outside before. He was also aware of all of the eyes on him. The guys didn’t rush up and form a line. Many were eating, drinking, chatting. But almost all were watching. Brian wondered if this was going to be just a constant fuck fest, but to his relief it wasn’t. He was intent on having fun, a lot of fun, but he wasn’t sure he could take every single guy one after another. Jasper noticed Brian looking around like a deer at a rock concert, unsure what to do next. “Bri, come on over here man!” he waved the spatula and invited Brian back over to the grill area. As Brian got close, Jasper continued “That, my friend, was a good first showing. How do you feel?” “I’m not sure there are words for how I feel right now” Brian said contemplatively. “Ha, well, that makes sense. I hope you think sexy might be a contender though. That was a fucking hot show, but moreover, you are amazingly sexy Bri.” Brian blushed and nodded his head. He still wasn’t used to being thought of as sexy, not being a tanned football jock… “Here” Jasper tossed him a bottled water. “Drink up. Want a burger? Can’t have you passing out of an empty stomach while you’re playing.” He paused and looked up with a coy smile as if he just realized something “Well, maybe we could…. No no, this is a party, you should eat. And drink, there’s beer all over the place and a well stocked bar just inside. Raul is tending and he makes a mean Grasshopper if you want something sweet.” “Sure, thanks” Brian replied on auto-pilot, still getting his bearings. Jasper handed him a plastic plate with a cheeseburger on it, and nodded towards one of the tables. “Have a seat and enjoy.” It was blowing Brian’s mind that he was at a gay sex party, naked, cum still leaking out of his ass, holding a plate with a cheeseburger on it. This was definitely the weirdest day of his life. He sat down at the table with a couple other guys, thankful that the wrought iron chairs had padded seats. He was shy at first, listening as a couple of them talked about plans for visiting Washington DC for Leather Weekend. One guy, a late 30s redhead with a well-built and freckled body, quickly lost interest in that conversation and started chatting up the new twink at the table. “Oh hi, I’m Owen!” he said enthusiastically. “Can I just tell you how fucking young you look, and how fucking hot that is.” “Uh, thanks.” “Are you really 18? Not that I would…” “Watch it Owen…” another 30 something at the table cut him off before he could finish that sentence. This guy wasn’t quite as hot as Owen, and he was still wearing a tank top and jeans, as opposed to Owen’s green bathing suit and flip flops. “Yup, really 18” Brian replied. “A senior in high school, huh? How the hell did you wind up here?” the other guy asked. “Oh don’t be a fucking buzzkill George” Owen snapped. “He’s here because he’s a teenager, he’s horny, and he wants cock, obviously. Isn’t that right Brian?” “Yeah, um, Adam invited me, and… well I thought it was crazy at first. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and here I am.” Brian, George, and Owen chatted for a couple minutes while Brian finished his burger and Owen downed a beer. They talked about college, Boston, and Brian told him about his first encounter with Adam. Finally, Owen cut Brian off mid-sentence and asked “So, you ready for more cock boy?” Brian was a bit thrown by the sudden change of subject, but Owen leaned back and showed off the hard cock tenting his swimsuit. “Well, yeah, that’s why I’m here” Brian said with a smirk, starting to get used to being the guest of honor. Owen lifted his ass off the chair, quickly slid down his shorts, slumped back so his cock was standing up right at the edge, and said “hop on man.” Brian got up, rounded the table, and stood naked in front of Owen, whose green eyes lit up at the sight of Brian’s scrawny pale body in front of him. Unsure what to do now, Brian asked “Um, how do you want me?” “Turn around, and sit down on my cock.” Brian did as he was told, and turned around to see George smiling at the two of them with reluctant approval, and seeing several other guys turn their attention to him again for round two. He maneuvered back towards Owen and reached back, grabbing for Owen’s cock. As he found it in his hand, he guided his ass backwards and lined up his asshole the hard cockhead. This was a very new position for him, but he liked it. He was servicing a hot guy, and he was doing it completely of his own power. He slowly backed himself on to Owen’s cock. Owen was smaller that Adam by a couple inches, but it still felt great lowering himself on to a hard dick. He had to will himself to get Owen’s cock through his hole, as there was no one pushing into him this time. Once he got Owen’s cock inside him, he kept lowering himself down until his ass cheeks were firmly planted on Owen’s hips and he had taken his cock balls deep. Owen was holding Brian’s back as he paused for a second to adjust. Brian placed his hands on Owen’s knees and started picking himself up off the cock, and then slid right back down with a moan. “Fuck yeah boy, ride my cock. I can feel Adam’s cum in you you fucking slut, you 18 year old whore.” Owen thrusted his hips upward to meet Brian’s lowering ass, making him yelp. Brian kept picking himself up and lowering himself down as Owen continued hurling dirty talk at him. “Fucking faggot boy sliding on my hot cock. You love it you high school piece of shit. Take my man cock kid.” Compared to Adam, Owen didn’t last long. Brian had pulled himself almost all the way off, and getting egged on by Owen’s talk, slammed down on to his dick as hard as he could. He heard Owen shut up and groan as he bucked his hips up and released his load in Brian’s ass. After taking in Owen’s cum for a moment, Brian slid off Owen’s dick. Owen slapped his ass and said “thanks kid, that was hot. Enjoy that cum” before standing up and heading in to the house. Brian was again unsure what to do, but this time he didn’t have to wait long. An older guy, maybe 60, was laying down on one of the lounge chairs by the pool. He yelled over “Hey kid, come here.” Brian wandered over, still wearing just sneakers, swaying a bit as that strange position (and his second cock of the day) had left him kind of wobbly. As Brian walked up to the new guy, he swung his legs off the chaise lounge and beckoned Brian in close, and without saying anything else, grabbed Brian’s cock and took it in his mouth. Brian just stood there and received a nice blowjob from this guy whose name he didn’t even know. After a minute or so. he was fully hard. The guy let his dick out of his mouth and looked up at Brian. “So rude of those two to use your nice little hole but not even offer to get you off.” Brian hadn’t even really thought about it, but this guy was right. “Uh, yeah, I guess I haven’t cum yet.” “Jasper said your versatile?” “Yeah” “Good, then it’s time to get you off and empty your balls a bit.” He climbed back on to the lounge chair ass up and spread his cheeks, inviting Brian to enter. “Fuck me, young Brian”. His grabbed his hard, spit-covered dick and lined it up with the guy’s ass. The chair was higher than most lounges, so he had to stand up on the balls of his feet to reach, but sure enough, he slid his teenage dick into the old man’s warm ass. This guy was no Jake; he was far from a virgin. Brian’s cock slid in without too much trouble and found itself resting in a warm, comfortable hole. It felt different, not having to fight for each inch, but Brian liked it. It gripped his cock nicely and he easily bottomed out. He held his cock there for a moment before he heard the guy say “fuck me hard boy”. Brian accepted his invitation. He started pounding him as hard as he could, holding on to his hips for fear he would send him flying with a thrust. He was so zoned in on fucking this random guy that he didn’t notice how many partygoers were watching now. The sight of Brian’s young lean body taking control was getting the bottoms at the party all hot and bothered. Every muscle in his body was working hard in this position; his legs were straining as he stood up on his feet and bucked his hips hard, and his arms and chest were flexed as he held his prey in position. His body was beginning to glisten with sweat. The loud slapping noise punctuated an otherwise quiet moment at the party, accented by grunts from both the teenager and the old man. After a few minutes of hard pounding, Brian unleashed inside the man’s hole. He felt rope after rope of his cum flowing in to this guy’s ass as he finally exploded after getting fucked twice already. He kept thrusting his cock in deep in the guy’s ass until every last bit of cum had escaped his dick. Once he finished, the man simply fell back on to the lounge chair, laying on his stomach, and Brian heard him say “good job kid, thanks”. Standing there with a cum-soaked cock, Brian looked around and finally saw all his admirers watching, again. He had never felt more alive, more powerful, more wanted. He just wrecked the ass of some older man whose name he didn’t even know, at party full of gay men. He felt good. He walked over to a free lounge chair and laid down on his back, letting his naked skin soak in the sun while he caught his breath and giving his body a break after three intense fucking sessions. One tall skinny guy, probably in his early thirties, came over and cleaned off Brian’s cock with his mouth. Brian didn’t even say a word to him as he did, and soon enough he was taking Brian’s second load of the day down his throat. ******* It was getting later in the evening, and Brian was exhausted. By his count, he had been fucked 4 times, topped two guys, been blown by a couple more, and sucked off more than he could remember. He wondered how much cum he had inside him now, both in his ass and in his stomach. He had his ass eaten out once and had made out with several guys, some who he did more with, others who only wanted to kiss him and feel up his twink body. It hadn’t quite been a non-stop fuckfest for him; he had had time to walk around, take a dip in the pool, get a buzz off some delicious cocktails from the bar. It would have been quite a fun party even if he wasn’t naked and getting laid for most of it. As the sun started to set, he realized that he should probably get going home. He hadn’t told his parents he was going to be staying over anywhere, and if he stayed much longer they would be pissed that he didn’t update them on what he was up to. He went to find Jasper to let him know he was leaving, to thank him, and to figure out where they had put his clothes. Brian was sad he didn’t get to see Jasper naked, but he couldn’t complain after all the fun he had. He wandered in to the house and found Jasper coming down from upstairs. “Hey man, it’s getting late, I should be getting home. Do you know where my clothes went?” “So soon? Did we wear you out? You certainly did well out there today, you made a lot of guys very happy.” “Haha thanks. No it’s just that my parents will be expecting me.” “Right, I could almost forget you’re still in high school after watching you do what you did today. I put your clothes upstairs. Hold here one sec and I’ll show you up there.” Jasper walked off for a moment, but was back quickly and motioned for Brian to follow him up the stairs. “You know you are really a beautiful boy” he said as they reached the second floor landing. Brian chuckled “if you say so.” “You don’t think so?” “I’m just a skinny nerdy kid. Maybe if you could teach me how to put on some muscle and I could get a tan, then maybe.” “Kid, come on, you are one fucking hot twinky neg boy… well, for the moment.” With that, Jasper opened the door to one of the bedrooms and walked in. It was pretty dark in the room, the curtains were drawn, and Brian noticed that for some reason Jasper didn’t turn on the lights. Maybe the light coming in from the hallway was enough? Brian walked in expecting to find his clothes laid out on the bed, but instead he didn’t see anything. Then, all of a sudden, he felt Jasper leap on to him. He basically threw Brian up on to the bed and in a flash got on top of the boy so he couldn’t move. Brian figured Jasper wanted to fuck him quickly before he left, which he was totally fine with. “Jasper! I’ve gotta go but if you wanna do this quick I think I could take one more load.” Brian could barely see Jasper’s face, but he could make out what looked like an evil grin, and for some reason he didn’t respond and just held Brian still for a moment. “What?” Brian puzzled. Then he heard the door shut behind Jasper. Someone else had come in. Brian recognized the guy; he hadn’t talked to him at all yet at the party, but he had been staring at him all day. A muscled Italian guy whose name he didn’t know, he did see him chatting with Jasper alone a lot. The Italian walked up alongside the bed and grabbed Brian’s right arm, which had been hanging off the side of the bed, and that’s when Brian felt it. He felt the handcuff clasp closing around his wrist, and saw the Italian man fasten the other side to the wrought iron headboard. “What the fuck, hey guys come on I’ve got to go home!” Brian exclaimed as his playful tone started giving way to genuine concern. Then, Jasper hopped off of Brian to the other side of the bed from the Italian, all while keeping hold of Brian’s left arm. Brian started to struggle, but it was no use against Jasper’s powerful grip, and soon he saw a second pair of handcuffs get closed over his other wrist and attached again to the headboard. “What’s going on!?” Brian complained. “Should we do his feet too? I’ve got some rope” the Italian said with not an ounce of playfullness in his voice. “No,” Jasper replied, “he’s not going anywhere. Plus we have him face up so we’ll need good access to his ass. We can just hold down his legs if needed.” Then Brian saw the door open and a third guy walked in to the dark room. He flipped a dim table lamp on near the door, lighting up the room just enough for Brian to see what was going on. It was Adam. “Oh good, you got him” Adam said to Jasper and the Italian. Jasper moved around to the foot of the bed and grabbed Brian’s legs by the ankles. His legs were skinny enough that Jasper almost entirely wrapped one hand around each one and brought them together, holding Brian down in a totally vulnerable position. Brian looked up at him. Even though he had spent the day fucking around, his eyes were full of fear. This felt different. “Did you think there was any chance you were going to leave this house still HIV-negative Brian?” Jasper asked matter-of-factly? Brian didn’t say anything, but he could feel himself starting to shake as his nerves took hold. “I noticed you didn’t say a word about your status as you were fucking around all day. That’s fine. My guess is you think it’s hot, getting fucked by older men who might be poz, who might infect you, but you still think that you’ll probably leave here, go back to your boyfriend, and be totally fine. Well, kid, that’s not going to happen.” Jasper was right. Brian was playing a dangerous Russian roulette. He craved taking the poz cum because it was risky, but he hadn’t fully committed to chasing it. He acquiesced to being the guest of honor at the party and figured he’d roll the dice, but he had gotten away with it once and thought there was a decent chance he was going to get away with it again. Jasper slid down his shorts, and Brian could see a large biohazard tattoo crowning his cock and balls. He continued talking after Brian’s silence, malice intent now clear in his voice. “Adam told you he was going to make sure you got pozzed this time. And damnit, we’re going to make sure of it, just like when I pozzed him.” Brian started to struggle, attempting to use his still-free legs to get out of this mess, but Jasper was far too strong. He ended up just writhing around on the bed, his now sunburnt body straining against restraints that weren’t going to be escaped from, tears beginning to well his eyes. “Come on man, I’ve got to go home! My parents are going to kill me if I stay any longer!” Brian couldn’t deny that he knew the risks of coming here, so he just tried to get out of it with that excuse. But of course, Jasper was right. “Please don’t do this” Brian whimpered. “Why not?” Brian paused, unsure if there were any arguments that would get him out of this. Clearly his parents weren’t going to do the trick (although he was going to have to figured out what to tell them), and he gave up the right to say he didn’t want to get pozzed when he walked through the door. He could only think of one other thing. “My boyfriend.” “Umm… yeah?” Jasper replied mockingly. “I mean, if you are as big a slut as I think you are, you won’t tell him, and you’ll end up pozzing him too. And then I can add another convert to my collection.” “No!!” The Italian took hold of Brian’s right leg, and handed Jasper a toothbrush. Adam came over and took hold of the left. “Adam, please let me go.” Brian appealed to his first lover. Adam just laughed in his face. “Step one, let’s fuck up your little teenage boy pussy. Make sure we have easy access to that blood stream” Jasper said, as without warning he slid toothbrush into Brian’s ass and began working it around the inside of his still cum-filled hole. Brian cried in agony as he felt the bristles tearing up his already tender asshole. “Stop it! Please! Why are you doing this to me!?” “Because you want it boy!” Jasper barked back angrily. “And it’s young, preppy twink boys like you that are just such fun to infect and destroy.” He was beginning to sound downright sadistic. Adam was stone-faced, and the Italian looked a bit crazy. Jasper pulled out the toothbrush and climbed up on to his knees on the bed. He leaned up over Brian to show him the now-red bristles. “Look at that Brian, that’s your blood. Your ass is ready.” “Step two, ” he said as he moved back from on top of Brian, picked up his ass, and took his legs from the other two, moving them up on to his shoulders, “a fuck from a very toxic cock. I haven’t been on meds for over a year Brian. You know what that means, don’t you?” Brian was completely powerless. His lean arms were handcuffed to the bed, and he knew kicking at Jasper would just make it worse now. His face was red with anger and tears were beginning to drip down his cheeks from a mixture of rage and fear. He didn’t say anything. “It means this is GOING to poz you”, and as he said that he slammed his 9 1/2 inch cock into Brian’s wrecked asshole. Brian screamed at the top of his lungs. Nothing had hurt like this, and he certainly didn’t care who heard it now. Jasper went to work ruthlessly destroying Brian’s asshole. He was grunting with each thrust, clearly loving the feeling of the teenage hole on his huge cock. Brian yelped with each motion. Jasper’s cock was by far the biggest he had taken, and it was getting to new depths in his body. The pain of his bleeding asshole taking in the large intruder was counterbalanced by the fact he was pretty sure Jasper was hitting his prostate, which sent waves of pleasure through his body that cut through the pain every other second. “Take it kid! Take my poz cock. Yeah, you love it boy, don’t you! I’m going to make sure you’re slutty ass and that big dick of yours are nice and toxic by the time you get your diploma bitch boy.” Brian felt his own cock getting hard fast, despite the pain and the fear. With each stroke of his prostate, his dick responded with more and more excitement. So many feelings were flying through his mind that he felt high. He couldn’t think anymore. “Please!” Brian yelled “Please!” “Please what!?” Jasper growled back. “Please stop!” “WRONG! Please what!?” Jasper pulled Brian’s skinny legs up farther, causing is long dick to go in even a bit farther. “Please….poz me!” Brian screamed. “Yessss” Jasper grunted. Brian’s cock erupted, all on it’s own, and spew cum all over his bare chest and smooth stomach. “Oh fuck yeah you like this boy don’t you! Fuck boy here it comes. I’m going to change your life forever. FUCKKK…” Jasper growled, pulled Brian in to him, and unleashed rope after rope of toxic cum deep in to the 18 year old’s destroyed ass. Brian’s cock let out another rope of cum of it’s own as he felt himself getting filled up even more. “Fuck kid… fuck you are one hot little poz twink.” Jasper leaned over Brian, keeping his cock in the boy’s ass for now, and started kissing him. Brian didn’t fight it, he didn’t even think about, he just kissed him back. Jasper pulled his dick out slowly, and Brian’s hole felt empty as he did. He could feel cum flowing out him; he didn’t want to see what color it was. Jasper moved to replace Adam, standing beside the bed and holding down Brian’s left leg now that they weren’t on his shoulders. Adam crawled on to the bed, and didn’t say anything as he lifted up Brian’s ass and slid his cock in for the second time that day. Adam didn’t feel as huge as Jasper, but he also didn’t hit Brian’s spot as much, so this fuck was more pain and less pleasure. “Told you kid.” Was all Adam said as he thrust into Brian just as hard as he did outside earlier that day. He didn’t last very long this time, and quickly unleashed another load of toxic cum into Brian’s ass. Then, it was the Italian’s turn. As he moved in to position, Brian could see the tip of his cock was pierced. He began to freak again, as he knew this was going to hurt. And it did. The Italian’s cock was just as big as Jasper’s, but it wasn’t just sliding in to an already destroyed hole, it was fucking it up even more. As the Italian slammed his pierced cock into Brian’s tender ass, he screamed in pain again. His body was flexing every muscle trying to repel the invader, but it was no use against the metal handcuffs and the strong men holding him down. “Beg for it!” the Italian ordered. “I want to hear you beg!” At first, Brian didn’t say anything, tears flowing down his cheeks as he tried to catch his breath. Then he felt a sting across his cheek as the Italian slapped him hard. He had stopped fucking, and Brian realized it wasn’t going to end until he did what he wanted. He leaned over Brian and grabbed his shaggy brown hair. “I said beg for it.” “Poz me.” “Louder!” “Poz me! God it hurts so much just cum in me man, please! Poz me, poz me, poz ME!” That pushed the Italian over the edge. He pulled his cock all the way out, and slammed it all the way back in, unleashing his toxic cum directly into Brian’s blood stream. Brian went limp and just laid on the bed, panting and whimpering. Jasper placed his hand on Brian’s stomach, and with the other stroked Brian’s hair. He leaned in and gave Brian another kiss. “Good boy. You did good, Brian. You’re poz now. It may not show up on a test for a couple weeks, but there’s no doubt you’re one of us now. You’re an teenage, HIV positive, high school twink.” Jasper looked up at the Italian “Fuck, that’s hot to say.” He continued “You’re never going to be the same boy you were before you walked in to my house today. I expect to see you back again, and I expect you to use this nice cock of yours…” Jasper picked Brian’s still semi-hard cock up off his stomach “…to infect all the hot boys at BU, and maybe even that boyfriend of yours.” Jake’s smiling face flashed in Brian’s mind. How was he going to tell him? What was he going to tell him? Was this the end of what had been going so well, before it even really began? The Italian unlocked the handcuffs and left the room. Adam pulled up his shorts and gave Brian a simple “see you around”, as if he didn’t care at all. Jasper stayed with him on the bed one more moment. “Your clothes will be on the kitchen table downstairs. You can stay here as long as you need, and you can leave whenever you want. You did good baby boy. Welcome to the club.”

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

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...

Chapter 9 - The Party The clock on the dashboard had just switched over to 3pm. “Just on time” Brian thought, unsure if that was actually a good thing. It was a warm, humid day on Cape Cod. It felt more like July than May. Brian could smell the salty air as he sat in his Jeep, parked once again on the side of the road, outside an unfamiliar house. Well, this was really more of a mansion than a house. It was only two floors, but even from the curb, Brian could tell it was massive. Past the perfectly manicured front lawn, two tall white pillars stood on either side of a bright blue door. The house was an L-shape from the front, with eight columns of windows facing forward towards the street and a large three car garage, which made up its own wing, on the right-hand side. The spacious driveway was full, with probably 7 or 8 cars parked closely together, and there were quite a few more parked on the street outside the house. Brian counted about 20 vehicles that he assumed were there for the party. He noticed a few license plates from as far away as New York and New Jersey. Once again, Brian was shaking with nerves. He had been sitting in his car for at least ten minutes now, not having worked up the strength to get out and approach the house. He could still drive away, and all he would have done was waste part of his Saturday. But if he knocked on that bright blue door, he knew it would be a defining moment for the rest of his life. He felt his phone vibrate in his shorts pocket. He slid it out and saw the text from Adam. “Let me know when you’re here.” Brian’s heart was racing as he read it, and as had become his custom, quickly typed out a response and sent it on gut instinct. “Just parked out front.” “Perfect! I’ll come out and show you in.” “Well, I’m in it now” Brian thought. He turned off the engine, put his phone back in his pocket, and got out of the car. Sure enough, Adam came bounding through the front door with a big smile on his face. Sporting just a pair of bright red swimming shorts and flip flops, Adam’s fit dad bod was on display, and Brian thought back to what it looked like naked. “Hey Brian! I’m so happy you came, it’s good to see you again!” Adam couldn’t contain his excitement that his prized twink had actually shown up. They met in the driveway, and Adam pulled him in for a big hug, similar to one Brian’s dad would give him whenever he returned from a work trip, until he felt Adam reach around and squeeze his ass. “Are you ready to have some fun!?” “I’m nervous, but I showed up, so I guess so” Brian said with a tense laugher in his voice. “You won’t regret it. You’ll never forget this day.” ***** Everything seemed to be going right in Brian’s life. He had gotten in to a good college, gotten his first boyfriend, and was having a pretty good time wrapping up his senior year. He only had a couple months left, and school was starting to get easy. A few of both his and Jake’s close friends started learning about their relationship, and the reaction from everyone had been amazing. His friends were stoked that he was comfortable enough to come out to them, not to mention that he had landed such a hot catch. And he and Jake had been falling in love, fast. They only had the one chance to have sex so far, but they had gone on several more dates, talked and texted all the time, and the more they learned about each other, the more they liked each other. He seemed to be living on a permanent cloud nine. But there was one subject Brian wasn’t talking to Jake about, and it’s what he did after they texted each other “goodnight”. Brian would be back on his computer, watching porn and reading stories, dumping his nightly load into a sock or all over his stomach and chest. Many of those loads were spilt thinking about Jake, but just as many came after fantasizing about getting pozzed. Brian just couldn’t shake the fascination with poz chasing and his strange desire to get himself infected. He knew it could ruin everything. But he couldn’t let it lie. So he kept in touch with Adam. He told himself he was just playing this out for the kicks, so that he’d have good jerk off material to fantasize about. But, in the back of his mind, he was also keeping his options open in case he actually did want to act on his desire. Adam kept trying to get him to come over for another fuck session, but Brian demurred each time with a different excuse. He really was busy, which helped make all his dodging believable. There were a couple times where he could have hooked up with Adam, but he was able to stop himself, reasoning that he couldn’t cheat on Jake. Then, Adam pitched an idea that threw Brian for a loop. Earlier in the week, he texted Brian and told him that, since it was going to be so nice on Saturday, one of his friends had decided to throw a party at his vacation house on Cape Cod. A sex party. The place would be crawling with hot, horny, gay men. Most of them would be poz. But this was more than an invitation to just attend the party. Adam wanted Brian to be the main event. Adam had told his friend Jasper about Brian, and Jasper wanted the young twink to be his guest of honor. All the guys at the party would be older, since that was Jasper’s crowd, so Brian would be the only hot younger boy there. And he’d be the center of attention. Adam wove Brian a story of being the forbidden fruit that would show up and offer himself to all the horny men, and they’d all take a bite. Brian would be the star, the showstopper, the spoiled fuck toy of the party. This idea drove Brian wild. As he thought about wandering around this giant house full of gay men as the 18 year old “special treat”, as Adam had put it, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to do it. It all seemed crazy. This was the sort of shit he read fiction about online, not the sort of thing that happened in real life. And yet, it really was happening, if he was willing to go. Brian knew that if he went to this party, he was going to get fucked. A lot. And if these guys were poz, then there was a good chance he’d leave there poz too. An even better chance than just another hookup with Adam. If he did this, he was officially chasing. If he went to the party, he was going there to get pozzed. When that dawned on him, sitting in his desk chair at 3am, unable to sleep, he blew a humongous load all over his t shirt and boxers. He wasn’t even planning on cumming yet, but the excitement had taken over. As he cleaned up, he decided: as long as he didn’t chicken out, he was going to this party. ***** Adam showed Brian in to the house. It was beautiful. The entryway featured high ceilings and some of the same columns he had seen outside. There was a gorgeous kitchen on one side of the open floor plan, glittering with stainless steel and bright white cabinetry. On the other, a cavernous great room with an ornate fireplace and floor to ceiling windows. He could see straight through to the other side of the house, where two sets of large french doors led out to the back yard. There were a few men hanging out inside as they walked through the house. Some wearing speedos or bathing suits, a couple fully clothed, and a few butt naked, which got Brian’s nervous cock stirring. He wasn’t used to just seeing men standing around with their cocks hanging out. The pair didn’t stop inside the house, but rather went right out back to the yard. As they exited the house, they stepped out on to a beautiful partially-covered patio that featured a giant grilling station, and past that was a big in-ground pool with about 6 or 7 men in it. Brian assumed most, if not all, of them were skinny dipping. The two of them walked up to the grill, where a tall, muscular black man was flipping burgers with one hand and holding an exotic-looking cocktail in the other. “He’s here!” Adam said evilly. “Jasper, this is Brian.” Jasper turned around, and Brian’s jaw just about dropped. Jasper was wearing short black swim shorts, but it was his amazing body that had Brian dumbfounded. He was probably 6’3” or 6’4” and looked like he lived at the gym. He was in his 50s, and a chest that was lightly covered by curly black hair sat just above his manly six-pack abs. This man was a god, Brian thought, as he just stood there staring instead of introducing himself. “Wow Adam, I think this kid is the definition of a twink.” Jasper said, looking Brian up and down. Brian was wearing his usual tan cargo shorts and a t-shirt, but he felt Jasper looking right through them. “Hi Brian, I’m Jasper” he said with a smile. “Hi, uh, thanks for inviting me.” “You’re very welcome. Thanks for coming. I imagine Adam let you know you’re the guest of honor?” “Yeah, he mentioned it.” Brian said apprehensively. “I’m not exactly certain what that means.” “It means you’re going to be having a lot of fun, and helping my friends have fun as well. Are you ready for that, Brian?” He raised an eyebrow and tried to size the kid up, guessing what the chance was he’d high-tail it out of there. “Once I introduce you to everyone, I think you’ll have a hard time leaving for a while.” Brian appreciated that Jasper was giving him one last out. But seeing Jasper, and looking around at all of the other hot older men in that back yard, Brian wasn’t going to be leaving now. “I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I’m ready.” “Good” Jasper said with an evil grin. “Just to make sure, you’re 18 right? A high school senior I think Adam said?” “Yup.” “Nice, off to college next year?” “Yeah, BU.” “Oh, excellent, not far from here.” Jasper said with a wink. “And what sort of experience do you have, Brian? With men, I mean.” “Well, I got fucked by Adam twice, and I have a boyfriend now…” “A boyfriend!?” Adam interrupted “That’s new!” “Haha yeah, it’s new. And I’ve gotten to fuck him once. But that’s it.” “And Adam tells me you took his poz seed but it didn’t take. How disappointing.” Jasper said, his first acknowledgement of that part of this party. “Yeah” Brian said sheepishly. “Well, I think we’ll have some fun with you today” Jasper said, before handing his grill spatula off to someone else and beaconing Brian to follow him across the patio and towards the pool. They walked over to the low stone wall which outlined the concrete along the poolside. Jasper told Brian to stand up on the wall. Brian did as he was told, expecting Jasper to follow suit, but instead he simply stood in the grass near the end of the wall and cleared his voice. “Everyone, can I have your attention!” Jasper bellowed. Someone turned off the music that had been playing, and everyone stopped what they were doing to pay attention to their host. Brian looked around and saw the back yard was filled with men, mostly in their 30s to 60s he guessed. Many of the party goers had just been hanging out, scarcely clothed (if at all), while a couple had been feeling each other up or making out, right out here in the yard. “Please welcome my special guest, Brian! Brian is an 18 year old high school senior. Yes, he’s still in high school aaaand he’s legal boys!” There were a few “woots” and whistles in the crowd as Jasper exclaimed this. “He is here today to be our exclusive little fuck toy. And before any of you ask, no, I didn’t hire him. Adam took his virginity a few weeks ago, and now he’s here to continue his education.” Jasper air quoted the last bit. “Brian, hunny would you please strip for us so we can see what we’ve got here.” Brian was stunned. He wasn’t expecting to publicly strip in front of everyone, but after being frozen for a few seconds, he did what he was told and lifted his white t-shirt up and over his head. The men at the party continued their cheers at the site of his smooth, skinny torso, and Brian felt a rush he hadn’t expected as he soaked in their admiration. He went to his belt next, and he could sense the anticipation building in the yard, everyone was waiting to see him fully naked. He kicked off his sneakers, peeled off his socks, and then in one swift motion, pulled down his shorts and boxers, exposing his well-endowed cock to the party. Cheers erupted from seemingly every guy at the yard. Whistling, cat calling, applause. As he stood up on the wall, his soft dick hanging between his legs, getting a lot of attention, he kicked off his shorts. He put his hands up behind his head, showing off what muscle he did have on his arms, and stretched his body up and hips out to give everyone a full view of his thin frame and big cock. A giant smile had formed across Brian’s face as the normally nervous, nerdy kid was getting high off all the attention his body was getting him. Jasper spoke up again. “Brian, you can feel free to hang out wherever you wish, eat and drink anything you like, take a dip in the pool, whatever floats your boat. But as you enjoy the party, some of my friends here are going to have their way with you. Boys, take him however you like. He tells me he is versatile, so just grab him and do what you want. There’s several bedrooms open in the house, but if you’re feeling exhibitionist I encourage you to use him right out here for us. I’m sure everyone will enjoy that.” There were more cheers and laughter from the crowd as Jasper explained how this was going to work. “Oh, and one more thing, he’s not on prep, and he’s negative” Jasper raised his glass as he said it, and Brian got one more round of whistles and cheers. Brian was still basking in the spotlight, a big grin on his face, but knew he was in trouble now. **** Brian, whose naked body was now soaking in sunlight in Jasper’s back yard, hopped down off the wall on to the grass. Adam stepped directly in front of him, and as his feet hit the ground, he found himself falling directly into Adam’s arms. Adam caught his boy and whispered in to his ear “I brought you here for all my friends, but I still get you first. Turn around.” He took Brian’s arms, spun him around, and nudged him towards the wall. He gently pushed down on Brian’s back. Jasper looked back and saw Adam getting Brian ready to be fucked. He let out a laugh loud enough for most of the people around to hear him, and then said “I guess Adam only shares after he’s had his own fun” before making his way back to the grill. Adam just grinned back at Jasper as he pulled his swimming trunks down around his ankles. Brian looked back and saw that Adam’s cock was already hard. He guessed watching him strip in front of everyone turned Adam on, knowing this was all his doing. He saw Adam drop some spit down on to his hard cock, and then he turned back around to wait. Even though he’d fucked Jake in the interim, Brian had been dying to feel cock inside him again ever since that first night with Adam. And, sure enough, he soon felt the pointed pain of Adam’s hard cock pushing against his still tight teenage asshole. This was not going to be a nice, easy fucking. Brian could already tell that Adam was hornier than he’d been back at his house. Adam didn’t give Brian any time to adjust as he pushed his cock through the muscles of his hole. He pulled Brian’s body back and drove his hips forward, sliding all eight inches of his hard dick into the tight 18 year old’s ass in one fast motion. Brian yelped in pain and almost collapsed on the wall as he felt his hole being invaded by Adam again. Adam didn’t give Brian time to adjust, like he had back at his house. As soon as he was balls deep, he was sliding out again, and then ramming his cock back in. “Oh, fuck yeah Brian. My cock feels so good inside you, you dirty little high school slut.” Brian yelped and moaned as Adam ruthlessly pounded him. With only spit for lube, this was a much rougher fuck that the first couple times had been, and Brian was feeling the pain. He closed his eyes and hung his head, wanting to lean on the wall for support, but he knew if he didn’t hold himself up the stone would hurt worse than the fucking. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Brian looked up and around at all of the other guys staring at the site of his pale, scrawny body bent over a wall and getting ruthlessly fucked by Adam’s 52 year old cock. He saw some of the guys jerking off, either through their shorts or just out in the open, while other continued to sip their drinks with a smile. Adam was getting encouragement from some of the crowd who was enjoying the show, while others just watched in silence, wishing they had gotten to Brian first. Conflicting thoughts and emotions raced through Brian’s mind as he continued to endure Adam’s primal fucking. He couldn’t believe he had put himself in this position, and he was a bit scared. He wondered if everyone at the party was going to want to fuck him, and if he could take it. If he couldn’t, would they let him leave, or would be be trapped? And, Jasper had pretty much made it clear that many, if not all, of these guys were poz. Were they on meds? Was there any chance he was leaving this house without HIV? At the same time, Brian recognized how turned on he was. His whole body was straining at each of Adam’s thrusts. His arms flexing as he held himself against the wall, his hard cock bouncing up and down, the sound of his ass getting slapped by Adam’s groin every other second. It was all adding to the experience, for Brian and for everyone watching. He felt like a prize; like a young God among men. He felt coveted, desired for his teenage youth, for his fit body, for his tight negative asshole. He felt sexy. He felt scared, but he felt good. Brian stiffened up and began to hold himself firm against Adam as he pounded him. Eventually he gained the strength to stand up straight for a moment. Adam wrapped his arm around Brian’s smooth torso and pulled him in to him, his bony back touching Adam’s hairy chest as his cock continued grinding in to the teenager’s hole. He could only last a minute like this, but the guys watching loved the sight of his smooth, pale chest and stomach, now glistening with sweat, and his cock flopping around with the force of Adam’s fucking. Brian leaned back over on to the wall as Adam growled “take my poz cum Brian. Take it you little bitch boy!” “Give it to me!” Brian managed to yell, out of breath. He pushed himself back forcefully into Adam, meeting one of his thrusts and feeling Adam’s cock go deeper inside him than it ever had yet. With that, Adam moaned loudly and unleashed a torrent of his toxic cum, quickly filling up Brian’s ass as he held on to his boy by the hips, holding his cock in place deep inside him. After a moment, Adam slid out of Brian, who spun around to sit back against the wall. His legs felt like jelly, and he could feel Adam’s cum running down his left thigh as it leaked out of his ass. Brian’s eyes opened wide as he caught a glimpse of Adam’s cock. It was covered in his own cum, but it looked like it also had a bit of blood on it. It hit Brian; the roughness of that fuck had been intentional. Adam and Jasper were going to make sure he got pozzed. Adam leaned in, lifted Brian’s head up by his chin, and planted a soft kiss on his boy. “I’ve got to go help Jasper with the grill. Man can’t cook a burger to save his life. You have fun now, Bri.” “I will.”

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

Part 13; I had been asleep (on my left side as I always did) for a few hours when I was abruptly woken up with someone behind me, naked, fondling and groping me all over. For a few moments it felt like it was a dream, but as those few moments passed by I realised it was reality, and as soon as I realised the person in question was my Father I instantly relaxed into his body. I was HIS to do what he wanted with; - Oh Daddy, I am so happy you are here. - Thomas my sweet son. Your brother Peter is staying over at Amy's tonight, so, it is just us. As he said that he generously lubed up two of his fingers and slid them in a little way causing me to not only groan with delight but also arch back as I wanted more of those fingers inside of me ... - Oh fuck YEAH, open my cunt up Daddy. Do as you desire. I am YOURS! We spent a good while like that, him probing the first inch or so of my cunt with a few fingers as he fondled and licked my body from behind. But, it soon came the time when my Father knew that I was now so horned up I needed more than the first inch or so of two of his fingers. He flipped me over onto my front, pulled me up onto my knees and told me to hold onto my headboard and really arch my ass out. And there I was, in my room with the lights off, hands gripping onto the headboard with my hairy cunt completely exposed for whatever my Father wanted to do with it. Again two fingers were generously lubed with spit, and in they went, this time deeper, yet slower, and they moved around slower too, like they were looking for something, and after about 30 seconds they did, causing me to gasp; - What is it son? - You just found my prostate Daddy. - GOOD; Exactly what I was looking for! During the next few hours, yes, hours, he massaged my prostate very slowly, and as time wore on I became more and more worked up as I felt my entire body increasingly tingle the more I had my G spot toyed with. My dick remained flaccid yet was soon oozing a huge amount of pre cum. My Father really knew what he was doing. The insane amount of pre-cum that my dick was producing my Father would scoop up and either feed it into my mouth, OR finger it inside of my cunt. Thankfully Mother and brother Peter were not at home as I during our intimate Father-son bonding was screaming the place down as I moaned in extremely loud ecstasy! After a few hours of my Father playing with my cunt like this I badly needed HIS dick pumping away inside of me, and I didn't realise that I was about to verbalize *between moans* that NEED; - Oh fucking hell, I need a damn good fucking. I really need to be fucked! My Father replied with an initial wry chuckle before he spoke; - Are you a virgin son? - Yes Daddy. - I reckon you will be way too tight for me. He had very good reason to say that, as his Daddy dick was pretty big, well, width wise most certainly. His length of Dick was 9", with the width being a juicy fat 7". - I have some poppers we can use Daddy. - Ahhaa, I see. I am pleased we brought you up to be prepared for any given situation. Get them, then lay on your front in front of me here, then take a big sniff of the poppers in each nostril. - Yes Daddy. I now lay on my front with the poppers in hand, took two deep sniffs, one into each nostril as my Father rubbed his spit onto my cunt hole and slightly inside too. As soon as I put the lid back onto the poppers he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his big shiny and wet purple dick head which he promptly pressed on my virgin hole, gave a firm push, and ... POP ... *cherry* He only managed to slide in about a third of of his 9" shaft inside of me, with that meaty 7" girth really stretching my super tight cunt-hole. Despite the poppers I yelped ... - OUCH ... Daddy, that hurts, please stop, please ...

Chapter 12; Suddenly my Father leapt up and off the bed leaving his towel behind, and there he stood a few steps away from the foot of my bed, naked, and proud of his throbbing hard Dick that was covered in my saliva. - Son, get up, and stand in front of me. - Yes Daddy. I stood in front of him. I shook through nerves. I was not frightened, but this was all so new and uncharted yet much welcomed territory. I so had never seen this coming. Never. But I am sure as hell pleased it had arrived. - Take your tee and shorts off son, and kneel in front of me with your mouth kept wide open, and your hands clasped behind your back. - Yes Daddy. I stripped naked, leaving just my new Rugby Jockstrap on my ever increasing sculpted body with my hairy muscular beefy virgin ass hugged to perfection. I knelt before the man that created me, hands behind my back, and mouth wide open as ordered to! I looked up at my Father towering above me, looking down at me, smirking as he stroked his super wet dick; wet with his pre-cum and his son's saliva. Suddenly not only did I feel just passive, I in an instant became completely submissive to my inner core, feeling that the Man that stood before me would be over any other my ultimate alpha-male. He'd only been stroking for a few minutes when ... - Oh fuck, I am already close. See what you do to me son. I'm going to put my dick into your mouth, and when I do you will close your lips to form a seal around my shaft, yet keep your mouth open, and when I cum you will not swallow, instead you will hold Daddy's cum in your mouth, including when I withdraw my Dick where you will also keep those sweet sexy lips shut tight. Understood son? - Yes Daddy. - Oh fuck ... Daddy is close ... His Dick in an instant slid deep into my mouth and began to fuck it, USING it as a gaping fleshlight for his pleasure. A mere several strokes later I felt his dick expand, and 💦 *squirt* 💦, the first few squirts that pulsated out of his throbbing dick did not have time to settle in my mouth as it propelled out so fast it went straight down my throat, but I managed thereafter to collect the rest of his orgasm without swallowing as he grunted throughout unloading, holding his special seed like a reservoir. I really was now beginning to feel like a nasty little slut. My Father's nasty little slut. I wanted to do anything to make him proud. After he finished cumming he stood back from me, and just looked at me for a few minutes, getting his breath as he stood there completely naked, and just smiling. - Stand up son, take that Jock Strap off, and come stand before your old man. I couldn't verbally reply with a mouthful of cum. All I could do was do as he said. And here we were, Father & Son, stood in front of each other, naked, with the son holding his Father's essence in his mouth. - Now son, we are going to kiss, and when we do you will feed Daddy's cum into his mouth, as we kiss I shall feed it back to you, each time I do you return it back to me as we kiss. When I pat your right ass cheek that is when you keep the cum to yourself, and once again kneel before me, keeping Daddy's cum held in that sweet mouth of yours. Okay boy!? I nodded. I could not believe it, today was my first day snowballing, and now was going to be the second time of the day. As we kissed my Father's hands were all over my athletic hairy body with his hands feeling strong and firm as he caressed my unexplored body. I was feeling so submissive I wanted to kneel before him right there and then, but I had to wait for that pat on my right as cheek. After several minutes of kissing and caressing that pat came. I kept my Father's cum to myself that time, and once again knelt before him, looking up at him with puppy eyes, awaiting further instruction; - Now, I want you to look deep into my eyes, show me how much you love Daddy with your eyes, and keeping your gaze fixed on me you will SWALLOW Daddy's precious load. Fuck, he was not wrong on that one, indeed it was precious. I looked deep into his eyes and they not only told him how much I loved him, but that I was above anyone else, HIS, and that I was his faggot son who he not only loved but could USE me sexually any time, and do anything he wanted. He was the boss! ... *GULP* ... Down it went. He soon left my room and I was left feeling completely exhilarated. No feeling could top this, I am sure. My studies for the evening were shot to shit now, there was no way I could concentrate, so I did my usual dental regime, put some classical music on, and fell asleep feeling more content, alive, and happier than I had ever been.

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.