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Andrew passed in and out of consciousness, he was carried down the dark corridor and into a maze of room. As he swayed in and out, he could hear the sounds of skin slapping on skin, the smell of piss and cum filled his nostrils. He tried to struggle, but to not avail, his limbs barely responded. Eventually he came to, gasping for air as Andrew awoke tied to a fuck bench. Struggling against the restraints he realised he was now stripped down to only his jock. He could feel someone writing something on his arse cheeks with a marker. "Where am I?! Let me..." Andrews words were interrupted by a large hand clamping his mouth shut, looking up through the dim red light he saw the same man from earlier leering out at him. "Hush fag, your Daddy owes me big time, and imma' collect on your neg boy cunt" The hand came free from Andrew's mouth, bow replaced with the glass pipe. "If you smoke boy, its guna make taking all these men's dicks easier", He proferred the pipe to Andrew. Hesitantly, Andrew again wrapped his lips around the pipe, he could feel his cock twitch in his jock. He felt betrayed by it, he was trapped, about to be used by a bunch of poz guys he couldn't see, and his cock was rock hard. "Go on boy, nice big toke for your new Daddy, guna give you the same strain as your own Father", Andrews lungs filled with T as the pipe was lifted away from him. His lungs burning he exhaled a massive cloud, his heart beat jumped into his ears and he felt his skin come alive. Andrew squirmed under the rough hand of this alpha, as he traced it down his back. "Please, Please fuck my cunt, I need something in my holes, please sir!" Andrew blurted out, he couldn't help himself, his mind was lost in a haze of hunger. The hand reached his arse, tracing it around his cunt which puckered. "Don't think the fag is fucked up enough lads, we don't want any resistance when we knock him up!" A cheer erupted in the dark around Andrew, as the voices of several men shouted insults and whooped. Andrew gasped as he felt a sharp pain as a large finger pushed past his tight fag hole. The finger burned as it pushed deep into him, and he felt his insides begin to burn and warm up. He felt the muscles of his hole relax, and a strong sense of hunger filled Andrews hole. The rough hand retreated, and another set of hands spread his cheeks, as he felt the thick head of a cock touch his hole. "Got a few used condoms here lads, guna fuck these strangers loads into his tweaked little neg cunt!" Another cheer of approval erupted around Andrew, the dark obscuring all the men around him. The sweat was dripping off his brow as Andrew tested his restraints, his back arching and his body aching with chemical lust. Part of him was freaking out, desperate to escape, but it was far too late for that. Andrew gasped loudly as a thick cock, covered in cold cum pushed into him deeply. A hairy chest pushed against his back as a man's stubble rubbed against his neck and ear. Andrew squirmed as he felt the heavy piercing that adorned the head rub deep into his fag hole, he was groaning nonsense as he felt impaled on this monster cock. A familiar, deep and growling voice whispered into his ear. "You like that thick toxic cock don't you son?" Andrew's father thrusted deeply in an aggressive heat, deep into his neg son, as if to punctuate. Andrew's Father groaned as he felt his son's velvety neg cunt open up around his thick cock, the moment he had heard his son had been brought into his domain he couldn't help himself. John was a man possessed, he needed to share his toxic poz strain with every fag that came down into his lair. He would make men out of them and baptise them with his potent seed, make them into toxic fuck heads like the rest of them. John thrusted aggressively into his own son, watching the sweat drip down his own son's back as he ravaged him. His sloppy cunt opened up to him as he thrusted harder and harder, the sound of skin on skin slapping filled the dark room. In the dim red light, John could see his brothers, grunting and breathing heavy as they watched the real life incest play out in front of them.

chapter three it must have been less than 5 minutes with him lay there, exposed and hole starting to drip that toxic load out of him onto the cold club floor, but must have felt an eternity for my guy. I briefly looked up to see who was around and just as I did so someone came out of the dark and moved between my leaking partners legs. He was over six feet tall, had broad shoulders, and dressed head to toe in black leather. He stood out in the club as he clearly enjoyed the gym, but had just hit that sweet spot of toned, muscular but not overbuilt. He was wearing black boots, leather jeans and a black biker jacket open with nothing under it. I could see his amazing body and then there was that face, just a bit of stubble on his dark tanned skin and blue eyes that stood out in the dark. He was stunning, I could see that, but my man had no idea who was stood rubbing between his legs. I could tell the leather guy was shy, almost a bit of a newbie to the scene by the way he did not just help himself, but looked to me for approval. I moved down to stand behind him and leaned him a little closer in so he could kiss my boy. I must have unleashed an animal as the leather guy just started kissing and spitting into my guy's mouth. I started to rub his cock through his leathers and that's when I found it. He must have been at least 8 inches and was not even fully hard. I unzipped and lowered his jeans so his cock could rest against my boys lubed up cock and balls. He stood back up straight and leaned back to me asking “is this guy poz?”, “not sure now, he took a poz load earlier” was all I could whisper back. The idea of my guy being poz made me so hard. The leatherman carried on “that's cool then, was checking as I’m strictly poz for poz fucks”. That answered my question before I even asked it. He stepped back a bit and then just pushed slowly into his hole to the root. He was not going to hold off or take his time, he knew what he wanted, as my other half groaned deeply. He started to fuck his hole using the last guy's load as lube, the sling moved back and forth so he could push in and rock back and forth along with his cock. I stood back and watched, letting him just use my guy, who had not asked questioned or even checked i was still there. The leather guy was building speed and starting to talk dirty right in my guys blind folded face. “you like that raw dick in you? you want my cum? you REALLY want it? you want me to breed you? Tell me how badly you want it!” he said it “breed you” but would my other half work out what he meant? would he pull back in shock? The all I heard was his voice in the dark, “breed my fucking filthy loaded hole with your seed!”, what the fuck! This was so hot it pushed the leather man over the edge and he just pushed in deep, grunting slightly and his hips jolting as he shot stream after stream of poz cum into my guy. He stood there inside him for a few minutes to catch his breath, and then leaned forward to tell him “your one sloppy slut back there, and so fucking hot. If you want to see who just shot in you, just look for the leather man with the wet dick. I might need to get you in leather soon as it would suit your look if your up for it.” the only reply he got back was “ANYTHING you want to do to this body you can. You breed it, you own it”. With that, he kissed him deeply again, pulled his softening cock out of my guys hole, and vanished back off into the dark of the club.

PART 2 SLAP SLAP SLAP! "AAAH YES!" The professor came in Nate, cum filling his hole. As the professor swished his cock out, Nate's hole felt differenr. It felt empty. Nate felt the cum seeping out of his hole he felt satisfied for the first time in a while. He grinned widely as his lovers, if you could call them that. John stood over him his big lean frame towering over Nate. Johns soft cock, long and thick waved over Nate's sweaty white face. Nate reached Up to suck it when he was quickly slapped. "No slut. Not now. Now is time to clean you up. Show us your bathroom." Nate slowly started to rise. But his thick tree trunk legs were weak and he felt thick creamy liquid leak out of his hole onto his leg, then finally to the floor. The professor quickly grabbed him,"not so fast. Where is the bathroom boy?" Nates mind whirled, he had been fucked. By his professor and a stranger! Holy fuck! He would lose his family and friends, everyone he knew. Despite his rising anxiety he pointed to the bathroom door. John and Connor slapped Nate's ass and told him to move. He limped across the floor to the dingy small bathroom. John opened the cabinet and found a razor. "Hurrry boy, shower off, dont want to have cum stuck on your furry leg." Nate stepped in the shower. Nate wasnt hairy, it was mostly peach fuzz, while he was a bulk of a man, Nate didnt have a clearly defined stomach or ass. Nate had dreamed of shaving all of it off. But what would his family think.The hot water cleaning off the cum. He felt the professors strong hands knead Nate's back. He heard and opening of his shampoo bottle and he felt the professor wash him clean. Nate still felt empty, needing more cock. Then the shower turned off. Johns voice boomed through the bathroom. "Okay nate. Timr to make you a pretty slut." Nate twinged at this. He already thought that he a was attractive sure he was no supermodel but he was an atteactive man. Nate turned around to see John, fully clothed and a razor and can of shaving cream in his hand. "Do what I say or I will leak the videos to all of your family and friends." Nate was confused. How? When? John then held up his phone to see himself moaning as the professor fucked him. Nate's blood ran cold. "Yessir. Please sir delete the video. " John smiled. "Yeah. I will but its shaving time. I hate it when sluts think they can look like whatever they want to. Bitch youe ass needs to be smooth. Now your Professor here loves to take care of his bitchboys. I dont. But I leave you two to shave yourself down. The professor will bring you to me later. You are offically mine." He passed the razor to the professor and kissed Nate. John then left the apartement. Nate shuddered. What had he done? He had just turned his life over to some stranger? Then he felt a soft kiss on his shoulder that reassured him. The professor. Damn what was Nate going to do. The professor seemed to read Nate's mind. "Finals were last week. You will be fine. You just have my final on Monday right?" Nate nodded and weakly walked to the bed and stared at the ceiling as the professor started to put shaving cream all over Nate's chest. The professor lifted Nate's arms and shaved the hairy pits Nate used to be so proud of. The professor carefully shaved off all the hair of Nate's arms, neck and chest on the front aide. Kissing the smooth skin. "Hmmm nate you are going to be one popular slut. So good and obedient" nate smiled at the praise. Then the professor slowly shaved nate's pubes and caressed his hairy balls. Nate's cock shot straight up and he felt the cold metal of the razor gently shave away the hair. Nate noe knew his fate. He was no longer a man. Just a mancunt. To be used for his masters' wishes. As the professor finished shaving the legs he gestured for Nate to flip over, which he did with a "yessir."nates cock was still hard and his hole itched as the professor finished shaveing him. The professor then stuck his face in Nate's ass. His tounge penetrating the abused wall of the anus. Nate loved the pleasure it sent through his system. He felt empty again as the professor lifted his face off and then yelped in pain as the professor entered his now smooth ass. Nate moaned as his prostate once again was set on fire. Precum leaked from nates cock. Slam slam slam. Nate pushed back as the cock brushed against his prostate. Nate started to cum again, for the third time in an hour, without even touching his cock. The professor moaned as his hoke tightened again. This caused his own cock to swell and flood the walls of nate. Nate moaned eternally grateful for this new caling in life to serve men. With a slap, the professor told nate to get dressed. They had errands to run.

Life had grown dull for Nate. A 23 year old young man who had been good all of his life. He was high school football player at 6'3, 220 pounds built like wall. His blue eyes attracted everyone he knew,but he never noticed it. You see Nate was a Mormon, a gay virgin mormon. He was so sexually repressed that he couldnt see past his own penis. But all of that would soon change for nate. After another night of masturbating 3 times in an hour. He stumbled upon breeding zone. He quickly found the stories hot and would stroke his 7 inch cock until it came again, (which only took 3 minutes). He quickly signed up and looked around. He read some tips and downloaded Grindir. He didnt post any face pics but he had just moved into his own apartment, it was a little place above a store, that his distant cousin owned, so no one would know that he was having sex. Nate wrote the following as his profile: 23m virgin, looking to get fucked RAW. I will host. I will send pics for pics. Serious inquieries only. Nate then fell asleep that night. He woke up to nearly a dozen messages. Nate smile. 'I'm going to get fucked.' He thought. He scrolled though and asked for pictures.but one guy in particular caught his eye. BIGJOHN5, 6'6 jock type 9 inch cock and looking to Poz. Nate's cock jumped. He stripped naked. He opened the message to see the biggest cock he had ever seen. It was long and thick. With a message "So bitch, you are ready to get my toxic load?" Nate was so turned on he slowly started to masturbate his cock again. Then another message popped up. "So bitch you there?" Nate quickly texted back, "Yessir." Then nate recieved another text message, "got any pics?" Nate quickly sent some pictures of himself nude. He was so excited he was leaking precum. Then he recieved a voice message. Putting in earphones he played the message. A deep voice spoke, "So bitch, my name is John, but you will call me sir or master. You are so sexy but you are mine. No more stroking your cock. Not until we meet up. Un free today. So send me your address and I'll fuck you until you are knocked up my little slut." Nate was so turned on that he threw all caution to the wind, he sent his name, address and his cell phone number to John. Not even 30 seconds later he got a call. Nate answered. "Hello, is this my slut Nate?" "Yessir, this is he..." "Im on my way, I want you naked and ready in 2 minutes. Unlock your door and kneel ass up on your bed slut." "Yessir, its around back.." "I know slut. Do as i say now." Master john hangs up. Nate runs to the door, unlocks it, runs inti the bathroom and looks up how to prepare his ass, he starts to clean when he hears someone coming up the steps, Nate runs to his bed and lays on his bed and kneels on it, like he saw hundreds of guys do in porn. Nate hears laughing, it sounds like multiple guys are coming up. The door opens. Nate shivers with anticipation and anxiety. The cool morning air sweeps up to his virgin hole. He then feels a hard slap on his ass. "Aah" he moans loving the pain that "john" gave him. "So slut," John said. "You are a virgin right?" "Yessir." Nate misma in fright. "Oh boy this is gonna be fun right Connor." "Damn right." Nate froze. Connor sounded like one of his professors at college. Yes it was Professor Taylor from his economics class, whom Nate had a crush on since the start of the semester. Connor taylor was 6'1 slim and had a 6 inch cock. Damn he was caught. "Nate, you have a fine ass there." Professor Taylor said as he slaps his other asscheek. He then feels his tounge lick his virgin hole. The sound that nate made was in between a sexual moan and a holy chorus. Unable to speak Nate worshiped the new sensation as his new God. John laughed as he closed the door. He stripped off all his clothes to reveal his ripped body with a huge cock. He grabbed his phone and started recording. He looked around and smiled. He found nate's phone unlocked. John quickly sent himself a text with a few crucial contacts just in case. He then turned off Nate's phone and coninuted to record Professor Taylor eating nate's ass. John then walked in front of nate and kissed him. Nate's first kiss. John's tounge quickly penetrated nates mouth causing him to moan more. He then grabbed nates face and told him. "Good boy. Dont move." John then stopped recording and grabbed some poppers from his coat and opened them. John rushed and told nate to breathe in deep. As nate did his world was filled with peace, his hole became itchy and he got hornier. And he felt the professor stop eating his ass and undress. John kissed him again and told him to get off the bed which Nate did, like the good little slut he was. The professor laid on the bed and John commanded Nate to start to suck the professor's cock. Which Nate started to do, by kneeling inbetween the spread legs of Connor and licked his balls and the licked his cock like a kid would a lolly pop. He then started to swallow the cock. He choked after a few inches. "Good boy, just swallow like you were eating." Connor told him. Behind nate John started eating Nate's ass. After licking the anus in a circular motion he put on a thick application of lube and inserted his finger. Nate yelped but continued to serve the professor in the best he could. "Watch those teeth bitch." The professor ordered as john found Nate's prostate. After circling fingering Nate's prostate nate came on the bed."hmmmmm" nate purred as he shot 4 big loads. "I think we found our cum slut. What do you think professor." The professor laughed. "Yea we did John." John put in anouther finger. He passed the poppers to the professor who put them under Nate's nose again. Causing his hole to loosen up to be ready for the main event. John quickly took out his fingers, grabbed Nate bu his hips and sat him up flipped him around and sat Nate on that thick, juicy cock that nate had wanted all of his life. "OOH! " Nate cired in pain amd pleasure. As John bottomed out he kissed Nate. John then laid back on the bed and started to slowly fuck his hips. Nates cries grew louder and louder. Although no words came put of his mouth he was clearly enjoying this new experience. The professor quickly gagged Nate with John's underwear. Then the real event started. As soon as John felt he had opened up his new conquest he said. "Pop goes that cherry boy. You like that slut." "Hmmmm hmmm." Nate nodded as he began to bounce on John's poz cock. John grabbed nate, wrapped Nate's lega around his own waist he stood up and started to really fuck the young, newly minted, bottom. The loud claps of sex filled the apartment. The professor kissed both John and Nate. After 3 minutes of loud ass clapping John laid Nate on the bed.Nate was already hard again. In a missionary position, not the mission Nate had served only 2 years earlier, John loudly claimed his conquest, "Yeah slut you are mine now. Whose your daddy?!" "You are my daddy sir. Oh fuck that cock feels so good." Nate moaned. His cock leaking precum again. "Who are you, are you my slut?" "Yessir, I'm your fucking cum slut, give it to me daddy?" John pounded harder and harder. "Sir, im cuming again!" Nate came all over his chest. His tightening hole sent John over the edge. Filling Nate's Mormon hole full of his toxic seed. "Oh yeah." John sighed, as he pulled out the professor took his place. Loving the warm fun lubed hole the professor started to fuck nate again. John pulled out his phone again and started to record. "Yeah you like this slut?" "YESSIR IM YOUR CUMSLUT SIR!" John smiled as he saw the formerly holy boy use his hole to worship his new God. 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Only watched my daughter getting fucked by men, shame

"Hey babe, hopefully you weren't waiting long today." Katie came into her room, dropped her laptop bag and sat on the edge of the bed. "The guy's friends have been asking about you all week! You must have been the life of the party last weekend!" "Really? haha.." I said nervously, "who has been asking?" "Literally every guy they've hung out with this week has asked if you were home. Danny, Matt, you name it they all wanted to hang out with you" "Oh that's weird, I mean I chatted with them a bit but nothing crazy." "Are you sure they didn't see you naked or anything? Did they see anything they liked?" He said playfully rolling over and giving my cock a rub through my shorts. Before I could say anything she got up and picked up her small purse. "I'm hungry, lets go get something" and went out into the living room with her roommates. I grabbed my phone, wallet and keys and followed. I was nervous as fuck, did someone spill the beans? We left the apartment and when we got down to the car I told Katie I needed to use the bathroom. I ran upstairs and went into the living room, I didn't even know how to confront the roommates about this. I just let it out. "Katie asked if your friends saw anything they liked at the party last weekend! Who said something" "Woah there got my ass fucked last weekend, no one said anything. We were here the whole time, and we didn't say anything. She must have been joking." Stephen said standing up and walking to me. "BUT, it's getting really hard to keep the secret, you're the talk of the town. you're lucky Thomas didn't know your name" "What the f-" "We've kept it for you so far but we want some fun don't we babe." Cory stood up smiling and went into their bedroom. he came back out with lube and a butt plug and handed them to Stephen. "Lower your shorts and bend over, you'll wear this out to dinner. If you don't, we text a guest of our party that you are here tonight and want more than Katie can give you." I wanted to keep things simple, the less I have to explain to Katie the better. I lowered my shorts and bent over. Stephen put lube on the toy and pressed it against my hole. My ass rejected the toy over and over, I am still very tight. "Goddamn, Hey Cory he needs some help." Cory got up and went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of poppers and put it under my nose. I took a hit and immediately felt the effects. Cory placed one hand on the small of my back and slowly pressed the plug in, It felt bigger than it looked. I stood up and turned around, pulling my pants up. Stephen was still holding the plug I saw Cory come in the room with. "What's in my ass if you're still holding the plug?" I said reaching around to feel. "Its remote controlled sweetie", he held up his phone and there was a switch with numbers along side it. "Remember, it stays in your ass the entire time you're out or you might have a guest tonight." "What do you mean remote controlled" His finger went up to the phone and he dragged the cursor from 0 to 10. My ass started vibrating, with a strong sensation right above my dick in my lower stomach. "Are you serious I have to wear this all night!?" "All night" Cory said watching like a little kid at a ball game. "I don't know if he'll make it babe, who are we going to text tonight?!" "He's right, the entire time you're out. and we'll be having fun with this!" He turned me around by my shoulders and gently pushed me out the door. Dinner tasted good, but my mind was elsewhere, Katie was telling me about work and I couldn't concentrate. Luckily the guys didn't have as much fun with the toy as I thought they were, but they definitely got me changing my tone of voice once or twice, and Katie only once wondered what the vibration sound was from. Instead of Ubering home Katie wanted to walk because she's always sitting at work. I felt like every guy we walked past either knew I was the guy Thomas bred, or that I had a plug in my ass. We got back to the apartment and Katie went into the bathroom. I walked over to the couch, "Wow good job!" Stephen said turning me around and feeling the plug still in my ass. "Ok Fine... let's take it out but will you wear the smaller one?" he said with puppy dog eyes. "Seriously? Do I have to" "No I guess not, but let's hang out tonight us 4 and have some drinks, play a game or two." "I'll suggest it to Katie when she gets out" As soon as Katie exited the bathroom Cory practically tackled her. "Shots!??" He said grabbing her shoulders excitedly. She laughed and said sure let's do it. She's a light weight so about 4-5 shots of tequila in she was talking silly and saying we should go out clubbing. Sure enough with some board games turned into drinking games and passed out on the couch. I was nervous for what was in store for me. Cory went and grabbed a small glass from the cupboard, "You've had a load in your ass, but you've never tasted cum have you?" "No I definitely haven't" "What!?" Stephen said, "You haven't even tried your own?!" "No I haven't it always seems weird after I cum." "Well you're in for a treat." Stephen said patting me on the shoulder, "Us three are going to cum in that glass, and you're going to drink it, or we call a party guest." "How are we going to cum in the glass?" I sighed and said. "We'll go easy, just stroking ourselves and finish into the glass but you have to drink it after you cum in it to." "Fine. it won't kill me, but I don't know if I can handle a guest" We all pulled out our cocks and holy crap, They were both very... gifted, Cory cut and Stephen uncut, both bigger than my cock and standing taller than I've ever seen. They got to work smiling to each other and occasionally closing their eyes as they got to business. Cory came first and it dribbled into the glass, a good amount thick and very white. Stephen took a bit longer but when he came I thought he was going to wake up Katie and for a second thought he'd fill the glass. stream after stream it was unbelievable. I struggled. I finally got hard but it was so weird masturbating in front of guys let alone my girlfriends roommates. "I don't think I can tonight guys" I said, my cock flopping down. "That's ok, just drink ours." Cory said handing me the glass. I took a big sigh and went to throw it back like a shot. "Ah, ah ah! we want to see it in your mouth!" Stephen said. I lifted the glass and took it all in and showed them their cum in my mouth. It was sweet, salty but it stung my tongue and the back of my throat. The guys celebrated and wanted to know how I liked it. I told them it wasn't bad and was easier than the shots of alcohol. "That's good news" Cory said, "Go take Katie to bed and we'll call Danny over, he has the sweetest cum. "What!?" I exclaimed, "but I drank your guy's cum, like you said!" "We know, but we wanted all three of our cum loads in there. You'll be sucking your first dick tonight! We're so excited for you!"

Part 3 "You've got a great ass." The guy said to Matt as they were standing in line for drinks at the club. Matt turned around and this really sexy blonde, toned guy was looking back at him. Matt blushed and smiled. "Thank you. My name is Matt. What's yours?" The blonde guy said his name was John. John then leaned in and kissed Matt. Matt kissed back and spread his lips taking John's tongue in his mouth. Matt could taste that John had been drinking. Matt thought I guess this guy has some liquid courage. Matt enjoyed making out with John. When it was their turn for drinks, Matt leaned over the bar to get tell the bartender their order. John's hand immediately went down Matt's jeans. Matt swatted at John's hands, but John found Matt's hole. He rubbed it. Matt turned around with the drinks. John removed his hand and took his cocktail. The boys moved to a spot along the wall. John said, "Thanks for the drinks. I'll get the next round." They finished their drinks and made out against the wall. The boys hands were all over each other. John and Matt were back in line for drinks and making out. Matt is hit with a piece of fruit and ice. He stops kissing. Looks at John. They look around. It's "geek chic" and a couple other guys staring at Matt and John and throwing bar fruit and ice from their drinks at them. They are both pissed. Matt thinks, "what the fuck is this about? "geek chic" won't even really talk to me, much less date me; why is this happening?" He gets his cocktail and they go talk to the guys. One guy grabs John and walks away with him. This leaves Matt with "geek chic" who turns around to get a cocktail, ignoring Matt. Matt waits for him to order and then says, "What's going on? What was that all about?" "Geek chic" says that's my best friend you are making out with. The guy he's talking to right now is his boyfriend." Matt is shocked. Matt tries to explain that he didn't know John has a boyfriend. "Geek chic" says it's a fucked up situation, but just don't make it worse, ok. Matt agrees, apologizes again and tries to hug "geek chic" who brushes him off. Matt is annoyed now. Matt takes his drink and goes to dance with his friends, telling them what happened. A few songs later, Matt feels a guy grabbing his hips to dance with him. He looks back. It's John. John leans in and kisses him. Matt forgets for a minute and dances his ass back on John. Then Matt remembers and asks John where his boyfriend is. John says, "I don't care. He's such a prude. He won't even kiss me in public." John kisses Matt again. Matt opens his lips again easily for John's tongue. They make out for awhile. Matt likes how John feels against him. John and Matt break the kiss. John leans in and says, "I hope your ass spreads as easily as your lips do." Matt laughs and says, "What makes you think I'm a bottom?" John says, "People talk." as he nods towards "geek chic." Matt is surprised. "Geek chic" and the boyfriend and another friend are standing like 2 feet away. Clearly they'd been watching the make out session and dancing. They all look pissed. Matt is embarrassed to be caught making out with John again, but also embarrassed that "geek chic" may have told John that Matt let him fuck him bareback. Matt walks away. He finds a friend in line for drinks and gives him money for 4 shots and a drink. The friend and Matt do two shots each as Matt tells the friend about John and the boyfriend. Matt doesn't mention barebacking with "geek chic" since that is way too slutty to share. The friend commiserates with Matt and advises that they just go dance and ignore John and his friends. Matt agrees, but wants to go to the bathroom first. There is a line for the bathroom - as always in this club - and Matt waits against the wall. John finds Matt again and kisses him. Matt pushes John off lightly because the situation is so annoying. Matt drinks his cocktail and says, "John this is annoying. Just go be with your boyfriend." John says, "He left me here." Matt says, "Oh I'm sorry, but don't you live in the suburbs (they had talked while they made out)," John says, "Yeah. I'll take the train home tomorrow." Matt says, "But where are you staying tonight? With "geek chic"?" John says, "Yes. Unless I get a better offer." John smiles are Matt and feels his hip. Matt looks sharply at John indicating that isn't going to happen. John gets in line with Matt for the bathroom. They keep talking. John is really sexy. Matt's resolve is weakening. John can tell Matt is going to give it up tonight. John leans in and licks Matt's neck and says, "You are so sexy." When Matt is done in the bathroom, he waits for John to finish. Matt knows he shouldn't wait for John, but he waits anyway. John comes out, sees Matt waiting and kisses him. He leans in and grabs Matt's ass. John says, "Let's go to your place." Matt agrees. On the way out of the bar, Matt grabs condoms from the free jar and some lube packets. John smiles at Matt when we sees Matt grab the condoms and lube, "Are we using those tonight? Are you going to spread your ass for me?" Matt blushes, "Maybe." John kisses him. Back at Matt's apartment, the guys are naked fast. They get in the shower to clean off the club smells. John and Matt are kissing and making out. John's got a couple fingers in Matt already. John turns Matt to the wall and starts to eat Matt's hole. After the fingers, John's tongue feels soft and amazing. Matt is moaning. Matt says, "Let's dry off and go to my bed." They do. Matt grabs lube and condoms from his jeans and throws them on the bed. John puts Matt on his back, bends back his legs and starts eating Matt's ass again. Matt is loving every minute of this. It's been about a week since Bill fucked him. Matt is craving cock. John's cock is big. Almost 9" as Matt estimates because he couldn't get it all in his mouth earlier. John comes off Matt's ass and climbs up so his body is between Matt's legs, cock resting by his hole and John kisses Matt. John says, "Are you going to let me fuck you?" Involuntarily Matt spreads his legs wider at the question and says, "yes." John says, "You spread your legs and lips easily enough, now spread your ass for me." Matt reaches down and gets the lube and condom, hands them to John, and then reaches for his ass and spreads his cheeks. John opens the lube and puts some on Matt's ass, fingering some into Matt. Matt closes his eyes. John says, "Can I fuck you bareback for a bit? Just for a bit. I want to try it and you look so sexy." Matt's eyes pop open as he looks at John searchingly, wondering if "geek chic" told this secret too. John is lubing his large cock and looking at Matt. Matt has not said anything. He's just looking at John lubing his cock. John leans forward and kisses Matt. He puts the condom in Matt's hand. John lines his cock up to Matt's willing hole and pushes in the tip. Matt winces at John's size. John's face makes an "O" and he says, "Fuck your ass is so warm." John then says, "Just tell me when you want me to wear the rubber. I'll pull out and wrap up." John pushes more of his cock into Matt. Matt relaxes as this big cock invades his ass. Soon Matt feels John's balls on his ass. John is all the way inside him. Matt loves feeling this full. It barely hurts. Matt has taken big cocks before but the friction was always too much. John's cock feels so smooth. John starts fucking Matt. Matt is kissing John as John fucks him. He is holding John's ass with one hand and the condom with the other. Matt feels the length pulling out of his ass and returning with a shove, hitting his prostate. The boys are moaning in each others mouths. Matt drops the condom and puts his other hand on John's back. Matt feels the taut muscles in John's back as he is getting fucked. John and Matt fuck this way for awhile. John pulls out all the way, puts more lube on his cock, and tells Matt to get up doggie. Matt does. Matt sees the condoms on his bed, on his nightstand and on the floor. None of the condoms are on John's cock as Matt feels it slide back inside him. Matt moans and says, "You feel so good inside me." John says, "Your ass is amazing. I trying so hard not to cum too soon." Matt looks back at John as he says this, thinking maybe I should ask him to wear a condom now. He picks a condom off the bed. As he does, John hits Matt's prostate again, a moan escapes Matt's mouth and John kisses him deeply. The boys fuck this way for a few more minutes. John says, "I can't hold out much longer. I'm going to cum in your ass." Matt says, "Fucking cum in my ass." John explodes inside Matt. His fucking gets slower. The tight muscles relax and John slides out of Matt. 20 minutes later, Matt is riding John's cock again with John on his back. Matt is taking it bareback again. Matt is moaning like a slut. John says, "You like taking raw cock in your ass huh?" Matt says, "Fuck yeah. It feels so much better." John says, "Damn right it does." Matt is close. He's stroking his cock as he is riding John. John says, "Don't cum until I'm ready. I want you to cum on me while you beg me to cum inside you." Matt bites his lip and slows down his jerking. He works his ass muscles on John's cock. Matt asks, "Are you close?" John says, "Yeah. Tell me what you want." Matt says, "I want you to cum inside. While I'm riding your big bare cock. I want you to breed my ass." As Matt says this his cock jerks and he starts to cum. John grabs Matt's hips and thrusts up just as Matt's insides spasm on John's bare cock. John shoots another load into Matt. 45 minutes later John is shooting another load into Matt. At 4 am and 7am, Matt is taking more loads from John. At 11am, Matt wakes up. John is gone. He left a note. "You are a sexy fuck."

Here is the highly demanded part 2. There will be at least 3 more parts. Sorry that this one isnt as sexual but I thought that the eroticism payed off. Nate will be used more throughly in part 3.

For me it was a matter of time. Step brother took my cherry at 14 years. After my mother divorced my step father I went to live with my step father and brother during the university and both of them used me. I was also shared with my step father's trucker friends quite often. I grew up to be a bottom of course. Somehow dodged the bullet for quite a long time but knew it would happen eventually. Met a group of 4 German friends on bagpacking trip to Montreal. While all 4 played with me one of them had special interest in me. He ended up extending his stay by another 2 weeks and we were constantly having sex. He confessed that while all of them were Poz he somehow developed feelings for me and wanted me to convert. We never did extra things like brushing or anything and I naturally bore his babies. He had to return to Germany as he wasn't able to stay here permanently and love for each other diminished with long distance. He has a 9in German meat that I really can't forget. Still jerk off to his naked pictures. Luckily my CD4 count is pretty normal to start medicines. Drs are of the opinion for me to either start or wait it out. I decided to wait it out. VL is close to 900k

Chapter 3 of 3. I texted Adam and told him I was just finished with work and the gym and headed home. A few minutes later he asked if I could pick up some takeout food. I asked if he was hungry, and it seemed like he was stalling. I grabbed something and headed home. The takeout was quickly forgotten as he called to me from the bedroom. I tore off my clothes and ran upstairs. There he was, glistening and sweaty, ass up, and beautifully framed by a damp red jockstrap, a used full condom lay beside his knees. I inhaled in his sweaty smell, and he moaned to me that I smelled good, in a piggy way. I slapped my cummy dick against his hole, slick with assjuice and seed. Adam’s hole was already sloppy and opened up, somehow even more sticky than usual. I slid my tongue in and it went in so easily that I could actually tongue fuck him. Adam moaned into the mattress, ‘I want it raw, baby! Does that make me a slut?!?’ I told him, YES, and that I loved it. I started to slide into him, but he lurched forward. He had me lay down and squatted over me, my rock-hard cock pointed straight at his hole. ‘Baby,’ he said,’ I want to climb up and tease you first…’ I grinned. The look on his face was priceless from a gasp to a grimace to bliss as he slid down on my bare cock. Cum leaked out of him and puddled in my pubes. His hole was already filled up. Adam’s sloppy hole felt so good on my raw cock. If I hadn’t already bred the cheating stranger earlier, I would have cum much faster. I needed a bit of a break and he bent over winking his hole at me. He asked, ‘You like fucking me lubed up with cum?’ I oinked in reply. He suggested it would feel even better with his load added. I snipped the tip of the condom off and poured its contents inside his gaping cunt. Adam climbed back on and rode me until I told him I was going to cum. He bounced up and down until I filled him up from the inside for the first time. This time, he shot his own load all over my chest. I smeared it onto my cock and fucked it inside him. Adam thanked me for giving him a good cummy breeding session and told me he’d be naughtier if that was ok with me. Of course it was! I suggested to Brian that we invite Adam to our piggy bareback breeding sessions and he told me he’d do that when Adam was ready. This kind of fuck evening played out a few more times. Brian would call and I’d cancel plans with Adam to breed that cheating bottom. Never seeing the guy’s face, I’d rail the cumslut with Brian and Brad. After two more times of only my bare cock and cum going inside him, the cheating cumslut let Brian plow and fill him up. Eventually, the guy let all three of us breed him. Every time, I’d head home to Adam’s increasingly loose and cummy hole and give him my last load of the night. I thought Adam suspected something was up, but if he did, it only turned him on more. After the anonymous slut got used to taking all our seed, Brian suggest he try DP. His hole was getting so much use it was looser and sloppier than ever. I always took the bottom position and still never saw his face. Brian would enter the guy, sliding in alongside my cock until he’d fill the boy up. Brad would take his place. We’d send him home to his boyfriend dripping three loads out of his ruined cunt. Every time we finished with the cumslut; I’d race home to rail Adam. Every time I’d slide in, his hole felt more wet and more open. He’d stopped saving his loads in condoms. Adam told me he got so hot in anticipation that he’d jerk off waiting for me and then finger his load into his stretched out hole and get it ready for me to rail and fill up. Now I was the one suspecting things. … I guess what I should have mentioned one detail earlier. You should know that I’d bought Adam a red jockstrap for his birthday just before these piggy sessions got started. After the first time with the cheating stranger gagged with a red jockstrap, I suspected something was up. You see, I always did the laundry. When I picked it out of the hamper, crusty with cum, it all clicked into place. I wrote Adam’s name on the tag after doing the laundry and wanted to see how long these sessions would continue. Every time we played with Brian and Brad after that, I’d look at that red jockstrap and see ADAM in my own handwriting. I never let on that I knew I was breeding my own boy two times nearly daily, or that I was sharing and stretching out his cummy hole with Brian and Brad. After a year of sharing his cummy pussy with these two guys, we booked a vacation to a clothing optional gay resort. As we packed our suitcases, I made sure that he packed his red jockstrap. He looked surprised when I told him to bring it along. I told him his ass always looked great in that red jockstrap and maybe it was time for him to climb up and tease someone while I could watch. He grinned at me, and we headed to the airport. What happened on that vacation is another story… THE END.

Pouring Jack’s Seed into My Boy Chapter 1 of 4. I knew Jack from around the bars. He’d been quite the beauty in his twinky days, but that was years ago. Lately, he’d embraced his bearish daddy looks and sported a buzzcut and beard. He looked so good poured into tight jeans that showed off his impressive bulge very nicely. His shoulders and chest were covered with a dusting of salt and pepper fur that peeked out of a tight tank top. A few weeks ago, we chatted each other up at the bar while I was waiting for my boy to finish at the gym and meet me there. Jack told me that he was single these days and that he’d been super horny lately. He confided that he’d recently converted and was starting meds, but his viral load was nowhere near undetectable. I asked if he was playing safely these days and he grinned saying, ‘I’m happy to start with a condom,’ and pulled one out of his back pocket. Jack asked about my boy, and I took out my phone to show a few pics of him. I accidentally flashed him a steamy pic of my boy on his knees with his ass up. He looked so sexy after fucking and filling him up, I had grabbed my phone and snapped a naughty pic. I was mortified but Jack just grinned. He told me he loved leaving boys like that, opened up, freshly fucked and leaking. I thought about what Jack had said and felt myself getting hard. I had to take a piss and headed to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jack followed me in and stood at the trough right next to me. He unzipped his tight jeans and hefted out a massive cock. It was long and thick. I was mid-piss but started getting harder at the mere sight of his POZ manhood. I couldn’t continue pissing into the trough as my erection grew. Jack raised his eyebrows and asked me, ‘You like what you see?’ I could only nod, my mouth suddenly gone dry. ‘You ever think of sharing your boy with a hung POZ daddy?’ I couldn’t help but nod again. Jack reached out and grabbed my hand, bringing it to the base of his impressive cock. He kept grinning at me. ‘Next time you grab my dick, I want you to guide it into your boy’s hole. Sound like a plan?’ How could I not nod again. Jack continued, ‘The first time I fuck your boy, you’ll put my cock in him.’ I nodded. ‘The first time I get my seed in your boy, you’ll pour it into him.’ I nodded again. Jack left me in peace to collect myself and finally finish pissing into that trough. I was so hard I knew I wouldn’t be able to finish until I’d cum, so I stood there jerking off. For like five minutes, I wanked with images of Jack’s huge cock sinking into my boy’s raw hole. I shot my load into the ice at the bottom of the trough and was only then was able to empty my bladder. I shook my cummy cock dry and tucked myself back into my jeans and headed back to the bar. To be continued…

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.

Knocked Up In Booth #7 Here I was waiting in booth #7. That's my favorite booth here at this adult bookstore. The door is unlatched so that people can come in to visit. But today I am expecting someone that I'd messaged with on bbrts. I'm laying on the bench closer to the screen. I cleaned out my ass before coming and lubed it up and stretched it out with my largest plug. I remember seeing his ad for the first time. Nice looking dick! Black, 50, Looking to breed a nice ass. Awesome! Into... married men... chubs... Nice. Take loads anal... No, Oral, No. Give loads Anal and oral... Yes! Sweet! Cock, Large, Uncut! Hot! Then I see what instantly makes my little cock start to throb and leak pre-c um... My Status: Positive! Holy shit Yes! Your Status: Ask Me! I immediately hit the "Oink" button. Then I hit E-Mail and sent this: "Hey There... Nice looking dick" A few minutes later I see the little status bar flash. He responded! "Nice looking ass! Unlock?" I hit the unlock button then the E-Mail again and sent: "Thanks! It loves to be fucked and filled" He unlocked his pics and I looked at them. He was very tall and thin and sinewy looking but with a little bit of a belly. He had nnumerous tattoos and even though he was medium dark complected you could see vascularity in his legs especially. His reply came back quickly: "I'd love to pump a hot load in you" I was now very excited and replied: "You want to knock up my neg, married ass?" His answer: "Hell yeah!" I replied: "can you host?" His answer: "No, can you?" Damn... I replied: "No. You ever go to the bookstore booths" His reply email: "Yes, which ones do you like?". We made arrangements for a time to meet up at the bookstore which brings me back to where I started. I got there, and purchased $10 in tokens then went to booth #7, put the tokens into the machine, set the channel and took off my shoes and clothes and laid down on the bench. As I was waiting, there were several false starts, or as I like to call them "Looky loos". People who stick there head in and look, then quickly leave. I always wonder what these people are looking for. I imagine some just aren't into an older chub. Probably others are looking to suck or be fucked themselves and not interested in a bottom. And some maybe are just looking for an empty booth that someone had left playing with extra tokens. Whatever. Eventually I heard the door open and someone came in, then I heard the latch slide closed. Promising! Even more promising he started dropping tokens in the machine, signalling that he was planning to stay for a while. I couldn't clearly see who it was but I was sure hoping it was the guy from bbrts. The only light was coming from the screen playing one of the tranny videos, which are what I like to watch a lot when I am in the booths. I was wearing nothing but jock underwear and I had left a bottle of lube on the other bench. The visitor moved closer and I could feel his hands start to touch my back and butt. Then I heard the lube bottle being pumped and felt a finger start to invade my ass. Pushing in, then pulling out, then two fingers in, then three. Then pulled back out. Long, slim, bony fingers. I think it is the guy I am supposed to meet. Then I started to feel his dick head sliding in my crack until it found my hole and started to slip in. Even though I was well lubed and stretched and he had applied plenty of lube to his big dick it burned a little as my hole was stretched open. He was at least as big around as my biggest plug. Slowly he slid inside until he was all the way in. Yep, every bit as long as my biggest dildo too. I couldn't help but let out a moan that was loud enough to hear over the porn playing as he bottomed out and I felt his pubes against my smooth ass. He waited a few seconds for me to accommodate him then started to pull back out causing me to moan again. Then he pushed back into me hard and started to work his dick in and out. He pounded my ass hard for probably at least 10 minutes, his big balls slapping against my taint and me making little noises as I was being used. Then his pace picked up and I noticed his breathing start to get more heavy. He then stopped all the way in and I could feel his dick start to throb and hot jets of cum being blasted deep inside me. He stayed inside me and didn't pull out. After a few seconds to recover I felt him start to move in me again. This time it took him at least 20 minutes before I felt him unload in me again. Just in time because right after he did the tokens ran out and he left without saying a word, leaving me to get dressed in the dark in the booth, the only light coming from the "insert tokens" message on the screen. As I walked out of the bookstore I could feel his cum leaking out of my abused hole and the rest of the day I had that "just fucked" feeling. I didn't know if I would hear from him again, but when I got home I logged onto bbrts and sent him a message thanking him for the loads. I was very pleased when about an hour later I got a reply back: "Meet me there again tomorrow" To be continued?

I would love to see you presenting, but I think I'd want to get my face into your sexy ass firt to see if I could taste any loads..

Doggy at the edge of the bed so I can stand for better leverage. My BF likes to be fucked on his back at the edge of the bed so I can stand but he can still see my face.

Nearly everybody likes a big Dick: that’s hardly news. But really, if you’re into barebacking (and I am), it’s really more about getting the cum or piss that the top produces into all my holes ASAP. If it were just about size, I could just buy a bunch of dildos.

I'm with @WelshBBCigarFuck as top or bottom. For me, the connection is amplified when two men stare into each other's eyes at the moment of breeding.

This is great news, this is my fave place in Berlin. I am thinking of going as soon as it opens up again as I have been double vaxed.

Well spelled out. you hit exactly the point. For my part I feel the same.

When I tested positive for HIV, it all changed. I was a married man who was cheating on my wife with someone from work. I started an affair with this hot guy from work who made my feelings about being homosexual all change . We both started to chase at the same time. And this affair lasted two years when he won . Not to long before the party he was out from work. He seroconverted around the time of the party. At a holiday party we both screwed each other and soon after I seroconverted. We had both tested negative in our last tests . I tested positive in January. When I was told, I knew it would be that I would be positive. I too had a hardon leaving the doctors office. My wife soon divorced me for the affair. And outed me to family and friends. That was six years ago. I love being POZ!

Great start, already hooked... 👍

Good for you bro. Take the loads naturally the way it was meant to be. I'm not on prep and have easily taken over 20,000 loads in my ass since age 13. It's about having a good time and enjoying the pleasure of another man's cum inside you!

I do believe so

Information update as of 11th July, 2021 from planetromeo group Ajpnia (was busy, so sorry for any delay when posting) Baustellenbegegnung - Kaffee Liebe Freunde und Gäste des Ajpnia, am Sonntag, den 18.07.2021 von 14:00 Uhr bis ca. 18:00 Uhr starten wir wieder mit unserem Baustellen Café. Wenn auch immer noch keine reguläre Öffnung in Sicht ist, gibt es doch dadurch die Möglichkeit ein wenig zu verweilen und bei Kaffee und Kuchen gemeinsam ein wenig Zeit zu verbringen. Wir freuen uns auf einen Besuch. Euer Ajpnia e.V. Construction Site Café Dear friends and guests of Ajpnia, on Sunday, July 18th 2021 from 2 p.m to 6 p.m. we will again start with our 'Construction Site Café'. Though no regular opening schedule is seen right now, this will give an opportunity to meet again and shre some time together with coffee and cake. We appreciate your visit. Your Ajpnia e.V. team Stay tuned for further information 😉

I went there on a Saturday evening. It was their Poz friendly night. It is quite small but I felt it was quite friendly - I preferred this place to some of the larger venues. Down stairs were all the action seemed to be and the mixed crowd of older men, certainly got me going. There were some aids bone candidates, thin and vascular who were happily fucking some guys raw on the makeshift mattresses. I did spot a nice older bear with a hot scorpion tat above his dick, but he seemed to be fucking covered. I was topping that evening so there were a couple of nice arses in the air ready to take my dick, which was nice. We ended up leaving after a couple of hours to go to Der Boiler which if I had my way again I would have stayed to enjoy the fun. Next time in Berlin I will be here for the whole evening. X

Being a pig…for me. When I first started having sex I did the basics…I got sucked and sucked dick. I fucked, occasionally. I remember some men thinking I was a “dirty” guy for I swallowed cum and I rimmed ass before I fucked. Now I do a lot more… On my blog I once called bringing my cock out of a man’s ass to his mouth The Pig Test. I think it’s a good starting point for me. It’s a freeing of having ‘respectable’ sex. And if you’ve cleaned out properly, the lube your ass produces is delicious. I love the juices men make. I love the taste of them and the feel. I don’t think it’s about uncleanliness. I don’t want pits to reek of not having been washed for 4 days. Sweat only smells bad when it has been on the body for a time and becomes full of bacteria—I want you to start freshly showered and we will make the sweat by having vigorous sex. Then I will be licking those pits every chance I get. They are full of pheromones—the very thing that gets our cocks hard. And I hope you would want to taste the desire on my tongue. Piss is different than urine. Watersports pigs dilute the urine by drinking water or beer or fruit juice so it is almost clear piss. And it’s about sensation. I love to fuck a man on my bench, pull out and coat his ass with my piss. For him, it is suddenly warm and wet. And it causes me to rim him all over again. Piss in the mouth – it’s about what is coming out of a dick—this never ending cumshot of fluid pouring into you. Not to mention the head rush of serving the man delivering it completely. And then there is felching. I was sure I would never do that. Larry Kramer made it sound so disgusting in Faggots. And then it happened to me by chance in a bathhouse. A man I was rimming pushed the load he’d just taken into my mouth. I came on the spot. And was hooked… My chosen screenname sums up the sexual adventurer I have become embracing the pigginess that fuels my sex drive.

I feel extremely submissive when a top grips my jaw, commands me to open my mouth, and spits into my waiting mouth! I love to have someone spit in my face! I love to have someone spit on my ass and use that as lube! Spit is another fluid I welcome into my body, that I want a top to make me take from him as we fuck! Do you like to be made a submissive whore and be spit on? 💧

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.

I’ve had fantasies, DARK FANTASIES, for as long as I can remember. They have evolved over the years, from public sex at gloryholes (okay maybe that’s not dark) to more open public sex at parks, rough sex, rape and more. Recently, I’ve been reading Chem Sex stories and the thought of drugs, both consensual and forced, has intertwined into my fantasies. The problem is, they have always remained that, fantasy. I’ve been to scared to even verbalize them, let alone follow through on them, or even write/chat about online. Until now that is. A few weeks ago, I created a profile on NKP and thought that this would be a way to put my fantasies out and not be worried about them getting out of my control. I loved reading some of the more hardcore profiles and was sort of envious of the guys who could express, and possibly act on these impulses. I put in my profile that I was new to all this and had dark fantasies and put Ask Me for the drug use area. I put a couple of pics, one body, one ass, in the profile. Unsurprisingly, I received responses fairly quickly and got hard reading responses and looking at the profiles. One response stood out as it was not overly explicit, but more supportive and encouraging exploration. His picture was also nice, a good body and a pretty nice appearing fat cock. I responded back to him and said I’d love to chat more. We emailed back and forth, with me not realizing at first, as he moved me to talk more and more about what my fantasies encompassed. He never once made me feel ashamed or dirty about what I was writing, and also never pushed for us to hook up. However, I realize now, he was making me give up my control to him and was wearing me down for his chance to corrupt me. After several weeks, he began exploiting my fantasies and talking about moving them from make believe to real. We talked about my work and week schedule, what I would be doing and wear I would be. I told him that I had an appointment at the DMV to get a new driver’s license one morning before work. He started a chat about meeting me there and fucking me in the bathroom. I said, “Fuck that’d be hot, but not something I’m ready for.” He understood, saying, “Fantasy is great.” I didn’t hear from him for a couple days, until the night before my DMV appointment. We did some more hot chatting, him encouraging me to pump a load out while we did this and then to push it into my hole. I was so fucking turned on by this that I did it and when I told him I did, he responded, “that’s not the last load of cum going up your ass, boy.” I got up the next day, drove to the DMV and waited to be called up. I looked around the room, passing the time, and saw this hot guy sitting in front and to my right. He was wearing a t-shirt, ballcap and sweat pants that were a little tighter than most guys wear. I had to quickly turn away when he turned his head to the left. A couple of minutes later, he got up and walked across the room to a table. I watched every step, seeing a bulge in his crotch and the sweats tight on his ass. At the table, he stretched and his shirt pulled up, showing a line of hair that disappeared into his pants. He reached up his shirt, causing his stomach and more hair to show. He caught me staring, smirked at me and mouthed the word, “Faggot” at me. I don’t think I’ve ever been more humiliated, or turned on, then I was in that moment. My dick was hurting as I watched him walk back to his chair. When my number was called, I walked up to the counter, passing him, and heard him whisper, “Fag boy” and then chuckle. I tried keeping my attention on the clerk helping me but it was hard to focus. A couple of minutes later, I felt my chair get bumped, harder then if by accident, and looked up to see him walking past me to the other window. As he began talking to his clerk, I continued struggling with my own clerk. I listened to him talking about seeing his kid for his birthday later today and how he doesn’t get to see her much because of the kid’s mother. I got up to take my picture when I noticed a piece of paper next to my chair. When I got back to the chair, I reached down and picked it up, thinking maybe I had dropped. As I was leaning back up after picking the paper up, I saw him again looking and smirking. I unfolded the paper and was turned on by what I read. It simply said, “Bathroom faggot.” I looked back, but he was talking with his clerk, appearing to have disregarded me. After I paid for my license, I got up to leave and walked out of the room, trying to ignore the note. As I was walking out, I saw the restroom sign, with an arrow pointing down a hallway. I paused, willing myself to turn and walk out the building. The longer I stood there, the harder it was to choose to walk out the building. I felt my feet moving of their own accord as they turned me left and began walking down the hall toward the bathroom. I tried telling them to stop, but it did not work. I walked down the hall about 20 feet and entered the men’s room before I knew what was happening. I walked to the last stall, and entered. Not knowing why I did it, I turned to the stall door and dropped down on my knees. Some other part of my brain, the one that contained all the fantasies had seemingly taken control. Kneeling on the floor, I put my hands behind my back and leaned my head down to the floor. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and footsteps approaching the stall where I was kneeling. I heard a deep voice say, “That’s what I knew a faggot like you would do.” I lifted my eyes up and as my head began to lift, he told me to just look forward at his cock. I stopped at his dick, which was sticking out of his pants. It looked to be about 7” long hard, and about the size of a Red Bull around. He simply said, “Suck it faggot, that’s all your good for.” It turned me on hearing him insult and debase me and I leaned forward, opening my mouth and, for the first time, I gave into my fantasy of sex in a public bathroom. After having his cock head in my mouth for a few seconds, he grabbed the back of my head and yanked it toward his crotch, saying, “Hurry up faggot, I’m not here for a head job.” I felt him push at my throat and immediately started to choke. I also heard somewhere in my head, my voice yelling at me to stop this and get out of there. That voice was drowned out by the pain of him continuing to force himself into my throat as he forced my lips to his pubes and crotch. He laughed at the pain I was going through, the choking and the tears it was causing. “That’s where faggots like you belong, on your knees gagging on my straight cock.” He pulled out before slamming back in, pushing into my throat and repeating this several times. “Fuck yeah faggot, you’re starting to get better.” As the throat rape continued, I felt my throat loosen and the gag reflex subsiding. After a couple of minutes of this, with his cock jammed all the way in, he told me, “Stand the fuck up and lose the fucking pants.” I tried shaking my head to tell him “No” but his response cut directly through me, “Do it, or you’re going to regret it. Badly.” I tried pulling off his cock in order to stand up and he immediately grabbed the back of my head again, shoving it back down on his cock and said, “I told you to stand up, not get off my cock. Now get the fuck up before I have to hurt you.” Using my hands and feet for leverage, I was able to stand up without dislodging his cock. I reached down and was somehow successful in unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. “C’mon faggot,” he ordered as he grabbed my pants and began yanking them downward. I was able to get them down to my ankles and eventually kick them off. I felt his hand reach over to my ass and the sound of the slap and the pain from him slapping my ass were a shock I was not expecting and I seemed to take even more of his dick in. I felt him reach back with his left hand and pull my ass cheeks apart. I heard him spit and his right returned to my ass, rubbing the spit directly on my hole. Then, without any warning, I felt my hole get ripped open by one of his fingers as he jammed it in. I grunted in pain as I had not had anything up my ass in months (damn COVID). He fucked me with one finger, and then jammed in a second one. Without lube and having been so tight, my hole was in serious pain. After fucking me with two fingers for a minute or so, he ripped them out, putting an angle on them to pull my hole open upwards as he exited. The order was direct, “Turn around faggot and spread that ass for me.” For a second, I did not know what to do and he smacked me hard on the side of my head, “Now faggot.” I pulled off his cock, almost immediately missing the feeling in my stretched out throat. I turned around, bent over and spread my ass cheeks. “Nice fag pussy. But it’s going to be even nicer when I’m done with you.” I heard him hocking his throat and then spitting directly onto my hole. I then felt his fingers jam back in and a second later, I felt a burn beginning in my ass. I immediately knew, from reading all the chem sex stories. He had just shoved a shard of meth up my ass. I immediately said, “No, please take it out.” He laughed and said, “Too late for that,” and as he said that, the first wave of meth hit my brain and I began to feel the impact. My hole began to open up and the craving for more in my ass began. I pushed back on his fingers, reaching the base of them. He laughed, “There it is. The faggot is awake.” He yanked his fingers out and said, “I think you need a little more help.” This time I felt three fingers jam in and a new, and more intense burning begin. I immediately groaned, in pleasure and pain from the burn, but again shoved my ass down to the base of his fingers. Before I could stop myself, I begged him, “Fuck me, please. Shove your dick in me. Please, I need you to fuck…rape my faggot pussy hard.” I heard that laugh again as he yanked his fingers out again. I felt a cool liquid drop on my hole and pushed back to try and get to his cock. He put his hand on my back and stopped me, saying, “You should be more careful what you ask for.” I felt his cock head on my hole and before I could even think about being ready, he slammed through my hole and ran all the way in, balls deep, on the first thrust. The pain was immense and I screamed out in response. However, the darkness again took over as I groaned, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, rape me.” He pulled all the way out and then slammed back in, doing this over and over again until he told me, “Your pussy is wide open, begging me for my dick.” He slammed back in and I grunted in pleasure as he then proceeded to give what I begged for, a brutal rape fuck slamming into me over and over again, not caring what he was doing to me. I felt myself slamming back on him as he slammed into me, feeling him hit my prostate every time. This fuck did not last long and he warned me, “I’m gonna cum faggot, I’m gonna shoot my dirty load in you.” I barely made out the word “Dirty” but didn’t care. I begged, “Please, shoot your load in me, knock my cunt up, give it to me.” After several more hard and deep thrusts, he slammed in one last time as he said, “Here it is faggot,” as I felt him start to spasm as he pumped his load deep in my ass. I kept begging him, “Give it to me. Load me up.” After several spasms, he grunted as he finished, “Fucking faggot, that’s a big strong load of cum up your ass. Thank me for letting you have it.” “Thank you for giving me your load Sir, I needed it.” He slowly pulled out, telling me to squeeze my cunt so I didn’t drop any of his cum. I did the best I could, but could feel some cum slide out. I heard rustling and he handed me my phone, showing a picture of my stretched open hole with cum dripping out. I could only respond, “Oh fuck,” as he said, “You’ll probably enjoy the video too.” I scrolled back and started the video, which began with a very visible shot of the shard he shoved in me. “I used my phone and shared the video with yours. You’re going to enjoy the responses that this video gets.” I tried to fight my brain back into control, but the meth was too much in control. I begged him to fuck me more, but he laughed and said, “I will but not now. I think the next guy can help you out.” I heard, as if on cue, the bathroom door open and footsteps approach. A part of me fought to stand back up and try to prevent being seen. However, the voice inside my head, and the order I was given, “Don’t you fucking move,” kept me under control. I heard a new voice say, “There’s the faggot I knew you were.” This didn’t make any sense at first until the first guy said, “Thanks for letting me break him open. He’s a good little fag fuck. Especially with the two shards I gave him.” The second guy laughed and said, “He’s been fucking waiting for this day. I’ve spent too much time breaking his mind down. Now it’s time to break that ass open, more than he’s begged for. SO MUCH MORE.” To be continued, if you want

"Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours." That's what they said right before they started tag teaming my asshole with their raw cocks. But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was 19, my family took a trip to one of those all-inclusive resorts to Cancun. It was over Christmas break, so I guess it was a nice escape from the winter, but the resort wasn't exactly geared for the fun of a 19 year old who wasn't drinking. We had done the side trips to the ruins and shit, but mostly we hung at the resort where I was bored and mostly alone while my parents drank and had fun. One day they opted for the catamaran drunk cruise. I begged them to not make me go. I pulled the "I'm not a child anymore" card and said I would be quite content reading, napping and lounging by the pool. They finally relented, and I was left to my own devices for an entire day. If only they'd been more protective of their horny, gay son. I hit the pool pretty early with only my book, towel, mirrored shades, and swimsuit. Since I used to be a competitive swimmer I still had my speedo, which is what I decided would make for the best tan lines. I claimed one of the lounge chairs and set in for a nice day of relaxation. And I promptly fell asleep in the warm sun. I awoke some time later hearing hushed voices next to me. It was two, obviously American men whispering in close proximity to me. Voice 1: Look, the kid totally has a boner! Voice 2: Shhh! Don't wake him up and embarrass him. Voice 1: (laughing) Looks like part of him is already awake! (This is when I realized that I had one of those relaxed, sun-boners and they were talking about me! I was mortified and kept still while desperately trying to will my hardon away, but it wouldn't budge.) Voice 1: Damn, it just flexed in his suit! Totally hot! Voice 2: Yeah, the kid has a nice package on him, and a nice little body. Voice 1: I'm getting hard just looking at the outline of his cock. Oh the things we could do... Voice 2: Don't even think about it. Voice 1: Oh, like you aren't thinking about filling that young ass. Voice 2: Go get us a couple beers and cool off. I heard Voice 1 guy get up and flip-flop away toward the bar. Hearing them talk about me in a gay way was making my dick so hard that I knew it wasn't going to go away without a serious spank. I made sort of a fakey "I'm snoring and waking myself up" noise and rolled over onto my stomach. I tried to lay there quietly like I was still asleep. And when Voice 1 came back, I did an equally fake slow wake up and roll over, but simultaneously grabbed my towel and covered my still throbbing junk. I sat up and decided to read a bit, thinking this might take my mind off things. No such luck. Especially when I saw the two men attached to the voices. One was mid 40's, salt and pepper hair, rough beard, and a stocky, muscular body covered with a pelt of coarse, curly black hair. The other was blonde, a bit younger (maybe mid 30's), tall, smooth, tanned and toned. Both were exceedingly attractive (the blonde could have been a model) and both were wearing straining speedos that left very little to the imagination. I tried to ignore them, but they could tell I was staring. Voice 1: Hi there! What are you reading? (it was the blonde) Oh my god. They were so hot and they were talking to me! I stuttered a bit before telling them that I was reading Humboldt's Gift for my American literature class. I remember this fact purely because I never did finish that damn book and had to cliff note the fucker. This opened the doorway into conversation, through which I learned that they were John (Voice 1) and Vince (Voice 2), a gay couple on vacation. They asked many questions about me, like was I there alone? Was I enjoying my free day? What time would my parents be back? Did I have any plans for the rest of the day? By this time my boner had actually gone down and I was thirsty, so I uncovered myself and stood up to go to the bar to get a coke. My further mortification was imminent. Vince: Um, you might want to sit back down. Me: Why? John: (laughing) Because you left a spot of precum in your speedo the size of a half-dollar! I looked down, and sure enough my penis had betrayed me yet again. My electric blue speedo had a huge, dark blue spot of wetness centered right at my cock head. I hastily sat down and covered up again, completely and utterly embarrassed. Vince, however, knew what to do. "John, go get him a coke would you?" "Sure thing." As John walked off, Vince quietly remarked "Don't be embarrassed. It happens to all of us. And, truth be told, that's a pretty impressive spot. You must be a big leaker. Or just incredibly horny." "Well... um...." "So, are you? A healthy cummer, I mean?" "Isn't that sorta personal?" "Lemme guess. You are stuck here with family and you haven't jacked off in days. And now you are so backed up you were going to fire off a few loads today with your free time. Am I right?" "How'd you know?" Chuckling, Vince replied "We've all been there, guy." "What are you two laughing about?" John asked as returned, coke in hand. Taking the lead, Vince explained "The poor guy hasn't cum in days because he's been cooped up with his parents. Hence the gigantic wet spot." John handed me my coke, and a glance passed between he and Vince. I couldn't believe I was having an open conversation about jacking off and precum with two relative strangers, even if they were two, handsome gay men. Apparently they were of one mind, cause without any further discussion John remarked "You know, we could help you out of your jam. You need to empty yourself out before you make a mess all over this pool deck, and it just so happens that Vince and I like to pleasure guys, such as yourself." "Oh, I don't know... I um...," I stuttered, turning even beet red in embarrassment. "No pressure or anything. It would just be a relaxing, fun time and all about your pleasure. We would make sure you would be empty enough to survive the rest of your stay here with your parents," Vince explained, in a very discrete, man-to-man voice. "Honestly, I'm not sure I should," I responded, honestly more than a little interested. John: What else have you got to do today? I guarantee you'll have a better time than just sitting by the pool kicking yourself for missing a mind-blowing afternoon of sex. Vince: It's your call, but we're nice guys and I think you would have fun. Me: .... ok. We left the pool together and they escorted me up to their hotel room. Now, while I wasn't a virgin (I'd been having oral sex with other boys for a few years now, and I had a fairly regular suck session with a fraternity guy at school) but I'd never done any kind of anal. And definitely had never done a three way. And I'd never had sex with men clearly much older than I was. So you can imagine how very nervous I was. At first we just sat on their bed and they gave me a beer. I drank it fast and relaxed a little. Then they each reached out a hand and started stroking me lightly. Massaging my neck a little. I started to get hard. Both were very patient to start. They gently stripped off my swimsuit and laid me back on the bed. Both of their mouths fell to working on my body-- my neck, my nipples, my stomach, my thighs, my balls. And then I felt the wet heat on my cock. Instantly I was rock hard and straining to hold myself back from the waves of pleasure rocking my body. It was John sucking my cock while Vince sucked and tongued my nipples. He slowly traced his tongue up my neck, to my adam's apple, and then over my chin to my mouth. When Vince's mouth met mine, everything exploded-- including my orgasm. John greedily clamped down on my cock and took every drop. He stayed there until my dick finally stopped squirting like a minute later. John: Holy FUCK this kid's a cummer! God damn! Vince: And I think I found his trigger points. Me: I'm sorry! It's just that when you kissed me I couldn't hold back. You are just so... handsome. And hairy! Vince: (laughing) Yeah, I do have a bit of fur. Me: It's hot! John: I think the kid isn't done yet... he still hasn't gone soft. After that, John and Vince stripped off their suits... and wow. John was totally clean shaven, which made his cock look exceptionally huge. Judging from the size of mine, I figured he had to be at least 8 inches. And Vince had a dark bush of pubes, big balls and a shorter, but decently thick, uncut cock. And both had these curious tattoos on their hips. Me: Oooh. You guys have matching tattoos! Looks like a nuclear symbol. Are you guys radioactive or something? John: (smirking) Something like that. Me: Well, you both are pretty hot! Vince: I think we should massage another load or two out of our friend here, John. Me: Hell yeah! Deal! We had another couple of beers, and then Vince got the lube out of their travel bag. I was buzzing well at this point and feeling pretty good. Vince got me up on all fours, and then proceded to do something that nobody had done to me up to that point. He ate my ass. And when his tongue hit my pucker, I almost came unglued. This released the last of my inhibitions, and I became an insatiable fuck hole that afternoon. John was kneeling on the bed close to me, and as soon as Vince started rimming me, my mouth latched onto John's cock and I started sucking for all I was worth. I was only able to fit about half his cock in my mouth and I tasted his precum as I worked his salty slit with my tongue. John: Damn Vince, this kid can SUCK! Vince: Yeah, but we're here to milk him dry. And I think he needs to be milked from the inside. And with that, Vince lubed a finger and slid it into my butthole. Electricity jumped through me and I became a sex crazed novice bottom. He fingered my prostate (nobody had ever done that either) and it made me go crazy with desire. I sucked John like a hoover while bucking around on Vince's finger, all the while drooling precum all over the bedspread. Vince worked a couple fingers into me along with more lube... then his fingers left my ass. It felt like someone had shut off my horny switch. But then, I felt Vince's cock head rubbing up against my hole, teasing and pressing against my pucker. And while it was electric, warning bells were going off in my head. Me: Do you have a condom? Vince: Yeah, somewhere I think. But how about I just tease your pretty butthole a bit with my cock first? Me: We really need a condom. And you need to go easy on me-- I've never been fucked. Vince: Never?? Me: Nope. I've wanted to do it, but it just hasn't ever happened yet. John: Vince, pass me the poppers. I'll help our little bottom virgin out. Me: What are poppers? They aren't drugs are they? I don't do drugs. John: No, you just sniff them and they help you relax. They actually have a medical purpose. Me: Um.... John: Here, I'll show you. Just take a small sniff like this... John took a hit, and I could see him go flush a bit and relax. Then he held the bottle under my nose. I debated it for about a second, and then took a hit. The warm rush was incredible. Vince timed my rush with another finger assault which had me begging for more. The damn poppers had made me desperate for cock and had silenced those pesky warning bells. Me: Oh god. Fuck me! Vince: You want it? Me: Yes! I need to feel your cock inside me! Now! Please?? Vince didn't need to be asked twice. John held the little bottle under my nose again, I took a hit. And as I went soaring on a wave of pleasure, Vince entered my ass. While it hurt, it really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Sure it burned a little bit, but overall he was able to slide right in and I just felt full. It probably helped that he was uncut and I was an incredibly horny teenager. Vince slow fucked me while I got used to having a cock in my ass, and I went back to working John's big cock with my tongue and throat. The pleasure I was getting from both ends being filled, plus the alcohol, plus the poppers had me rock hard and begging for as much sex as these two men could dish out. Vince eventually sped up his tempo and the sensation his fat cock was giving me was making my head reel. I was tingling everywhere and begging to cum again. I reached back to cup Vince's balls and to feel his cock sliding in and out of my ass. And that's when I noticed he didn't have a condom on. Me: Where's the condom? Vince: You told me you wanted cock in you now. I didn't have time to put one on. Me: But sex without a condom is risky... Vince: Relax buddy, we won't cum in you. Today is all about your pleasure, not ours. John: Here, have some more poppers... Vince continued to fuck me and my protests ebbed as the pleasure increased. John pushed his dick back into my mouth and I let the poppers relax me into the pure ecstasy of man on man on man sex. Vince: Oh Johnny, you really need to feel this boy's ass. It's so tight and smooth! John: I can't wait for my turn! Vince: Well, it's coming soon. I'm about ready to share... John: Sweet! Here kid, take another hit Me: Damn this feels so good. Vince: It's gonna get better in a minute. I'm going to put my cock head right at your prostate and you are going to feel me flex it. Trust me, it will drive you wild with pleasure. Me: Do it! I wanna feel that! Vince thrust a few more times in me quickly, then parked his cock a little more than halfway inside me. And then I felt it. His cock head was pressed up inside me, and I could feel throbbing and flexing inside me. The sensation was incredible! John: You doing it Vince? Vince: Fuuuck yeah. You feel that, kiddo? Yeah, I'm trying to milk your load out from the inside. Me: It feels amazing, I don't want it to stop. Vince: I can do it again later, but now it's John's turn though. And just wait til you feel him inside you! Me: I don't know... he's so big! I'm not sure I can take it... Vince pulled out with a wet plop, and shifted around the bed. He suggested that I try riding John's cock to start. That way I could control it better and be more comfortable. Without Vince in me, I felt like my switch had again been turned off and I desperately wanted it back on again. So I agreed. John lay down on the bed- his cock enormous and intimidating. Vince lubed him up and worked a bit more lube up my ass. Me: Shouldn't we get a condom? John: Vince didn't have to wear one. Me: But we have time to get one one now and... Vince: It's okay kid, just try it for a bit. We can always get one on later. I want John to feel what I got to feel! Me: Just... don't cum in me. Okay? John: Wouldn't dream of it. I straddled John's groin. John held onto the base of his cock while I tried to line up his head with my hole. Vince fed me more poppers, and before I knew it I was sliding down almost the full length of John's big cock. He bottomed out inside me with still about an inch of cock to go. There was a dull pain deep in my abdomen when John's cock head was poking my guts, but the sensation of that much cock sliding inside me and filling my guts sent me over the moon. I think my eyes literally rolled back into my head. John: Holy fuck! This kid is a natural born bottom! Vince: What did I tell you? John: So fuckin' hot and slick! Thanks for lubing it up for me! Me: Oh my God! You are so fucking BIG! Vince: Enjoy the ride you two. I started sliding up and down on John's cock and he let me control the fuck action. Every thrust into me from his cock gave me the sensation like I was stroking my own erect penis. Only I wasn't touching myself. It was like I was jacking off, but no-handed. The pleasure was building, and it sent my body into sort of a fuck frenzy. I was fucking myself down onto John's cock and building my orgasm with every bounce. Vince straddled John's face and fed his soft, uncut cock into John's mouth while John grabbed my hips and helped ram my ass up and down faster on his cock. Vince worked my nipples and then planted another deep, wet, scratchy beard kiss on me. I went into overload. Me: Oh God! I'm gonna cum! Vince: Do it, kid! Me: Dont' stop fucking me-- I'm so close! John: I wanna feel you cum with my dick jammed in your sweet fuckhole! Vince grabbed the back of my head and kissed me again hard and with that kiss my first shot arced up between us and spattered all over Vince's hairy chest. As soon as he felt me start to shoot, John grabbed my hips and thrust all the way into my butt, even that last inch that wouldn't go in seemed to find a place inside me. The pain in my guts mixed with my orgasmic pleasure was enough to make me cry out into Vince's mouth. But I couldn't stop cumming. Volley after volley of my spunk coated Vince and dripped down onto John's face. I was spasming like I was having a seizure and Vince eventually just looked on in amazement as John started laughing and licking up the cum gobs that spattered his way. I kept shuddering and shaking with the post orgasmic shivers. Vince kissed me gently while I was still impaled on John's cock and trying to relax my quivering sphincter. John told me that if I stopped wiggling around so much he could make himself go soft so it would be easier to pull out. A few minutes later and after some deep breathing on my part he was indeed flaccid and I was able to ease myself off of him. Feeling fully satiated, I was going to take my leave but Vince and John convinced me otherwise. Vince: You are a young stud, and I bet you have another load in you yet. John: Besides, we haven't cum, have we Vince? Vince: No we haven't. And there's still a few more things we could do together. Three cocks offer so many options... John: It would be a shame to waste them. Me: But I probably should be going... Vince: Where? You're parents aren't gonna be back for a few hours yet. Might as well spend it fucking. John: Hasn't it been fun? Haven't you enjoyed yourself? We've sure enjoyed you. In the end I agreed to stay for another round of sex. We had a few more beers, and they eventually got me hard by tongue-fighting over my cock. This got them hard too and the next thing I knew it was a free for all on their bed. We were all kissing and sucking whatever we could get our mouths on, rubbing on each other, humping, etc. I ended up on top and this time rode Vince's cock (I had decided that I quite liked riding and being in charge) while John stood on the bed so I could suck him. Then John squatted over Vince's face so Vince could tongue his hole while John and I made out. John worked my nips and I begged Vince to do the pulse-trick on my prostate again. After about 15 more minutes of fucking, he grabbed my hips and I felt the magic throbbing inside me again. Each pulse was like an joy buzzer shock inside me- I loved it! Then they both maneuvered me so that I was on my back with my head hanging over the edge of the bed. More poppers and John was fucking me again with his huge cock while Vince stood over my face with his flaccid, wet, uncut penis. Me: I've never sucked an uncut cock before. Vince: Well, this is a day full of firsts for you! John: (giggling) And lasts... Me: I think I'll remember this day for the rest of my life Vince: Of that I have no doubt. John grabbed my ankles and took to fucking my ass hard. And I took Vince into my mouth and let my tongue savor his foreskin. The feeling of the skin was silky, and I could taste a mixture of lube and what I thought was his precum. When I inhaled, I got a full whiff of his musky manscent. It was almost better than the poppers. The rush of blood to my head and the feeling of foreskin in my mouth was dizzying. John flipped me around (all while not pulling out his cock) and got me on all fours. He then suggested to Vince that since this had been a day of firsts, how about they make me Lucky Pierre? Vince agreed and hopped up on the bed in front of me. I had no idea what a "lucky pierre" was, until Vince spit on my cock, and shoved it into his ass. It was so warm and velvety... so unlike anything I had ever experienced. So hot! So much better than a blow job! I was getting my ass fucked by a big cock while simultaneously losing my anal topping virginity inside a hot, furry daddy! It was all too much. I think I lasted all of a minute before I warned them that I was getting close. That's when John reached forward, grabbed Vince's hips and Vince reached back and grabbed mine. I was locked in place between them and stuck in Vince's ass! Me: I'm gonna cum! I should pull out!!! Vince: Just cum in me, kid! John: Do it! He wants you to! Me: But... but... Vince: I trust you John: C'mon kid! Shoot that load! Breed my boyfriend! John thrust again hard inside me and with that I erupted inside Vince's ass. The wet heat of my orgasm enveloped my cock as I shot my third load of the afternoon into Vince's bare ass, groaning "God DAMN, this feels awesome!" Apparently it was an impressive orgasm because Vince echoed my remarks saying "Holy fuck, I can feel him cumming in me!" In full approval, John answered "So hot! Take that virgin load!" After my orgasm finally subsided, John slid out of my ass with ease and I did the same to Vince. We collapsed in a sweaty heap on their bed. I awoke about an hour later, with a headache and instant fear. According to the bedside clock, my parents were due back at any time. I jumped to my feet, pulled-on my speedo, grabbed my stuff and headed out. I thanked Vince and John for the best sex of my young life and they said it was truly their pleasure. I made it back to the pool and managed to rinse the sex off about ten minutes before my parents arrived, so they were none the wiser about my afternoon activities. Several weeks after we got home I got really sick. My parents figured it was just some bug I picked up while in Mexico. Six months later at the student health center at college, I found out my parents were right. It was something I picked up in Mexico. And I discovered the meaning behind Vince and John's matching tattoos.

Doggy. No further explanations needed.

I have a big cock and enjoy fucking boys that I can tell have taken a lot of huge meat but I really love those sluts thats don’t care what a man looks like or the size of the cock and is willing to let just anybody fuck him. A real slut, not a picky queen.

I am on prep

My nipples.

9 loads taken

I'm completely the opposite - if a guy has a big dick, I get nervous about my ability to take it. (Which is obviously self-fulfilling since anxiety makes me clamp shut). I feel bad that those size queen bottoms are missing out on really good fucks. If that's their thing, then more power to them, but to me it seems limiting. Of the top 10 fucks of my life, i wouldn't say any of them were with guys with huge cocks. What I hate is when guys try to convince me to top because I have a big cock. I might top in a flip fuck situation if the urge strikes, but you repeatedly saying "I've just gotta try it" is not getting this head any closer to your hole. The best is when someone tells me that being a big dicked bottom is "a waste". Maybe for your hole, buddy, but it sure looks damn good swinging between my legs as I stroll through the locker room. And ask those straight guys staring if they think it's a "waste" too.

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!”

All the time, love it when some blokes completely undo their pants to piss, great show of pubes.

Same here. Even if I had sex with guys

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.

Love piss in my mouth, up my hole, on my body. Also like to feed piss to whoever takes it. Go to the regular piss parties in Amsterdam! Hopefully they’ll be back soon.

Here's another hot story from the old bugshare site for my bareback blog. http://fuckworker.blogspot.com/2012/05/stealth-pozzing-19yo-newbie.html ........................... When I got home I got a big surprise—a phone call from a 19 year old I’d POZZED 3 months ago. I‘d been only the second one to TOP him, and never thought I’d hear from him again. We met last June. I couldn’t wait to caress his youthful, tender Ass. He, in turn, went down on me, and sucked me close to Cumming. I stopped him cause I had better use for my POZ Cum than that. He’d find that out. I led him to the bedroom. He tried to escape my engorged Cock, but I trapped him to the mattress. He began to whimper, so I kissed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. I fucked him slowly, with powerful deep thrusts. I hit his Prostate, and he felt it. I couldn't hold back—filled his Virgin Hole with hot POZ Jizm, paused to allow my Toxic Seed to settle, then began to fuck him hard and fast. He bellowed in shear pleasure. After 15 minutes he reached down and felt my Dick. His eyes went wide. "No Rubber? Don’t Cum in me, OK? Shoot on my Chest and Stomach.” I acquiesced. He hadn’t counted on my Special Gift—that I can Cum a half dozen times, depending on the NEG-AND-SEX-APPEAL of the Dude I’m GIFTING. And Joey boy was VERY NEG and VERY SEXY. I fucked him harder. God, the Kid appealed to me—so young and vibrant and voluptuous! I felt It tingle in my Balls, rising toward my Piss Slit! I shot again, inundating his Guts with my POZ Jism. And kept on screwin’ for half an hour longer. “I’M CUMMIN!” That was him; not me. He hadn’t even touched himself. I was fucking the NEG Shit out of him. How I wanted to swallow his last NEG Load. I slowed my pace and licked up what I could, without stopping. "Man are you going to Cum or what?" he asked, almost exasperated. I had a duty to perform, and didn’t want to shirk my obligation. I responded I’d shoot soon. I wanted my first Loads to fester for as long as possible, so I intentionally held off and fucked him for another quarter-hour. "Please Cum! I can't take this any longer!" I spooged all over him. He got so excited at the sight of my raw Seed. He said he was afraid that I would Cum in him. He wanted to play Safe. I only smiled—I may have POZZED another one. ***************************************************************************************************************************** “Hello.” "It’s me, Joey, remember? Three months ago. I’ve tested POZ. You didn’t….?" “Wasn’t me, Joey. I never came in you. Have you played with someone else?” “A couple—but they all wore Condoms.” “Then it must have been a friggin’ accident. A broken Rubber or something. Tell you what. Cum over and we’ll talk about it.” “Are you POZ?” I hesitated. To continue the charade or tell the truth. “Yes, I am.” “I’ll be over in 30 minutes.” Talk we never did—at least not that evening. Talk is cheap, and not what I was in the mood for. He arrived visibly upset, wearing Tank Top and Cutoffs, and, for the record, no underwear. I asked if he wanted anything to drink. “Ginger Ale would be fine.” He’d drunk Ginger Ale the first night, too. Silently we sat on the couch. I massaged his inner thigh, worked up his pant leg, brushed his past his Balls, and stroked his soft Cock with nimble, practiced fingers. Magnificent! My POZ Child’s Shaft was hardening. I unbuttoned his cutoffs. The well-worn zipper glided easily, exposing his infected tumid Shaft. I couldn’t wait to taste his POZ Precum, knowing one so recently knocked up must be rife with the Virus. Yeah, I was responsible; and proud of it! I shoved my unlubed index finger up his Pussy. He jerked reflexively, then relaxed. I led him to the bedroom leaving his Cutoffs on the couch, pulled off his Tank Top, lubed up with Vaseline, and fucked him for an hour. I came 4 times, and with each climax acknowledged how good it felt to have my POZ Jizm flowing up his Pussy. By my 4th ejaculation, I think he knew exactly how he’d been POZZED. I began to masturbate him mercilessly. I worked his fat Cock faster, my hand but a blur upon his Tool. “Shoot your Toxic Jism, Joey. Shoot It down my throat. And promise me, you’ll remember— ’Tis better to give than to receive.’”

Laboratory is the kind of place you are looking for.

It was my first time in Berlin and I heard how fun and nasty these German guys were, so I think I was expecting something far different from what it was, even though the tour guide implied that it was a lot of dirty fun and I'd LOVE it. I got there and all the German guys were just sitting around gossiping about shit, like a bunch of old ladies who were in someone's kitchen having a kaffeeklatsch. I'd walk around to see if there was any action going on, and there really wasn't. I really did try mingling. Finally just as I was about to leave, this couple came in.. pretty sexy and cute. So I stuck it out a little bit longer and finally connected with them in the basement, only to come to find out afterwards that they were Americans too. And we all looked at one another when it was done with this "Seriously, this place is the best Berlin has to offer" look on our faces, as they had been told the same thing about the place. Now again, I qualify this by saying it could have just been an off night or something was going on elsewhere, I don't really know. For my money, try and find the Fickstutenmarkt party if there's one being held... now THAT'S what real German fun is like.

It was great, lost track of how many of the guys fucked me. Most guys in Berlin can speak English so you will be fine.

My state of mind is one of being a total cumpig. I have had sex with thousands of men twisted, debased, rough, gentle, good, bad, hung, tiny, the works and I always find my mind just kicks into being whatever that top wants me to be and what he wants me to do. I have been belted, whipped, tied, pimped out. humiliated, pissfucked, pissed on and find myself totally unable to control my desire to please that top/s and get their seed.

My only issue with nifty is one they allow kiddie stuff and two they don't allow drugs or poz stories. So weird that that is the line they draw. kiddie porn OK poz talk ban hammer

They took me upstairs and we found a room. There was a large mattress inside, lit only by a pale red bulb, and music from the rest area drifted in the background. In contrast to my other experiences, they were quite tender with me as we lay on the mattress, the two old, diseased bodies either side of me. We kissed as they fondled me, driving me crazy with their fingers, tongues and mouths and telling me how much they wanted to give me a baby. It was quite loving, and in a way more sexy to be treated like this, being told how much you are wanted and being made pregnant. At last, Pete rolled me onto my stomach and lay beside me, kissing my face and whispering in my ear "It's time, darling. Spread your legs and let James breed you." I felt the man get on my back, the pot belly sinking onto my buttocks as his heavy cock probed for my hole. It sank into me, sliding through the sperm and lube already up there, and I groaned with lust. "Shhhh, baby" whispered Pete, "just relax and take his sperm like a good boy." James thrust in me, his greasy hair on my neck as he held me close beneath his thin body. His hips slammed up and down like a rabbit, and then he gasped for air and began to shudder. "Here it comes!" Whispered Pete. "Your poz baby!" With a grunt of release, James collapsed on my back and I felt his cock throb and throb as he spurted in me. All the while, Pete stroked my hair and kissed my face, telling me what a good boy I was, and how I was being knocked up. James finished and got off me, his cock slipping deliciously out of my hole. Pete immediately took his place and I groaned as he sank his cock into me, the soft light and music and his tender thrusts combining to send me into ecstasy, knowing I was joining the club...

I am always in cruise mode here and I will frequent bathrooms i know have a rep for cruisy sex. In any bathroom I try to make it so guys can see my own fat piece and I am always looking for guys trying to show theirs. Love bathrooms where the mirrors at the sink are hung in such a way you get a good view across the line of urinals and the guys at them.

In my younger days, I was in a relationship with an older top/sugar daddy. He was into BDSM and extreme anal play. He had me wear a very large butt plug at all times unless he was fucking/fisting me. After a while, I noticed that my hole wouldn't close even after a few hours. He absolutely relished in the fact that I was always gaping. I got really worried because if I coughed without a buttplug in, I'd have an intense rosebud gong on. It felt like my insides was gonna fall out of me. Sometimes, especially if he had house guests, he would starve me for a couple of days and make me thoroughly clean myself out. I would then have to put various fruits up in me and walk around vending it like a fruit dispensing machine. After I stopped seeing him, things got back to normal for the most part. I notice that I can grip dicks/dildos really hard with my hole but when it is relaxed, it isn't quite as tight. Even now, if I have a small sized buttplug in me, I can easily push it out.